This show starts the way every show of its kind has started, all the way back to the ancient days, when Dashiell Hammett roamed the Earth. A dame entered my office, her mascara running, and begged me to help. What? You didn't expect that a dame wouldn't walk into my office, did you? I'm a detective. That's what we do. We have offices so dames can walk into them. Except this dame wasn't interested in any private eye. She wanted something more personal. Something more dangerous. She wanted an international spy. Lucky for her, international spying is my side hustle. It beats driving for Uber..........sorry Jack and James I got off on a tangent.