清晨。万籁俱寂。 弥漫着一股极度严肃的谍战片氛围。 一辆锃亮的黑色 SUV 停在一栋安静的郊区房屋外，引擎怠速运转。两名戴着耳机的“特工”正低声紧张地交谈着。 “目标在里面。” “厨房有动静。” “待命。” 屋内—— 一位穿着运动裤的父亲站在冰箱前，凝视着冰箱内部，仿佛里面藏着绝密情报。 镜头切回屋外。 “目标已打开冷藏装置。” “检测到热量峰值。” 屋内，他拿出牛奶。摇了摇。闻了闻。做了一个鬼脸。 屋外，一名特工眯着眼睛盯着平板电脑。 “他正在分析化学完整性。” 前门吱呀一声打开了。 这位父亲穿着不配套的拖鞋走到门廊上，去拿报纸。 两名特工立刻警觉起来。 “目标正在离开住所。” “目视确认。他看起来……不太稳定。” 这位父亲笨拙地冲他们挥了挥手。 他们僵住了。 他眯着眼睛。“你们是 DoorDash 的吗？” （沉默） 他们面面相觑。 SUV 里，第三位“指挥官”通过无线电吼道： “撤退。又搞错房子了。” 特工们缓缓摘下墨镜。 这位父亲耸了耸肩，走回屋内。 镜头切到厨房。 他坐在餐桌旁吃着麦片。打开电视。 突发新闻：“国际间谍组织在连续三天监视一名随机郊区父亲后被捕。” 他大声嚼着麦片。 牛奶顺着下巴滴落。 他叹了口气。 “终于。”
Early morning. Total silence. A hyper-serious spy thriller vibe. A sleek black SUV idles outside a quiet suburban house. Two “tactical” men in earpieces whisper intensely. “Target is inside.” “Movement in the kitchen.” “Stand by.” Inside the house— A dad in sweatpants stands in front of the fridge, staring into it like it contains classified secrets. Cut back outside. “Subject has opened the cold storage unit.” “Thermal spike detected.” Inside, he pulls out milk. Shakes it. Sniffs it. Makes a face. Outside, one agent squints at a tablet. “He’s analyzing chemical integrity.” The front door creaks open. The dad steps onto the porch in mismatched slippers to grab the newspaper. Both agents snap alert. “Target exiting the compound.” “Visual confirmed. He looks… unstable.” The dad waves awkwardly at them. They freeze. He squints. “You guys DoorDash?” Beat. They look at each other. Inside the SUV, a third “commander” barks through the radio: “Abort. Wrong house. Again.” The agents slowly lower their sunglasses. The dad shrugs, walks back inside. Cut to kitchen. He sits at the table with his cereal. Turns on the TV. BREAKING NEWS: “International spy ring apprehended after staking out random suburban dad for third straight day.” He crunches loudly. Milk drips down his chin. He sighs. “Finally.”
