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My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until...

We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.

When you're burned,
you've got nothing -

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you.

A trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend...

Should we shoot them?

...An old friend who used
to inform on you to the FBI...

You know spies --
a bunch of bitchy little girls.

...Family, too...
Hey, is that your mom again?

...If you're desperate.
Someone needs your help, Michael.

Bottom line --
as long as you're burned,

you're not going anywhere.

In any surveillance operation,

you have to resist the impulse
to grab your target

and interrogate him
immediately.

It may be tempting,

particularly
when your target was, say,

involved in framing you
for a murder.

Of course, just because
it's the right way to do things

doesn't make it fun.

We've been here
two days, Sam.

Face it -- this guy is not
calling the shots.

He has Christmas lights
hanging in July.

He may look a little bit
like Michael,

but there is no way he's capable
of killing a CIA officer

and setting Michael up
for it.

Yeah, well, I don't think
he's capable of setting a table.

Yesterday,
I found a brochure

about raising Alpacas for profit
in his trash.

So let's scrap
this cloak and dagger

and go have a little chat.

I'm wearing my door-kicking
Jimmy Choos.

Fi, you know the drill.

You want to find out
who this guys works for,

you hang back and watch.

What if he doesn't live
through the day?

Oh, crap.

A sledgehammer
and some guns.

I don't think they're here
to play bridge.

And you're smiling.

We get to do it my way.

No, we don't,

'cause we can't risk
being exposed.

Well,
we have to do something.

Yes, what we have to do

is orchestra
Jacob's miraculous escape

from the Mac-10 brigade.

All right. Head in.
Let's make it peaceful.

I'll meet you both
out back --

unless a little war
breaks out.

Fi...No war.

Fine. No war.

Mr. Pickles?

Is that you, pal?

Hey, Jacob.

Wait, look,
don't kill me, please!

Ah, don't you worry
about a thing.

I'm not here to kill you.

They're here to kill you.

Wait a second.
Who are you?

Never mind.
I'll explain later.

You need to go out
the back.

There's a tiny, little woman
in a Hyundai

who's gonna protect you.

Ah. Here we go.

Hang on.

Don't forget Mr. Pickles.

A-aren't you coming?

No, I'm gonna cover
your escape.

So I need the keys to the truck
in your garage and this hat.

Yeah, I-I --

No more talking.

Time to go. Now.

Bye, Mr. Pickles.

As a spy,

a lot of missions
depend on the world

not knowing you're there.

When an op involves
saving someone's life

and keeping
your presence unknown,

you have to make their escape
look credible.

So if the person you're saving
is an untrained civilian,

you need to make it look liked

like an untrained civilian.

Hi. I'm Jacob.

This guy broke into --

Honey, what just heard
wasn't fireworks.

Get in the damn car.

Burn Notice 5x07
Beseiged
Original Air Date on August 3, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Where have you been?

Two-hour meeting
with Pearce.

She's taking agents
to Egypt

to run down a lead
she thinks she found.

Good. That should give us
a little breathing room.

I got your message.

This is my "I'm concerned

we just kidnapped our only lead
back to Max's killer" face.

Well, be glad it's not your

"Our only lead got murdered
by a Latino gang" face.

A group of thugs was moving in
to send cob to the morgue.

We had to pull him out.

According to Jacob,

he was doing some odd jobs
for some mystery man

who contacted him
over the Internet.

And more recently

he was delivering unmarked
packages in Overtown.

I'm guessing drugs.

The gang thought he was dealing
on their turf

and tried to take him out.

Whoever used Jacob to set you up
is trying to get rid of him.

Where is he now?

Hiding.
Upstairs.

What does he know
about us?

Well, I kept the details
to a minimum

but I explained that it's in
his best interest and ours

to find his boss.

Something else
you forget to mention?

He brought his doggie?

I really think
I should run.

Seriously,
I-I can just grab my stuff --

Jacob, listen.
That is not an option.

Know what?
I think you're wrong.

I think
it's the only option.

Well, running
will work just fine...

Until your boss catches you
and kills you.

We can help you.

You just have to tell us
what you know about him.

I have no idea who he is.

H-he contacted me by e-mail
about doing some odd jobs.

Can -- I go now?

No, you can't.

Are you in the habit of taking shady
jobs that you find on the Internet?

I had no choice.

Construction's dead.
I needed cash.

How did this guy pay you?

He, uh, mailed me cash,
then texted me the next gig.

The money was good.
I didn't ask questions.

Until a gang
took a shot at you.

I'm in over my head here!

And I can't even
go to the cops,

because apparently,
I helped out on a murder

and a bunch
of drug deals.

Your only way out of this
is with us.

You need to help us get in touch
with your boss.

I can't.

The phone he gave me to contact
him with is at my house.

And I am not
going back there.

Fi, I have this job
with Sam.

Thanks, Fi.

Hey, Sam.

Mikey.

Back to the old look,
huh?

Well, I figured since people
are trying to kill me,

it's not the worse idea to
change my appearance a little.

Mm. Can't argue
with that logic.

You're drinking iced tea,
Sam?

This job you have
must be serious.

Well, serious enough
I got to keep a clear head.

My lady needs a favor.

She said she would do anything
if I helped her.

Anything, Mike.

Do you have any idea
what that means?

I don't need to.
So, what's the favor?

Well, Elsa was helping out
this women's legal aid group.

She met a gal, Denise O'Lear.

Separated from her husband,
custody problems with their son.

Daddy was supposed to bring
the kid back yesterday,

but I guess he didn't show.

I'm not a family
counselor, Sam.

No, but you were
an Army Ranger,

just like this guy's brother --
K.I.A. in Afghanistan.

Yeah.

Apparently after --

Uh, why don't
I let her tell it.

Hey, Denise.
Over here.

Hi, Sam.

Hi.

So, uh,
this is my buddy Mike,

the guy I was
telling you about.

We just got to the part
about, uh, John's brother.

My husband was a good man,

but he changed
when he lost his brother.

After he quit job,

he wanted to move out
of the city,

said he wanted
to protect us.

So he has your son
right now?

That's where come in, Mike.

Just one quick chat
to convince John

to bring the kid
back home.

We'll see
what we can do.

Thank you.

When you see John,
can you just go easy on him?

He's had such a hard time.

We're just
gonna talk to him.

Say, Sam?

Yeah, Mike.

Why does it look like someone

spent some time and money
fortifying John's house?

Because someone spent
some time and money

fortifying John's house.

This is feeling like more than
a "One quick chat" kinda job.

Mike, don't be like that.

We're here.
John's here.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

- Fine?
- Yeah.

And in the event
that it isn't --

ha ha --
I brought a tracker.

I'll just plant this
on his truck

in case he,
you know, flees.

Mike, come on. What's the worst
that could happen?

John could tell you to get lost,
and we just talk to a lawyer.

Spies deal
with foreign agencies,

dirty corporations,

and criminal syndicates
all the time,

but none of them compares
to dealing with families.

Asking a man to take apart
his business

or turn on his country is easy

compared to going
into a man's home

and telling him how to deal
with the people he loves.

It's usually a good idea...

Who are you?

To tell the truth.

My name's Michael.
I'm a friend of your wife's.

Denise asked me come check
on your son.

Tommy's fine.

Oh, I'm sure he is.

I promised Denise
I'd come talk to you.

Look, it is hot out here.

Do you mind if I come inside
to chat?

Neither one of us wants to get
the law involved here, do we?

Fine.
Come in.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

So, where's Tommy?

It's none of your business.

You want to talk,

you stay right where you are
and talk.

John,
you don't have to do that.

Hey, hey.

What, do you think
you're clever?

Turning to make yourself
a smaller target,

angling towards
my off hand.

I said do not move.

Who the hell are you?

What, you work
for the government?

No, I'm not
with the government.

Your brother was a Ranger,
right?

So was I.

Bravo Company,
3rd Ranger Battalion.

I know what you're
going through, John.

I lost a lot of good friends
on the battlefield.

Good men,
just like your brother.

You said that...

...My wife sent you?

How is she?

She's fine.

She'd be better if I could
tell her how Tommy's doing.

John, I'm here
for one simple reason.

You should have dropped Tommy
off with his mother yesterday,

according to
your custody agreement.

Yeah, well, who made me sign
that stupid agreement?

Huh?

A judge from Chicago.

A little tiny, weasel of a man, on a government payroll

sat there telling me
what's best for my family?

He doesn't take care
of them -- I do.

So who the hell is he to tell me
how to take care of my family?!
John.

Calm down.
I'm on your side.

I'm not here to talk
about a judge.

I'm here to talk about getting
Tommy back with his mom.

No.
Tommy stays with me.

Okay, then...
Let's go together.

John, I came here of respect
for your brother --

out of respect
for his sacrifice.

Put the shotgun down
and talk to me.

Please.

Okay.

Keep out, huh?

What are you hiding
in here, pal?

I knew you lied to me!

What, you got somebody
out back, huh?

Tommy, get the packs now!

No.
John, this is a mistake.

I'm not here to hurt you
or your son.

Stop talking right now.
Stop talking right now.

Tommy, let's go!

- Where are we going?
- It's okay. It's okay.

We're leaving.

There are dozens of ways
to disarm a man with a gun,

but unfortunately,
they all come with a risk

that the gun will go off.

No matter how good you are,

it's not something you want
to try with a child present.

You lead the way.
Let's go.

Unless you want
to tell a bereaved mom

that you gambled with her kid's
life, because you felt lucky.

So, where's
your friend hiding?

Sam, down!

Just get away from us!

Come on.

You stay on the ground!

You're not taking my son!
You hear me? Go.

And don't even try
to follow us!

Well,
good news and bad news.

Bad news you know --

I guess I tripped
the motion detector.

The good news is
I planted the tracker.

Now we'll know where he's going.
We can get the kid back.

Sam, I don't think this is
gonna be quite that simple.

We found these in John's house.

Oh, my God.

That's the place John
was always talking about.

He -- he went
with his friends.

He called it
a-a training facility.

It is, of sorts.

John's there now
with your son.

Oh, God.

Okay, we need to call
the police.

Okay, we need to call them right now.
No.

That is the last thing
we should do.

Why not call the police,
Michael?

Because this isn't
a summer camp, Ma.

It's the home
of a fringe militia

with some
very antigovernment views.

How many men
are in a militia?

At this one, about 20.

- We have to call the police!
- Trust me.

If the police show up,
there will be violence.

Sam's already there,
and I'm calling in some friends.

Okay, I need
to get my son back.

We will.
We just need to be careful.

No, you don't understand, okay?
Tommy is asthmatic.

The longer he stays out in
those woods, the more likely...

Look, I just refilled
his prescription

because the inhaler Tommy
has with him is almost empty.

That might be something
we can use.

It's not ideal...

But it'll give us a reason
for John to talk to us.

If anything happens
to Tommy...

John has some serious problems,
but he cares about your son.

I'm gonna go now,

and I'm gonna get you
your son back.

Ma, you need
to keep her calm.

She's --

She married
the wrong man.

I know something
about that.

Just go get Tommy.

You can tell a lot about a group

from looking at there base.

Their fortifications
can tell you

whether they're focused
on offense or defense.

And their vehicle type
and number

can tell you how mobile
they are.

The most important thing
to check -- their weapons.

If they're carrying M16s
on full auto,

you're probably not dealing
with amateurs

camping in the woods.

They are locked down tight.

Yep. Nobody in or out
since John and Tommy arrived.

And they probably don't take
too kindly to visitors.

I don't see a way
to get in clean.

Well, that's because
there isn't.

And you know what?
That's not even the bad news.

That's the bad news.

Guy's name is Zechariah.
He's the E.N.I.C.

"Extremist nut bag
in charge."

The ATF is
investigating him

for stealing C-4
from the Forest Service.

I got the kid's meds
from his mom.

Let me see what I can do.

Hey, son,
come over here and sit down.

I got this.
Come here.

- Hello?
- John, it's Michael.

You got some balls
calling me.

What the hell do you want?

I want to meet.
I'm outside the compound.

I told you

not to follow me.

I had to.

I had to bring
Tommy's medicine.

John, listen to me.

The inhaler you have in there
is gonna run out soon.

I need to give you
a new one.

Okay.
So leave it outside.

I'll go and get it later.

I can't do that.

I promised Denise I'd make sure
Tommy was okay.

I promised her
I'd see him myself.

Okay. Fine.

I'll meet you out front
in a little bit,

but it's gonna take a few hours
to get it approved.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're planning something,
Mike.

I can see
the wheels turning.

This compound
isn't on city power.

Their generators run
off that fuel tank.

If we sabotage it,
we'll be able to replace it.

Right. Kind of like
a trojan horse play.

So someone has to ride in
on a fuel truck

into that compound.

Uh, yeah.
That sounds dangerous.

I know their type, Sam.
They're not coming out.

We have to get someone in.

And here I thought
this was just gonna be

a light-and-easy
deal-with-Jacob week.

- How many bangers we got inside?
- Three.

Shouldn't be too hard for me
to sneak past them.

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Or, you know,
I could go in,

and you could stay out here,
because --

If you're about to say
'cause I'm a woman,

I'm gonna knock your teeth
down your throat.

No, Fi.

One of us to stay out here
and provide cover

if the other one
wants to bail out.

We both know
you're the better shot.

Come on.

Fine.

Sneaking past trained
operatives waiting in ambush

is usually next to impossible.

They can stay alert

through the long, boring hours
of waiting,

ready for action at any second.

Amateurs, on the other hand,
tend to relax,

which can give you the opening
you need.

Uh, Jesse, we only needed
Jacob's phone.

You might want to brush up
on your counting skills.

You know what?
You're in no position

to lecture me
about counting, lady,

because there was four dudes
in there, not three.

Yeah.

And I think the fourth
might have eaten the fifth.

Well, how --

No. You know, no. Just forget
it. Forget it. Let's go.

Sorry.
I know that took forever.

It's fine.
The party hasn't started yet.

Get what you need?

Yeah. Barely.

Drove so fast,
I think I went back in time.

It's not like
I could just run out

the liquid-nitrogen store,
you know.

Any action yet?

No, but there's been some
movement inside the compound.

My guess is
they're getting re--

right on cue.

How long do you need
to sabotage the tank?

Ah, comfortably 20 minutes.

How about uncomfortably?

Geez, Mike, I don't know. 10
minutes, but that's pushing it.

These guys are itching
for action,

so I should be able to keep
all eyes on me for that long.

Okay, I'll work as fast
as I can, but don't forget --

this army may be fake,
but the guns are real.

I know.

You've got 10 minutes, Sam.

Coordinated covert offensives
involving two teams

are a lot like
ballroom dancing.

You have to synchronize
your steps,

time your moves, and always
put your partner first.

But unlike the Tango
or the Two-Step,

it's good form to hog
the limelight

during covert ops.

If all eyes are on you,

your partner can work
undetected on the sidelines.

All right, John.
I have the medicine.

Now, if he starts wheezing,
take two pumps of this --

You come here
to insult me?

Huh?

I know how to take care
of my son.

No, I'm not --
no insult intended.

I lived up to my end
of the bargain.

Let me see Tommy.

Absolutely not.

John and I had a deal.

John does not make
deals here -- I do.

I don't know
who you are --

You want to know
who I am?

I'll tell you who I am.

I am the hand of God.

I am his
righteous soldier.

I am a man who stands,
a man who will not kneel.

That's who I am.

That's great.

I was going to say,
I don't know who you are,

but I doubt you're a doctor.
Are you?

I didn't think so.

And since you're not
a doctor

and the nearest hospital
is miles away,

I was thinking
I should give you this.

It's an oximeter.

Hand it over and leave.

I'll give you the box
if you let me examine the boy.

Now, you can either
give us the box,

or I will take it
off your corpse.

Back inside.

Just wait a damn minute!

I promised Tommy's mother

that I'd at least check
his vitals and report back.

You failed.
Report that.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to Tommy's father.

This is your decision,
John.

Like hell it is.

Decisions made on this land
are mine.

These are my men,
and they follow my orders.

This isn't even
a real army.

You're not even
real commander.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

You never served
in the U.S. military.

No, never did.

I didn't think so.

A real veteran
always spots the fake.

I served my country,
and I fought in wars.

I didn't run around
he woods,

acting like a soldier
with my beer buddies.

I know your kind.

You think having served
somehow makes you a man.

Well, it does not.

You are not a man.

A man questions
what he is told!

A man does not willingly
accept the lies

that are shoved down his throat
by government!

You are of the blind,
the ignorant.

Me?
My eyes are wide open.

And on my land,
I see nothing but truth.

So I'm gonna do you
a favor.

I'm going to allow you
to live,

let you return to the land
of the weak.

Now,
when you get back there,

I-I do want you
to deliver this message.

If we see you or anyone else
around here again...

...We shoot to kill.

Did -- did Michael see Tommy?
Is he okay?

I just got off the phone
with Sam.

Tommy's still in the compound
with John,

but Mike got him
his medicine.

And they're working on a plan
now to get someone in there.

Oh, thank God.

So, uh, the next step --
I'm gonna need your cellphone.

Yeah, John's not gonna take
Mike's calls anymore.

We figured
he might take yours.

Denise.

It's my son's job
to fix this.

It's your job
to keep it together

for when your boy
comes home.

Great job I'm doing so.

Hey, come on.

Look, I was raised
by a single mom.

Okay?
It's not easy.

You did right by your son,
coming to us.

And as soon as this is over,
you'll do right by him again.

Okay.

Using an untrained asset

to make contact with a target
is never ideal.

Meeting in person would be
an outright failure.

So it helps to do it
over the phone.

That way you can write
the script for the asset,

and all they have to do
is read -- most of the time.

I-I-I can't do this.

You can, Jacob,
and you will.

I can't. I really can't.
I think I'm hyperventilating.

Listen to me.

U do this, we find this guy,
and we get rid of him.

I can't remember anything
I'm supposed to say.

That's why I wrote you
a script.

Start dialing.

It's ringing.
It's ringing.

It went to voicemail.

Dude, it's me.

I don't know
what's going on,

but some gang guys
are trying to kill me.

I think it's 'cause of some
of the stuff you had me do.

I really need
your help, man.

Call me.

Well, I guess
that'll have to do.

What if he
doesn't get it?

I mean, what if he doesn't check
his voicemail or something?

Ever since
you fell of the grid,

I'm sure your employer is dying
to talk to you.

What makes you so s--

It's a text.
I got a text.

"Happy to help.
Stay safe.

I'll be in touch."

So...What does that mean?

It means that
you're gonna hang here.

I got to go.

And when your boss
decides get in touch,

we'll decide
what our next move is.

Uh, when will you be back?

Soon, Jacob.
Very soon.

Morning, boys.

What are you doing he,
shopping for gas?

No, we're shopping
for a ride.

See the guy in the overalls?
He owns the joint.

So I called in a big
fuel order, right?

He's says no, I'm tapped out.

Says his whole supply's
on the road by 9am.

That
plus the flag on the wall

and the antique
rifle collection --

I'd say that truck is headed
for the compound.

I guess
dumping the fuel worked.

Well, if that's my trojan horse,
I'd better saddle up.

Listen, Fi, once you're inside,
no unnecessary risks.

The driver's gonna take you
right into the compound.

Find a place to hide, and wait until dark.
Okay.

I just need to know
where they're keeping Tommy.

I'm handling that
right now.

Denise.

No, John, it's Michael.

Why do you have Denise's phone?

Because you wouldn't
take my call.

Yeah, 'cause I'm done
talking to you.

Now, what's gonna make you stop,
a bullet?

I'm not stopping until I know
where you're holding Tommy.

No. I'm hanging up.

No, John, just listen.

Tell me where you got Tommy
so I know he's okay.

Tommy is with me, okay?

He's safe.

Not good enough, John.

How's his breathing?

You set up a filtration system
in his room, right?

No, I didn't know I was
suppose to set up a --

Damn it, John, are you gonna
take this seriously or not?

I need to tell them
you're doing all you can,

or they'll take Tommy.

At least tell me you covered
the windows with trash bags.

What the hell
are you talking about?

To keep out anything that would
provoke an asthma attack.

Yeah. I can do that.

Okay, great.
Thank you, John.

They'll be holding Tommy
in the building

with trash bags
covering the windows.

Fi, you don't have to do this.
I could --

Oh, please.

You'll stick out
like Sam's chin.

Besides, I've been wanting to
take a ride out to the country

on the bottom of a truck
for weeks.

Tricking an enemy into letting
you inside their stronghold

is a strategy as old
as the ancient Greeks.

But you don't always need to
build a large wooden horse.

With a modified special-purpose
insertion/extraction harness,

you can hitch a ride
under a vehicle...

And go right
through the front door.

Hey.
Hey.

Fuel truck was
about five minutes behind us.

They must've made
up some time.

That sounds like
our girl.

Just come home
in one piece.

You're almost in view
of compound now.

Hang on a second.
Why --

what the hell
are those guys doing?

And now the truck
is slowing down.

Why is he checking
behind him?

Fi, they know
you're on board.

What?!
How could they know?

I don't know how,
but they do.

You got to get off
the truck now.

That's why
the slowing down.

Get off the truck now!

Drop, Fi! Drop!

Drop her!

2:00! Over by the trees!

Mike!

She's pinned down! She's not
gonna make it the trees!

She'll make it now!

Everybody retreat.
Back to the compound!

Move back!
Move back!

They knew exactly where I was.

How the hell
did that happen?

Well, they didn't spot you
from the compound,

and that truck
was barely in sight

when the militia
rolled out.

And you weren't made
at the gas station.

The driver was told
you were on board.

So then how?

Wait minute, guys.
I think I know what happened.

Check out
those satellite dishes.

They've got signal-boosting
antennas.

Yeah, and they're
all pointed too low.

There's a cellphone tower
back that way.

I saw it
when I was driving in.

Well, even if they picked up
cell traffic,

they'd need specialized hardware
to decode the signal.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
they have it.

My ATF buddy told me that,
in addition to stealing C-4,

Zechariah was suspected of
stealing military technology.

And they have our phone numbers
'cause Mike was calling in.

So we're on a party line?

Well, I guess
e turning phones off.

Actually, not yet.

We know Zechariah's
listening in,

but he doesn't know
we know.

So you want to
stage a phone call.

Yeah, something that sells
Armageddon is coming their way

if they don't act now
to destroy us.

Okay, so we lure them out

and just stroll past
their undefended gates?

Okay. I'm in.
What do we need?

Something that sells
a last stand.

I think I passed
just the spot.

For as long as armies
have built fortification

others have tried
to get past them.

Siege warfare can involve
tunneling under,

scaling over,
or smashing through walls.

Once you're inside, though,

you're dealing
with an entrenched enemy

that's why
the most successful sieges

often don't involve
attacking at all,

but tricking your enemy
into coming out.

All right.

I'd say that looks just like
a heavily defended ammo dump.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Remember,
we got to sell this.

Well, that sure as hell
didn't work!

Ah, no kidding.
No kidding.

We're still in one piece,
but barely.

- What now?
- Now?

Now we storm the compound,
we tear down the walls,

and we paint
the ground red.

- We don't have the forces we need.
- Not yet.

But the cavalry's
on its way.

I want every man
and every weapon we have

inside that shed a half a klick
north of the compound.

We're gonna dig in
and wait.

In an hour,
we'll have the muscle we need

to punch in
and massacre them all!

Well, if that doesn't draw
them out of the compound,

I don't know what will.

Call everybody.

We hit first
with superior firepower,

no one survives.

No one!

Load up the trucks.
Grab everything you got.

Come on.
Let's go, go, go!

Well, looks like
they're bringing every piece

of hardware they got.

I see one guard left inside.

Shouldn't be too tough.
Shall we?

All right, Jesse, Fi,
pull him out back.

Keep a lookout.

Sam and I are gonna
go get Tommy.

Let's go inside.

I'll give you one chance
to drop your weapons,

and surrender.

We got a problem.

It's not just
Tommy inside.

I got to go in, alone.

Okay,
but make it snappy.

Once Zechariah realizes
he's been duped,

he's gonna be out
r blood.

And the ATF is already
on the way.

Light 'em up!

Hold it! Hold it!

Surrender your weapons now!

John? It's Michael.

I'm coming in.

You again?

Just stay back!

I'm not here
to hurt you, John.

I just want to talk.

Those bruises are fresh.

What happened?

Nothing!

Just stay back.

I am on your side.

What happened?

He beat you, didn't he?

He order everybody
out into the field,

and Tommy couldn't breathe,
so I-I wouldn't go,

and, uh, yeah, he beat me.
He broke my leg.

Then Tommy got so scared,
he passed out.

Hey!

Stop!

I said to stay back!

Look around John.

This isn't
what you signed up for.

This isn't right.

Well, what do you want?

The same thing I wanted
when we first met --

to keep your son safe.

And he's not safe here,
John.

He's not safe
with Zechariah.

Zechariah promised
he'd protect us.

Well, he lied to you
about that.

He's not you, John.
He's not your brother.

I mean,
think about your son.

I am thinking about him!

I'm his father!

And as his father,
you have to make a choice.

If you think it's better
for Tommy to shoot me,

then you need to shoot me.

But if you think Tommy is
better off leaving this place,

then we need to get him
out of here right now.

So stupid!

I believed in that man.

The radio.

Radio!

Snyder! Snyder!

Do you copy?!
Come back!

There are many things in
this world to believe in, John.

Zechariah is not
one of them.

Son of a bitch.

You need to grab your son,
we need to go now.

No.

John, what are you talking about?

You just said yourself
Zechariah isn't going --

No, look. I-I'm done with him.
All right?

But somebody's
got to stay back

and --
and cover your escape.

John, listen.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna leave
my son fatherless.

Get out of here.

Hey.

Hey, pal.

Hey.

Dad?

Hey.

So, you're gonna go
with this man here.

And, uh...

I just want you to know
that everything I do,

I do for you.

Love you, buddy.

You just tell your mom
that I love her, too.

Okay?

I wish I could find
the words. I...

You don't have to
say anything.

I'm just glad
he's back with you.

If only John's brother
hadn't died,

maybe John would have taken
a different path.

Things happen, honey.

You can't always control
the way life goes.

Could have been
a lot worse.

It's a miracle he got out
of the compound.

He's checked himself
into a hospital.

He's gonna be okay.

And, um,
the rest of them?

ATF has rounded up
most of them.

Zechariah's gonna spend a lot
of time in prison.

So, what now?

I have family Georgia.

I was thinking of moving there
with Tommy.

Think it'd be good
for him.

You both deserve
a fresh start.

I never got away
from my husband.

I always regretted that.

It's incredible what you did,
Michael --

getting through to John.

Your mom told me
about your dad.

I know how hard this was
for you.

I-I keep thinking about Tommy.

He's gonna be okay.

How do you know?

He has a mom that loves him.
He'll be fine.

I just want to go.

Once we know where
your former boss wants to meet

and that he doesn't need
to talk to you on the phone,

then you'll be free
to go.

I got to say,
it's lucky you look like me

and go to the meeting
in my place.

I wouldn't call
it lucky.

Well, alls I'm saying is,

I don't want to meet the guy
who wants me dead.

It's a Text.

From him.
Oh, thank God!

Now can I go?

"Hurricane Cove Marina,
slip 237, 1:00 p.m.

Don't be late."
Now you're free to go.

Hey, uh, next time you get
a job offer over the Internet,

you might want to ask
a few questions

before you just say "Yes".

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, I know you need my clothes
to go pretend to be me,

but when you're finished,

I was wondering
if I could get them back.

No.

You know what?
Never mind.

Bye, Mr. Pickles.

Not loving this, Mike.

The guy shot and killed
a CIA officer.

He could be anywhere around here
with a sniper rifle

looking to do
the same to you.

No, if he's trying
to kill Jacob,

he'll make it look like
an accident.

My guess is there's a reason
he wants to meet on the boat.

So you think he's planning
to kill the guy,

sail out,
and dump the body?

Sounds about right.

Yeah, like I said,
not loving this .

But I'll be on Bluetooth
if you need me.

You see anybody, Mike?

No, there's no one
on board.

Jacob just got a text.

"Can't make it.

"Take the boat.

Meet me in the Bahamas
at Marsh Harbor."

Marsh Harbor?

Yeah, the guy was even nice
enough to leave Jacob a map

showing him
how to get there.

Well, that was sure decent
of him.

What kind of game
is this guy playing?

The kind that goes "boom."

Just found a bomb.

We got four pounds of C-4
wired to a trigger mechanism

wired to a depth finder.

So when the boat gets into water
that's deep enough, kaboom?

Only thing better
than killing Jacob in person

is killing him
when you're not even there.

I'm sending you a picture
of the bomb.

Get off that death trap, Mike.

We'll find this guy
some other way.

No, I don't want to spook him
and send him into hiding.

Let's let him think
he killed Jacob.

I'll see you
in a minute, Sam.

Well, this puppy wasn't made
by an amateur.

Look at that trigger.

Yeah.
Definitely a pro.

Well,
that's the good news.

We can run a chemical trace
on this C-4,

figure out where it's from.

That, plus the components
should be enough

to find out
whoever built this.

I'll show this to Fi.
She'll know where to start.

Don't worry, Mike.
We're gonna get this guy.

I know, Sam.

We just need to it

before the CIA comes after me
for Max's murder.

Time's running out.
And when it does...

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