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

Man: 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 investigation,
leads go cold fast.

It's true for cops
and even truer for spies,

who tend to be after a more
sophisticated class of bad guy.

So if you get intelligence
that the person you're chasing

hired a bomb maker who lives
a few hours up the highway,

you can't afford to sit
on the information.

You have to move immediately.

Sam,
are you gonna help?

Yeah, it's just that --

I mean, you really think
this old guy built that bomb?

I mean, he's owned a clock shop
for like 20 years.

Under a different
last name.

He's a war criminal,
and he's hiding.

Fiona went to a lot of trouble
to get that file.

If it says the bomb maker's
hiding out in Tallahassee,

that's where we're going.

Well, I just want to be sure
we're making the right move.

It's the only move,
Sam.

Fi, Sam and I
won't be able to get back

until late
tomorrow night.

Which means we're not having
that dinner at the Forge.

Sorry.

All right,
this is important.

You want me to cancel
the reservation?

There is no reservation.

I'm sorry.

This guy --

Could help you find out
who killed Max -- I know.

Take these.

Be safe.

Mmm.

Three doughnuts, Sam?

I got to eat junk
while Elsa's not around.

Get too close,
you can sense it.

I'll tell you what --
if we're after 11:00,

I'm gonna get some cheese fries
from that diner over there.

Oh, your cheese fries
might have to wait.

I think this is our guy.

All right, let's see
what he has to say.

Or we wait
till he closes up

and we tail him someplace
less populated.

This has nothing to do
with cheese fries.

This is just tactics.

We're not gonna give that guy
a day to figure out

that we're watching him.

We're going in the front,
we're taking him out the back.

Are you
the fella that fixes the clocks?

Yes,
I buy, sell, and repair.

Like the sign says --
I'm a clockmaker.

A football buddy of ours,
well, his father passed away,

left us his collection of,
uh, antique clocks.

Yes, sir, and we were told
that Lucien Balan's

the fella we should talk to
about selling them.

They're outside in the car

if you want to come out
and take a quick look.

Spare me the trip.

Please.

Come in back.

I'll show you my catalogs.
You show me what you have.

Who told you about me?

I like to know
who gives referrals.

Martin McCauley
up in Greenville --

he sung your praises.

And this Martin --

did he tell you
how he knows me?

I don't hear the name
Lucien much.

These days,
they call me Luka.

Only the smartest,
nastiest war criminals

make it to old age.

If you have to capture
one of them,

you can assume they'll have
a trick up their sleeve,

like a concealed weapon,

a covert escape route,

or a metal floor grate

rigged to electrocute
any unwanted visitors.

Sam, move!

Stay right there.

We're gonna have
a little chat, Lucien.

You'll be disappointed.
I don't talk.

Don't worry. We're good
at getting people to open up.

Burn Notice 5x09
Eye for an Eye
Original Air Date on August 19, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Sam: Now, we know
you built the bomb, Lucien,

but you're not the guy
we're after.

Just tell us who you built
the bomb for,

and we can share these
delicious carrot sticks.

The real experts
in resisting interrogation

aren't the ones who stonewall
in silence.

They're the ones who have
mastered the art

of talking about nothing,

pretending to cooperate,
throwing out endless leads.

There was one man.

Came to the shop
last Wednesday.

They use your need for
information against you...

Big man, like football man,
but small head.

He pays with money order.

...Giving you things
you want to believe.

There was also other man --
bald...

...ring in his nose.

Strange, right?

Lucien, yesterday,

you told us about a guy
who paid with a check.

Thin, like a little girl.

The day before that,

it was a fat guy
with a lisp.

All they're doing
is running out the clock.

You're not going to break them
with more conversation --

you need an edge.

You know
what kind of girlfriend

drives all the way
to Tallahassee

to search a crusty old man's
equally crusty apartment?

A good girlfriend.

A great girlfriend.

The kind of girlfriend who
deserves dinner at the Forge.

Point taken.
How about two dinners?

All his personal stuff
fits into one box?

He's not
a big scrapbooker.

Just a few photos,

postcards, news clippings --
not much to go on.

You're welcome.

You want to
stick around, Fi?

Oh, it's tempting,
but I got to run.

I'm helping Jesse

with one of his company's
home-security gigs.

Have fun, you two.

My husband thinks I'm crazy,

and the police think
I'm paranoid,

but I can't shake the feeling
someone's been in here.

So, three nights this week,
and the alarms never went off?

Not once.

You guys don't believe me,
either.

No, no, no.
That's not true.

We're just trying to get our
heads around this, that's all.

Do you have any enemies,

anyone that you can think of
who would want to go after you?

No. I don't think so.

And you're sure
nothing was taken?

Nothing was stolen --
just, um...

Moved.

I know I sound stupid.

No, it isn't stupid
to trust your instincts.

James: Maybe not,
but it's getting expensive.

Sadie...

I take it these are
the new security experts.

Honey -- this is
Fiona and Jesse.

Spare me
the sales pitch.

I have already dropped 200 grand
on the new alarm system.

Well, just because you have
all the equipment

doesn't mean
you know how to use it.

I think what
my associate means is...

State-of-the-art security system
isn't really worth much

if your motion sensors are being
blocked by furniture

or trees are growing too close
to your house.

Bottom line --
what are you proposing?

We'll add some sensors,

troubleshoot your
existing systems.

Fiona: If it helps
you sleep easier,

we can move you
into the guesthouse

and we'll be here
around the clock.

If anyone shows up,
we'll be ready.

And if they don't...

we can put all this
behind us...finally.

When you're looking for
an angle in an interrogation,

it often helps to let a subject

watch you go through
the details of his life

right in front of him.

Other man visits the shop.

Very blonde,

like albino man.

He pays with
a cashier's check.

Keeping one eye
on your research

and one eye on his reactions

can often tell you
what he wants you to see...

...and what he doesn't.

Finally got the old guy
to blink.

What did the trick?

Some article about a charity 10k
up in Atlanta.

Three years ago.

So we found a relative?

Hopefully a close one.

- One of us should run down these names --
- Yeah, not it.

You weren't
expecting that, were you?

Fine, but the next errand
is yours.

All right,
James and Sadie are sleeping,

and the house is clear.

Next time
you offer me a job

protecting
an egomaniacal bastard,

remind me to say no.

Seriously?

You're drinking sparkling water,
munching on biscotti,

and playing solitaire, Fi --
I think you'll survive.

Did you see the contempt
he had for his wife?

We won't be inviting him to the
Carlito for brunch anytime soon,

but I don't know -- the guy's
done some pretty amazing things.

I-I was reading up
on him.

He developed this antiviral.
It was groundbreaking.

He got honorable mention
from the Nobel Foundation.

Second floor,
northeast corner.

That's James' office.

Is that the alarm?

Yeah, there's somebody
in the main house.

Oh, my God.
I knew it. I knew it.

Everything's gonna be fine.
Just call the cops.

We'll be right back.

Don't move!

Put your hands up.

I'm not armed.
Don't worry.

Well, that's good to hear.
Now put your hands up.

You want to shoot me?
Go ahead. Shoot me.

I don't think you understand
how this works.

You're the burglar,
we're protecting the house.

I am not a burglar.

Put your damn hands
on your head.

We're going downstairs.

I can't believe
that after all these years

he wins, just like that.

Wait. W-what are
you talking about?

What am I talking about?
I'm talking about your boss.

James -- he took
everything from me.

Oh, what, did he forget
to mention his ex-partner?

Best friend that he framed
and left to die

in a rat-infested prison
in South America?

Wait a minute.
You're Dan Tesmond?

Did I miss something?

HLX used to be
a two-man operation.

It was James Forte
and Dan Tesmond.

It took me seven years
to figure out how to escape.

I scrounged together enough
money to pay off a prison doctor

to fake my death.

And that's just the fun part.

I get back to Miami,

and I found out that James
had stolen my company,

my future...

And my wife.

- You were married to Sadie.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry. You can tell
your story to the cops.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
We need to hear the rest of it.

- Fi, we've done our job.
- But what if he's telling the truth?

We're not getting involved.

Jesse, if it's true,
he shouldn't be locked up again!

All right, fine.

You get him out of here,
I'll buy us some time.

You're letting me go?

I'm taking you somewhere
to hear you out.

And if you're lying,

I am going to push you out of an
even higher window head-first.

Well? Anything?

By the time
we got to your office,

he had already jumped out
the window.

Fi's sweeping the grounds,
but chances are he's long gone.

Well, if he comes back,

you sure as hell better
catch him.

Uh-oh.

Fiona let you live.
I take that as a good sign.

I told you that everything
I said back there was true.

Fiona:
And there's more.

You know that antiviral
that James supposedly created?

That was actually
Dan's creation.

And that's why he set you up.

Yeah. I wanted to go public
with it,

help as many people
as possible.

James could only
see dollar signs.

He put five keys of cocaine
in my bag,

and he paid off a judge
to make sure that it stuck.

And then James patented
the gene sequence,

turning HLX
into a gold mine.

And Sadie left me
while I was in prison.

So,
I've had better vacations.

Damn, you got
a raw deal, man.

But why rob their house?

I was just looking for anything
to get into HLX.

If he can get
that gene sequence,

he can finish
what he started.

There are labs that will
duplicate the formula

and sell it generically
for 1/10 the price,

making it accessible to anyone
who needs it.

So, you save the world while
driving James out of business.

I got that.

I don't see how
it's actually gonna happen.

It's just a dream, man.
It's over.

No, it's not.

You need more reasons
to hate James?

How about
rushed medical trials,

victims silenced
with hush money,

lawsuits against anyone
who speaks out?

Yeah, and my gene sequence
made it all possible.

James is too dirty.
He's too powerful.

And that smile needs to be
slapped off his face.

Jesse:
So, just to clarify,

you want to rip off
my client?

Well, no one else
is gonna do it.

He can't get into HLX.

Neither can we.
Fi, it's a fortress.

And after last night, James is
only gonna increase his security.

So if you think that somehow
you --

oh.
Mm-hmm.

Oh.

What just happened?

I believe we decided
to help you.

Really?

Ross is our head of security.

You must be Jesse Porter.

Thank you
for escorting them in.

Well, you're -- you're actually
just the guy I need to talk to.

I'm gonna need full security
access to the facility.

Building schematics --

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
that's against company policy.

I see.

Is it your company's policy
to endanger your C.E.O.'s life?

James:
Don't worry, Mr. Porter.

HLX Medical Technologies

has billion-dollar
trade secrets,

and we have hired a small army
to protect them.

Yeah, I think we can hold
our own against some nutjob

who breaks into houses.

That nutjob
is studying you.

He's trying to figure out
what makes you tick.

That sort of obsession can
become deadly in a heartbeat.

Sadie:
This is horrible.

How can this be happening
to my husband?

It's hard to say.

A lot of times,
disturbed people --

they -- they get fixated
on great men.

Your husband's
a great man.

We can't be too careful.

You let me inspect your office,
the adjacent rooms,

I'll accompany you
on your day-to-day routine.

No. I'm fine here.

Your job is to keep us safe
beyond those doors.

I'll call you
when I'm leaving.

There's a coffee house
down the street.

Grab yourself a latte.

Maybe you can keep
that place secure.

Like aikido masters,

interrogators know that
breaking their adversary

isn't just about leverage --

it's about knowing how
and when to apply it.

The moment your opponent
feels most confident...

Good morning, boys.

...Is also the moment
he's most susceptible

to a game-changing reversal.

It might be.
It all depends on you.

You ready to talk?

Oh, yes, I am.

Last night, I remember

another suspicious man --

customer from Tampa,
with a scar.

And there's
a funny story about that man.

Actually, we have a funny story
of our own.

It's about a war criminal.

And his daughter,
in Atlanta.

My daughter.

Yes.

She visits me
from Romania.

She placed third
in that race.

I was very proud.

I'm sure you were.

But your daughter
is not a runner,

and she doesn't live
in Romania.

She wrote the article.
It was her first.

And, uh, Danica doesn't like
the family name, either.

She lives just outside
of Buckhead.

For now.

See, Lucien,

we're gonna have her deported
unless you start talking.

Who'd you
make the bomb for?

Pavel.

Christian Pavel.

Where do we find him?

I don't know
his phone number.

I meet him
only one place --

Connie's Cafe in Orlando.

Talk to cook --
Nikolai.

Now, promise, you better leave
my daughter alone.

Let's see if your facts
check out.

I guess you're going
to Orlando.

Not it.

What happened to the promise
to run the next errand?

It's null and void
when I say "Not it."

Elsa's got a sunburn,
Mike.

Someone's got to rub on
the aloe vera.

I am sorry
you had to hear that.

I'll survive.

Sam,
you're not "Not it."

Jesse and I need to borrow
Michael for our security gig.

Fi, you're killing me.

I'm sure Connie's Cafe
will be great.

You can get
some cheese fries.

Need some extra manpower?

We need to shake
our smug C.E.O. to his core.

You want to help me
raise the threat level?

A good way to sell your
expertise in protecting people

is to point out holes
in security

that most people
wouldn't notice.

Excuse me.

I'm Jesse Porter.
I work for Mr. Forte.

I need to talk to Ross
about a security issue.

He said you might show up.

And he said he's busy.

You know what?
I guess it's no big deal

that your maintenance workers
are just waltzing through here

with no screening
whatsoever.

Actually,
we screen every per--

Actually, you need to be better
at what you do.

You -- come here.
You too, buddy.

Let's go.

Let's talk about
these maintenance workers.

Shall we?
Who's doing background checks?

Pointing out holes in security
is also a great way

to create new holes
in security.

Matching names on the I.D.'s.
Anyone?

Um...we're on it.

You're on it.

He's on it. Oh.

Wow, you know,
I feel so much better

now that I know
that you're on it.

You tell Mr. Ross
that I stopped by

and that
I'm not impressed.

People tend to
implement security

based on anticipated threats.

They install firewalls
and encryption

if they're afraid
of being hacked.

They use vaults
and armed guards

if they're worried
about being robbed.

What the hell?

And if you need
to get them to keep

their personal security
with them at all times,

you have to make them afraid
to ever be alone.

Uh, who the hell are you?

You may not know who I am,
but I know who you are.

You killed my mother.

What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about
your so-called medicine!

The medicine that
was supposed to save her life.

The medicine
that killed her instead.

The poison
that you pushed on her.

The lies!!

Okay, I can see
that you are very upset.

Why don't we go
to my office,

and we can talk
about this?

Oh, I've talked.
I have talked plenty.

I have talked to
your customer service.

I have talked
to your lawyers.

All you people do is talk.

I am done talking!!

You waiting
for your security guards?

The guards that look through the
cameras? I took those down.

Okay. You win.
We're alone. You got me.

What do you want?

That is a good question.

When my mother was dying,

when I was sitting there
with no hope,

I thought,
"What do I want?"

And as I sat there,
thinking and studying...

Learning about
how to hurt people...

It's scary, really,
how much you can learn

when you put your mind
to it.

You know what else
is scary?

How life
can be so fragile.

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?!

I'm teaching you.

I'm teaching you
what I've learned.

How unfair life can be.

It's so delicate,
so precious,

and then, suddenly,
it's all over in an instant.

Oh, my God!
Please! No!

Please,
just tell me what you want!

I want you to suffer...

every moment
of every single day

for the rest of your life,
just like I do.

And you will.

I promise you, Mr. Forte.

You will.

Where were you?!
The stalker was in my car!

You're fired, all of you.

I'm sorry, sir. I --

You say one word,
and you join them.

I heard explosions.
Sir, you okay?

You have full access to HLX,
any support you need.

All right, Mr. Forte.
All right.

Until that psycho
is behind bars,

you're not leaving
my side.

I'd say James is sufficiently
concerned about his stalker.

I've been told
to protect Sadie,

and Jesse now has full
security access at HLX.

Which means we're one step
closer to the safe

and the gene sequence
inside it.

Yeah,
but the combination --

we're not using the combination.
We're cracking the safe,

which means getting me in there
with safecracking equipment.

Seriously, does this plan
involve any more exploding cars?

Always a good question.

Unfortunately,
the answer's no.

You just make sure
Sadie doesn't get hurt.

Sounds like
you care about more

than just
the gene sequence.

No. I...

I mean, y-yes.

But I know there is no way
that I will ever get her back.

It's been too long.
Too many things have happened.

Relationships
have survived worse.

Will you just promise me
that she'll be okay?

I could care less
about James --

Nothing will happen
to Sadie.

Now, how are you gonna
possibly sneak inside

with a bunch
of safecracking stuff?

Jesse's
taking care of that.

Oh, this is worse
than I figured.

Your office is
a security nightmare.

I'm gonna need to bring in my
equipment to fortify this place.

No, that's ridiculous.
We're perfectly safe here, sir.

As I recall,
that was your assessment

of the parking garage

before Mr. Forte was almost
blown sky-high.

That stalker would have to get
through so many guards

and checkpoints
to get up here.

Or he could
just shoot you.

You need to start thinking
like him -- what does he want?

He wants to show you
that he can get to you

no matter where you are.

He could be lining up
his shot right now.

Now we need to install
some blast-proof windows,

embassy-grade.

Oh, my God. You're serious.
I can take care of that, sir.

As head of security
for the building, I think --

James: No. This is
Mr. Porter's show.

Whatever you need to make
this office safe, you do it.

Just remember -- any contractors
you bring in here,

I'm checking them out.

I'm inspecting
every nut and bolt

you bring
into this building.

Well, there you go.
Can't be too safe, right?

I'm gonna get the ball
rolling soon.

We'll do the installation
this weekend.

You're telling me
that Nikolai quit?

Well, he said he's not
working anymore.

That's what "quit" means.

Oh, boy,
that is just such a shame,

'cause you know
old Nick --

he made the best goulash
in all of Florida.

Would you mind giving me
his number?

'Cause I would love to have him
cater my wife's birthday.

It's kind of a surprise.

Look -- I got to get
back to work.

You write
your number down --

if he comes back in here,

I'll make sure
he gets hold of you.

That's a deal.

Thanks very much.

Name's Chuck.

Michael: Anything?

Well, there was a chef
named Nikolai,

but he quit a week ago.

I slipped the manager $20
to let me know if he showed up,

but I wouldn't
expect a call.

You think they're covering
for him?

No, it didn't seem
like it.

I'm thinking that Nikolai
found out that Lucien was gone

and he just disappeared.

I'll see you back here.

Michael:
Lucien met cook.

He quit last week.

How could I know
Nikolai had left?

I was here in box!
Remember?

Christian Pavel
is my friend.

He bled for me.
We fought side by side.

But I told you,
I don't know where he lives.

He has no phone number.

Nikolai is the only way
to find him.

Well, you're gonna
have to think of another way.

Or the feds are gonna ship
your daughter back to Bucharest.

Hey, hey.

Any progress with Lucien?

Not much. We're letting him
stew for a while.

So this is how I'm getting
into HLX?

Yeah, I can't say
it's gonna be comfy,

but, uh,
the head of security

is inspecting everything
I'm bringing in, so...

We're gonna need
a little magic.

When you're being smuggled
into a secure area,

the best hiding spot

is somewhere
that people are confident

they've checked thoroughly.

By attaching reflective
window tint

to multiple sheets of glass,

you can create what's known
as the infinity illusion.

And just like any magician
won't tell you,

as long as the light
outside the space

remains brighter
than the inside,

you'll be as good as invisible.

All right. Stop.

Sorry to keep you waiting around
all day just to do this, man.

Can't be too safe.

You're bringing a lot
of tools in here.

Yeah, I am.

How about you do your job
and I'll do mine?

Keep this place locked down.

Lab D's that way,
Mikey.

Make as much noise
as you can.

You sure you want to
stick around?

It's gonna get
pretty loud.

How blast-proof
is blast-proof?

Oh, we could fire
a rocket launcher at him.

You'd just need a squeegee
to clean up the mess.

Sir.

Sorry to bother you.

After the other day,

I wanted to install
a few more cameras.

I think there's an extra
lab tech in the north wing.

Footage is from
10 minutes ago.

Could be our guy.
It's hard to tell.

Sure you didn't miscount,
Ross?

I didn't miscount.

Listen,
I'm not taking any chances.

We're headed down there.

You two stay here.
Keep Mr. Forte safe.

When a plan goes wrong,
it's crucial to stay cool.

You may have to bail out,

but how you bail out
is everything.

Do you run
and leave behind evidence

that gives away your plan
to your enemies?

Or do you keep the mission
alive by covering your tracks?

Check "B" and "C."

This place is crawling
with guards.

They'll shoot you before
you get anywhere near the door.

That is your problem.
That is not my problem.

Ross, you see him yet?

Man: Freeze!
Man2: Don't move!

Put your hands
on your head!

I have a little announcement
to make.

Ross here is wired with a half
a pound of high explosive.

You shoot at me,
and we all go boom.

So I'm gonna make it real easy.

You're gonna let me walk
right out the front door.

Oh, my God.

Am I TV? Huh?

Think Mr. Forte's watching?
Huh?

Huh?

Yeah. Grab the radio.

Grab your radio.
Bring it up.

Turn it on.

Turn it on!

Hey, Mr. Forte.

I just want to take
this opportunity

to share something else
I learned

when I was reading
at my mother's deathbed.

You know why hell is scary?

It's not the pain,
it's not the torture,

it's not burning
in a lake of fire.

It's that it lasts forever --
just like me.

So let me be the first
to tell you --

welcome to hell, Mr. Forte.

Welcome to hell.

Somebody, drop that guy.

Somebody shoot him!
Now!

Bad idea.
Bad idea.

Y'all want to die?
You don't want to die.

No one follows.

The morning after
a failed operation

you have two choices.

You can admit defeat
and lick your wounds,

or you can re-engage
immediately,

sticking by your enemy

so you'll be in position
when you find another opening.

All right, so our associates
are analyzing the security tape

from yesterday. We're hoping
to get a lead on our guy.

And you really think
that your team

is better than the cops
for that.

Without a doubt.

So in the meantime, we're gonna
need to do a top-down

security review of HLX --

just completely
lock this place down.

No, no, no. It's clear that he can
get to me whenever he wants.

The spectrum analyzer
is smashed.

Those samples are ruined.

And the research
inside of that safe

is worth
a billion dollars --

easily.

Well, then, we'll bring in
better guards to protect it.

No, we're moving it
off-site.

I've already talked
to Ross.

I'm taking the research to
a bank vault up in Palm Beach.

And...you're sure
you want to trust Ross...

with that? No, no.

Mr. Forte --
This isn't up for discussion.

I am telling you
what is happening.

An armored truck
is on its way.

Fiona, you're to keep Sadie
safe at home.

Wait,
where are you going?

I'll be in the convoy,

and Mr. Porter here
is coming with me.

No, James. You can't risk
your life for some research.

Well Sadie,
I appreciate your input,

but you run
our third-world outreach,

and I will take care of
the business side of things.

You meet me here
in an hour.

Jesse: What comes to mind
when you think

of the First Federal Bank
of Palm Beach?

The most secure vaults
in South Florida.

Why?

I'm afraid that's where
my least favorite C.E.O.

is taking the gene sequence.
Oh, great.

The only place safer
than inside HLX.

We're -- we're done.
It's over.

Not necessarily.

We just need to grab it
before it gets to Palm Beach.

Well, that's easier said
than done.

James is using
an armored truck.

Two cars full of guards.

Armed convoy.
I don't like our numbers.

We don't need numbers.

We just need to convince James
that his armed convoy

won't keep him
or the gene sequence safe.

Well, I'm riding along.
We'll have the route.

I'll call Sam, see if I can't
slow you guys down.

All right.

You got to let me help,
if there's anything I can do.

All right. I'm gonna get over
to Sadie's place.

Even a fender-bender can stop
traffic for a few minutes,

but creating
a longer-lasting roadblock

is about provoking
an emergency response.

Cops and firefighters
won't go anywhere near

a burning chemical truck
billowing smoke

that looks toxic.

Which means you can get
four hours of roadblock

with a smoke canister
and a little gasoline.

What do you think?

Looks scary.

Good.
That's the idea.

Now let's get out of here.

Jesse: Come on,
it's taking forever, Ross.

What, are you getting paid
by the mile?

Ross: We're not taking
this route for the scenery.

Now stay off the radio.

All right, as soon
as the research is safe,

we're taking you
underground.

What the hell?

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Cop: Nobody's getting
through here.

Ross: But we're heading
to Palm Beach.

Y'all got to take the detour
to I-95,

down that road
a few miles.

Unbelievable.

There had to be
an accident!

Today of all days!

You know what?
This is no accident.

No, this is way too convenient.
This is your stalker.

We have kept this whole thing
completely under wraps.

How would he even know
we took this road?

Well, that's a damn
good question -- Ross?

Tell anybody our route?
No. Of course not.

Let's get moving.

No. No. We're not going anywhere
until we sort this out.

You stay put.

Sleight-of-hand tricks
aren't just for kiddie parties.

The same misdirection
and quick moves

that a magician uses
to find a quarter

behind a 5-year-old's ear

can also help an operative
plant a listening device

in someone's car.

What the hell
are you doing?

Are you kidding me?!

Your car's bugged.

I never saw that before.

Yeah, of course not,
because you're bad at your job.

Did you sweep
the armored truck?

Did you sweep
the other town car?

The only car that I know is safe
is the Mercedes

because I searched it myself
this morning.

Sweep the other cars!
Go!

This guy is ahead of us
at every turn.

He could be anywhere.

All right, well,
we need to think like him.

Where does he want us
to go?

The detour, 95.

Maybe if we take
the back roads.

With this many vehicles,

he's gonna be able to spot us
no matter where we are.

Our best bet -- we have Ross
take the Mercedes to 95,

with the convoy.

Use that as a decoy.

Then you and I, we split off,
we go our own way.

I can't leave the research.

Then bring it.
Bring it with you.

You want me

to pull my stuff
out of the armored truck?

The armored truck,
your car -- they're targets.

You have worked for me
for five days.

I cannot believe that I am
seriously considering this.

Mr. Forte,
it's completely your call.

Whatever you think
is safest.

Change of plans!
Open the truck!

No sign of him yet.
I'm gonna call Ross.

No, no. No way.
Stay off your phone.

We got to take
every precaution.

Yeah, good...thought.

W-where are you going?

I just have a...
quick stop to make.

Oh, my God.
Back up -- now.

Back up! Let's go!

Oh, no, no, no.
Um, actually, this is our stop.

That's your cue
to get out.

Get out of the car.

Y-you're supposed --

Michael: I wanted to tell you
the good news, Mr. Forte.

I'm not your stalker.

Dan is.

What, are you surprised
to see me

after dumping me
in a Chilean prison to die?

Hey, jackpot!

Now I know why you
wanted to keep this safe.

There's more than just
a gene sequence in here.

We've got records of payoffs,
medical trial reports.

You've been naughty.

Oh, that's what this is
all about.

This is --
you're all in on this.

This is just about
ripping me off, huh?

No, we're just taking back
what was rightfully mine.

What the hell?

We can make all of this go away.
You just name your price.

Don't you get it?
This was never about money.

This was about
saving lives.

This was about my company.

This was about you stealing
the only woman

that I ever loved.

You want to save lives --
let's save lives.

I'll give you a piece
of the company.

Sadie was no catch.

You can consider
yourself lucky.

You just tell me
what you want,

and we can make
all of this go away.

Sadie, I-I can explain.

I've heard everything
I need to.

And we have everything
we need.

Getting back into HLX
is gonna be a long process,

but it sounds like the Board
of Directors is on my side.

Your old friend James
won't be around for a while.

He's looking at 5 to 10
for conspiracy.

Yeah, he's stiffing me
on the security gig.

Thanks for that, Fi.

All right,
I got to get back to work.

Good luck with
everything, Dan.

- Thank you. Thanks so much.
- All right.

And I-I really want to
thank you guys --

for everything.

And, uh, Sadie wants to
thank you, too.

No, we're just talking,
getting reacquainted.

I mean, it's never gonna be...
How it was,

but it's a start.

You guys have
a second chance.

Thanks again.

I hope he makes
the most of it.

He escaped prison and traveled
a few thousand miles

to get her back.

That should count
for something.

Grand gestures
are great.

Sometimes I think
it's the day-to-day stuff

that's the hard work.

You know who I am, Fi.
I'm not --

Yeah...I know.

And I know
that you and Sam

have a Romanian bomb maker
to break,

so, uh,
we'll talk later.

Lucien: I know this place
is not so bad --

the chairs, the carrots --

I'm starting to like
our conversations.

One way or another,
they're about to end.

Either you tell us
how to find the guy

who you built
the bomb for,

or your daughter's on
the next flight to Bucharest.

Very well.
I'll tell you.

There's a pier
in Daytona Beach.

You walk
to the end of it...

jump off,

swim to the bottom
of the ocean,

and you call out,
"Vladimir."

You think I'm bluffing.

What was that?

Sam: I don't know.

That trip to the diner
was a distress call.

You think I would give up
my friend after so many years?

There are bonds
no man can break.

Now my friend has come
to rescue me.

Let me go,

and maybe I'll tell him
to let one of you live.

Mike, get down!

Work long enough as a spy,

and you learn
that distress calls

don't always work exactly
as planned.

Just because someone
calls for help

doesn't mean
they're going to get it.

A surprisingly high percentage
of the time,

friends turn out to be less
concerned with rescue...

...and more concerned with
making sure no one talks.

I...

Lucien, he betrayed you!
You still want to protect him?!

Mike,
we got to go -- now!

Get us some cover.
With what?

I don't know! Something!
Just get it fast!

About my daughter.

Give me your word!

I give you my word.

You give us
the information,

and your daughter
will be left alone.

The man outside...

he needed a bomb.

He was my friend,
and so I said yes.

Where, Lucien?!
Where is his place?

Warehouse...
in Wynwood...

end of Burnnam Road.

And when you find him,

put a bullet in him.

Okay,
I think I got us covered.

Let's go.

He's gone, Mike.

We lost our only lead.

Not quite. Lucien told me
where to find him.

Well, then, I think we owe
that son of a bitch a visit.

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