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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 the world of intelligence,

taking down
an entire covert network

is the ultimate challenge.

It's not something
you can do alone.

- You.
- Welcome back.

You need the resources of
an entire intelligence agency

behind you.

You need solid intelligence

that can point you
in the right direction.

That list is the key

to destroying the people
who burned me.

But that's just
a starting point.

You're not after
an individual person --

you're after dozens of people,
all of them hiding,

all of them
with resources and skills,

all of them fighting you
by any means necessary.

It's a gigantic jigsaw puzzle
of information

that requires months
of research and analysis

where one target
leads to the next.

A courier picked up
off the suburban street

leads to a spy hiding out as
a diplomat in a foreign embassy

leads to a hardened group
of armed assassins

in another place entirely.

Sometimes
it's a surgical operation

done with discrete teams
that no one ever hears about.

Other times, it's all-out war.

But one thing
is always the same --

with each piece of the puzzle,

you find you understand
your enemy more clearly.

You penetrate the secrecy

that shields the people
behind the scenes...

...Working your way
to the top of the network

to the people
pulling the strings.

You keep fighting,

trying to put that last
piece of the puzzle in place...

...Trying to find
that last person

who will give you the answers
you're looking for.

Glad you made it.

I was beginning to wish
I'd brought a magazine.

There was a guard change
at the front entrance.

Isn't knowing that

supposed to be your job
as senior field officer?

Handling that kind of your job as an
operative extraordinaire?

Oh, but that's not
my title.

Until my burn notice
is officially lifted,

I'm just a "civilian
intelligence asset."

Just saying, the way
the boss talks about you,

I'd think handling
a few government security guards

would be
a piece of cake.

I think
he's got a crush on you.

I can hear you guys,
you know.

Your mikes are live.

Just busting your chops,
boss.

I'm here
with your favorite toy.

I get jealous sometimes.

We're supposed to be wheels up
at the airport in an hour.

Stop screwing around
and get in there.

Roger that.

He sounds grumpy.

You'd be grumpy, too, if you had
a beard that looked that bad.

You want to do the honors,
superstar?

RFID security
is easy to get around

with a device known
in the trade as a "gecko."

Complicated electronics,
but a simple principle --

any key can be copied,
even a digital one.

Hey, I'll be
out of here in a sec.

Just finishing up
a software update.

You know, nowadays,
those updates are done remotely.

You don't have to hard-line
into the mainframe.

Unless, of course,
you're trying to steal data.

Game's over, Hector.
You're coming with us.

Listen,
this is some sort of mistake.

Come on, Hector.
We can do this the easy way

or the way
that involves an ambulance.

My name is Tim, all right?
Not Hector.

Tim Sayers?

No. That's the name
on the I.T. badge you stole.

You're Hector Oaks.

I guess after you bombed
the embassy in Albania,

you lost the glasses
and bleached your hair.

It's working for him.
I like it. Yeah.

Me too.
Guys, seriously -- some sort of mistake.

I'll prove it to you.
I've got my license right here.

They never choose
the easy way.

Hello, security?

Yes, there's a man down
on the 9th floor.

He's hurt,
and I think he's unconscious.

Let's move, fellas.

We'll meet you
at the northwest service exit.

We got to hustle before
a real ambulance shows up.

Let's move!

Plane ticket,
one-off I.D.

You head home
at 2200 hours.

Really good
to have you back.

No, I want in on this.

You know as well as I do

this isn't just
another interrogation.

Slow down.
Let us question him --

he could know where
the operations chief is.

And if he does --

Hey! We'll keep you
in the loop.

Make sure you do.

I've waited
a long time for this.

- I know, Michael. You want answers.
- No, Raines.

I need answers.

Burn Notice 5x01
Company Man
Original Air Date on June 23, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

One of the most dangerous times
for a spy

is right after a job.

Your guard is down,

which makes it a good time
for an attack by your enemies.

Or, in some cases...

Your friends.

Fiona. Uh, Fiona.

Fiona, don't you think

we'd be more comfortable
on the bed?

What makes you think...

That I care...

If you're comfortable?

How was the job?

The job was good.

I missed you.

Yeah, I...got that.

I think you broke a rib.

So where were you
this time?

Fi...

Right.

Right, right, right.
You can't say.

Secret spy stuff.

Don't you find it
somewhat ironic

that for years,

we've been dealing
with this little conspiracy?

I think a memo called it

an "Unauthorized
quasi-governmental agency."

My point is,

we fought the people who burned
you for a long time, Michael.

Now they're on the run,

the CIA
hunting the bastards down,

and we're just out.

I wish I could tell you, Fi.
I really do.

It's been six months now.

Mysterious trips
around the world with Max.

It just doesn't seem fair

that he should
get to have all the fun.

I mean, he's, what,
your keeper or whatever?

He's my agency contact.
It had to be someone, Fi.

The CIA wasn't just gonna
let me got out there alone.

When you got burned...

It wasn't just you.

These last four years
have been hard on all of us.

I know.

I know, and I'm really sorry
about that.

But we are so close
to wrapping this up.

And then I can move on.

I hope you find what
you're looking for, Michael.

I really do.

Then we can all move on.

Hey, mom.

Look who's here.

The world traveler
returns.

Hi, baby.

Sam called. He said he had
something to show me here.

Yeah, he does.

Sam! Michael's here!

Mom, every time
I come over here these days,

you've changed
something else.

Yeah, well, I thought
you're starting a new life,

so I'd make
a few changes myself.

Hey, Mikey!

Speaking of changes,
look at you.

Yeah.
Back in my fighting shape.

And by fighting shape,
of course I mean --

We know, we know.
The ladies love it.

What can I say?

You know, I think I was
stress eating before,

so I dropped a few pounds
since you nailed these guys.

Please tell me the cleanup
is going well.

Mike, come on.

I had security clearance
back in the day, too.

It's going well.
We're making progress.

Progress is good.

Okay, hey. Come on back.
I got a surprise for you.

Okay, Mikey,
three guesses what it is.

Is it --
is it my car?

Ah.
Give the man a prize.

Now, the, uh,
roof looks kind of like

a tin can
mauled by a grizzly bear,

but the power train and
the engine are still ticking,

so I think
it's salvageable.

Sam.
Mikey.

Jesse?

Nothing says "Welcome home"

like 4,000 pounds
of mangled steel, right?

I wanted to
take the tarp off.

Sam wanted to let you
do it yourself.

You know, more of a dramatic unveiling.
What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be in CIFA
in D.C.?

I thought you told him.

You didn't tell him?
I thought you told him.

I didn't have time.
I just saw him.

I was, but now I'm, um...

Now I'm not. I quit.

You quit?!
I quit. You know what it is?

After everything I went through
with you guys,

helping all those people,
I just --

I can't do the government thing
anymore, man.

It's too much red tape.
I just --

it's harder than you think,
going back. You'll see.

He's got a fancy job with a
private security firm down here.

Big money.

Well, the money's all right.
It's not bad.

Actually helped me get this
bad boy out of impound, so --

Uh...Thanks.

Sam said the car
had some sentimental value,

said it belonged
to your dad.

Um, please tell me
that you want the car,

'cause it was actually a huge
pain in my ass to get it here.

This...is great.

Things are heating up at work,
so don't expect any more favors.

Enjoy this one.

Well,
aren't you gonna unwrap it?

I should take this.

Is that the batphone?
Yeah.

Yeah, duty calls.

Hello?
It's Max.

We need you
to get up to D.C., pronto.

D.C.?

I just got back to Miami
yesterday.

Well,
hop on a plane, buddy.

Raines decided we need a little
help on this interrogation.

See you soon.

One of the things
you give up in intelligence

is control
over your own schedule.

It's a little like
being a doctor on call,

only your emergencies tend
to be thousands of miles away.

So what's the problem?

The problem is
he's not talking.

Only one of these bastards
is left in the wild,

and Hector there
still won't give him up.

Anything new in here?

No. The name "John Kessler"
and a blurry photo.

Hard to believe he managed
to assemble so many operations

and stay so off-the-radar,
but he pulled it off.

The last one.
Yeah.

We get him,
we get everything --

not the mealy-mouthed
"I followed orders" B.S.

We got
from all the other guys.

Kessler got his hands dirty
on every spy they burned,

every op they pulled --
all of it.

But first,
we got to find him.

And to do that,

we need to get our friend
Hector, there, talking.

What do you
want me to do?

Just be the same
unstoppable son of a bitch

I recruited
all those years ago.

Do what you have to do.

Listen, buddy,
I warned you.

I gave you plenty of chances
to talk.

You're leaving us
with no other choice

but to move on
to other options,

options that you're not
gonna like.

Mm-hmm.
What's that supposed to mean?

It means if you're not
gonna talk to me,

you get to talk
to Michael Westen.

He doesn't get
a government paycheck.

He doesn't
play by our rules.

Knock yourself out,
Michael.

Nobody's watching.

The biggest obstacle

you can face in
an interrogation is yourself --

when your own feelings,
your own anger,

your own desire for revenge

are all that stand between you
and the information you want.

The stronger your feelings are,
the hotter your hate burns,

the more important it is
to set it aside.

Do you know
why they sent me in here?

Yeah.

Got a pretty good idea.

They dismantled
the main camera,

but they usually have
an extra one around here.

Let's have a look.

There we go.

Now we can have
some real privacy.

What are you gonna do?
You gonna torture me?

It doesn't matter.
I'm not -- I'm not gonna --

I'm not -- I'm not --

calm down, calm down.
I'm not gonna hit you.

I just want to
have a conversation.

I'm not
gonna say anything.

Okay, then I'll talk.

You know, I've learned a lot
about your organization

over the last four years.

And the thing is, the more
I tried to dismantle it,

the more I realized
it was just people.

Not some abstract thing --

just people trying to get work
done in a dangerous world,

and having a few
burned spies around

could make that possible.

And the thing is,
I get it.

I mean, plenty of us
have had that dream --

an operations group
that didn't have to adhere

to government bureaucracy,

that could just act without
rules, without red tape.

And you made that happen.

Do I support
what it turned into? No.

But I'd be lying

if I said I didn't understand
that dream, Hector.

I don't blame you.

Even when
you pulled that knife on me,

I knew you were just a guy
trying to survive.

But the thing is, these guys,
they don't understand that.

To them, you're just
member number 31

in a criminal conspiracy
they need to dismantle.

It doesn't
have to be that way.

But you have to help me.

Tell me where Kessler is.

I can't.

You don't understand.
He'll kill my family.

Not if I get to him
first.

How do you think
he's avoided you so long?

He'll see you coming.

He didn't see me coming

when I took down
his entire organization.

You want to protect your family?
I'm your best bet.

You think
you can take him?

Well, let me
put it this way --

he was
the head of operations.

He planned every project
that made my life hell

for the last four years.

I'd like to put those years
behind me,

but I have a few questions,
questions only he can answer.

So trust me.

I want to talk to him more
than you can possibly imagine.

Just tell me
what you know.

What the hell did
you do to the camera in there?

We've been deaf and blind
out here for an hour.

It's in the trash can.
I disabled it.

I don't need
to remind you --

I went out on hell of a limb
bringing you back in.

Kessler's in Caracas.
He's got a compound there.

You want the address?
What?

- How --
- You said to do what I had to do.

I did what I had to do.

You said he was good.

What else?
Did you get details?

Kessler's dug in.
We're gonna need a team.

Oh, and one more thing --
I want to bring my people.

Your people?
What people?

You mean that ex-S.E.A.L.
and your girlfriend?

Yes, the ex-S.E.A.L.
and my girlfriend.

I can't have people
without clearance --

Sam and Fi knew
the classified intel on this op

before you did.

They're two more pairs of boots
on the ground

in a country that's not too
friendly with the CIA right now.

Max will have
his team there.

If you want my help,
I want my team.

You know, I forgot what a pain
in the ass you could be, Westen.

Yeah, but I'm worth it.

Intelligence agencies choose
their foreign command centers

with a few things in mind.

You want a place that's near
main roads but not on them.

It's best if the owner
is on the payroll,

or is controllable
in some other way.

You want power
for the computers,

air-conditioning
for the meetings,

and a generous
late checkout policy

in case an operation
goes wrong.

Hey, guys.
Welcome to Caracas.

How was the flight?
Which one?

It would have been better

if we hadn't been
routed through Turkey.

And Spain. And Costa Rica.
And if they had peanuts.

Well, you know how
these jobs are.

They got to bounce you around
a little bit

to throw the dogs
off the scent.

Come on.
Let's get inside.

Okay, so, this is what our
taxpayer dollars get us, huh?

It's low-key, and it's got
a great view of the street.

If you got a couple of
bolivares, the bed vibrates.

Used to be
the honeymoon suite.

Well, in this room,
I'd ask for an annulment.

Well, you don't have to
stay in here.

You're staying in room
cinco-zero-cinco.

It's been swept
by counter-intel,

but try to keep the shop talk
down to a minimum.

And don't drink the water.

I got two guys on jello
and antibiotics so far.

W-we're all staying
in the same room?

Yeah.

Wow. You really know how
to show a girl a good time.

Well,
don't blame him.

We don't have the resources
to secure the whole building.

Hey, have, uh -- have a little something
from the mini-bar on Uncle Sam

as my way of saying "I'm sorry."
Apology accepted.

You two get settled in.

Mike and I,
we're gonna over the details.

Well, wait.

We don't -- we don't need to
go over the details, too?

Uh, Fiona,
just give us a minute.

Is, uh -- is that
gonna be a problem?

It'll be fine.

I'm sorry. I know
they're part of the team.

- Just regulations are regulations.
- What are we looking at?

Kessler's compound. Right where
Hector said it would be.

Can we get in?

Well, we could,
but we'd never get out.

Alarm's wired directly
to the central police station.

We raid the place,

there's gonna be
a huge fire fight.

We'd never extract our team
before the Venezuelans arrived.

Hit him on the road.

Unfortunately, Kessler
doesn't travel that much.

And when he does,
he sticks to places

with as much security
as he has at home.

He drives
an armored S.U.V., too.

And there's no way
I can get an okay

to hit him with anything that's
big enough to make a dent.

So, that leaves us
with what?

Well, you, my friend.

Meet commandante
Armando Puente.

He runs a military checkpoint

that Kessler travels through
regularly.

He was trained in Cuba by the
Soviets during the late '80s.

Since your Russian's
better than mine...

I'm gonna
make a new comrade.

Technically, "Vasily Andropov"
gets to make a new comrade

and then convince that comrade
to look the other way

when our team goes in.

Study up, Vasily.

There's a full legend
in the file.

This is a surgical strike,
Michael.

If anything goes wrong,
we're gonna have

a major international
incident on our hands.

And if you end up
in a Venezuelan prison...

Yeah, yeah.

It's gonna be tough
to do a prisoner swap

for a spy
who's still officially burned.

I get it.
I can handle it.

Talk to your team,
get cleaned up.

You scout the checkpoint
at 1400 hours.

Oh, sightseeing is so much
more fun with a machete

and scouting
a military checkpoint.

Maybe your CIA buddies
could throw in a hotel

and some flight upgrades.

I could get used to
a vacation like that.

I'm glad
you're enjoying it.

Well, that makes
one of us.

How long is this gonna take,
Mikey?

I got a half a bottle of Tequila
waiting for me back at the hotel.

What? They said
not to drink the water.

Ooh, it looks nasty. What are
you doing here, exactly?

Offering a bribe to him
in the officer's uniform.

All right, I'm gonna need
a little private time with him.

Give me about 10 minutes?

Yeah, I think Chuck Finley
and his wife can handle that.

What do you think,
Darlene?

Actually,
you're Tara and Greg Winter.

Max already backstopped you
with passports, licenses,

baggage-claim stubs.

Yeah, yeah. Everything except
the monogrammed socks. Great.

The Winters are gonna have some
car trouble at the checkpoint.

- Okay, so you need us to rig a car.
- Max already did that.

Oh, I see,
so it's probably

one of these fancy-shmancy
pre-rigged things,

totally state-of-the-art.

Top secret.
Uh-huh. Completely undetectable.

Yeah,
I could have done that

with some olive oil
on the engine block.

Well, I guess that's the world
of the big leagues.

Okay, come one.
Let's get this done.

When you're working
under a cover I.D. overseas,

it's all about
the little things.

The farther you are from home,
the higher the stakes.

That's why you study.

You have to know every visa
on your passport,

every detail on every document,

the entire history of the
person you're claiming to be.

It's true whether you're
pretending to be a Russian spy

on a foreign
recruitment mission

or a clueless American tourist
with a bad rental car.

Well, I certainly
didn't rent the damn thing.

Well, what do you
want me to say?

I'm sorry. I mean,
we're here in Venezuela.

It's not like there's a lot
of choice of rental cars here.

Señor.

Huh? Yes, sir?

Señor, por favor,
se tiene que mueve.

I would love to, okay?
Yo quiero vroom vroom.

But as you can see,
the car is en fuego.

It's on fire.

No me importe
cual es el problema.

I hope that means
you're gonna get a mechanic.

'Cause otherwise --
señor, por favor.

Here we go.

I'm gonna fix it

'cause you certainly
don't know what you're doing.

Oh, boy. Yeah,
you really nailed it there.

Sir, por favor.
Sir, give us a break, please.

Well, help us.
Help us.

Por favor, it's kaput.
We need help.

¿Cual? Pepe.

When you're recruiting an asset
from a hostile country,

you pose as a citizen of
one of your target's allies.

Someone who would never help
the United States,

for example...

...Might be perfectly happy
to help a Russian.

Engl-- English.

Fine.

Now, why are you here?

For this man.

Señor Kessler.

He drives through here,
always with armed guards.

He is...American.

What do you want with him?

This man has committed
many crimes in my country,

terrible crimes.

Señor Kessler
is well-connected.

He has friends
in government,

he has money.

That is why I come to you,
comrade.

Other men get rich
off this criminal,

but you,
you serve this country.

This man is very dangerous.

You would be doing a great
service to your country

and to my country.

All you have to do
is bring him here alone,

and my team will take care
of the rest.

Think about it, comrade.

I will be at this address
this afternoon.

I hope to see you soon.

I will make it
worth your while.

It's always a tense time
right after you've made a pitch

to recruit an asset
on foreign soil.

If they accept,
you're in business.

If they decline,
you're in jail,

which is why it's a good idea
to have backup.

Don't worry.

He's only a few minutes late.
He'll be here.

Well, when he does
get here, quit talking in my ear.

If he hears you,
I'm dead.

He's not gonna
hear anything.

That radio's so far down
your ear canal

it's tickling
your brain.

Okay, Michael, Puente's here.
Look Russian.

Commander, you came.
I was beginning to worry.

Is there
something wrong?

I spoke to a friend
at FSB.

He said he has never heard
of your operation.

Who are you?

You pull a gun on me.

Abort, abort!

Get the extraction team ready.

Alpha team
getting into position.

Wait, are you kidding?

Michael's never gonna
let you just pull him.

Let him sell it.

What are you talking about?
We can't let him --

He can handle himself.
Just give him what he needs.

Alpha team, stand by.

Find Puente's FSB contact.
Now!

I will not
ask you again. Who are you?

I told you.

I am Vasily Andropov.

My friend said there is
no such person at FSB!

Calm down, calm down.

I will calm down!

When you tell me
who you are.

Then I am calling
security forces,

and you can
explain yourself to them.

There are three FSB operatives
specializing in Venezuela --

Viktor Banin, Bogdan Egorov,
and Gennady Yohzin.

Magicians and mind readers

often use a technique
known as shotgunning...

I spoke with Banin
yesterday.

Uh, he told me
this might happen.

...In which you determine
what your target is thinking

by throwing a bunch
of information at them

and reading their reactions.

I don't know
Viktor Banin.

It's effective for spies,
as well,

but it's considerably harder
to do

with a gun pointed at you.

Of course
you don't know Banin.

I spoke with Gennady.

Eh, it is their job to shoot
your good friend Bogdan

if this mission goes wrong.

All teams stand by.

How do you know Bogdan?

I am an FSB Agent.

I don't come to this mission

without knowing who you are
and who your friends are.

Tell me this --
why has not Bogdan

heard of this operation?

Bogdan is an FSB analyst
in Saint Petersburg.

He's a computer nerd.

Uh, tech specialist
in Latin-American studies.

Here we go --
disciplined for alcohol abuse.

The guy's a booze hound.

He's an alcoholic, Mike.

What can I say?
Maybe he was too drunk

or too busy
playing with his computers

to notice the memo
on his desk!

I am sure that
when he is executed

for ruining this operation,

he will wish he was
a little more attentive.

You have a decision to make,
comrade.

You can shoot me,

but then you will explain
yourself to the FSB

and to the police.

You can leave,
and I will find someone else.

Or you can help me
with the American,

you collect your fee,

and you keep
your mouth shut.

Come on, Mike.

If I find you are lying,

I will not hesitate
to shoot you.

I would expect nothing less
from a soldier.

Let us drink.

Na zdorov'e.

All right, everybody,

I'm gonna review this one time,
so pay attention.

Michael and I will be
in the command van, here.

Kessler will approach the
checkpoint, moving southbound.

When he gets to the checkpoint,
we have an asset in place

that will separate him
from his security.

Michael, you want to
go over those details?

I've arranged with the commander
of the checkpoint

to take Kessler
into the outbuilding

to view his documents while
keeping his soldiers outside.

At this point, the extraction
team will enter from the east

using the forest as cover.
Remember...

You're supposed to be

a Russian team,
so speak Russian.

Or keep your mouths shut.

From there,
he goes to the transpo team,

which puts him in a box
and gets him on a plane.

Documents has already
created the paperwork.

Are we clear?

All right,
remember this guy Kessler,

he ran his own covert ops
for a long time.

He did it well.

He's not gonna be a pushover,
so be ready for anything.

Okay. Let's move out.

Yeah, hey, Mike, uh,
can we talk to you for a second?

Sam, I don't have time.

Well,
I suggest you make time.

Max put Sam and me on bag-watching
duty at the airport.

What's next,
coffee detail?

- Fi...
- She's got a point, Mike.

I mean, you say
we're part of the team,

but we're definitely not
part of the action.

You have been part of it,

which is why
you have to hang back now.

Puente thinks you're American
tourists with a bad rental car.

If he sees your faces again,
he'll know we set him up.

Well, look,
we can stay out of sight

and still be ready
to back you up.

Sam, you know this is
the way they do things.

Different teams have different
jobs, for operational security.

"Operational security"?

What happened to the way
we do things?

It's their show, Fi.

It's our show,
too, brother.

We should be able to
see this through.

I mean, right is right.

All right,
Michael, let's go.

Bravo team's
already moving out.

I got to go.
I'm sorry.

I'll see you
back in Miami.

The challenge of a good
large-scale field operation

is to keep all parts
coordinated

while keeping them
as separate as possible.

Field units are separate
from transportation units...

...With the command unit
separate from both.

When things go right, they all
work together as one big team.

Okay, we've got
the target moving.

It's all you, buddy.

Extraction team, stand by.

Mr. Kessler, I need you
to come inside for a second.

Is there a problem?

There's no problem.
Just some documents to sign.

Please, come inside.

Okay,
everybody ready.

The problem
with remote command centers

is what happens
when things go wrong.

What's going on, Max?

What the hell is happening?

Anyone stuck
in the command center

is too far away
to do anything about it.

Damn it!

The radios are not working!

We've got no contact.

Kessler knew we were here.

We're blown.

Fi, not a good time.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Wait. Where are you?
Red team, come in.

We're about 50 yards
from the checkpoint.

Fi, you were supposed to be
at the airport.

Yeah, well,
we decided to stick around

and watch the "experts"
do their thing.

What's happening
out there?

I'm not sure.

It looks like Kessler picked up
on your radio frequencies

and jammed them.

They must have had some kind
of scanner in the car.

How many down?

The smoke is still clearing,
but it's bad.

He's moving.

He's heading
back to the compound.

- I hope you have a plan "B."
- I'm working on it, Fi.

Kessler's men took out the team
before they could move in.

Sam and Fi are helping
the survivors.

Sam and Fi? Sam and Fi
are supposed to be --

They're helping
with survivors!

Kessler's on his way
to the compound.

We got less than 20 minutes
to salvage this.

- How the hell are we gonna salvage --
- Just get in the van!

There he goes.
This is our last chance.

Uh, what's going on here?
Do we have a plan?

A plan? No.

I got some tactical goals
and a rough approach.

A rough approach?
Oh, well, that's terrific.

Thank God we've got that.

Because we don't have back-up,
video feeds, or working comms.

Welcome to my world.

You're sure
you want to do this?

I am not letting this go.

This is our chance
to get Kessler

before we're swamped
with security forces.

You want out, I'll slow down,
but I am not stopping.

Floor it!
Hang on!

- Is this seriously how you do things?
- When I have to.

How are you still alive?

Good question.

I eat a lot of yogurt.

I think we're a little
out-gunned here.

Grenade.

Make that a lot out-gunned.

If you cover me,
I can flank him

and take him out
from the woods.

Or you could just shoot him.
That works, too.

Let's get inside.

We're gonna have every cop and
soldier in Caracas here in a minute.

Keep your head down.

Oh, I think we lost him.

I don't think we lost him.
I think he doubled back.

Or we're both wrong.
No! Don't shoot.

I want him alive.

Steel door.

Ugh, a safe room?
Something like that.

The walls are metal.

All right,
unless you have a thermal Lance,

I'm calling this one.

No. I'm not leaving here
with the job undone.

This is not about
your personal revenge, Michael.

We'll can get him
another time.

How? You don't know
anything about him.

He compromised a secure
CIA communications system.

What do you think you're gonna do,
just grab him at the airport?

Fi, you guys all right?

As well
as could be expected.

The team is pulling out
with their wounded now.

I need you to buy us
a little time.

Slow the cops down.

Do you know the choke-point
on the road near the bridge?

All traffic going to Kessler's
has got to pass through there.

And you want us
to stop them?

Consider it done.

I don't know what you think

buying us a few extra minutes
is gonna do.

It would take us hours to get
through that with the right tools,

and we don't have anything.

Kessler's men
have grenades.

We do this right,
we can make a hole.

Old-school. I like that.
I got 'em.

The most vulnerable system
in any reinforced structure

is typically ventilation.

Holes that let in air
can also let in other things,

like the explosive cores
of concussion grenades,

for example.

They're a high-quality
explosive and quite effective.

Of course, you have to
get them into place

without blowing your hands off.

Hurry it up, Sam.

We've got about 30 seconds
before la policía get here.

Yeah, well, you know what?

Next time Tara and Greg Winter
take a vacation,

you get to soak the upholstery
in gasoline.

Well,
first bullets, now fire.

So long, old girl.

So, you think the CIA's
insurance plan covers that?

Maybe.

But I doubt
it covers this.

Last chance, Kessler!

As a spy,
your job is intelligence.

You might want to back up
away from the wall!

Whether you're after
national-security secrets

or operational information

about the people
who destroyed your life,

the job is the same.

We'll go in quick.
He'll be stunned.

Anything to get us out of here
sooner, I'm all for. Do it.

There's no greater satisfaction
than that moment

when you finally get the
answers you're looking for.

Is he alive?

And nothing is harder to take

than having those answers
forever taken away.

He's dead.

I thought you said the blast
wasn't enough to --

it wasn't the blast.
He shot himself.

Well, I guess he didn't
want to be taken alive.

Well, it happens.
We did our best.

That's it?

All this way?

After all these years?
That's it?

Hey, hey.
That's it?!

Hey, listen!
I'm sorry, man.

But if you want tidy endings and easy
answers, you picked the wrong job.

He's gone.

And the police are here.
We got to find a way out.

Come on. Come on.

A well-trained police force
knows

that the first priority
when arriving at a scene

is to establish a perimeter
and lock down the area.

You let them do that

and, chances are,
you're not getting out.

I think Kessler's gun
had a spare clip.

We can hold them off
for a little while, but...

We won't be able to
shoot our way out.

At least not that way.

Grab that fan.
I got an idea.

That's why it's important
to make sure

that they have
a higher priority,

like dealing
with a more urgent threat.

If you've got enough ammunition
and a good oscillating fan,

you can keep them busy
dealing with your gun...

...While you're busy
getting away.

Well,
we made the papers.

Not exactly the goal
of this little operation,

but it's something.

Could be worse,
I guess.

Could be a picture
of our corpses.

Is my Spanish that bad
or does this say,

"The shootings are believed to be
a part of a kidnapping attempt

by a Colombian cartel?"

Yeah.
P.R. guys did a good job.

We got out clean.
Clean?

With two team members K.I.A.
And a dead target?

I don't know
what to tell you, Michael.

Our job
is to do the impossible.

We took Kessler
out of the game.

Yeah, with help
from a few pinch hitters.

You're never gonna hear it
from the agency

because officially
you were never in Caracas,

but thank you.

It would have been a lot worse
without you.

Unofficially,
you're welcome.

Anything for the cause.

So this is how it ends --
a body on the ground.

Yeah, but he put a bullet
in his own head and not yours.

Hey,
I'll drink to that.

Mike, you won.

The people that burned you,
the whole damn network --

it's done.

To new beginnings.

Mike, uh, you're kind of
leaving us hanging, here.

I saw the door open.

What are you doing here?

I hope
I didn't surprise you, mom.

I-I thought you were out.

No, I was just at my yoga class
at the "Y."

Glad to see you're
taking care of yourself.

Hmm.

Oh, well. Baby steps.

Which reminds me --

Sam said that you're on your way
back to your old job.

Something like that.

He also said that

you didn't quite find
what you were looking for

in your trip down south.

I had a chance
to finally get some answers,

make sense
of the last four years.

And that chance ended up
in a body bag.

You know, all those years
I lived with your father,

I used to think through
millions of ways

that I could confront him,

everything
that I wanted to say.

And all of a sudden,
he drops dead.

That's it.

You know...

People talk about "closure,"

but I don't buy it.

When somebody blasts a hole
in your life...

It tends to stay open.

It does, doesn't it?

So what do you do now?

Now?

Things go back to normal,
I guess.

Normal.

What exactly is normal?

I have no idea.

Here's an idea.

Why don't you
fix the Charger?

This?
Oh, no. No, no.

This is beyond saving.

Nothing is beyond saving
if you work at it.

Nothing.

Besides, then I could have
my garage back.

Want anything?

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