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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.

Low-tech explosives
may be clumsy and unreliable,

but their simplicity makes them
almost impossible to trace.

Sophisticated bombs, on the
other hand, are more effective

but require expertise
and specialized components,

which means
the more lethal the bomb,

the more you know about the man
who wants you dead.

Any progress?

All I know for sure
is this guy is a master.

A detonator wired
to a depth finder.

I'm a little jealous
I didn't think of it myself.

Jesse's contact did
a chemical analysis of the C-4.

It was stolen from a batch
in the Soviet Union.

In 1988.

A dead end.

So, what now?

Try accessing the U.S.
counterterrorist databases,

see if I can find
something.

Michael, you get caught breaking
into Homeland Security,

this bomb will be the least
of your worries.

If I don't find out
who framed me,

I'm gonna spend my golden years
in Guantanamo.

I could call someone I used to
know. He might be able to help.

- Do I know him?
- No.

But if you need
this kind of information,

he's the person to call.

What, is there bad blood
between you?

He likes me fine.

I'm less enthusiastic
about him.

But under the circumstances,

I think he might be
our best option.

I'll, uh, I'll send him
the photos

and see if he comes back
with anything.

In the meantime...

Why don't you go over
your old leads?

Maybe you missed
something.

But don't forget we've got lunch
with your mom tomorrow.

Michael,
I'm talking to you.

Yeah. Ma. What?

I was just saying that
you better be in a good mood

for this boat ride.

You've been preoccupied
all week.

We're going on a boat ride
with this guy?

I thought
it was just lunch.

"This guy's" name is Ben.

And it's not just any boat.

It's the new glass-bottom boat

that that they're running
out of Coconut Grove.

Go easy on him,
Madeline.

He still doesn't know
that some couples

do things besides fight
multinational conspiracies.

You know, you could learn
a thing or two from Ben. Hmm.

Like taking Fiona here out
more often.

A woman needs to be appreciated,
Michael.

Thank you, Madeline.

Do you have anything
to say to that?

I think we have a problem.

This looks like a trap.

Who the hell
are these people?

I don't know.
Jesus.

Fi, you take the two behind.
I'll hit the guys in front.

On three.
One, two...

Put the gun down.

I know what this is.
You know what what is?

You know the contact that I reached
out to, the one that I told you about?

This is just his style.

Fi, you don't
have to do this.

It's a little late for that.

Fiona, it's so good
to see you.

I was just finishing up
some business in Rio

when you called.

My pilot flew us here
as fast as he could.

Did you really have to send a fleet
of motorcycles to pick me up?

I didn't have to.
I wanted to.

So, can you tell me
who built the bomb or not?

Of course I can.
You know me --

always a friend
to those in need.

What's your price,
Armand?

No price.
My help is free.

All I ask is...
one small favor.

These are
of Riker Munitions.

It's a weapons company
out in Doral.

You see that truck
in the yard?

On Thursday, it will be loaded
with armor-piercing rounds.

I was hoping
you could get it for me.

You mean
steal it for you.

I suppose you could
call it that, yes.

Well, I count four guards
at the front gate alone.

Am I supposed to
just shoot all of them?

I'll leave the details
up to you.

But if you want me to find out
who built your bomb,

I'll need you
to get me this.

You can give me your answer,
say, tomorrow?

I'll wait for your call.

Burn Notice 5x08
Hard Out
Original Air Date on August 11, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Are you nuts?

We're talking about robbing
a weapons manufacturer.

I mean, I expect crazy talk
out of her, but you?

I don't like it, either,
but we've hit a dead end

finding who built
this bomb.

Time's running out, Sam.

Well, can't you do some
other favor for the guy,

like mow his lawn
or wash his plane?

That's not
how Armand works.

If we want his help,
we have to do as he asks.

That's funny. I heard
the devil works the same way.

I'd do it myself, but --

But Michael's new friend,
Agent Pearce,

has a top-secret mission
for him.

- Another one?
- Yes.

I'm just saying,

the way the CIA is working you
on these hush-hush gigs

reminds me of another group
of spies you used to work for.

You can say no.
I'd understand.

I'll do it, Mike,
but you're gonna buy me

every mojito I can drink for a month.
Deal.

Okay, good, 'cause someone's
got to keep

Tinker Bell here
from shooting everyone.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Give my regards
to Agent Pearce.

Good to see you again, Michael.

Agent Pearce, you look like
you could use a nap.

Mm.

Got in on the red-eye from Cairo
this morning.

My clock's still
catching up.

How's our investigation
coming?

Cairo was a bust.

Everyone Max knew there is
either dead or out of the game.

So, where does that
leave us?

Square one.

I'm done kicking over rocks
hoping to get lucky.

The murderer
was here in Miami.

That's where we're going to
refocus the investigation,

as soon as we're done
with this.

Our new CIA assignment.

Steve Cahill -- lowlife
who works as a go-between

for bad guys
around the globe.

We want him.

You "Want him," as in
you want to extract him. Why?

Anywhere Cahill goes,
nastiness usually follows.

If he's up to something,
we'd like to know what it is.

Where do we find him?

One of our agents heard him
running his mouth

in a Bangkok bar
about some big powwow

he's got
in the Caribbean tomorrow.

Our orders are to find out
who he's meeting,

record what it's about.

And we put a head bag
on Cahill.

- How big's our team?
- You're looking at it.

The brass wants to keep this
on the way-down-low.

Agent Pearce,
a snatch-and-grab like this

takes at least
three members --

two for the target
and one for the getaway.

My bosses are willing to let me
bring someone else in.

The only catch

is that they'd have to have
a security clearance.

Wait.

You know somebody with
a security clearance, don't you?

Yeah, but he's not
gonna like this.

I hope you appreciate this is my
first day off since Christmas.

It's an in-and-out job
in the Caribbean.

Practically a vacation.

Spoken like a man
who's never taken a vacation.

Thanks for the ride, Fi.

Yeah.
Try not to get shot.

Fi, I'm sorry I can't help you
with, uh, the other thing.

It's fine. Sam and I
will figure something out.

I know you don't like Armand,
so it means a lot to me.

I said it's fine.

Michael,
who is that?

That's Agent Pearce.

I think you might have
left out a few details

when you described her.

You must be Fiona.
I read your file.

As an employee
of the U.S. government,

I'm probably not supposed to
say this, but...Wow.

Thanks. Michael told me
almost everything about you.

Oh? Well, I hope
he was discreet.

When it comes
to his work,

Michael takes discretion
to a whole new level.

Oh, that's just
how we're trained.

It used to bug the hell
out of my fiancé.

Your fiancé?
How does he put up with it now?

I could use some tips.

- Her fiancé is, uh --
- Dead.

Eight years now.

I-I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Michael, we should go.

Thanks for letting me
borrow him for a few days.

You're welcome.

I'll take good care
of him.

There's a reason that everyone

from 17th-century pirates
to present-day drug smugglers

have operated in the Caribbean.

It's filled with tiny islands
that are close to major ports

but outside the reach
of national laws.

That said, the privacy

that makes the islands
great hiding places

also makes them vulnerable.

Your enemies may be able
to hide from you,

but you can hide from them
just as easily.

- Another coffee while you wait?
- No.

I've been waiting for two hours.
Where's your boss?

This is unacceptable.

Sir, he'll be with you
in just a moment.

He's cranky.

Jesse.

Looks like Cahill's mystery date
has finally arrived.

Well, look who it is.
That's Miles Vanderwall.

And who is he, exactly?

A high-ranking mercenary

with a group called
Optimal Outcomes.

He's torched more than his fair
share of villages to the ground.

He sounds like
a sweetheart.

He's as sadistic
as they come.

I wonder what they could have
to chat about.

Well, let's find out.

Any particular reason
you're three hours late?

I am a professional.

Sorry, mate.
Do I work for you?

Give the rodent
his money.

Can I at least get a ride
back to my boat?

You can get out
of my sight.

That wasn't much
of a meeting.

That looked a lot like
a delivery.

Either way,
our interrogators

will be asking Mr. Cahill
all about it.

He's heading west.
We'll grab him on the trail.

I'll get the boat ready.
See you guys at the beach.

Properly scouting
a facility's security

is a two-step process.

Observing the outside

will tell you
about its physical defenses,

but to get a complete picture

of your target's manpower
and security protocols,

you need to get inside
their walls, too.

I hope
you enjoyed the tour.

I think you'll agree our
facilities are topnotch.

No arguments here,
but, uh, we need to talk

about the elephant
in the room -- your security.

Our security is excellent.

Care to be more specific?

I need to know about
intrusion-detection systems,

security-response procedures,
the whole nine.

I'm not allowed
to discuss that.

Do I look like some doe-eyed
twerp with a shiny new MBA?

Let's just cut the crap.

Now, my clients
are very security-conscious

and very unforgiving
of lapses.

- I understand that, but --
- No, I don't think you do,

because I can't advise them

to hand you
a $5-million contract

until I know that
their intellectual property

is gonna be safe
on your assembly lines.

There are other fish
in the sea.

Okay, fine.

You can talk to our
security team. Will that do?

That would be perfect.

Thank you.

That bad, huh?

Yeah. It's that bad.

An alarm goes off
anywhere in the complex,

and guards come swarming in
in like 30 seconds.

- How many guards?
- I don't know.

10, a Baker's dozen.
What difference does it make?

Damn it.

Look, if Armand
is just looking

for a couple of crates
of armor-piercing rounds,

why don't we just get them
someplace else?

It doesn't work that way.

If he wants that truck,
we give it to him.

What the hell does he care
what truck it is?

I'm sure
he has his reasons.

All right, well, unless
we can do something clever

to get past those guards, it's
gonna get real ugly real fast.

Well, then, we'll have to think
of something clever, Sam.

Spies have long known

it's a good idea to bring along
a fast-acting drug

when you're targeting someone
for extraction.

In the earliest days
of espionage,

that meant a rag soaked
in chloroform or ether,

but now it's usually
a syringe of propofol.

It works quicker
and has fewer side effects

but shares one downside
with its predecessors --

you still have to
get close to your target

to administer the dose.

Who the hell --

that's why it never hurts
to attack from two angles.

Let me go! Help!
Stop fighting.

Help! Help!

It's better
if you stop fighting.

Hey --

You know, I could have
taken him myself easily.

We have a problem.

Remember when I said
Vanderwall works

with a ruthless group
of mercenaries?

Vanderwall
didn't come here alone.

Their last transport boat
just shipped out.

Damn. What the hell
are they up to?

Whatever it is, we're gonna
have to deal with it alone.

There's no way we're getting
past them to our boat now.

Mike, that would mean --

It means we're not
getting off this island.

When you find yourself
in a tough situation,

like being outnumbered 20 to 1

on an island
crawling with mercenaries,

it's important to remember

that the key to any battle
is intelligence.

It may be tempting to shoot
first and ask questions later,

but if you want to stay alive,
you ask questions first.

Rise and shine.

You guys are both dead.

When those mercs
find my boat still here,

they're gonna come looking
for me.

And kill us? What do you
think they'll do to you?

- Try nothing.
- Oh?

Oh, they must have
a lenient policy

when it comes to people
leaking their secrets

to U.S. intelligence
agencies.

What are you talking about?
I didn't leak --

A Bangkok watering hole,

three Mai tais, and
a very expensive call girl.

Ring any bells?

Oh, Christ.

You guys are CIA?

Yes, and if you want
to keep breathing,

I suggest you start
cooperating with us.

Well, I can't do that. You don't
know what they'll do to me.

Whatever it is, Cahill,

it's gonna happen
unless we all get out of this,

so start talking now.

The mercs are about to launch
attacks in South America.

This island's
their operating base.

Some shady oil conglomerate

hired them to wipe out a bunch
of American outposts --

D.E.A. secret bases,
CIA safe houses.

And when they're gone,
the conglomerate

takes over the local wells,
and no one makes a fuss.

So you know their playbook.

The files
on all the outposts --

that's what I delivered
to Vanderwall.

Which outposts
were they?

W-well,
I didn't memorize them.

They're all over
the continent.

Where'd you get
the files?

Some guy from the NSA.

The NSA has a leak?
I want a name.

I don't know it!
He used a cut-out!

We didn't become
Facebook buddies!

Forget about getting off
this island.

Without those files, we don't
know who the NSA leak is

or which outposts
the mercs are targeting.

A lot of our people get killed
if we don't get them back.

Let's get them back.

All right, I took
a scenic tour of the island.

The base is here,
airstrip's right here,

satellite uplink
is way over here,

and the hard asses
with the M4s,

they're kind of...
Everywhere.

We could try to get to
the uplink and call for help.

There wouldn't be enough
time for help to get here.

As soon as the mercs find that
Cahill's boat is still here,

they'll know
something's up.

What do you
suggest we do --

take on 50 guys
with our handguns?

Well,
if we can't beat them...

I say we join them.

What's that
supposed to mean?

We need a reason to explain
our presence on the island.

I say we go in,
say we're a covert security team

from the company
that hired them.

I like it.
I like it very much.

We say we, uh, we caught Cahill
betraying them.

We saved the day.

Jesus,
you're not kidding.

Uh, w-what about when
they check us out?

We got to make sure
that doesn't happen.

We'll go to their comlink,
take it out,

make sure
they can't call out.

That is, bar none,
the craziest play

I have ever heard
in the field.

Well, you don't hang out
with him enough.

Looks like
the coast is clear.

No C-4, no thermite,
no det cord.

Hell, we don't even have
gasoline.

Yeah, you work with Mike,
you get used to doing

without the perks
of government work --

you know, things like equipment.

You ever miss it,
working for the government?

I don't know.
Sometimes, I guess.

I made calls about you.
Mm-hmm.

You were CIFA's wonder boy
until...

Michael Westen
came into my life.

So, what's the deal?

Why work with the man
who ruined your career?

Free yogurt.

Lots of free yogurt.

Yeah, that's cute.
You like that?

It's really good.

All right.
Let's burn it.

Destroying
high-tech electronics

with glorified
camping equipment

is tough but not impossible.

The mix of nitrate and
magnesium in a marine flare

burns at over 3,000 degrees.

With the right fuse,
it'll turn an electrical system

into a smoldering heap.

Hey, for what it's worth,

sorry we dragged you out
away from home for all this.

Oh, no worries.

If it makes you feel
any better,

things usually aren't
much easier back in Miami.

To hit a facility directly,

you just need a gun
and the willingness to use it.

Less-bloody approaches
require fewer bullets

but more planning...

And more recruiting.

You want me to do what?!

All you got to do is tell them
that your car broke down,

ask to use the john,

toss the doodad in the trash,
and split.

Easy peasy, no big deal.

No big deal? You're asking me
to plant a bomb, Sam!

It's a smoke bomb,

timed to go off
after everybody leaves.

Nobody gets hurt...

You know, except us
if you say no.

Who's this guy who wants you
to rob a-a-a weapons company?

Don't bother.
Fi hasn't been too forthcoming

about this Armand guy.

You want me to get
anywhere near this,

you better start talking,
honey.

Armand got me out of Ireland
when nobody else could --

passport, visa, cash.

But his help wasn't free.

What does that mean --
"Wasn't free"?

Well, my price
for my ticket to the U.S.

was lookout duty
on a job in Belfast.

Turns out that job
was a kidnapping.

Okay. Who was kidnapped?
Jesus.

Not an angel...

But nobody who'd done
any harm to me.

I-I didn't know
until after.

Armand kept his word.
He always does.

Look, the point is, if we're gonna find
out who framed Mike for murder,

we got to heist that place,
Maddy.

And we'd like to do it
without killing anyone,

so...

So, fine.

I'll do it.

So, this is home, then?

After all the effort you put
into getting to Miami,

I expected something...
More.

What are you doing here,
Armand?

Is that any way
to greet a guest,

one who comes bearing gifts,
no less?

These automatic rifles
aren't even on the market yet.

You'll recall that working
with me has its perks.

I don't want
heavy artillery.

I'm trying to do this job
without guns.

Without guns?

What has Miami
done to you?

As long as it gets done.

You should keep those
just in case.

By the way, I've been
looking into your...

Bomb maker.

And?

It's fascinating stuff.

I'd love to tell you more,
but a deal's a deal.

Let me know
if you need anything.

If you want to help, I need
a few pounds of metallic sodium.

Intriguing.

You girls
and your secrets.

Fine.

You'll have it
by this evening.

Speaking of help...

Where is this boyfriend
of yours

you went through
so much effort for?

He's busy.

Hmm.

Well,
I hope he's worth it.

How'd it go?

The uplink's toast, but
the mercs found Cahill's boat.

We got to move.
You ready?

I got what Cahill knew
about the company

that's paying for all this.

It's called
the Pyramid Group.

They got offices
in Dubai, Vancouver.

He knew a few names,
but that's it.

This is nuts!
You'll get us killed!

You want to see
tomorrow's sunrise?

You just nod and back up
everything I say.

Can you nod?

Good.

Showtime?
Showtime.

Getting stuck
behind enemy lines

is one of the hazards
of being a spy.

When it happens, you can either

hide in the shadows
and wait to get killed

or you can march into the open
and take your enemy head-on.

It's a game
of high risk, high reward.

Play it right,
and you might survive.

Halt!
Identify yourself now.

Get that weapon
out of my face.

Where's the idiot who's
in charge of this fiasco?

He asked you a question,
soldier.

This guy's brain-dead.

Hey! Jughead!

Which one of you
is Miles Vanderwall?

Miles Vanderwall!
I need to speak to --

you're looking for Vanderwall?
You found him.

You got a death wish, mate.

My men are under orders
to shoot intruders on sight

when they remember them.

Now, then, who are you?

We work internal security
for the Pyramid Group.

What is this,
a security check?

Commander Jackson
didn't tell me --

it wouldn't be much
of a security check

if he told you about it!

Jackson would never
clear that.

We write the checks.

Jackson clears what
we tell him to clear.

I'm calling Jackson.

Oops!

No signal?

You want to know why?

That's why.

Caught this little weasel
scurrying away

from your satellite uplink
after he torched it.

Isn't that right,
little weasel?

Cahill, you bast--
you stand down!

No one touches that man
until I get some answers!

You don't give
the orders here.

How do I even know
any of this is true?

Oh, you think we're lying,
smart guy?

You think we're intruders
who just landed on this island

with heavily armed troops...

We walked right up to you

just to tell you
you have a broken comlink?

If your orders are to shoot us,
then shoot.

Otherwise,
put the weapon down

and help us
secure the island.

When you're pretending to be
on the same side as your enemy

It's critical
to keep them from talking.

The more the bad guys
can compare notes,

the more likely they'll
second-guess your story.

That's why you shut down

as many forms of communication
as you can.

It won't make you any friends,

but friends are a luxury when
you're trying to stay alive.

All right,
listen up, grunts.

Your security stinks.

It stinks worse
than a garbage truck in August.

That is about to change.

Oh. I'm sorry, soldier.
Am I boring you?

I guess you know
everything there is to know

about security, huh?

I guess
you didn't just let

your only satellite uplink
get torched to the ground!

Did you?!

About to clean this mess up,
gentlemen, A.S.A.P.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

- I said, "Is that understood?"
- Yes, sir!

That's more like it.

Now, until we find out whether or not
Mr. Cahill was working alone,

we will assume that our radios
have been compromised.

Is that clear?

- Yes, sir!
- Okay.

Until further notice...

You will surrender your radios
to me.

Let's go.
Give them up.

Oh, he's really
pushing it.

He knows what he's doing.

I think it's safe to report to
Vanderwall the base is secure.

Time to get him to show us
those files.

And when he does,
any idea how to take them

from an elite squad
of professional killers?

I'll figure something out.

It's not fit for scrap.

I'm gonna make Cahill suffer.

All in good time,
Mr. Vanderwall.

But for now,
we need to make sure

that list he brought you
is secure.

The list
is bloody secure.

Do you have brain damage?

Have you forgotten?
You're a mercenary.

My company has fronted you
$10 million.

It's safe!

And mind your tone.

Safe?

Like that uplink?!

Look how the accelerant
was applied to the conduits.

That's the work of a pro.

We can assume that Cahill's working
with somebody, somebody with skills.

For all we know, a team
of highly trained operatives

could be after those files
right now.

Let them try.

I'm under orders
from commander Jackson

not to show them to anyone
until I launch the operation.

Interesting attitude.

You know, maybe he's not worried
about anyone stealing it

because he's the one
helping Cahill.

Best traitors are the ones
you least suspect.

Call me a traitor again, love,
and I'll end you.

And I'll take my sweet time
doing it.

You don't want
to be called a traitor?

Stop acting like one!

The files
are in a command post

on the other side
of the island.

Come on.

Come see how safe they are
for yourselves.

Looks like he's bringing 40 of his
buddies along for the ride.

I do not like our odds.

Then let's even them out.

Thought exercise.

While you guys are gearing up
for an island hayride,

who's patrolling the bush
for intruders?

Let's go!

We need 15 men in the jungle,
10 more at the north cove.

You ever hear
of a beach infiltration?

Yeah, I didn't think so.
Come on!

Don Juan, you and Romeo grab
some men and sit on Cahill.

Anybody comes to rescue him,
take them out.

I mean right now. Go!

Stay where you are.

I don't care who you are.

This is my island.

Nobody gives my men orders
but me.

Your island
is a security disaster.

Unless you want the boss
to hear all about it,

I suggest
you lock it down.

You heard what they said.
Move!

Well, that's still 5 guys
with machine guns.

Better than 40.

You know, Fi, there's
still time to call this off.

There's no turning back now.

We have to get Armand
that truck.

Like it or not, Sam,
this heist is happening.

The quickest way to turn
a security force's attention

away from an outside attack

is to make them think
there's an even bigger threat

inside their facility.

If you know which employees
will be out of town,

you can send a care package
filled with metallic sodium

to an empty office.

That gizmo Maddy placed
in the bathroom

should have gone off
by now.

Maybe something's wrong.

Your clock is fast.

Nothing's wrong.
I built that gizmo.

Then all you have to do

is set off the company's
sprinkler system

with a smoke bomb.

If you do it right,

the sodium will react
with the water,

and you've got
the distraction you need.

That's our cue.

Easy, big fella.

Toss the gun.
Thank you very kindly.

Now, you stay put,
and we'll be out of your hair

before you can say,
"Life's too short."

How's it going, Fi?

This wiring belongs
in a museum.

So I'm thinking of changing
my deal with Mike.

Can this wait a second?

I'm kind of in the middle
of something.

You were saying?

If we're risking our necks

while Mike is working on his tan
in the tropics,

he's gonna buy me two months'
worth of mojitos.

As a general rule,

spies prefer to steal
information quietly.

It's a lot easier
to pay off an informant,

hack a computer,
or crack a safe

than it is to grab something

from someone who's armed
and angry.

But like any job, some days
are just harder than others.

Oy! What do you think
you're doing here?

This is my island
and my command.

Take it up with
commander Jackson.

He brought us here
himself.

What the hell
is going on?

Looks like Jackson sent his
own team to protect the files.

This is bad.

What did you do
with the files?

Jackson took them --
back to Grand Cayman.

Rubbish. He would have told me
he was coming to the island.

Really? How?

Phones are down, radios silent.
We assumed the worst.

So, what am I
supposed to do

with the security team
from Pyramid?

What did he say

about the team he cleared
to come to the island?

Nothing. He told us to stay here
and wait for orders.

That's it.

So...

Mr. internal security...

If you're here
with Jackson's blessing,

why is it he left me
a team of his own commandos

and failed to mention
your bloody existence?!

I told you to keep that
out of my face.

I warned you.

I give the orders here.

Get used to the pain, mate.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

I don't know who
you people are

but I'm beginning to think

you've been lying
this whole time.

Well, the party's over.

You, big mouth.

You're gonna tell me
what's going on. Now.

When you're being interrogated
in the field,

it's not about holding out.

Field interrogations
tend to be quick and dirty

and often end
with a bullet to the head.

The key to surviving
is a good offense.

Something funny
about this, mate?

When you take a swing
to save your life,

you swing for the fences.

Oh, it's brilliant.

He was the only one
who knew we were coming.

He made sure
we couldn't call out.

How could I have missed it?

Missed what, pray tell?

What, does he need to spell it out
for you? Your boss is behind this.

Jackson?

That's crazy.
Is it?

Our company picks up chatter

someone's trying to sell
the list we already paid for.

We contact Jackson
to demand a security test.

He knows he's busted. He needs
to think of a fall guy quick.

And that would be you,
if you're keeping up.

Jackson expected you
to kill us.

He gave you orders to shoot
intruders on sight, didn't he?

Bollocks.

Jackson knows
trying mischief against me

would be signing
his own death warrant.

My guess --
after you execute us,

his commandos
are gonna shoot you

in a botched attempt
to save us.

Earth to Vanderwall.
Why isn't Jackson still here?

Think about it, man.
The files disappear?

He lays a whole mess
at your feet.

And you won't be able
to call him a liar

because you'll have a bullet
in your head.

If you're so sure, shoot us.

If the commandos don't kill you,

good luck
with the people we work for.

Detain Jackson's men
until you hear from me.

That's an order.

You really think
you can sell this?

I don't have much choice.

My new friend and I are gonna
take a boat to Grand Cayman,

have a little chat
with Commander Jackson.

You made the right move,
soldier.

Yeah, we'll see about that,
won't we?

Yes, we will.

And let's just say
the Pyramid Group

knows how to reward people
who can handle themselves.

So much for dropping in
unnoticed.

Jackson's beefed up
his security.

Can you blame him?

He just stole $10 million worth
of our files.

Bastard.

If we're gonna get
those files,

Jackson can't know
that we're onto him.

Yeah, well, that'll be tough
when I announce

I've got the head of
Pyramid's security with me.

If you do that, we'll get shot
before we make it to the gate.

Just stay calm and say I'm the guy
you want to fix the satellite uplink.

And if they ask
for identification?

You have 50 men
under your command.

You can't handle
two security guards?

For a spy,
getting someone to lie for you

serves a number of purposes.

It's less about the lie itself,
no matter how useful it is.

It's about how it changes your
relationship with your target.

We need to see Jackson.

And who's this?

Once a guy lies for you,

for better or for worse,
your fates are tied together.

He's a tech specialist.
He's okay.

We still need
to see some identif--

What part of "okay"
don't you copy?

I've used him before.

Step aside.

Vanderwall,
where have you been?!

And what the hell happened out there?
Funny --

I've been wanting to ask you
the same question...

Commander.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

You stole the files
from the island.

Where are they?

These files?

I didn't steal them.

I secured them!

And you didn't answer
my question!

Shut it!

You thieving wanker.

We know you sent Cahill
to torch the uplink

so that you could sneak
onto the island

and steal our information.

Your information?

The guard said you were
a satellite technician.

He's from the Pyramid Group.

F.Y.I.,
your security sucks.

He's not from the Pyramid Group,
you moron!

How do you know he didn't
destroy the uplink?!

Save your breath, mate.
Cahill already admitted to --

How do you know Cahill's
not in his pocket?

This guy's playing you!

Take your gun off me
and shoot him!

Like good defense attorneys,

spies know the facts
don't always matter

as much as how you sell them.

Only when lawyers lose a case,
they get an appeal.

When spies lose a case,
they get a shallow grave.

Bravo.

That was compelling
and rich.

One of two things
is possible.

Either Jackson
ripped you off

and we caught him
red-handed...

Or?

...You let a mysterious
super-genius

take over your island,
turn your op inside out,

and detain
your commander's men.

Which is more likely?

One of two things
will happen now.

Version one --

you will take over for
commander stickyfingers here,

and my boss will shower you
with cash.

Version two --

you will eat a bullet
right after I do!

I've had enough of this!

Stand down!

Stand down!

Jackson's been relieved
of his command.

I'm in charge now.

Anybody got a problem
with that?

Good.

Now...

Somebody get me a whiskey.

How was the ride over?

Oh, it was
a pleasure cruise.

Turns out Mr. Cahill gets
really, really seasick.

No, no, no, no, no.
No. No.

We're taking him back to Pyramid HQ
for further questioning.

Excellent work securing
the files, Mr. Vanderwall.

We're postponing
the South American portion

of the operation
till we sort things out,

but you...

...You'll be
well taken care of.

Forgive me for not taking
your word for it.

The files stay with me.

Vanderwall,
what are you doing?

I just put a bullet
in my boss, sweetheart.

I hand this over
when your boss hands me

a signed contract
putting me in command.

I want something
I can feel...

Something I can touch,
understand?

You're a man who knows
what he wants.

Trust me. You will get more
than you can possibly imagine.

I'm tired
of your chat, mate.

You're gonna make a call
to the Pyramid Group right now

and arrange a sit-down for me
with your boss.

If for any reason
that's a problem,

then we're gonna have
a problem.

There's no problem here.

Do you think that
you could arrange a flight

to take all of us
back to headquarters?

It would be my pleasure.

Sorry.
No guns on the chopper.

We'll bring our guns
if we damn well please.

Unless you want to take them,
of course.

Disarming people by force
is bloody and unpleasant.

Company policy,
Vanderwall.

Then make an exception.

Sometimes it's easier
to put on a smile and just ask.

It's a corporate chopper.

It's overweight as it is.

Come on.
It's time to celebrate.

Pop the champagne,
commander!

Come on. Let's go.

Okay.

No one mentioned you boys
from the Pyramid Group

were wired so tight.

That's 'cause they're CIA.
We all are, actually.

Son of a bitch.

How's that for something
you can feel, Mr. Vanderwall?

Get these to the top brass
at the NSA.

Shouldn't be hard for them
to find their leak.

Anybody ever tell you your brand
of espionage is hell on the nerves?

All the time.

Lovely evening
for an arms deal.

I want my information
first.

You know
I always deliver.

We're alike that way.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Tell me something.

Are you happy?

Was it worth it?

Coming here to live
with an absentee boyfriend

in his drab, little flat?

You were meant for
much, much greater things.

Like what?
Working with you?

No, thanks.

Let's get this over with,
shall we?

Of course.

You should know your boyfriend
has some nasty enemies.

If anything should happen,
remember...

You and I have
a lot in common.

I'm just
a phone call away.

A lot in common?

No.

I don't trade favors
for blood.

Why do you say that?

Because you spared
the guards?

You should know something.

That truck
was supposed to be delivered

to a rival of mine.

Regrettably,
he presold the ammunition

to a Mexican cartel.

Now he's in some hot water.

When I say "Hot water,"

I mean the poor guy's
been dismembered.

So maybe we're not so different
after all.

You bastard.

Oh, we know
what kind of man I am.

What I'd really like
to know is...

What kind of man
sends you for my help?

It was good
seeing you again!

I've missed you, Fiona.

Sorry I'm late.

Pearce and I had a...

debrief at the Agency.

It's fine.
How was your mission?

It was, uh, rough.

I mean, it worked out,
but, uh...

You can't talk about it.
Whatever.

The lead on your bomber.

How'd the job go?

Does it matter?
You got what you needed.

Fi...What's going on?

Did something happen
with Armand?

Ohh.

Now you're full
of questions.

A lot happened
with Armand.

Years ago back in Ireland
in the bad, old days.

Were you and he, uh...

Yes, we were, Michael.

Until I found out
that he had "paid" to meet me

by doing a favor
for some of my associates.

He killed a British customs
agent, if you're curious.

Quite a romantic gesture,
don't you think?

I didn't know that,
Fiona.

No. You didn't.

Ignorance is bliss.

Oh, there they are.

Hi!

Benny, may I introduce my son, Michael?
Michael.

And his very special lady,
Fiona.

My pleasure.

Here, let me get that
for you.

Oh, thank you.

Dinner is my treat.

Benny actually sat through
an entire stretching class

with me today,
so I owe him.

It was a blast --

in a "I hope we never have to
do it again" kind of way.

I knew it.
You are so bad!

Michael, your mom has told me
so much about you.

Well, I took the liberty
of ordering some wine.

May I?

Please.
Please.

How about a toast
from the young lovebirds?

What do you say?

Yes.
Michael, a toast.

To supportive partners.

Ohh.
Supportive partners.

Supportive partners.
Supportive partners.

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