All language subtitles for Burn Notice - 5x10 - Army of One.HDTV.FQM.en

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.

Max! What happened?

Who did this to you?

Say goodbye for me.
Max!

Whoever did this
managed to put

a murder weapon in Michael's
hands and get away clean.

The only thing that's gonna save
me is finding the real killer.

Now, we know
you built the bomb, Lucien,

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

Either you tell us
how to find the guy

who killed Max, or --

Mike, get down!

Where, Lucien?!
Where is his place?

Warehouse...
in Wynwood.

He's gone, Mike.
And 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.

In any search-and-capture
operation,

you have to balance speed
against planning.

Once you locate your target,

you have a hard choice
to make --

take too much time planning,
and your target gets away.

Take too little time planning,
and you get yourself killed.

He's in there.
We should go in now.

I'm pretty sure we can bypass
the security system.

The guy just tried
to mow us down

with a high-caliber
machine gun, Mike.

"I'm pretty sure" isn't what
I want to hear right now.

He thinks we're dead, Sam.
He won't be expecting us.

Oh, well, then it'll be
a walk in the park.

Look,
I'm just saying, Mike,

the guy killed an experienced
CIA field officer

and framed you for it.

Guy's gonna be a handful whether
he sees us coming or not.

If we call for reinforcements,
we might tip him off.

We can't risk that.

Right. What kind of defenses
we talking about?

Nothing we can't handle.

Oh, great, so,
we're gonna snatch a murderer

with some magnets
and a roll of duct tape?

And guns, Sam.
Plenty of guns.

Most commercial security
systems use magnetic sensors.

When a door opens,
it breaks an electrical circuit

and triggers the alarm,

which means defeating
the system is just a matter

of keeping a magnet in contact
with the sensor.

Unfortunately,
very security-conscious people

often customize systems
with less-visible sensors...

Mike.

I think I stepped
on something.

...Like a pressure plate
in the floor

that silently announces
your presence...

...And gives whoever's inside

a chance to do something
about it.

Mike, there's the guy!

Mike, it's over.

He's gone.

Burn Notice 5x10
Army of One
Original Air Date on August 25, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

So the guy who shot Max

finally pokes his head out

and no one thinks
to call me?

I wanted to, believe
me. There just wasn't time.

You keep me
on the sidelines again,

you can bandage
your own burns.

Focus, people.

We got to find this guy,
and the only thing we got now

is a thoroughly toasted
computer.

It looks like
scrap metal.

You really think you can get
something off there?

We have to try.

He wouldn't have destroyed it
if there wasn't something there.

I know a guy who can help,
but it's gonna take some doing.

We're not exactly
on speaking terms.

Plus, I got this
corporate-security gig

I told Jesse I would do.

We got to make it fast, Sam.
I already talked to Pearce.

She's investigating
the warehouse fire.

That was like two hours ago.
How'd she even know?

I'm not sure, but I'm supposed
to meet her there later.

You think she suspects
you're involved?

I don't know what she knows,
but it's probably a good idea

for you two to steer clear of me
for a while.

Okay, how about this?

You fill in for me
on this job with Jesse,

fi and I will handle
the barbecued hard drive.

Until then,
we'll just go radio silent.

No calls, no contact
till we know what's up.

Sounds like a plan.

Thanks.

It's an HK91.

The same make and model was used
in a murder in Hialeah

the police discovered
this morning.

And this is connected
to our investigation how?

Murder victim was a Romanian
war criminal.

Max had dealings in that area
in 2002, made some enemies.

Not sure why they'd wait a
decade to come after him, but...

at this point,
it's the best lead we've got.

Sounds good.
How can I help?

You can start by letting me have
your files on the investigation.

I want to review everything

for a connection
to the Romanians.

Why don't you let me take another
look at the files? I could --

No offense, but I need
my own eyes on this.

I've got a feeling.

I know I'm close.

No problem.

I could get you
all my files...friday.

Make it tomorrow.

Latest.

Look, Mike, I appreciate
you filling in for Sam

on this job. I really do.

I just got to ask you,
are you sure this is a good time

for you to be taking
freelance work?

Well, the way I see it,

Sam's got his hands full,
and you need the help.

Yeah, and your CIA contact
is like this close

to discovering
you've been lying to her.

All the more reason for me
to stay busy and out of her way.

Just tell me
what the job is.

It's a -- it's a
corporate-security gig.

Client's name is
Richard Gronbach -- billionaire.

He owns fast-food joints
and big-box stores.

Some industrial-espionage types
have been targeting him.

- Do we know what they're after?
- No. No.

That's what
we have to find out.

I got in with them
posing as a middleman

for stolen
financial data.

The other day, they asked me
if I know a decryption guy

who could do a quick job.

Enter Michael Westen,
a.k.a. Matt Graham.

They're meeting
at a private airport

that Gronbach uses
up north.

They want to hack
some airport computers.

I think
I can handle that.

There's one more little --
little thing.

Uh, I needed someone to take
some surveillance photos

in the parking lot.

Only problem is, all my guys
look like FBI agents.

So, I figured no one
would notice, like, a...

you know,
like a 60ish-year-old woman

sitting in a car.
- You called my mom.

I'll call her and tell her
it's a no-go. It's -- I --

just tell me it's safe.

They're white-collar guys, Mike.
It's a cakewalk.

It's just something to keep
your mind off things

while Sam and Fi deal
with your CIA problem.

I said I don't want
to talk to you. Go away!

Dixon, I just need
a small favor, okay?

Favors are for friends,

and friends don't tase
one another

and put them
in the trunks of cars!

First of all,
that was years ago.

Second,
I said I was sorry.

And, you know, third,
if you'd agreed to help,

I wouldn't have
had to do it.

You never have to
tase anyone, ever!

How can you sit there and t--
mnh! Leave me alone!

Dixon, just hear me out.

A quick trip to your lab,

we take some stuff
off a computer,

you never see me again.

Oh, since you put it
that way -- no! Okay?

Are you sure
that's your answer?

Who are you?
How'd you get in here?

You picked my door lock?!
Wh--

Sam said you might
be reluctant to help.

Sam! No!
Oh, Fi. Fi!

Ohh...Fi.

I was really hoping
that wouldn't be necessary.

Ahh.

So, uh,
where's his lab?

Other side of town.

Hopefully he wakes up
by the time we get there.

All righty.

So, what's
a corporate spy, anyway?

Usually former
finance guys or consultants

who finally figured out
they can make more money

stealing corporate secrets
than keeping them.

It's nothing too scary.
It's gonna be quick.

Mike's gonna use the decryption
software on this laptop,

go in there and do
his hacking thing for them.

Maddy, you're gonna
document everything.

Mike comes back, we debrief,
we are done by lunch.

- Here we go. Right over here.
- Where?

Black Benz.

All right, you see that weasel
texting on his phone?

That's Holcomb.

He's the one running
this little project.

Well, it's nice to be dealing

with people
who carry Blackberrys

instead of guns
for a change.

All right. Maddy, you go get
set up in short-term parking.

Mike, good luck.

I'll be parked right down the
road if you guys need anything.

Businesses often use
independent contractors on jobs

to contain costs
and limit liability.

Criminals do the same thing
for similar reasons.

Someone who just joined
the team

won't expect an equal cut
of whatever you're stealing,

and if they don't know
your plans,

they can't go to the cops.
- Are you Graham?

That's me.

I'm Holcomb.

This is Ward.

We'll be working together
today.

Let's go.

Wait. Slow down.

You want to fill me in
on what we're doing?

I can tell you
what we're not doing.

We're not asking questions.

I got to know what the job is.
I got to know --

You're gonna push some buttons on
a computer when I tell you to.

There's nothing quite like
the feeling that you get

in the pit of your stomach
when you begin to suspect

your intelligence on an
operation may have been wrong.

Once you're in, though,
there's not much you can do

but keep your eyes open

and figure out
just how bad the situation is.

Uh, guys, I thought
I was just pushing buttons.

- What's with the hardware?
- Okay.

Mr. Inquisitive.

I'm only gonna
say this once.

A billionaire
named Richard Gronbach

is landing here
today at noon.

By then, we are gonna have
this whole place locked down.

We board his plane,
we use our, uh, "Hardware"

to take care
of his security detail

and to convince Mr. Gronbach
to give up his bank codes,

and then you...

You get to push
some buttons.

Got it?

Sounds good. I wish you
would've told me that earlier.

I would've brought
my own piece.

Why don't you give me
one of those bad boys?

I'll make myself useful.

Thanks.
But we got this.

Everyone
to the center of the room!

- Now!
- Get down!

Down!

Don't move!
Don't move!

There's a cold math
to hostage-taking.

Once someone dies,
things get worse quickly.

Because the penalty
for killing one hostage

is pretty much the same

as the penalty
for killing all of them...

The key is keeping
that first person alive...

...even if you have to bruise
a few ribs to do it.

Hey, old man.

I know you think you're
supposed to be a hero here.

But you're not ready for
this action. You understand?

Y-y-yeah.
I understand.

I was just explaining
to the rent-a-cop here

the merits
of cooperating.

I think I've earned
my keep.

You'll earn your keep
with the computer.

Now put him
with the others.

Get inside!
Get inside! Sit down.

All right, everyone!

May I have your attention?

We're not here to hurt you.

In fact, you are gonna be

our new partners
in a little business venture.

Your job here today is easy --

stay calm...

And do as you're told.

And in exchange
for a job well done,

you will receive two things --

a gift certificate
for a steak dinner...

and your lives.

Now, I-I know some of you

must be concerned
that you've seen our faces.

Don't be,
because in a few hours,

my team and I are gonna be
sitting on a beach in a country

that does not cooperate
with U.S. law enforcement.

So, you see,
you have nothing to fear

as long as things
go well today.

But if things don't go well...

if you resist...

or try to call the police...

then I'm gonna be forced
to use this.

And kill
every single one of you.

steak dinner...

or a grenade.

The choice is yours.

Go.

Up the stairs to the left,
ladies.

Go.

Everybody
in the conference room.

Hey, at the risk
of asking a question,

who you got taking roll call
on the hostages?

Roll call?
How do you mean?

Come on. You're a pro.

you do a head count...

check it against
the employee records,

make sure
everybody's here.

This isn't homeroom, Graham.
Don't worry.

We've got everybody.

You know how I ended up
in the joint?

1997, my crew was doing
a bank job up in Boston.

We didn't notice
that there was

an extra security guard
on duty.

He hid in the can
and called the cops.

Feel free to check
all the stalls

next time
you go take a leak.

You already missed
one guard.

You don't want to see that
happen again, do you?

Look, I'll pull
the personnel files

from the airport's
computer.

I'll cross-check it
against the hostages.

Consider it insurance.

Fine.
Knock yourself out.

You won't regret it,
boss man.

Next. Come on.

The ironic thing
about infiltrating

a group of criminals

is that the only way
to successfully be accepted...

Next.

...Is to actually
be helpful.

Stan Werner.
Have a seat.

Next. Next.

If you're useless or lazy,

you'll probably wind up
getting shot.

Good. Sit down. Next.

J-j-Judy --
j-Judy -- Judy --

Come on. Spit your name out.
Come on!

Judy Epplebee.

Okay. Thanks.
You have to be

the best little worker
you can be...

Sit d--
get her to sit down.

...All to give yourself room

to look for
the best opportunity

to destroy the people
you're working for.

Hey! Blondie! Yeah.

With the spiked hair.
Come here!

Yeah, you!

See anybody else
spiky and blond?

Show me some I.D.

What the hell's going on,
Michael?

Tell me
you have a plan.

I do, but I'm gonna need
your help.

What a surprise.

Okay, smart lady,
you're gonna have a job.

You're gonna keep everyone
in that room calm.

You think
you can do that?

- I think I can do that.
- Good. Go sit down.

Get her to sit down.
Come on.

Move it along.

Next. Wait. Hold on.

Where are the guys?
I need a guy.

I need a "Jack Marsden."

Jack Marsden?

Uh, there's no other guys
in here.

Damn it.

Gentlemen,
we got a problem.

- What kind of problem?
- Oh, nothing too big.

Just my hostage count was off
and we're missing someone.

Who?

Jack Marsden.

Works in
the maintenance hangar.

No way. We cleared
all the buildings.

The computer doesn't lie.
Somebody is missing!

I don't know
who the hell you think you are,

but I don't appreciate
being yelled at.

Well, I don't appreciate working
on a job run by amateurs!

Maybe you're not worried
about jail,

but I am certainly
not going back!

Now, the computer says
that Marsden's office

is over
in the maintenance hangar.

Why don't you
let me handle this?

I'll go over there,
check it out.

Send Landes with him.
I'm not taking any chances.

Man, like Ward said,
we checked this building.

No one's here.
You got your count wrong.

If I got my count wrong...

Why is this coffee
still hot?!

Son of a bitch!

- He's around here somewhere!
- Man, calm down!

No, I'm not gonna calm down until I
find this guy, and I know he's here.

And I'm gonna tear this place
upside down to find him!

You should go check
the perimeter.

Holcomb didn't say anything
about splitting up.

Yeah, Holcomb didn't say anything
about screwing up, either.

You want to be the guy that tells him
we missed this guy again?

Go back to the S.U.V.
after you check the perimeter.

I'll meet you there.

I'll meet you there!

Let's go!
Let's find this guy!

Come on!

Mike, thank God.

I was getting a little worried,
man. What's going on?

Hey, Jesse,
we have a hostage situation.

Holcomb and three other guys
have locked down the airport.

They've got MAC-10s
and grenades.

Wait. Wait a minute.
What?

Yeah, your thieves aren't hacking
airport computers, Jesse.

They're looking to drain
Gronbach's bank account.

Jesus. W-we got to
call the cops, man.

No. If we want
to keep everyone alive,

our only move
is to create a distraction

and get the hostages out.

Yeah. What --
what do you want me to do?

I need you to cut a hole through the
fence near the southwest hangar.

That's the way
we're gonna try to escape.

Okay, Mike, I don't mean
to second-guess you,

but how are you gonna distract
four guys with MAC-10s?

I'm working on that.
I'll call you later.

To improvise a weapon,
you have to understand

the basic principle
behind whatever you're making.

A gun, for example, is just
a barrel and a firing pin...

...while a time-delay bomb
can be as simple

as a corrosive chemical,
an oxidizing agent,

and something to keep them

from mixing together
long enough

so you don't blow
your hands off.

Marsden wasn't in the building.
Did you see him out here?

No, man. There's no one
out here. What's that?

These are his papers.

I took everything he had
in his desk, you know --

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whatever.

Just hurry up
and put it in the trunk.

We got to get back.

Holcomb's gonna be pissed!

Jesus, Fi.

The guy in the trunk
needs to be alive

to do his fancy
computer work later.

I just want
to get this over with,

give Michael what he wants,
and be done with it.

Not to pry, but is there
something with you and Mike?

I mean, ever since you guys
moved in together,

it seems like things
have been a little tense.

I'd be happy with tense.

Michael can find room for my
snow globes in his apartment,

but he can't seem to figure out
how I fit into his life.

Well, you know how Mikey is
with commitment.

You know, I really don't want to
talk about his issues right now.

I have issues of my own.

I am driving around with an
unconscious man in my trunk.

Correction --

I am driving around with an
unconscious man in my trunk...

And a cop trying
to pull me over.

Aw, crap. Do you think someone
spotted us nabbing Dixon?

We're not gonna stick around
to find out.

- Landes, you find anything?
- Yeah, we found a --

We found a cup
of steaming coffee

on top of some half-finished
paperwork on Marsden's desk.

Hot coffee?

Which means
we just missed him.

Now, I know he's out there
somewhere.

We should organize
a search.

I'll stay with the hostages.
You guys --

Who the hell do you think
you are, giving orders?

You are just the
keyboard monkey, remember?

And I'm not convinced

of anything this guy says,
all right?

W-what does
a cup of coffee prove?

We don't even know that
anybody's really out there.

Outside!

He couldn't have gone far.

Spread out, find him.
Find him!

Aah!

It came from the roof!
It came from the roof!

It's Marsden!

Hey, chief, you and me
need to have a chat

about your perfect
little plan.

Mike, there you are. Dude,
I was about 60 seconds away

from calling the boys in blue
and hoping for the best.

Not yet. We're still the best
chance the hostages have

of getting out of here
alive.

Yeah? Then why did I just see
a truck explode?

I told Holcomb his team
missed a maintenance man

when they were rounding
everybody up.

If I can get his team
to start a manhunt...

Then we might able to get the
hostages out. Okay. I like it.

All right, well, there's
a nice big hole in the fence

by the southwest hangar
whenever you're ready.

Well, there's
one more problem.

Gronbach's plane is scheduled
to arrive in one hour.

When he lands, Holcomb's gonna
kill his security team

and kidnap him.

All right, well, I-I guess
I can't let that plane land.

All right. I'm on it.

Bad news, guys.

Turns out Marsden's
an explosives expert.

Explosives expert?

You said he worked
in maintenance.

Well, apparently,
blowing things up

is one of the few tricks
he picked up

from the Special Forces.

Special Forces?
What are you talking about?

I checked
his employment records.

You're dealing with
a highly trained ex-Ranger.

He probably overheard your
warning about calling the cops

and took matters
into his own hands.

Oh, s-so he's trying
to save the hostages?

How about we threaten
to kill the hostages

unless he surrenders?

How are you gonna get
that message to him,

smart guy? Telepathy?

He's right. Our only option
is to find him.

- Take him out.
- Yeah.

There was a machine shop

on the northeast corner
of the tarmac.

He probably
made the bomb there.

That's as good a place
to start as any.

You leave a gun with me,
and I'll watch the hostages.

Landes,
stay here with Graham.

Are you insane? You saw
what this guy is capable of.

You're gonna need every member
of your team to handle him.

As far as I know, he could be
on his way back here.

And besides, if the hostages
become a liability,

I need somebody here
who likes to do dirty work.

Landes stays.

All right, guys.
Time to go hunting.

If you need to redirect
an airplane mid-flight

and you can't get
to the airport,

your best bet is probably
the local TRACON relay station.

Responsible
for guiding aircraft

until airport traffic control
takes over,

their job is to keep anything
bad from happening mid-flight.

Fortunately, their job
is also to be nervous,

so it doesn't take much
to spook them.

Caleb, we might have
a problem.

Agent Loman, FBI.

We absolutely have
a problem.

FBI?

He said it involved
national security.

Yeah, I did, so why the hell
are you still standing here?

Okay, uh, what's up?

"What's up?"

You guys didn't send
a redirect confirmation

for North Dade Airport,
so, my boss calls me,

tells me to come down here
in person.

So instead of finishing my prime rib
and garlic mashed potatoes,

here I am with you jackasses --
that's what's up.

What redirect?

You got jokes?

No, no. I just -- I never
received a request for it.

Are you kidding me?
Oh, my God.

What's going on?

The CIA has a covert flight
scheduled to take off

from North Dade Airport
this afternoon.

I sent out a request
last week

to have all air traffic diverted
for the next two hours.

And now I get word that there's
a flight headed that way.

Oh, God. Yeah.

Uh, we have
a private jet inbound.

- Send it away. Send it away. Now!
- I-I can't!

I-I don't have
authorization.

You don't have auth--

he -- he needs authorization.
You need authorization.

Okay, yeah.
Call Arnold Logan, NTSB.

No, no. Better yet,
call my boss --

Agent Ramirez,
from the FBI.

You want to bother him
while he's golfing?

Here you go.
I got him on speed dial.

No, let's go big.
Let's go big.

Call the President of
the United States of America.

He will tell you,
if you want to keep your job,

you will keep
my runways clear.

No, no, no.
All right, all right.

Control to Gronbach,
Flight 6-2-1-6-Juliet.

You are no longer authorized
to land at North Dade Airport.

Please stand by to redirect
to Fort Lauderdale. Over.

Copy that. Adjusting
course for Fort Lauderdale.

Okay. Good. All right.

Nice work.

Nice work, everybody.
Huh?

Good job.

You made America
a little safer.

Well, I think
we lost the cops.

I just want to know

how the hell they found us
in the first place.

You guys suck!

Hey, I've ridden in there.

As trunks go,
it's not so bad.

Uh, Sam, I think I know
how the cops found us.

Dixon here
likes to accessorize.

You're under house arrest?
Why didn't you say something?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I forget to mention that

when I was unconscious?

And I'm unconscious
because you tased me.

Uh, technically,
she tased you.

I don't want to go to jail.
I can't go to jail.

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

M-maybe this is fixable.
What are you in for?

I was just hiding some money
for these developers.

It was actually
a huge misunderstanding.

Okay, so,
how about this --

you help us
with our computer problem,

I'll call in a favor
with my cop buddy,

see what we can work out?

So you're saying
that if I do you a favor

that you'll attempt
to solve the problem

that you just created
for me?

So it's a deal?

Fine. Fine. Fine!

But just to remind you,

um, I'm sending out
a "Come and get me" signal.

My -- my lab is probably
crawling with cops.

Oh, one problem
at a time.

Anyone who's used a cellphone
near an alarm clock

knows even minor interference
disrupts radio signals.

So if radio silence
is your goal,

you can create an electromagnet

by running the current from
your car's electrical system

through a tire iron wrapped
with copper speaker wiring.

It's hard on your car's
audio system,

but it's a small price to pay
for staying out of prison.

Do you see
Marsden over there?

No, we haven't seen
any sign of him here.

Uh-huh. Okay.

I'll call you back in 10.

There's no reason to think
they're gonna let us go.

I mean, you hear about
these hostage situations.

They always end badly.
Like...

R-remember that -- t-that
thing in India, where they --

Judy. Judy, honey.
We're gonna be fine.

We just have to stay calm

and not get each other
worked up.

Hey, sit down, lady!

You heard the man.
Sit down!

I need you to make a scene
right now.

Get your hands off me!

You told me you wanted me
to keep these people calm,

and that's what I'm doing!

And I want you
to sit down now!

And I will!
When I'm done!

You're done right now!
Let's go.

Hey, let her go!

Sit down!

It's all right.
I'm here to help.

I'm one of the good guys.

Judy, do you have any
tranquilizers in your purse?

How -- how did you know?

Uh, you just seem
like the type, honey.

Could we have them?

Now, we have help
on the outside.

So I need everyone
to go out the back way

and head for the fence,
and we need to go right now.

Hold on! You were working
with these guys, all right?

How can we trust you?

Because he's my son.

And I'll tell you all about it

when we get on
the other side of the fence.

Now, are we going?

Or do you want to wait for
this guy's friends to get back?

This'll keep him out
for a while.

He's right.
W-we need to go.

I know a back way
to the fence.

All right, all right. I'm ready.
Come on. Let's go.

Single file. Keep it quiet.
Let's go.

Move, move, move. Come on.

Just move. Keep moving.

That's it. Go. Mnh.

All right, we need to head
to that fence line.

There's an opening there.

You all need to run as fast as you
can, and you do not look back.

You want us to run
from here to there?

We'll never make it.
We'll be seen.

The only way that happens is if we
stay here and keep talking about this.

- We got to move now!
- Michael.

It's too late.

Damn it.

New plan -- you're all going
to that warehouse.

It's closer, but we're still
gonna be out in the open.

Won't they see us?

Trust me --
they won't be looking at you.

I need you
to collect everybody

as close as you can
to that warehouse.

You wait for my signal and
then you move. Do it now. Go.

Wool or silk ties
are considered higher-quality

than the polyester variety.

Polyester ties do have
certain advantages, however.

They're less expensive
and considerably more flammable

than natural fibers,

making them the tie of choice
to ignite a gas tank.

In any kind
of sabotage operation,

the most important thing

is keeping your enemy thinking
you're on his side.

That means selling your story
by any means necessary.

While it may be painful
and unpleasant,

nothing sells loyalty

like shedding a little blood
for the cause.

What the hell happened?

Where are my hostages?

They were here.
They were here.

They --
he must have took them.

Who? Marsden?

He got the drop on us.

He smashed my head
through the table.

Boss, we got a problem.

Fuller called
from the control tower.

Gronbach's jet's been diverted
to another airport.

What? Why?!
I don't know, all right?

He just said it changed course
and it's headed north.

So, Marsden manages to divert
a plane mid-flight...

he takes my hostages...

he goes to all this trouble
to stop us,

but he leaves you alive.

Our payday is flying away,
and you're concerned

Marsden isn't killing us
quick enough?

I am concerned that he seems
to know all of our moves

before we make them.

But you know
everything about him.

In fact, you're the only one
who's ever seen him.

Why is that?

I don't know why.

I've got a theory.

You and Marsden
are working together.

I have had enough of your lies.

I want to know
where the hostages are,

and I want to know now!

- How the hell would I know that?
- Stop it!

Admit it you're working
with Marsden.

I'm not. Think about it. I'm
the one who told you about him!

I told you his name,
where he is, how to find him!

So you could send us
on a wild-goose chase,

you son of a bitch!

So you could lead Marsden
to the hostages!

Why the hell
would I do that?

This was supposed to
be my big score.

I heard voices coming
from one of the warehouses.

I think the hostages
are in there.

Guys, you need to forget
about the hostages.

All right?

Marsden has them, and
he's probably called the cops.

They're probably on their way
here right now!

- No.
- We got to go!

I'm not leaving
any witnesses alive.

They all die.
But first...

You do.

I'll kill 'em.

What?

You want proof
that I'm not with Marsden?

I'll kill him and the hostages.
I'll do it.

But you got to promise me
you got someplace to go after,

someplace the cops
can't find us.

'Cause I am not going back
to the joint,

not on a murder rap.

We've got a room
at the Sea Oak Motel

with new clothes,
I.D.s, cars.

Holcomb, what the hell
are you doing, man?

- We can't trust this guy.
- Maybe.

Maybe not.

Go in behind him.

If he kills everyone,
we don't got a problem.

If he doesn't...

put two bullets
in the back of his head.

When you need to get into
a facility guarded by police,

you have three options.

You can go through them --

not an option if you don't
want a body count.

You can go around them,
which is tough

if there's
a full surveillance team,

or you can give them
a reason to leave.

Okay, fi,
we got two cop cars

and four plainclothes officers
sitting on Dixon's computer lab.

Don't worry, Sam.

We'll get him working on
that hard drive soon enough.

Dixon's ankle bracelet
is live.

Okay.

Yeah. It's working.
Hey, Fi, um...

if I were you, I'd get out
of there, like, now.

Relax. I've got to make it
a fair fight, or else...

where's the fun in it?

Okay, Dixon,
time to get your mojo working

on that scrap heap.

It's not too late
to surrender.

No.
If we do, we all die.

My son will get us
out of this.

All right, but how?
He's one man!

What hope does he stand
against all of them?

M-maybe she's right.
We should give ourselves up.

Who says t-they'll kill us?
They weren't going to before.

We've already run once. They're
not gonna risk that again.

If we surrender,
they're gonna kill us.

If we stay and fight,
you know, we have a chance.

Oh, my God.
They're coming.

Um, okay,
we move to the back.

Okay, anyone who wants to die
can stay here.

If you don't, follow me.

Sounds like
they're out back.

We can use the crates as cover
to get closer.

I'll cover you.

You first, killer.

See, I --

I-I knew we should've
surrendered.

- They're gonna shoot us!
- Quiet!

Why is your son here
with a gun

- if he's supposed to be on our side?!
- Shh! Quiet!

Put the gun down.

Unh-unh-unh-unh.

I'm done playing games.

Tell me where Marsden is.

Here's Marsden,
you son of a bitch.

Thanks, Ma.

What are you doing,
Michael?

I'm putting blood
on my shirt.

Well, that can't be
very sanitary.

Ma, I need to look like
I've been fatally wounded.

I'd rather not do it
with a real bullet.

Ward? Graham?

What's going on?!

I need to go
back out there.

When I'm clear, I need you
to shoot at the crates

and then hide in the back
with the other hostages

and have everyone
take cover.

You ready?

Yeah.

What the hell happened?

- Where's Ward?
- He didn't make it.

Marsden was waiting
for us.

Man, he caught me
in the liver.

Move your hand.
I can stop the bleeding.

Don't bother. It's over.

I saw a guy in the joint
take a shiv in the same spot.

That son of a bitch.

I'm putting Marsden
in the ground right now.

No, no, no, no.
I got an idea.

Marsden said he wants us
to surrender.

Oh, we are not
surrendering.

You give me the grenade.

I'll call Marsden out.

I'll tell him...

we're giving ourselves up.

When I get close
to him and the hostages,

I pull the pin.

It'll kill them all.

You would do that?

When you get Gronbach,

you take my cut,
you send it to my mom.

She's in the old-folks home
in Homestead.

Yeah.

You have my word.

Marsden!

We want to talk!

Don't shoot!

We want to make a deal!

Go. Go now.

In trench warfare,
a common practice

is to dig a hole
called a grenade sump.

It works on a simple principle.

When a grenade falls
into your trench,

you kick it into a deeper hole,

which directs the force
of the grenade upward.

The same idea can work
aboveground

with large pieces of furniture.

That lowlife better not
be pulling something.

That lowlife
just saved your ass.

Show some respect.

Criminals often keep safehouses

to fall back to
in case things go wrong.

They know
that once they get there,

they can relax and let
their guard down a little,

which makes it a perfect place
to send the cops after them.

Down!
Down on the ground! Now!

Hands where
we can see 'em!

Up against the car!

Down!

You got to be kidding me.

I know. I know.

I owe you and your mom more
than a thank-you for this one.

A new tie would be nice.

Owh.

Michael, what happened?

Jesse's gig turned out

to be a little more
than I bargained for.

Well, you're lucky
you're already hurt.

I was gonna beat the hell
out of you after the day we had.

Did you find anything
on the computer?

This should make you
feel better.

Its gonna take time to make
sense of the information.

A lot of it
was destroyed permanently.

But now we have the name
of Max's killer --

Tavian Korzha.

And based
on his bank accounts,

we know he was being financed
by somebody local.

Well, we need to find out who
and pay them a visit.

I can't stall Pearce
any longer.

Michael, once she starts
going through your files,

you're only gonna have
a couple of weeks, tops,

before she'll be after you.

Well, let's hope we find Tavian
before that.

I should go.

Pearce is waiting.

Of course she is.

Any progress?

Haven't found anything yet.

But now that we're chasing down
this Romanian lead,

I think it's just
a matter of time

before we find
Max's killer.

You know the first thing I do
when I start an investigation?

Put the victim's
next of kin's number

at the top
of my speed dial.

I -- it's --

That's Max's wife's.

I look at it every day,
and I think about the day

I'll be able to call
and say...

"We got the bastard."

That day is close, Michael.

And you will have been
a part of that.

We have to
get rid of the gun.

You are taking big risks.

I covered my tracks, so I covered
the tracks of the killer.

I can always do more.

Are you sure you don't want me to
take another look at this stuff?

Now you have two crime scenes
to process

and a whole network of Romanians
to run down.

Thanks, but I've got
three times the manpower

working the case now.

I just need
that one last piece, Michael.

And maybe
it's in this box.

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