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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
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--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

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

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ] Get
your hands on any classified
document worth having,

chances are it's going
to be redacted,

which makes reading it
a lot like watching a movie
on an airplane.

All the juicy parts are missing,
but you still get
the basic idea.

Anything good?

Hard to tell when you only
get every third word.

Well, are you surprised?
These are the people
who burned you, Michael.

You're lucky
if you get any information
about their operatives.

Looks like Carla's cover
in Kurdistan was
an irrigation consultant.

Hmm. Maybe she could
set something up to water
the ferns in my apartment...

when she's not threatening
your family or forcing you
to run black ops.

I'll be sure to ask her.

Cheer up.
It's a start, isn't it?

Yeah. And there's
a decent chance...

she's using a similar
cover here in Miami.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Jobs in agriculture
are a convenient cover.

Makes it easy to explain
your presence in the field
and the boardroom.

The only downside is,
you might have to become
an expert on chickpeas.

Why don't you put that away?
Give it a couple hours.

You, um--

You might see something
that you missed.

Like a tail.

Lincoln Town Car,
up the street.

I saw them before
we left... my place.

Do you think it's them?
Could be.

It's gonna be a very
interesting conversation if
they catch you with that file.

Can I watch?

You drive.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] You can
tell a lot about who's following
you by the maneuvers they use.

Quick, evasive driving,
a casual bailout,
feigning car trouble--

these are signs you're dealing
with a professional.

Smashing into a rickshaw
like a crash test dummy--

that's a sign you're dealing
with an amateur, somebody who
doesn't know what he's doing.

Easy, easy, Bro!
Come on. It's a rental, man.
[ Bell Dinging ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
That's when you've really
got a problem.

[ Nate ]
You sure it's safe here?
As safe as it can be.

You wanna tell me what
you were doing, Nate?
Well, I was following you.

I was making sure
you weren't followed.

Don't look at me
like I'm crazy, all right?

The last time I saw you,
you were being chased
by guys with guns.

By the way, I never got so much
as a phone call from you to let
me know that things were cool.

- And I guess you called Mom.
- Mom called me.

I just figured you wouldn't
leave me twisting in the wind
in Fort Lauderdale...

after I risked my ass for you.

It was just a little
unclear at the time...
whether I should call you.

I'm not here
to talk about that.

Look, I got a friend
at work who's in trouble.
Work?

Yeah, I got a job driving
for a limo company.

A real job?
An actual job?

I'm friends with the
receptionist. She's in trouble
with some Russian Mafia guys.

They're holding her sister.
I was hoping you could help out.

What's the angle?

- There's gotta be an angle?
- There's always an angle, Nate.

Are you trying to
get money from her,
trying to sleep with her?

Maybe I'm just changing my life.
Did you think of that?

You blew up my truck, right?

You got me shot at.
You had me hide Mom.

That's the kind of thing
that gets a guy to step back
and make a few changes.

And by the way, I'm still
paying off that truck.

It's like 600 a month.
200.

Well, 300, but you see
what I'm saying.

Look, would you
just talk to her?

Fine.
[ Sighs ]

Where is she?
Mom's house.

- I don't need tea, Mom.
- It's good. It's herbal.

So, you're gonna help,
right, Michael?

That's what I'm
here to find out.

Excuse me.
Uh, Ma?

Could you?

- Ma.
- Oh.

Yeah, I'll leave
the three of you
to talk... alone,

without me.

It's all right.
Tell him, just like
you told me.

[ Russian Accent ]
My sister, Elena.

I've tried to bring her
to America for years.

One day she writes to me,
says she found someone
to take her here.

I knew something is wrong.
Is too good to be true.

She doesn't think.
She gives me a name, and I go.

It's this patsan Ivan,
a gangster.

He brings people here for money.

First he wants $25,000--
all I have.

I go to pick her up this week,
and now he wants $50,000 more--

Or you'll never see
your sister again.

And if you go to the police,
he'll kill her. That's usually
how this kind of thing works.

How'd you get this?
Did he hit you?

Yes, after I attack him
with the-- the bar.

You know, the metal bar
for taking out the nails?

You hit him with a crowbar?
Yes.

He's lucky.
His ohraniki take me
away from him, hold me away.

If they were not there,
I'd bite his finger off.

Katya asked me
to help her get a gun.

After I heard
what her problem was,

I figured the best thing
for her and her sister
would be talking to you.

Nate says you could help.
He says you do these things
every day.

I don't do them every day,

but I'll see what I can do.

Here you go.
Thanks. Just put that
on my friend's tab.

Sure.

A crowbar?
That sounds like a handful.
[ Laughs ]

Come to think of it,
I dated a few Ukrainians
in my day.

Feisty.
Fi's doing
the surveillance.

Hopefully,
we'll track the guy back
to where the girls are...

before Katya gets her hands
on a blowtorch.

[ Grunts ]
How's it going
with the file on Carla?

Pretty good. Talked to a guy
named Harvey Gunderson.

He's the secretary treasurer
of the Agricultural Association
of South Florida,

among other things.

So if Carla is still using
agricultural specialist
as a cover,

chances are pretty good
that he's heard of her.

Nice work, Sam.
Just keep it quiet, all right?

Can't have this
getting back to Carla.

Quiet's my specialty, Mike.
Hey, what's your budget
on this?

You know, I'm thinking
it should be face-to-face
with Harvey, you know,

so I can thoroughly
debrief him.

I'll cover it, Sam.
I'll try and keep it
reasonable.

Who is she?
[ Engine Shuts Off ]

Someone I work with.
She's gonna tail Ivan.

Hopefully, he'll lead us
to where your sister is.

He's there.
Uh, that is his van.

[ Nate ]
Wow.
[ Shutter Clicks ]

Guy's got
interesting tattoos.

Russian prison ink.
Each one means something.

Really?

What's the spade for?
It means he's a thief.

- Tiger means enforcer.
- Yeah?

Huh.

What about the skulls?
What are those for?

Mike, what do the skulls mean?

- It means murderer, Nate.
- Murderer?

He has my sister!
Why we just sit here?

I won't let
anything happen.

I promise.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Cultivating intelligence
assets...

usually requires
some wining and dining.

The more connected
somebody is,

the more they know,

the more they feel entitled
to a little special treatment.

Another cocktail?
Think we're ready for a bottle
of something, don't you?

Uh, I'm still workin'
on the scotch, thank you.

Okay. A bottle of scotch.
I'm kidding.

'96, uh, Château Lafite.
Excellent choice.

I know it's
an excellent choice.
I made it.

I'll pick 'em,
you bring 'em!

Mmm!
It's a hell of a wine.
You're gonna love it.

So anyway, you're thinking
of growing hops in Turkey,
is it?

Yeah. Outside Ankara.
Hey, um--

So, Harvey, were you able
to put together that list
of irrigation specialists?

You know, I need
to make a few calls
and work some things out.

I was thinking.
You don't wanna waste time
going through a bunch of names.

I can point you to
some top-flight people,
but you know what?

Maybe you and I can
take 'em to dinner together.

So you can get to know 'em,
that's all.
Oh! Oh, great idea.

Yeah. Yeah.
But, uh, you know, I really
need that list, Harvey,

just to make sure
I got all the bases covered.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Smart operatives know how
to steer the conversation...

towards the information
they need.

You know what you
really need, Sam?
Hmm?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Clever assets,
on the other hand,

know how to make
the wine-and-dine phase
last as long as possible.

The lobster.
[ Chuckling ]

I'm serious. You ever
had the lobster here?
No, no.

Swimming off the coast
of Maine four hours ago.
No kidding.

Which reminds me-- We should
get a bottle of white if we're
gonna have the seafood.

Montrachet, grand cru.
Unbelievable.

It's liquid gold.

$600?
What can I say, Mike?

The guy ate like
it was his last meal.

And the liquor-- I mean,
I've had gunshot wounds hurt
less than this hangover.

You got, like,
a bag of frozen peas or
something cold for my head?

Did you get the list?

600 bucks, and no names?

Look, he's just trying
to drag it out, okay?

Don't worry about it.
I'm getting close.

Well, do you think
he knows Carla?

As far as I can tell, he knows
everyone who's set foot on a
farm in the northern hemisphere.

How'd that thing
with Ivan go?

Not as well as I was hoping.

I followed him all day.

It's pretty clear
he just collects the money.

Stays away from the girls
till it's over.
It's smart security.

If he has no contact
with his guys, no calls,
no conversations,

then the cops
can't make a decent case,
and we can't find the girls.

If we're gonna find the girls
by Friday, we'll need to
extract the information.

How 'bout it, Sam?

Interrogation?
Well, it's--

It's been a while, Mikey,
but, you know, it's just
like riding a bike.

If we can snatch him
by this afternoon, we'll have
three days to work on him.

Oh, that's cuttin' it close.
Maybe, if we hit
the ground running,

make him think he's up
against the big boys--
you know, the government types.

We don't have
a deep bench here.

I don't know.
I think we can do it.

Fi grabs the guy.
She's the extraction team.

You and me tag team the guy on
questions, we do the sunglasses,
the suit, the whole bit,

make him think he's up against
every agency with initials.

You think you can
bag him alone, Fi?

[ Laughing, Groans ]

[ Alarm Beeps ]

I like your taste.
Oh!

[ Giggling ]
Thank you.

I'm Ivan.

[ Screaming ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Stun guns are a great way to
bring down a larger opponent.

The only problem is, if you use
one on someone who's touching
you, you'll zap yourself too.

You brought a toy.
You want to play.

Oh, I love to play.

[ Screaming ]

Fi, you are one crazy chick.

[ Metal Gate Squeaking ]

[ Gate Closes ]

How's our friend Ivan
behaving?

Like an altar boy.

He even asked me to use
the stun gun on him again.

He asked you,
with a gag in his mouth?

- Oh, he has expressive eyes.
- Feeling better, Fi?

Everyone could use
a few thousand volts
from time to time.

- It clears the mind.
- All righty.

I got a pal in organized crime,
ran down everything he had
on this Ivan character.

Whoo, he's a hard rock
from the motherland.

What brings him
to these fair shores?

They got him linked to what they
think is a Russian syndicate
active on the East Coast,

pretty much from here
to New York.

The guy who handles
the day-to-day operation's
in Miami. Guy named Takarov.

But this guy Ivan, he's seen
the inside of every prison
from Moscow to Minsk,

so I think the best approach
here is we know everything,

we're rolling up his whole gang,
and he's just a little fish.

Well, you're the expert, Sam.
What else?

Oh, good news.

I found the perfect place
for our secret facility.

It's an old concrete plant
in the middle of nowhere.

They condemned it
after the last hurricane.
This is gonna be fun, Mike.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A lot of people's
first instinct...

when they need information
out of a captive...

is to grab
a baseball bat or a gun.

[ Michael ]
This works.

[ Sam ] Yeah, I've been in
plenty of secret facilities
a lot less impressive than this.

You get a cooler
of drinks, some snacks.

Fi's driving Ivan
to the Everglades
and back.

Is that enough time?
Plenty.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The fact is, torture is
for sadists and thugs.

It's like getting groceries
with a flamethrower.

It doesn't work,
and it makes a mess.

Getting useful information
is about creating a new reality
for the interrogation subject...

with no hope
of escape or freedom.

You control every aspect
of their world--

how they eat,
where they sleep,

even whether
it's day or night.

When it's time
to ask questions,

you want them disoriented,
anxious, wondering who you are
and what you can do to them.

You have to make them understand
that their entire future,

their hopes, their dreams,

every breath they will
ever take from then on--

it all depends on one thing:
talking.

[ Sam ]
Hello, Ivan.

I want a lawyer now.

I know my rights!
You have to get me
a lawyer now!

That would be true,
if I was a cop.

Who are you?
C.I.A.?

C.I.-what? No, no.
See, they're only allowed
to operate on foreign soil.

So just think of me
as Uncle.

- Uncle Sam.
- Do I get a phone call, Uncle?

You get whatever you want,
after I get what I want.

- What do you want?
- I wanna get to know you
better.

I wanna know all about a day
in the life of Ivan.

Where do you go?
What do you do?

Just think of me
as your personal diary.

I deliver cheese, caviar
and sausage to Russian
markets and restaurants.

- Can I go now, Uncle?
- Don't waste my time, Ivan.

We know what you do.
We know who you are.

And you, sir,
are just a little fish.

You know the difference
between big fish
and little fish?

When big fish get caught,
they get cooked and eaten.

When little fish are caught,
they get thrown back in the lake
to swim away,

unless they piss off
Mr. Fisherman.

I'm offering you a chance
to swim away, Ivan.

It's better
for both of us, really.

'Cause if you don't
accept it, ooh, boy--

it's a lot of paperwork for me
and a dark, little room for you.

It's not so bad.

I've been in nightclubs
darker than this.

Maybe I like it here.

Now look, Mike.

We could send you
back in there as good cop,
bad cop, whatever.

I don't know what good
it's gonna do.

I mean,
this guy's gulag tough.
I've seen the type.

Now, after a month,
when he's been
in isolation so long,

he's howling at the moon,
you know, maybe.

We got three days, Sam.

Well, that's why I think
our best bet might be
to have a friend inside.

They speak
the same language.

Someone to talk to,
confide in.

The prison buddy?
Yeah.

Now, look, I'd do it, Mikey,
but he knows me already.

Come on.
It's not gonna be
that bad.

We'll set up a cell
for the two of you.

- Bring your brother in.
He can play guard.
- Nate?

Mike, give the kid a break.
I mean, we need
a fresh face here.

I can't sell Ivan on a secret
C.I.A. compound run by one guy.

Plus, I gotta get back
to Harvey Gunderson
and see if he knows Carla.

I'm tap dancing
as fast as I can.

I'll call him.

[ Grunting ]

So, wait a minute. You go
in the cell with Ivan, and you
make friends with the guy?

That's your plan?

If he knows what we want,
he can lie, hold out until
the girls are gone.

We need him to think
that I'm on his side,
that I'm safe to talk to.

Nate, these are for you.
Do what Sam tells you
to do, all right?

Hey, I can handle it.
You just take care of you.
All right, Bro?

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's unfortunate but true
that no makeup...

can simulate blood and bruises
well enough to stand up
to close observation.

So if your cover requires
looking like you've been beaten,

you have to get beaten.

Yeah. Yeah.
[ Grunts ]

Ow!
[ Groans ]

[ Groans, Grunts ]

Nate!
What? Just trying
to be a team player.

[ Groans ]

Today is your lucky day,
Ivan.

Got one of your boys in there
to keep you company.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It can take a lifetime to
convince someone to trust you.

You two play nice now.

It's much quicker
to make them feel like
they need you to trust them.

You have the face
of a traitor.
What?

- Who are you?
- You talked.

- You don't know me.
- I kept quiet.

You-- Not a scratch.

Be careful what you say.

[ Speaking Russian ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A fight is one of
the quickest ways...

to tell if someone isn't
who they say they are.
[ Shouts In Russian ]

If you say you're Russian,
but fight like an American,

you can consider
your cover blown,
[ Screams ]

which means you'd
better know sambo, the mixed
martial art of Russia.

Of course, then you also
have to win the fight.

A great cover I.D.
doesn't help much
if you're dead.

[ Screaming ]

[ Gasping ]
What did you tell them?

I told them nothing!

What did you tell them?
Nothing!

I swear it.

Good.

Who are you?

[ Sniffles ]
Sergei Yoblanovich.
I work up in Tampa.

[ Russian ]

Raised in America.

You're Ivan Petrov.

Hey, you run the girls,
right?

[ Spits ]

Who do you think gets
your shipment through Customs?

They shut down the operation
in Tampa. It's done.

They're moving down here.
They're closing in.

- How did they find you?
- I was ambushed by
a little suka.

They said they know about
Takarov's headquarters.
Did you tell them?

- I said I told them nothing!
- Then how do they know
these things?

They know when your deliveries
are! They know what kind
of vodka Takarov drinks!

Maybe they are watching!
Maybe they have someone
in the deli or the café.

I don't know.
[ Russian ]

Yeah, make sure
you stay that way.

So, if Mike's
information was right,
that's probably the place.

I mean, there's not too many
Russian restaurants next to
a café across from a deli.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Rings ]
Ah.

Hi, Harvey.
How's it going, bud?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
I got the list.

Uh, gotta tell you,
I was hoping for more than
two names on it though. But--

Oh. Well, I'm sure
they're the best, yeah.

Uh, okay.

Yeah, sure. I'll--
I'll see you then.

Another meeting?
He is working you.

I've got nuclear secrets
out of K.G.B. agents
for less time and money.

Good thing my liver is flexible,
because a lesser man
would be dead.

Okay. Where did we get
a thermal camera?

Oh, I borrowed it
from my neighbor's boat.

He's been using it
to peek at me...

through the walls
in my apartment,
so I figure we're even.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A thermal camera is
a great tool for scouting.

It'll tell you
where the warm bodies
are in a building,

or which rooms are designed
to make those bodies invisible.

- Top floor is heat-shielded.
- Oh?

Mm-hmm.
Hmm.

[ Chattering ]

See the guy in the corner?
That's him.

Takarov.

He runs half
the Russian Mafia
in south Florida.

[ Fiona ]
Looks like there's a little
business upstairs too.

You ready?

Oh, my-- Oh!
Oh, man! That's horrible.

Whoa! Get the manager.
Somebody get the manager.

What is problem, sir?
Are you a manager?

- I-I--
- I didn't think so!
Go get a manager!

In fact, get the chef!

What a joke.
You call that food?
Look, pal. Get the chef.

He's an impostor,
the freak.
[ Russian ]

Oh, there he is.
Mr. Manager, I got a big--
What? Hello!

What-- Ho!
Hey, ho, I need that.

[ Bell Dings ]
I write letters
with that arm.

- Get your hands off me!
I'm an American citizen.
- Come now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One issue in dealing with
modern criminal gangs...

is that their operations
are diversified.

The heat shielding
you hope is hiding
a human smuggling operation--

Oh! Sorry.
I was looking for
the ladies' room.

could be hiding
radio emissions from
software pirating computers.

[ Sam ]
Uh, we call it
customer service?

[ Groaning ]
You break my arm, you're gonna
be hearing from my lawyer!

Hey, keep it up!
I'll own this place.
[ Screaming ]

Take your hands
off my father!

He has... dementia.

Do you understand?
Can't you see?
His mind is gone.

He doesn't even know
what he's saying.

Come on, Daddy.

"Daddy"?
Bet you never thought you'd
hear me call you that.

It is days now,
and all you do is talk!

Katya, we're working
on it, okay?

I know it's hard,
but you have to be patient.

And my sister?
How long does she
have to be patient?

Take me to Ivan.
What do you want, Katya?

Do you wanna hit Ivan
with a wrench, or do you
want your sister back?

'Cause it's gonna be
one or the other.

And this place, Romanov's-- Nate
says that Ivan's boss is there.
Why don't we go there?

I don't know what Nate
told you, but we have to
stick to the plan.

My sister doesn't have time
for your plans.

I'm going to them now
and trade myself for Elena.

Nate, you told her
about Romanov's?

It's called "need to know"
for a reason.

I'll take care of it.
[ Sighs ]

Katya?

Katya, hold up.
She's my sister.

I know.
And Michael's my brother.

And I can't stand
that guy sometimes,
but he's good at what he does.

If he says that this
is the right thing to do, then
this is the right thing to do.

It's gonna be all right.

All right?

All right.
Just go and talk to him.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door Opens ]
Nate, I was just
in the hall,

and I heard what you said
about your brother.

That is so sweet.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
Not that he'd do
the same for me.

[ Door Slams ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A good interrogator...

paints a picture
of the world outside
for a detainee.

Whatever he's holding on to,
you take it away.

His organization? Crumbling.
His friends? Traitors.

His precious information?
Useless.

Gum?

Mmm! Cinnamony.

Mmm, Ivan. Good news.

We're about
to wrap this up.
[ Chuckles ]

Looks like we won't
need you much longer.

That's why you had me
in this hole? Because
you don't need me?

Hey, I'm doing you a favor.
I'm giving you a chance
to come clean.

You know, we're moving
on Romanov's next week.

Great restaurant.
Try the borscht.

[ Sighs ]
Look, the point is,

if you wanna see daylight
again, you'll give me
something useful.

And hey,
now would be the time.

Well, I can see
you're on the fence.

So I'm gonna give you some time
to consider your options.

You can wear
the thinking bag.

** [ Loud Techno ]

And here's
some thinking music!

Oh, whoa!

** [ Continues ]

Is he tenderized yet?
Uh, he's getting there.

Said he likes nightclubs,
so I thought I would
oblige him.

So I figure
we let him stew in there
for another couple hours,

then put him back
into the cell with you.

He'll be nice
and loopy and happy to see
his old friend Sergei.

Are you off to see
Harvey Gunderson, again?

Mike, I underestimated him,
that's all. He's going down.

The Best
of Bulgarian Disco?

Yeah. We'll save that
for bedtime.

It'll peel the paint
off the walls.

Wish me luck, fellas.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Working an information source
is a delicate art.

Ideally, you can get all
the information you need
with kind words and free drinks.

More wine?
You betcha.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When drinks and good company
aren't enough, however,

a good operative
has to apply pressure,

Mmm.
and that means knowing
just what a source loves.

So, um, Harvey,

just wondering about
that, uh-- that list.

How's that going?
Great.
I'm working on it.

Got a lot
of agricultural experts
in Miami, believe me.

I'm making that list,
checking it twice.

Just wanna make sure I don't
leave any names off. Could we
get some more crab cakes here?

Sure, sure. In just a minute.
First I wanna ask you something.
Sure.

Do you like being secretary
treasurer of the Agricultural
Association of South Florida?

Nah, I'm trying to get back
to teaching high school.

Do I like it?
What, are you kidding?

What are you talking about?
I love it.

It's the largest agronomic
trade association east
of the Mississippi,

and I'm two heartbeats away
from the presidency.

Why?
Because I think you're
jerking me around, Harvey.

I came to you asking for
a very simple list of Miami
agricultural specialists,

and you drank my wine,
and you ate my food,
and you gave me nothing.

You have no idea who you're
dealing with here, Harvey.

Do you know why
I'm interested in agriculture
in central Turkey?

Let me tell you,
I don't give a rat's ass
about growing hops, okay?

I care about opium poppies.
I'm with the D.E.A.

The--
[ Coughing ]
The D.E.A.?

Now, one call to my buddies
at the Department
of Agriculture--

And let's just say they have
a little bit of influence over
who can be the president...

of the board
of soil scientists.

I mean, one day, you're
the chairman of the Miami
Water Resources Board,

the next day they won't
let you in the front door.

Now, I've seen
the bad boys of the U.S.D.A.
destroy people, Harvey,

and believe me,
it's not pretty.

No, wait, please, please!
Don't go. Sit down.

You'll have
the list tomorrow.
I swear.

Make sure I do.

Mmm! Liquid gold.

Oh, yeah.
It's the best.

They have you for hours,
and still they don't
touch you?

They asked me questions,
then left me in a room
with a bag on my head.

I guess
you're just lucky.

Do you want to say something?
Say it!

Every day they have
new information!

I know.

The American, he says
they moving on Romanov's.

Someone
in your organization
is talking.

They gave us up.
If they know where
the girls are--

Impossible.
No one knows where is
the safe house but me.

Ivan, if the Americans
link Takarov to the girls--

Do you think I'm stupid?
My men have orders.

If anyone but me
comes to the safe house,
they kill the girls and leave.

If they don't hear from me
by Friday, same thing.

Takarov has nothing
to worry about from me.

[ Russian ]

The American can ask
whatever he wants.

By the time they do anything,
the girls are dead.

Great. So I gotta
tell Katya that we did
all this for nothing?

That her sister's
gonna be killed?
I'm not gonna let that happen.

How, huh?
What are you gonna do,
use your spy magic?

Come on. Ivan has gotta be
at the safe house by tomorrow,
or Elena's dead.

And he can't be there,
because we've got him
in a box in a concrete plant.

He's gonna
have to escape.

Escape?
Are you serious?

He's gotta go
to the girls himself.

He's not gonna buy it
if we just let him go.
That's crazy, man. I mean--

Have you got a better idea,
Nate? Because we don't have
a lot of time here.

You asked for my help.
You want it or not?

If you want my help,
we gotta go to the concrete
plant and do this.

If you don't,
tell Katya to get ready
for her sister's funeral.

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

I'll get my suit.

Michael,
your brother is trying.
Ma!

Please, you sent him off
to Fort Lauderdale and
left him there for weeks.

I mean, what is that?
Some sort of covert
operations thing?

Or is it just a lousy way
to treat your brother?

Ma, I've been living in a
storage container for two days.
Maybe we can call it even?

Michael, it isn't
just about what you do.
It's about what you say too.

He cares what you think,
more than you know.

Do you know what
his first word was?

It was "Michael."
It was "juice."

I was there.
His first word was "juice."

Well, he was looking right
at you when he said it.
You know what he meant.

You were his hero.
Ma, I just don't wanna
get into this right now.

Michael, please, look.
I know that Nate has
had his problems.

But you know when it
all first started?

I mean,
when he first got into
really serious trouble?

It was right after
you left.

Give him a chance.

What?
What is wrong with you?
You can't stand still.

You heard them.
This is almost over.

And when they're done with us,
they're gonna throw us
in some C.I.A. hellhole...

for the rest
of our lives.

If by some miracle
they let us go, we're
gonna be dead anyway.

Dead?
What are you talking about?

What will Takarov think?

He will hold us responsible!

We will speak for each other.
I will tell him you were strong.

- You kept your mouth shut.
- Before he cuts your throat,
or after?

No, no, no. We need
to get out of here.

Listen, if we can
get to the girls, maybe
grab 'em, move 'em,

show Takarov that--
that we fought.

Escape?
You are dreaming.

Can I trust you?

[ Russian ]

Yes.

They showed me a file
with surveillance photos--
Takarov.

I swore I didn't know him.
They beat me, but I got this.

I can open the handcuffs.
We can overpower the guard.

Maybe we'd get out,
maybe we'd die.

- But if we don't get out, we
die anyway. Are you with me?
- Then what?

- We don't even know what's on
the outside of that door.
- Oh, I heard 'em talking.

It's not a real jail.
It's temporary.

- They're gonna move us
into a real prison.
- [ Vehicle Approaching ]

- You have to decide now-- Now!
- [ Car Door Closes ]

They'll handcuff you
to the wall.
You keep 'em busy.

You distract 'em.
I'll take care of the lock.
You under--

[ Nate ]
Sergei!
[ Banging On Door ]

Yeah, I understand.

All right. Let's go.
[ Hammer Cocks ]

Feel a little more
talkative now?

- You really think
you can do this to us?
- Shut up.

We have people everywhere.

Doesn't matter who you are--
C.I.A., F.B.I.--

We can find you
and kill you just the same.

Hey, you ever wanna see
the light of day again,
shut your face.

Let's go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the hardest things
to do in a fight...

is to make it look like
you're trying to kill someone
without doing permanent damage.

They don't teach any half-moves
in combat training.

There are moves
designed to kill and maim
as efficiently as possible.

[ Shouts ]

If those are off-limits,
one option is opening your fist
right before a punch lands.

Painful, but the force
is distributed.

Another showy option
is a kick to the shoulder.

It might break a rib or two,

but if you aim right,
nobody's going to the morgue.

[ Gunshot ]
[ Nate Shouts ]

[ Gunshot ]
[ Sam ]
Put it down!

I said drop it!
[ Gunshot ]

Don't-- Don't kill me!
No, please!
[ Gunshots ]

[ Keys Jangling ]

Let's go.

- Where is the other one?
- Back there.

I heard him begging.
After the beatings he gave me,
he deserves to die more slowly.

We have to go to Romanov's.

What, show up at Takarov's
empty-handed?

No, we gotta show 'em
we thought of
the organization first.

Where are the girls?

Ivan, we don't
have time for this!
Where are the girls?

They're in Hialeah.
I will show you.

This is it?
Yes.

You think they've
been here? Does anything
look different?

It's fine. See the van?
Means the girls are still here.

Where have you been?
I'll tell you later.
We need to move the girls now.

What? Who is he?
This is Sergei.
He's all right.

Now move! Go!

[ Russian ]

[ Russian ]

We have to get them
out of here.
Do you have a place?

Yes. There is another
safe house that Takarov
uses for guns.

How do you know the C.I.A.
isn't already there?

We can't use anyplace
they might know about.
Then where can we take them?

I got a place down by the docks.
No one knows about it but me.

You're sure it's safe?

You're right. I should bring
some of your guys, take some
guns along, just in case.

You go to Takarov's.
You tell them they might
be moving on Romanov's.

Who knows?
We might come out heroes.
All right.

Da.
Sergei.

I don't forget this.
I'm sure you won't, Ivan.

- [ Car Door Opens, Closes ]
- [ Engine Starts ]

There's been
a change of plans.

- [ Screams ]
- It's all over.
Drop the gun.

[ Women Gasping ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the spy game,
you spend a lot of time...

getting people
to betray their own.

Most do it for money.
Some do it for spite.

But the greatest achievement
is to get a guy
to turn on his own people...

because he thinks
he's being loyal.

- You have to get out.
- What? What are you
talking about?

They busted
the operation in Tampa.
They're coming here next.

- They had me and Sergei,
but we escaped.
- What operation in Tampa?

We never had
an operation in Tampa.

- But-- But Sergei--
- Who's Sergei?

He took the girls!
He said he worked for you
in Tampa!

It was the C.I.A.
They had us.

You talked to the C.I.A.?

You gave the girls
to this Sergei,

and then you come here?

Take him upstairs... now!

[ Grunting ]

Sam talked to
a police buddy of his.

Sounds like Takarov
was worried enough to skip town
with most of his crew.

Apparently,
he headed north, because
they found Ivan's body...

in a Dumpster
in Fort Lauderdale.

Dumpster
is too good for him.

What my sister means say
is thank you.

Yeah.
[ Groans ]

- How is your pain?
- Breathing's
a little difficult.

Mike cracked
three of my ribs.

But, you know, it was
a small price to pay.

I'm sorry I was angry.

Nate said
you know what to do.
Always you are right.

This Nate?
Nate said that?

You wanted me
to keep her at Mom's.

I just said
what I had to say.

Thank Nate, Katya.

I couldn't have
done it without him,
and I'm not always right.

[ Sighs ]

$1,350, and all Sam got
on Carla was a P.O. box.

More than I had, Fi.

Besides, I don't think he
could have survived any more
intelligence gathering.

Well, Sam's liver can
take a vacation while we--

- What do we do now?
- Now we watch.

Someone's gotta
pick up the mail sometime.

[ Sighs ]
I hate surveillance.

** [ Rock ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Intelligence gathering isn't all
running around with a gun...

and a spy camera.

When the operation demands it,
you get to sit in a hot car
with no air-conditioning...

in downtown Miami.