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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:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ] If someone
calls a meeting in a deserted
location, they want control.

They can tell if you're alone,

and if you try anything,
it's easy to take you out
with a sniper.

So if someone wants a chat
in the middle of nowhere,

it never hurts to bring
a sniper of your own.

You're awfully quiet, Sam.
Well, what do you
want me to say?

That I'm worried Gilroy
got wind that you're
double-crossing him,

or that I got a bad feeling
about this mystery man
that he wants to jail-break?

Everything's fine.
Just calm down.
No, I don't think I will.

You know what kinds of people
they ferry around on secret
planes in supermax custody?

People with forked tongues,
Mike. People with hair
on their palms.

Maybe you want a closer look
at this monster, but I say
it's time to walk away.

Gilroy's doing this
with or without me.

We can't stop him until we know
how he's pulling it off.

Well, you know
what they say about holding
a snake by the tail, Mike.

I think it's a tiger
by the tail, Sam.

Yeah, well, either way,
you let go of it before
it eats your face off.

He's here, Sam.

[ Sam ]
Try and stay in the open.
I can't cover a moving car.

And if that
evil limey mastermind
offers you a ride,

you treat him like a stranger
with candy and you say,
"No, thank you, sir."

- Nice wheels, Gilroy.
- You like?

Cost me a fortune,
but she's armored like a tank.

I'm sorry to ring you
out of the blue,

but it's such a lovely day,
and I thought we'd go
for a drive.

Oh, Mike, don't you dare.

Why not?

[ Groans ]
Why am I still surprised?

[ Engine Turns Off ]
The curtain's about to part
for our grand finale,

but there remains one
minor detail to address.

This compound belongs to
the Knights of Resistance,

a group of right-wing
separatists.

- White supremacists?
- Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Now, you want to purchase
an item from their armory.

An item?
You want me to go on a gun buy
without a shopping list?

I thought we were playing
for the same team, Gilroy.
Indeed we are.

I suppose you've earned
your place in this partnership.

It's a Browning
.50-caliber machine gun.
Happy?

Thrilled, partner.

You're to ask for Duke.
The price has been
pre-negotiated.

Well, off you go.

Appreciate you making the trip.

Too many of our
white brothers aren't
willing to drive out here,

even if it means
buying from the Cubans
and Jamaicans.

No offense,
but I'm here for the price,
not the people,

and the only color
I care about is green.

We gonna do this or not?
Suit yourself.

Right through here.

Uh, something you want
to tell me, Duke?

See, we ain't arms dealers.
We're freedom fighters.

Our guns aren't for sale,
but we'd like to thank you
for your donation.

- Anything to help the cause.
- You want to help the cause?

Get a new favorite color.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Fighting two against one
is never ideal,

but there are ways
to even the odds.

Jam your opponents
into a corner,

and they won't have the room
to use both arms.

It's like fighting one person
with two angry heads,

which makes them
easier to engage
and easier to disengage.

Didn't go as planned!
[ Engine Starts ]

Actually, it went
exactly as planned.

You still have the money.
I have a new toy.

- How'd that case treat you,
by the way?
- Handy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's never fun being used
as a diversion,

but it is an effective way
to get the drop on an enemy with
superior numbers and firepower.

And it's all about
making a clean getaway.

If you can't do that,
it never hurts to be
in an armored car.

You know, I had a funny feeling
those guys might try
to rip us off.

Eat or be eaten, I suppose.

Next time you send me in as a
decoy, a heads-up would be nice.

Honestly, Michael, if you
couldn't survive a go-around
with Duke and Jimbo,

you deserved to get killed.

Thanks to you,
security at the armory
wasn't exactly watertight.

You know, .50 caliber...
it's quite a party favor,
Gilroy.

I find that
.50-caliber rounds...

have a delightful way of
making one's problems... die.

That's funny.
Artillery like that, it makes me
a little itchy about this job.

If you want me to scratch
your back, just say so.

We're having
a dress rehearsal tomorrow.

You'll get everything
you need to know, partner.

Until then, ta-ta.

Sam, you're doing dishes.

Yeah, well,
I had to do something
to pass the time.

You have any idea
what you put me through?

[ Groans ]
Gettin' in that car
with Jack the Ripper?

So, you got enough intel
on this dirty deed
to wrap up Gilroy?

Not exactly,
but I did help him steal
a Browning .50 cal.

Forgive me if I don't
pat you on the back.

Do you think you could get
in touch with your contacts
at the F.B.I.?

You know, the ones you
used to inform on me to?

Yeah. No problemo.

For your sake, Michael,
I hoped you were dead.

I can put up with a lot,
but four calls, without
so much as a text back?

- That just takes me
right to the edge.
- What's on your mind, Fi?

A hustler named Coleman
wants to meet about a gig.

He once helped me
with a cash flow problem.

He deals
in counterfeit bags,
stolen phones.

He's a harmless weasel,
but his gigs pay top dollar.

I thought you might like
to come just in case.

Ooh, I have a meeting
with the F.B.I.
Why don't you talk to Sam?

Sam?

So I'm in a tiny little jam.

I say to myself, "Coleman,
if you need a hard-core,
bad-ass chick,

well, bud, there's only
one lady to go to."

Fiona Glenanne.
[ Laughs ]

- "Lady's" a bit of a stretch.
- I'm sorry. Who are you again?

Oh, he's just my gofer.
He cleans my guns,
fetches my dry cleaning.

What kind of job
we talking about here?

You know, you're awfully
chatty for the help.

Yes, he is.

Be quiet while
the grown-ups are talking.

Answer the question anyway.
You know how this works,
babe.

I can't tell you
exactly what the gig is
until you agree to do it.

Hey. Hey, eyes over here.

You see this?

That's 10 large.
Five up front,
five when you finish.

Twenty.
Because I'm worth it.

Come on. [ Chuckling ]
After everything we've
been through?

You know that I'm already
doing this at cost, right?

- Wow.
- Fine.

Be at this address at 6:00.

And do us a favor.

Leave Mr. Chuckles
at home, will you?

[ Chuckling ]
[ Mock Laugh ]

So let's get this straight.

You want us to stop Gilroy,
who no one can prove
is even in the country?

From hijacking a plane
no government will
acknowledge? Oh!

- That's rich, Westen.
- Fine. Alert the C.I.A.
Make it their problem.

They won't take my calls, but
I figured a tip from the F.B.I.,
maybe they'll take it seriously.

Harris, question.

So far as it concerns calling
the territorial jackasses
at Langley,

where would you put that
on the old to-do list?

Oh, maybe 400, 500.

Gilroy's in possession
of a .50-cal machine gun.

I have firsthand knowledge.

You tell us where he's keeping
the hardware, maybe that's
something we can work with.

I don't know.
Don't you think
I'd tell you if I could?

So we just have to look under
every rock from here
to Epcot Center. That the idea?

[ Harris ]
Nah. Little suggestion for ya.

Next time you want to
cry wolf, do it at a café
on South Beach, huh?

When you're buying.

You know how
some people promise...

never to call the cops
on their friends,
no matter what?

Well, you and me,
we're still up in the air.

Yeah, don't get
your knickers in a twist.

Coleman probably just wants
a babysitter for a gun deal.

Anyone ever tell you
it's rude to text
while someone's talking?

Are you bugging my cell phone?

Right now, you and Mike
are fighting for top bunk
in Sam's doghouse.

I already watched
one of you wander away
with a psycho today.

I'll be damned
if it happens again.

As promised, 10,000 ways
to say "welcome aboard."

Now that I'm officially
on payroll, you want to
tell me what this is about?

I'll let the boss go over
the details with you.

Don't worry.
We're about to have cocktails
with him right now.

You're just the middleman
on this?

You know, I prefer facilitator.

[ On Radio ]
Boss goes by Gabriel.

He's picky about
who he works with,
so to close the deal,

I had to add a few adventures
to our work history.

Told him you helped me out
with a couple of ransom jobs
few years back in Madrid.

Don't worry about it.
It won't come up.
It's just a meet and greet.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Hey, if you ain't feeling it,
let me know. Be more than
happy to take back my 10 G's.

Fi, do not go in that house.

Crap.

- Hey, how you doing, fella?
- I really need
some new friends.

- Ah, there he is!
- Coleman.

And you must be Fiona.

I have to tell you,
I've heard such wonderful
things about you.

But now, seeing you in person,

I get the feeling
that none of them
do you justice.

Oh, you haven't heard
the half of it.
I'm sure I haven't.

Uh, this way, please.

To new friends, wherever
the road may take us. Salud.

Coleman tells me that you
spent some time in Madrid.

For my money,

there's nothing quite
like an evening stroll
down La Rambla.

- What do you think?
- La Rambla is in Barcelona.

- You sure you need
another drink?
- [ Chuckles ]

Perhaps not, but that's
never stopped me before.

I am going to have to see
your passport now.

- Right now.
- My passport?

I don't have it on me.
You need to know my age,
you can just ask.

I wouldn't dream of it.

But wherever it is,

it had better be stamped
Barajas Airport, Madrid, 2006,

or we're going to
find ourselves in a very
uncomfortable situation.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Operate in the field
long enough,

and you'll find yourself getting
tested by very dangerous people.

So tell me,
where can we find it?

My bedroom dresser.

The third drawer
has a false bottom.

Passport's under
the alias Kelly Minch.

Please leave everything
the way you found it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The more immediate
and unexpected the test,

the more likely they're
up to serious trouble...

and the more likely they'll
kill you if you don't pass.

Come on, Mike.
Pick up. Pick up.

[ Michael ] Yeah, Sam?
Mike, I need you to grab
the I.D. kit I keep at the loft.

Get to Fi's right away.
Is she okay?

Yeah, as long as you get there
like 10 minutes ago.

I'll buy you some time,
but you better skedaddle.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Between matching holograms
and color-shifting inks,

altering a page
in a modern passport
is virtually impossible.

[ Horn Honking ]

So if all the pages are full
and you have to adjust someone's
travel in a hurry,

it's better just to
swap out the page entirely.

It's as easy
as pulling out the stitching
on a cheap T-shirt.

You just need the skill
to put it back together.
[ Horns Honking ]

- [ Man ] Come on!
- [ Sam ]
Hey, knock yourself out.

All the honkin' in the world
isn't gonna put my rear axle
back into alignment.

Uh, Mike, you got two bogies
coming your way.

I hope you're
wrapping it up.
I'm doing the best I can, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's no saying "I'm sorry"
in the field.

So if it feels like a gamble's
about to come up short,

you put on a smile
and try to get your hands
on a weapon...

without anyone noticing.

No need to stop the party.
Would you care for another?

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Excuse me.

- [ Beeps ]
- Dime.

Interesante.

Sí. Gracias.

[ Beeps ]

Fiona, I must apologize.

In my line of work,
you can't be too careful.

I know the feeling.

- To Madrid.
- To Madrid.

What the hell's going on?
Look, I had nothing
to do with it.

She gets an idea in that
little Irish skull of hers,
and that's the end of it.

- I'm going back in
with Gabriel.
- For 10 grand?

If someone's willing
to kill you over a passport,
you walk away, Fi.

Ordinarily, yes.
Then Sam showed me this.

Alan King taken at gunpoint
right after Gabriel
got into town.

Okay. So maybe
I had a little something
to do with it.

So it's a kidnapping ring.
You call the cops.
It's not your problem.

The cops? Gabriel is a pro.
He'd sniff 'em out
in a heartbeat.

Did he tell you what the job is?

So you're meeting with
a paranoid thug with no idea
what he's up to.

Yeah, that sounds
like a great way
to get yourself killed.

Are we talking
about Gabriel now
or Gilroy?

The caption says, "Please
give me my daddy back."

I'm not letting her grow up
without a father if I can
save him by going to a meeting.

I told her it was too risky
to put a mike on her again,
but you know, it's Fi.

One of the doors
has a padlock in the house.

Something tells me he's not
using it as a game room.
I need to search it.

I don't need your permission.
That passport won't be
the last time he tests you.

We might not be able
to save you the next time.

Just give me 10 minutes
alone in the house,

and I'll see
what's behind that door.

Your security has a way of
making a girl feel welcome.

[ Chuckling ]
We're both professionals.

No more games,
no more background checks.
Just tell me about the job.

No, I don't think so.

We don't even know
if you're qualified yet.

- Beretta nine millimeter.
- Break it apart and put it
back together.

I'll give you one minute.

- Begin.
- I'm sorry.

You want me to do this
with my eyes open or closed?

You can tell a lot
about a person by the way
they take a pistol apart.

Do they rush?
Do they take their time?

Can they react quickly
when attacked?

- [ Grunting ]
- You don't scare easy. Good.

All done.
How did I do?

Not bad.

[ Snapping Gum ]

Sam!
Sorry, Mike.

Chewing helps me with
the nerves, you know?
It's an old SEAL trick.

So you think it's go time?
Give it another minute.

We move too soon,
they'll get suspicious.

I just hate Fi being
in there alone, looking for
that hostage by herself.

Well, she knew what she
was getting into.

Do you have
another piece?
Yeah.

[ Fiona ]
Coleman call in sick?

Coleman won't be
joining us anymore.

He forced himself on the girl
that you replaced...

and almost compromised
the entire operation.

So he has been dismissed.

I have a terrible fear of risk,

so let me ask you,
can I trust you, Fiona?

You searched me.
We did your test.
You want to waterboard me too?

Why are you here?

Cash.
Isn't that why you're here?

I think you'll recognize this.
This is your file from Interpol.

Tell me something.

Why does a nice Catholic girl
with no apparent interest
in politics,

no history of violence,

decide to join the I.R.A.
and blow up cars
all over Belfast?

We didn't have girls soccer?

[ Sighs ]
Revenge. Happy?

Okay. Just tell me
one more time, 'cause I always
get this stuff mixed up.

If Fi is wearing
one button down on her blouse,
everything's groovy.

- Two buttons down...
- Something's wrong.

Yeah. Well, that's a first.

Too many buttons down on
a woman's blouse is a bad thing?
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Come on. Am I right?

- Gilroy.
- Yeah, okay. See ya.

[ Beeps ]
Yeah.

Michael, it's the big day
before our big day.
[ Car Door Closes ]

I've got butterflies,
but I can't work on my lines
without a script.

Well, nothing ruins a script
like too much improvisation.

Get something to write.
I'll give you directions
to rehearsal.

Look at this.

After the I.R.A.,
life is good.

You have a gorgeous flat,
you're a star on
the black market,

and then you decide
to throw it all away
and move to Miami.

- Why?
- I followed a man here.

- And how did that work out?
- Not quite as I hoped.
Next question.

You had a sister named Claire.

One moment she's out shopping,

the next, an English soldier
fires into a crowd.

She chokes to death
on her own blood.

Tell me, what was the first
thought that crossed your mind
when you got that news?

Boss, you better get out here.

- I'll be right back.
- [ Exhales ]

[ Whistles ]
I'm sorry.

Do we have a problem here?
Bet your asphalt.

And Larry, Moe and Curly here
haven't exactly been giving me
the royal treatment.

But no matter.

Chuck Finley, Shady Glade
Homeowners Association.
How are you, sir?

Good to see you.
Anyway, a couple things I want
to bring to your attention here.

This is the Shady Glade
H.O.A. rule book.

Now, if you had
taken a couple hours
to read Appendix 7,

well, I might not be here
right now, sir.

Let me ask you a quick question.
When's the last time
you mowed your lawn?

He doesn't even know.
My word. That's why I'm here.

Want to point this out to you.

You've got some areas
that are clearing
five inches easy here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a covert operative, you learn
that not every locked door...

leads to the secret
you're looking for.

You may be searching for
a hostage, but find something
just as important...

Like what your target
is obsessed with,

like what your target loves.

Well, Mr. Finley,
I can assure you...

that this problem will be
taken care of immediately, okay?

Uh, I'm sorry you had to
come out here.

Sweet Georgia with a fiddle!

My goodness, sir.
Is that Florida crabgrass?

This is a St. Augustine
community only.

Now, crabgrass
is as contagious
as a brush fire.

You know what happens
if it spreads?

We're gonna have to ask you
to get out of the neighborhood.
All right?

I'll just say it again.
We'd have to come right up
to you,

yell in your face,
"Get out!"

I'm sorry, but I'm going
to have to ask you
to get out now.

Well, hey, that's fine.
I've got everything I need
to make an assessment.

And it's not gonna
be pretty, sir.

Fiona.

Ladies' room.

You know what?

I think it's time
we went for a ride.
Come on.

Mmm. I'd love to.

He buy it?
Easy as a hot fudge sundae.

[ Sam ]
Oh, Mike, does she...

Two buttons down.
She's in trouble.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Squealing ]

- Jesus. If he's driving like
that, we can't follow him.
- I know!

- Maybe we can pick 'em up
on their way back through.
- If they come back through.

I know a back way
that runs along that road.
It's over there.

Is my house too warm for you?

I noticed that you undid
another button on your blouse.

You don't miss much,
do you, Gabe?

Since you're looking,
you want me to undo another?

I was a doctor
back in Argentina.

One day,

an American company
came to my little town
to build computer chips.

The governor called it
a day of progress.

It all started with the adults.

Headaches, fevers.

Usually they recovered.

But with the children,
it was a different story.

[ Engine Revving ]

I did my best to treat them,
but what can you do...

when a company
is dumping chemical waste
into the water table?

What can you do?

Is that really necessary?

[ Tires Squealing ]

My daughter's name was Eva.
She was beautiful.

I tried everything to save her,

but I couldn't.

Let's go. Get out.

Now!

Stop right there.

Turn around.

I wish it didn't have to
be this way, but this is
so much bigger than me.

And if I can't trust you,
then I cannot work with you.

- Listen...
- No, stop.

[ Sam ]
Think they pulled over
across the way.

Damn!
No, Mike, sit tight.

He's gonna kill her, Sam.
You're not gonna hit the guy
from here with a pistol.

She's better off
handling this on her own.

It's like you said.
She knew what she
was getting into.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The hardest thing to do...

when an operation goes bad
is nothing at all.

[ Grunts ]
It's pure torture.

But if it's the only way
to give a team member
a chance at survival,

you have no choice
but to stand by and watch.

I am sorry.

Bread pudding.

My first thought
when Claire died.

We had a fight.

I spilled juice...
cranberry juice...
on her sweater.

We said vicious things,
stupid things.

I made her favorite dessert
as an apology.

It tasted dreadful.

Claire... never knew.

My little sister died
angry at me.

I know how you feel
about the people
who killed your daughter.

I feel the same way
about the men who kept Claire
from trying my awful dessert.

I... I never told anyone
that before.

If you can't trust me, you
go ahead and pull that trigger.

After my daughter died,

I went to train
with the rebels in Colombia
for two years.

I taught them field medicine,

and they taught me how to fight,
to survive, to do...

- What had to be done.
- Exactly.

You kidnapped a man last week.

A scientist, Alan King.
It was in the paper.
I can do the math.

He works for Apex Industries.

I made it clear to them
that they need to shut down
their factory in Argentina.

The deadline's
in five hours.
They're not negotiating?

Maybe not this time,

but next time,
I think they will.

He's head counsel for Apex.

Always travels with security.

But like all of us,
he has a weakness.

He's going to meet
an escort tonight.

Let me guess.
I'm just his type.

Get him alone, we avoid
any unnecessary bloodshed.

Negotiators tend to be
a little more flexible
when they're the hostage.

And what happens
to Alan King
when you get this guy?

He has a daughter, Gabriel.

I don't want to hurt him.
Trust me.

But sometimes,
to do something good,

we must first do
something terrible.

You know I don't have a choice.

Apex has to learn
that we're serious.

[ Michael Narrating ] Anyone
with a little tradecraft knows
spilling a drink on yourself...

is a common excuse
to leave a table.

To convince a pro it's truly
an accident then, you have to
sell it with more than iced tea.

[ Gasps ]
I'm so sorry.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

I should clean up.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

[ Phone Beeping ]
Michael?

- Fi? You in the hotel?
- It doesn't matter.

We're not staying.
The hostage wasn't
at Gabriel's house.

Forget about the hostage.
Do what you have to do,
but get out of there.

He's not letting me out of
his sight until I help kidnap an
executive from Apex Industries.

Once I do, he's gonna
kill the hostage.

How long before
he kills the hostage?

About three hours.
He's taking me back
to the house to change.

- Help me stop this.
- All right. Tell me
what's in your bag.

Hurry, before
he gets suspicious.

Sunglasses, duct tape
and a lipstick.

Okay, we can work with that.
I'm gonna leave you a package
at the house,

same way we used to do
the drops in Dublin.

I'm not gonna risk
losing you again, Fi.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Sam ] What do we got?
A couple hours?

Why don't you just let me
drop the package to Fi?
You see Gilroy.

There's one thing
he's good at, it's getting
your mind off of things.

Thanks, Sam.

So, should I be asking
why you're playing with
my lipsticks, Sam?

Uh, that's sort of N.T.K.

Oh, sorry,
in civilian speak, that's...
Need to know?

Yeah.
So, what?

You're gonna plant a bug
on Fi, right?

Try this.

Midnight Shadows.
[ Chuckles ]
It's got a nice heft to it.

Put something in there,
they'll never know it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Planting a surveillance device
inside an existing item...

is all about working
with what you have.

If the battery necessary
to power a bug is too big,
you can't use it.

A tracker with a ping system,
on the other hand,

can send your location
in bursts and doesn't
suck a lot of power,

making a terrific accessory
for any lady on the go.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Clears Throat ]

The hell you think you're doing?

Hey, back off, Curly.
I'm collecting soil samples
for H.Q.

Hey, we can
do this the easy way
or the hard way,

but we're getting to the bottom
of this crabgrass situation.

No, no, no.
You get out of here.
Ohh!

[ Michael ] You know, I thought
we'd be meeting a little
closer to the airport.

Still stuck on those flight
records you stole for me?
Well, forget them.

Your stage is here.
Tomorrow, I'll be driving
through here.

Your job is to keep the road
clear of witnesses, obstacles,
that sort of thing.

I'll pick you up
at a rendezvous point, and
we'll be on our merry way.

When do I get
to work my magic
with the .50 cal?

Oh, no. This stays with me.
I take care of anyone who slips
past you and the bridge.

Of course, one prefers not
to use such things in populated
areas. The rounds go for miles.

Wow. You keep me in the dark
and you hold on
to the artillery.

You said
I was getting everything
I needed to know today.

You said we were partners.
But we are, Michael.

I'm the partner who tells you
what to do, and you're
the partner who does it.

Hilarious.
Have fun on your own.

It's about a man, an inmate.
He handpicked you for this job.

I'd say he's rather
obsessed with you.

His name?
Sorry. He'd kill me
if I spoiled the surprise.

Sorry. Not good enough.

[ Grunts ]

[ Coughs ]

Time for second thoughts
is over.
Tomorrow, don't come for me.

Don't come
for the obscene fortune
we're going to make.

Come for all the people
I have to kill
if you don't do your job.

You'll meet the target
at the bar.

He'll invite you up
to his room, at which point,
you take out his guards.

No guns.
Silence is golden.

Me and my men
will be in afterwards
to show him out.

They're in position now.

[ Beeping ]
Attagirl, Fi.

Her signal's coming through
loud and clear.
Okay, take a right.

So, Gilroy
has you doing guard duty
out in the boonies?

At least you don't have to
hijack a plane.

He must have someone else
at the airport.

He wouldn't go through
all this trouble to have me
babysit some pavement.

Tomorrow I may need you
to hang around the airport
with some of your cop buddies.

You got it.
Ah, Fi just pinged again
from the same spot.

Looks like they've reached
their destination.

Same hotel. Gabriel used
the lunch as a scouting trip.

All right. I'll stay in the car
in case one of Gabe's goons
is in there.

So, any bright ideas on how
to stop Gabe's next kidnapping?

Figuring it out as I go, Sam.

[ Chuckles ]
Good luck with that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like con men, spies know
that in the workplace,

a clipboard is as good
as a skeleton key.

But nobody from
the health inspector's
office called.

What part of "surprise visit"
do you not understand?

You want me to just shut
this place down right now?
I am not gonna sugarcoat this.

We've been getting more letters
than the North Pole
about this kitchen!

This is not a drill!
You two!

I want you to pull
every head of lettuce
from this afternoon!

We find rat feces,
you find a new job.

- Let's go!
- Let's go.

You, I want you to go
into the freezer.

I want you to find
expiration dates
on all the meat.

Let's move! Let's go!

I don't care who you are.

You can't order the employees
to stop working without
the manager's permission.

Well, then you should go...
You know, go get the manager.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Restaurant kitchens have
grease fires all the time.

A little oil on a burner,
and you can clear out
a restaurant...

[ Alarm Ringing ]
without raising
too much suspicion...

or causing too much damage.

Hey, you got
a grease fire in there.

What?
Still, it's best not to stick
around too long...

after you've
set a kitchen on fire.

[ Chattering ]
[ Alarm Continues ]

We have to assume
the operation's
been compromised.

Compromised? It was a fire.
It's called bad luck.

I don't believe
in bad luck, okay?
I'm shutting this down.

Leave your things here.
We can't risk leaving
any evidence behind.

- [ Beeps ]
- Oh, she's back
on the grid, Mike.

- How far?
- About two miles.

Something tells me, though,
they're not headed to the beach.

Chances are he's
taking her to the hostage.

Gabriel's gonna kill him
or have Fi do it for him.

No one guarding
your hostage?
Not necessary.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The most careful bad guys
don't just watch for tails...

and wipe off fingerprints.

If you want to be extra sure
you can't be traced,

you rig
all the evidence against you
to go up in flames...

if anyone starts looking
somewhere they shouldn't.

This is a sedative drip.

If you want to
end it all, all you do
is increase the dosage.

Completely painless.

- Another trick you learned
from your rebels?
- No. This one I taught them.

[ Michael Narrating ] There's
a risk in being too obsessed
with countersurveillance.

Spend your life paranoid,
always looking for threats,

and it makes it easy for someone
to find them for you.

Pros call it "seeing ghosts."

[ Whispers ]
Did you see that?
Gabriel, in the grass.

Stay here.
[ Pistol Cocks ]

Well, this is it.

Last place we got a signal.
So where's Fi?

Fiona!

- Fiona!
- [ Clanging ]

I'm sorry, but I cannot
let you kill an innocent man.

What are you
talking about, "innocent?"
My daughter was innocent!

The children
his company is killing,
they're innocent!

- Who's protecting them, huh?
- Inside.

What would you have done
for Claire?

- How far would you have gone?
- Get inside.

That's right.
We're the same, you and me.

The only difference
are the circumstances.

Tell me I'm wrong.

- The police will be here soon.
- I can't go to jail.
You know that.

Everything I worked for
will be wasted!

Good-bye, Gabriel.
Maybe someday...

There's not going
to be a someday.

I only have
one thing to live for,
and now that's gone!

What are you doing?

- Give me the key!
- No!

- Give me the key!
Let me help you!
- You want to help me?

Go back down to Argentina
and tell them that I failed!

Tell them they're on their own!

No!

Go!

Get out of here! Go!

- Get out of here now!
- Goddamn you!

Jesus.
Fi!

Mike, what are you doing?
Get him clear!

No, goddamn it! You're
gonna suffocate in there!
I'll get Fi. You get him out.

You're not out
in one minute,
I'm coming in after ya.

Fiona, we're going now!
No! I'm not leaving
without him!

So the cops
picked up Gabriel
at the warehouse.

He's looking at
some serious time.

Oh, got
a very interesting call
from Alan King though.

He's getting files together
on Apex Industries...

All their shenanigans
down in Argentina.

He's blowing the whistle?
Well, Fi gave him
a, uh... a talking-to.

Goody bags are going out
to all the media types
right now.

So, if I had stock in Apex...
Whoo... I'd sell.

[ Knocking ]

Hey.

Brought some chicken soup
for Fi.

Don't worry.
I didn't make it.

She's resting.
Mmm.

Drink?
Yeah.
Don't go easy on me.

I ran out of cigarettes
on the way over.

- About that time, Mike?
- Yeah. Mom, do you think you
can hang here for a while?

Cavalry should be headed
to the airport now.

- Long story.
- Whatever.

You play nice, boys.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like new parents, spies take
preventative measures...

to ensure a safe environment.

Only instead of baby-proofing
cabinets and electrical sockets,

they use more extreme methods.

When you're creating an
explosion to keep people back,
you can't go halfway.

It's never ideal,
but for their own protection,

you have to make sure
they know you mean business.

Then the only trick is
to set it off without blowing
everyone to kingdom come.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Horns Blaring ]

[ Chattering ]
[ Woman On Radio ]

- [ Phone Beeping ]
- Yeah, Sam?

Mike, I've been
trying to get through
for a half an hour.

Looks like our plan
to sic the F.B.I. on Gilroy at
the airport is not gonna fly.

A fuel truck crashed into
a Cessna on the runway.

They're rerouting flights
all over Florida.

The cops have got
this whole area blocked off.

Gilroy's not hijacking a plane,
he's diverting it.

Yeah. My guess is you're not
stationed at some pass-through
in the sticks.

- I'm guarding Gilroy's
landing strip.
- Right, and I'll tell you what.

The cops are bird-dogging
a stray plane. They're headed
your way, partner.

They cross this bridge,
Gilroy's gonna shred 'em
with his .50 cal.

He's gonna pick me up in a few
minutes. You gotta tell 'em
to stay back until he does.

What? You think the cops
are gonna take my word
for it, Mike?

Buenos días, mis amigos.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- Westen.

Gilroy, hearing lots
of sirens over here.

- Wouldn't have anything to do
with a lost plane, would it?
- This is why we rehearsed.

Now, stop your bellyaching
and do your job,
or I'll do it for you.

Our guest is so keen
to meet you.

See you soon, Michael.
[ Sirens Wailing ]

Gilroy, we need to leave now.

They say
if you live long enough,
you'll see everything.

- What happened?
- Paid me $10 million.

Turns out his plan was
to shoot me, come after you.

- Who?
- [ Inhales ]
His name is Simon.

Apparently, I'm not
his only friend in Miami.

[ Beeping ]
Sorry.

Did I mention I'm attached
to an explosive device?

[ Beeping Quickens ]

Perhaps you should run along.

[ Rapid Beeping ]