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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.

- Mike, I'm telling you, don't do it.
- What? You don't like the belt?

I'm not kidding around here. You
gotta put a kibosh on this.

Sam, we talked about it. Well, maybe
we didn't talk about it enough.

You're working for the same sons
of bitches that burned you, Mike.

And now you're gonna meet
with this Vince guy?

Vaughn. Vaughn. Good
name for a vampire.

I'm just saying, I don't think
you thought this through.

I don't love working with him, but
what we're doing is important.

Why? 'Cause Simon got out?

Okay, he was a bad guy.
Okay, a very bad guy.

But he's stuck in a dungeon somewhere.
Problem solved.

If it was just about Simon, maybe, but the
guy who helped him escape has bigger plans.

I know you feel this is on your shoulders,
but it's not your job to solve everything.

Just walk away. I got an innocent
man burned for looking into this.

If I stop now, I'll have ruined
Jesse Porter's life for nothing.

Okay, fine.

But I still think Vaughn
is a vampire name.

[ Door Closes ]

Hey, pal. You're looking well.

Miami sunshine's working
wonders for you.

Well, I get a little pasty when my
pals lock me in a secret prison.

So how's our project coming?
Slowly.

I've been looking through
Jesse Porter's files.

It's a few thousand pages
of raw intelligence.

Yeah. We should talk
about, uh, Jesse Porter.

- What about him?
- F.B.I. picked him up, then released him.

They decided it was better to let him go.
Keep the incident quiet.

He's been laying low, making calls
to people around the government...

to figure out who
stole his files.

He's looking for who burned him.

Don't worry. We're gonna
have him taken care of.

- Taken care of?
- Look, it's nothing lethal.

Just gonna put him on a plane to
a nice remote holding facility.

Vaughn, that's a mistake. It's more
efficient to use him as a resource.

So, you sure you're not feeling
sentimental just 'cause you burned him?

No. Everything we need
is inside Jesse's head.

You put me in charge of the investigation.
Let me handle Jesse.

Phone records.

Allied Financial Services? Yeah.

Jesse hacked their P.B.X. switch.
He's using it to make his calls.

Bug it, boss.

That should set you on
the way to locating him.

I'm just curious.

Have you thought at all about what you're
gonna say to Jesse when you find him?

"Hi, I'm Michael. I
destroyed your life."

I'll try to avoid that subject.

Has it occurred to you that avoiding
Jesse might be a good idea?

You've toyed with him enough.

I'm gonna do everything
I can to help him, Fi.

First, I gotta find him.

Well, I guess a little Sunday
break-in never hurt anyone.

[ Sighs ]

[ Rattling ]

[ Steady Tone ]

We got 90 seconds.

Be surprised what I
can do in 90 seconds.

[ Michael Narrating ] Housed
in office utility rooms,

a P.B.X. is the phone switchboard
for a whole company.

Using a router with
upgraded firmware,

pros can hack them to make untraceable
calls from the comfort of their own homes.

It's how spies get
free long distance.

Identifying the right line
to bug on a P.B.X....

is as simple as matching call times from
your records to those in the computer.

Of course, if you have to comb
through thousands of phone calls,

it's easier said than done.

Everyone knows spies are good
with languages and firearms.

But they need to be
great storytellers too.

If you can't keep a break-in secret, you
have to get creative to cover your tracks.

If a company's just laid
off half its staff,

no one asks many questions when it looks
like an ex-employee broke in to make a mess.

Taking your sweet time, Michael.

You need to buy us
some more time, Fi.

[ Alarm Wailing ] That's
our cue to leave, Michael.

- What took you so long?
- [ Alarm Continues ]

[ Whispering ] I thought you
were gonna buy us more time.

I knew you were gonna say that.

How's that? Very good.

[ Sam ] Anybody home?

Mom.

Mom! [ Gasps ] Whoa!

- Jesus!
- Okay, we both get a text.

[ Together ] "Need help now."

And you don't answer your phone?
We thought you were under siege!

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not
up on texting etiquette.

I'm-I'm converting the
garage to a rental.

And I thought you boys could lend a hand.
You're taking in a renter?

I am.

I already have him lined up. He
has a cat, and he's very nice.

- Do you think this is a good idea?
- I do.

I could use the extra money
and a little company.

Uh, Mom, we use the garage for work.
Yeah.

For, um... Private...

- Private work. - You mean building
bombs and interrogating people?

When you were on vacation in prison,
Michael, I realized something.

I could use more stable
people in my life.

Not people who sleep with
guns under their pillows.

All right, Mom, what
do you need done?

I promised I'd tile the
garage before he moves in.

You know, I'm a
little hurt, Maddy.

You never spruced the
place up when I was here.

That's because he's a
paying renter, Sam.

Not someone who's gonna detonate
explosives in my solarium.

[ Static ]

[ Exhales ]

You know, Mike, some guys...

listen to a thing called
music while they work.

It's sort of like talking,

only with, you
know, instruments.

That tap on Jesse's
phone line...

is our only lead
on his location.

Let the static soothe you.

So this, uh, Jesse, he was
in counterintelligence, eh?

And?

Well, I was just
thinking, you know,

these are the guys who
interrogate spies.

Their job is seeing through
people like you... like us.

I know it's risky, Sam.

But right now, it's
the only way I...

[ On Speaker ] Hey,
it's Jesse Porter.

[ Man ] You shouldn't call me at home.
You're radioactive.

I get caught talking to
you, I lose my pension.

[ Jesse ] Look, I'm not dirty. Somebody
set me up. You gotta believe me, Freddy...

[ Freddy ] I know. I made a few calls. Got
my hands on something you need to see.

Okay, what is it? Do you know
who... This line's not secure.

We need to meet
in person, today.

[ Jesse ] All right. The park near
my place. Ocean and Lexington. 4:00.

Well, sounds like Jesse might have a
lead on the person who burned him.

Look on the bright side. We have his
location. I'm calling Fi. [ Phone Beeping ]

Okay, for the record,

I already hate
everything about this.

[ Michael ] How's
it looking, Sam?

Same as an hour ago. All
quiet on the western front.

Mike, I'm projectile
sweating down here.

Turning my new Hawaiian
into a dishrag.

And you know, we're talking
about a poly-silk blend here.

Dry-clean only. And it's ruined.

Okay, Sam, you can bill me.

Damn straight.

You know, I feel for Jesse.
Alone, hauled out,

sealed off like toxic waste.

I do too, Fi. Trust me. I
know what he's going through.

Except Jesse didn't wake up next to
someone who had his back like you did.

As I recall, I woke up
because somebody kicked me.

The point is you have a team.

That team may include a
washed-up old boozehound...

You're on speaker, Fi. [ Fiona
] You know what I mean.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Here comes Jesse.

Ooh. He is a strapping
fellow, isn't he?

- [ Jesse ] Hi, Fred. - Oh, and
that must be Jesse's mystery date.

Thanks for coming, man.

[ Sam ] Got two S.U.V.s,
blacked-out windows.

Something tells me they're not
with the neighborhood watch.

[ Jesse ] How you been?
You okay?

Jesse, I'm sorry. What
are you gonna do, right?

[ Sam ] Okay, that's a trap.
Mikey, this is not good.

They're gonna have him hemmed in.
We gotta warn Jesse.

We can't let him see us. If he
knows we're watching him... Here.

We can't sit on our hands
while he gets ambushed.

He won't. He can get away.
Just hang on, Fi.

Fi, hang on!

[ Freddy ] He made me call you.

What the hell you talking about, Freddy?
Who? Who made you?

He had pictures of me.
Threatened to go to my wife.

I'm retired. My marriage
is all I got left.

Freddy, what the hell are you talking
about? What'd you do? [ Sighs ]

Sam, the bike locked to the pole behind
you. Pull the chain off the gear.

Okay, Mike, tell me what you
got and make it snappy.

You think that old arm of yours
can hit the power lines?

Are you kidding?

This bazooka took Amalie High to
the Michigan state quarterfinals.

[ Grunts ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Wrap a metal
chain around two power lines...

and you complete a very powerful electrical
circuit. [ Electricity Crackles ]

It can get you arrested, but it's a
good way to make a ruckus in a pinch.

Go, go, go!

- You sold me out to Khan?
- I didn't have a choice.

- [ Screaming ] - [ Man ]
Let's get out of here!

You're lucky this guy
can handle himself.

Well, he's lucky they
had Tasers, not guns.

[ Fiona On Headset ] I guess we're
not the only ones looking for Jesse.

We gotta find him
first, Michael.

[ Sighs ] I drove around his neighborhood
for hours. He didn't come back.

Cops found a body a
mile from the park.

Jesse's contact? Well, I guess he
wasn't worth much after the setup.

So who the hell were the guys
in the S.U.V.s? [ Phone Rings ]

- I don't know. - [ Beeps ]

- Give me good news. You find Jesse?
- I did.

About a minute before he was ambushed
by some amateur extraction team.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I
asked for good news.

Jesse got away. Do you know if
he has any old enemies in town?

What am I, Jesse's biographer?
I'm calling you for information.

I need you to use some of your resources.
Find out...

You're my resource on this.
You wanted to handle this?

Handle it. [ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Like
engineers and wedding planners,

spies obsess over details.

If you always keep a lock with the logo facing
in and suddenly you find it turned out,

you've got a problem.

When you know someone's about to get the drop
on you, you can play it safe and walk away.

Or you can pretend nothing's wrong, go about
your business and get the drop on them.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ] [ Thud ]

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Nightclub's closed on Mondays. But I'm
guessing you're not here to salsa dance.

You must be Michael Westen.
I heard you were good.

Right now, I'm just a guy pointing
a gun at your head. Who are you?

My name's Jesse Porter. And I've got a
problem that only you can understand.

And, uh, I need your help.

[ Jesse ] That's like meeting
a character out of a book.

Michael Westen, the burned spy.

People still talk, you know?

There's the, uh,
he-was-done-wrong folks.

And then there's the they-should've-shot-him
folks. Which side were you on?

Never mind. What
brings you here?

I was counterintelligence.
Someone stole my files.

Got blamed for the breach.
Eight years.

Eight years, they just booted
me out like it was nothing.

I'm sorry. For what it's
worth, I know how you feel.

Yeah, well... That's actually not
my biggest problem right now.

I got an old enemy coming after me. I figured
you must have a friend in the government.

How else could you have survived this long?
I just need to talk to someone.

I have friends, but not
in the government.

Your name doesn't even need to come up.
I can't help you there.

All right.

Thanks for the yogurt.

This old enemy, does
he have a name?

Yeah. Ming Khan. Son of a bitch thinks
I stole two million bucks from him.

Maybe I could help you there.

No. Man, look. He's, uh... You don't know
him. He's dangerous. He's connected.

I said I had friends. Let me
see what I can do for you.

- Why would you do that? - Part of me thinks
that burned spies need to stick together.

Yeah? What about the other part?

The other part thinks if a counterintel op
owed me a favor and got back in someday,

he could put in a
good word for me.

All right, man. You got a deal.

You know of any good motels, man?
I can't go back to my place.

You can't go to a
motel right now.

That's exactly where Khan will be looking
for you. We'll figure something out.

So I'm in charge of keeping secrets
from a counterintelligence agent?

He's crashing in a
vacant condo next door.

It's not like he's staying in your
living room. But he is using my duvet.

If another one of your
strays ruins my linens...

[ Whispering ] I will kill you.

You said yourself, Jesse needs
someone to watch his back.

That is not fair!

[ Whispering ] Using that
argument against me.

Fine.

There are worse things than having
a very cute next-door neighbor.

[ Fiona ] In exchange for
this, uh, downy soft bedding,

you get to tell us all
about this Khan person.

[ Jesse ] Oh, um...

Most of it's classified,
so I-I can't really...

Let's be clear.
Michael is the spy.

He cares about words
like "classified."

I, on the other hand,
only care about...

who it is I'm supposed
to be fighting.

Okay. Khan was a hotshot
in Asian drug shipping.

Got into some trouble with the local authorities,
came running to Uncle Sam to cut a deal.

He's a snitch, basically.

He's trading intel on his terrorist
pals for a life in America.

- You were his handler. - Yeah.

Got the job of debriefing him,
moving his money to U.S. banks.

First part went fine, money never
showed up. Chinese got it in transit.

- Poof. - And he blames you
for stealing his nest egg.

Not to be crass, but have you
considered shooting him?

I'd be all for it. But Khan's
got some powerful friends.

If I take a shot at him,
they'll come after me next.

That's why I wanted to find someone
in the government to shut it down.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen. But we
may be able to do the next best thing.

You know, if we can get him busted by the
cops, his friends will keep their distance.

Illegal weapons
charges might do it.

It'll be tough. But if we keep it
really heavy, 25 millimeter, maybe an...

- [ Together ] R.P.G.?
- R.P.G. Right.

Oh, you're serious.

So you have, like, a magic way
of setting him up for this?

No magic. We get him to buy the weapons.
We get him arrested.

You're gonna walk up to the
guy, start talking to him.

I'm a spy, Jesse. That's what we do.
Have things changed since I've been out?

[ Scoffs ] Khan is a
psycho, just so you know.

I seriously doubt y'all
have mutual friends.

Mutual enemy will do fine.

[ Chattering ]

[ Speaking Chinese ]

Hey, there. Can I talk to your boss?
Get the...

[ Bones Cracking ] [ Michael
Narrating ] Quick and excruciating,

few holds are more effective
than a simple thumb lock.

A little pressure on the right
spot... [ Bones Cracking ]

and your target will be learning how
to hold a fork with a new hand.

He might want to ice that.
Hey, we need to talk.

[ Groans ] And who might you be?

The name's Turner. We have a mutual
acquaintance... Jesse Porter.

Jesse Porter. Doesn't ring
a bell, does it, Mr. Lee?

So it was someone else...

who ran that half-ass
snatch and grab yesterday?

You know I was this close to laying
my hands on that son of a bitch...

until you guys blew it for me?

- How did you find us?
- There's only so many groups of guys...

carrying serious heat in Chinese
restaurants in Key Biscayne.

- So what do you want?
- I want to make a deal.

Why would we make a deal with you, Mr.
Turner?

Because I know where Jesse is.

Unless you guys have
never heard of him.

And then I'll just finish up here
and take my Mongolian beef to go.

What is it that you
want with, uh, Jesse?

There's a certain cartel willing to pay
top dollar to me for what's in his head.

I think there is a way
we can help each other.

I'm listening.

Your little fiasco with
Jesse sent him into hiding.

He's dug in like a tick.

Cement wall, claymore
mine in the door.

And you tell me where this
is on what condition?

I need some heavy
artillery to extract him.

I'm low on funds.

I could use a few extra hands.

So when we find Jesse, we're
supposed to just what, share him?

That's what we learned
in kindergarten.

I mean, you get what you need,

and then I take him
with me... Win-win.

We will find him on our own.
Thank you.

We don't go on armed assaults
with randoms off the street.

- Okeydokey, but... - Good day, Mr.
Turner.

Can I take the Mongolian beef?

I told you. A sales pitch
isn't gonna do it...

Give it time. Khan's tempted. We just
need to push him a little bit harder.

Right now they think they can
handle you on their own.

But we'll convince them they need help.
My help.

How do you propose to do that?
There's someone I want you to meet.

Jesse, this is Sam Axe. He's a
former Navy SEAL and a friend.

- Hey. Good to meet you.
- Likewise.

So, Mike told me
about your problem.

I had a buddy pull some paperwork. Turns
out Mr. Lee rents a place on Star Island.

So here's what I'm thinking.

Next time these guys head out for
grub, we stage a mock ambush on 'em.

Jesse, if you can position
yourself on the outside wall here,

you can hose the place down
with your assault rifle.

Do a triangle-of-death thing.
Drive 'em into here.

When you stop to reload, I'll swoop in, scare
you off, and I become Khan's guardian angel.

Okay, let me see this.

I dig it. I dig it. Just if we're
gonna do the triangle of death,

we gotta do it from inside the wall,
like, right here, like, in his face.

There's an armed guard that patrols the grounds,
Jesse. If you get any closer than that...

I'll have to deal with a
rent-a-thug all by my little self.

Okay, uh, quick F.Y.I. here.

We plan our missions with the wacky idea
of getting everybody out in one piece.

So just sit back, relax and let
us worry about the heavy lifting.

So, Mike. You think this is gonna
convince Khan to work with you...

or just that he should
pack up and leave?

Well, he thinks Jesse's
got his money.

He'll do what he has to do to get it.
Just cover me when I go in.

Did I mention I'm not a fan of running
a mission with a kid we barely know?

- Ten times. - I'm just saying,
these counterintel types, Mike...

They're lone wolves. They
are not team players.

This is Jesse's best shot to getting
Khan off his back. He'll behave.

Here we go, Sam.

[ Sam ] Okay, that's where Jesse
is supposed to set up shop.

And yet he's still moving.

[ Sam ] What the
hell is he doing?

His version of the plan.
Watch my back.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Grunting ]

Hey, Khan! You looking for me?

You want your
money, come get it!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like pro athletes,

spies know that no amount
of practice or planning...

simulates the adrenaline
rush of real action.

That's why you always have to be
ready to adjust tactics on the fly.

If a teammate suddenly
decides to shoot at you...

to convince the bad
guys you're enemies,

you go with the flow...

and shoot back.

Unbelievable. Are
you trying to die?

- Mr. Turner. - At your service.

Oh, come on, Mike. I can't take
out four jokers in one go.

Is this your way of thanking
me for saving your hides?

You have a bad habit of showing
up where you don't belong.

Are you guys impaired? Am I
talking too fast? Is that it?

I mean, I'm trying to get Jesse.

It doesn't take a
genius to figure out...

that he'd try to hit your place
after you went after him.

You still think you
can handle Jesse?

Fine. Kill me.

But the next time he pays you a visit,
you're gonna need more than new lawn art.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether
it's in the field or a showroom,

the most powerful move at the end of
a sales pitch is to just walk away.

It's an effective technique
to close a deal.

But it can also get
you shot in the back.

You have a flair for the dramatic, Mr.
Turner.

You've made your point.

Is that your way of saying you'd
like my help catching Jesse?

I'll be back tomorrow
with shopping lists.

Crack your piggy bank.
It's gonna cost ya.

Oh, and Khan,

tell your sidekick his safety's on.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, hey.

[ Gate Closes ] Oh, yeah.
Sorry about the car.

Hope you take a personal I.O.U.?
Good as gold.

What the hell did you think
you were doing back there?

Kicking ass. What? I had to get in
close to sell it. I got it done.

No. We got it done. You pull that Lone Ranger
crap again, you and me are gonna dance.

- Really? - Yeah.

- We're gonna dance?
- Uh-huh. We're dancing.

I will beat your old ass. Come on.
Pull the trigger.

Do it! Calm down!

What matters is that I'm
in with Khan and Lee.

You want to finish this when I'm
done, fine. We have work to do.

Okay by me, Mikey. Sooner we put
'em on a platter for the cops,

sooner we're done with
Billy the Kid here.

All right. So you got
the meeting with Khan.

- What happens if they smell a setup?
- We'll cross that bridge later.

For now, I need them to buy enough
artillery to start World War III.

[ Michael ] I don't know what level of
experience you have with this sort of thing,

but the trick with a bunker,
it's not about getting in.

It's about getting the
target out alive.

Well, I need him alive.

Right. So this is
what I propose.

Now, I can arrange delivery...

Three Barrett rifles,
tungsten-tip rounds?

Designed to punch
holes in tanks.

It'll cut through that bunker
like it's made of tissue paper.

A breaching ram, military-grade
tear gas and a grenade launcher.

Yeah. We pump in some gas, flush
out Jesse like the rat he is.

This is not even legal. This kind
of firepower is way too risky.

Too risky.

[ Spits ] You know, I spent
15 years in special ops...

Interrogating, tracking, climbing
into caves in Afghanistan.

You ever done that?

Yeah, I didn't think so. I know
what it takes to get it done.

[ Lee Speaks Chinese ]

I say we find Jesse on our own.
Take care of him our own way.

You know, your boy here
is awfully opinionated.

Last time I checked, though,
Jesse's hunting you.

He makes a point.

I've been hunting Agent
Porter for a long time.

I know what makes him tick. I know what
it takes to get what you want from him.

But I need the right
tools to grab him.

You have the cash. I can get a guy
who can get everything we need.

Now I'm tired of Mr. Lee
second-guessing everything I say.

If we have a deal, you say so.
Otherwise, I go my own way.

Provide an account where you'd
like your money wired, Mr. Turner.

[ Clears Throat ]

We will make the arrangements.

Fi, Khan went for it.
Let's get a truck ready.

Make it look like I'm a guy who
moves a lot of heavy weapons.

Any preference on color? I'll leave that
to you, but I need it by tomorrow morning.

I gotta head to my mom's. Her renter's
cat found some of my old detonators.

Uh-oh. Bye-bye, tenant.

Yeah, he moved out. Can you
and Jesse handle the truck?

I'm sure we'll be fine.

[ Michael Narrating ] When using a
street vehicle to haul serious weapons,

some modifications are in order.

Heavy-duty coil springs are used by
dune buggies to race across the desert.

Add them to your
suspension system,

and you can hit a few potholes
without snapping an axle.

A strut brace over your engine
stabilizes your center of gravity.

And nothing helps with a fast getaway
like a nitrous oxide tank...

connected to your fuel injector.

All righty.

Think that's everything Westen
needs for his gun deal with Khan?

If Michael can't make an escape in
this, then he deserves to get caught.

[ Chuckles ]

You're pretty handy
with that wrench.

You're pretty handy with a gun...
for a desk jockey.

Michael told me about your little
one-man rampage at Khan's.

I actually started in the field.

They stuck me in counterintel 'cause I
tended to, uh, go after all the bad guys,

not just the ones they
wanted me to get.

Turns out some guys can watch a dude
smack his girlfriend around in a bar...

and some guys can't.

I knew I liked you.

Michael's gonna be a while. You,
uh... You want to take it for a spin?

[ Fingers Snap ] Hell, yes.

- [ Fi Chuckles ] -
[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael ] Who says Christmas
only happens once a year?

The Barretts are in the bag.
Here are your launchers.

Turn that frown upside down.
Are we happy?

We are. The rest of your
money is on its way now.

So when do we find Jesse?

I'm gonna take you to him. Let's mount up.
Just give me a hand with the ammo.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies know the most distrusting
people are often the easiest to manipulate.

If you want someone to drive around
with a trunk full of illegal weapons,

just insist on
doing it yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell
do you think you're doing?

I'm... putting the guns in.

I mean, this truck has been
specially outfitted for the weight.

No way. You think we're gonna
spend that kind of money...

and just let you
drive off with it?

I'm not driving off with anything.
I'm meeting you at the bunker.

And we're just supposed
to trust you, right?

[ Speaking Chinese ]

We take the weapons. [ Chinese ]

You know, with all due respect, Mr.
Khan,

are you out of your
frickin' mind?

You know how illegal
these guns are.

Your fender's gonna be
dragging on the pavement.

- [ Suspension Creaking ] - Some port
authority stooge is gonna call the cops.

Right now, I'm more worried
about you than the cops.

Suit yourself.

[ Bag Thuds ] Lift
with the knees.

[ Suspension Creaking ]

Uh, yeah. Hi, police?

Um, I think I just
saw a drug deal.

Yeah, guys with
guns loading bags.

Uh-huh. Hyperion
Road, by the port.

- [ Michael ] Take the next left,
two blocks. - [ Speaking Chinese ]

- [ Rattling ] - [
Sirens Wailing ]

Damn. What did I tell you?

- [ Speaking Chinese ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] If you find
yourself in a high-speed pursuit...

while driving in a caravan,

you don't always have to
be faster than the cops.

You just have to be faster
than the guy next to you.

- Of course, it helps if you are faster
than the cops. - [ Gas Hissing ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Sirens Continue ]

[ All Grunting ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Sirens Stop ]

Hands on your head! Hands
on your head! Get up!

Get up! Get up! Get up
against... Get in there!

[ Officer ] Stand up.
Officer, let-let us explain.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ] [ Officer ♪2 ]
You have the right to remain silent.

You worried about the cops now?

Jesse, it's Michael again.

Where are you? Call me back.

[ Fiona ] Four messages?
[ Phone Beeps ]

Don't you think you might
seem a little desperate?

He took us out for a hundred dollar
thank-you dinner last night.

- And now he won't return my calls?
- Relax.

All his stuff is
still at the condo.

I don't think Jesse's the type to
leave without saying good-bye.

He's not you. [ Cell
Phone Ringing ]

- It's Khan.
- Shouldn't he be in jail?

[ Ringing Continues
] Let's find out.

[ Beeps ] Khan!

Oh, I thought you got pinched.

Yes. Years ago, I did a favor for the
people at the Drug Enforcement Agency.

[ On Speaker ] It wasn't easy, but my lawyers
persuaded them to, uh, return the courtesy.

Oh, you were sitting on a get-out-of-jail-free
card. Oh, that's beautiful.

Listen, give me another day.
We'll take another run at it.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You see, Jesse stuck his head
out when he thought I was gone.

[ Groans ] He was unaware I kept
his apartment under surveillance.

You got Jesse?

Picked him up two hours ago.

We've been trying to get him to talk,
but so far he has been uncooperative.

[ Electricity Crackles
] [ Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Panting ]

Now you said you knew
all about Jesse...

and the art of, uh,
interrogation.

- Perhaps you could come talk to him.
- Oh, it'll be my pleasure.

Yeah, you remember
our deal though.

You get what you're after,
and then I get Jesse.

That only works if
he's in one piece.

I'll try not to do any
permanent damage.

[ Panting ]

- [ Electricity Crackles
] - [ Screaming ]

[ Fiona ] At least the cops
seized Khan's heavy artillery.

Five of them, three of us.
It's almost a fair fight.

No, we can't solve
this with guns, Fi.

It's too easy for them to just
kill Jesse if things get hot.

Well, do you have a better idea?

Yeah. We need to convince
Khan to let me take Jesse.

Wait. Did you hit your
head during the car chase?

Khan is not gonna let you take
Jesse until he gets his money,

which is a problem because
Jesse didn't steal it.

I know, Fi. We're gonna have to convince
him that someone else stole the money.

- Someone? Who? - Lee.

Well, how are you gonna pull that off?
He's Khan's closest adviser.

Which means he had access and opportunity.
I can sell this. You find Barry.

You have him get everything you can about
the account Khan used to buy the guns.

If Khan pays Lee from
the same place...

We can use it to get Lee's
personal bank account.

But... if I do get a number, how
are you gonna make Jesse say it?

I'm gonna bring Jesse
a cheat sheet.

Fi, baby.

I told you on the phone. I can't
talk now 'cause I'm in a meeting.

Oh, well, uh...

Meeting adjourned. Scram, honey.

I...

What the hell was that?

You just cost me a client.

Although that was smoking hot.

My business accounts.

A bad man bought
some guns from me.

I need you to trace this wire
transfer back to the source.

I need information about
the original account.

Transfers, linked accounts,
names, dates, everything.

So you only want the moon.
That can't be done.

You're asking me to
bribe bank officials.

Oh, you've never bribed
a bank official?

Yeah, I have, when I'm looking for new
clients, but this is my business.

[ Typing ] [ Beeps ]

[ Sam ] I think I got
something here, Mike.

You wanted someone who could
pass for a relative of Jesse's.

Cathy Porter from Dallas. She
passed away five days ago.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] It's the
right age, right complexion.

Well, that is perfect, Sam.
[ Beeps ]

Fi, tell me you got something.

Lee's personal accounts
are in Antigua.

Looks like Khan pays
him 30 grand a month.

You are a miracle worker!

Yeah. I'm sending you the number now.
Oh, and Michael?

Barry made me promise him dinner to hear
how he can maximize my offshore finances.

- You owe me. - Yes, I do.

All right, change Cathy's
birthplace to Antigua.

And we need to adjust the
online archive number.

You sure you want to play
follow-the-leader with Jesse?

I mean, the guy's not exactly
great at taking direction.

I got him into this, Sam.
I'm gonna get him out.

How's our boy? Still breathing.

He won't speak, despite our encouragements.
Well, what did I tell you?

If you hurt him, it just makes it that much
harder to get anything useful out of him.

The man stole a lot
of money from me.

Until I find out what happened to it, he's
mine to deal with as I please, Mr. Turner.

Jesse probably spent the money years ago. We
should just kill him and be done with it.

And stop doing business
with strangers.

Did you guys talk about killing
Jesse in front of him?

In English?

I thought so. There's
your problem.

I mean, if a man knows he's gonna
die, he has no reason to speak up.

And how will you motivate him?
Kind words and a warm cup of tea?

No. With what's inside
this briefcase.

[ Michael Narrating ] Few
things are more dangerous...

than passing a message in
plain view of hostiles.

To do it, you need a reason
to get close to someone.

You don't get to be
choosy about how.

Looks like we got a bleeder.
Hello, Agent Porter.

Now, Agent Porter, I know why
you haven't been talking.

You think you'll be killed if you
admit you stole Khan's money.

You need to
understand something.

Your life is not the only
thing that is on the line.

This is an obituary
of one Cathy Porter,

killed five days ago
in a home invasion.

Can you see the resemblance?

Wait a minute. What?
For what it's worth,

she had some nice things to
say about you in the end.

No. What? You killed my Aunt
Cathy, you son of a bitch!

How else was I gonna find you? You know,
she put up a good fight for a civilian.

She is survived by
her sister Deborah.

You know her as Mom.

I was thinking about paying
her a visit next. Maybe not.

So, I want you to look at
this picture very closely...

when I ask you this question.

The money, where did it go?

Some guy called me. He, uh...

He said he'd kick back a
hundred grand in cash...

if I routed the funds to
his account in Antigua.

Antigua? That could be someone
connected to our banks!

Mr. Khan, let's not discuss
our personal funds...

I want you to give me the account
number you sent the money to now!

I don't know! It was a year ago.
I can't remember.

It's over! The money's gone!
Let's just shoot him!

What did I say about
threatening his life?

I don't know what
his problem is.

But if you want to find your money,
you'll tell him to keep his mouth shut!

Lee, enough.

Jesse. May I call you Jesse?

I want you to think about your Aunt Cathy
and about her last moments on earth...

and whether you want the same thing
to happen to the rest of your family.

I want you to look at her,

and you think about her.

Does this jog your memory?

And don't tell me
you don't know.

Spies, they're trained to lie. They're
also trained to remember numbers.

- He said he'd kill me.
- You think I won't kill her?

9 Alpha 6 4 dash 2 Echo
3 5 dash Charlie 0 1.

That wasn't so hard. Now was it?

Now what you'll need to do
is find out whose account...

You're lying! He's lying!
You stay off!

That's my account!
How did you get...

Khan, tell him to put that gun down! I've
given you everything you've asked for!

[ Hammer Cocks ]

What are you doing? [
Speaking Chinese ]

You know what happens to
people who steal from me! Huh?

Huh?

[ Groans ]

Mr. Khan? Mr. Khan?

I've seen that wound before. He'll survive,
but you gotta get him to the hospital.

That was awfully Christian of you,
giving Khan free medical advice.

Well, I have seen
that wound before,

and he'll be dead
in five minutes.

Oh! Go through all that
trouble to save my ass...

and leave the old guy in
charge of the getaway.

Buckle up, rookie. Try not
to bleed on the upholstery.

Gotta hand it to you. Your little
trio can handle its business.

Yeah. We have a few
notches in our belt.

Hey, thank you for this, but I see
why the condo next door is vacant.

There's a bee infestation.
It's constant buzzing.

It's like I'm living in a frickin' hive.
I gotta find a new place.

Oh, there's no need. We have a friend
with a space, don't we, Michael?

My mom? Fi, I don't think
that's a good idea.

She has enough burned
spies in her life.

Well, I already spoke to her.
It's done.

Okay. Well, thank you, Fiona.

Why did you go back to your
place when Khan grabbed you?

What was worth the risk?

It's a... Saint
Christopher's medal.

Patron saint of safe passage.
It belonged to my mom.

She had a thing about keeping us protected.
[ Clears Throat ]

- Well, I guess it worked for you.
- Yeah. Yeah, just not for her.

Michael.

- Man, let's celebrate.
- What are we celebrating?

You had a great week.
You won Jesse's trust.

Now we can root around
inside that brain of his.

And by this time Friday, we'll
have everything we need.

I wouldn't be too optimistic.

I'm working him for classified
details about a conspiracy.

If I push too hard,
he'll get suspicious.

Well, if you need some help
getting him to open up,

- I have some friends who can
help facilitate. - Torture.

Point is, Michael,
we're on a clock here.

So for Jesse's sake, get at it.

This is my very best gun cleaner.
Little goes a long way.

Thank you. I'll use it wisely.

He's trouble. I like him.

You know, it's really nice of you to let
Jesse stay here, but he can't pay you rent.

That's all right. He's already
offered me several grand in I.O.U.s.

Mom, I thought you wanted someone
nice staying here who liked cats.

Now you're sharing gun cleaner.

Yeah, well, nice is overrated.

I forgot how much I hate cats.

I mean, you and Sam
and Fi may be nuts,

but, you know, you're doing
something with your life,

and I just like
being a part of it.

What kind of sissy wouldn't sleep
with a gun under his pillow anyway?

Love what you've
done with the place.

Don't knock it. Your
mom's my decorator.

I can tell. [ Chuckles ]

Hey, listen. If you're
gonna stay here,

we should probably talk
about why you were burned.

Told you. I got set up.

People don't just get set
up for no reason, Jesse.

You asking me about top
secret information, Westen?

Well, if you're like me, you
won't stop kicking over rocks...

until you find out
what happened.

You're out in the cold, Jess.

- It's dangerous to do it alone.
- Yeah. So I've noticed.

I was looking into some pretty serious
stuff when they threw me out.

Wars, terror attacks. I had a lead
on a guy that was tied into it.

Maybe I got too close.
I don't know.

You want help finding that guy?

Look, before I let you in on this,
I need to tell you something.

I'm seeing this through.

One day, the old bosses are
gonna welcome me back.

They're gonna give me a commendation,
and I'll smile for the camera.

But then I'm gonna find the
person that ruined my life...

and I'm gonna kill him.

Are you good with that?

Yeah, I'm good with that.