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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 ] Interrogating
a hostile prisoner...

is a little like
proposing marriage.

You want to get it right
on the first try.

So you don't settle until
you find the perfect spot.

You take special care to create the
right ambience and set the mood.

[ Drill Whirring ]

[ Drill Whirring ]

And then you wait for the best
moment to pop the question.

Let's go.

What? We said 48 hours, man.

It's been 48 hours, 17 seconds.

I'm sick of waiting. Let's go.

Do you know how many months I spent
trying to link assassinations in Chile...

to bombings in Hamburg, to
bank accounts in Switzerland?

I finally get one lead.

Kendra in there
strangled him to death.

I kinda want to know why.
Let's go.

So do I, but that's not
a Girl Scout in there.

Kendra's a trained operative.
You can't just go in there...

She tried to put a knife
through your heart, Michael.

- You want to go in and play it cool?
- Not exactly.

Listen. We don't know
anything about this woman,

other than she likes
to wear tight pants...

and dump bodies from the
wheel wells of planes.

All right? We gotta
break her from scratch.

Fear up. That is the only
technique on the menu.

- If I could finish a
thought... - [ Exhales ]

It's not about what we know.
It's about what she knows.

She knows that we're not government.
That means we're private.

That means we can sell her as
an uncooperative prisoner.

- You're talking about a rendition play?
- I was trying to.

- Okay. Delta's had some success with
that in Afghanistan. - Yeah, I know.

I hope you listen
better in there.

Just follow my lead.

[ Chuckles ] There he is.

I'm glad you came back. I
was getting so lonely.

And look. You brought a friend.

Let's start with something easy.

Who do you work for?

Where's your staff?

You're only gonna get so many chances to
answer my questions, so pay attention.

I get where you're going
with the whole vibe here.

But you need a cart with
some scary pliers and a saw.

- Stuff like that.
- That what you want?

Just tell me who you work for.

I'll give you a hint. I
don't work for that guy.

That much I know.

I had a nice little chat
with his Serbian pals.

They perked right up
when I told them...

I was holding the woman who
killed their weapons supplier.

Pretty sure they have one of those
carts you like, with all the tools.

So what? I answer
your questions or...

I get paid, and you
answer theirs.

[ Chuckles ]

Shall I give 'em a call?

[ Michael Narrating ] The threat of
rendition is usually more persuasive...

than the fear of
immediate torture.

For prisoners who want to believe
that they've hit rock bottom,

the idea that their circumstances
could get even worse...

is a powerful motivator.

It's kind of like the grass always
being greener, only in reverse.

One last chance, Kendra.
Who do you work for?

You know, one time I did an interrogation
with some Eastern Europeans.

They like to start at the
feet and work their way up.

But even if they made it
all the way to my head...

Say like this...

I think I could handle it.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure
that I could handle it.

- Okay, that's enough. That's enough.
Stop. - [ Laughs ]

Oh, you're just adorable.

- Thank you. It's so sweet.
- Outside! Now!

[ Laughing ]

What the hell was that?

One of us had to stop her
from scrambling her brains.

I know. You did the right thing.

What?

Yeah. I know I did. So what?
Why did...

Rendition only works when the
bad cop isn't in the room.

She invited him in and
kicked him in the teeth.

Our play was dead. We needed a new one.
Now we've got it.

We don't have a damn thing.
That woman is a predator.

She's overconfident around
people she thinks of as prey.

You're the prey, Jesse.

So I'm the weak link.

I'm the guy with the bosses
breathing down his neck.

That's what I was
trying to tee up.

Okay. All right.

But look, if we make the soft play, it
is just me in that room from now on.

Okay? I gotta be out on
an island by myself.

That's the only way
this can possibly work.

I know. And this better work.

- You want me to what?
- You know, back Jesse up.

Okay. Mike, you lied to me.

You brought me here
under false pretenses.

I am now officially
eating my lunch...

and drinking my beer in protest.

Noted. But I didn't lie to you.

I said I needed your
help, which is true.

Yeah, but I thought that meant I
was gonna interrogate Kendra.

Since when am I the backup guy?

Jesse's gotta come off
like a weak underling.

He needs an unseen
boss from hell.

He needs your booming
baritone rattling the walls.

The dulcet tones
of Sam Axe, huh?

Mike, you think this
is the smart play?

This is not gonna be easy
for Jesse to pull off.

I know. That's why I
need you in there.

Jesse's new. He
can't do it alone.

I need you to supervise
and play hard-ass.

Okay, I'm in.

But if Jesse doesn't break her,
the big dog gets to eat... more.

Just so long as the
big dog is happy.

Michael, shall we?

So where you two lovebirds off to?
Hot date?

A job referral. Big money gig.

Some guy, a friend of a friend,
makes knockoff handbags.

He's in some kind of trouble.
Needs us to bail him out.

I'll swing by as soon as I can.
Hopefully this won't take too long.

Oh, yeah. It never does.

Don't let him slip you
any wooden nickels.

Sorry about the mess.

These were all supposed
to be in Vegas last week.

There are just so many.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh. Those would
look great on you.

Take them. I have
hundreds of them.

I forge high-end luxury goods...

"Every bit as delicious
as the real thing.

Slice the price."

- It's my motto.
- Do these come in blue?

So, Buddy, how about you
tell us why we're here?

I'm pretty sure that the
client on my last job...

is trying to kill me,

so I needed a special
strike force...

A commando team...

Which is what I heard
you guys were.

- What's this?
- It's my last job.

Two little onyx lion heads and
a piece of tooled leather.

I have no idea what it's for,

but the guy offered 20 grand...

Five up front and
15 on delivery.

Twenty grand? For this?

Yeah.

Sorry.

- Who's the guy?
- Honestly, don't know.

He never left a name.
We never met in public.

He used one of those voice
scrambler thingies.

- So just a couple red flags?
- It gets worse. Let me show you.

I came out here for a
little celebratory soak,

and I damn near zapped
myself into the next life.

He electrified my Jacuzzi.

[ Michael ] And you didn't
think to call the police?

Attempted murder usually
interests them.

[ Chuckling ] What was
I gonna tell them?

That I was almost the victim...

of a hot tub
assassination attempt?

It looked like an accident.

Plus, I've got an
allergy to cops.

That's why I called you.

Buddy, I don't think we
can really help you. Oh...

If it's about the money, you
can name your own price.

I know that this guy is gonna
come back and kill me,

and I don't have
anyone else to go to.

[ Sighs ]

Don't worry, Buddy.
We're gonna help.

- You will? - Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you so much.

You mentioned that when he called,
he had a voice scrambler.

- Did you get a number?
- I did better than that.

I greased a woman at the phone company
with some Jimmy Choo knockoffs,

and she...
What-do-you-ma-call it...

Triangulated where
the calls came from.

And then I went and
bought this little honey.

So I thought, you know, we could
go and catch the guy together.

Why don't you just give us the
address, and we'll take it from there?

[ Grunts ]

For someone who wires hot
tubs to kill people,

I can see the appeal of an
abandoned machine shop.

Those doors are
reinforced steel.

Either I get 20 minutes of quiet time,
or we come back with a blowtorch.

[ Michael ] Fi?

Looks like someone has
been here recently.

Fi, I got an antenna
on the roof.

Look what I got. A
security camera.

Okay. Let's slowly and
casually move away.

He might not have seen
our approach from...

I think he saw us.

I'm gonna call 911.

How very civic-minded
of you, Michael.

You don't guard a roomful of belt
grinders and band saws with a bomb.

Something in there
is worth finding,

and it won't be around much longer
if that fire doesn't get put out.

Fire and Rescue's not gonna let you
just waltz right in there, Michael.

One problem at a time.

Okay, let's go.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Jesse ] Hey. Hey.

Michael's gonna
try and swing by.

I guess he got caught up. It's all
good, man. We're doing our thing.

So if you don't mind?
Right. Yeah.

With great pleasure.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Shouting ] Were my
instructions too complicated...

for you to understand?

Do I need to speak in
single-syllable words?

Maybe draw you a picture?
Now quit playing nice!

Get in there and get
me some damn answers!

Sorry, man. Got a little
caught away there.

[ Michael Narrating ] Every interrogation is
a struggle between two parties for control,

but when forward progress depends
on you giving up this control,

you have to be careful.

An overt show of
weakness is transparent.

Bluffing strength and allowing
that bluff to get called...

creates a believable fiction...

that lets the person
across the table...

think they actually
have something on you.

Okay, I need to know who
hired you to kill this man,

I need to know why, and I
need to know right now.

Wow. Someone's needy.

You feeling the pressure
to perform in here?

Look, I just need...

I mean, I want you...

You know what I think?

I think your bosses are
pushing you too hard.

Expecting too much from you.

I didn't strap you to that chair so
we can talk about me. All right?

How many do you
have, by the way?

Bosses, I mean. I've
counted two so far.

I really hope they don't
all treat you like trash.

- Just answer my damn questions.
- [ Laughs ]

Honey, where did they find you?

I'm never going to
answer your questions.

But I think it's cute that you
haven't realized that by now.

[ Shouts ] Who hired you?

That feel good... to let it out?

Let me ask you something.

What happens if you
don't bring this in?

That's what I thought.

We can help each other here.

No. No. I'm not authorized to
make any kind of decision.

No, I'm sure you're not.

But there's no harm
in hearing me out.

Lean in.

[ Whispering ] Come on.
I'm not gonna bite.

I just want this conversation
to be between us.

How about I give you something,
you give me something?

- What do you say?
- [ Clears Throat ]

Um, what do you want?
I did the math.

I know I don't leave this room.

That's life.

But what's killing me is not
knowing who will be killing me.

What? You want to
know who we are?

All right, yeah. Okay, fine.

- But I'm not going first. You go first.
- That's fair enough.

This guy... He was a pay job.

I punch a clock just like you.

Except I punch a little harder.

Okay, lover. Your turn.

All right.

[ On Speaker ] I work for
a private company, okay?

[ Beeping, Line Rings ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Phone Beeps ]

Yeah, Sam. How's Jesse doing?

Well, the kid's good.

He got Kendra to admit
that she's a cleaner...

by baiting her into going
after who he works for.

[ Siren Blaring ]

Okay, whoa. What's
going on over there?

Are you in a presidential
motorcade or something?

No, I had to call
Fire and Rescue.

That doesn't sound good.

I got it under control,
but I gotta go.

I gotta get in there before
everything gets washed away.

[ Phone Beeps ] Keep
the car running.

We might have to
leave in a hurry.

Are you sure you don't
want to tag-team this?

I'm really good at getting
what I want from firefighters.

[ Michael Narrating ] Bureaucracy
is a spy's best friend.

The overlap between city, county
and state emergency response...

creates confusion that can be
exploited at a crime scene.

If you wander in off the
street and claim jurisdiction,

you buy time by wrapping
yourself in red tape.

Hey! You there. Who are you?

Hey, Carter. We worked that mess
two months back on the interstate.

You have lost some weight. Who's Carter?
I'm McKenzie.

I've never seen you before in my life.
Really? I must've mixed up.

Uh, county arson investigator's unit.
[ Chuckles ] County?

No, this is a city thing.
This is my scene.

If that were true,
why would I be here?

Didn't one of the boys call you?
Who?

Any one of them. Just
call over county office.

Tell them Randy, with an "R," is
here and they'll fill you in.

Damn it. That's
just what I need.

What's it look like
in there, "Randy"?

One big barbecue.

I got a chubby man with a gray
beard making a call, Michael.

You don't have much time.

There's a lump of plastic
that used to be a laptop.

Somebody definitely
set up shop here.

I got a resin mold here.

Looks like the guy tried to
destroy it before he took off.

If it's important, grab it and go.
The clock is ticking.

Buddy didn't know what the little
lion heads he'd made were for.

Well, I just found
what they fit into.

Chubby gray beard is off his phone
and headed your way, Michael.

Randy!

County has no record of
rolling units to this fire.

- Who you with again?
- Carter, you need to get your men back.

- I have toxic material here.
- What are you talking about?

I need to get this sample
to a lab right now!

Randy, put the bucket down.
I need to see some I.D.

Carter, do you want
to be responsible...

when everyone starts dropping
from radiation sickness?

I need this to get to a lab right now!
Everyone, back.

Everyone, just stand back!
I'm sorry, Carter.

I'll call you, you know, from the
lab, which is where I'm going.

He firebombed his own place?

What's he gonna do to me?

I thought you guys were gonna get all
super-squad action team and fix this.

Things got a little messy, but we
turned a bad situation into a lead.

This is a mold for a
replica of a sword...

that belonged to
Alexander the Great.

You see this? This is where
your onyx lion heads fit in.

That's fascinating,

but not quite the same thing as catching
the lunatic who's trying to kill me.

We're getting to that, Buddy.

This is where we're
gonna catch him.

At a party for a
software company?

Ken Bocklage, the C.E.O., just
bought the sword at auction.

He's putting it on display...

at a new-product launch
party this Saturday.

After that, it goes
into their vault.

Saturday is the thief's only chance
to get to the sword and steal it.

And when he makes his move,
we'll be there to catch him.

How? We don't even know
what he looks like.

There aren't a ton of thieves who
can move stolen antiquities.

It's a pretty small world.

We have a friend looking
into our mystery man's M.O.

We're hoping
Interpol has a file.

[ Stammering ] You're hoping?

- Have a little faith, Buddy.
- [ Exhales ]

[ Chuckles ] Boy, it is
nice to be outside again.

Next time we have to interrogate
someone, I say we do it at the beach.

I'll keep that in mind, Sam.
How's Jesse doing with Kendra?

Slow and steady, but the
kid's made some progress.

As did I on your
antiquities thief.

Turns out that swapping in
fakes is just not that common.

There's only two guys working
that like to do it that way.

This is only one file, Sam.
Right.

That's 'cause the other guy is
doing life in some Russian hole...

for stealing a czar's furry hat.

- No name or photo?
- Sorry, Mike.

No one's even seen the guy.

The French police call the
guy "Monsieur Glissant."

- Mr. Slippery. That's cute.
- They should call him Monsieur Psycho,

'cause when he couldn't get away
clean in Kyoto, he got away violent.

Blew up an elevator in a museum.

Wow.

Guy's got a real passion for
making things go kaboom.

Suspected of seven heists
on three continents.

And now he brought his
traveling act to Miami.

If we're going to make this his
swan song and save Buddy's life,

we need to go see Ken Bocklage.

Let him know he needs to hire some
extra security to protect his sword.

I do look good in black.

- What's next, Selena?
- I believe we're next, Mr. Bocklage.

Karen Campbell, Scott Miller. We're
private security consultants.

- We need a moment of your time.
- That's not how this works.

You need to call me and
make an appointment, okay?

- Sir, we have a video... - Mr.
Bocklage, you're about to be robbed.

Am I? Would you
care to elaborate?

You just bought one of
Alexander the Great's swords.

A thief is coming to
relieve you of it.

We've been hunting this man since
he hit a client of ours in Mumbai.

- Who? Who are you working for?
- We're not at liberty to say.

But this thief stole some very valuable
Indonesian artifacts from our client...

and ruined our reputation, and
we're here to get both back.

I need you to know that I
don't have a sense of humor.

- If this is a joke... - This is a mold
the thief made for the Alexander sword.

We recovered it from a
structure fire in Miami.

We're not wasting your time.

Someone in your company is going to
steal your sword and swap in a fake.

Now, hold on just a damn minute.
You're saying that I hired a thief?

He didn't make a forgery because
he's planning an armed robbery.

He clearly has the access he needs
to swap it and walk it out the door.

But he can't do that if
you let us identify him.

We'll need to see your
employment files...

Absolutely not.

I'm not handing over
confidential employee records...

to people we don't know.

I appreciate your
assistant's concern.

You mean my head of
security's concerns.

They're my concerns as well.

I'm not just hiring a couple of
people who wander in off the street.

You have a file, some wild
claims, but you have no proof.

Far as I'm concerned, you could be
two thieves working on some con.

Selena, let's set up that
videoconference in my office now.

You heard the man, Michael.
He doesn't want to hire us.

Maybe we should turn in a résumé
at the H.R. department anyway.

See if we can't change his mind.

[ Rattling ]

Twenty-three seconds.
Not exactly a record.

Keep your eye out
for this woman.

Aw. What an adorable
family photo.

This will take only
a minute, okay?

Less talking, more stealing.

[ Michael Narrating ] For a spy in a rush
to steal large computer files quickly...

file sharing sites are
a dream come true.

File sharing has none of
the drawbacks of e-mail.

There are no size
limitations on uploads,

no waiting for files to bounce
through multiple servers...

and no electronic trail leading back
to the account on the receiving end.

The only drawback is whatever you post
can be seen by anyone in the world.

But since nearly every
visitor to these sites...

is busy trolling for illegal
music and movie downloads...

chances are good no one
will think twice...

about whatever boring
intelligence you've left there.

[ Tapping ]

Excuse me. Hey. Hi.

I'm here to interview for
the secretary position.

[ Chuckles ] No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

I came all the way
from Fort Lauderdale.

I guess telling time isn't one
of your professional skills.

You're obviously too disorganized
to hack it at this company.

Did you just throw that at me?

- [ Fiona ] No.
- You're gonna lie to my face.

- I'm calling Security.
- No, wait, wait, wait.

I did it. I did it.

I should just go now.
Now I should go.

- This behavior is truly bizarre.
- Look at it this way...

You'll have a great story to tell Mr.
Mittens and Patches when you go home.

I'm telling you, Fi.
Andrew Deans is our guy.

Three new hires
in the last year,

and you go right for the guy
with the spotless record.

A little too spotless.
Perfect performance reviews.

Perfect credit reports.

Even the best employees
raise some red flags.

Deans is working awfully
hard to fly under the radar.

There's gotta be a reason.

Well, he's hiding something.

That light above the door...
It's a video camera.

That's not enough to confirm
Deans is Mr. Slippery,

but we're definitely
going in the back.

Hmm. Criminals and celebrities...
They never live up to the hype.

Maybe he'll impress you when you
get to know him a little better.

We're about to find out.

[ Fiona Groans ] Damn it. Come on.
Open. [ Rattling ]

Finally.

Minute, 53.

Not bad considering the guy clearly
doesn't skimp on security.

The lock was professional grade.
Just don't.

There's no way 40 grand a
year pays for all this.

This place screams
"supplemental income."

Fi, this is professional grade.

He's got holograms and watermarks
laid in under the laminate.

[ Fiona ] A book on
Alexander the Great.

And an article on his sword.

And here we have infrared paint.

Not something you just
have lying around.

Not unless you're Mr. Slippery.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

That's strange. I missed a call.
[ Camera Whirs, Clicks ]

[ Exhales ] Michael,
we've got a problem.

[ Buddy's Voice ] Fi, Buddy.
I got your text.

Grove Marina works. I'm
about 10 minutes behind.

Ditching my phone now like you
said, so I can't be tracked.

I never set a
meeting with Buddy.

No, the thief did.

Call him now. [ Beeps ]

Oh, damn. It's voice mail.
He cut him off. [ Beeps ]

We're 20 minutes from Grove Marina.
I can make it in 12.

Buddy!

Buddy!

Michael, the antenna...

That shed is wired to blow.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

- Fi.
- You have a better idea, now's the time.

[ Michael Narrating ] When an
operative hears a gunshot,

his first instinct is to identify
where the shot came from.

When a civilian hears a gunshot,

he might turn to locate
the source of the shot...

or he might run straight
for the nearest building,

which is a problem if that
building's been rigged to explode.

At that point, you may have to choose
the small injury over the big one.

[ Groans ]

Whoa!

My arm!

[ Coughing, Sputtering ]

[ Groans ] Ow!

Somebody's shooting!

Nice shot, Fi.

You shot... You shot?

It was either shoot you or bring
flowers to your funeral, Buddy.

Hey, Fi, we can't
leave a bomb here.

Give me your shoe. You
want one of my Brunos?

Give me your shoe.

[ Buddy ] Why you doing that?

[ Buddy Whimpers ]

What are you looking for?
He was here.

He was watching us.

And he got away.

[ Bocklage ] Why the hell would one of
my guards be so interested in my sword?

That's a good question, Mr.
Bocklage.

I looked into every
one of our employees.

They all checked out.
Even Deans.

You must not have
looked very carefully.

His file was extremely
suspicious.

We never gave you any
personnel files.

I know. You made our
job much harder.

We had to steal them from your H.R.
department.

By the way, the woman that runs it...
I'm not sure she can hack it here.

Sir, I don't mean to
speak out of turn,

but these people just admitted to
breaking and entering... twice.

They could've easily
planted those photos.

You think we want
to frame Deans?

We don't know you.
You could've done...

Let's make this easy.

We'll show you how Deans is
going to steal the sword,

and you decide whether
you're going to trust us.

You know how he's
gonna steal it?

We found I.R. paint
in his house.

What the hell is I.R. paint?

[ Michael Narrating ] There's a reason
why most thieves work at night.

Darkness makes it easier
to commit crimes.

But darkness also makes it harder
to see where you're going...

when you're trying to escape.

Infrared paint is
invisible in daylight,

but can be seen under a black light
or with the help of I.R. goggles,

useful if you need to find
an exit in the pitch black.

- What in God's name is that?
- It's his escape route.

Deans is planning to cut the
power, swap the sword...

and follow this path out.

He'll head down this hallway...

and go out of the building
through that door.

You still think you can
handle this guy by yourself?

[ Switch Clicks ]

I'm gonna call the police.
Have this Deans arrested.

You could, but he'll walk.

The moment Deans has the
real sword, we've got him.

Until then, we don't have enough to
convict, not even on conspiracy.

This is a dangerous game
you want us to play...

Sitting by, letting this thief
lay hands on the sword.

It's less dangerous
than it sounds.

We know exactly when he's
going to make the swap.

He wired a shutoff timer
to this room's power.

It's set for 8:00 tonight.

What if you took it off and
let the lights stay on?

If we change anything,
we risk spooking him.

When things go wrong,
this guy gets violent.

[ Fiona ] He hit a museum in Kyoto
last year. It didn't go so well.

He set off a bomb to escape.
The pictures aren't pretty.

[ Michael ] Throw your party, Mr.
Bocklage.

Leave the rest to us.
We'll worry about Deans.

We have someone tailing him now.

We'll know the moment
he enters the building.

Your 3:00 is waiting.

So Sam's going to watch Mr.
Slippery?

I guess he'll have to.

I don't love the idea of
Jesse alone with Kendra.

He can handle it.

The Libyans.

- The Chinese. - Go fish.

Come on.

Lady, seriously,
aren't you bored?

Aw. Are you getting
tired, honey?

Okay. If this was contract work,
someone had to hire you, right?

Now, we've been through every
terrorist organization on the map.

Was this a private group?

I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.

[ Exhales ]

Let me explain something to you.
You don't have forever.

- Okay? You need to talk.
- Really?

- You were put on a clock?
- [ Exhales Sharply ]

Okay. How about we
make another trade?

Somebody looking to play a
little tit for tat again?

Come on. There's gotta
be something you want.

- I think the better question is
what do you want? - I want answers.

Please! This isn't
a cause for you.

This is a paycheck, and
a small one at that.

What do you get
paid for this deal?

Twenty-five? Thirty, tops?

What if I pay you 10 times that?

300 thou...

- For what? I mean...
- My freedom.

I can't have this conversation.
I'm not having this conversation.

I'm done talking.

You gotta ask yourself, how
do you want all this to end?

You can say no,

and we can sit here until the
sand runs out of your hourglass.

Or you can say yes, and I can put
a lot of money in your pocket,

and you can show me the
way out of this dump.

$300,000?

[ Michael Narrating ] There's an art to
letting someone think they're corrupting you.

You can't be too eager
or too reluctant.

You can't be too
quick or too slow.

Most of all you have to sell
the guilt in the eyes...

that comes with betrayal.

Once they think they own you,

then you make your move.

I'll take that as a yes.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ] Yo.

Sammy boy. Got some good news.

That's my favorite flavor.
Hit me.

Kendra's bribing me
into letting her go.

I got an account number and
the name of a money manager.

No kidding. That's impressive.

Okay, I'll call Barry.
Get him to sniff around.

See if he can't track the money
back to whoever hired her.

Perfect. How's it going with you
and the case of the rusty sword?

All's quiet on the Slippery front.
Deans is laying low in his house.

I guess he's conserving energy
for the big event tonight.

Cool. Hey, let me
ask you something.

Is it weird that I
kind of miss you?

Well, you have been hanging out
with a homicidal psychopath,

but yeah, it's a little weird.

[ Buddy ] Thought maybe I'd do an
accent to really help sell this thing.

[ Fiona ] What? [ English Accent ]
You know, I could talk like this.

That there sword
is the real McCoy.

No, no, no. No accent is better.
Just talk like yourself.

Okay, let's do this.

- Who's he?
- Our antiquities expert.

He's gonna make sure
the sword is real.

Good afternoon. It's nice...

- Waiting on you. - Oh, uh...

- [ Mouthing Words ] - Speak up.

Oh, uh, sorry. [ Chuckles ]

Uh... Yes. I-It's real.

Mr. Bocklage, you're
on the installation.

Karen will set the perimeter,

so she'll see anyone
leaving the building.

Then we'll stay out of sight so
Deans doesn't catch wind of us...

and stays on schedule.

Then we all just wait for 8:00.

Michael Westen. If you knew you
wanted me on perimeter duty,

why did you let me wear
my new party shoes?

They look stunning on you.
Really.

This security thing
is so boring.

Jesus, I wish I'd
brought my gun.

What? What am I supposed to do if
this gets all crazy super-violent?

- Find a corner. Hide.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Yeah, Sam?

- Yeah, Mike. You sure this Deans
is our thief? - Yeah. Why?

'Cause I just watched
him get blown sky-high.

Somebody wired his car.

Now he's hosting a
neighborhood barbecue.

Jesus. What's wrong?

We're chasing the wrong guy.
Deans is dead.

What are we gonna do now?

Get to the sword now.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Oh, God. That's the fake.

The onyx... That's the
wrong shade, and...

[ Beeps ] Fi, has anyone
left the building?

No. No one in nor out. Why?

The sword has been swapped. Deans is dead.
He wasn't Mr. Slippery.

- Oh, God!
- Fi, I gotta call you back.

- He's dead. He's dead.
- What the hell's going on in here?

- The thief has the sword.
- What?

But you told me it was
definitely Deans.

I was wrong. It wasn't Deans.

Who was it? Why did
he kill my guard?

- He must've caught the thief
trying to swap... - He's lying.

- He killed the guard.
- No! We found him.

- [ Michael ] Where's your head of
security? - Sir, he switched the sword.

Listen to me. Listen to me. The
sword is still in the building.

- We have to lock it down.
- You're lying. Take him down, now!

Yes, sir. Come with us.

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- Come on, Buddy.

- [ Buddy Yelps ] - Get him!
Stop him!

- Yes, sir.
- They're getting away!

[ Michael ] Come on!

[ Chatter On Radio ]

[ Alarm Wailing ]

Hey, stop! In here.

[ Michael Narrating ] Hydraulic
arms are safety features...

that slow the speed a door can
close, to minimize injury.

- [ Cell Phone Ringing ] -
But wrap a belt around them,

and they can be turned
into an improvised lock.

- Yeah, Fi?
- Michael, what the hell happened?

Bocklage thinks we
stole the sword.

Security's chasing us.

I heard the explosion.
I'm coming in.

I need you on the front door.

Fire and Rescue's pulling people out.
One of them's gotta be our guy.

[ Man ] Move it! Let's go!

Okay. Who am I looking for?

Who did we miss? Is
there another guard?

Fi. Are all the firefighters
wearing air masks?

Yeah. I heard one
say gas line blew.

They're taking precautions.

Why would this thief set
off an explosion now?

Jesus, that's how
he's getting away.

Probably did the same thing
at the machine shop.

He's dressed as a firefighter.

You need to get out here. I
can't cover them all myself.

- [ Michael ] Working on it.
- [ Men Shouting ]

[ Coughs ] Lungs burning badly.

All right, we're
getting out of here.

How? Second floor.

What are you doing?
Making an exit.

Are you serious?
How are we gonna...

Keep your arms in.
Land on your feet.

Tuck and roll.

[ Michael Narrating ] It doesn't
matter if you're a spy or a civilian.

Falling isn't fun.

You can minimize injury by
absorbing shock with your knees...

and rolling as you
hit the ground.

But the most important thing you
need to do is remain calm...

and accept that it's going to hurt.
[ Screaming ]

[ Thud ] [ Groans ]

Sir, you okay?

[ Groans ] Tuck and roll?

Tuck and roll? What
do we got, Fi?

A lot of firefighters went in.
Only six have come out.

- You sure you're okay, ma'am?
- Yeah.

[ Chattering ]

Help! Help!

Help!

Never mind, guys. Sorry.
I'm fine.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Go, go, go!

- What was that secretary's name again?
- "S" something. Sandy, Sally...

Selena. It's her.
She's the thief.

- Mr. Slippery is a woman?
- Jesus, she heard our whole plan.

Buddy, reach into the duffel bag
at your feet. Give me that rope.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going fishing.

[ Beeps ]

- No, Michael. I love that bag.
- Sorry, Fi. I never did.

[ Michael Narrating ] To stop a
moving car, you can kill the engine,

kill the driver or
kill the tires.

If you only have a small amount of
explosives, the tires are your target.

The trick is getting the
charge in the right place.

[ Grunts ]

Get off of me! Get
the hell off of me!

- [ Shouts ] - [
Fiona ] Oh, ho, ho.

That is quite an
accessory, Selena.

Buddy, I'm gonna kill you.

[ Grunts ] I'm gonna...

[ Trunk Closes ] I
have to be honest.

I didn't see that one coming.

Mmm. There's Buddy's buddies.

How many of those have you had?

Join me. Come on. You can
borrow one of my suits.

And, Fiona, underwear, bikini...
What's the difference?

[ Laughs ] Yeah,
maybe next time.

Mmm, maybe not.

Right now, why don't you just drink
up and be happy that it's all over?

- Yeah?
- Selena's gonna be denied bail.

Bocklage is pressing charges... Grand
theft, conspiracy and murder.

I guess he took that explosion
kind of personally, huh?

What about that Deans guy?

He was a local convict she was
paying to swap the sword for her.

And when she learned we were onto
her, she cut him off a little early.

- She's facing that charge too.
- I can't thank you guys enough.

I mean, I sleep easy now,

knowing that I've got a private platoon
of guerrilla warriors at the ready.

Let's try not needing a platoon
at the ready anytime soon, okay?

Oh, Fiona, wait a sec.

I almost forgot.

I did this one for you special.

Buddy Couture.

- It's the best fake I ever made.
- Thank you, Buddy.

If you guys ever need me for
anything, you know where to find me.

This can't be right. It is, Mike.
Barry checked.

Kendra's money went through six
banks and four holding companies...

in five different countries? Yeah, and
that's just what we could confirm.

Barry said there's no end in
sight, so we're not gonna be...

following the money to
Kendra's boss anytime soon.

Not many people would go to this
much trouble to remain anonymous.

People who start wars
for profit might.

So if the money's a dead
end, what's Jesse planning?

We had Barry wave
his magic wand...

and make it look like Kendra's
bank account was drained.

Paper trail starts out in the exact
opposite direction that the cash came in.

I wonder how she's
gonna take it...

when she sees the folks who sent
her to Miami just ripped her off.

Probably not well, huh?
Oh, yeah.

This is appointment
television, baby.

Yeah, wrap your head
around it, honey.

Look, if you're confused,
just admit it.

I'll repeat myself as many
times as you need me to.

[ Kendra ] You can't be serious.
Oh, I'm completely serious!

You see that right there?

You see it? That is a zero!

A zero, as in your account
has been zeroed out.

That's impossible. Nobody
even knew about this account!

Obviously the people
that paid you did!

Think about it!

Whoever sent you to Miami must've cleaned
you out as soon as we grabbed you.

Probably figured you
wouldn't be needing it.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're
interrogating someone with nothing to lose,

you have to give them
another reason to talk.

If you're looking to motivate
someone who's cut off, alone...

and convinced they're going to
die, you can't beat revenge.

The son of a bitch
doesn't get to just...

[ Inhales Sharply, Exhales ]

What are you gonna do
from that chair, Kendra?

Hmm?

What are you gonna do?

You already know that I came
to Miami to work a contract.

But there wasn't
just one target.

I came to wrap up a big job.

- Go on.
- Kassar was just the first part.

There were three other
names on that tape drive...

All operatives hired
to rob a bank...

A safety deposit box.

But they blew it. They got caught.
They proved themselves expendable.

Expendable to who? Who sent you?

If I knew his name, I'd
tell you, believe me.

But he kept it anonymous.

I don't even know what bank
they were trying to hit.

All I know is it went down
the fourth of last month.

You promise me one thing.

If this helps you track
down the man that hired me,

you make sure he knows that
I'm the one that ruined him.

Who's the predator and who's the
prey now, mama? [ Chuckling ]

I guess it's time to track down
which bank they were trying to rob.

Find the bank, figure out what
they were trying to steal...

Might tell us a lot about
who's behind all this.

What do you want
to do about her?

I faxed her prints to
my guy at the F.B.I.

She came back with warrants,

so I figured I'd just make an anonymous
donation to their bad guy collection.

I will get the duct tape.

Wait just a minute, Jesse.
First things first.

- [ Bottle Clinking
] - [ Chuckles ]

To the new guy... for putting that
hot slice of crazy in the rearview.

Mmm! Oh, man!

It's gonna be weird not hanging
out with her tomorrow, you know?

You could really use
some more friends.

I'd work on that.