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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 ] When you're preparing
to interrogate a trained operative,

the most useful information
isn't professional...

It's personal.

You need to get into
the target's head,

understand what makes him tick.

Of course, that's easier with
some people than others.

Hi, Fi.

[ Clicking ]

[ Whispering ] Hear
that, Michael?

Shooting range is
calling your name.

Love to, but Vaughn
gave me homework.

Today's the day.

[ Michael ] Vaughn's checking Simon out of
whatever hole they've been keeping him in...

so I can have my face-to-face.

I can't imagine he'll be too thrilled to
talk to the man who put him in that hole.

Who knows? He might surprise us.

As I recall, Simon is
full of surprises...

Escaping from prison,
kidnapping you...

trying to blow up
half of South Beach.

Leave it to you to invite
him back to Miami.

He was working with some
pretty bad folks, Fi.

Whatever they're hoping to
decode with Simon's Bible,

whatever they're planning,
Simon's the key to all of it.

Nice digs, huh, buddy?

- Quite a party.
- With Simon, you can't take any chances.

Never have fewer than six
eyes and three guns on him.

That's gonna be a problem.
I want him alone.

Vaughn, if he was gonna talk to
you, he would have done it by now.

Good luck. The only thing
I learned from him...

is he has a remarkable
tolerance for pain.

Yeah, well, my approach doesn't involve
sharp instruments or electrodes.

I don't care if you want to cut out
his kidney with a pocketknife...

or give him a gallon
of orange sherbet.

One way or other, we
want some answers.

[ Door Closes ]

Michael Westen.

I have been dreaming about
this moment for months.

So have I,

but I wouldn't exactly
call my version dreaming.

Fair enough.

So how you like being
Vaughn's shiny new toy?

Where is he, by the way?

This is just between you and me.

If this conversation goes well,

maybe I can help make your time
with them a little more humane.

Humane.

That's one thing that's not in
their bag of tricks, Michael.

So let's get to it.
What do you want?

I found your Bible.
Is that right?

Well,

I hope you found
solace and comfort...

- in the word of the Lord.
- Not exactly.

Somebody else was trying to
steal it before I got to it.

I need to find out who.

You know,

I have been stuck in
these shackles...

for months now.

Given me a lot of time to
think about the Bible...

Particularly my favorite verse.

[ Michael Narrating ] Handcuffs, like anything
metal, are vulnerable to metal fatigue.

Give someone enough
time to work on them,

and they'll break down
just like anything else.

John 8:32...

"You shall know the truth...

and the truth shall
set you free."

[ Both Grunting ]

No bugs down here, Michael.

We got 30 seconds before the
guards get here, so listen close.

I got a present for you.

There's a cemetery at 3rd and Grand.
Go to plot 837.

There are some keepsakes
of mine in there,

including an audiotape labeled
"Berlin 2007." Listen!

You gotta be careful digging it up, but
you're gonna find it real interesting.

We'll talk about the Bible after
you hear what's on that tape.

- [ Shouting ] - Here they come.

Let's make this look good.

I'll kill that son of a bitch!
Let me outta here!

- [ Weapons Cocking ]
- [ Man ] Let's go!

Handle him! Get him outta here.

Got him. All right. Let's go.

You all right?

- Did you learn anything?
- Yeah.

You should replace his
handcuffs more often.

[ Michael Groans ]

I have no sympathy
for you, Michael.

You are damn lucky...

Simon didn't cut you to ribbons.

He wasn't trying to kill me. He
was just passing me a message.

He told me to go dig up an
audiotape he'd buried...

at Grove Memorial Park.

Maybe you should leave the
dead to their eternal rest.

This is either a wild
goose chase or a trap.

Simon basically told me the
thing is booby-trapped.

But I don't think he
would have bothered...

if there wasn't something on
that tape worth listening to.

Unless it's a rare
Beatles bootleg,

I don't know why he didn't just
tell you what's on that tape.

Me neither, but Simon's not
talking until I get ahold of it.

- You're going back to see him?
- I told Vaughn to keep him around...

while I try to come up with
a new way to crack him.

You are a glutton
for punishment.

Actually, I can't go after
the tape by myself.

Vaughn is playing nice,
but he's watching me.

I could use a little
help on this.

Yeah, love to, but
I got a thing.

- A hot date? - Not exactly.

Buddy of mine's in prison
down in Dade federal pen.

He's worried that his
life is in danger.

Anyway, sorry, Mike. The guy was
an asset of mine in Colombia.

- He saved my butt. I owe him.
- Fi?

I'll go find a shovel.

- [ Chattering ] - Over here!

[ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

Hey, Juan.

You're lookin'
well-rested, buddy.

Good to see you, Sam.

I got a call from your attorney.

He said you thought your
life was in danger?

[ Exhales ]

Damn attorneys. They don't
know when to shut up.

He was just supposed to talk to
you about some estate issues.

Estate issues. Right. As
in "when you're dead."

Juan, come on. I doubt you would have appointed
me as your executor out of the blue.

Why don't you just tell
me what's going on?

Have you heard of La Nación?

The prison gang? Yeah. One
of the biggest around.

There's a guy, Cruz...
He's high up in it.

Found out what I was in for.
Thought I can help him out.

He wanted you to
wash some money?

No, steal it... from the gang.

But, see, you're a smart guy, and
you don't have a death wish,

so you said no.

Oh, Juan.

Getting mixed up with the
Colombians was one thing.

They didn't give you much choice.
But this...

You think I had a choice?

How was I supposed to survive
eight years in here?

Anyway, he said that if I helped him
skim from the gang's account...

he would protect me.

And so now the gang's after you.

No, he is.

I have a week left on my sentence.
He's afraid I'll talk when I get out.

He's spreading the word
that I disrespected him...

so it doesn't look suspicious
when he shanks me.

I just heard about
it this morning.

I'll be dead by tomorrow.

Juan, you gotta talk to the cops.
Maybe we can get you transferred.

I'm not gonna snitch on Cruz.
They'll investigate the whole gang.

I might as well invite La Nación to
my family's house for a barbecue.

They'll kill everyone.

There's gotta be something
we can do here.

I wish there was.

Can I count on you to take
care of Lisa and the girls?

Yeah. You can count on me.

[ Man ] Clear! Three!

[ Michael Narrating ] When you
realize you're being followed,

escaping isn't always
the best option.

If your pursuers don't
know who you are,

driving evasively, calling
the cops or pulling a gun...

- will just send the message that
you're a threat. - [ Beeping ]

[ Woman On Phone ] 411.
How may I help you?

Yeah, I'm currently on
Northwest 12th Street.

I need the address of the
nearest criminal defense firm.

[ Woman ] One second.

That would be Keller and Associates.
They're at 77 Shore Break Lane.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whenever
possible, the best play...

is to make the bad guys think
you're not someone to worry about.

If they think you might
be a cop who's onto them,

you have to convince them...

you're just a harmless
attorney working on an appeal.

Oh, hey, counselor.

I've been going over that case,

and I wanted to talk to you
about it a little bit.

Excuse me. Who are you?
Excuse me?

You don't remember the
Bennigan subpoena?

No, I don't. Come on.
Think harder, man.

Hey, Sully! What's goin' on, buddy?
How you doin'?

Uh, Bennigan. Let me think.

Forget it. Gringo's
just a lawyer, man. Go.

Was that the guy who got
murdered over the parrot?

Uh, no, but boy, that sounds
like an interesting case.

Catch you later.

- You want to break into prison?
- Are you insane?

I can't protect my
buddy from here.

Juan is out in a week.
How bad could it be?

This is prison, Sam. I'm just guessing,
but I think it could be pretty bad.

I owe this guy.

Back in '95 I led a SEAL
team down to Colombia.

It was a drug war thing.

The Medellín boys put
a bomb in our hotel,

and Juan tipped us off.

I understand. You
want to be loyal.

This guy risked his
life and his family,

and I'm not gonna let him get
killed by some prison gang lowlife.

That lowlife had you followed
on your way out of the prison.

Even if you were to get back
in, they'd recognize you.

So I'll shave my head or whatever.
No, Sam, you can't.

Listen. I'll do it.

You would do that for my friend?
I'd do that for you.

Okay. I hate to interrupt this
beautiful moment you guys are having.

Explain something to me.

You're just gonna walk up
to a federal prison...

and say "Let me in."

Trust me. I know a couple of people
who would love to see me locked up.

[ Man On P.A. ] Transport
detail, report to Gate 4.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

Don't forget to write, Westen.

Gotta say, Westen, been lookin'
forward to this day for a long time.

Except in my dreams it plays
out a little different.

I'm sure. You can fly?
[ Chuckles ]

You get a longer stay, for starters.
Maybe next time.

You make the arrangements I needed?
Wasn't a problem.

You'll be sharing a cell with this guy
Juan Ruiz, whoever the hell this is.

Friend of a friend.

Our butts are on the
line here, Westen.

I know we owe you a favor.
[ Michael ] A big favor.

All I'm saying is, anything goes
wrong, it could splash back on us.

I'll make sure I
don't make waves.

We left you a present
in your cell...

A phone, just in case
you get into trouble.

You'll be the first one I call.

[ Man ] Book him, man!
Sign here.

[ Man On P.A. ] The prison
exchange will be open today...

from 1400 to 1630 hours.

[ Harris ] Guess we'll see
you in a week, Westen.

If you survive that long.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Every environment
has its rules and customs,

and your survival often
depends on knowing them.

In Russia, you never
refuse vodka.

In Pakistan, you always
clear your dinner plate.

And in prison, you're careful
about making eye contact.

Too little eye contact,
and you become a victim.

Too much eye contact, and
you become a threat.

Either way, you're never more
than a couple of blinks away...

from getting a
shiv in your back.

I'm Michael Westen. I'm
your new cell mate.

Juan Ruiz.

What are you in for?

Just keep talking and try
not to look surprised.

I'm a friend of Sam Axe.

I'm here to make sure you stay
alive until you're released.

- I don't understand. How did you get in?
- That's not important.

What is important is that from
now on, you never leave my side.

Like that.

That is an example of leaving my side.
Don't do that.

This is crazy.

Didn't Sam tell you about Cruz?

He's a big dog in La Nación.

You think you're gonna keep
him away from me by yourself?

In here? I guess I'll
just have to do my best.

Listen, I appreciate what
you're trying to do,

but this guy has killed three
people since he got locked up.

When he wants someone
dead, they die.

Do yourself a favor.
Stay away from me.

Is that what you want me to tell your wife?
Your kids? You gave up?

Why are you doing this? Because I
believe your life is worth saving.

It's time you started
to believe it yourself.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ]

That's him. That's Cruz.

I told you it's not
safe to be with me.

See the way he's
staring me down?

No, he's just checking
out the new guy.

What are you gonna do?
Make nice.

Hi. Hey, hi. I'm Mike.

Who are you, Mike? I'm just
a guy wrongly accused.

Big misunderstanding.

I borrowed a friend's car.

Got popped for a kilo of
coke in my trunk. [ Laughs ]

Lawyer says I can beat
it... You two friends?

Him? No, he's my cell mate.

Really?

'Cause it looks like you and
that punk-ass are pretty tight.

Hanging out like a
couple of schoolgirls.

That's funny. Schoolgirls. Yeah.

[ Groans ] Just so that we have
no misunderstandings, okay?

This is my house and
you're just a guest,

so I can treat you
like my friend,

or I can treat you
like my bitch.

- Friend, please. Friend.
- Okay.

- I don't want any trouble.
- Okay.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

You know, or not do?

Do you want me to be
someplace at some time...

or not someplace,
or Juan to be...

Too many questions. Too
many questions, cabrón.

You wanna make that court date,
you'll make no problems for me.

Okay? If I come by your
cell, you clear out.

- ¿Comprendes?
- Sí. Sí. Comprendes. Uh, no problemas.

Okay. Fun. Done.

Go back to your pendejo
cellie over there.

[ Grunts ]

I'm starting to think this is just
Simon's version of a sick joke.

So long as you're
the punch line.

That's a cruel thing to say...

to a sweaty man who's
digging for a bomb.

[ Michael Narrating ] Old
cemeteries are great hiding places,

as long as you don't mind
desecrating a grave.

People don't often go
digging in cemeteries,

and unlike buildings or houses, they
don't get demolished or remodeled.

Bury your stash near an
old, nondescript headstone,

- and there's little chance anyone
will uncover it... - [ Clanks ]

unless they're meant to.

Hey. Look what we have here. Doesn't
look like it's booby-trapped to me.

Why don't you come down,
help me get this baby out?

- No! Wait. Don't touch it.
- What?

It's got a silicone seal.

- That thing's airtight. - And?

Whatever's in there ignites
on contact with air. Oh...

Probably a sodium metal.
Open it... Boom.

Best not to move it either. It
may have a trembler sensor.

I see unstable
minds think alike.

So now what?

[ Fiona ] See that liner? I think I
know how Simon planned to get into it.

We need a circular saw
and some machine oil.

We'll have to come back to
defuse this little toy.

I don't know which one of us has a
more dangerous gig, us or Mike.

Probably Michael. We don't
have to eat prison food.

You gonna eat that?

[ Michael Narrating ] In the
jungle, the first warning...

that a predator is
approaching is silence.

When violence is imminent,
animals instinctively know...

that keeping quiet and still is
their best shot at survival.

Prison's a lot like the jungle.
Silence is not a good sign.

Averted eyes, stockpiled food...

and guys wearing heavy
coats on a warm day...

also indicate
trouble's on the way.

I don't like that look.
Are you gonna be sick?

Takes a little while to get used to
the cuisine here, but it's good.

No one's come within 10 feet
of us in the last 15 minutes.

See the looks?

My guess is Cruz is gonna
make his move soon.

Jesus. We gotta find
a place to hide.

Where's the library?

This place has to have
a law section, right?

It's a little late to file an appeal.
I already served eight years.

Casebooks usually come
in thick hardcovers.

We need the big ones.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

Get it?

[ Michael Narrating ] Suits of
armor fell out of fashion...

because the added protection isn't worth
the trade-off in speed and agility.

Flak jackets and bulletproof
vests are popular...

because they allow for a
free range of motion.

The key is to shield your
core, and mentally prepare...

for strikes against your
unprotected arms and legs.

All lightweight armor is
vulnerable to some extent.

Layered book cardboard
won't stop a bullet...

but it's dense enough to thwart
all but the sharpest blades.

Let's go. Why?

You think they'll find us here?
I don't know.

But if we stay here, Cruz can come at
us from too many different angles.

We need to get to a more
defensible position.

You got someplace in mind?
Your cell.

[ Muttering In Spanish ]

- What?
- Elena and Sarah... My girls.

I was just saying their names.

Listen, we don't have to win.

We just have to survive long enough
until the floor guard arrives.

Looks like the floor
guard is not helping us.

- He's with Cruz. - [ Man
] Come on, let's go.

We're gonna have to wait for the block
guards to come for us. Get up there.

[ Men Chattering, Shouting ]

What are you gonna do with that?
Fight them off.

With a hand towel? Why?
Do you have a gun?

Take off, cabrón. Guys, we
don't want any trouble.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

You got five seconds
to clear out.

[ Michael Narrating ] Fighting in tight
quarters with your back against a wall...

may cut off escape options, but
it creates a choke point...

and forces your opponents
to form a single-file line.

If you have to fight a group, it's
better to take them one at a time.

[ Spectators Shouting ]

[ Guard ♪1 ] Back in the cell!
Get back!

- Get over there! Move it!
- [ Guard ♪2 ] Back up!

[ Guard ♪1 ] Everyone! You heard me.
Get back. Get back!

- They missed.
- I don't know who you are,

but if you think this is
over, this is not over.

I'm gonna throw a big
party here tomorrow,

and this whole place
is gonna get crazy.

And the two of you...
You're my guests of honor.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

See that guy that
Cruz is talking to?

That's the head of the
South Dade Aryan Nation.

[ Clicks Tongue ] That
is not surprising.

The S.S. tattoo kind
of gave it away.

It doesn't make any sense. The Aryans
are always at war with La Nación.

[ Michael ] Exactly. So why not
make money from starting one?

That's a negotiation.

Cruz is gonna start a riot. That's
what he meant by "having a party."

Cruz is smart.

His first attempt
raised security.

He knows you're safe
now here in the cell,

but a riot will give him
a chance to kill you...

when the guards are distracted.

Jesus. We're dead.
Only if we stay here.

Keep an eye out.

- [ Beeps ] - Where
did that come from?

The F.B.I., believe it or not.
[ Beeping ]

Told me to use it only
in case of emergency.

Now seems like a good time.

[ Ringing, Beeps ]

Hey, Mike. How's your
stay at the graybar?

Lots of rugged men lifting
weights, glowering at each other?

Hey, does your phone
have a camera on it?

- You guys are funny. I'm in prison.
- Yeah. Sorry, Mike.

Watching Juan's back
isn't gonna work.

Cruz is too powerful. He's
planning a riot to kill us.

- We're gonna have to break out.
- A prison break?

Juan has, like, a week
left on his sentence.

And I'm telling you
he's leaving early...

As a fugitive or as a corpse.

- It's our choice.
- Can you use the riot as cover?

That's the plan.

There's a crooked guard named
Hill on the cell block.

It looks like Cruz
is paying him off.

- Think you can lean on him?
- Yeah, anything you need, brother.

- Gotta go. I'll text you.
- [ Beeps ]

Wow. That didn't
sound good at all.

Yeah, well, this
doesn't look good.

Gonna have to do something
about Grandpa there...

before we can dig up
Simon's stash again.

You're gonna have to get
some reinforcements.

I gotta go pick up Jesse and run
down this Hill character for Mike.

You sure this guy Hill
is in Cruz's pocket?

I mean, 10 years as a prison guard.
He's got a little house.

Leases a compact sedan.

He just doesn't look dirty to me.
He's not in it for the money.

Hill's brother's doing a five-year
stretch up in Ocala for burglary.

La Nación has guys in that joint.
Hill doesn't play nice with Cruz...

Little brother's cell
turns into death row.

Wow. And you're thinking the fact that
this guy's getting blackmailed...

is something we can
use to blackmail him.

Look, leaning on a guy who's already squeezed
doesn't exactly give me the warm fuzzies,

but Mike's life is
on the line here.

All right. It's showtime.
You gonna help me or not?

Yeah.

George Hill, right?

- Who's asking?
- Just a couple guys looking for a favor.

Got some friends staying in
South Dade Correctional.

They're looking to check out
early, and you're gonna help.

Yeah, I don't think I will.

Now get the hell off my lawn
before I call the cops.

You know what? That's a great idea.
Let's call the cops.

We'll tell 'em how La Nación...

is threatening to kill your
little brother... in Ocala.

Just takes one phone call
to open an investigation.

Of course, I wouldn't want to be your
brother once it gets back to Cruz...

that you ratted him out. No.

My brother's just a kid.
He's not...

We don't want anything to happen
to your little brother. Okay?

You do your part for us, we'll do our
part to get rid of your Cruz problem.

What's my part?

First you're gonna
tell us everything...

about South Dade Correctional's
riot procedures.

It's not a great color on you.

Great to see you too, Fi.

So how's it going with
Simon's buried treasure?

It's being guarded by
a groundskeeper...

who's a little older than most
of the people in the ground.

Sam's busy with this, so I'm gonna
have to recruit your mom to help me.

Fiona... I don't want to argue.

We only have a few
minutes, so let's focus.

[ Southern Accent ] I can't
stop thinking about you, baby.

At night it gets so bad.

Am I talkin' to you, perv?
No, I am not.

You wanna keep your nose
out of our pillow talk?

You been thinking
about me too, baby?

I think he's gone now.

[ Normal Voice ] You're
no fun, Michael.

Anyway, our friend Hill has
been quite the help...

in getting your early release.

Once Cruz starts the riot,

you and Juan have about 20 minutes
to get to the infirmary...

and hide inside the
pharmaceutical locker.

As if the prison wasn't already
claustrophobic enough.

Hill said the thing's
industrial-sized.

It's standard procedure for the
guards to move it off-site...

as soon as a riot starts.

They don't want the inmates
raiding it during the commotion.

Won't the guards look inside
it before they drive it off?

They probably will, but
it'll be Sam and Jesse.

Hill lent them his
uniforms... and a key card.

Sam is busy forging
copies of it.

[ Wrapper Crinkling ]

There's just one problem. Hmm?

The door to the infirmary
will be locked.

Michael, some things you
have to do for yourself.

[ Moaning ]

Okay, that's enough.

[ Southern Accent ]
You be good, baby.

[ Madeline ] Is it just coincidental
that both Michael and Sam...

are unavailable
for lookout duty?

They're busy helping a friend.
Aren't they always?

Should I worry?

Uh, honestly, I would
be more concerned...

about our little
assignment than theirs.

That's reassuring.

[ Michael Narrating ] High
school chemistry teaches us...

that volatile chemicals
like sodium metal...

will burn when they come into contact
with the moisture in the air,

which makes them ideal triggers for
particularly nasty booby traps.

High school chemistry
also teaches us...

that oil and water don't mix.

So to defuse a booby trap
triggered by moisture...

you submerge it in oil.

It's messy, but it'll keep you
from being blown to bits.

It's like Russian nesting dolls.
It's cute, huh?

Don't worry. It's safe now.

- It's totally harmless.
- No, it's not that.

What do you people say? "I
think we have company"?

Damn it.

I need a sec to get this
out and cover it up.

- Could you... - Yeah.

I thought I saw
somebody over here.

Are you in charge of this place?
I'm the caretaker.

Can you tell me what that
truck is doing here?

What does it look like? I
had to hire a landscaper.

Ma'am, you can't do that.
That's not authorized.

Someone had to take
care of Quin's grave.

You certainly haven't.

Would you look at me
when I'm talking to you?

People have no respect.
I'm grieving here.

I'm dealing with the pain
of a very serious loss,

and you're just letting
his grave go to hell.

Do you have any idea
how painful that is?

Ma'am, are you confused?
This is a historic cemetery.

Everyone here has been
dead for over a century.

It's not about how
long it's been.

It's about how much
you love somebody.

My great, great, great
Uncle Quinton...

has been so important
to our family.

I'm sorry.

- We'll try to do better.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Becker, I'm done.
Are you ready?

Oh, right.

Bye.

The riot will probably start in one of
the common areas, and when it does,

the guards will try to lock down
the cell blocks... [ Clattering ]

and move in to stop it.

That's when we'll make our move all
the way over here, to the infirmary.

You think the guards will be
too distracted to see us?

If Cruz throws the kind
of bash he's promised,

they'll have their hands full.

I don't wanna get my hopes up too
high, but this sounds good to me.

But then again, I never
really broke out of prison.

No, neither have I.

You two come with us.

- Where are you taking us?
- Time to see the barber.

- What's wrong with our hair?
- Let's go.

[ Prisoners Chattering ]

What's happening?

I think Cruz's party is
about to get started.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie,
Indistinct ]

Should we run? This
is Cruz's cell block.

Until the riot starts, we
have nowhere to run to.

- What is this?
- It's the end of the line, I guess.

We're supposed to
be responding...

to a code black in Cell Block
"A" when this goes down.

The deal... [ Groans ]

- I know what the deal was.
- [ Shouting ]

[ Man ] Attention. We have
a code black in progress.

Mobilize response
team immediately.

There's gonna be a lot of
bodies when this is done.

Lot of guards, inmates,

- snitches... - Let Michael go.

- He's got no beef with you.
- He had no beef with me.

Would have been quick for you
with my shiv, but now...

it's gonna be slow and
painful for both of you.

[ Yelping ]

Let's go. We gotta move.
I think it's broken.

[ Groaning ]

Put me down. You're never gonna be
able to carry me through there.

It's the only way
to the infirmary.

The guards will have already
locked down the yard.

We have 10 minutes.

You did your best and I appreciate
it, but Cruz is coming.

You gotta get out of
here or you're dead.

We're already set up to
get someone out of here.

If you're staying here, I guess
Cruz will have to leave.

Come on. Okay.

Get in here. Keep
your head down.

- How are you gonna get him to the
infirmary? - I'm working on it.

[ Phone Beeping Rapidly ]

- Get down!
- Down on the ground!

- Down, down, down!
- All the way. Get down.

- Hey, buddy. How you doing?
- Now! Get down!

This guy Cruz is no joke. Really
stirring up a hornet's nest.

- Let's hope Mike and Juan are not
in the middle of it. - [ Ringing ]

Mike, you and Juan all right?

I'm fine, but Juan's
leg is busted.

He's not making it
to the infirmary.

- He has to. - He can't, Sam!

That's why we're gonna give
Cruz an early release.

Mr. Westen, you're
a very clever man.

Cruz is already looking for us.

If he found out that we're
holed up in the infirmary...

I'll make sure that he does.

[ Man ] I don't know. I'm
looking at it right now.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Yeah, we're
gonna need more. Hold on.

We have no security
there at this time.

- What?
- Your pal Cruz is hunting for my friends.

Make sure that he gets a message that
he can find them in the infirmary.

One of Cruz's guys has a phone.
I could call him.

George, just remember
your brother now.

You do this, and Cruz is not
gonna be a problem anymore.

But you gotta do it fast.
[ Beeps ]

Copy that.

All clear. Thanks, pal.

I said keep your head down!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Any medical facility...

is going to contain plenty
of combustible material.

Pure oxygen can pack a punch if
paired with the right accelerant.

The same properties that make
ether a powerful anesthetic...

also makes it
extremely flammable.

Alcohol is used to
sterilize wounds.

Pour it on the floor, it can
also make an effective fuse.

[ Cruz ] Mike. Juan.

Why don't you make it easier
on yourselves, pendejos?

Get out here!

[ Michael Narrating ] Any place where lots of
dental lab work is done on the premises...

will have a butane torch.

It's used to cast molds
or teeth out of wax.

It can also be used
for any other task...

that requires a controlled,
pointed flame.

Run!

[ Shouting ]

[ Jesse ] Yup. This
looks about right.

I guess Cruz finally got a
taste of his own medicine.

- Okay, okay.
- I need a little help here.

- [ Jesse ] Hey, you're not going back out
there? - Not without an F.B.I. escort.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

Agent Harris. You said to
call if there was trouble.

You wanna be a little
more specific, Westen?

- [ Cruz Grunting ] - [ Michael
Narrating ] Few incidents...

inspire a police response as
intense as a prison break.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Local, state and federal authorities
come after a fugitive...

with everything they've got.

Dump an escaped
prisoner someplace,

give him a gun,

make a few calls,

and you can guarantee he'll make a lot
of new friends in law enforcement.

- [ Sirens Blaring ] - Freeze!
Don't move! On your stomach.

On your stomach. Get
on your stomach.

Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

[ Harris ] I don't know, Westen. It felt
more right when I was walking you in.

Gotta say, I kind
of agree with you.

Not sure you don't
deserve another stretch.

Full-blown riot,

a prison gang leader tries
to break out of jail,

and now several guards are
admitting to taking bribes.

You had nothing to do with that?

You really want to know?

No. I guess we don't.

All right. Thanks for the update.
I owe you.

That was my buddy at the U.S.
Attorney's office.

They're going after Cruz? Looks
like somebody else already did.

Apparently, the day after
he was taken into custody,

La Nación got wind that his hands
were in the coffers of the gang.

Decided to take matters
into their own hands.

I don't know how I can ever
thank you and Michael.

No thanks necessary.

I promised you your family
will be taken care of,

and they will be.

'Cause they have you back.

[ Both Laugh ]

- Hey, Dad! - [ Juan ] Hola.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, hey. Hang on. Hang on.

Okay, go.

I'm not gonna miss the unveiling
of Simon's treasure trove.

[ Fiona ] Coroner photos
and high school yearbooks.

It's a rare combination.

Here we go. "Berlin 2007."

This is the tape Simon
wanted me to hear.

And you're gonna meet with Simon
tomorrow to talk about this.

Given my last
go-round with Simon,

I told Vaughn I wanted to
control the security this time.

Simon and I are going to meet outdoors.
Maybe along the beach.

How romantic.

[ Tape: Line Ringing ]

[ Vaughn ] Vaughn. Hello?
Hello. Who is this?

[ Simon ] I'll give
you one guess.

Simon? Surprised
to hear from me?

Where are you?

Right behind you. [ Chuckles ]

No. The end won't
come that quick.

Not like it did for the
men you sent for me.

You'll find what's left
of them in my hotel room.

Simon, I don't know what
you're... Please don't.

I take it you've chosen
to terminate my services.

You gave us no choice. We know
you've been working against us.

Whatever will you do without me?
Oh, we found a replacement.

Very promising. Name's Westen.

And if he doesn't work
out, there'll be another.

The work continues.

[ Simon ] Well, I guess this is good-bye.
[ Line Clicks ]

Simon. [ Tape Stops ]

I thought Vaughn told you he had
nothing to do with burning you.

Obviously he was one of the
people who pulled the trigger.

So, Mike, what are you gonna do?

I heard the tape.

Now I know Vaughn
helped choose me.

I wanna thank you for that.

Hallelujah.

"Therefore, rejecting
all falsity,

let everyone rejoice in the
truth with his brothers."

[ Chuckles ]

That's what we are, Michael.
Brothers.

Whatever you say, Simon.

I still want to know what the
Bible decodes and who's after it.

The man who tried to take the Bible...
He's not like you and me, Michael.

We're just pawns in a very,
very large chess game,

but he's...

Well, he's more like a king.

Last time I checked, a pawn
can still take a king.

I guess we'll find out.

Man's name is John Barrett.

Ring any bells?

C.E.O. of Drake Technologies?
The same.

Makes sense, if you
think about it.

Multibillion-dollar
corporation...

with holdings in telecom,
infrastructure, tech.

Whatever they destroy,
they can rebuild.

It's quite the business
model, wouldn't you say?

Simon, what does the Bible decode?
Ooh.

I'm not gonna tell, but
let's put it this way...

If you deliver that book to Mr. Barrett,
he'll have everything he needs...

to wipe out Vaughn and
his ilk completely.

Let him, Michael.
You'll be free.

Free to go gunning for Barrett
yourself, if you feel like it.

Why tell me any of this?

I would have worked with
the devil himself...

to take down those sons of
bitches that burned us.

Sadly, the devil's
not available.

I'll have to pin
my hopes on you.

Go get 'em, brother.

I'll be damned.

John Barrett.

How'd you get Simon
to talk, Michael?

He tried to convince
me to kill you.

- I let him believe he convinced me.
- Should I be worried?

I just told a psychopath
what he wanted to hear.

So what's next? You
go after Barrett?

It's not that simple.

With a guy like Barrett, you
can't go in with guns blazing.

It calls for a more...
surgical approach.

You're not done yet,

but you made a hell
of a lot of headway.

Here's to you, partner. I'm
glad we found each other.

[ Glasses Clink ]

Me too.