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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 ] National intelligence
agencies and local law enforcement...

work together more often
than you might think.

Most metropolitan police stations have
an office called a fusion center,

where classified intel is
collected in one place.

It's a great resource if
you need information fast.

Unfortunately, it does involve
breaking into a police station.

You sure this is the move, Mike?

To find the list of the people who
burned me, I'd break into the Pentagon.

Okay, but you don't even know if
you're gonna get what you need.

The guy who stole it... Justin
Walsh... worked with the D.O.D.

Fusion center monitors the communication
of anyone with a job in national security.

They'll have something. Okay.

You're Mr. Elias Schmidt,
Shadyglade Neighborhood Watch.

You got a meeting with Officer
Pepiol in Community Outreach.

His office is on the floor
below the center database.

- Elias?
- Your friends call you Eli.

It doesn't matter. Once you get
past security, you're on your own.

[ Groans ] And no
action-guy stuff, okay?

- Your gunshot wound's gonna be a
little tender. - It's not tender, Sam.

Keep the engine running.

[ Michael Narrating ] Because undercover
cops and confidential informants...

don't like their
pictures taken...

Here you go, sir. Go on up.

Only the public areas of police
stations are kept under surveillance.

So once you're past the lobby,

the only cameras you have to avoid
are the ones taking mug shots.

Mr. Schmidt, I'm Officer Pep... I think
you're looking for someone else.

I'm here to see Detective
Marano, Homicide.

[ Michael Narrating ] Get caught with
a lock-pick set in a police station,

and you've got problems.

A pair of cheap sunglasses is less
suspicious and just about as effective.

Modify them in advance,

and you can use the stems
as a rake and tension tool.

And if you get caught, you're just
a guy with some busted sunglasses.

[ Lock Clicks ]

[ Computer Beeping ]

[ Beeping ]

He checked in using the name "Elias
Schmidt," but never made it to my office.

He's loose in this building.

We've got a trespasser
in the facility.

Lock down the exits. We need
to do a full I.D. check.

[ Officers Chattering, Shouting
] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Police officers
uphold the chain of command as sacred.

Act like you're in charge,

and someone new to the force won't
dare question your authority.

Crazy son of a bitch jumped!
He went out the window?

The guy is out of his mind.

Rookie, are you deaf? Call
all units outside. Go!

Yeah! I'm on it!

[ Officer ] Escaped! Let's move it!
[ Siren Wailing ]

Oh, come on, Mike.

[ Officers Shouting
] Check out back!

Check the side! Hold there!

Time to go, Sam.

I ever tell you you're the
reason I drink, Mikey?

[ Michael Narrating ] It's hard to
forgive someone after a betrayal,

even if it was for a good cause.

There's nothing more difficult to
repair in the field than trust.

You know what? Next time you're gonna
pull something like, I don't know,

breaking into a fusion center, I'd
appreciate a little heads-up.

Well, you're here now. And
this is every e-mail...

Walsh has written
in the last year.

Sharing all I've got, Jesse.
I'm just saying.

Whatever our past
disagreements may be,

I'm still your partner on this.

Right. And when did you plan
on telling your partner...

what you just discovered
in that stack there?

You've read the same
page three times.

Walsh sent messages to
alphanumeric e-mail addresses...

in Taiwan, Peru, Bulgaria.

It's disguised as a discussion about
stamp collecting, but check it out.

They're talking about minimum
bids, delivery conditions.

He's auctioning the list.

We need to find out where
it's happening, intercept it.

To track down guys like that,
it's gonna take some help.

We're gonna need
somebody with some pull,

somebody in the government.

- What about your old handler?
- Marv? No.

Besides, Marv's by the book. If he
helped us, he'd file a report on it.

You worked with the
man for eight years.

You have no idea how to
motivate him to do it quietly?

What, you want me to blackmail him?
Oh, that's good. That's great.

- You know what's at stake.
- [ Exhales ]

There might be a way to get to Marv.
It's a low blow, man.

It's gonna have to come from
somebody he doesn't know.

I could call Sam.

[ Madeline ] This is the last
of your stuff from the house.

Michael, are you sure you
wanna go back to the loft?

- Your shoulder's still leaking.
- I'm fine, Ma.

No. You got shot.

Yeah, but, thanks to Jesse,
just in the right spot.

Tell you boys what.

Why don't I make margaritas,

and we'll work on clearing
the air between you two?

I gotta run. Fi's
paying me by the hour.

Fi... Fi got a job?

- She didn't call me.
- Maybe she wanted you to get your rest.

You could've mentioned...

your client docks his
boat out in the boonies.

Sorry. But I'm glad you came.

I wasn't sure you'd
be up for a gig.

Why not? I'm all
for honest work.

I meant us working
together... again, by choice.

Okay. Can I just say
something real quick?

And then we'll never have
to bring it up again.

When I found out you'd been
lying to me, it hurt. Okay?

But I know you only did it
'cause Michael asked you to.

You were being loyal to him.
I can respect that.

I can forgive you for that.
So we're cool.

All right? You're not the
one I have the issue with.

- We should talk about you and Michael.
- Fi, let's just...

Just tell me who we're meeting.
[ Sighs ]

His name is Stuart.

He tried to buy a .357 from a
gun dealer friend of mine.

But he was so upset,

my friend gave him my
number instead of the gun.

Stuart, I'm Fiona.
This is Jesse.

- What is he, your muscle?
- No. I have plenty of muscle.

He's more like a sidekick.

Why don't you just tell us
about your problem, Stuart?

My sister Stephanie's
in trouble.

She fell in love with this
Venezuelan diplomat... Marco.

He's dirty. Think
he moves drugs.

I warned her, but she
moved to Caracas.

Didn't take long before he
started beating on her.

So I went down there myself
and brought her back.

- Good for you.
- Somehow, he found Stephanie.

Now he's holding her
like a prisoner.

I tried to get her. All
I got was this beating.

I think he's gonna take
her back to Venezuela.

So you haven't gone
to the cops yet.

He's a diplomat. He's
practically untouchable.

He told the cops Stephanie was on
vacation, and they just left. That's it.

Don't worry. We'll get her back.

Fiona, when it's time to go
in, I want to come with you.

I'm her big brother. I'm
supposed to protect her.

I know how you feel.
We'll call you soon.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ] [ Michael Narrating
] Blackmail may be effective at times,

but it's never fun.

The problem is that
it works best...

on people that are basically good.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

If someone's made a
mistake he regrets,

it's easy to make him
regret it even more.

Marv Peterson.

Yeah, Marv, this
is Chuck Finley,

private investigator
out of Dade County.

What's this about?

Sensitive information, sir.

Sensitive in what way exactly?

Sensitive as in July, 2003.
Do I need to spell it out?

You, a young woman
named Sally Baker...

and a $60-a-night
roadside motel.

I recommend that you come
down to Miami to handle this.

Handle what? Look, I
told her it was over.

She want money? She okay?

Just be on the first flight out tomorrow.
I'll fill you in.

All right, I can do that.

Keep your phone on. [ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Scouting
security from a distance...

is mainly just a
matter of observation.

You set up in a
concealed place...

and watch incoming vehicles,
personnel and weapons.

This guy Marco
doesn't mess around.

High walls for privacy, couple
S.U.V.s worth of goons.

- He's wired tight.
- I think we can handle it.

[ Michael Narrating ] Getting
additional information...

usually requires a
more direct approach.

- No, no, no, no. What are you doing?
- I'm gonna ring the bell.

Whoever answers the gate is gonna
take me on a little guided tour.

Jesus. Fi.

Is it me, or are you taking
this gig a bit personally?

I have a thing for
lost little sisters.

Yeah, I get that, but can we do
a little recon first, please,

that doesn't involve waving a
gun around like a crazy person?

How? You have a satellite
that you haven't mentioned?

I think I got a way.

I've done it a
couple times before.

We're just gonna need another car.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ] The best security
probe isn't necessarily stealthy.

Sometimes you want to be
right out in the open.

- [ Line Rings ] -
Buckle up, big guy.

[ Jesse ] Copy that.
Game face is on... now.

[ Jesse Groans ]

- [ Groaning ] - [ Michael Narrating
] With the right approach,

you can march up to your
enemy's front door...

- The hell was that? - Hey!

Evaluate his defenses
and personnel...

[ Jesse ] Please. I think I hit
my head on my steering wheel.

Without anyone realizing
what you're up to.

[ Man Speaking Spanish ]
I think I hit my head.

- No entiende.
- What the hell's goin' on?

I'll tell you what's goin' on. One of
your guards here caused an accident.

Now he's pulling the "me no speak
English" routine. I know you comprende.

My cousin is a lawyer, and I will
sue each and every one of you guys.

I got a headache... I gotta use your phone.
I gotta use your phone.

Oh, my God. You better hope
that guy has some insurance,

'cause I got enough points
on my record as it is.

Here's your insurance. Now go.

But I gotta call my girlfriend.
She's gonna come pick me up.

'Cause my head's
really hurting, man.

I'm feeling dizzy. Seriously, I think
I have, like, a concussion, so...

I just gotta use your phone.
[ Hammer Cocks ]

Find a pay phone.
You're leaving.

I'm just gonna leave.

You don't have to
push that hard, Fi.

If you stopped fidgeting, we'd
be done already. [ Groans ]

Hey. Things not go
well on the job?

Jesse got into a
little fender bender.

We just stopped by to borrow
some of your medical supplies.

What's this?

Girl's being held captive by her boyfriend.
This is his place. Anyway...

There's sentries that
patrol the yard.

They got machine guns. There's
sirens here and here.

I'm talking about big-ass ones,
like for tornado warnings.

- And this?
- Those are floodlights.

Anybody tries to
sneak in at night,

place lights up like
Dolphin Stadium.

What about inside the house?

My guess is they're not
keeping her inside the house.

Best bet is she's in one of these sheds.
Outside, here and here.

Holding a girl takes
one, maybe two people.

You don't need a team of sentries,
tornado sirens and floodlights.

Why don't you just spit out
whatever's on your mind, Westen?

There's got to be more than just
a boyfriend who won't let go.

Well, we're gonna go see Stuart.
Maybe he can fill us in.

I'm happy to go if you need
an extra set of eyes, Fi.

Fine. Let's go.

This is Marco's compound. These
X's are guys with machine guns.

All of 'em? Yeah.

- Is there any way past them?
- Sure. We can make a plan.

But why don't you start by telling
us what's really going on?

What do you mean?

This security is designed to keep armed
intruders out, not a 20-something woman in.

Is your sister mixed up
in something illegal?

Maybe. I'm on the water three
weeks out of every month.

Don't lie to us, dude.
We're trying to help you.

My sister's a victim. I swear
on my mother's grave...

[ Footsteps Approach ]

Hi. Remember me? I kinda
changed my hair, but...

- Natalie.
- What, you guys know this woman?

They didn't tell you about the
time that I stole Barry's ledger?

I'm hurt.

Long story short... I'm a thief.

He was lying. He
doesn't have a sister.

I picked him up in Boca,
scamming cancer patients.

It was a great job scouting the
compound, by the way. Top-notch.

Whoa!

Hand cannons in the water.
Right now. Everybody.

Let's go! Chop-chop!

Fiona, you especially
should hear me out.

Because, well, not only am I
holding you at gunpoint, but...

- My .45. - It's a bad call
to use your car as an armory.

And this is a good one.
Good prints.

So you guys do anything stupid, it
goes straight to the Miami P.D.

- What do you want?
- The situation is this.

I got a job a month ago with some
Venezuelan revolutionary types.

They wanted me to steal something.
I did.

And it turned out that the
"something" was a chemical weapon.

I need to steal it back. I know what
kind of heat this could bring down,

and I don't plan on rotting in
some secret prison somewhere.

And you, being the good
people that you are,

do not want a chemical
weapon floating around.

So I figure we steal it, we
destroy it... everybody wins.

- ** [ Funk On Stereo ]
- [ Woman Laughing ]

That party boat's gonna
pull in here any second,

and some coed is gonna find
our dead friend over there.

So do we join forces or not?

Please say yes.

- We'll do it.
- Super. I'll be in touch.

Well, Natalie's
story checks out.

There's been chatter in
military intel circles...

that Venezuelan rebels got
their hands on something big.

Lucky us. It's right
here in our backyard.

I can't believe we're contemplating
working with Natalie.

Is it me, or did she just
kill a man in front of us?

And she's all set to frame you for the
murder. We don't have a choice, Fi.

Fine. Call the F.B.I.

Okay, sure. But Marco's here
on a diplomatic passport.

By the time anybody got cleared
for surveillance or a raid,

that weapon would be long gone.

Which leaves us.

You could've mentioned that this was
an "eat in your socks" kind of place.

It's traditional Japanese.
You're gonna love it.

Listen, I feel like we started
off on the wrong foot.

You shot an unarmed man. I'd
say that's the wrong foot.

What was I gonna do? I
was gonna call and say,

"Hi. I know we tried to kill
each other, but I need a favor"?

Come on. Let's just
get on with it.

I got these specs from a
Russian who owed me a favor.

It's what we're after. It's
called Novichok agent.

- Novichok. Seriously? - Mm-hmm.

Compared to that stuff, mustard
gas might as well be cologne.

Well, we can curse the darkness
or we can light a candle.

So, who's got ideas about how to
get it back? Talk to me, boys.

Compound security is set up
for defense, not mobility.

The S.U.V.s aren't armored,
and the road is isolated.

We get them to bring
the weapon out,

we split 'em up, we
tear-gas 'em, we take it.

Nice. How do you
get them outside?

We'll convince them
they have a gas leak...

Something dangerous enough
to require an evacuation.

See? I knew you'd be
perfect for this.

We do this, you're gonna stay
with us the entire time...

where we can keep an eye on you.

And we don't let you leave until
we get Fi's gun back. Deal?

Whatever you may have heard, there
is still some honor among thieves.

Yes. Deal.

To teamwork. Come on.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Michael Narrating ] It may surprise
anyone who has left on a stove burner,

but natural gas is odorless.

The smell most people think of as gas
is actually an additive called T.H.T.

Which means that making people
think there's a gas leak...

is as simple as pumping T.H.T.
into the air...

with a portable pump
and some rubber hose.

It's safe, effective
and easy to deploy.

But it smells like you've just
wandered into an open sewer.

Then you just have to get
the package in place...

without anyone
getting suspicious.

Fiona?

Sorry. I'm staying in a hotel
while I look for a new place,

and I needed somewhere
private to do a little work.

Oh.

- Is that a stroller?
- No, don't get any ideas.

Please. [ Scoffs ] You're not
gonna get baby fever from me.

Michael's too busy running
around with a gun...

to take care of a hamster,
much less a child.

I'm glad you're here.

I've been wanting to talk to you about
this Michael-and-Jesse situation.

Yeah. It's complicated.
They're working together,

but I'm not sure it'll
ever be the same.

I'm gonna get the two of them in a
room together, and I need your help.

Madeline, I know you mean well.

Don't patronize me, sweetheart.

Remember, I used to push Michael
around in one of these.

Just tell me you'll help
me when the time comes.

[ Exhales ] Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ] Recruiting
a source is a painful process.

Threatening to ruin someone's life can
put a lot of strain on a relationship...

and make it tough
to work together.

Hello, Marv. Chuck Finley.
Nice to meet you.

Wish I could say the same.
What's this about?

The good news is this
has nothing to do...

with your marital indiscretion
with Sally Baker.

The bad news?

[ Michael Narrating ] But sometimes a bad
relationship is the best you can do.

Jesse, what the hell
are you doin' to me?

I can't be here. I can't be talking to you.
You know that.

I know. If there was
any other way...

Other than dragging my
private life into this?

I'm sorry. I really
need your help.

My help? What, are you kidding?

This is the second time you
tricked me into meeting you.

You wanna know what
happened the first time?

The help you gave me led directly to
the takedown of Drake Technologies.

You're involved with that? Yes.

- The congressional hearings
are still going on. - I know.

And trust me, you don't
wanna know the details,

but you helped stop some
very bad people, Marv.

So I'm asking you
to do it again.

All right. What do you need?

Someone's getting ready to auction
off something really nasty.

I got e-mails on some of
the people attending.

I need to know the who,
the when and the where.

All right. I'll look into it.

[ Groans ] Guy's a good friend.

I feel like a son of a bitch
playing him like that.

Yep. I know how you feel.

But you know what
always cheers me up?

Stealing a chemical weapon from a
bunch of crazy South Americans.

So... [ Clears Throat ]

you guys don't really talk
much during missions, huh?

[ Vehicle Approaches ]

Fi's in position.

Does that mean that we are gonna do
this now? 'Cause I'm getting antsy.

We aren't doing anything. You're gonna
stand still and stay out of trouble.

[ Car Door Closes ] Am I
sensing hostility here?

I thought we were
supposed to be teammates.

Is that what you thought?

Yeah, 'cause teammates don't usually
frame each other for murder.

Jesse, she's going in.

Look, I don't know what to tell ya, chief.
It's for your own safety.

I need everybody out
of here right now.

Sam's doing his thing.
Get ready.

[ Sniffs, Exhales ]

Whoa! Did you get
a whiff of that?

That's a serious leak. This is a gas main.
Sir, I can't.

You're sitting on a powder keg.
If this place goes up,

we're gonna be part of the biggest
barbecue in the history of Miami.

You and your pals have
gotta get moving.

[ Spanish ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Any strategy based
on creating fear in your target...

is a bit of a gamble.

It's not just a matter of whether you
succeed in making your target afraid.

That's easy.

[ Man Shouting In Spanish
] What's a lot harder...

is ensuring that they don't
fear something else even more.

[ Spanish ]

That's good, right?

"Gringo"... that's me. Got it. I have
to... Okay, I can understand that.

Something's wrong.
They're not leaving.

- Why not? - I don't know.

Excuse me! ¡Señora! I need
to ask you some questions.

Wait a minute. This isn't good.

I'm sorry. I'm just
terribly late as it is.

So sorry. It's necessary.

- I'm goin' in.
- We're goin' in.

No, you can't ride in
there and save the day.

The operation will be over.
Let me help her.

Oh, right.

You guys don't trust me.
How about this?

You don't like what you see,
then you can shoot me first.

You have a stroller and no baby?

Maybe you can
explain this to me.

I need to see some I.D. now.

Yeah, well... Okay, well, that's
in the glove compartment.

You caught her! I
was so worried.

Thank you. Thank you. Oh!

You're the neighborhood
security guy, right?

Yeah. $500 stroller.

And this bitch just walked away with
it from the park around the corner.

What? That is a lie. Oh?

Get outta my face! Or what?

Or this! [ Groans ]

I already called the
police, you psycho!

You're goin' to jail!
[ Screams ]

That's enough. Get the hell outta here!
Both of you!

- [ Fiona ] God!
- Not bad, right?

- Yeah. I've seen better. - Oh!

Okay. So plan A
at the compound...

[ Whispers ] kind of a fail.

It wasn't a total loss. We know
where they keep the weapon now.

- We're going in tonight to take it.
- "Take it." I likey.

But isn't there an alarm
on the vault thing?

You have some magic
spy way to beat them?

No, there's no way of
avoiding tripping the alarms.

So we're gonna take out the
lights with a sniper rifle...

and the sirens with
spray insulation.

Yay, team.

We go in, open the
shed with a water saw,

hand the weapon off
to Sam and scatter.

We'll meet up at a rally
point when we're done.

Water saw? Those
things take forever.

What you need is
a thermal lance.

Cuts through cement
in under a minute.

You can get your hands
on a thermal lance?

I'm a thief. Remember?

And not to brag, but I do
handle one like a surgeon.

No. You're watching on the
sidelines on this. Remember?

Hmm. Okay, show of hands...

for how many have used a thermal
lance in a heist before.

What? No? Just what, me?

I'm gonna be there anyway. I
might as well be of some use.

What's with the skeptical looks?

Even after I saved your
butt at the compound?

[ Clicks Tongue ] I wanted
this to be a surprise, but...

Here.

Your .45.

You're off the hook
for murdering Stuart.

Don't expect a thank-you note.

Are we a team on this or not?

I'll call Jesse and tell him
we don't need a water saw.

You should have him come to lunch.
'Cause he's moody, but he's cute, right?

He's busy. Oh.

[ Michael Narrating ] Intelligence
work is all about relationships.

Like a romance, working with a source
is more about the heart than the head.

Of course, romantic relationships
usually end if there's a betrayal,

whereas spy relationships
often begin with one.

How'd it go? Any luck getting
details on the auction?

Listen, before we do this, I
want to get something straight.

What happens if I say no?
Marv, we've been over this.

I asked you to help
'cause it's important.

I'm not some starry-eyed
source who needs a pep talk.

What if I say no? What
are you gonna do?

You gonna tell my wife? Huh?
You gonna ruin my career?

Huh? What's it gonna be? You know,
Marv, I'm no beginner either.

And, uh, I can tell when someone's trying
to get me to talk about blackmail.

You look a little uncomfortable
in those slacks.

You recording me?

Oh, what do we have here?
A digital recorder.

- Wow. Really, Marv?
- I had to protect myself.

Blackmail me once, shame on me.

You do it again... Yes,
Jesse, I'm recording you.

Marv, I asked you to help me 'cause
I don't have anybody else to ask.

You wanna walk away, that's fine, man.
Walk away.

I'm not gonna blackmail you.
Come on.

The hell are you into, Jesse?

I do this favor you ask.

Those e-mail addresses belong
to brokers, arms dealers,

some ex-spook who's into
crypto-intelligence.

So you know where they're coming
together for the auction?

Santo Domingo. Two weeks.

What is this thing everybody
wants to get their hands on?

Uh, it's probably best you don't
know... for your own good.

Whatever it is, it's gonna take five
million bucks in an escrow account...

just to get a seat at the table.

Are you... [ Sighs ]

Marv, you wouldn't happen to
still have any friends...

at the Federal
Reserve, would you?

You're about to ask me for five
million bucks, aren't you?

No, I... Yes.

We both know you can get your hands on
some old bills marked for destruction.

You've done it before.
For official ops, yes.

Marv, I know how much
you used to love...

the cloak-and-dagger stuff,
being out in the field.

This is it, man. This is what we're
all about. You're back in the game.

Please, just help me
do the right thing.

Why isn't anything ever
easy with you, Jess?

But just for the record,
it's my last trip to Miami.

I love you, Marvin.

What did you do with
Natalie's murder weapon?

I threw it in the Atlantic.

I wish I could have sunk
Natalie with it too.

I still hate that we're going
on this heist with her.

Fi, we can't always pick our
teammates in the field.

But I am not a spy.

I can't pretend someone
doesn't make my skin crawl.

We won't be able to get the
chemical weapon without her.

At least this way, we
keep her in our sights.

You done planning
Sam's escape route?

Yeah.

Once you hand off the weapon,

he'll go through Watson Key
to make sure he's not tailed.

Once he's sure he's
clear, he'll head north.

We're good to go.

[ Michael Narrating ] There's a reason most
surprise attacks are just before dawn.

Sleepers hit their deepest REM
cycles just before sunrise,

which makes it harder to
come to full alertness.

And anyone on watch is likely to be
exhausted and at the end of a shift.

[ Loud Yawn ]

- Yeah, you and me both, sister.
- Hit the lights, Fi.

[ Michael Narrating ] Small-caliber,
high-velocity bullets...

can pierce fragile surfaces
without shattering them.

If you need to knock out floodlights
from a few hundred yards away,

they're even better
than an off switch.

Spray insulation is handy for more than
keeping your house cool in the summer.

Use it to fill the
diaphragm of a siren,

and it'll be about as
noisy as a lawn gnome.

[ Electricity
Crackles ] [ Groans ]

[ Body Thuds ] [ Groans ]

Moment of truth.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Burning at temperatures...

over 8,000 degrees,

thermal lances are used
by construction crews...

to cut through rock and steel.

They're tricky to operate, but they'll slice
through a heavy dead bolt like butter.

Come on, baby. Come on.

[ Michael ] Let's go.

Oh, smooth!

[ Whistles ]

[ Whistles ]

Catch you on the
flip side, Mike.

Little help.

Come on, come on.

[ Groans ] My ankle.

[ Man ] ¡Fuego! I think
I broke my ankle.

I'm coming back down. I'm gonna get you.
No. They'll be out any second.

Sam got the case, right? They're gonna
roll out when they see that it's not here.

I will leave then. Just go.

[ Shouting In Spanish ]

Hey, Mike. I'm at Watson Key.
Looks like I'm free and clear.

I'm heading over there now to drop this
baby off with my buddy at the base.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies are trained
to be careful around roadwork.

Too many workers for
too little work,

you're probably driving
into a snatch-and-grab.

No workers, with roadblocks guiding
you toward a freshly paved pothole...

rather than away from one...

It's a good bet you're about
to drive over a bomb.

[ Gasping ]

- [ Gunshots ] - Son of a...

[ Gunfire Continues ] Natalie?

You take that weapon,
you're in a world of hurt.

The feds, the military... all
hell's gonna rain down on you.

I don't know, Sam.

$20 million will buy me
a hell of an umbrella.

[ Gunfire Continues, Stops ]

It's gone. I can't believe it.
It's not your fault, Sam.

I let a psycho get away
with a chemical weapon.

- Who else's fault would it be? - You
didn't let her get away with anything.

She bombed the road. She
ambushed you with a machine gun.

You survived, Sam. That
counts for something.

It's time for the $64,000 question. How'd
she know where to set up for the attack?

No one told her where
Sam was gonna be.

- Michael?
- The Japanese restaurant.

We took our shoes
off to sit down.

She had to have planted a bug in
mine when she went to the bathroom.

I was wearing my loafers.
They're back at the loft.

Damn it! This is just perfect.

Natalie gets rich
selling mass murder,

and we have a loafer with
a listening device in it.

It's not ideal,

but it does give us a way
to track down Natalie.

She'll still be listening to
figure out what our next move is.

If we can convince her that she
doesn't have the real case,

she'll have to show herself.

[ Jesse ] Sounds like a long shot, man.
It's the only shot. Let's go.

[ Michael Narrating ] When a
spy finds a listening device,

the last thing he
does is turn it off.

A bug can be a direct line
into the mind of your enemy.

It's delicate, but
in the right hands,

it's a weapon that can turn almost
any situation in your favor.

Sam, where the hell have you been?
I've been calling.

Yeah. Damn near got myself killed, Mike.
Natalie hit me mid-route.

I thought you said she was gonna go
after me closer to the rally point.

- Did she get the weapon?
- [ On Radio ] Hell, no.

I had the decoy in the
driver's seat just in case.

Real thing was in the trunk.

[ Michael ] We're
lucky she got sloppy.

Damn right. I mean... You
talk to your fed buddies?

Yeah. Jesse's leaving the case in
the bag check at the bus station.

We make a call, they pick it up.

No questions, no
connections to us.

Well, he'd better head out soon. Traffic
on the causeway's gonna be a beast.

Fortunately, the weapon was in a
standard shockproof clamshell.

I have a friend...

who sells grenades out in
Hallandale who had a spare.

Tracker's ready.

Nice range, burst signal on a
timer so she can't sweep for it.

- [ Device Beeps ] - Wherever
she takes it, we will find her.

Now all we need is something
nasty to put in the case.

[ Michael Narrating ] Making fake weapons
is a little-known but important art.

If you don't want to put real killing
power in the hands of a bad guy,

you need a convincing
substitute.

A fake chemical weapon has to
be able to pass a field test...

Usually a simple
chemical analysis...

and a cruel demonstration
with a small animal.

Strong pesticide mixed with tear gas
and diesel fuel will do the trick...

without killing anyone who
weighs more than 20 pounds.

Try not to drop it on
your way to the station.

Okay. It's been an hour, people.

Has it occurred to anyone that maybe
Natalie's not going for this?

Be patient, Jesse.

People who are buying chemical weapons
aren't generally forgiving types.

She can't afford to risk
not having the real thing.

I'm just saying, you know,

maybe we could've given her a
better hint than "the causeway"...

to get her to the
right bus station.

If it was too easy, she'd get suspicious.
She'll figure it out.

[ Beeping ] Wait a minute.

Yeah. She's got it. It's on the move.
We're in business.

She's in a black Sebring.
She's heading north.

[ Over Headset ] Sam, you
and Mike take the causeway.

I'm gonna send Fi
northeast on Townsend.

It's go time.

So that's the dragon lady's den.

Never thought I would
miss the days...

when places like this were just
used for smuggling cocaine.

She's got both cases, Fi. Which
canister's the real one?

The black one. Mine was silver.

Shall we do this?

Uh, that's a chemical weapon in there, Fi.
We can't afford to go in there shooting.

This goes wrong and this entire area's
a hazmat site for the next decade.

I'll do this quietly.

If "quietly" doesn't work, we're
coming in to make some noise.

Fair enough.

[ Beeping ]

[ Hammer Cocks ] Hi again.

Move and I kill you.

[ Groans ] You don't
quit, do you?

Can't you leave a girl
alone to make a living?

You should've picked another
way to get rich. Let's go.

Wait. Just... First,
you gotta tell me.

Did you really
switch out the case?

Which one's real...
Silver or black?

[ Vehicle Approaches ] Let's
just leave it as a mystery.

It'll give you something to think
about in prison. Let's go.

Mmm, I don't think so.

- See, you're cute and you're clever.
- [ Vehicle Doors Open ]

But your timing sucks. [
Vehicle Doors Close ]

Your little trick ate up my day, so
instead of getting my hair done,

I had to come straight to
the buy, and... [ Sighs ]

my buyers are here.
[ Door Opens ]

- You don't wanna do this, Natalie.
- Actually, I do.

I really, really do.

Hello, Karl. Thanks for coming.

We have ourselves a
little situation here.

- Afternoon, guys.
- And you are who?

He came to interrupt
the transaction.

So do me a fave... shoot him.

You wanted to know
who I was, Karl.

I'm the guy holding a gun
on a can of Novichok agent.

All right, I've seen enough.
Time to move.

Fi, against five guys
with automatic weapons?

Come on. We roll in there heavy,
Mike's not gonna last two seconds.

You wanted to know which one
was the real one? Now you do.

Oh, that's interesting.

Michael's holding my
fake nerve gas hostage.

I pull the trigger, the
bullet releases the chemical.

It'll spread about 50 yards.

First, your eyes will burn,
your face will go numb.

If the exposure's not too bad,
you'll live about five minutes.

Too bad the nearest
hospital's 10 minutes away.

Last chance to walk away.

He's bluffing. He's not gonna
kill himself for this.

And you'd rather die than
give us that weapon, hmm?

Try me.

- [ Man ] Quick! Get out!
- [ Coughing ]

Go! Go! Get to the cars!

[ Michael Narrating ] You never forget
your first exposure to tear gas.

It feels like you're
drowning in your own fluids.

There's a reason why nothing
induces panic like a gas attack.

[ Coughing ]

Smile, Natalie. It's
not like you're dying.

[ Sobbing ] I have to
go to the hospital!

No. Michael shot a cylinder full
of tear gas and pesticides.

My own special blend.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, I got more good news for you.
You're gonna be a hero.

You are gonna call the F.B.I.
and tell them...

where they can find a stolen
container of Novichok agent.

Natalie, you forgot your
chemical weapon back there.

Touché.

Boy! You know, your buyers
and those Venezuelan guys...

are gonna be asking a whole lot of
questions when this goes public.

So your best bet, if you
want to stay alive,

is to make nice with the feds
and tell them everything.

And I mean everything. The
number to dial is 911.

Just say you want someone
from Homeland Security.

You guys, can we please make a deal?
I got money, and I got...

You got five seconds
to dial that phone.

And Natalie...

Clean yourself up before they get here.
You look like hell.

[ Whimpers ]

There you go... five
million in cash.

Don't say I never gave you anything.
Marv, this is clutch, man.

You so much as buy a latte in
the airport with that money,

we're both in for
a world of hurt.

Understood. No lattes. Listen.

Before you go down this road, I
want you to ask yourself something.

Can you trust Michael Westen?

[ Chuckles ]

That's... That's a
complicated question.

The guy ruined your life,
he destroys your career.

Then he turns around
and takes you in?

What the hell kind of person... I don't know
what to tell you. I'm still working on that.

All righty.

Take care of yourself, Jess.
Okay?

Hey, Marv.

Thank you.

[ Exhales ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Yeah, Fi?

Hey, Jesse. You wanna grab
lunch at the Carlito? Um...

I'm buying. Yeah, what the hell.
I can go for some fish tacos.

Oh. Funny running
into you people here.

Wasn't my idea.

Madeline wanted me to
get you two together.

Since you wouldn't sit down with Michael,
and Michael wouldn't sit down with you...

Oh, whatever. You
know how she is.

Look, Maddy, this
is really none of...

Shut it.

And sit down.

I'm so tired of this crap.

I know enough about the lives that
you people lead to know this.

If you two don't start
trusting each other again,

somebody's gonna end up dead.

Jesse.

Michael ruined your
life, got you fired.

He was trying to do a good
thing, so get over it.

Michael. Jesse shot
you in the chest.

He was trying to save your life.
Deal with it.

I'm not talking about closure.

I'm talking about good
old-fashioned gutting it out.

You know what families do...

when people lie... and
betray each other?

They suck it up
and they move on.

So if you two are
good, shake on it.

If you're not, too bad.
Shake anyway.

I'll leave you two
alone to talk.

[ Exhales ]

Wow. Your mom's good.

How'd your meeting with Marv go?

He got us the money.

Call up Barry, have him put
it in the escrow account.

You want to stay for a
bite, start planning?

We have an auction
to crash, Jesse.

[ Mouthing Words ]