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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.

You were there in the beginning?

It was a dazzling idea.

Use burned spies to
carry out ops...

that legitimate intelligence
agencies wouldn't touch.

And them came Michael Westen.

Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend
go to prison for the rest of her life,

you will do exactly what I say.

He'll keep forcing you to do his bidding.
There is no end to this.

[ Michael ] Our only chance is to find
out what Anson is planning and stop him.

We finally got something on
Anson I think we can use.

Barry tracked Anson's money
to a corrupt law firm.

[ Michael ] Here's
the deal, Vaughn.

You agree to help me,

and I'll get the C.I.A. to make your
miserable life a little less miserable.

Those numbers... They're linked to
real things. What real things?

Anson isn't retiring.
He's rebuilding.

That organization that burned you...
He's bringing that back on line.

Well, you put it all
together, it makes sense.

Anson picks up the pieces
of the old organization...

Everything the C.I.A.
didn't find...

And he's got himself an
instant recipe for mayhem.

I know what will happen to
me if we get in his way.

We can't let him do this. I'm
gonna confront him with it today.

Today? [ Sighs ]

Mike, I'm still going
through these files.

I mean, I swear, this guy has got
angles like no one I've ever seen.

Just when you think you got a
handle on him, he just slips away.

That's why we can't
wait any longer.

What, are you just gonna
go by his office?

You know, the D.I.A.
security's pretty tight.

Sam, I'm doing
whatever it takes.

I'm not gonna let a couple
of security guards stop me.

You're not doing this alone.
I'm going with you.

You can back me up with a sniper
rifle from across the street.

No. I'm not just there to
make sure you don't get shot.

If Anson doesn't back off his plans, I'm
gonna end this... blackmail or no blackmail.

Understood?

[ Fiona ] I'm all set, Michael.

- Where are you? - [ On Headset ]
Top floor of the parking garage.

See me? There you are.

You think you can
take that shot?

You just let him know
it's over and step aside.

He agrees or he
doesn't walk away.

[ Michael Narrating
] In espionage,

you often deal with people
who are working undercover...

Some legitimately, because their
identity needs to remain a secret,

and some illegitimately, because they're
betraying the country they've sworn to protect.

Either way, they go
to great lengths...

to keep their regular life
separate from their covert lives,

keeping their secrets
far from view.

Which is why there's nothing
quite so unsettling...

as seeing one of those secrets show up
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- Hello, Anson. - [
Car Alarm Chirps ]

Hello, Michael.

I know what you have planned. I'm
here to tell you that it's over.

What is it you think you know?

- Oh, I know. - [ Groans ]

I know that you're trying to rebuild
the organization that burned me!

That ends today!

You're in no position to make
threats, Michael. I'm serious.

- [ Gunshot ] - [
Glass Shatters ]

Believe me, I'm serious.

Michael, listen to me.

You're about to make a
very serious mistake.

Do not do this! Not now!

Not when everything you
fought for is so close.

Michael, don't listen to him.

I am not letting you put
the pieces back together.

Pieces of what?

A covert organization that does
things you happen to disagree with?

How's that any different
from the C.I.A.?

Or any one of the other
acronyms you work for, Michael?

It is entirely different. You
ruined my life! Ruined your life?

I gave you a life, Michael.

You were alone. You hadn't
talked to your family in years.

The love of your life was lonely
and abandoned in Ireland,

not sure if you
were dead or alive.

Look at what you have now.

You want to throw it all away?

Can you throw it all away?

Michael.

I didn't think so.

This is good, this is healthy,

working all this
out for yourself.

So I tell you what.

We're gonna forget
this ever happened.

This isn't over.

It will be, Michael. Very soon.

[ Car Door Closes ]
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

I thought you were ready to end this!
I thought we agreed...

Fi, it's like I told you before.

If you had pulled that trigger,
he would have won. You saw him.

He's afraid of me... of us...
Which means there's time.

- Time for what?
- Time to find another way.

That is just wishful thinking!
You are delaying the inevitable!

There is no happy ending!

Knock it off, both of you!

Just stop yelling for a
second, will you, and listen.

I got something here I
think we can use. Come on.

I was looking into this stuff that Anson bought
with his big pile of money. Check it out.

- [ Fiona ] What is it?
- Place up in Tampa.

Used to belong to a
private military company.

Guess what they kept in there...
Weapons and explosives.

If that's where Anson keeps the
T4 he used to frame Fiona...

My thought exactly. We could
head up there and check it out.

I can't. I have to go meet Pearce.
She called with a C.I.A. job.

Fi and I can handle
going to Tampa.

Assuming you still want to
nail the bastard, right?

[ Sighs ]

Fine.

And, Mike, whatever job she's
given you, be careful, will you?

I don't want you getting shot just
before we cross the finish line.

Have a seat.

Busy around here today.
Yes, it is.

Big job just came
down from Langley.

Do I get to know what it is?

Well, I guess you probably should,
considering you'll be running it.

Congrats.

You're in charge of an official C.I.A.
team...

for the first time
since you got burned.

It's a tryout of sorts.

There's a general feeling you're
the best person for the job,

but no one wants to be personally
responsible if you screw up.

It's progress.

A rendition op.
Who's the target?

Reed Perkins.

He freelances for hostile
governments in the Middle East,

finding assets willing
to spy on the U.S.

And we just learned he's coming to sunny
Miami for a security policy conference.

Travels pretty heavy?
Make that very heavy.

Brass doesn't want us
grabbing him at the hotel...

Too many international
bigwigs, too much security.

The plan is to grab him on the way
from his plane to the conference.

As for the details...
Well, you're the expert.

So when do I get to meet my
new official C.I.A. team?

How does... now sound?

They're at the firing
range downstairs.

Thank you for this.
Just don't let me down.

[ Beeps ]

I'd like you to meet Michael Westen.
Michael, this is Nick Carnahan,

on loan from the First Special
Forces Operational Detachment Delta.

- It's nice to meet you, sir.
- Thanks.

And this is Rebecca Lang and Ryan Pewterbaugh
with the C.I.A.'s field division.

It's a pleasure. I'm looking
forward to working with you.

Good to meet you.

I ran stateside support for some
of your operations in the '90s.

Heard about your burn notice.
It's a raw deal.

It's good to have you
back on the team.

Well, I'd like to
remind everyone...

that we've got less than 24
hours to plan this operation.

I suggest you get busy.

[ Michael Narrating ] Abandoned facilities
are often used to cover up covert activity.

Set up in a crumbling building covered in
graffiti and no one takes much notice.

There are ways of figuring out if a
facility is truly abandoned, however,

like the power draw.

If a building's using electricity,
chances are someone's home.

All right. I think we
got something here.

Check this out.

So my readings from the
transformer are in blue.

The info from the local
power company's in black.

Yeah, I don't do charts.

Look, the point, Miss
No-Attention-Span,

is that there's a spike every a.m.
and then another one around lunch.

It's probably a microwave, so I think
Anson's got someone fricking living there.

Well, that would account for
the new keypad on the door.

Sam, that someone might
know what Anson's up to.

Yeah, but come on, Fi. You see the steel
doors? That place is pretty well defended.

Yeah, well, it's worth the risk.

It's not just me. Michael's on the edge
of something very, very bad. You know it.

Fine. We'll sneak in
there, have a little chat.

But no explosives, okay? 'Cause if that
place is storing R.D.X., forget it.

I don't just blow things up.
I do have other skills.

We're gonna need a truck.
A big rig. A truck?

How am I supposed to find a big
rig in Tampa? I don't know.

Call one of your many friends. Steal it.
I can't do everything, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ] In a heavily
populated and high-traffic environment,

a covert op has to leave
a small footprint...

and create as little
disturbance as possible.

An urban snatch-and-grab with a small
team requires good intelligence.

That begins with identifying
and tracking the target.

It's not enough knowing
he'll be in town.

You need to know when his flight
arrives, what vehicle he's driving...

Every detail down to where
he's gonna make a left turn.

[ Pearce ] All right, Reed's moving.
Stay sharp out there.

[ Pearce On Headset ] So
far so good, Michael.

Reed's on schedule and satellite
tracking has him headed your way.

[ Michael Narrating ] Once
your target is tracked,

the next task is to
stop his vehicle.

In an urban environment, this is
usually done with another vehicle...

in a precisely timed collision.

I got 50 bucks says I can bring this guy's
car to a complete stop without my seat belt.

Yeah, I'll take a
piece of that action.

I'll give you 100
bucks if you wear it.

- I don't want anyone getting hurt.
- Copy that.

[ Michael Narrating ] Finally,
you need a team in place...

to go in before the
smoke clears...

and do the actual extraction.

Do it right, and you're in and out
before anyone has time to fire a shot.

Rebecca. Hmm?

You okay? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm
always like this before an op.

I just want to move, you know?

[ Michael On Headset ] How
many operations have you done?

Checking my credentials, hmm?

You one of those guys that doesn't
like working with women in the field?

If I couldn't work with
women, I'd be dead right now.

Reed's headed our way.
It's a go.

- Wait's over. You ready?
- Let's do this.

- Ryan, he's all yours.
- I'm ready. I'm ready.

[ Michael Narrating ] With some planning, you can
stop a large vehicle with a much smaller one.

Going now. Going now.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's a matter of
calculating the physics involved...

and very precise timing.

[ Michael ] Remember, Ryan, we're
targeting the rear driver's side door.

We need him alive and unharmed.

[ Michael Narrating ] Unfortunately,
when timing is that precise...

[ Nick ] He's coming your way.

Any obstacle whatsoever can
cause a very large problem.

[ Michael ] Ryan! Ryan, on your left!
Check your left! Your left!

Bogey! Bogey! Bogey!

[ Tires Screeching ]

We got to get after him.
He's getting away. Stop.

It's too late.
He's already gone.

[ Michael ] Ryan?
Ryan, do you copy?

Ryan, do you copy? Ryan!

I'm okay. They got away.
They got away.

So, Michael, I just got off the
phone with the folks at Langley.

This isn't good.

Your first semi-official op with the Agency seems
to have turned into a very official disaster.

This was supposed to
be the best team.

It wasn't the team's fault.

It was a panicky driver and some bad luck.
It was an accident.

Well, accident or no, now Reed Perkins
gets to go shopping for spies all weekend,

and we can't do
anything about it.

Reed doubled his security. I
think there's another way.

You said Reed met his security detail
when he got off the plane, right?

Yes?

If his security doesn't travel
with him, we can still do this.

What exactly are you thinking?

Get someone on the
plane with him.

Grab him after his security
team leaves but before takeoff.

And how do you propose we get
someone on the plane with him?

Reed's looking for an
American source he can turn.

Let's give him one... someone that's
valuable enough to fly out of the country.

Reed leaves Monday. Do you
have that someone in mind?

[ Michael Narrating ] Getting
the attention of someone...

who recruits traitors
for a living is an art.

You can't exactly run around a
security conference yelling,

"I want to betray my country."

You have to be subtle.

Just make it known you're desperate
enough to do something stupid...

and let the bad guy find you.

So, you're telling me you have
no positions. You're not hiring.

We just... I was at CIFA.
You know what CIFA is?

I know.

Son of a...

Uh, I've been to, like, 30 of these booths.
Everyone's telling me the same thing,

and I just can't believe that
no one in this conference...

[ Sighs ] is hiring.

It's the economy.
It's bad. Yeah.

The economy. Yeah, that's what Uncle
Sam said when he laid me off.

I'm sorry. I am.

There.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I have been working
it up in here, Mike.

I've been complaining to pretty
much anyone who will listen.

People are giving me free stuff from
their booths just to get me to go away.

I got a pen and a hat and
a really nice travel mug.

Any sign of Reed?

I'm getting looks, but it's
hard to tell who's who.

Well, keep at it. It
might take a while.

Remember, he needs to think that you're
important enough to take out of the country.

Wait a minute. I think
I got something.

Yeah, I'll call you back.
[ Beeps ]

Well, you look like you
could use another drink.

[ Sighs ] Always.

You don't have a little
name tag dealy-bob.

What, you, uh... you're
not with the conference?

I am an unofficial visitor.
May I join you?

Knock yourself out, man.

Got to warn you. If you're looking
for a free drink, I'm not the guy.

I am a little short on
cash at the moment.

Well, I'll buy the drinks. Then you can
definitely sit your ass down. I'm Jesse Porter.

I, uh, take it that
you're looking for work?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, you
could say that.

An associate of mine overheard
you at the conference.

You were with the Counterintelligence
Field Activity agency, right?

Yep, and now I'm not,
and I'll tell you why.

The government is comprised of stupid
idiots who can't recognize talent.

I have a business proposition
for you, Mr. Porter.

I am a man who
recognizes talent.

I'm listening.

I have a suite upstairs.
Let's talk in private.

Wow. This is nice, man.

What is this, the
presidential suite?

Yes, it is. I find it best to
discuss business in comfort.

Yeah. Uh, about that.

If this is about one of your...
One of your bodyguard gigs,

I can tell you right now
that I'm not interested.

Of course not.

A man of your talent should be doing
something far more... rewarding.

How, uh, rewarding are
we talking about?

I work with some very
well-financed individuals...

who are curious about your country's
counterintelligence activity.

Selling secrets?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna have
to give you a "no" on that one.

I get the death penalty if I get
caught, so... Thanks for your time.

You would be well compensated
for your work, Mr. Porter.

How much would it take?

If I was to do this... and
I'm not saying that I am...

I'd want to do it some place Uncle Sam isn't
watching, some place out of the country.

Fine.

I'll make the necessary
arrangements.

But I warn you.

If you're wasting my time,

there are things far worse
than the gas chamber.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Michael Narrating ] The key to breaching
a building is getting inside quickly...

and dealing with the occupants
before they have time to respond.

When you can't use explosives,
sometimes you have to get creative.

If you can find utility equipment
that is built into the wall,

you just need a couple thousand foot-pounds
of torque to make yourself a door.

[ Engine Starts ]

Do it!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Hey!

- [ Shotgun Cocks ] - Uh-uh.
Put that away.

Hey, sorry about the mess,
but, uh, we got to talk.

Crazy lady, get it through your skull.
I don't know anything!

You're sitting on enough explosives
to take out half of Tampa.

You didn't think to ask a question or two?
Have you met that Anson guy?

I didn't have much of a choice.

Well, you know, I assume
that has something to do...

with this warrant for your arrest on
sexual assault charges... three counts?

Fi. We may have hit the jackpot here.
Check out this manifest.

R.D.X. explosives, high-pressured,
armor-piercing rounds.

I mean, if this is the same stuff
that Anson used to set you up,

we can stop him cold right here.

Look, I don't know what you think you're gonna
do, okay, but Anson's security is good.

The guy's a class-A paranoid.

And once he figures out
that you're here...

We're not gonna let him figure it out. We're
taking you and all this to the police.

No! You're not, okay?
He was real clear.

If I ever take anything out of this warehouse...
Even so much as a paper clip... I'm dead.

- You're dead if we do.
- Okay, fine. We'll leave the paper clips.

Listen, Jake, this is not a
job with a great future.

Just come with us to the cops.
We'll get you out from under.

All right. Yeah. But no one
sees me walk out of this place.

Oh, stop worrying. First of
all, we'll be protecting you.

Second of all, you
don't have a choice.

Okay, let's go. You're
sure it's all clear?

Yeah, I'm sure. Come on.
Move it.

[ Beeping ] Damn thing's beeping.
Hold on.

[ Sam ] Can you turn it off?
[ Beeping Continues ]

I got it.

[ Tapping Keys ] [
Jake ] Alarm is...

Jake? Forget about it, buddy.

I think I'm smarter
than a keypad, jackass!

[ Sam ] I think Anson
is tracking his stuff!

- Shut up! - Jake, now! Run!

[ Jake ] Let me work!

- [ Beeping Stops ] - See?

Like I told you, there's
nothing to... [ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Grunts ]

I don't understand. Why would
Anson kill his own guy?

I got to call Mike.

[ Phone Rings ] Yeah, Sam?

Mike, bad news. We found Anson's stash.
We had it in our hands,

but he had trackers
on everything.

He rigged the building
to a detonator.

Sam, I'm just about to meet with Anson
and you're telling me I have nothing?

Less than nothing, actually. I mean, you
should have seen what he rigged up, Mike.

It's just dumb luck that
me and Fi aren't dead.

I'm sorry, Mikey. He's here.
I got to go.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, Michael. Looks like you
just got some bad news.

Wouldn't happen to be about a weapons
facility up near Tampa, would it?

I just got word myself.

It is unfortunate, but
it just goes to prove...

why this little project I need
you to do is so necessary.

What are you talking about?

Well, as your friends
just demonstrated,

I can't rely on a network of scrubs
and losers like Jake up in Tampa.

I need all-stars. So, that elite C.I.A.
team you've been running,

they're gonna be my new
starting lineup...

because you're gonna
burn them for me.

You want me to
betray my own team?

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

You're just gonna make it look like
Pearce helped 'em steal some money...

from this Reed fellow
you've been targeting.

You're just gonna plant a chip
in her computer during the job.

It links her to various
shady bank accounts.

No, Anson. No.

I know. It sounds wrong, but
it's not so bad, ultimately.

If you do this, you and
Jesse walk away clean...

and Pearce and three people you
barely know have to get new jobs.

If you don't do this, Fiona
goes to prison forever...

and dies in a cage.

Which is worse. Right?

So shall we finish this?

It's smart, Michael.

It's very smart.

If I do what Anson's asking...
If I plant that memory card...

Pearce and the team get burned.

And we just... we just
have to stand there?

Anson will ruin all
of their lives.

You of all people can't
let that happen.

And if I don't do it, you... I
can handle myself, Michael.

I'm with Fi on this one, Mike. The
consequences of helping Anson...

The consequences are bad
no matter what I do!

Now, I'm trying to find
a way out of this.

Mike, we had a way out of it.
It's gone!

No!

We're not just giving up!

Now check with your
police buddies.

See if they missed something.

Fi...

Talk to one of your
black-market dealers.

Michael, we're
running out of time.

Those agents, Pearce...
They deserve better.

And you deserve better
than a life in prison.

We have one more day.

Just... Just a little
while longer.

Look, Mike, if we're gonna pull
off this op, we got to get going.

[ Pearce ] Okay, so
talk me through this?

First, we get to the airport, break into the
hangar and get Jesse's gun onto Reed's plane.

Then I hook up with Reed. Security
drops us off around here.

I get on the plane, get the gun, take
care of Reed's personal bodyguard.

Ryan, Nick and I will cover the tarmac
with M-4's while Rebecca picks us up.

We drive off, we hand over Reed to the
interrogators and you go to work.

Not bad. How are you planning
on getting into the hangar?

You're gonna call the T.S.A. office, ask
to check on the registration on the plane.

That should get the security guards
out for at least 10 minutes.

Put it together right away.

And, uh, Michael...

Remember, this goes well, your future
at the Agency's looking bright.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the most useful
tools in domestic intelligence operations...

is local government.

One call from the C.I.A.,

and most federal and state agencies
will help out if they can.

There we go.

Reed's guys are gonna be filling out
forms for about 10 minutes. You ready?

Let's do it.

Remember, second
seat on the left...

Under the cushion.
I got it, boss.

How you doing out there, Pearce?

You're still... clear.
Make it fast.

You got a couple minutes, tops.

We're good to go.

Hey, uh, just wanted
to say thanks.

For what?

For not being a dick.

I've worked with a lot
of field ops, and, uh,

not all of them are like you.

It's good to have you
back with the Agency.

I'm just doing my best.

We have eyes.

All right, settle
in and stay alert.

[ Groans ] We have three hours
before the target arrives.

Three hours?

I should have brought a Sudoku.

Who you kidding, Ryan? You can't
spell Sudoku, much less play it.

Guys, stay off the radio unless it's
mission-critical, please. Thank you.

[ Chuckles ]

Forgot how much running an
op's just babysitting, huh?

So how does it feel to
be back in the saddle?

Not like I remember it.

Listen, I'd help you
if I could, Sam.

I just don't have jurisdiction.

Right, I get it. The warehouse
explosion was six counties away.

But if you just ride up there
with us and talk to 'em.

Those boys in Tampa are like silverbacks
when it comes to their turf.

They're never gonna let a Miami
badge near their crime scene.

Tom, we're desperate here.
Please.

Guys, I'm really sorry, but
I got to get to roll call.

Okay. No problem. Thanks.

This is ridiculous. We have evidence
that points to Anson back at the loft.

We're just wasting our time.

To hell with this. I'm done.
What? Hey, Fi...

I'm done! Fi, you can't
just run off willy-nilly.

We promised Mike we'd talk to
the cops and work this through.

Look, we got to have a... Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

Open this door! What the
hell do you think...

[ Tires Squealing ] Fi!

At least leave me cab fare!

Damn it. [ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Rings ]

Ma, not the best time.

Yeah, Mike. Uh, we got to talk.

Look, I wouldn't be bugging you if this
wasn't a five-alarm fire. It's about Fi.

Wait. W-What happened?
W-What's going on?

Well, that's just it. I don't
know, but I know Fi, so...

I'm kind of in the
middle of something, Ma.

Mike, she ditched me in front of the
police station, went back to the loft.

She was talking about the files
that we got, so believe me,

this is one of those "drop whatever you're
doing right the hell now" situations!

Uh-huh. Okay. All right. I'm on my way.
I'm on my way.

- [ Beeps ] - I have to go.

My mother, she's having some
sort of medical problem.

Uh, Reed's gonna be
here in two hours.

I'll be back in an hour.
Michael!

Get back in here! Michael!

Sam called you.

I knew I shouldn't have left him with
his phone. What are you doing, Fi?

I saw Anson's warehouse.

It was filled with
high explosives,

over-pressured,
armor-piercing rounds.

Nasty stuff.

I understand that.

Really?

What do you think he has planned
after your little job, a picnic?

No, he's gonna hurt more
people... a lot more people.

I just need a little more time
to find a way out of this.

If I have to plant this thing...

If I have to burn them... I
will find a way to fix it.

I've broken into C.I.A.
computers before.

I can do it again.
I will find a way.

How many people will you
destroy if you can't?

What do you want... What do
you want me to say, Fi?

I'm doing this for you.

Stop. Just stop.

There has to be a line.

There is no line when
it comes to you!

I can't do this anymore.

We can't do this.

Let's just go.

We'll go to the F.B.I.

I'll turn myself in and
we'll make them understand.

They won't understand us.

We start down that road,
we can't come back.

And I'll lose you.

And I can't lose you.

[ Crying ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Handcuffs Click ]

What are you doing?

I'm buying time. I can't
let you do this, not yet.

Michael. Michael...
[ Door Opens ]

I'm sorry, Fiona.

[ Door Closes ]

Michael...

Michael!

No! No!

Michael!

Michael!

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

What do you want? [ Anson ]
Just checking up on you.

Glad to see you made
it back to the party.

You're here? Of course I'm here.

You think I'd miss the show?

You plant that card in
Pearce's computer yet?

Listen, Anson, you don't
need to burn these people.

You need a team,
take me instead.

I appreciate your attempt to bargain with your
fate again, Michael, but that time is over.

Cheer up.

At the end of this, you'll look like the
only operative who wasn't on the take.

Michael Westen...
Finally redeemed.

You really expect a thank you?

I expect you to get in that van and
do what you came here to do... now.

What'd I miss?

Where the hell have you been?

I told you. I was... I was with my mother.
She was sick.

But turns out, it
was a false alarm.

I don't care what it is.

You don't leave for personal time
in the middle of an op again.

Understood?

Loud and clear.

Reed's approaching the
first checkpoint.

Ten minutes to game
time, everybody.

[ Michael Narrating
] In any operation,

one of the toughest parts is
dealing with collateral damage.

Did Jesse make it to the car?

What? You don't think
he made it in?

Better safe than sorry. I'm
gonna check the flight plan.

When you're alone in the field,

you have to decide whether to take
actions that could hurt innocent people,

weighing the consequences against
what happens if you do nothing.

And when you act... when
you take that step...

You know that whatever your reasons,
whatever the costs or benefits,

you have done
something terrible.

No, he's in there.

You can get in position.

And when it's done,

all you can do then is carry
on with the operation,

knowing that it's your job to repair
the hurt you're about to cause...

and the damage you're
about to do...

or die trying.

Hey.

Your friend Jesse...

Brave guy.

Yeah, he is.

Well, don't worry about it. We're gonna
get him out of here in one piece.

- Huh. - What is it?

Rebecca's now
carrying a .380 auto.

Kind of an unusual gun for this
kind of operation, isn't it?

She makes up for it, though.

She carries two clips of
over-pressured, Teflon-coated rounds.

Did you say
over-pressured rounds?

Yeah.

You don't do anything until I tell you.
I got to check on something.

Are you sure? We don't
have much time.

You stand down until I say!
Are we clear?

We're clear.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Wow.

Anson warned me you were good.
I guess he was right.

You were working with
Anson the whole time.

You sabotaged that
first operation.

And it's your ammunition
in Anson's warehouse.

You know how Anson is. Once he
gets his claws in you, that's it.

And this?

You were gonna blow up the
plane, Reed and Jesse.

Anson knows you, Michael.

He knew you'd play along, plant
that card in Pearce's computer,

then find some way
to undo the damage.

Couple of corpses make
that a lot harder.

I am gonna need that
detonator back.

No, I can't do that. I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

You shoot me, the others will hear the
shot, and they will come after you.

You shoot me, the whole op
goes south and Jesse dies.

It's not too late to
change your mind, Michael.

You and I both know Anson's
watching right now.

Yeah, I'm sorry to disappoint him, but
I'm not going to let you kill them.

It's time for you to leave.

I hope your friend Jesse enjoys his
flight to the badlands of Liberia.

I'm sure Reed will be pretty pissed
off when he finds out he was lying.

[ Michael Narrating ] When
an operation goes bad,

you don't get much time
to decide what to do.

It's just a matter of facing the
consequences of immediate failure...

or the risks of trying to save
the operation on the fly.

[ Beeps ] Everyone
listen carefully.

Things have changed.
There is a new plan.

Michael, what is
going on out there?

I just saw Rebecca leave in the escape car.
Rebecca was a plant.

She was here to
sabotage the mission.

You need to kill her radio now.

Michael, Reed is here.

If something's happened,
you need to tell me.

There is no time! What you need to know now
is that Jesse cannot get on that plane.

I'll get him out of there, but I need you
to lay down covering fire on my signal.

Covering fire? Are you insane?

Please. There is no time.

If we don't do this, Jesse dies.

What's the signal?

When the plane explodes.

Damn it, Westen.

They're out of the car.

Where are we shooting when this party
starts? Focus on the vehicles.

Make sure the security can't leave.
I will take care of the rest.

[ Engine Starts ]

All we got's a couple pilots?
No flight attendants?

I mean, I was... I was hoping
for a G-6, G-4 at least.

[ Reed ] Small planes get less
scrutiny at the airports.

I thought you were concerned
about security, Mr. Porter.

I'm just saying don't cheap out on me,
all right? Oh, you'll get your money.

Believe me. You'll
get your money.

[ Beeps ]

Let's do this!

Go! Get behind the truck!
Get Reed out of here!

What the hell is happening?

I have no idea, man.
I have no idea.

Who is shooting at us? Stay down.
Stay down.

[ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Michael ] Get in the car!
I can get you out of here!

Sir, the airport security's here.
Go now! Go! We'll cover you!

[ Reed ] Get me out of here!
[ Man ] Move! Move!

[ Tires Squealing ]

They're in the car! They're away!
They're away!

[ Reed ] Why are we stopping?

Wait a minute. You're
not airport security.

What the hell is going on?
What happened back there?

- [ Jesse ] I have no idea. - I don't know
what the hell you think you're doing.

But you obviously don't know who
I am, what I can do to you...

Mike, at the risk of getting a beat-down,
can you tell me what the hell's going on?

It was a set-up.
Rebecca was a plant.

Anson wasn't just planning on getting
the team burned for stealing money.

He was going to get 'em
burned for killing you.

Okay, wait, wait. What? There's no
time for the details right now.

I need you to do two things: Deliver this son
of a bitch to Pearce and destroy her laptop.

Nobody's getting burned today.
You got it?

What about Fi? Anson's gonna use
everything he's got against her.

I know!

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Fi, we got to leave. We got...

- Sam! - [ Groans ]

Sam, what happened? Where's Fi?

Mike, I came back.

I saw what you did with Fi.

She wanted to call you.
She begged me.

Said she just wanted to use
the phone for a minute.

Eventually, I gave in and took
her purse over to her and she...

She clocked me with a bottle.

Her lock picks.

Yeah. They were in her purse.

[ Sighs ]

I came to. The cuffs were off her and
on me and she was halfway out the door.

She said she was sorry. Mike...

She's turning herself in? Yeah.

Federal building.

She said she didn't want to let you
keep working for Anson anymore,

and she didn't want to run and
let the bastard get away.

She said this is the
only way to end it.

She left that for you, Mike.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I'm so sorry.

[ Tires Squealing ] [
Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

What do you want?

That was quite a disaster
at the airport today.

I thought we had
an understanding.

So did I. You lied to me.

I told you what you
wanted to hear.

I also told you what would
happen if things didn't go well.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]

It's over. One way or
another, it's over.

- I'll see you in hell.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]

Fi!

Fiona!

Fi!

Fi!

Fiona Glenanne?

[ Fi ] Yes.

I'm here to, uh, surrender.

Hands up! Hands up! Back of
your head now! Do it now!

Turn around! Turn around!

[ Fiona's Voice ] Even before I
knew your real name, I loved you.

Before I should have,
I trusted you.

Because I've always
known your heart.

You do what's right, no
matter the cost to you.

And I've learned that
when you love a spy,

you have to be willing to
make that sacrifice too.

At times, your job has made
it hard to be with you,

but it's never shaken
my faith in you.

I can't let you ruin
anyone's life to save mine.

I have to force you to
tell what you know.

If you don't, you won't
be the man I love.

Do the right thing.

I love you, Michael.

Forever.