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- My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy
until... [Phone rings]

- We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.

- [Whistles]

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 girlfriend...
- Should we shoot them?

- An old friend who used to
inform on you to the FBI...

- 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.

- And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

- That's how we do it, people.

- Bottom line...

As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

- It's a deep cover
job going after

the leader of a
terrorist network.

- Two-hour notice to get to Cuba

to bust somebody out of
a Russian black site?

- It's a woman.
That's all I know.

- She must be pretty
damn important.

- She could be the key to
what his group is up to.

- I want a seat at
the table, Sonya.

- To do what we do,
you have to be

willing to give up everything.

- I have nothing!

My friends...

They moved on.

You're the only
thing I have left.

- Michael Allen Westen, welcome.

I am the man you've
been waiting to meet.

- I'll tell you whatever
you want to know.

- Old loyalties die hard,

and I need to know that
you've left yours behind.

[Siren blaring]

Who was your training officer?

When were you recruited by the
central intelligence agency?

Describe your relationship.

- A man who has no secrets
can trust himself.

- I told you. This
one's a keeper.

- I'm James.

Welcome to the family.

[People chattering]

[Ticking]

- There are few things
riskier than taking down

a high priority target during
a meeting in a public place.

You're usually operating
alone, out of radio contact,

surrounded by civilians,

while your support has to stay
out of sight, often blocks away,

so they won't be detected.

- Okay, everybody, this is it.

Target's at the meeting
with Westen at noon.

We are now at three
minutes until noon.

Bravo team, you got anything?

- Nothing yet.

- Alpha team?

- No sign of them.

- You get stood up, sweetheart?

- No, I'm just early.

The hardest part of the job is
that, until the target shows up,

your job is to just sit there
and try to act natural.

The thing to remember is that
you're not just setting a trap,

you're also the bait.

- All right, well,
look sharp, everybody.

You see James, you see
anybody who could be James,

you call it in.

We're not gonna miss
this son of a bitch.

- You dropped your phone, hon.

A customer found it.

- Oh, that's not my phone.

- [Chuckles] Sweetheart,
I'm pretty sure it is.

Sweet, little boy. Is he yours?

- He's my nephew.

Uh, yes, this is my phone.
Thank you.

[Phone ringing]

[Beeps]

A little late.

- I believe I'm right
on time, Michael.

- I thought we were gonna
have a face-to-face.

- Don't worry. We will.

- Get me ears on that call now.

- I'm trying, sir, but it looks
like every call in the state

is being routed through
that tower, I can't just...

- get the NSA on it, then.
Get me on that call!

- Let me guess. You're
changing the venue.

- There's a car waiting at the
corner of Collins and 7th.

It leaves in two minutes.

- What if I don't make it?
- You will.

- Westen's moving.

Keep eyes on him but
don't get too close.

[Engine fires]

- He's running south on 5th.
- Alpha team on it.

- He just cut onto main.
I've got this.

He's taking the stairs
at coral Plaza.

- We're cut off. Rerouting now.

- Don't lose him!
Bravo, where are you?

- Heading north on Grant, sir.
I don't see him.

- He just cut out of a
garage onto Bayview.

- I'm two blocks away, en route.
- Find him!

[Dramatic electronic music]

*

- who's got him?

Somebody tell me we have
eyes on Michael Westen.

- We lost him, sir. He's gone.

- For a spy, the strain of
a deep cover assignment

goes beyond just being alone,

surrounded by enemies
who'd kill you

if they knew your identity.

If you want to survive,

you can't let any of
that strain show.

You have to project total
confidence, total comfort,

and greet your enemies
like old friends.

- Michael. Welcome.
How was your trip?

- Car, boat,
helicopter, car again.

You didn't want to throw a
train in for good measure?

- It's not a bad idea.

Talk to logistics. See
what they can do.

- A lot of trouble to get
to... where am I, exactly?

- Wherever you go,
there you are.

Michael.

- James, I passed your
little loyalty test.

Why do I get the sense you
still don't trust me?

- You wouldn't be within
100 miles of this place

if I didn't trust you.

- Then why keep me in the dark?

- You spent your whole life in
the dark working for the CIA.

I'm just turning on the lights.

Come on.

Lot to talk about.

- Nice. Very... Clean.

- That's true.

In my experience, all you
need to get things done

is the right plan, right people.

Good cup of coffee doesn't hurt.

Now, have you had the
chance to recuperate

since our last meeting?

- I slept for two days.

- It was a necessary
unpleasantry.

I had to understand the core
of you, what makes you tick.

Do you know why
you're here, Michael?

- My skills, my training.
- No.

Well, that's part of
it, of course, but no.

Because of what you've seen.
What you've done.

You still have a soul.

- I don't understand.

- Let me ask you something.

In your career,

how many times have you
had to execute an action

that you knew was morally
wrong for the mission?

You make a deal with someone
who you know is a monster

because you had
to follow orders?

- Too many times.

- I was the same, once.

Then one day I was
done with that.

I can't fight and bleed for men
without principle anymore.

That's why I've created
this network...

To be the conscience,
to do the right thing.

Now, when we find a monster,

we don't make a deal with it.

We destroy it.

Is that something that
you'd be interested in?

- I wouldn't be within 100 miles
of this place if I wasn't.

- Well...

There's your first monster.

Marco Cabral.

He was brought up in the
Dr, educated in England.

Came back home and
got himself a job.

- Head of the Dominican
narcotics police.

- Correct.

He's also the D.R.'s
biggest drug smuggler.

He used his position to
slaughter his rivals,

exploit the less
fortunate, take over.

And now he's arranged
a deal with the Brits

in exchange for his
intelligence network.

He gets a very comfortable
retirement in England.

I want you to get to him first.

I want you to bring him to me.

This operation has to be
precise, quiet, under the radar,

so you may select one person.

Any resources you need
will be provided.

And there's one last thing.

When Burke found you in the Dr,

he was working on this.

I think he'd want you
to finish it for him.

So...

- It would be an honor.

- This everything?

- Organized by date,
going back 15 years.

The pattern is clear.
- Good. Good work.

Make sure I have hard copies
of this for the trip.

[Beeping]

[Cell phone ringing]

- Strong. Any word on Mike?

- No, nothing yet.

Axe is on his way
down to join him now.

They're doing some
kind of job for James,

but that's all we know.

- So, what, we're just
sitting on our hands?

- No, Porter, actually
we've been quite busy

going over the financial records

that Fiona and Michael
stole a few weeks ago.

And we have a new lead.
- Okay. What is it?

- It's not what, it's who.

Looks like James has
a friend in Biloxi.

A mental patient. He's been
paying his bills for years.

- Really? Why? What's... what's
so special about the guy?

- Well, that's what
you and Glenanne

are gonna help me find out.

- Yeah, I don't know
if Fi's gonna be down

for a last-minute CIA excursion.

- I don't really care what
she's down for, Porter.

Both of you are getting
your butts on that plane.

Wheels up in four hours,
and I will see you there.

- Okay, fine.

Since you asked so nicely,
I'll talk to her.

[Latin dance music]

*

- you sure you have to
meet Maddie right now?

You can't just call her,
say you can't make it?

- [Sighs] She was upset,
it sounded urgent.

- Yeah, I get it, I get it,

but we got a CIA plane
waiting for us right now.

If we're late strong
is gonna be pissed.

- I'm more worried about
what Madeline Westen

will do if I blow her off.

- Fair enough. Just
be quick, please.

- Aww...

- Hey, Charlie.

- Say hi to aunt Fiona.
- Hi, aunt Fiona.

- Draw grandma a cigarette.
That'll be nice, honey.

- I have to pick this.

- Okay. I'm gonna go talk
to aunt Fiona, all right?

- Okay.
- I'm keeping an eye on you.

- What's up? I have
a pretty busy day.

- Yeah, I know. Um, actually...

That's what I want to
talk to you about.

Your busy day.

[Sighs]

I got a call from your boyfriend

about your busy day.

- Carlos called you?
- Yes.

I know, this is beyond
awkward, coming from me.

But he's worried, and he
knows you and I are friends,

and I'm the only person
he had to talk to.

He says you're
going out of town.

- Well, yeah. I told
him all about it.

Jesse and I are just
going to Mississippi.

Business trip.

- I've been around long enough
to know you're lying to him.

And he knows it too.

So what's really going on?

- It's about the organization
Michael's working to take down.

It's classified.

- As Michael's mother,
I'm very grateful to you

for helping him bring them down.

But I'm your friend too, Fiona.

And you keep doing this,
you're gonna lose that

young man of yours who I think
you care very much about.

- I know.

[Sighs]

If I do this, I risk losing
him, and if I don't...

And the mission fails, and we go
to prison, I lose him anyway.

- Then I suggest you
get on with your day.

- Anybody home?

- Hey, Sam.

- Before you say
another word, Mike,

there's something
that I gotta say.

I'm not sure if I
want in on this op.

Screwing up an extradition
deal run by the MI6,

as in the security service
of our closest ally?

- They're giving a drug smuggler
a comfortable retirement.

You read the file, Sam.

Cabral has killed
entire families.

They may be our ally, but I'm
not gonna lose sleep over this.

- Okay, but you do remember
what the job is, right?

Why we're here?

'Cause it ain't to take
down Marco Cabral.

- James is the target, Cabral
is just a means to an end.

- So we're clear on that.
- We're clear.

- So what's the plan?

- Cabral is supposed to have
his final sit-down with MI6

at a restaurant in his hotel.

- Well, can we take him there?

- That's the idea, Sam.

The challenge is that James
wants this done quietly

and we won't have a team.

- So a direct grab is out, then.

- Our best bet is to
beat MI6 to the punch

and offer Cabral a better deal.

- You sure that's gonna fly?

'Cause he's been
talking to our friends

across the ditch for a year.

Why would he jump ship now...

Well, that's a start.

- We'll delay the British team

with a fake bomb
threat at the embassy.

- You'll go in, make the offer,

and I'll cover you
from the street.

- Okay, and you'll
cover me with...

- Anything you want.

- [Whistles] That's a
lot of guns, Mikey.

- When operating in
third-world countries,

a dollar is usually a lot
more useful than a bullet.

In a place where the government
runs on bribes and connections,

you can get a lot done with a
nice suit and a bag of cash.

- Okay, Mike, I'm in place.

Any sign of her majesty's
secret service?

- No. MI6 has not
approached the hotel.

The lockdown at the British
embassy is working.

- Good, it sounds like our

suspicious package
did its trick.

And just so you know, I'm
letting your spy friends

buy me the good champagne.

You know, just to help
sell the cover I.D.

- Knock yourself out, Sam.

- Looks like we're good to go.

Cabral is right on time.

- You got me covered?
- Yeah, Sam.

I got a view of the
entire courtyard.

- Senor Cabral.

Welcome.

Encantado de conocerte,

as I believe your
countrymen say.

- What's going on?

Where are the British...

- oh, your British friends.

Well, they've been, um, delayed.

I was hoping we'd have a little
chat before they got here.

- Llama Barton.

Who are you? And how
do you know about...

- about your
arrangement with MI6?

[Chuckles] Well, let's just say

I make it my business
to know such things.

I'll get right to the point.

My name is Charles
Finley and I represent

a major conglomerate with
interest in the Caribbean.

We were told that you're
looking for a fresh start,

so we'd like to make an offer.

- Momento.

An offer, you say.
- Yes, a very generous offer.

Stock options, company housing,

a seven-figure retainer per
year, and that's just to start.

- Interesting.

Tell me something, Mr. Finley.

What does a consortium like
yours want with a man like me?

- Well, we're moving
into this region

and we need someone with
influence, connections.

Someone who isn't
afraid to, as they say,

get their hands a little bloody.

- I've found that blood
always washes right off.

- [Chuckles] See?

Now, that's the positive
attitude we're looking for.

- You make big promises, Mr.
Finley.

Tell me why I should
believe a word you say.

- How about a million reasons?

- And that's just
the signing bonus.

That's yours right now if you
go with us instead of MI6.

- That is very tempting.

But you know what's
more tempting?

I take your money...

And I go with MI6.

Remember, Mr. Finley, I'm not
afraid to get my hands bloody.

- Oh, I wouldn't do that if
I were you, senor Cabral.

- Oh, no? And why not?

[Glass shatters]

[Men chattering]

- You see, you could kill me,

but then my sniper would
have to kill you.

And that sounds like a bad start

to a great business
relationship.

Well, you've got my number.

When you change your mind,
you give me a call.

- Mike, I don't know how
many times I gotta say this,

but this mission is a bust.

I mean, I don't know if you
were paying attention,

but I was down there with a
bunch of guns in my face,

and Cabral was very clear,
he's sticking with MI6.

- We can't just give up, Sam.

- This isn't about
giving up, brother,

this is about facing reality.

This guy's gonna be on a boat

back to jolly old England
in, what, eight hours?

- Which means we have eight
hours to change his mind.

- How do you propose to do that?

- Listen, Sam, there's a
reason why he took this deal.

Cabral has enemies.

He's already survived two
assassination attempts.

We can use that.
- What are you thinking?

- Well, we know the Marina
where he's meeting with MI6.

If we can convince him the
British can't protect him,

our plan will be
his only option.

- Mike, I don't care how much
cool crap those guys got you,

we are not attacking two
fully-equipped teams.

- No attack. Sabotage.

Sabotage the British boat,

make it look like his
political enemies did it.

- I got a word for
that: Nightmare.

- It's either that or failure.

And you know as well as
I do this can't fail.

[Dramatic music]

[Siren wails]

- Welcome to Biloxi. Hope
you enjoyed the flight.

- Yeah, not so much.

All your secret budgets, you
can't spring for a bigger plane?

I've been in bumper cars with
more legroom than that thing.

- I'll bring it
up with congress.

Here's the situation.

Officially, our
person of interest

was transferred here for
an outpatient procedure.

We'll do the interrogation
in one of the surgery rooms,

ship him back.

- Do we have a name?

- You have about 50.

Every time he got moved
to another institute

for the criminally insane he
got a new file and a new I.D.

For now, he's John Doe.

- I'm not liking the
"criminally insane" thing.

Is he dangerous?

- Well, we have to assume he is.

He's been in isolation on
a double dose of haldol

since as far back
as the records go.

We've been stepping him down off
the drug since this morning.

- You sure that's a good idea?

This guy's got a
special forces tattoo.

I prefer my trained killers
on the sleepy side.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

We need him cogent and
answering questions.

I'll lead the interrogation,

but I want you two
backing me up.

Filling in any blanks with
what you know about James.

[Alarm sounds]

- [On pa] Code gray, code gray.

Security to west wing nurse's station.
Code gray.

- Cat scan right away and
get him to radiology.

- What happened?
Where's John Doe?

- We were escorting him
to the holding room,

and somehow he got out
of his restraints.

- We have to find him now.

If he gets out of
this hospital...

- You need to lock
this place down.

- The CIA is not
officially here.

We order a lockdown, we could
expose the entire operation.

- We're not gonna catch a
special forces operative

with hospital security.

- Quarantine.
- What?

- Contact the CDC,
tell them there's a...

An Anthrax outbreak.

That's the only way to
lock this place down.

- All right, I'll make the call.

You two alert security.

[Dials]

[Sighs]

- If you need to
sabotage a boat,

an explosive charge
underneath the water line

is usually the most
efficient way to do it.

The challenge is that

normal explosive devices
and salt water don't mix.

Remote detonators won't
transmit underwater,

so you need to use a timer.
[Beeps]

The components can't get wet,
so you need to make sure

the device has a
waterproof seal.

And once you're done comes
the really hard part...

Putting the device
where you need it.

How we looking, Sam?

- Well, the MI6 guys are
still sweeping the boat.

Looks like they're almost done.

You sure you want
to do this, Mike?

Only got about ten minutes
before Cabral shows.

- We have to, Sam.
It's our last shot.

[Suspenseful music]

*

- senor Cabral. You're early.

- Everything in order?

- Just as we discussed, yes.

The boat will take you
to the Cayman Islands,

and from there you'll go by
private plane to London.

- Good. Check the boat.

- There's no need for
that, senor Cabral.

My men have already
checked everything.

- Senor Barton, a dissident
put a bomb in my home

just a month ago.

Another tried to assassinate me

in the marketplace
just a few days ago.

Every second I am on this
island my life is in danger.

- Which is all the more reason

why you should
depart immediately.

- I will. After my
men have checked it.

Go.

- How am I looking, Sam?

- Mike, we got a problem.

Cabral's early, and
he's sending his guys

to the boat... time to abort.

- If we lose Cabral,
we lose James.

- Mike, pull the plug
and get outta there.

- I could still do this.

- Yeah, you know what?
That's crazy talk.

You won't have time
to plant a bomb

and get a safe distance away.

- An underwater explosion

isn't something you
want to be close to,

'cause water doesn't
compress under pressure.

[Beeps]

A shockwave carries
a long distance

without losing kinetic energy.

And if you're still
within the blast radius

when the bomb goes off,

that kinetic energy will shatter
every bone in your body.

- Your men checked the boat?

- Mike, can you hear me?

- You call that clear?

- It was clear not
ten minutes ago!

I don't know what happened.

Senor Cabral, unexpected
complications

are part of any mission.

My men are currently
implementing...

- your men almost got me killed.

- We will make other
arrangements.

- No! There will be no more
arrangements. Vamanos.

[Tires squeal]

- Mike.

Mike, what the hell was that?

- Did it work?

- Setting off a charge
so close to you,

you could've killed yourself.

- Did it work?

- Yeah, Mike. It worked.

- Well, you're lucky
that's the worst of it.

I still think we should check
you out for a concussion too.

- The blast pushed me into some rocks.
I'm fine.

- Barely.
- Got the job done.

- Maybe.

There's still no guarantee
that Cabral is gonna call.

Meanwhile, you're out there
risking your life, and for what?

- You know what it's for.
The CIA.

- Yeah, yeah, they're
gonna throw us in a hole

if we don't help 'em
get this James guy,

but you know what?

Life in a CIA prison is still
better than death face-down

in the middle of some
god-forsaken Marina

on some cockamamie
mission that...

[cell phone rings]

Don't get smug.

[Beeps]

Finley here.

- Senor Finley, this
is Marco Cabral.

- How nice to hear from you, Mr.
Cabral.

How are you this
lovely afternoon?

- Circumstances have changed.

Your offer... is it
still on the table?

- Why, yes it is, indeed.

Just tell me where
you'd like to meet.

- Absolutely. As soon as we can.

Bought us one more hour
of our quarantine,

but we gotta wrap this up fast.
What do we have?

- Well, the good news is he
hasn't left the building.

We have cameras at every exit,

and nothing's come in or
out since the lockdown.

- Have we swept all
the floors yet?

- Well, that's the bad news.

Security's combed every inch,
and there's no sign of him.

- What, he just disappeared?
I mean, where did he go?

- Hold on, guys, check this out.

Third floor security
corridor camera picks him up

going all the way down the hall.

And then poof. Kills the feed.

- The only place he could've
gone from there is the roof.

Pull Nelson and Jacobs off E.R.
- hang on, hang on.

If this guy's
hiding on the roof,

why would he wait until he got

all the way to the access
door to kill the camera?

- He's been sedated. He's
not thinking straight.

- Or he wants us to
think he's up there.

This guy with special forces,

he knows how many
people we've got.

We start pulling
people off of exits,

we might be giving him
exactly what he wants.

- But you know, last
time I checked,

even deltas can't
turn invisible.

He's gotta be on the roof.
We've cleared the building.

There's no place
else for him to go.

- What about the elevator shaft?

It's right where the
camera went down.

- Son of a bitch.

- Okay... we're approaching

the elevator doors
in the basement.

Which is also the morgue, by
the way... thanks for that.

- Anytime, Porter.

All right, people,
let's look alive.

Gotta open these doors at
exactly the same time.

I don't want this
guy getting away.

- All right, we're ready.

Let's get this done, gentlemen.

- One, two, three.

First floor, all clear.

- Second floor, clear.

- [Whispers] I think
I got something.

Ah, it's a false alarm.
It's not him.

- Hey, Porter, I'm liking
my roof idea more and more.

- I'm telling you, he's
still in the building, man.

[Thud]

Uhh!

- Jesse. Jesse?

- How's it looking out there?

- No sign of surveillance.
We're all set.

- Cabral said 2:00?
- Yeah.

Uh, the north parking
structure, 2:00.

So I've been checking out

this kidnap kit they put
together for us... not bad.

I'm thinking we wait till
we get out of the city

before we gift wrap him.

So what is this?

- Halothane. Animal sedative.

It'll keep him out
cold until he gets

to whatever pit James
is throwing him into.

- Pit, huh?

- He's just getting
what he deserves.

- Hey, I'm not friend to Cabral.

I mean, the guy
almost killed me.

I'm just concerned that you're
enjoying this a little too much.

- Enjoying this?

I've been working on this
job for almost a year, Sam.

- That's what I'm worried about.

Look, I'm your best friend.

I can see that look in your eye.

This guy James...
He's getting to you.

They all are.

- I know.

That's why I need you here.

I know who James is.
I know who Sonya is.

But it's difficult to work so
hard to be part of something

knowing you have to destroy it.

These people believe
in what they're doing.

I'm sorry I'm putting you
in this situation, but...

I don't think I can
do this alone.

- You don't have to, bud.

All right. Looks like
we're in business.

Senor Cabral. Right on time.

Pleasure to see you again.

I'm so glad we had a second
chance to get acquainted.

- You brought the money.

- Yup, it's here,
and it's all yours

upon signing the
employment agreement.

Paperwork's in the car
so you can study it

in the lap of luxury on
the way to the docks.

I'll take it from here, amigo.

- It's okay.

- Is there a problem?
- No. No problem.

I prefer to take my own car.

We'll follow you to the boat.

If I like what I
see, we have a deal.

If I don't like what I
see, I have my men.

- I understand the
need for security.

But a parade of angry
guys with guns

is just gonna paint a
bull's-eye on your forehead.

- My men are the
best on the island.

They can handle any attack.

- That's all well and good,

but see, we're going to
a private Marina, so...

- Mr. Finley...

Why are you so anxious to
separate me from my men?

- [Chuckles] Okay, whoa, hey.

Easy, cowboy.

Senor Cabral, we're
both businessmen here.

Put the weapons away,

I'm sure we can handle
this without violence.

- One of the basic
rules of combat is...

- Kill him.

- Hit first, and hit hard.
[Engine revs, tires squeal]

You only get one chance
to surprise your enemy.

The important thing
is to make it count.

- Go! Go! Go!

[Tires squeal]

[Gunshots pinging]

- Spies are trained extensively

on what to do when
taken prisoner.

If escape is impossible,
the most important thing

is to make a connection
with your captor.

Find out what they want
and try to talk your way

out of the situation
without bloodshed.

- Hey, man.

My friends are outside.

They're gonna be coming
in here any minute.

What's that?

- I'd be still if I were you.

- Of course, it's a lot harder
to connect with someone

who happens to be
criminally insane.

[Beeps]

- This is ethylene oxide
and perchloric acid.

It's highly explosive.

And that's gonna buy
us some privacy.

- Listen to me, you
don't have to do this.

- [Laughs] I'm afraid I do.

Now I'm gonna ask
you some questions,

and if I don't like your answers
or if I think that you're lying,

I am going to take
us to hell together.

[Knock on door]

- Can you hear me?

We want to negotiate.

- Just back off or
I will kill him!

- We're gonna have to breach.

- This thing is already
out of control.

We start blowing
doors off of hinges,

our quarantine story is shot.

- Well, I would rather
explain a breached door

than a dead body... or two.

- All right, do it.

- I'm gonna need a det
cord and blasting caps.

- Now...

Is he here?

- Is who here?

- [Grunts]

- I know who sent you, so
what I want to know is

is he here?

- I would love to answer you.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

- James!

Where is James Kendrick?

- James Kendrick?

That's his last name? Kendrick?

Well, you just told me
more about that guy

than we've been able to
find out for a month.

- What?

- I'm working with the CIA.

We're after the head of
a terrorist network.

Up until about ten seconds ago
we only knew him as James.

- No, you're lying.

- I'm not lying, man.

- You're lying. This is
another one of his tricks.

See, he sent you
to get rid of me,

and now that I've
turned the tables,

you're pretending that
you don't know him.

- Buddy, you got a
bomb around my neck.

I'm not trying to trick you.

I don't work for James Kendrick.

I'm here to help you.

- [Laughing]

- You wanna let me
in on the joke?

- [Laughing, pounding]

Do you want to
know why I've been

rotting in a mental institution
for the past 15 years?

Because that bastard
put me there.

When he finds out that you...

[explosion]

- Wait, wait, wait, don't move!

- No, no, no, no, no!

No, everybody, wait! Wait!

We're all on the same team here.

- Back off, or everybody dies.

- Jesse, you have an improvised
explosive on your chest

and he has the trigger.

How are you on the same team?

- Listen to me. He's
the victim here.

- I don't think
she believes you.

- Oh, she does because
she trusts me.

And she's my friend.

She's gonna put the
gun down right now.

- What about him?

- That's the CIA agent I
was telling you about.

Wouldn't exactly call
him a friend, but...

I guarantee you this, he
wants to take down James

just as much as you do.

- He's right.

I can help you.

Whatever James did to you...

- he took my life away.

- You help me...

And I'll do everything I can

to give it back to you.

I promise.

- How's Cabral doing back there?

- Ah, he's sleeping like a
heavily-sedated evil baby.

How much further
to the rendezvous?

- A few miles.

James is meeting us at
a commercial Marina

outside Santo Domingo.

Extracting a high-value
target from a foreign country

is a challenge even
under ideal conditions.

If the capture of the target

left witnesses and
raised alarms,

it's even harder.

The problem is that
high-value targets

tend to have a lot of
friends and allies.

They can alert
local authorities,

set up search parties,

[tires screech] And if
you're really unlucky,

they can bring out some
big guns of their own.

- What the hell's
going on up there?

Aw, crap.

- Looks like Cabral's DCA guys.

- [Speaks Spanish]

- Look, can we just
hightail it outta here?

- No, that .50 Cal
would shred us

before we even turned around.

- [Speaks Spanish]

- Well, it was fun
while it lasted.

- Sam, wait.

- Wait. Wait for what?
For them to kill us?

- They're too far away
to see into the car.

There might be a way out.

What size shirt do
you think he wears?

- [Speaks Spanish]

- Okay, Mike, you got
50 feet to cover.

Your hands are tied,
you're wearing a head bag.

You feeling lucky?

I'll take that as a yes.

- Hola, muchachos.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

- [Speaks Spanish]

- Okay. [Speaks Spanish]

Good luck, brother.

[Speaking Spanish]

- One of the oldest
tricks in espionage

is the false surrender
of a prisoner.

It's a desperate move
used only when you're

completely outmanned
and outgunned.

It means approaching your
enemy alone and unarmed.

It's not ideal.

But it will get you
close enough to attack.

- [Speaks Spanish]

[Rock music]

*

Gotta say, Mike.

Don't always enjoy these
little tropical vacations,

but they're never dull. [Grunts]

[Engine starts]

- It is a pleasure to
finally meet you, Mr. axe.

I've heard good things.
- Yeah. Right back at you.

- It was good work today.
The Dr loses a murderer.

And we gain access
to the largest

private intelligence
network in the Caribbean.

- Nice boat, James.

A little small to fit
all of us and the box.

- Yes. Yes, it is.

You two won't be coming with.

Tickets under these names.

Safe travels, both of you.

James, I know Cabral's file
backwards and forwards.

Whatever you have
planned for him,

I can help.

Take us with you.

- I admire your
enthusiasm, Michael.

Your part in this... it's over.

Now you've proven yourself to be
everything I could've hoped for

and more.

Go home. Get some rest.

You earned it.

[Boat engine starts]

- Well, you heard the man.
Let's go home.

[Indistinct chatter]

Ah. Hey, look who's home.

- Awful vacation.

You have been busy.

- Yeah, with a little help
from Porter and Glenanne.

You read the new file on James?

- Very impressive
service record.

- Yeah, no kidding. Delta force.

Gotta love having our
elite military training

turned against us.

- Do we know why he
went off the rails?

- No. That's why you're here.

This new asset is a delta too.
Peter Millard.

Same unit, disappeared
at the same time.

Millard refuses to
tell us any more,

says he wants to talk to the guy

that was undercover
with Kendrick.

- Why?

- Why don't you
ask him yourself?

[Ominous piano music]

*

- you the guy who's
working with James?

- No, I'm the one
working to stop him.

- What makes you think
you can do that?

- Because I'm willing to
do whatever it takes,

go as far as I have to go.

- As far as you have to go?

Tell me, do you know how far
James is willing to go?

- I'm starting to.
- I doubt it.

What do you know
about Mogadishu?

- I know you and James
served together there.

According to the report,
your unit was wiped out

protecting a village.

He was presumed KIA,
and so were you.

- Is that what the report says?

- Why don't you tell me
what really happened, then?

- My unit was sent to take out
a warlord outside Mogadishu.

Turned out the
intelligence was bad.

The warlord was a kid wannabe

with a few rifles and
some punk friends.

The camp was a village full
of women and children.

We radioed in.

Guess some suit up
the line didn't want

a blotch on his record.
Orders came down.

"Wipe 'em out anyway."

A lot of guys didn't like
it, but orders were orders.

I couldn't do it.

James was my best
friend in the unit.

I asked him to talk
them out of it,

he said he'd try.

- But it didn't work?

- No.

They wouldn't disobey
a direct order.

I told him we had
to do something,

he said he'd handle
it, and I thought...

God, I don't know
what I thought.

- What did you do?

Peter, if I'm gonna help you, I
need to know what I'm facing.

What did he do?

- He killed them all.

The whole unit.

Slit their throats while
they were sleeping.

You think you can stop him?
No one can stop him.

I tried. He put me away.

Buried. 15 years.

I loved that man.

Would've followed him anywhere.

And he led me straight to hell.