All language subtitles for Episode 02 - Fast Friends

My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until...

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

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.

A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend...

Should we shoot them?

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

You know spies... a 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.

Mike, I'm telling you, don't do it.

What? You don't like the belt?

I'm not kidding around here.
You got to put a kibosh on this.

Sam, we talked about this.

Well, maybe we didn't
talk about it enough.

You're working for the same sons
of bitches that burned you, Mike,

and now you're gonna
meet with this Vince guy.

- Vaughn.
- Vaughn... good name for a vampire.

I'm just saying, I don't
think you thought this through.

I don't love working with him,

but what we're doing is important.

Why, 'cause Simon got out?

Okay, he was a bad guy.

Okay, a very bad guy.

But he's stuck in a dungeon
somewhere. Problem solved.

If it was just about Simon, maybe,

but the guy who helped him
escape has bigger plans.

I know you feel this is on your shoulders,

but it's not your job to solve everything.

Just walk away.

I got an innocent man
burned for looking into this.

If I stop now,

I'll have ruined Jesse
Porter's life for nothing.

Okay, fine.

But I still think
Vaughn is a vampire name.

Hey, pal.

You're looking well.

Miami sunshine is working wonders for you.

Well, I get a little pasty when
my pals lock me in a secret prison.

So, how's our project coming?

Slowly. I've been looking
through Jesse Porter's files.

It's a few thousand
pages of raw intelligence.

Yeah.

We should talk about Jesse Porter.

What about him?

FBI picked him up, then released him.

They decided it was better to let him go

and keep the incident quiet.

He's been laying low,

making calls to people
around the government

to figure out who stole his files.

He's looking for who burned him.

Don't worry.

We're gonna have him taken care of.

Taken care of?

Look, it's nothing lethal.

We're just gonna find
him and put him on a plane

to a nice, remote holding facility.

Vaughn, that's a mistake.

It's more efficient to
use him as a resource.

So, you sure you're not feeling
sentimental just 'cause you burned him?

No, everything we need
is inside Jesse's head.

You put me in charge of the investigation.

Let me handle Jesse.

Phone records.

Allied financial services?

Yeah, Jesse hacked their PBX switch.

He's using it to make his calls.

Bug it, boss.

That should set you on
the way to locating him.

Just curious... have you thought at all

about what you're gonna say
to Jesse when you find him?

"Hi. I'm Michael. I destroyed your life."

I'll try to avoid that subject.

Has it occurred to you that
avoiding Jesse might be a good idea?

You've toyed with him enough.

I'll do everything I can to help him, Fi.

First I got to find him.

Well, I guess a little Sunday
break-in never hurt anyone.

We got 90 seconds.

You'd be surprised what
I can do in 90 seconds.

Housed in office utility rooms,

a PBX is the phone switchboard
for a whole company.

Using a router with upgraded firmware,

pros can hack them to
make untraceable calls

from the comfort of their own homes.

It's how spies get free long-distance.

Identifying the right line to bug on a PBX

is as simple as matching
call times from your records

to those in the computer.

Of course, if you have to comb

through thousands of phone calls,

it's easier said than done.

Everyone knows spies are good
with languages and firearms,

but they need to be
great storytellers, too.

If you can't keep a break-in secret,

you have to get creative
to cover your tracks.

If a company's just
laid off half its staff,

no one asks many questions

when it looks like an ex-employee

broke in to make a mess.

Taking your sweet time, Michael.

You need to buy us some more time, Fi.

That's our cue to leave, Michael.

What took you so long?

I thought you were gonna buy us more time.

I knew you were gonna say that.

- How was that?
- Very good.

Mm-hmm.

Anybody home?

Mom?

Mom!

Whoa!

Jesus.

Okay, we both get a text...

- "Need help now."
- "Need help now."

And you don't answer your phone?

We thought you were under siege.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not
up on texting etiquette.

I'm... I'm converting
the garage to a rental,

and I thought you boys could lend a hand.

You're taking on a renter?

I am.

I already have him lined up.

He has a cat, and he's very nice.

Do you think this is a good idea?

I do. I could use the extra
money and a little company.

Uh, mom, we use the
garage for work, for, um...

- Private...
- Private work.

You mean building bombs
and interrogating people?

When you were on vacation
in prison, Michael,

I realized something.

I could use more stable people in my life,

not people who sleep with
guns under their pillows.

All right, mom. What do you need done?

I promised I'd tile the
garage before he moves in.

You know, I'm a little hurt, Maddy.

You never spruced the
place up when I was here.

That's because he's a paying renter, Sam,

not someone who detonates
explosives in my solarium.

You know, Mike, some guys listen to
a thing called music while they work.

It's sort of like talking, only
with, you know, instruments.

Well, that tap on Jesse's phone line

is our only lead on his location.

Let the static soothe you.

So, this, uh, Jesse...

He was in counterintelligence, eh?

And?

Well, I was just thinking, you know,

these are the guys who interrogate spies.

Their job is seeing through
people like you... like us.

I know it's risky, Sam, but
right now it's the only way...

Hey, it's Jesse Porter.

You shouldn't call me at home.

You're radioactive.

I get caught talking to
you, I lose my pension.

Look, I'm not dirty. Somebody set me up.

- You got to believe me, Freddy...
- I know.

I made a few calls, got my hands
on something you need to see.

Okay, well, what is it? Do you know who...

This line's not secure. We
need to meet in person... today.

All right, the park near my place...

Ocean and Lexington...4:00.

Well, sounds like Jesse might have
a lead on the person who burned him.

Look on the bright side. We have
his location. I'm calling Fi.

Okay, for the record,

I already hate everything about this.

How's it looking, Sam?

Same as an hour ago... all
quiet on the Western front.

Mike, I'm projectile sweating down here.

I'm turning my new
Hawaiian into a dishrag,

and, you know, we're talking
about a poly-silk blend here...

Dry-clean only, and it's ruined.

Okay, Sam. You can bill me.

Damn straight.

You know, I feel for Jesse,

alone, hauled out,

sealed off like toxic waste.

I do too, Fi.

Trust me, I know what he's going through.

Except Jesse didn't wake up next to
someone who had his back, like you did.

As I recall, I woke up
because somebody kicked me.

The point is you have a team.

That team may include a
washed-up, old boozehound.

You're on speaker, Fi.

- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, whatever.

Here comes Jesse.

Ooh, he is a strapping fellow, isn't he?

Hey, Fred. Oh, and that
must be Jesse's mystery date.

Thanks for coming, man.

Got two S.U.Vs, blacked-out windows.

Something tells me they're not
with the neighborhood watch.

How you been? You okay?

Jesse, I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do, right?

Okay, that's a trap.
Mikey, this is not good.

They're gonna have him hemmed
in. We got to warn Jesse.

We can't let him see us.

- If he knows we're watching him...
- Here.

We can't sit on our hands
while he gets ambushed.

He won't. He can get away.

Just hang on, Fi. Fi, hang on.

He made me call you.

What the hell are you talking
about, Freddy? Who? Who made you?

He had pictures of me,
threatened to go to my wife.

I'm retired. My marriage
is all I got left.

Freddy, what the hell are you
talking about? What'd you do?

Sam, the bike locked to
the pole behind you...

Pull the chain off the gears.

Okay, Mike, tell me what
you got, and make it snappy.

You think that old arm of
yours can hit the power lines?

Are you kidding?

This bazooka took Annalee high

to the Michigan state quarterfinals.

Ha!

Wrap a metal chain around two power lines,

and you complete a very
powerful electrical circuit.

It can get you arrested,

but it's a good way to
make a ruckus in a pinch.

Go, go, go!

You sold me out to Khan.

I didn't have a choice.

You're lucky this guy can handle himself.

Well, he's lucky they
had tasers, not guns.

I guess we're not the only
ones looking for Jesse.

We better find him first, Michael.

I drove around his neighborhood for hours.

He didn't come back.

Cops found a body a mile from the park.

Jesse's contact?

Well, I guess he wasn't
worth much after the setup.

So, who the hell were the guys in
the S.U.Vs?

I don't know.

Give me good news.

- You find Jesse?
- I did...

About a minute before he was ambushed

by some amateur extraction team.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I asked for good news.

Jesse got away.

Do you know if he has
any old enemies in town?

What am I, Jesse's biographer?

I'm calling you for information.

I need you to use some of your resources.

Find out... you're my resource on this.

You wanted to handle this? Handle it.

Like engineers and wedding planners,

spies obsess over details.

If you always keep a lock
with the logo facing in

and suddenly you find it turned out,

you've got a problem.

When you know someone's
about to get the drop on you,

you can play it safe and walk away,

or you can pretend nothing's wrong,

go about your business,
and get the drop on them.

Nightclub's closed on Mondays,

but I'm guessing you're
not here to salsa dance.

You must be Michael Westen.
I heard you were good.

Right now I'm just a guy pointing
a gun at your head. Who are you?

My name is Jesse Porter.

I've got a problem that
only you can understand.

And, uh, I need your help.

It's like meeting a
character out of a book...

Michael Westen, the burned spy.

People still talk, you know.

There's the he-was-done-wrong folks,

and then there's the
they-should've-shot-him folks.

Which side were you on?

Never mind. What brings you here?

I was counterintelligence.

Someone stole my files. I
got blamed for the breach.

Eight years...

Eight years, they just booted
me out like it was nothing.

I'm sorry.

For what it's worth, I know how you feel.

Yeah, well... that's actually
not my biggest problem right now.

I got an old enemy coming after me.

I figured you must have a
friend in the government.

I mean, how else could you
have survived this long?

- I just need to talk to someone.
- I have friends, but not in the government.

Your name doesn't even need to come up.

- I... I just... I...
- I can't help you there.

All right.

Thanks for the yogurt.

This old enemy... does he have a name?

Yeah, Ming Khan.

Son of a bitch thinks I stole
2 million bucks from him.

Maybe I could help you there.

No, man, look, he's... you don't know him.

He's dangerous. He's connected.

I said I had friends.

Let me see what I can do for you.

Why would you do that?

Part of me thinks that burned
spies need to stick together.

Yeah? What about the other part?

The other part thinks if a
counterintel op owed me a favor

and got back in someday, he
could put in a good word for me.

All right, man.

You got a deal.

You know of any good motels, man?

I, uh... I can't go back to my place.

Uh, you can't go to a motel right now.

- That's exactly where Khan will be looking for you.
- Yeah.

We'll figure something out.

So I'm in charge of keeping secrets

from a counterintelligence agent?

He's crashing in a vacant condo next door.

It's not like he's staying
in your living room.

But he is using my duvet.

If another one of your
strays ruins my linens,

I will kill you.

You said yourself Jesse needs
someone to watch his back.

That is not fair using
that argument against me.

Fine.

There are worse things than having
a very cute next-door neighbor.

In exchange for this downy-soft bedding,

you've got to tell us all
about this Khan person.

Oh, um...

M... most of it's classified,
so I... I can't really...

Let's be clear.

Michael is the spy.

He cares about words like "classified."

I, on the other hand, only care

about who it is I'm
supposed to be fighting.

Okay.

Khan was a hotshot in Asian drug shipping,

got in some trouble with
the local authorities,

came running to uncle Sam to cut a deal.

He's a snitch, basically.

He's trading Intel on his terrorist pals

- for a life in America.
- You were his handler.

Yeah, got the job of debriefing him,

moving his money to U.S. banks.

First part went fine.
Money never showed up.

The Chinese got it in transit. Poof.

And he blames you for
stealing his nest egg.

Yeah, not to be crass, but have
you considered shooting him?

I'd be all for it, but Khan's
got some powerful friends.

If I take a shot at him,
they'll come after me next.

That's why I wanted to find someone
in the government to shut it down.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen,

but we may be able to
do the next best thing.

You know, if we can get
him busted by the cops,

his friends will keep their distance.

Illegal-weapons charges might do it.

It'll be tough, but if
we keep it really heavy...

- 25mm, maybe an RPG...
- RPG.

RPG? Right.

Oh, you're serious?

So... so you have, like, a magic way

of... of setting him up for this?

No magic... we get him to buy the weapons.

We get him arrested.

You're gonna walk up to the
guy, start talking to him?

I'm a spy, Jesse. That's what we do.

Have things changed since I've been out?

Uh, Khan is a psycho, just so you know.

I seriously doubt y'all
have mutual friends.

A mutual enemy will do fine.

Hey, there, uh, can I talk to your boss?

- Get the hell...
- Ugh!

Quick and excruciating,

few holds are more effective
than a simple thumb lock.

A little pressure on the right spot...

- Ugh!
- And your target will be learning

how to hold a fork with a new hand.

He might want to ice that.

Hey, we need to talk.

And who might you be?

The name's Turner.

We have a mutual
acquaintance, Jesse Porter.

Jesse Porter? Doesn't ring a bell.

Does it, Mr. Lei?

So it was someone else who ran

that half-assed
snatch-and-grab yesterday?

You know, I was this close to laying
my hands on that son of a bitch,

until you guys blew it for me.

How did you find us?

There's only so many groups
of guys carrying serious heat

in Chinese restaurants in Key Biscayne.

- So, what do you want?
- Well, I want to make a deal.

Why would we make a deal
with you, Mr. Turner?

Because I know where Jesse is...

Unless you guys have never heard of him,

and then I'll just finish up here and...

Take my Mongolian beef to go.

What is it that you want with, uh, Jesse?

There's a certain cartel
willing to pay top dollar to me

for what's in his head.

I think there's a way
we can help each other.

I'm listening.

Your little fiasco with
Jesse sent him into hiding.

He's dug in like a tick...

Cement wall, claymore mine in the door.

And you'll tell me where
this is on what condition?

I need some heavy
artillery to extract him.

I'm low on funds.

I could use a few extra hands.

So, when we find Jesse,

we're supposed to just, what, share him?

That's what we learned in kindergarten.

I mean, you get what you need,

and then I take him with me... win-win.

We will find him on our own, thank you.

We don't go on armed assaults
with randoms off the street.

Okeydokey.

But... good day, Mr. Turner.

Can I take the Mongolian beef?

I told you a sales
pitch isn't gonna do it.

Khan... Khan's tempted.

We just need to push
him a little bit harder.

Right now, they think they
can handle you on their own.

But we'll convince them
they need help... my help.

How do you propose to do that?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Jesse, this is Sam Axe.

He's a former Navy
S.E.A.L. and a friend. Hey.

- Good to meet you.
- Likewise.

So, Mike told me about your problem.

I had a buddy pull some paperwork.

Turns out Mr. Lei rents
a place on star island.

So, here's what I'm thinking.

Next time these guys head out for grub,

we stage a mock ambush on them.

Jesse, if you can position
yourself on the outside wall here,

you can hose the place down
with your assault rifle,

do a triangle-of-death
thing, drive them into here.

When you stop
to reload, I'll swoop in,

scare you off, and I become
Khan's guardian angel.

Okay, let me see this.

I dig it. I dig it.

Just, if we're gonna do
the triangle of death,

we got to do it from inside the wall,

like, right here, like, in his face.

There's an armed guard that
patrols the grounds, Jesse.

If you get any closer than that...

I'll have to deal with a
rent-a-thug all by my little self.

Okay, uh, quick F.Y.I. here...

Uh, we plan our missions
with the wacky idea

of getting everybody out in one piece.

So just sit back, relax,

and let us worry about the heavy lifting.

So, Mike, you think this
is gonna convince Khan

to work with you, or just that
he should pack up and leave?

Well, he thinks Jesse's got his money.

He'll do what he has to do to get it.

Just cover me when I go in.

Did I mention I'm not a
fan of running a mission

with a kid we barely know?

10 times.

I'm just saying, these
counterintel types, Mike...

They're lone wolves,
they are not team players.

This is Jesse's best shot
to getting Khan off his back.

He'll behave.

Here we go, Sam.

Okay, that's where Jesse's
supposed to set up shop.

And yet he's still moving.

What the hell is he doing?

His version of the plan. Watch my back.

Hey, Khan!

You looking for me?!

You want your money? Come get it!

Like pro athletes, spies know

that no amount of practice or planning

simulates the adrenaline
rush of real action.

That's why you always have to be ready

to adjust tactics on the fly.

If a teammate suddenly
decides to shoot at you

to convince the bad guys you're enemies...

You go with the flow...

and shoot back.

Unbelievable. Are you guys trying to die?

- Mr. Turner.
- At your service.

Oh, come on, Mike, I can't
take out four jokers in one go.

Is this your way of thanking
me for saving your hides?

You have a bad habit of showing
up where you don't belong.

Are you guys impaired?

Am I talking too fast? Is that it?

I mean, I'm trying to get Jesse.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out

that he'd try to hit your
place after you went after him.

You still think you can handle Jesse?

Fine, kill me.

But the next time he pays you a visit,

you're gonna need more than new lawn art.

Whether it's in the field or a showroom,

the most powerful move at
the end of a sales pitch

is to just walk away.

It's an effective
technique to close a deal,

but it can also get you shot in the back.

You have a flair for
the dramatic, Mr. Turner.

You've made your point.

Is that your way of saying you'd
like my help catching Jesse?

I'll be back tomorrow
with a shopping list.

Crack your piggy bank.
It's gonna cost you.

Oh, and, Khan...

Tell your sidekick his safety's on.

Hey, hey.

Oh, yeah. Sorry about the car.

- Hope you'll take a personal I.O.U.?
- Good as gold.

What the hell did you think
you were doing back there?

Kicking ass.

- What? I had to get in
close to sell it. I got it done.
- No, no, we got it done.

You pull that lone ranger crap again,

you and me are gonna dance.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- We're gonna dance?
- Uh-huh, we're dancing.

- I will beat your old ass.
- Come on, man, pull the trigger.

- Oh, you think?
- You're just an old man. Do it. Do it.

Calm down. Calm down!

What matters is that
I'm in with Khan and Lei.

You want to finish this
when I'm done, fine.

- We have work to do.
- Okay by me, Mikey.

Sooner we put them on
a platter for the cops,

sooner we're done with Billy the kid here.

All right, so you got
the meeting with Khan.

What happens if they smell a setup?

We'll cross that bridge later.

For now, I need them to buy enough
artillery to start World War III.

I don't know
what level of experience

you have with this sort of thing,

but the trick with a bunker...

It's not about getting in, it's
about getting the target out alive.

Well, I need him alive.

Right, so this is what I propose.

Now, I can arrange delivery...

Three Barrett rifles,
tungsten-tipped rounds?

Designed to punch holes in tanks.

It'll cut through that bunker
like it's made of tissue paper.

A breaching ram, military-grade tear gas,

and a grenade launcher?

Hey, we pump in some gas,

flush out Jesse like the rat he is.

This is not even legal.

This kind of firepower is way too risky.

Too risky?

You know, I spent...
15 years in special ops,

interrogating, tracking,

climbing into caves in Afghanistan.

You ever done that?
Yeah, I didn't think so.

I know what it takes to get it done.

I say we find Jesse on our own,

take care of him our own way.

You know, your boy here
is awfully opinionated.

Last time I checked,
though, Jesse's hunting you.

He makes a point.

I been hunting Agent
Porter for a long time.

I know what makes him tick.

I know what it takes to
get what you want from him,

but I need the right tools to grab him.

If you have the cash,

I can get a guy who can
get everything we need.

Now, I'm tired... of Mr. Lei
second-guessing everything I say.

If we have a deal, you say so.

Otherwise, I go my own way.

Provide an account where you'd
like your money wired, Mr. Turner.

We will make the arrangements.

Fi, Khan went for it.
Let's get a truck ready.

Make it look like I'm a guy who
moves a lot of heavy weapons.

Any preference on color?

I'll leave it to you, but I
need it by tomorrow morning.

I got to head to my mom's.

Her renter's cat found
some of my old detonators.

Uh-oh. Bye-bye, tenant.

Yeah, he moved out.

Can you and Jesse handle the truck?

I'm sure we'll be fine.

When using a street vehicle
to haul serious weapons,

some modifications are in order.

Heavy-duty coil springs
are used by dune buggies

to race across the desert.

Add them to your suspension system,

and you can hit a few potholes
without snapping an axle.

A strut brace over your engine

stabilizes your center of gravity.

And nothing helps with a fast getaway

like a nitrous-oxide tank
connected to your fuel injector.

All righty.

Think that's everything Westen
needs for his gun deal with Khan?

If Michael can't make an escape in this,

then he deserves to get caught.

You're pretty handy with that wrench.

You're pretty handy with
a gun for a desk jockey.

Michael told me about your
little one-man rampage with Kahn.

I actually started in the field.

They stuck me in counterintel 'cause I
tended to, uh, go after all the bad guys,

not just the ones they wanted me to get.

It turns out some guys can watch a dude

smack his girlfriend around in a bar,

and some guys can't.

I knew I liked you.

Michael's gonna be a while.

You, uh... want to take it for a spin?

Hell yes.

Who says Christmas
only happens once a year?

Barretts are in the bag.
Here are your launchers.

Turn that frown
upside-down. Are we happy?

We are.

The rest of your money is on its way now.

- So, when do we find Jesse?
- I'm gonna take you to him.

Let's mount up. Just give
me a hand with the ammo.

Spies know the most distrusting people

are often the easiest to manipulate.

If you want someone to drive around
with a trunk full of illegal weapons,

just insist on doing it yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Um, putting the guns in.

- I mean, this truck has been
specially outfitted for the weight.
- No way.

You think we're gonna
spend that kind of money

and just let you drive off with them?

I'm not driving off with anything.

I'm meeting you at the bunker.

And we're just supposed
to trust you, right?

We take the weapons.

You know, with all due respect, Mr. Khan,

are you out of your frickin' mind?

You know how illegal these guns are.

Your Fender's gonna be
dragging on the pavement.

Some port authority stooge
is gonna call the cops.

Right now, I'm more worried
about you than the cops.

Suit yourself.

Ugh!

Lift with the knees.

Yeah. Hi, police?

Um, I think I just saw a drug deal.

Yeah, guys with guns loading bags.

Uh-huh. Hyperion road, by the port.

Take the next left. Two blocks.

Damn, what did I tell you?

If you find yourself
in a high-speed pursuit

while driving in a caravan,

you don't always have to
be faster than the cops.

You just have to be faster
than the guy next to you.

Of course, it helps if you
are faster than the cops.

Aah!

Hands on your head! Hands on your head!

Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get in there!

Stand up.

Officer, let... let us explain.

You have the right to remain silent.

You worried about the cops now?

Jesse, it's Michael again.

Where are you? Call me back.

Four messages?

Don't you think you might
seem a little desperate?

He took us out for a $100
thank-you dinner last night,

and now he won't return my calls?

Relax.

All his stuff is still at the condo.

I don't think Jesse's the type
to leave without saying goodbye.

He's not you.

It's Khan.

Shouldn't he be in jail?

Let's find out.

Khan. Oh, I thought you got pinched.

Yes.

Years ago, I did a favor for the
people at the drug enforcement agency.

It wasn't easy,

but my lawyers persuaded
them to return that courtesy.

Oh, you were sitting on a
get-out-of-jail-free card?

Oh, that's beautiful.

Listen, give me another day.
We'll take another run at it.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You see, Jesse stuck his head
out when he thought I was gone.

He was unaware I kept his
apartment under surveillance.

You got Jesse?

Picked him up two hours ago.

We've been trying to get him to talk,

but so far he has been uncooperative.

You know, you said you
knew all about Jesse

and the art of interrogation.

Perhaps you could come talk to him.

Oh, it'll be my pleasure.

Yeah, you remember our deal, though.

You get what you're after,
and then I get Jesse.

That only works if he's in one piece.

I'll try not to do any permanent damage.

Aah!

At least the cops have Kahn's artillery.

Five of them, three of us...
it's almost a fair fight.

But we can't solve this with guns, Fi.

It's too easy for them to just
kill Jesse if things get hot.

Well, do you have a better idea?

Yeah, we need to convince
Khan to let me take Jesse.

Wait, did you hit your
head during the car chase?

Khan is not gonna let you take Jesse

until he gets his money,

- which is a problem because Jesse didn't steal it.
- I know, Fi.

We're gonna have to convince him

that someone else stole the money.

- Someone? Who?
- Lei.

Well, how are you gonna pull that off?

He's Khan's closest adviser.

Which means he had access and opportunity.

I can sell this. You find Barry.

You have him get everything he can

about the account Khan
used to buy the guns.

If Khan pays Lei from the same place...

We can use it to get Lei's
personal bank account.

But if I do get a number,

how are you gonna make Jesse say it?

I'm gonna bring Jesse a cheat sheet.

Hey, baby.

I told you on the phone I can't talk now

'cause I'm in a meeting.

Oh, well, uh...

Meeting adjourned. Scram, honey.

All right.

What the hell was that?

You just cost me a client,

although that was smokin' hot.

My business accounts.

A bad man bought some guns from me.

I need you to trace this wire
transfer back to the source.

I need information about
the original account...

Transfers, linked accounts,
names, dates, everything.

Oh, so you only want the
moon. That can't be done.

You're asking me to bribe bank officials.

Oh, you've never bribed a bank official?

Yeah, I have, when I'm
looking for new clients,

but this is my business.

Think I got something here, Mike.

You wanted someone who could
pass for a relative of Jesse's...

Kathy Porter from Dallas.

She passed away five days ago.

It's the right age, right complexion.

Well, that is perfect, Sam.

Fi, tell me you got something.

Lei's personal accounts are in Antigua.

Looks like Khan pays him 30 grand a month.

You are a miracle worker.

Yeah, I'm sending you the number now.

Oh, and, Michael,

Barry made me promise him dinner

to hear how he can maximize
my offshore finances.

- You owe me.
- Yes, I do.

All right, change Kathy's
birthplace to Antigua,

and we need to adjust
the online archive number.

You sure you want to play
follow-the-leader with Jesse?

I mean, the guy's not exactly
great at taking direction.

I got him into this, Sam.
I'm gonna get him out.

How's our boy?

Still breathing.

He won't speak, despite our encouragement.

Well, what did I tell you?

If you hurt him, it just
makes it that much harder

to get anything useful out of him.

The man stole a lot of money from me.

Until I find out what happened to it,

he's mine to deal with
as I please, Mr. Turner.

Jesse probably spent the money years ago.

We should just kill
him and be done with it,

and stop doing business with strangers.

Did you guys talk about
killing Jesse in front of him?

In English?

I thought so. There's your problem.

I mean, if a man knows he's gonna die,

he has no reason to speak up.

And how will you motivate him...

Kind words and a warm cup of tea?

No, with what's inside this briefcase.

Few things are more dangerous

than passing a message
in plain view of hostiles.

To do it, you need a reason
to get close to someone.

You don't get to be choosy about how.

Looks like we got a bleeder.

Hello, Agent Porter.

Now, Agent Porter, I know
why you haven't been talking.

You think you'll be killed if
you admit you stole Khan's money.

You need to understand something.

Your life is not the only
thing that is on the line.

This is an obituary of one Kathy Porter,

killed five days ago in a home invasion.

Can you see the resemblance?

- Wait, wait. What?
- For what it's worth,

she had some nice things
to say about you in the end.

No. What, you killed my aunt Kathy?

You son of a bitch!

How else was I gonna find you?

You know, she put up a
good fight for a civilian.

She is survived by her sister, Deborah.

You know her as mom.

I was thinking about paying
her a visit next, maybe not.

So I want you to look at
this picture very closely

when I ask you this question.

The money... where did it go?

Some guy called me.

He, uh... he said he'd
kick back 100 grand in cash

if I routed the funds to him
to an... an account in Antigua.

Antigua? That could be
someone connected to our banks.

Mr. Khan, let's not discuss
our personal affairs.

I want you to give me the account
number you sent the money to now!

I don't re... I don't know!

It... it was a year ago. I can't remember.

It's over. The money's
gone. Let's just shoot him!

What did I say about
threatening his life?!

I don't know what his problem is,

but if you want to find your money,

you'll tell him to keep his mouth shut.

Lei. Lei, enough.

Jesse. May I call you Jesse?

I want you to think about your aunt Kathy

and about her last moments on earth

and whether you want the same thing

to happen to the rest of your family.

I want you to look at her
and you think about her.

Does this jog your memory?

And don't tell me you don't know.

Spies... they're trained to lie.

They're also trained to remember numbers.

He's gonna kill me.

You think I won't kill her?!

9-alpha-64-2-echo-35-Charlie-01.

That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Now, what you'll need to do
is find out whose account...

- You're lying! That's mine!
- You stay off him!

That's my account! How
did you get that number?!

Khan, you tell him to put that gun down!

I have given you
everything you've asked for.

What are you doing?

You know what happens to
people who steal from me, huh?!

Huh?!

Mr. Khan. Mr. Khan!

I've seen that wound before.

He'll survive, but you got
to get him to the hospital.

That was awfully Christian of you,

giving Khan free medical advice.

Well, I have seen that wound before.

And he'll be dead in five minutes.

Oh, go through all that
trouble to save my ass

and leave the old guy
in charge of the getaway?

Buckle up, rookie. Try not
to bleed on the upholstery.

Got to hand it to you... your
little trio can handle its business.

Yeah, we have a few notches in our belt.

Hey, thank you for this,

but I see why the condo
next door is vacant.

There's a bee infestation.

It's constant buzzing. It's like
I'm living in a freakin' hive.

I got to find a new place.

Well, there's no need. We
have a friend with a space.

- Don't we, Michael?
- My mom?

Fi, I don't think that's a good idea.

She has enough burned spies in her life.

Well, I already spoke to her. It's done.

Okay, well, thank you, Fiona.

Why did you go back to your
place when Khan grabbed you?

What was worth the risk?

It's a Saint Christopher's medal...

Patron saint of safe passage.

It belonged to my mom.

She had a thing about
keeping us protected.

Well, I guess it worked for you.

Yeah. Yeah, just not for her.

Michael.

You're the man. Let's celebrate.

- What are we celebrating?
- We had a great week.

You won Jesse's trust.

Now we can root around
inside that brain of his,

and by this time Friday,
we'll have everything we need.

I wouldn't be too optimistic.

I'm working him for classified
details about a conspiracy.

If I push too hard, he'll get suspicious.

Well, if you need some
help getting him to open up,

I have some friends
who can help facilitate.

Torture.

The point is, Michael,
we're on a clock here.

So for Jesse's sake, get at it.

This is my very best gun cleaner.

A little goes a long way.

Thank you. I'll use it wisely.

He's trouble.

I like him.

You know, it's really nice
of you to let Jesse stay here,

but he can't pay you rent.

That's all right.

He's already offered me
several grand in I.O.Us.

Mom, I thought you wanted

someone nice staying here who liked cats.

Now you're sharing gun cleaner.

Yeah, well, nice is overrated.

And I forgot how much I hate cats.

I mean, you and Sam and Fi may be nuts,

but, you know, you're doing
something with your life,

and I... I just like being a part of it.

What kind of sissy wouldn't sleep

with a gun under his pillow, anyway?

Love what you've
done with the place.

Don't knock it. Your mom's my decorator.

I can tell.

Hey, listen, if you're gonna stay here,

we should probably talk
about why you were burned.

I told you. I got set up.

People don't just get set
up for no reason, Jesse.

You asking me about
top-secret information, Westen?

Well, if you're like me,

you won't stop kicking over rocks
until you find out what happened.

You're out in the cold, Jess.

It's dangerous to do it alone.

Yeah, so I've noticed.

I was looking into some
pretty serious stuff

when they threw me out...

Wars, terror attacks.

I had a lead on a guy
that was tied into it.

Maybe I got too close. I don't know.

You want help finding that guy?

Look, before I let you in on this,

I need to tell you something.

I'm seeing this through.

One day, the old bosses
are gonna welcome me back.

They're gonna give me a commendation.

I'll smile for the camera.

But then I'm gonna find the
person that ruined my life.

And I'm gonna kill him.

Are you good with that?

Yeah, I'm good with that.