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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.

It's a cliché that spies
wear tuxedos in the field.

While there's some truth to it,

you don't usually wear them to
baccarat tables in Monte Carlo.

Most of the time
you're in black tie,

it's at rubber-chicken dinners,
political fundraisers,

or charity auctions.

Not quite as glamorous
as the French Riviera,

but at least you'll usually get
free drinks.

Oh. It's you.

Don't you
clean up quick.

Didn't have much choice. You
gave me only 45 minutes' notice.

Sorry about that.

The boys up at Langley just
got wind of a little situation.

We're gonna have to
run this up on the fly.

What's the job?

A yet-to-be identified
foreign government

plans on stealing tech secrets
from the Swedes.

At a fundraiser
for marine animals.

Mm-hmm.

Gunther Ehren.

He's got a soft spot
for manatees.

He owns Jetswede, the high-end
aeronautics company.

And you see that tablet
he's carrying?

Idiot's got his entire computer
backed up on that thing.

We're talking design specs,
contracts, prototypes.

That is
a tech thief's dream.

Since it's
just the two of us,

I take it we're not here
to stop the thief.

Oh, no.

We just want to find out
who's behind it.

State-of-the-art
R.F.I.D. tracker inside.

Ain't micro-technology
something?

It's like the future.

You want me to plant this

on a target
we still haven't identified?

Told you, the company's flying
by the seat of its pants here.

Well, I guess you called
the right guy.

Super.
Keep an eye on Gunther.

And try some of the seviche
while you're at it.

$1,700,
looking for the eight.

$1,800, the bid to nine.
$1,900. $2,000.

$2,100. Back to you now.

What'd I miss?

Just Gunther
putting down

his fourth plate
of tiger prawns.

They are very good.

Uh-oh.

Somebody's got
the thousand-yard stare.

What is it?

Did you ever read
the report I submitted?

I know it was long, but we're
talking about four years of --

again with the people
that burned you?

Michael, you were there.
We broke them to pieces.

We ground them into dust.
It's over. You won.

I guess. But I flagged
some inconsistencies

the agency
should look into.

- Westen --
- Questions that never got answered.

Relax.

Thank you. That concludes
our California vintage.

We will take a...

You keep playing the boy who cried
"Shouldn't we triple-check this?"

People are gonna start thinking
that you're a nut.

Because you sound
like a nut.

Max, wait a second.
Here we go.

We got action
on our computer thieves.

We're on.

Hey!

Where the hell
do you think you're going,

you weasel-faced son of a bitch!
Are you talking to me?

I know what you're doing, and
I really don't appreciate it!

Excuse me, but I --

You have been driving up
the prices on me all day!

You made me lose
the Diamond Creek Cabernet!

- It's because of you. Because --
- easy, easy.

No, no, James!
It's not worth it.

This is between me
and my new pal, weasel-face.

- You're drunk, and you're confused.
- Am I?! Am I?

Well, let's just see.
Let me see your paddle.

Pretending to be
a belligerent drunk

lets you get close to a target
long enough

to plant a tracker without them
getting suspicious.

Get the hell off of me!
Of course, if you plan

on making a scene
at a fancy hotel,

you'd better be ready
to pay the price.

Easy, guys,
we're leaving.

You better be.

Okay!

So, we good?

Tracker signal's at full
and on the move.

We have lift-off.

Oh.

Oh,
hope that's not a rental.

Burn Notice 5x04
No Good Deed
Original Air Date on July 14, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Seeing a project
through to completion

requires a certain level
of obsessiveness.

The problem is
you can't turn it on and off.

So you end up doing things
no one else can understand,

like sticking with an operation
long after it's over

or trying to fix a car

you should have given up on
years ago.

Fi...
Can you give it a try?

Not until you answer
my question.

What did Max say

about your report on the people
who burned you?

Not much.

Your obsession with this

is starting to wear on me --
on us.

Now,
I want a real answer.

Did Max buy your theory
on loose ends?

He said it wasn't worth pursuing
and I should drop it.

And?

I'm dropping it.

I'm starting to like Max.

Sounds like you need
a new distributor.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but your friend
Barry is here with his brother.

His brother?
There are two of them?

They have a problem.
I said you'd help.

I'm off to aqua-yoga.

We are practicing underwater
chakra meditations today.

Be good.

Fi, I have a meeting
with Max --

Say no more.

Maybe he can talk
even more sense into you. Go.

I'll handle Barry.

Fi! Long time, no see.
Where's Mikey?

Swallow, then speak,
Barry.

Fi, I'd like you to meet
my brother Paul.

- He's screwed six ways from Sunday.
- Nice to meet you.

Barry talks about you and your
friends like you're superheroes.

Oh, well, we get lucky
every once in a while.

What kind of trouble
you in?

I manage the Dade County
Teachers Credit Union.

Yeah, finances
run in the family,

except Paul here,
he follows the rules.

Last night, somebody stole
an encrypted server

filled with thousands
of member records --

social-security numbers,
account info...

Did you report it?

We keep the records
in a secure area.

You need a pin and a
call-and-response key to get in.

I checked the logs.
I don't know how, but --

Whoever did this stole your
access codes and key to get in.

Bingo.
Enter black-sheep Barry.

I can't get an invite
to my niece's birthday party,

but, uh, I got a call for this.
Not fair, Barry.

Last time I invited you to a family
function, you brought an escort.

Hey, Fi, will you tell him
that wearing a short skirt

does not make you
a prostitute?

She actually said,
"I am an escort."

Did you come here for family
counseling, or do you need help?

This isn't
just about me.

I mean, if those records
get decrypted,

6,000 teachers are gonna lose
everything they have

in the blink of an eye.

Please,
help me get it back.

Aww.

I know that look.
She's in.

Intelligence-agency
field offices

have to find a delicate balance

between blending in and
providing adequate security...

Come on, Westen.

I got a tee time
I'm trying to make.

...Which is why, whenever
possible, they piggyback

onto the facilities
of fellow government agencies.

This...
belongs to you now.

Bosses cleared you
for a temporary key card.

Keep up the good work, and
maybe you'll get a real one.

Must be my lucky day.
Oh, it gets better.

We followed the tracker

that you planted on the thieves
at the auction.

The tablet's being held

at a company called
Vaxilar Investments.

Vaxilar Investments.
Sounds vague.

Well,
it's a shell company

with ties
to the French government.

Turns out the frogs
are behind the whole thing.

So congratulations.
Mission accomplished.

I'm getting the feeling you didn't
call me in for a high five.

Well, you know that no good deed
goes unpunished.

The brass was so impressed

that they've given us
a follow-up assignment.

They want us to break in

and steal the same file
from Gunther's tablet.

You know the game.

They steal secrets, we steal
secrets -- it's all good fun.

Until
someone gets caught.

Then we don't get caught.

Only one problem.

Heat sensor,
state-of-the-art.

Yeah, Vaxilar's got
a secure room

with these hanging all over
like Christmas lights.

Anybody walks in there with a heat
signature above room temp,

and "Whoop, whoop!"

We should heat up the room.

Maybe it's time
Vaxilar Investments

had an issue
with their A.C. system.

You make it look too easy,
Westen.

Sorry, Fi,
I can't help you.

I'm not really
a big Barry fan anyway.

Well, it isn't Barry.
It's his brother.

His brother? Dear God.
There's two of them?

Yeah, I know.
But he's actually kind of sweet.

Doesn't matter. Elsa's
coming in tonight on the G6.

And I got to prepare
the vessel.

Just hear me out
about Paul's problem.

Jesse combed the company's
employees for suspects,

and we found one
worth talking to.

Sorry, Fi.
Too risky.

Another mojito,
Mr. Axe?

Yes, Edward. Thank you
for asking. Appreciate it.

First-name basis
with the staff, huh?

Well, you know,

being the owner's boy toy
does have its perks.

Now you see why I don't
want to disappoint Elsa?

Oh. Absolutely.

Fi,
what are you doing?

Well,
it's your choice, Sam.

Either I can be
cousin Kelly

here to take you out
to lunch...

or I can be
your hot new fling.

- It's up to you.
- Yes, yes, cousin Kelly. Ha ha!

I'd love to have
a pastrami on rye with you.

Okay, you got me until

Mike's done with his date
with the CIA, and that's it.

In many ways, the more
sophisticated a thief is,

the easier they are to find.

Anyone who gets a job
under a fake name

and uses stolen
high-security access codes

leaves a fat paper trail,
which means, if they're smart,

they have no intention of hanging around.

Ooh, looks like
we're just in time.

Someone's
skipping town.

Yeah. "Someone"
goes by "Griffin Kehl,"

or at least
that's the name he used

to get a janitor job
at Paul's bank

just before
the server went missing.

Oh.
Talk about a career criminal.

Guy's been collecting
warrants in other states

like merit badges.

Armed robbery,
assault, solicitation.

Doesn't sound
like the résumé

of a guy who hacks
secure access codes.

No, my guess
is he's a hired hand.

Okay, wait a second.

You guys dragged me
all the way across town

just to help you twist
some lowlife's arm?

When that's
the lowlife, yeah.

Oh,
somebody call the zoo

'cause a fricking grizzly
just escaped.

Well, grizzly bear or not, we
got to find out who his boss is.

Fi, you got
the lookout?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll be back.

Yeah. Have fun, boys.
Yeah.

Hey, Griffin.
Oh, you moving again, huh?

Wow. That's like, uh,
three times in eight months.

Who are you?
How do you know my name?

Called research, big boy.
Knowledge is power.

You got time
for a chat?

Aah!
Hey!

Fi, get in here!
Watch it!

Grab him!
Try and knock him down!

I'm getting him!

Playtime's over.

Try and hit him!

Ohh! Ow!

Fi, you shot me!

Quit crying.
It's just a beanbag.

Ohh!

Down, boy.

Sam leave
without saying goodbye?

He said he had to get back
to big mama.

Now you feel
like talking?

The hell
do you people want?

We want to know
who you were working for

when you stole a server
from the teachers credit union.

I'm just a janitor.

All right,
we'll keep this simple, Griffin.

Or do you prefer...

Gilbert McCauley?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, big man,
you can tell us who hired you,

or you can swallow an armed-robbery
charge in St. Louis.

Or perhaps a nice
attempted-murder in Lexington.

Don't forget Columbus.

It was just
a solicitation charge,

but the girl
was a minor.

Want to come clean
before we start making calls?

Okay, wait. You don't get it.

The lady who hired me --
this chick is vicious.

The last guy
that pissed her off,

she hacked his life
to pieces.

She got his truck repo'd,

she canceled his
sick wife's medical insurance.

She even put him
on a terrorist watch list.

Yes, hello.

Could I speak to
a Detective Ashby, please?

Eve!
Her name is Eve!

She paid me 10 grand
to steal the drive.

You think he's holding out
on us?

You know what?
I think he is. I think he is. Yeah.

We do this sort of thing a lot, Grif.
Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay, okay, fine --
she paid me to steal

some computers
from the warehouse, too.

Oh, how many?

9, 12 -- a-a bunch!

That's it. I swear to God.
Please hang up the phone.

All right, so, what
if we wanted to hire Eve?

Sorry, dude.
She works on referrals.

You got to know somebody.

Well, it's a good thing
we know you.

A dozen computers?

Sounds like
she set up a Beowulf cluster.

Beowulf cluster?
That -- that sounds bad.

It's how hackers
create supercomputers, okay?

They cram a bunch of PCs
into one room,

and they attack
the server's encryption.

You can crack a file
in two days.

We need to find that room.

How long would it take

to cook up an encrypted file
of your own?

An hour, tops. Why?

We're gonna hire Eve
to hack it.

We'll tail her
from the meeting

to wherever she's
decrypting your server.

Her guy told Jesse she gets
10 grand, minimum, for a job.

I don't have
that kind of money.

Well, come on. I mean, now's not the
time to start pinching pennies, Paul.

Oh! What was I thinking? Why didn't I
leave money in the budget for a hacker?

All right, look, um...
Give me a couple of hours.

I can...sell the Prius
and, uh...

- This rolex.
- No, no.

Hey, Paul, come on.
You can't sell dad's watch.

What choice do I have?

People who put their trust
in me

are gonna lose
their life savings.

All right, look, look,
look, look, look.

Save the heirloom
and your little go-kart.

I'll get you the cash,
okay?

When can we get
this meeting?

As soon
as you get the money.

Criminals who specialize
in hacking are a special breed.

They have the skills
to find legitimate work,

but they choose
to steal instead.

They're all about using their
brains to dominate and control.

Domino. That's game, George.
Time to go.

That's enough spanking
for one day.

Go!

That's why crafting
a cover I.D.

that will succeed with them
is a challenge.

They're not looking
for an equal partner.

They're looking
for another loser to sneer at,

so that's just
what you give them.

Well, looky here. If it isn't
my favorite cro-mag, Griffin.

This your friend?

Eve, meet Baxter.

What do you want,
Baxter?

Yeah, nice to meet you.

Hey, yeah, all right.

So, uh, look,
I'm an old-school thief.

You know,
I like things I can touch.

You're a dinosaur.
I can see that.

How do you know each other,
again?

We done jobs.

How many jobs you "done,"
exactly?

Jesus, I told you.

You know, Lexington,
Knoxville, Atlantic City.

Six.
You said six jobs.

Tell them to me again.
Backwards. By year.

I don't know if you're a narc
or just a two-bit amateur,

but I know you're lying.

Meeting adjourned.

Okay, all right,
you got us.

I am a thief, but we ain't
never worked together.

We met in the back of a
police car during a vice sting.

What, were you, like,
swept up chasing jailbait?

All right. Columbus, 2006.
I didn't know.

It's not part of my life
I want to brag about.

So you're a degenerate.

My money still spends.

Bye-bye, Griffin.

I'll bite.
Tell me about your job.

Client came to me.

Hacking job.
Too juicy to pass up.

They want these
financial records

off this
world wide website.

A little out of my league.

Life plans
don't come cheap.

10 grand up front.

$5,000 after,
when I get the file, sweetheart.

Make it another $10,000.

Stay by the phone.
This won't take long.

She's on the move.

Red hair, gray top,
black pants.

Don't get too close.

We've got it covered,
Michael.

Is that her?

Mm-hmm.

That's the first real redhead
I've seen

since I left Ireland.

Vehicle countersurveillance
is very difficult

if you're trying to be
inconspicuous.

If you're willing to be
a little more obvious,

on the other hand,
it gets a lot easier.

You can drive in circles,

go the wrong direction
on a one-way street,

or just stop
in the middle of the road.

Looks like somebody fell asleep
at the wheel.

Keep driving.
She's right there!

She's checking to see
if she has a tail.

If we stick around,
she'll know.

Don't yell at me.

Eve just pulled a stop-and-see.
The girl's tricky.

We're not tailing her anywhere.
Is there a plan "B"?

We're gonna have to
track her digitally

after she hacks the file.

Well, it's lovely that you're
staying so positive, Michael,

but wouldn't that take
government-level resources?

Then I'll have to talk

to someone who has
government-level resources.

I just need to find out
where this hacker is located.

I got it.
But if she's any good,

she's gonna be bouncing
her signal all over the globe.

I'd have to rope in
half a dozen of N.S.A.'s finest

to track her down.
It's worth it.

She's gonna hurt
a lot of innocent people.

Yeah?
I'm innocent people.

If I get busted
using N.S.A. resources

to help a burned spy
with an unapproved mission,

they'll ship me off
to Siberia,

and my wife
hates the snow.

Max, we're talking
about teachers.

Teachers, Max.
Teachers.

Okay, you're gonna lay it on,
aren't you?

Okay,
I'll think about it.

Now, would you focus
on the task at hand?

I don't want this thing
blowing up in my face.

We're sabotaging an A.C. system.
We're not defusing a bomb.

Yeah, well, I've noticed that things have
a tendency to blow up when you're around.

Even the most
security-conscious firms

rarely check their A.C. units
for tampering.

Access the ventilation system,
and with the right hardware,

you can spoil
an enemy's food supply,

sweat out
entrenched combatants,

or just warm an office enough

to make intruders invisible
to heat sensors.

Give it a try.

So long, Jack Frost.

Noon tomorrow,
gonna be a furnace in there.

I'll make sure I wear
something that breathes.

So,
are you done thinking?

Here's the deal.

When the N.S.A. gives me
an address on this hacker lady,

Michael Westen,

soon-to-be-reinstated
agent of the CIA,

goes nowhere
near said address.

Don't worry about it.
I got friends for that.

Huh. I thought
hackers lived in caves.

Well, good news
is Eve is not home.

But the security system for this
complex is pretty top-notch.

I mean, the whole setup
is hardwired.

So nobody's getting in there
without tripping an alarm.

All right, well, let's swing by my
office and pick up some gadgets.

We don't have time
to drive across town.

Okay, well,
if you can't get in clean,

just give the cops something else
to look into while you break in.

That sounds good.
How you gonna do it?

Me? Uh, I'm not
even supposed to be here.

- Why do I get the hard job?
- It was your idea.

Do Porsches
come with tire irons?

One way to break into
a secure building

is to commit a decoy crime
first.

Create an obvious situation

that explains
why an alarm was tripped,

and people won't discover
the real reason you stopped by.

I don't see any computers.

Okay, Fi,
the boys in blue are here.

You two got to get the server
and get out.

It's not here.

Then grab what you can
and go.

When you don't have time
for a thorough search,

the next best option is to take
what you can on your way out.

Wait a minute. Bingo.
Here we go.

But if you don't want anyone
to know you were there,

you're limited
to things they won't miss.

Take these.

Open your purse.
We're gonna take this with us.

Like trash.

Okay, let's go.

People tend to think
shredding documents

is the same
as destroying them.

Actually, it's more like
taking the pieces

from a hundred different Jigsaw
puzzles and mixing them up.

Putting them back together

is just a matter of time
and perseverance

or having access
to the right software.

Not too shabby, huh?

I pieced together
a take-out receipt,

some junk mail,
and a partial phone bill.

Yay. Now we know Eve likes
the moo shu chicken at Yee's

and she's on the
500 minutes-a-month plan.

Uh, we know a little more
than that, Spiky.

I used a connection
at work

to pull her text messages
from her phone.

She's been I.M.'ing some guy named
Dean Myers like he's a new B.F.F.

Dean Myers, as it turns out,
runs a syndicate out of Atlanta.

Not a guy you'd normally find
on your friends-and-family plan.

Check this one.

"The cake will be ready
for the bake sale by Sunday."

Something tells me she's not talking
about raspberry cheesecake.

Oh!

She's almost done cracking
my server.

We'll get it off her hands
before she can sell it.

How? You said
Eve was untrackable.

Who said anything
about tracking?

She's gonna walk Mike
right to it.

He's meeting Eve to pay
for the file she hacked,

and then she's gonna hire her
to decrypt it.

The chances are she'll use the same
network she's got working on your server.

Genius.
You see, bro?

Told you
they're rock stars.

Hey, uh,
you need your bills paid?

Ah.

Clever girl.

I guess good looks aren't
the only thing God gave you.

Shut it, creeper.

20 grand buys you a hacked file,
not a hand job.

How about a smile?

Guess not.

Surely 50 grand
will thaw the ice queen.

$50,000? For what?

This file ain't
gonna decrypt itself.

Decrypt
is a six-figure word.

100 g's it is.

I like a girl
who knows her worth.

There's
just one condition.

I need to be there
when it happens.

No, uh, I need to watch you
"Run the decryption,

crack the code,
and forge the system."

You mean
purge the system.

Yeah, if that means erase,
then yeah, I do.

Fine.
Start next week.

These aren't exactly
patient men.

Would another $50,000 put me
at the top of your to-do list?

Maybe, but I don't make
a single keystroke

until all the money's
in an escrow account.

Yeah, I'll call you
when it's there.

And, Eve, I'm really looking
forward to that first stroke!

Perv.

Fi, plan's in motion.

Let's go to work.

Wow.

I love the patchwork
curtains, Fi.

I got to tell you,

I am totally digging this
new vibe you got going here.

How's Mikey taking it?

He's getting used to it.
Change is a process.

Yeah. Well, you know
what else is a process.

Putting an imaginary
$150,000

into an escrow account
in under two hours.

But, uh, that's what you
asked for, my Celtic princess.

And these
magical fingers, they delivered.

So, what are you making?
A remote-detonated incendiary bomb

with a thermite core.

Mmm, love it
when you talk dirty.

Um, I'm sorry. How does a bomb
get my server back?

Well, getting it back
is the goal,

but Eve's been cracking
that server for two days.

We need to make sure there's
nothing left in her system.

Okay, but is all this stuff
really necessary?

She knows what she's doing, man.
Show some gratitude.

I'm being grateful.

I just want to make sure
innocent people don't get hurt,

a concept I'm not at all
surprised you find confusing.

- Boys...
- The only thing that I find confusing

is that you keep questioning
my friends.

- They know what they're doing. Trust me.
- I'm working here.

You know what I can count on
when you say, "trust me"?

Something bad happening.

Ow!
Ow!

Now, if I make one mistake

inserting this blasting cap,
we all die a fiery death.

So shut up and let me work.

Getting me in trouble,
man.

I can't tell you
how glad I am

you two were able to
get out here on a Saturday.

'Cause if I don't get this
sweat lodge fixed by tomorrow,

they're giving me
the boot.

Well, you're
in good hands, sir.

If hell
does ever freeze over,

it'll be because the devil
called us to fix his A.C.

Could take a while,
though.

So, uh,
we got this covered

if you want to enjoy
the rest of your weekend.

No, I think it'd be best
if I stuck around, actually.

We got a pretty strict
security policy here.

When in the field, it's the
little things that kill you --

a getaway car that won't start,
a jammed gun that won't fire,

or a maintenance man
who won't leave.

Do you smell that?

When setbacks happen, you improvise.
What?

Wait.
You don't think...

Guys,
is everything okay?

No, everything
is not okay.

We got
a trioxylene leak here.

Trioxylene?
W-what's that?

It's a silent killer created
when natural gas

mixes with the freon
from the A.C. unit.

We gonna be okay?

Jean, I need you to get
to the gas shut-off valve

and turn it off
while we seal these vents.

Can you do that?
Can you do that, Jean?!

Trioxylene gas?

I once convinced
a Turkish diplomat

his house was filled
with methylchloridium.

It's hot enough in there to hide
us from the thermal sensors.

I hope so,
or we're gonna have

an international incident
on our hands.

I guess we're good.

Wow.

Talk about cocky.

Stolen computer
filled with trade secrets,

and the Frenchies
leave it out in the open.

Okay.

Now we wait.

Hey, how's your
little hacker hunt going?

I'm wrapping it up
after this.

Don't worry,
I won't be making a habit

of asking for these kind of favors.
No, no, no, no.

Ask away.

I mean, the answer
might not always be yes, but...

I'm happy to help.

Whenever I can.

All right,
let's get the A.C. back on

before the maintenance man
has a nervous breakdown.

There it goes.

It's important
to keep your guard up

at the end of an operation.

Once you've found your target,

won their trust,
and made a deal,

it's natural
to want to relax a bit.

Hop in.

Keep your hands
to yourself.

But the fact is, that's exactly
the time to be most careful.

When money's on the line
and things go wrong,

they tend to go very,
very wrong.

Aah!

What -- what did --

laced a needle
with ketamine.

I've heard it works fast,
but wow.

Uh...Uh...

Shut up.
You're pathetic.

I dug into that escrow account
you set up. It was a fake.

You picked the wrong bitch
to cross.

Look who's up.

I've been thinking
about that escrow account.

Very well done.

Since we both know

something like that's
out of your league...

Oh!

...Have to wonder...

...Who are you
working for?

When someone's
in a killing mood,

it doesn't help appealing
to their sympathy.

You're better off
taking their rage

and redirecting it
at someone else.

Dean Myers! Dean Myers!

What the hell
did you just say?

I said...

Dean Myers.

That's insane.

Come on, sweetie.
We both know he's your buyer.

I've worked with Dean
for years.

He told me to steal
a server

before he landed
from Atlanta.

You weren't supposed to know
he was behind it.

Son of a bitch!

Well,
I guess you failed.

Know what that means?

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait!

You wouldn't --
I'm just an employee!

You wouldn't shoot a gardener,
would you?

If you want to hurt someone,
hurt him.

I can help you.

How?

Rob him.
Use my crew.

Your crew?

We can set a trap.

You say the word,

and we'll steal
his money and the files.

You and me.

Correction.

I get the money.

I get the files.

You get your life.

Unless something
goes bad.

Then you get a bullet
in your head.

He should have called
by now.

You think
something went wrong?

I know
something went wrong.

Look who's here.

This seat taken?
No?

Thank you.

Chuck Finley,
I presume.

Have we met?

No, but Baxter told me
all about you -- all of you --

so let's not pretend
like you don't know who I am.

What'd you do with him?

Oh, sweetie.

He didn't mention
you were his girlfriend.

He's a total pervo,
by the way.

So, uh...
Where is he?

He's taking
a ketamine nap.

We made a deal.

I agreed to let him live.
He agreed to work for me.

Which means
you all work for me.

Pretty cool, huh?

You're still going to be robbing
somebody, but it won't be me.

We speak to Baxter first,

or you can go to hell...
Sweetie.

Be here tomorrow...

Eat a good breakfast,
and bring your "A" game.

If you screw this up,
Baxter won't be okay.

In fact, he won't be.

So, this is where the wicked witch
of the web does her thing, huh?

Nice view.

The second she lets down
her guard, we take her out.

Uh, Fi, that's a Glock 26
with a hair trigger.

We move now, Mike's going home
in a body bag.

So, what? We just take her word
that she's gonna let him go?

No, we play this thing out until
we get our chance, damn it.

You wanted to see Baxter --
feast your eyes.

No touching.

I hear
there's a change of plans.

Cheer up, guys. It's gonna be
like taking candy from a baby.

My buddy Dean is on his way.
He doesn't know we're here.

And he doesn't even know
we're gonna hit him.

Load the money and
the computers -- everything --

into baby doll's truck.

And then boom --
it's go time.

Okay, reunion's over.

We've got guests
to get ready for.

"Boom -- it's go time."

Am I crazy,
or does it sound

like Mike still wants us
to blow up the computers?

No, I think he just gave us a
way to get him out of this alive.

Man wants fireworks...
I'll give him fireworks.

When you operate in the field,

you expect your cover
to be tested.

To stay alive,

you keep your facts straight,
your lies simple,

and try not to come
face to face

with someone
you've never met...

Eve! Hello?!

...But are
already supposed to know.

Anybody here?!

Yeah, we're here.
But when that's unavoidable,

you stare the stranger in the eyes...
We're all here.

...And sell your relationship
with everything you've got.

She busted us, Deano.
Who's this guy?

That fake escrow account
you set up didn't work.

Fake escrow account?
Who the hell are you?!

After all the jobs I did,
all the money I made for you,

this is how you thank me?

You try to screw me?
Screw you --

Baxter told me everything.

You hired him
to steal the drive from me.

You're crazy!
I don't even know this Baxter!

Look, I got all your money
right here!

Oh, so you didn't know me
when you flew me

up to Atlanta
and offered me this gig?

You make it a habit
of depositing 20 g's

in the accounts
of total strangers,

or is it my lucky day?

Dean, this is a setup.

Not a good idea.

Allow me, gentlemen.

Get on the ground.

Whatever they told you,
they're lying.

Get on the ground.
All the way down. Let's go.

You had to get greedy.
It's a shame, really.

Put the server, the computers,
and the money in my Jeep now.

Eve, you're making
a big mistake.

God damn it, listen to me!
Enjoy your stay.

The ocean's
only a few steps away.

And there's nobody around
for miles,

so there won't be anyone
to bother you.

Oh.

But that means nobody
will be here to hear you scream.

You can't do this
to us.

Eve!

Eve!

We wait any longer,

she's gonna turn this
into a mass execution, man.

If we start shooting,
Mike catches the first bullet.

Toss the hand cannons in,
too.

Hold up.
I have one more.

Take these.
You three, over there.

Shut it.

Did I tell you?
My crew would deliver.

Yeah, good job, crew.
Now, zip-tie your hands.

That's it. Teamwork.

On your knees, please.

It's now or never, Fi.
We got to take our chances.

- Blow the bomb.
- He's too close. We do it now, he dies.

Well, it's nice
working with you, Evie.

Actually,
there's one more thing.

Remember that part about

me letting you live if
you helped me rip off my buyer?

I lied.
Easy, girl.

It's time for you to ride off
into the sunset, sweetheart.

You got the money,
you got the computers.

Fi, push the button.

Come on, Michael.
Few more steps.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You don't have to kill me.

I know. But I want to.

If you're gonna do it,
then not in the face, please.

Please not the face!
Not the face.

I don't want
a closed casket!

You remember the part

about me helping you get away
with the money and the drive?

I lied.

- What do you say we get the oysters?
- I'm allergic to shellfish.

Really? Still?

Still.

Hi, Fi.
Boys.

Your server.

Uh...

Wow.

Yeah, I would tell them

you had a small electrical fire
or something.

You know, be creative.

So, what happened to Eve?

Well, we blew up her Jeep,
hogtied her, called the police.

She'll have a lot
of explaining to do.

Thank you.
You guys saved my life.

Thank your brother.

He's bailed us out
more than once.

If it weren't for him,
we wouldn't be here to help you.

Ah.
Really?

Why do you act
so surprised?

I know it's hard to get
past the ridiculous hairstyle

and the multiple piercings
and the man-purse...

And the wrist cuffs.
Hey.

Fi loves the wrist cuffs.
Am I right, sweetie?

Barry, I'm saying nice things.
Don't make me shoot you.

Don't take family
for granted.

Thanks, Barry.
I mean it.

Fiona, I heard Michael's
distributor was on the Fritz.

This should work
with a '73 Charger.

I'm a bit of a car guy
myself.

I will put it
to good use.

Hey, Fi, have Mike thank
his CIA friends for me.

I have spent
my entire career

avoiding the reach
of the U.S. government,

and I can't believe
they saved this guy's butt.

You're just lucky he's working
with one of the good guys...

Who's actually a good guy.

I don't mind that.
Mnh-mnh.

Once the bullets have stopped
flying and the mission is over,

the least-glamorous part
of a spy's work begins --

the debriefings.

They're lengthy sessions
to analyze mission strategy

And discuss operational facts

that will go
into the field reports.

Not the most exciting way
to spend a Sunday afternoon,

unless something unexpected
happens to spice things up.

Max!

Max!

What happened?

What happened?
Did this to you?

Who did this to you?

My...

M-my w-wife's
gonna be pissed.

Say goodbye for me.
No.

Stay with me, Max.

No, no, no.

Max.

Max!

Fi, somebody shot Max.

The police are on the way,

and I think I'm holding
the murder weapon.

What? Who shot him?

I don't know,
but they fired blanks at me.

Why would someone shoot at you
with blanks?

I think they're framing me
for Max's murder.

How soon can you get here?

To secure a location,

police clear rooms one by one
from the ground up.

It's a thorough procedure
but slow.

It gives you the opportunity
to cover your tracks,

wipe down fingerprints,
pick up any shell casings,

and steal
the office access logs.

But it only leaves one option
for escaping.

So when your back's against the
wall and time is running out,

there's nothing like seeing
an old friend.

Rescue line launchers
are standard gear

for most Coast Guard,

mountain rescue,
and tactical-assault teams.

They use compressed air
to throw a line up to 400 feet.

Not the type of equipment
you use very often,

but when you need it,
you really need it.

Anyone who's ever
climbed rope in gym class

knows you can't just slide down

if you want any skin
on your hands

by the time
you get to the bottom.

Fi --

Not now.
Get to the car.

Why would anyone kill Max
and frame you for it?

- I don't know.
- You think it has something to do

with you asking him
to help you track Eve?

There's no way. Something
like that takes time to plan.

The guy you saw,
was there any --

It was too fast.
I missed him.

Well, we're not
gonna recover anything

from this key-card log.

I covered my tracks...

So I covered the tracks
of the killer.

Your only other option
was a murder charge.

It's not your fault.

Well, it's official.

Someone's
trying to frame you.

I found this
little parting gift

on the car
that you took to Max's office.

Brand-new box
missing 13 bullets.

Two that killed Max,
two I shot into the wall,

and I bet the rest
are in here.

Mike, did Max say anything
before he...

I mean,

anything that can help us
figure out who did this?

He said to say goodbye
to his wife.

Michael, we have to do
something about that gun.

Yeah, and we need to get an
alibi for you like right now.

Are you listening, brother?
We got to get in front of this.

I know.

I know.

Let's go to work.

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