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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.

In the intelligence community,
the enemy is less likely

to hide behind Kevlar
and camouflage

than offshore accounts
and blind trusts.

Once you pick up a bad guy's
money trail, though,

finding them is just a matter
of doing your homework.

If you can find
where they spend their cash,

you know where they are.

If you can find
where they got their cash,

you can figure out
where they came from.

Ravel Stigler -- unofficial
banker to cold-war leftovers,

including our mystery man,
Tavian Korzha.

So we know who Max's killer got
his money from. What now?

Yeah, "What now?"
is the problem.

Stigler's got
a nasty reputation,

runs with heavy security.

Talking to him's gonna be a lot
harder than finding him was.

And finding him
was very hard.

I'm being framed
for murder, Sam.

He may be my only link
to the real killer.

I'll take my chances.

Uh, yeah, Mike,
maybe not.

I mean, the CIA investigation
is getting pretty close.

I think your best bet
is to cozy up with Pearce

and see what she knows.

Sam's right.
We'll run point on Stigler.

We just need an approach.

Well, this might help.

I found some messages between
Tavian and his money lender.

It sounds like
Stigler thought

he was financing
an import business,

not a killing spree.

So Tavian lied to him.

You think that's enough
to bond with the guy?

It'll have to be.

Hey. Want a beer?

No, I prefer to be sober
when I'm risking my life.

Thanks.
Is Stigler here?

Private party
in the back.

He's got a lot
of friends here.

I'm thinking we got
about a minute of alone time

when this goes down.

Well,
we better talk fast, then.

Hey, bathroom's that way,
right?

Hello.

You break
into my place like this.

Are you insane,
or you want to die?

Uh, neither -- we just need
a minute of your time.

You have as long as it takes for
my men to break down that door

and shoot you in the head.

Well, then,
we'll get right to the point.

You loaned money to a man
named Tavian, correct?

Tavian --

in my country, this is
popular name, like "Bob."

We'll take that as a yes.

Do you know what he did
with that money?

He used it to kill
a CIA officer.

I am businessman.
This does not concern me.

No?
Maybe that does.

Lucien.

He is a friend.
What do you know of him?

We know he's dead.

You lie.

Check for yourself.

Tavian used the money
to buy an HK91.

Then he used that gun
to murder Lucien.

How do you know this?

I was there.

I'll ask around.

Hope for your sake
you're telling the truth.

Your life depends on it.

Trust me, buddy -- we got
a few lives riding on this one.

Burn Notice 5x11
Better Halves
Original Air Date on September 1, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Solving the murder
of a covert operative

is a little different than
most homicide investigations.

The pool of suspects
is smaller,

but so are the odds
that the killer got sloppy.

When leads are more precious
and motives more plentiful,

you have to look at the case
from every angle

because you never know
where you'll find the killer.

Agent Pearce,
how is it going?

The Romanian connection
looked so promising.

But so far, nothing.

Then take me
off the bench.

I'd like to,
but Langley was so impressed

with your work
in our last extraction,

they've made you
their go-to bad-guy grabber.

So where am I
heading to now?

Puerto la Cruz --

beach town
outside Caracas.

We intercepted
some Russian chatter.

Seems one of their assets is
taking a little vacation there

with his wife.

This asset have a name?

They refer to him only
as "Cheshire."

He creates the nasty bugs
used in germ warfare

for the eastern bloc.

Other than that,
we don't know much.

You want me
to bring him back

so you can get
to know him better?

His wife, too --
she might know something.

I'm an equal-opportunity
extractor.

Speaking of wives,

this job calls for a Brendan
and Christina Johnson.

It's a couples' resort.

I was supposed
to be Christina,

but I don't want to lose my head
of steam with Max's case.

So I got tickets for you
and Ms. Glenanne.

The agency approved Fi?

As you know, relations
with Venezuela are sensitive.

If things go wrong, it's easy
for the CIA to disavow --

"Burned spy
and his arms-dealer girlfriend

tried to get chummy
with a mad scientist."

Good to know
Langley has our backs.

Go. Have fun.

Bring me back a souvenir
or two...

...Preferably in cuffs!

I like a good extraction
as much as the next girl.

But when I asked
for quality time,

I didn't mean on a job.

Don't think of it
as a job --

think of it as
a romantic getaway, Fi.

A romantic getaway --

tracking
a biological-weapons engineer?

The resort
has a full-service spa

and a four-star restaurant
with chef...

Louis -- Louis...

As much as I would
enjoy a meal

that doesn't come
from a yogurt cup,

it's not about
fancy trips for me.

It's about...connecting.

I thought we were connecting
just fine last night.

You know
that's not what I mean.

I know, but sometimes it's
really hard to read your mind.

How is it, when you are dealing
with drug lords or mob bosses,

you know exactly
what to say and do,

but when it comes to me --

I'm trying, Fi.

I mean, I thought
this would be a good start.

It's not ideal,
but we'd be together.

And vacationing
on the CIA's dime

is not all that bad.

Look -- we've got
a discretionary fund.

I'll add a new dress
to my collection...

And some shoes.

Here you go, Consuelo.
It's all yours.

So, you think
Stigler's gonna show?

Well,
we crashed his party

and asked him to give up
one of his customers.

Whether it's to help us
or kill us, he'll show.

Oh, here we go.

Hey, fellas.
How's the thumb?

Checked with my guys.

It seems what you say
about Tavian is true.

Hey,
would I steer you wrong?

He comes Tuesday, 2:00.

He parks here in alley.

He comes in, takes money,

goes back to car,
and leaves --

in and out,
maybe a minute.

Long enough to grab him.

Tavian is
a dangerous man.

If you fail,
it will be bad.

You understand?

Believe me,
we understand.

Okay.

So, Mike and Fi
get to kick back

and sip mojitos
in the sun,

and we get to set a bear trap
for an international killer.

Sweet.

Working a cover
at a foreign resort

isn't about
keeping a low profile --

it's about having
as much access as possible.

Arrive in a nice car
and tip extravagantly,

and the service staff will open
all sorts of doors for you.

If you want to rub elbows
with the other guests,

select a cover that gives you
an excuse to be social

and a reason for the hotel to
upgrade you to a central room.

"Travel writer"
usually works fine.

We have a lovely suite
for you.

Please enjoy your stay.

Thank you.

It's a good idea to make use
of all the hotel's amenities.

A laptop
and some hacking software

can get you access
to the hotel's database...

And give you free pay-per-view
in the process.

How does the discretionary
fund look?

Expensive.

Four couples' check-in dates
match Cheshire's.

So one of these guys
is our germ maker.

Tonight's the perfect time
to check them out.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

No, no.

I downloaded their room numbers
onto my phone.

We're Mr. and Mrs. Jensen,
were we not?

Yeah. Oh.

Aren't you gonna get down
on bended knee?

We got work to do.

It's an ugly rock,
anyway.

Well,
I'll give you this --

this is the nicest place

you've ever taken me
for surveillance.

All of our Cheshires
are here.

From the looks of it,
so is the rest of the resort.

Thank God these heels
have arch support.

Shall we?

I thought
you'd never ask.

When gathering intelligence,

operatives often rely
on binoculars,

hidden cameras, and
electronic listening devices,

but sometimes all it takes
is a well-dressed date

and a decent sense of rhythm.

If you're light on your feet,

you can study a crowd
without standing out in it

and examine every angle of
a room with a simple spin.

The first step, of course,

is identifying
your surveillance targets --

locating them, assessing them,
and coming up with a strategy

for further
intelligence gathering.

The worst thing you can do
at this point is rush things.

Your goal is to blend in,
plan your moves,

and let the dance carry you
where you need to go.

Shall we tango?

Let's.

Can I lead?

Fine.
Just this once.

The simplest kind of
surveillance, of course,

is eavesdropping --
easy enough on the dance floor,

where getting close to people
is simply a matter

of knowing the right moves

and using them
at the right time.

He better make me first chair.
I've earned it.

Oh, he's the bad guy,
but just the lawyer kind.

More direct approaches
can work, as well.

Dancing alongside someone
for an evening

can give you a perfect excuse
to strike up a conversation

and find out
what you need to know.

You and your husband
make such a cute couple.

Oh,
we're not married -- yet.

They're not married.

You can even pull off
a covert weapons check,

if you're careful.

Under his jacket --
could be a gun.

Spin me.

Excuse me.

Smartphone.

Doesn't mean
he's not our guy.

It has to be
Serge and Karina.

They don't dance,

they've barely touched
their drinks,

and they keep eyeing
the door.

Well, unless Serge
is a child prodigy,

he's way too young
to be a bioweapons guy.

You have
a better prospect?

Hmm.
It's those two.

They're using a fake name.

Oh?
And how do you know that?

They're listed as
Kevin and Nicki Skylar,

but when the waiter
called him "Mr. Skylar,"

it took him a good two seconds
to react.

Well, maybe he was preoccupied.

You know men --
so easily distracted.

Hmm?

Yeah, one way to find out --
they're staying in room 441.

We should go
before they finish dinner.

We don't get to
finish our wine?

It's a Kosta Browne.

Work fast.
I'll keep watch.

An outlet is the ideal place
to plant a bug in a hotel.

Not only do they provide power,

but any audio picked up can be
transmitted through the wires

to any other outlet
in the building,

as long as you can manage
to hook into a live circuit

without electrocuting yourself.

Hurry, Michael.

The Skylars are calling it
an early night.

30 seconds.

More bad news --
we were both right.

Mr. Skylar is
the death merchant.

My couple -- bodyguards.

Let's go.

Not this way.
It's too late.

You know -- God.

As a spy,

improvising to get out
of tough situations

is just part of the job.

Sometimes that means
stealing a car

to get away from a gun battle.

We gonna have
any privacy ever?

They have to check
the room.

Other times, it means
destroying a $2,000 dress

to climb down safely
from a hotel balcony.

You do what you have to do
to survive,

but it doesn't mean you won't
upset someone in the process.

You always know how to show
a girl a good time, Michael.

Will you just--
Will you please

put away that bottle
and calm down, Nicki?

You're being irrational.

I don't even know
what you're saying.

I am saying that this trip
is so lame, I could scream!

Will you
keep your voice down?

Are you really gonna listen
to this all night?

There's trouble
in paradise.

I think you get the gist.

The more we know
about them,

the easier it will be
to get them

to the helipad
for the extraction, Fi.

You don't even
let me get a manicure!

I think we know plenty.

They're American...
traitors, married.

Apparently,
they hate each other.

Do you think
that I just wish

your Prada bags
into existence, Nicki?

I have to work for them.
Ugh!

What the hell
do you want from me?

I want to go on a vacation
where I don't have Russian goons

telling me where to go or
what time I have to go to bed!

I want a real life!

I guess selling
bioweapons secrets

wasn't quite the opportunity
they thought it would be.

It sounds like Nicki
is desperate

for some social contact

and a little taste
of the good life.

How would you feel about
making a new friend tomorrow?

Why not?

We have a lot in common.

We both have good taste
in handbags,

work-obsessed men.

At least I don't sell WMDs
to dictators.

I'm, uh...

I'm drawing a bath.

There's room for two.

I would love to,

but I have to type up
these notes.

Okay.

For a spy, making an approach
is about problem solving.

Whether it's a bad marriage
or an unsatisfying job,

you look for the problem,
the issue on the target's mind.

Can I get you something,
Mr. Jensen?

Yes,
I'm hitting the golf course,

but my wife would like
a little champagne and caviar.

It's our anniversary,

so make it the good stuff,
will you?

Of course, señor.

Once you know the problem,

it's just a matter of turning
yourself into the solution...

I'll just need
your signature.

...And arranging a meeting.

Champagne and beluga caviar.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.
I didn't order this.

From your husband.

I wish!

My husband isn't
that splurgy.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

I think that might
actually be mine.

I'm so sorry.

Here.

Yum.

About $1,000
worth of yum.

My husband and I only do this
about once a month,

so we try to
make it count.

You know,
my hubby is busy.

Why don't you join me?

Um...I shouldn't.

There are no shouldn'ts
on vacation.

Okay. Yeah, hit me.

Hitting.

Thank you.
I'm Christina.

Nicki.
Nice to meet you.

Mmm!

Where's your husband?

He is, uh, probably on the phone
somewhere, as usual.

Mine's the same way.

And actually, Brendan
is being a good boy today.

He's arranging
a helicopter ride for us.

Apparently, it's the best way
to see the rainforest.

Of course, he's only doing it
because I twisted his arm.

Here's to...
being the better half.

I'll drink to that.

There he is.
Kevin!

This is Christina.

Yeah, we met at the pool.

Oh, nice to meet you.

- Champagne?
- No, thank you.

That's my husband --
a buzzkill.

I take it this isn't
your first bottle, Nicki.

Christina,
making new friends?

Mm.
Honey, this is Nicki.

- Oh, and you must be Brendan.
- Yes.

You never said
how handsome he is.

- Brendan.
- Kevin.

Darling, did you book
the helicopter tour?

I tried to get
something cozy,

but all they had was a six-seater.
- Oh.

That seems like
such a waste.

I know.
Why don't you join us?

There's plenty of room,
and we would love the company.

That would be so fun.

Oh, that's incredibly generous,
but, uh, we can't.

I'm sorry.

Seriously, Kevin...

Look, don't decide now.

Let's all grab dinner
and discuss it then.

What do you say?

We'll think about it.

Ohh, well, hopefully,
we'll see you later.

I don't think
they're going for it.

They're going for it.
I know what she's thinking.

I know that look
she gave him.

I'm not so sure --
Christina! We're in.

Since you guys
got the helicopter tour,

dinner's on us.

See you at 7:00!

7:00.

Told ya.

According to my napkin,
Tavian should pull up...

right, like, here-ish.

Then he goes into the back
of the bar,

gets the money,
comes back out here,

goes this way.
- Yeah.

I think we can stop him right
around that ketchup stain.

You talking about that grate
right there?

I'm talking about that grate
right there.

All right, cool.

I got everything we need
in the back of Fi's car.

Yeah, about that --
are you sure

that Fi is cool with us
borrowing her wheels?

Well, she's gonna have to be.
The Porsche is getting a tune-up.

Okay, let's do it.

Pinning down a moving target

is all about preparation
and timing.

If your target will be driving,

the first task
is to stop the vehicle.

If you have room, a bigger
vehicle will do the trick.

But if space is tight,
you have to improvise.

Finally, if you know where
the target vehicle is headed,

a directional blast

that can launch a projectile
into the engine of a car

at high speed will stop it
in its tracks.

You just have to find a place
to plant it and wait.

That ought to do it.

Let's go eat.
Dinner's on me.

Yeah.

Stunning views,
booze on board.

You're gonna love
this chopper ride.

What's wrong, Nicki?

You've barely touched
your moose.

I didn't want to ruin
our meal.

It's just that...
my husband

said that we can't go
on the tour.

What? Why?

Ask him.

Um, I'm afraid
we don't have time.

Of course you have time.
It's just a day ride.

I said I don't have time.

Kevin,
you're being rude.

Sorry, I just have work.

My bosses need us to be home
tomorrow night.

As a spy, you're trained
never to pitch assets

in situations
you don't control.

Still, you can't always
avoid it.

If it's a choice between that

or losing
the asset altogether,

sometimes you have to grit
your teeth and roll the dice.

Let's stop with the charade,
Kevin.

You and I
have a lot in common.

We both work hard,
we both love our wives,

and we're not
who we claim to be.

- Excuse me?
- Hear him out...

And smile and nod
as you do,

or we're all gonna get shot
by your bodyguards.

I'm a broker of sorts,

for people with skills to sell,
like you.

I-I-I don't know
what you're saying.

Of course you do.

Kev, I can guess how it all
went down, actually.

It's always the same drill --

you were at some
pharma conference...

Probably talking
about diet drugs

or cholesterol pills.

...Wasting that brain
of yours,

and then someone made you
a better offer.

Promised you the world.

And then that promise didn't
really pan out, now, did it?

How did you know that?

Nicki.
What?!

The Russians are all talk.

If you're gonna sell out,
you do it to the highest bidder.

I can double
what you make right now,

and I won't insult you
by pushing a babysitter on you.

Looks like those babysitters
are getting suspicious.

Brendan...

I can give you everything
you want,

but you have to decide
right now --

do you want to go back
to the gulag

with your millions
that you'll never spend or...

Or would you like
to come with us

to our private helicopter,
champagne on ice?

Sweetheart...

Say yes.

You have five seconds.
Kevin, please?

Fine. I'm in.

Laugh, now,
as loud as you can.

Now you see why I make him
tell all his stories

in his inside voice.
Inside voice!

You are so bad!

To new friends.

New friends.

Kevin, you don't like
your champagne?

I don't want champagne --

I don't even want to be
in this pool.

That's hilarious.

Remember, we're supposed
to keep up appearances.

Appearances, I know --
you keep saying that.

What you didn't say

was how any of this
was actually going to work.

Well, first, stay calm,
sip your bubbly,

just relaxing
with friends.

Please. Relax?

He forgot the meaning
of that word

when he started working
for the Russians.

Our chopper arrives at 4:00.

We'll all meet
at the helipad

as soon as we ditch
your babysitters.

That's your plan --
ditch them?

We can't ditch them.

They never let us
leave their sight.

Not to mention --

they're always carrying a gun
at all times.

I mean, if we try to run,
they're gonna shoot us.

We won't give them
the chance.

Kevin, you and I are
going to the steam room

for a little 'R' and 'R.'

Serge won't be able to wear
his Kevlar vest

or his machine pistol on him
under his towel.

And we have lunch at a très chic
restaurant across town.

We have reservations
on the patio.

Karina will be stuck
at the bar,

which gives us enough room
to slip away.

Are you sure?

Those guys
are seriously scary.

Trust me -- we'll have everything
we need to take care of them.

And once we lose them
and get to the cars,

we'll have plenty
of firepower.

I don't know. This seems like
an awfully big risk.

With an even bigger reward
at the end of it.

Just think of the life
you'll have.

Anything is better
than this life.

The scary part
is almost over.

And soon,
we'll all be filthy rich.

We should get dressed
for lunch.

I'll see you later,
darling.

Mm-hmm.

- Be careful.
- I'll miss you, too.

So, who do you think's
having more fun right now --

Mike and Fi in paradise,
waiting for mojito refills,

or you and me
in a back alley,

waiting for
a Romanian assassin?

I'd be having a lot more fun
if Tavian would show up already.

Should have been here
a half-hour ago -- it's hot.

Do you think Stigler
might have tipped him off?

I don't know.
I'll go ask him.

Do you mind
watching my back,

just in case Tavian's
fashionably late?

As long as you bring me a beer
on the way back out.

Oh, damn it.

Sam, we got a problem.
Stigler's dead.

Hands up.
Phone off -- now.

Sam, can you hear me?

Sam.

Nice place.

You bring all your kills here,
or is this our special spot?

If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead already.

I want a meeting
with Michael Westen.

You're gonna arrange it.

You want to meet with Mike?

You killed his buddy
and framed him for murder.

I don't think he's really eager
to grab a latte with you.

You can tell him
about the meeting,

or I can send him
a written invitation,

pinned to your corpse.

Let's go with option "A."

Tell Michael
I want a truce,

and I have answers.

Yeah? To what?

The questions he doesn't even
know to ask.

I'm sure Mike
would be very intrigued,

but he's a little busy
right now.

Tell him to clear
his calendar.

Tomorrow, 6:00 p.m.,
Brickell Key Park.

I won't wait.

People tend to overestimate
the value of weapons.

Choosing the time and place
of a fight

is often more important than
having a lot of firepower.

It doesn't matter
if all you've got

is some spa rocks
and a wet towel.

If you can surprise an unarmed
opponent on favorable ground,

that can be all you need.

Kevin, sit down.
You're supposed to relax.

You know what?
I'll be relaxed

when we're in the air

and this dump is just a speck
on the horizon.

We're almost there.

All you have to do is
soak in the healing mist

and distract Serge
when he shows up.

And then -- then, once you get
your, uh -- your opening,

I can --
I can go, right?

You go back to the locker room.
You wait there.

Just kill some time.

Fantasize about how much money
you're gonna make.

About that --

I have been working
on this new neurotoxin

like nothing
you have ever seen.

I am talking
total organ failure.

They drop like
that.

Russians weren't interested,
but North Koreans might be.

We'll shop it around.

You'll get
what you deserve.

You should have waited for me

before coming in here.

Do I need to, uh, have you
escort me to the bathroom, too?

I'm fine, Serge.

Where is your friend?

How the hell
should I know?

Maybe he's getting
a massage.

Serge.

Sleep tight, Serge.

Well, it seems the boys
had a cleansing sweat --

rid themselves
of unwanted company.

Well, then, I guess
that means it's our turn.

Exactly.

I picked the key to the patio
door off the bar manager.

So, I'm gonna get up,
lock the door,

and then we'll start making
our way out of here.

Oh.

Well, do you really think
a locked door is gonna stop her?

No, but it'll buy us enough time
to get to the car.

I think I'm gonna need
a glass of wine --

maybe a bottle.

All you need
is to stay calm.

This only works if Karina
has no idea what's going on.

Okay.
Yeah, I can do that.

- Hey, Nicki.
- Yeah?

Keep staring at Karina
like a scared little bunny,

you're gonna tip her off.

Just...take in the view.

Read the menu.
Focus on anything but her, okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna go
to the buffet now.

Okay.

Oh!

What did I tell you
about those bunny eyes?

- Come on.
- Sorry.

Come on, up and over,
in the drink, honey!

We've got to get
to the car.

Aah! Geez!

Aah!

Call for help!

My phone is at the bottom
of the bay. We're on our own.

We're gonna have to make
a run for it.

Okay, well, the car
is way too far from here.

Well, then, we'll arrange for
another mode of transportation.

Keep your head down.
Follow me.

Um, I don't ride.

Yeah, but you know how
to be clingy.

- Come on.
- I'm trying. I can't see!

As tactical vehicles,

motorcycles have advantages
and disadvantages.

Their off-the-line acceleration

leaves most four-wheel vehicles
in their dust.

But as a vehicle for bursting
through a roadblock,

you can't do much worse.

What are you doing?
Why are we stopping?

Your babysitter must have called
all her Russian friends.

We'll never make it
past that roadblock.

Well, can we go back out
to the main road?

Karina will have
that covered.

Okay, so let's hide.
Let's go into the woods.

They'll comb every inch
of those trees.

It's not a question
of if they get us --

it's a question of when.

We have to stay and fight.

I dig the girl power,
but, uh, Karina --

she brought her friends --
we're outnumbered.

- They're totally gonna kill us.
- Probably...

But I'm not a big fan
of going quietly.

Where's our chopper?

It'll be here
in five minutes.

Five minutes...
and we are home free.

Our wives should have
been here by now.

Their route was shorter
than ours.

They're not answering.
Something's wrong.

Maybe they hit traffic.

If Karina was tipped off,

she would have called in
reinforcements

and cut off the roads.

It's right out of
the FSB playbook.

We're going back for them.

Are you insane?

No, you said yourself

our chopper's gonna be here
in five minutes.

It's time
to cut our losses.

Our losses?

I can see why your wife
finds you so charming.

Help me clean off
these bullets.

At least we'll stand
a fighting chance.

He had a medical degree.

What girl goes wrong
marrying a doctor?

If I had known what I was
signing up for,

I would never have accepted
this damn ring.

You know what I mean?

Not really.
Mine's a fake.

Really?

They're here.

Keep those coming.
Get down.

Two down, one to go.

Here.
That's our last bullet.

She's coming.
Get back.

Aww.
Gun problems?

Michael.
How'd you find me?

I know you.

You'd want to go down
guns blazing.

Nice place
for a last stand.

It's not over.

Karina sent for backup --
12:00.

And at 6:00.

Shall we?

I thought
you'd never ask.

I'm out.

Get over here, Nicki.

Reloading.

Ready? Move!

What's, uh --
what's with the commandos?

Get in the chopper.

Yeah,
I'm not going anywhere

until I know exactly
where that thing is going.

Virginia, CIA headquarters
in Langley --

maybe a quick stop
in the Caribbean.

Guantánamo's lovely
this time of year.

Oh, my God.

It's okay.
They'll cut a deal with you.

And later, you can pawn
that ring and start anew.

What about me, huh?

I'm not gonna get a deal.

You think
I'm getting on that thing?

There is no way --
no way!

Stand down.

Fine.
You want to stay here?

Good luck
with your Russian friends.

After your daring escape,
don't expect a warm reception.

Okay, you know what?
I know my rights.

You will never get a word
out of me!

Yeah? Well, they're gonna get
plenty out of me!

Thank you, Michael.

For what?

Quality time.

Appreciate it.
Thank you.

Tavian said 6:00 p.m., right?
Any word?

No. Haven't heard
from Mike, either.

He must still be
flying back.

I can't believe he's gonna be
late to his own showdown.

Well, my buddies
in Homeland Security

just bought us some time.

They came through, man --
by land, by sea, and by air.

Yeah, you must have called in
a lot of favors.

Uh, yeah, that,
and I kind of told them

I was tracking
a smuggled weapon

that may or may not be leaking
radioactive material.

Oh! You went nuclear
on them?

Yeah, I figured it wasn't time
to pull punches.

It should buy us
at least four hours.

Well, let's hope
Mikey gets here quick.

Yeah, if Tavian
hasn't stood him up.

Hey, speak of the Tavian,
I'll make sure he's here.

Yeah?

I thought we had
an agreement.

Where is Michael Westen?

Well, he's at Brickell Key Park,
just like you wanted.

He's not there.
You're lying.

What? Me lie?
No, he's there.

Check again.
It's a big place.

Maybe you haven't looked
hard enough.

I'm on Brickell Key,
staring at the meeting point.

No Michael.

Well, I guess he just
must be running late.

You know,
I'm not a patient man.

This is a one-time offer.
We're done.

Yeah, uh,
before you skedaddle,

you might want to take a look
at the water.

You see those
police patrol boats?

They're not letting any boats
in or out

for the next two
or three hours.

We've also locked down
the airspace.

Oh, and in case you were
planning a road trip,

I wouldn't exactly
pack your bags.

You'll get
your meet with Mike,

but you're gonna
have to wait.

Well, we got the tiger
by the tail.

Yeah,
I just hope it doesn't

rip Mike's head off
when he gets here.

You know,
I've been thinking --

the world is
a dangerous place.

I bet there are lots
of wanted types

laying low in Spain,
Italy, France.

Are you volunteering
for more extraction jobs?

Paris is lovely
in the spring.

I guess I won't be
needing this anymore.

Let me.

Mr. Jensen, it was nice
being married to you.

You too, Mrs. Jensen.

Maybe I'll hang
onto this --

never know
when I'll need it...

For another job.

Well, next time
I'm your wife,

I prefer
an Asscher-cut diamond.

Good to know.

Well, I guess
the honeymoon's over.

I'm, uh -- I'm gonna go
to the tailor.

Maybe he can turn my ripped gown
into a mini-dress.

I'm gonna check in
with Sam and Jesse

about the Tavian
situation.

Happy hunting.

Maybe later,
when you're done,

we could do
a little reconnecting.

Agent Pearce.

Make yourself at home.

Sorry.
I let myself in,

but I've got something
that couldn't wait.

I think I have a break
in Max's murder case.

Since you've worked so hard
on this,

I thought you should be
the first to know.

You made it through
all the files I gave you?

Not yet.

Remember a few weeks ago,

I said we couldn't find anything
on the traffic cams?

Our killer was smart enough
to avoid all of them,

which means,
at some point,

he'd have to turn down...
here.

Now, 3rd Street
has a law firm

with security cameras
on the entrance

and lots of glass walls,

which means you can see
the passing cars.

I pulled the footage
from after Max was shot --

image wasn't great,
but NSA helped me clean it up.

Check it out.

I can explain.

The man who killed Max...

It was you.

You lied to me.
You were there.

You killed him!

No, Pearce. No.

I was framed,

and I knew I would go down
for this

if I didn't find the guy
who did it!

Now, I couldn't trust you
back then.

Listen to me.

I found him.

Stop lying.

He's Romanian.
His name is Tavian.

Sam and Jesse are tracking him
right now.

Just let me make one
phone call --

Don't even think
about it.

You are making a mistake!

My mistake
was trusting you.

Let's go -- now!

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