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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

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

[ Knocking ]
[ Man ]
Open up. Police.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether you're dealing with the
presidential guard in Belarus,

the Federal Security Service
in Russia...

or the local police in Miami,
the drill is pretty much
the same.

Keep your place clean
of damning evidence,

keep your alibis
and your whereabouts straight...

and always be ready
for surprise visits.

Nate, what are you doin' here?

Just giving you a little taste
of what I woke up to
this morning, Bro.

I was, uh, dragged
out of bed by someone
very interested in you.

Mr. Westen,
you mind if I come in?

By all means.

You know, if these visits
become a habit,

I'm gonna start thinking
you like me.
Hmm.

Oh, you remember
my partner, Detective Lopez.

I'm not sure you two
formally met.

I'm glad you're here.
I got a gift for you:
my daily activity log.

Mmm. We were just
dropping Nate off--

just a way to say thank you
for chatting to us
about his big brother--

and I thought it wouldn't hurt
to see if you were free today
to answer some questions.

I'm crazy busy.
I need to finish my yogurt,

then I was planning
on working out--

Well, until your calendar
clears up, just know,

I'm gonna make my way
through every friend, relative
and associate you have.

Let me save you some time.
My friends and family
don't know anything.

Sooner or later, someone will.

You want this to stop.

[ Door Closes ]
How long you been
in town?

'Bout six hours, five of which
were spent listening
to your girlfriend over there...

tell me that I'd fled
to Vegas to avoid
some unpaid parking tickets.

She was just trying
to soften you up,
get you to flip on me.

Yeah, and I figured that out
after she said...

it would go easier
if I flipped on my brother.

Jesus, Bro,
I didn't say anything,
all right?

But do you know
how hard it is
not to talk about...

- your extracurricular
activities?
- [ Sighs ]

All right. Drive me to Mom's.
My car is there. I need to get
to my meeting.

Meeting?
Limos, Bro.

I came back to talk
with investors about, uh,
expanding my company.

This is real, okay?

Things are finally
breaking my way.
Help me out?

[ Door Closes ]

So Nate didn't
give her anything.

If there's one thing
Nate Westen knows how to do,
it's avoid telling the truth.

Well, that's good news
for now.

But how long before Paxson
finds someone you know
that she can flip?

Like a gunrunner
named Seymour?

- A money launderer named Barry?
- Or a washed-up navy SEAL
named Sam?

Or how about an unstable,
jealous--

Guys. If Paxson's
going after everyone I know,

then I need
to get to know someone
she'll regret going after.

Not a bad idea. Make it look
like you're mixed up with
someone with a bit of clout,

maybe somebody
from the mayor's office.

I'm thinkin'
a financial relationship--

something that looks
very suspicious
but isn't actually illegal.

- Sounds fun.
- Thanks, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The lone spy who always
works solo is a myth.

The truth is, you don't
last long without keeping
a few friends around.

Because your enemies
will find you on their own.

- You wouldn't happen to know
where I can find a burned spy?
- Brennen.

That's my way
of saying thank you
for the last time I saw you.

Well, nice to see you too.

Although I thought
you'd still be running from
those angry South Americans.

You know, I would be,
but it seems that
a rival cartel...

got an anonymous shipment
of AK-47s and rocket launchers.

So those angry South Americans
were a little busy,

what with all the...
killin' and dyin'.

You financed a private war
so you could get back
to Miami? Why?

An exciting
business opportunity--
a limo company.

Actually, I--
I think you might know
the owner.

Nate.
You're Nate's investor.

Oh, not just me.
I have a partner.
Uh, Nate's with him now.

Doesn't Nate look happy,
closin' his little deal?
Course, he doesn't realize...

that his investor is actually
an enforcer from Sicily
called "the Butcher."

- Brought him over special
just for this.
- Brennen, if you--

Oh, oh, oh, Michael, no.
It's not up to me.

Whether Nate's meeting ends
in a bullet or a handshake
is entirely up to you.

See, you're gonna be running
some errands for me today.

Just think of me as, um,
your new boss.
[ Chuckles ]

Cell phone, keys, wallet
and your sunglasses.
I wanna see those pretty eyes.

- Let's go.
- You're certainly in a hurry.

Is this little job of yours
time sensitive?
[ Chuckles ]

Listen to you. Probing
for intel from the get-go.
You are a sly one, aren't you?

You could save me some time,
tell me what we're doin'.
Hmm. Uh, pass.

You're just a key, Michael.
Keys don't need to know what's
behind the doors they unlock.

Now, rules for the superspy:
I give orders, you obey.

You try to escape, Nate dies.

Fail to complete a task,
Nate dies. Refuse an order--

I get it.
But I'm not playing fetch
until I know Nate's okay.

Michael, we covered this.
The picture?

No, that could've been
taken hours ago.

Prove Nate's alive now
or your project ends here.

Or how about this?
You stop making demands
or your life ends here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Your first priority
when you're captured...

is to make it clear
that your cooperation
isn't free.

Your captor gets what he wants
if you get what you want.

Get in the car.
You're the one stopping me.

Prove to me
I'm not wasting my time.

In any healthy relationship,
there needs to be
some give-and-take.

- One word--
- And Nate dies.

- Not right away, of course.
- [ Beeping ]

My partner is a man
who really enjoys his work.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Yeah, it's me.
Put our friend on.

It's for you.

This is Nate.
[ Brennen ]
Nate Westen? Simon Davis.

Simon, my man.
Hey, you headin' over?
I've got a few errands to run,

but you can work out
the broad strokes
with my partner.

Be careful though, buddy.
He can be ruthless
once he starts to work you over.

Yeah. No, I'm, uh--
I'm looking forward
to the challenge.

Good, buddy.
I'll see you soon.
[ Nate ] All right.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Happy?
Now get in the damn car.

So, this is the house
where the Michael Westen
grew up, huh?

And now you're livin' here
with his mom?

I'm just crashing here
for a while. Okay?

I'm just helpin' out
with some home repairs.
It's not like that.

- You got here fast, Barry.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, my salon's
in the neighborhood, so--

Anyway, so Michael's
got a cop problem?

It's making life unpleasant
for all of us. We need a little
help to make it go away.

Okay. Well, tiny issue,
all right?

My life coach
has strongly suggested...

that I try and avoid
stressful situations.

Barry, we're not asking you
to storm the station.

Just open a joint
bank account with Mike...
and a mayor's aide.

[ Groans ] Great.
Why don't we just throw a judge
in there while we're at it?

Barry, we called you 'cause
this cop isn't just our problem.

She's interrogating
everybody in Mike's life.
You really want to find out...

what questions she has
for his dear old
money-laundering pal Barry?

Here's what you're gonna do.

Go here and tell Fabian
that I'm giving you
the portable skimmer.

Fabian?

I hired an intern.

Once your pretty little hands
swipe that card,

my pretty little hands
are gonna do
some financial magic.

Yeah. Uh, say, Barry--

- Fi.
- before you and your hands
get too busy,

I thought maybe you could
help me out with a little
home improvement project?

- So who's the guy
with the purse?
- [ Fiona ] That's Barry.

And what does he do?

He's Sam's financial consultant.
[ Sam Chattering ]

Now you gotta hold it up.
Hold it in position there.

And then I gotta put
this thing up--
You holdin' it now?

[ Engine Shuts Off ]
We're here.

- Where's here?
- You see that building?

There's a hardware key
in a desk in Office 237.

In about a half an hour,
it's gonna be in my pocket.

[ Exhales ]
This gets you past security.

Besides the guards,
should be nobody in the building
on a Sunday.

I hope you know more
about the building
than my jacket size.

Superspy, you got bigger things
to worry about than how pretty
you look in your coat.

The offices are wired
to the building's alarms.
You ready?

- How long do I have inside?
- [ Chuckles Quietly ]

- If you're not going to tell me
what we're doing here, I--
- Westen,

just eat what's on your plate.

One more thing.
While you're in there,

phone a friend, write an e-mail,
update your Facebook status.

I honestly don't care,
as long as you remember
what really matters here.

I don't get what I want,
and your brother dies.

[ Whispers ]
Now run along.

[ Beeps ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies
are trained to use whatever
resources are available.

In the hills of Afghanistan,
the best you can hope for
are rocks and some scrub brush.

In an office building,
you may have more options.

Technology that makes
communication easier...

also tends to make it
more vulnerable.

The Bluetooth on a cell phone,
for example,

is an easy way
to send information wirelessly
over short distances.

Use an antenna, and you can
get that same information
over longer distances.

If you don't have an antenna,
you can build your own.

A combination of metal washers
and a bent coat hanger connected
to a cylindrical chip can...

will allow you to capture
the signal.

A U.S.B. cable transmits
the stolen information
to a computer.

Add a few pencils for legs,
and you've got a cute little
improvised hacking device.

[ Rings ]

What?
Hey, uh, watch that window.
If anything goes wrong,

I'm gonna knock it out
and throw the hardware key
down to you.

Fine.
Just hurry up, Westen.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Computer Beeps ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Madeline ] What was that?
Oh, nothin'.
Just part of the process.

Barry, you're gonna have
to start bringing the second man
to this two-man job.

Sam, what?
You break it?

No, no, no. It's fine.
Very sturdy wood and, uh, glass.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah.
Sam.

Mike.
Yeah.
I don't have a lot of time.

Remember Brennen?
Yeah, the arms dealer.
Liked to strap bombs to kids.

Yeah, he's back, and he's
threatening to kill Nate...

unless I steal something
for him, some kind
of high-tech equipment.

Uh, hey, uh, why don't you
show Maddy our progress,
and I'll be right back.

Are you okay?
Is Nate okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Nate was 35 minutes ago,
and that's all I know.

What can I do?
I just hacked Brennen's cell.

I e-mailed you everything on it.

I need you to comb through
the addresses, text messages
and phone calls.

- You wanna know
what Brennen's after.
- I wanna know everything.

I wanna know who his buyer is,
where he's got Nate,

what brand of orange juice
he drinks in the morning.

I'm on it.
And you better hurry,
'cause I get the feeling...

Brennen's got
the Westen brothers fitted
for body bags.

[ Line Clicks, Beeps ]

[ Alarm Blaring In Distance ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Nothing sells innocence
like an injury.

People naturally sympathize
with someone who's bleeding.
[ Alarm Continues ]

If you're in a situation
where you really need
the benefit of the doubt,

it's worth a flesh wound.

[ Alarm Continues ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

What the hell did you do?
Oh, I-- I--

[ Slurring ]
I was movin' the rack,
and it fell into the window.

It just tipped over.
Yeah, I was--

Uh, the squeegee blade fell,
and I went to get it,
and then I hit it, and it fell.

- Are you tryin'
to pull something?
- No. Come on, man. I-I-I--

The blade came off,
and it fell.

[ Beeps ]
Rick, kill the alarm.
Did you go into that office?

No, I only do the hallways,
so I--
Come here.

Ow!
Oh!
What the hell is this?

I was picking up glass,
and I cut myself.

- Okay, what's your name?
- Johnny-- John Dixon,
and I do the windows,

and I'm gonna get a vacuum,
and I'm gonna clean this up.

Hey, you gonna stay right here.
Whenever there's an alarm,
we have to call the police.

- It's building procedure.
- You don't have to do that. No!

Listen, you don't have
to do that! It's simple glass.
It fell.

Wait, wait. Are you drunk?
[ Breathily ]
No.

Don't lie to me.
I can smell it on you.
No, no, wait.

- [ Beeping ]
- Just hold on, please?

This job is all I got.
And if I miss
a child support payment,

my ex is gonna take
the kids to Flagstaff
with her boyfriend.

So, I messed up,

and I am sorry.

But I'll make it right,
if you just...
let this one slide.

Look. You call somebody
to pick you up.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So?

[ Groans, Sighs ]

- What's next?
- [ Scoffs ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the adrenaline rush
of a high-stress situation,

you tend to miss details,
but it's the little things
that make all the difference.

Keep lookin' at me, you're
gonna have to buy me dinner.
SIG 226.

That's an impressive piece
of hardware.
Yeah. It is.

What's that tell you about me?
That I feel the need to appear
powerful and intimidating?

I see you're still
a sharp dresser. Is that Brioni?
[ Laughs ]

Come on. Now what is that
gonna tell you about me?

It's already
pretty well established
I like nice things.

And pretty things.
Who gave you the tiepin?

- Your wife?
- Married? Please.

And enough
with the digging.
You're boring me.

- Okay. Here's how
this is gonna work.
- [ Engine Shuts Off ]

The guy in that house
has a voice.

You have a voice recorder.
You're gonna put the two
together.

You wanna be
a little more specific?

Do you want
his favorite Bible verses?
Freestyle rap?

Full name and every number,
zero through nine.
Someone's making a voice key.

Ding, ding, Michael Westen.

His name's Jonathan Carver,
a man with the right clearance
at the right company...

and the only employee
who doesn't have a family,
a dog or an A.D.T. account.

Thanks for making it
easy on me.

Actually, I understand
he's a bit of a gun nut,

which means he's
less likely to call the cops
and more likely...

to just... shoot you.

So good luck
with that.
[ Sighs ]

You have a car repair kit?

[ Michael Narrating ]
A tire iron is great
if you need a new tire.

It's also great
if you need a new car.

Because a tire iron
can be used to break a window...

and pry open the steering column
to expose the ignition leads.

It's the ultimate
all-purpose tool.

[ Electricity Crackling ]
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, man, I am so sorry.

This cat ran
right in front of me.

Yeah, well, the cat
cost you two grand...
at least.

Look-Look
at this damage.
Oh, man.

I left my wallet in my jacket
at home, and my insurance card
is in my wallet.

Are you trying
to get out of this?
No, no, no, man.

I'll just call my insurance
company, and they'll totally
have all my-- my info.

And I left my cell phone
in my jacket.

Can I use--
You can use mine.

That's great. Thanks.
Do you have pen and paper?

Phone's
in there.
[ Whistles ]

You sure do buy
a lot of guns, Mister--

I don't buy guns.
I make them.

Uh, what's this one here?
A 357? You make this one?

It's a .45, and no.

Oh, what about this
little tiny one?

It's a Ruger.
Yeah, but what kind
of bullets does it use?

- I thought you wanted
to use the phone.
- Yeah.

Well, you're an engineer
of guns, huh?
Where'd you go, M.I.T.?

[ Quietly ] State.
I was at the U of M.

I graduated, 1.9 G.P.A.
What did you have,
like a 4.0?

Three something.
3.1? 3.2? 3.3?

3.9. What does it matter?
Hey, do you want me to get
the phone for you?
No, no.

Let me get your name first,
and then, uh--
before I call 'em?

Jonathan Carver.
What's that,
Mr. Carpenter?

- It's Carver, and it's 305--
- Three, zero, five?

- Yes, three, "O," five--
- You mean three, zero, five?

[ Slaps Table ]
Yes! Three, zero, five!

- Will you stop interrupting me?
- Sure. Thanks.

[ Scoffs ]

Okay, so what's that?
That is an international
transfer charge.

[ Rings ]
That means that Brennen's
moved money into--

- Hang on. Mike?
- Yeah, it's me.

- What's Brennen got you doin'?
- I just finished stealing...

a hardware key
with a agency routing code.

Okay. And, uh, now?

Now I'm hanging out
with a gun designer
named Jonathan Carver...

collecting numbers
for a voice key.

Well, sounds like
Brennen's after some
government-funded weapons.

How we doing
on the information
from Brennen's phone?

Uh, well, it could be better.
I mean, it's less
than a week old.

This weasel's pretty careful.
Deletes his text messages.
There's no contact list either.

- What about his call log?
- Call log.

So there we got a little bit
of good news. Brennen placed
a bunch of calls...

to Hampstead Bank and Trust.

He used his phone
to enter his PIN.
So Barry got into his account.

Yeah. Brennen's movin'
a lot of money,
mostly to...

other banks,
some numbered accounts...

and a company called...
Onyx International.

Barry's workin' on 'em.
Look for any rent
or mortgage payments.

If Brennen's got a place
in Miami, it's a good bet
Nate's there.

What are you tryin' to pull?

'Cause that sure as hell
ain't your insurance company.

[ Line Disconnects ]
Mike?

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the great things
about stealing information...

is that nobody knows it's gone.

Steal someone's purse,
and you're probably
in for a lot of screaming.

But steal someone's
credit card number, and
half the time they thank you.

How was your meal?

Let me take this for you.

I-I'm sorry.
I know you're not our waitress,
but my friend's in a hurry.

Can I give it to you?
Sure.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Fi, where you been?
- Skimming.

- I got debit card info from--
- Okay, I need you to meet me
right now.

- What? Why?
- We got a situation.

Mike's in trouble.
How soon can you meet me
at 115 Highland?

Be there in 10.

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ Horn Honks ]

[ Laughs ]

I don't know who you are,
what you think you're doing,
but you're done lying to me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Involving civilians
in operations...

is dangerous
but sometimes necessary.

I want two grand in cash,

- and your car stays right here
until I get it.
- Hang on.

When it has to happen, you do
what you can to keep the
civilian out of harm's way.

You know, this is your fault
just as much as it is mine.

That said,
you try a little harder
with some civilians than others.

And look at your car.
That car is eight inches
from the curb,

and it's supposed to only be
six inches from the curb.

What are you talkin' about?
Six inches?
Look at your car.

It's in the middle
of the street. Look at it!

And you're getting in my face?
It is supposed to only be
six inches from the curb!

Say it's eight inches
from the curb. Say it!

Get off-- Get off me, man!
I will. I'm gonna get off you
when you admit it.

Just admit it.
Your car is eight inches
from the curb. Say it.

Listen to me. I'll let you go if
you say the car is eight inches
from the curb. Just say it.

All right! All right!
It's eight inches, all right?
What?

It's eight inches from the curb,
you crazy son of a bitch!
Thank you.

[ Carver, On Recording ]
It's eight inches from the curb,
you crazy son of a bitch!

Quite the performance.
How'd we do?

- Great,
but we need to go... now.
- [ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

J.L.A. Industries?
You're forcing me to break
into a weapons manufacturer.

"Forcing" is
such an ugly word.

"Encouraging,"
"incentivizing"--

No, you're right.
Let's go with "forcing."
[ Laughs ]

Anyway, there's a box
in R & D Lab 422, gray,
about yea big.

[ Whispers ]
Go fetch.

- What's in the box?
- For our purposes,
it couldn't matter less.

If you want me to go in there,
it couldn't matter more.
Anything could be in that box.

I'm not handing over a nuke
to save one life,
even if it is my brother's.

Look, you want me to fetch,
you'll tell me what's in the box
and where it's headed.

I'm, uh, pretty sure I can
get you to go get it without
telling you a damn thing.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Yeah, what's up?
- Put him on.

Hey, Mr. Davis.
How's it goin'?

Heh-hey, Nate. Good, good.

Listen.
I had a question for you.

Are you one of those people
who agrees to see a job through
and then reneges?

No, of course not.
Is there a problem?

No, no. It's just, I--
I hate working
with people like that.

Makes me crazy.
It's just one of those things,
you know?

Makes we want to kill someone.
[ Laughing ]

Mr. Davis, trust me.
I wouldn't waste your time...
or mine.

Good. Good, because, uh,
I take my agreements
very seriously,

and I like working
with people who do the same.

Life is too short.
Yeah.

Life...
is too short.
[ Chuckles ]

Could you put
my partner on?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so what
do you want me to do?

Stay on the line. We're deciding
whether little brother lives
through the phone call.

Mr. Westen?

I love my brother, Brennen,

but there is only one thing
that gets me into that building.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The problem with blackmail...

is that it's
like a gun with only one bullet.

You can't waste that bullet
on every little problem.

And the closer you get
to your goal,

the harder it is
to pull the trigger.

- Keep him busy.
I'll call you later.
- Right.

[ Scoffs ]
Don't flatter yourself, Westen.
It's not a nuke.

It's a biometric lock
for advanced infantry weapons.

People will go on killing
each other in little wars
all around the globe...

whether or not you steal it.

The only difference
is how much money I make
while they do it.

Fine. I do this,
Nate is released unhurt,
and I never see you again.

Done. An hour from now,
I'm just a guy who sends you
mean-spirited Christmas cards.

- Okay, what am I looking at
in there?
- Two-man security team.

Unfortunately,
you can't go around 'em.
You gotta go through 'em.

Looks like I'm gonna need
that tire iron again.

I like where your head
is at, Westen.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you had to choose an ideal
environment for guerrilla war,

it would probably look a lot
like an urban parking structure.

[ Alarm Blaring,
Horn Honking ]
It's an easy place...

to create a distraction
and draw out opposing forces.

- Check that out, will you?
- [ Alarm, Horn Continue ]

A parking garage
is also a great place
to control visibility...

and give yourself an advantage.

[ Alarm, Horn
Continue ]
And once you do that,

you can find cover
and stage an effective ambush.

Don't struggle. Don't struggle.
I don't want to hurt you.
Hey, get off-- [ Grunting ]

[ Muffled Banging ]

[ Beeps ]
Hello?
[ Guard ]
Security. Can I help you?

Yeah, I work on the third floor,
and I'm trying to get to my car
in the garage. The power is out.

One of the guards went
in the electrical room,
but it's been a while.

It's still dark down here.
I'll be right there.

Thank you.

[ Engine Shuts Off ]
Yeah, just got here.

362 Burton Drive.
Uh-huh.

- Well, fingers crossed.
- [ Phone Beeps ]

Nate better be here.
Barry's run out
of addresses to check.

Second story, back door--
that's our way in.

Charlie. You in here?

Charlie, you in--
[ Yelps ]

[ Choking, Grunting ]

Yeah, that move only works
before you're in a choke hold.
Just relax.

Relax.
Go to sleep.
Night, night.

[ Body Thuds ]

Ladies first?

Someone's been shoppin'.
[ Man Chattering In Distance ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Man #2 Joins Chattering ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Turns Off ]

Nate was here, Fi.

We probably just missed him.
This beer is still cold.

[ Cell Phone
Ringing, Beeps ]
Yeah, Mike.

Sam, where are you?
We're at Brennen's.

Did you find Nate?
Bad news, Mike. Nate was here,
but he's gone now.

We're out of time,
Sam.
Look, this is not over.

I'll call Barry again.
We'll check for any addresses
we might have missed.

We're gonna find him.
Nate.

Don't bother, Sam.
I just did.

Doing deals over the phone
is so impersonal.
Seriously, it's not a problem.

You know, I feel
the same way. If we're
gonna be business partners,

we gotta get
to know each other.

You know what I mean?
We got to, uh, be, um--
Like brothers?

Is that what you
were thinking?
[ Laughing ]

What's he doing here?
You know, Nate,
I'll, uh--

[ Car Door Opens ]
I'll bet Michael's thinking
the same thing about you.

- What?
- You see,

it's always at the end,
when everything's
coming together,

that people start making
desperate moves.

Nate, you're here
to discourage
stupid decisions...

and to show that
I don't make idle threats.

- [ Nate Yelps ]
- [ Michael ] Nate!
- You're good right there.

My arm. My arm.

- Stay still. Stay still.
- Calm down. I used one of
those nifty frangible rounds--

a lot of soft tissue damage,
but doesn't usually kill.

- [ Michael ]
You didn't need to do that.
- Actually, I did.

It's called a countermove.

You just had to know
what was in the box,

so I just had to show you
who was in charge.

- Now, uh, assuming
you can read a map--
- [ Shudders ]

just follow that red line
right to my new beach house.

Hardware key gets you
in the R & D area.

Carver's voice recognition
gets you into the lab.

I cut it together while you were
playing with the guards.
He needs to get to a hospital.

You nicked an artery.
His needs will be met
just as soon as mine are.

I promise.

Oh, and, Westen, don't dawdle,
otherwise I'm switching to lead.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Lock Clicks ]

[ Beeps ]
[ Carver, On Recording ]
Jonathan Carver.

Seven-- one--
three-- four-- eight.

[ Beeps ]
[ Lock Clicks ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]
[ Line Rings ]

[ Rings, Beeps ]
Mike, what happened?

Brennen brought Nate here
and shot him.

Shot him?
Jesus, is he--

No, he's hurt bad.
It was just Brennen's version
of a pep talk.

If we don't find something to
use against Brennen, I'm gonna
have to give him what he wants.

You give Brennen what he wants,
chances are he'll kill you both.

I'm running out of options, Sam.
Is there anything
that we missed?

Nothin' good. You know, uh, most
of Brennen's bank records point
to some North African buyer,

so, you know,
unless you're planning
a trip to Cairo--

What else?
Uh, a few L.L.C.'s,
haven't been touched in years,

uh, this Onyx International,
some "S" corp,

looks like a tax shelter--
Tell me about
Onyx International.

Well, it's more like
a Russian nesting doll
than a company.

You know, I dug
through nine subsidiaries
in six countries.

All I got was...
Belle Anna Holding
out of Zurich.

Sends 40K every six months,
it looks like.

- A lot of work
to hide 80 grand a year.
- No kidding.

There's no business records
either for Belle Anna.

Mike, that's it.
That's all there is.

Mike, you still there?

He had a tie clip,
looked like a gift.

Didn't want to talk
about his family.

Belle Anna Holding?
I think I might know what it is.

- You think or you know?
- Somewhere in between. Does--

- Does Fi have any C-4?
- Well, it's Fi, Mike.
You gotta ask?

Can you walk Barry through
intercepting a call
in 10 minutes?

[ Sighs ]
That's gonna be tight,
but yeah, sure.

- Sounds like you've got
somethin' good, Mike.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

This is just outside
of my comfort zone, okay?

I'm just sayin'
I'm not that great
with British dialects.

There's no other way, Barry.
Mike's counting on you.

[ Groans ]
I--
Just breathe, Barry.

- It'll all be fine.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How big do we want this?
Well, enough to make a point
but not kill the neighbors?

Really?

Oh, we should be good then.

Tell me this is a joke.

- Was it-- Was I unclear
about the situation here?
- No, you were very clear.

I had the box in my hands,
then I decided
you never will... ever.

[ Beeps ]

Jesus, Fi. Told you not
to kill the neighbors!

You told me to make a point.
Take your picture.
[ Groans ]

- [ Shutter Clicks ]
- We should go.

Get it now.

- [ Pistol Cocks ]
- Oh, God. Please don't.

I-I-I'm through
playin' games, Westen.

- [ Cell Phone Beeps ]
- I think you got
a text message.

- It can wait.
- No, it can't.

[ Beeps ]

- What the hell is this?
- It's your house, I believe.

You did this?
You found my place in Miami
and blew it up?

Okay.
If that's all you've got--

Oh, that's not all.

Since we last met,
I became an expert
on Tyler Brennen.

I know everything, from
where you get your teeth cleaned
to where you do your banking.

Did your banking.
I drained the accounts.

[ Chuckles ]
Wow. That is a desperate bluff.

Uh, "A" for effort, but--
I probably wouldn't
believe me either.

Hampstead Bank and Trust
has some fine security.

But if you want to make a quick
phone call-- put your mind
at ease-- I'll wait.

[ Beeps ]
[ Line Rings ]

[ Phone Vibrating ]

[ Exhales, In British Accent ]
Hampstead. Are you
currently banking with us?

Yes. I need to check my balance.

Account number
06-10-1966.

PIN 1208.

[ Barry ]
1208. One moment.

Mr. Brennen, are you calling
about this morning's transfer?

Transfer?
Yes. At 11:00 a.m.,
local time,

£261,000 was transferred
out of this account.

Your current balance
is four pounds.
If you'd like--

No. You're not this good.

- Nobody is this good.
- Yes, I am.

I am so good, in fact,
that I can put it all back,
right now, if you let us go.

You know what? I don't care.

Just stuff.
Burn it all down.

I can start over,
but you and your brother
are finished.

[ Whimpering ]

What about Belle Anna?

- I mean Annabelle.
- Annabelle?

Annabelle, your daughter--

the one who gave you
that nifty tiepin,

the one you're sending
to private school
in Switzerland--

- [ Mutters ]
- for $40,000 a semester.

[ Beeping ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Girl ]
Hello?
Sweetie? It's Daddy.

Are-- Are you okay?
Daddy? Yeah.

- Why are you calling so late?
- Honey, I-- I'm sorry.

I forgot, uh--
I forgot what time it was.
[ Yawns ]

You-- You go back to sleep,
okay, pumpkin?

- I'll call you tomorrow.
- [ Phone Beeps ]

This isn't you, Westen.

You're capable of a lot,
but you wouldn't hurt a child.

But you would, Brennen.

This is your game.
We're playing by your rules.

Why go through all this?
Wh-Why not just--

Took some time to get
an assassin into place
halfway around the world.

- You're lying.
- You wanna find out?
Shoot me.

If you go near her,

if you touch her,
if--

if she so much
as skins her knee
on the playground,

I swear to God, Westen,
I will spend the rest of my life
destroying you...

and everything you love.

Of course you will, Brennen.
She's your family.

[ Panting ]
[ Car Door Opens ]

You'll hear from me
again, Michael.

Yeah, you owe me
a Christmas card.
[ Car Door Closes ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Engine Starts ]

Hey, Nate.

How's the arm?
Um, it's okay.

It's a little bit sore.

What'd you tell Mom?
I told her I was attacked
by a mugger.

I didn't want her
to get scared.

- You thinking about
stickin' around for a while?
- I don't know.

Feels a little weird
being back now. You know?

I thought I was here
to land this big deal, and, um--
and instead--

- You were being used
by a sociopath to get to me.
- Yeah.

You know, I really thought
I had somethin' this time.

Nate, I know
it's hard sometimes,
being my brother.

It's okay, Bro.
I'm gettin' used to it.

Michael. I didn't hear
you come in.

Here, honey.
Drink this.
Mmm. Thank you.

Hey, Mom. I just came by
to see how Nate was feeling,
you know, after his mugging.

Yes. You know, Michael,

it seems like--
I don't know--
such a big...

coincidence...

that Sam, Fi and Barry
were all mysteriously busy...

at the exact same time
that Nate was being beaten up
by his mugger. [ Chuckles ]

Well, maybe
it's because--

Michael, please.
I'd rather you not lie
right to my face.

I'm just glad
both my boys are home.
And that I got to know Barry.

He's coming over later
with some new eucalyptus-infused
hair gel.

[ Chuckles ]
We're gonna have
a product party.

How's Nate doing?
Healing.
[ Keys Clatter ]

You know,
I'm starting to think,

I screw up his life
better than he does.

Oh, don't be so hard
on yourself.

- He wouldn't be breathing
if it weren't for you.
- I had a little help.

- Thanks, Fi.
- Hey, he's family.

[ Knocking ]

Expecting someone?

Mr. Westen,
may I have a word?

Detective,
you look unhappy.

[ Sighs ]
Come on in.
Is your... friend coming?

Oh, Detective Lopez?
No. He's been suspended.

- Ooh, has he been naughty?
- He's been doing his job,
actually.

He grilled a mayor's aide
for three hours...

about some mysterious
bank account she opened
with a Michael Westen.

Turns out to be a bank error,
but not before the mayor...

got upset enough
to have his badge yanked.

- That's too bad.
- I assume you were trying
to get me.

You'll be glad to know
I didn't come by
to ask you questions this time.

I came by to say this.

You wanna play rough?
I can give as good as I get.