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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.

Previously on Burn Notice.

I don't know why
you're willing to meet
this Gilroy.

He sounds as bad
as the people who burned you.
He's worse.

This man is
a freelance psychopath.

Westen.

I have to say I find you
quite fascinating.

You and I have a lot in common.
What do you say
we work together?

Tempting.

The gist is this.

You're to steal flight data
for every private plane...

flying in and out of Miami
for the next six weeks.
What are you doing?

I'm offering you a job.
You do it,
you get paid money.

That's all you need to know.

This is another
moment of truth, Michael.

Do we have
a future together or not?

- Double my fee.
- Fair enough.

I may lose my seat at the table
if I don't come up...

with six weeks worth
of private flight records.

- I was thinking
the Coast Guard.
- That's a good choice.

This is every flight today.

Every day is exactly like that,

except one day,
the 22nd.

[ Michael ]
Somebody needs a wide berth.

- This is some kind
of serious black flight, Mike.
- Originating in Chile.

Fuel stop in Miami.
Destination: Poland.

[ Sam ]
This is what Gilroy
is interested in.

You're a tad overdressed
for the Jacuzzi,
don't you think?

Is this your card?

It's blatantly not
six weeks of flight plans.

Just the one that you want.
I need to know
what's going to Poland.

I suppose it's only
natural to be curious.

It's a weaponized plague
and a vaccine to match.

And they're worth
a bloody lot of money.
That wasn't so hard, was it?

Are you in then?
Gilroy,

I think you and I have
a bright future together.

So, learn anything?
Only that
he's a damn good liar.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you
need to locate a foreign spy
office, it's all about the food.

Spies like home cooking
just like everyone else.

Find out who serves
their regional delicacies,

tip the bartenders
and delivery boys well,

and they'll usually tell you
who placed the big orders
on the last national holiday.

If some of those orders
head to an office
with tight security...

and scowling workers
with short haircuts,
you're in business.

You know, some guys
take girls to the beach,

concerts,
farmers markets.

Ugly Polish military
intelligence offices?
Not so much.

Believe me, I'd rather be
at a farmers market...

than bribing a bureaucrat to
tell me what's on a spy plane.

I have an idea.

Instead of working with
Gilroy the psychopath--

instead of sneaking around
trying to figure out what he
wants to steal from this plane,

shoot him
and be done with it.

I've considered it.
But somebody hired Gilroy.

If I want to find out
what's going on and stop it,
I need him breathing.

And you know that
as well as I do.

[ Fiona ]
Oh, there he is.
Right on time.

- You sure this guy Conrad
is the one to go after?
- Low on the totem pole at work,

short on cash,
bad divorce.

He's perfect.
We're meeting later today.

How's your Polish?

Rusty. But his
mom's from Moscow.

I approach him as
a Russian businessman,
buy him a few dinners,

and hopefully
we end this quick.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Playing on people's
loyalties is an art,

especially when those loyalties
can be murky and malleable.

Poke around too much
and you'll look suspicious.

Sometimes your best move
is to just commit.

[ Russian Accent ]
Thank you so much
for meeting me.

It's, uh, better to do
business eye to eye.

- So what is it you could not
discuss on e-mail?
- Your office has information...

on covert flights
passing through
Miami to Poland.

I need information
on a flight.

- Why?
- I own planes. I'm trying to
get contract on these flights.

It would be easier if I knew
what was on the plane.

It's a little thing,
but worth a lot of money to me.

Oh--

[ Russian ]

[ Chuckling ]

Russians.
[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, please,
let me get briefcase.

[ Russian ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course, commit too hard
to the wrong side,

and there's not
much wiggle room.
[ Door Opens ]

Instead of an instant ally,
you've just made
an instant enemy.

Did you really think
you could buy me?

That I would betray
my country to you?

You know, I was wondering why
there is extra security
at office this week.

Easy, Conrad.
Relax.

Oh, you sons of bitches
cost me everything.

My job in Poland,
my wife, my family.

Over there, now.

You're going to
tell me everything.

And then I'm going to cut out
your lying F.S.B. tongue!

[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]

So much for an easy target.

[ Fiona ]
You're seriously gonna try
to break into Conrad's office?

Fi, what else can I do? I can't
approach Conrad's coworkers.

Well, what about
a better angle on Conrad?

Conrad. The guy who wanted to
interrogate me at gunpoint.

But we do know that
he can't stand the Russians.
That's our in.

Our in?
Are you volunteering?

I confess
I am a little curious...

about what a psycho like Gilroy
is so interested in stealing.

Probably best to approach
as American intelligence.

- I'll need cash for this.
- Deal.

Sam has a job he's been
bugging me to take.
[ Beeping ]

Fashion house that got robbed.
The lady who runs it
needs some help.

- The pay is
pretty good apparently.
- He talked to me about it too.

- But he sounded more interested
in the models than the gig.
- Sam, you know that job,

the fashion gig?

So you're in?
Tell me that you're in.

- Is the money there?
- Oh, the money's there, Mikey.

This lady is loaded.
I mean, you should see
her fashion house.

It's in the Viceroy Hotel.
And she is willing to pay.

- [ Beeps ]
- All right, Sam.

- I'm in.
- Oh! Ho-ho!

Thank you, Mike!
Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you!

This covers Christmas,
my birthday present.

I'll swing by and pick you up.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're conducting
surveillance...

from a dusty cave
in Afghanistan,

you daydream about
air conditioning, swimming pools
and iced tea.

But spend a little time waiting
for a socialite to hand off her
tiny dog to a canine beautician,

and that Afghan cave
looks a little better.

His usual pedicure,
of course the oatmeal shampoo,

and don't forget
to rub his belly.

Colonel Peabody just loves
when you do that.

- Who doesn't?
- You're funny.

And cute.

My girlfriend said you were
a man of many talents.

You gonna trust her? You should
do your own research.

[ Chuckles ]

Sam said something about a job?
One of your employees
is stealing?

His name is Tim Hastings.
And we've been fighting
a lot lately.

Now the numbers don't add up,
which means that
money's disappearing.

- And you would like us
to find the money?
- I need you to be discreet.

- We'll keep it quiet.
- How much do you charge?

Is 30,000 enough?

- That's too much.
- Please.

This might take
a couple of days.

Huh. Well,

you won't be
disappointed.

[ Michael Narrating ] Recruiting
an asset is about making
your target feel important.

Everything from
the clothes you wear to
the location of the meeting...

should communicate
how vital the mission is.

Wear the right outfit,
pick the right deserted bar,

and your target will be ready
to engage in some good
old-fashioned espionage.

We understand you were
approached by the Russians.

Are you from the Agency?

We have reason to believe
there's a Russian spy
targeting your office.

Yes!
He posed as businessman.

We need to figure out
who this spy is,
what he's after.

Of course.

He ask me for
information about flight.

This flight is very important.

Security at my office
has doubled.

Conrad.
Hmm?

We need to know.

I can't. It is not my job
to get this information.

It won't be easy.
You'll be taking a risk.

We know how important this is.

We will cover expenses.
Anything you need.

[ Sighs ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Some assets work for money,
others believe in a cause.

The most effective
incentive, though,
is a combination of the two.

[ Inhales Sharply ]

[ Sighs ]
All right.

Perhaps I can find
this information.

But what about
this Russian cockroach?

I think we have
a file on him.
Good!

Good news, Michael.
Conrad's enthusiastic.

I think we're gonna win
the cold war.
He's in?

And then some.

Thing is, I promised him
the C.I.A. file...

on the Russian spy
he almost captured.

Think I'm gonna call your mom,
ask her for some pictures
of you in your military days.

Not my mom.
I don't want her
involved in this, Fi.

Oh, don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

[ Beeps ]

You okay there, Mikey?
Yeah, I'm fine.

What's up with
this "easy money" job of yours?

Well, bad news.

I had my fingers crossed
that Tim, the thieving
vice president,

had a police record,
but he's either clean
or careful.

Owns a gun,
but it's registered.

No parking tickets even.

- And yet you're smiling.
- Well, the fashion house
is having a big party later...

and everyone's gonna be
in the atrium.

That means one of us
can sneak into Tim's office...

while the other one
keeps an eye on him...
at the party.

Let me guess
which job you'd like.

Well, hey, I'm partial to
Isabella, models and Mojitos,
but I play fair.

I figured
we'd flip a coin.

Call it.

Heads.
Cheater.

[ Whistles ]
It's quite a party.
Sam didn't feel like coming?

He's using your access codes
to go through Tim's office.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're dealing with
a trained operative,

there are hundreds of places
to hunt for documents.

If you're searching
a desk jockey's office,
it's a far shorter list.

Before you can say,
"in the cabinet,"
"behind the bookshelf"...

or "under the desk,"
you've usually found
what you're looking for.

Aha!
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Shutter Clicking ]

So which one's Tim?
I want to keep an eye on him.

- He's standing
right over there.
- Now! Go!

- [ Michael ]
Act casual.
- Of course.

[ Chattering ]

Who is he talking to now?
That's my business partner,
Damon.

He started out designing.
I was modeling.

This company is our baby.
I'm supposed to be at home
looking at his designs.

Okay.
I really should go.

You should go. Go home.
Do some work. I'll call you
later with an update.

Thank you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies are trained
to keep track...

of multiple conversations
at the same time.

Standing alone as you eavesdrop
is too obvious.

You need to engage in
a cover conversation
near your target.

Hi.

Who are you wearing?

Black suit.

Love that dress.
I've never seen anything
quite like it.

No one has, darling.
It's an Alexander Descheuno.

Oh.
I bought it--

[ Michael Narrating ]
Pure lip-reading
takes years to master.

But confirming
what you're hearing...

by checking lips is
a much easier skill to pick up.

Don't get upset at me.
She said it.

You know what? I'm gonna go
talk to her right now.
'Cause this is ridiculous.

Good. I think
that's a good idea.

You must visit my shop
in the Design District.

Vintage couture.
I'm talking classics.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Chuckling ]
That's great.

How's it going
over there?
Jackpot.

Found the books in his office.
Sent you a photo.

Good. Tim's heading over
to talk to Isabella
at her house.

She'll probably want
to see that picture.

Okay, good.
Head over there.

I'll leave Tim's office
how I found it-- ugly.

You were at the party.

What are you doing,
following me?
My name's Michael.

I work for Isabella.
I think the three of us
should have a talk.

I got nothing to say to you.
Save it for inside.

We found
her financial records
in your office.

You were in my office?
That's illegal.

I should have you arrested.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It doesn't take long working
in combat situations...

before you start paying
a lot of attention
to little things.

[ Tim ]
Isabella?
Things that don't feel right--

like an open gate
or a pampered dog
running around loose--

often lead to
much bigger things--

Oh, my God! Is-- Isabella?

Jesus Christ!
What the--

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like a body floating
in a swimming pool.

We have to call
an ambulance!
Yeah. It's too late for that.

Or the-- the police.
[ Sirens Approaching ]

Somebody already called 'em.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course,
knowing something's wrong...

and being able
to do something about it
are two different things.

Sometimes the damage
is already done.

That's my gun!
What-- What the hell
is happening?

You've been framed.
Somebody set you up.

No, no.
Don't-- Don't touch it.

You have to believe me.
I didn't shoot her.

Yeah, obviously.
We gotta go out
the backyard.

The backyard won't work.
There's a-- a wall.
We'll be trapped.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

I vote the backyard.

- I told you. We're trapped.
- Wanna head back? Be my guest.

Otherwise,
step on my hands.

Cover me.
Go.

We have to go around
and get my car. If they find it,
they'll know I was here.

I know you want to chat, Tim,
but now is not the time!

Grab this.
Wrap it around your wrist.

Fall. When you do,
you'll be pulling me up. Ready?

- One, two, three!
- [ Grunting ]

Easy money gig?

Been checking the scanner
since you called.

Cops are sending more units
to Isabella's house.

They found Tim's car,
but they didn't see you.

Well, whoever pulled
the trigger must've skipped out
right before we got there.

Dude, we gotta call the cops
and explain everything
right now.

You know I'm innocent. So--
[ Breathing Heavily ]

if we go to the police together,
we can even take
a lie detector test.

- How do I know you're innocent?
- You said you knew...

I didn't shoot her
back at Isabella's place.

You didn't shoot her.
Doesn't mean
you weren't involved, Tim.

You had Isabella's books.
She knew you were stealing.

No, no, no, no, no.
Guys, listen to me, please.

Uh-- Damon was the one
who was stealing.

All right? I was trying
to convince Isabella,
but he had her fooled.

I-- I needed to find proof.

However the hell Damon did it,
there's no evidence
in those books.

Every large money transfer
was authorized by Isabella.

All right?
She signed them herself.

I kept telling her.
I kept telling her.
She just--

She believed
everything he said.
You think Damon killed her?

I don't know.
[ Sam ] If he's behind it,
he had help.

Mike, he was at the party
the whole time, wasn't he?

Yeah. He had
the perfect alibi.

He told me to go to her house.
He, um, made it sound like
she was gonna fire me.

I've been fighting with her.
You know, my car's outside
her place.

The cops are probably
matching ballistics right now,
even without your gun.

- He's got you pretty good.
- "Pretty good"? It's perfect!

I'm dead!
It's over, man!

It's not over.
If it was Damon,

someone pulled
the trigger for him.

- We turn up the heat--
- Maybe find some evidence.

We punch holes
in their stories.

You really think we can do that?
No.
While I pay Damon a visit,

you're going to go pay cash for
a motel room, and you're gonna
sit tight until we come get you.

I'll drop you in Hialeah.

We got snowed, Mike.
We let Isabella down.

She never saw it coming.

Whoever killed Isabella
sure did their homework.

** [ Piano: Classical ]

[ Damon ]
Isabella always said--

[ Michael Narrating ]
When dealing with
a pathological liar,

don't bother looking for signs
of a guilty conscience.

True deceivers
enjoy the lie.

They know to look you
dead in the eye and usually
shed a few tears on demand.

So if you want to know
when they're lying,

look for the little smile
that comes when deceiving
a room full of people.

That bastard is giving
quite the performance.
He planned this whole thing.

Let's see how he does
when we mess
with his script.

Thank you, Officer,
so much for all
the work you're doing.

Damon Belmont, I'm Max.
Isabella's Max.

We need to talk.
Excuse me?

We can talk in private,
[ Loud ]
or in public!

Okay, okay, okay.
We are on the clock.

We need to reroute
all Italy shipments
through Paris.

Ministerial commission's
doing some search and seizures.

If you're planning on using
LaGuardia in the spring--
Whoa! Wait a minute.

Hold on.
First things first.

Who the hell are you?
She kept you in the dark!

Oh! I don't even know
where to begin.

Uh, this is too big
of a conversation
to be having right now.

Just suffice it to say, I'm Max,
her other business partner.

From L.A.?

[ Chuckling ]
What the hell
are you talking about?

I starch heroin
into Isabella's fabrics.

Production in Asia,
distro through Europe.

We're running about $4 million
a week, so we need to improve
our communication here!

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you make an approach
as a spy,

you need to choose a role
that puts you in
the center of the action...

and explains why
no one's ever
heard of you before.

Claiming to be a criminal
can kill two birds
with one stone.

You throw around some names
and places and dates
to confuse them,

show them some account books
to make it sound credible...

and make the dollar figures
big enough to play
to their greed.

Did you say four million a week?

Now, about the cops
sniffing around outside--

If this little murder case
leads to a federal
narcotics investigation,

my new business partner
gets strangled to death
with his designer tie!

The police have this
under control.
They already have a suspect.

One of our V.P.'s.
He and Isabella
were fighting all the time.

Did they arrest him?
He's missing.

But they will find him.
Oh-- [ Chuckles ]
they better.

Or they're gonna have
another body to investigate.

[ Wheezes ]

[ Line Rings ]
I shook the tree.
Let's see what falls out.

All right. I'll let you know
if Damon heads somewhere fun.

You want to look at
old pictures of Michael?

Well, I realized just the other
day that I hadn't seen that many
pictures of Michael's past.

- Isn't that wild?
- It's wild.

So have you, uh,
kept any?

Sure.
Collecting dust in the garage.

Where's Michael?

Uh, you know, he's--
he's helping a friend.

Ah.

But he was hoping that
we could borrow an album or two.

So that's all there is to this?
You and Michael have so much
time on your hands...

that you want to just sit
and look at photos?

- Yeah. Every once in a while
you gotta take a break.
- You hang on.

I'll go get them.

[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

They've been in the back
for a bit.

Couple of photos,
we get ears
on that conversation--

And the cops will have
some new suspects.
Cover the front.

Like a blanket.

[ Michael Narrating ] Contact
microphones pick up sound
vibrations through walls,

allowing you to eavesdrop
on conversations.

Pair one with
a wireless transmitter,

and you have a bugging device
that doesn't need to be in
the same room as your target.

[ Damon ]
We have got a serious problem.
[ Man ] Damon, calm down.

What happened to your plan?
We weren't supposed to
see each other for months.

We weren't even
supposed to call each other.

That's because
things have changed.
There's this new guy.

Damon, enough.
Stop freaking out.

Everything's
going to be fine.
I promise.

No one's gonna find
anything anywhere.

[ Feedback ]
[ Groans ]

Christ.

[ Damon ]
What was that?
Interference on the speakers.

Is your phone on?
No, I didn't bring my phone.
I think someone's here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course, bugging a room
from the outside...

makes it impossible
to see potential pitfalls.

Just as a cell phone reacts
when it's placed too close
to your alarm clock,

a roomful of speakers can create
radio frequency interference...

if you're spying on someone
with a wireless signal.

You think someone's here?
Shut up!

Better get out of there, Mikey.
He's comin' out the back.

[ Ric's Voice ]
What happened to your plan?

We weren't supposed to
see each other for months.

We weren't even
supposed to call each other.

How's Tim?

He's keeping his head down,
but he's a bit of a wreck,
you know?

He's a Boy Scout. So he doesn't
have a lot of experience
with this type of thing.

We miss anything?
Nothing to miss.

- Just two guys
having an argument.
- Wonderful.

So, checked in
with my buddy
at the station.

Cops are running
a full-fledged manhunt
for Tim.

So besides his car
at the crime scene,

they just found
half a box of bullets
in his garage.

Predictably, perfect match
for the rounds
that killed Isabella.

Damon and his partner
have been busy boys.

Yeah. Speaking of partner,
here's the guy.
Ric Peterson.

He's a club D.J.
He runs a shop
during the day.

Nabbed a couple times
for dealing ecstasy.
Had an assault a while back.

Let me guess.
No paper trail connecting him
to Damon or the fashion house?

Nothing I can find.
Today was probably
the last time they meet.

This is two guys covering up a
killing. So they're not exactly
itching to break the law again.

Well, that is exactly
what we need them to do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Law enforcement cover I.D.'s
are tricky.

Pose as a lead detective
and you'll have
unlimited access,

but a single call to the station
and you're caught.

You need to think smaller.
Nobody questions
the credentials...

of a lowly
crime scene investigator.

Oh! Excuse me.
You guys are still here?

Detective Park said
you guys were done.
Yeah, we were.

But, you know,
that's how it goes. You get some
detective with a new theory...

and the whole department
does a 180.

- What are you guys
working on now?
- Just picking up some samples.

Look, I can't
really get into it.

Wait. Please. Isabella was
a dear friend of mine.

Well, look. It's not like
I get the big picture.
I'm just a lab tech.

But sounds like
they're talking about
two guys working together.

- What?
- You didn't hear it from me.

I'll probably be back tomorrow
with a whole new assignment.

Looks like murder...

is in style this season.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Who is this?
- It's your business partner--
Max.

You said the investigation
was almost over.
You lied to me!

I did not.
It was. It is.

Then explain why the cops
are crawling around
the fashion house.

Do I have to
burn that place down?

It is not my fault
that the cops are idiots, okay?

This is an easy case.
They have Tim's car.

Everybody here
knows he did it.

Well, I might be able
to find out some more.

I'm down in the parking lot.
Get out here now.

[ Muffled Protests ]
Merry Christmas.

- My God.
What are you doing?
- I'm being proactive.

The cops questioned
Tim's neighbors too. Turns out
Tim has a little girlfriend.

She lives down in Homestead.

And she's going to tell me
everything we need to know.

- Where is Tim hiding?
- I haven't seen him in days!

I swear. We weren't even dating!
He was just helping me
with my book!

I already told all this
to the police!
Honey, I am not the police.

And you sure as hell
don't want me to get upset.
Where's Tim?

He-- He made a deal
with some guy at the docks.

They're gonna smuggle Tim
to the Bahamas.
Where's the dock?

On 64th Street.
They're leaving
at noon tomorrow.

He said something about calling
the cops on some designer
who tried to kill Isabella!

No, no!
Don't shut me in, please! No!

You killed Isabella
and didn't tell me?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Listen. There is no evidence
that leads back to us.

I don't care what Tim says.
I used a partner. There is
no connection to me at all.

It was the perfect crime.

Perfect crime?
Yes.

Except for one little thing.

Tim got away!
[ Choking ]

Don't worry.
You're gonna just black out
in about 15 seconds.

[ Gasping ]
Wait a minute.
We can get rid of Tim.

We can kill him tomorrow.
Now that you've found him,
we can end this.

[ Gasps ]
We can make it look like...

he got killed trying
to escape the country.

The cops will close the case.
This whole thing goes away.

You can pull that off?
Oh, yes.

All right, listen up.
I'm heading to the Everglades.

I'm gonna feed
the scream queen
to the gators.

You and your partner are
gonna follow Tim to his boat.

When he's on board, you
put two in the back of his head.
Two in the back of his head.

You idiots will be tempted
to touch everything.

Don't!

Just steal all
Tim's money and leave.
It'll look like he met...

his ride out of town,
and they robbed him
and shot him.

Done.
You-- You do this right,

and the cops will
stop investigating.

And my stylish new
business partner, Damon--

[ Groans ]
gets to live.

You won't regret this.

Oh.
[ Muttering, Sighs ]

Hmm.

So devious. He--

He infiltrates American defenses
and then slips away.

Did you track down
the flight information?
Oh.

Please tell C.I.A....

file is locked in steel safe
at office with guard
night and day.

[ Chuckles ]
Whatever is on this flight
is big secret.

It's very, very dangerous.
So is impossible
for Russian to get.

Conrad, I wasn't
supposed to tell you this.

One of your coworkers
is working for the Russians.

Hmm?
There's a mole
in your office.

What?

You must tell me.
I will find this traitor!

No. Not yet.

It'll compromise our operation,
and we're running out of time.

If this mole makes his move
before we find out
what's in that safe--

No, no, no.
This will not happen.
I will find file immediately.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's tough to get someone...

to compromise their values
in only a couple of meetings.

The only way to do that is to
compromise a few values
of your own.

- How are you holding up?
- I was doing okay.

Considering I've been sitting
in a motel room for three days.

But let me get this straight.
[ Clears Throat ]

We're having Damon
and his partner try to kill me?

Well, they won't
actually succeed.

We just need them to get caught
by the cops looking guilty.

So we rented you a boat.
You walk in through
the parking lot here.

Mike and I are gonna be
covering you from the roof here.

When you get to the docks, hide.
The cops come in,
get Damon and Ric.

You know,
there are a lot of things
grieving coworkers do,

but hunting with guns
for someone on docks,
not one of 'em.

But won't the cops
arrest me too?

Yeah. And then you'll have
the opening to tell them
the truth.

That, plus your gun
dropped into Damon's trunk.

It's all you need
to blow their story apart.

- Okay.
- Relax. It's almost over.

There's Tim, Fi.
You got him?

[ Fiona ]
Yep.

[ Fiona On Earpiece ]
There are our guys.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Time to call the cavalry.

[ Beeping ]

Yes. Hello, police?
I'm down on 64th,

and I just saw two guys
taking guns out of their trunk.

I think they're headed
toward the docks.

Yes. Thank--
Thank you very much.

Uh-oh.
They're not exactly
heading toward the docks.

And they're not
pulling out guns.

[ Sam ]
Fi, what are they waiting for?

I don't know.
Something's wrong.

Mikey, that bench
wasn't there this morning.

They moved a bench?

Sam, we got a problem.

Guys, they've got a detonator.
They're not planning
on shooting Tim.

If we don't do something quick,
Tim is gonna be
part of a big boom.

I'd say take it out,
but more than one shot
gives us away.

- Then I can't miss.
- Mikey, do it.
He's getting close.

He's still alive!

- Fi, pick him up.
- I'm on it.

[ Tires Squealing ]
[ Sirens Wailing ]

Get over here! Let's go!

Tim!

Tim!

Fi, get out of there.
They're closing in.

Freeze! Put your hands
behind your head now!

I tried to grab him.
I know. We saw, Fi.

The guy panicked.
There was nothing you could do.

Hey, so how far
are we gonna take this?
We busting Tim out of prison?

Are we letting them get away
with killing Isabella?

Damon and Ric
just screwed up the plan.
We can use that.

Mike, if that's screwing up
the plan, then how come
they got everything they wanted?

From where I'm standing,
looks like they won.

[ Michael ]
They haven't won until
they know that they've won.

Fi, any chance they actually
saw Tim get arrested?

No. He went around the corner.

Sam, what's the time frame on
the cops announcing the bust?

Well, they're taking him in now,
processing him. I don't know.
A couple hours, max.

Then we have a couple of hours.
We drive Damon away from Ric,
get 'em to turn on each other.

We give the cops
another killer.

[ Beeping, Line Ringing ]

[ Rings ]
Max? No.
We shouldn't be talking.

What the hell
happened down there?

Everything is handled.
Don't worry.

Listen. I'm gonna
lay low for a while,
so don't call.

Everything is handled?
Everything is not handled!

- What the hell was that?
We talked--
- Everything's fine.

The cops showed up.
There's no way he escaped.

No, he did escape
for the second time!

No. That's not possible.

[ Slaps Car ]
You know,
I'm starting to think...

that he is the only one
around here who knows
what the hell he's doing!

You meet me
at your office immediately,
or you're a dead man.

You hear me?

- Will you sign for this, sir?
- No.

Wait.

What are you still doing here?
I can't talk to you.
Police business.

It's okay. We talked
the other day. Remember?
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

I told you, buddy. My higher-ups
never tell me much.
Oh, there they are now.

- [ Beeps ]
- Yeah, this is Finley.

[ Michael ]
Does Damon know Tim got caught?
Uh, I don't think so,

but I'm following up
on your leads.

Looks like that tip you got
was a good one.

He's listening in,
isn't he?
Yes, sir.

I'll be right back
down there.
[ Beeps ]

- Were you listening to my call?
- I'm sorry.

I just really want them
to find whoever killed Isabella.

- She was a dear friend of mine.
- Shouldn't be too long
to wrap this up.

It looks like
our killer's plan...

is coming apart at the seams.

Sir, sir--
No one comes in here!

I said two
in the back of the head, Damon.

I tried to follow the plan
just like we talked about.

But Ric said
using a bomb was safer.
You feel safe now?

Tim's probably
talking to the feds!
I know.

I just found out
he called the cops.

- What's our next move?
- Besides you and I and Ric,
who else knows all about this?

No one else.
Trust me.

Okay. That's good.
Real good.

We just have one little thing
to close the loop.

No. Do not kill me!

Look, I know we messed up.
That was unfortunate.

I have an idea.
Course you do.

We put this on someone else.
You tried that.

Another someone else.

My partner. Ric.
He's the one who killed
her anyway. He shot her!

No. Ric will talk.
He'll blame you.

He'll take you down too.
No, no. That gets messy.

And I don't want anything
getting back on me.
We can kill him.

No, the cops will just be
investigating his murder.

- We'll make it look like
he killed himself.
- Now that's interesting.

How would you do that?

I'll write a suicide note
confessing to everything.

I'll even scatter some
of Isabella's files
around his office.

- You can shoot him.
- Nope.

I'll get you a gun.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the many weapons
in the spy arsenal is sabotage.

Your enemy can't fight back
when their vehicles
won't drive...

and their weapons won't fire.

If you're handing
a bad guy a gun and you need it
to jam accidentally,

fatiguing the trigger assembly
to break under pressure
is probably your best move.

It's undetectable.
So nobody gets suspicious,
and nobody gets hurt.

Here you go.

It was stolen.
The serial number
has been filed off.

Which means
it's untraceable.
Completely untraceable.

Keep the car running.

[ Cell Phone Beeping,
Line Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah?

- How we looking, Sam?
- Cops are on their way, Mikey.

[ Beeps ]

- What the hell
are you doing here?
- Do you remember in the club...

when you said everything
would go perfectly?

- You said everything
would go perfectly!
- Calm down.

Everything is fine.

Everything is not okay!

Tim keeps getting away.
Did you want me to get caught?

What are you talking about?

Nobody is gonna get caught.

I can't go down for this.
There's no other choice now.

- No!
- [ Clicking ]

You son of a bitch!

[ Blows Landing ]

- [ Sirens Approaching ]
- Oh, I hope he's okay.

- [ Grunts ]
- That's gonna bruise.

All right, let's go!

Police! Stop!
[ Groaning ]

[ Grunts ]
He shot my friend!
Arrest him! He's the killer!

Well, it took
a couple of days
of explaining,

and my lawyer's still
trying to get his head
around the details.

But once Damon confessed,
the truth was out.

That's all you needed.
We're selling the fashion house
to a label in Milan.

Isabella hosted benefits
for a local pet rescue center.

So we're donating
the proceeds to them.

Sounds good. Take good care
of Colonel Peabody, will you?
[ Ringing ]

Yeah, I will.
Hey, thank you for your help.
[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Fi.
Hi, Michael.

Any progress with Conrad?
I just got
a message from him.

He's bringing me
the flight information today.
And your mother's been calling.

I'll head over there now.
[ Beeps ]

Fiona returned the albums.

But some of the pictures
are missing from when
you joined the military.

I think someone
must have stolen them.
So mysterious.

Oh,
we'll bring 'em back, Mom.

Michael, I thought we agreed
that from now on
you'd tell me the truth.

This was a small job.

Fiona had to put together
a dossier to prove
that I was a--

a Russian spy.

Just a small job?
It's kind of a long story--

which I'll tell.

[ Sighs ]
It wasn't anything dangerous.

Look, the last time
you and I went through this,
it was hard.

I-I-I just don't like
seeing you get hurt.

So, what?
You kept me in the dark
to protect me?

You know how it goes.
These things aren't
so predictable.

Oh, she left one behind.

Because it was special to you?

No. It's probably
'cause there's, uh--
there's writing on the back.

Oh.
It was special to me.

It's one of the few times
you ever sent me anything
to tell me where you were.

Well, actually
I had already left the country.

I wrote that so that
you didn't know where I was.

Ah.

Well, then,
in the, um,
grand scheme of things,

I-- I suppose
we're making some progress.

You want some iced tea?
That'd be great.

This information
Russian spy is after...

is much worse
than I thought.

You found out
what's on that flight.

Not what. Is who.
Who's on the flight?

No names. But is
maximum security prisoner.

This document is instruction
on how to deal with him.

I translate it for you,
but...

if Russian pig gets his hands
on this envelope--

He'll never get it,
my friend.

Thank you, Conrad.

You were right.
It's bad.

It's a rendition
to a black site in Poland.

Somebody's high risk enough
to be flown alone.

"Do not engage in conversation
with prisoner
under any circumstance."

Sounds like a sweetheart.

This kind of treatment is
reserved for world-class
bad guys, Michael.

I know.
And somebody wants my help
to break him out.