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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.

[ Sam ] Mike, what the hell is going on over there?

Sam, you know that prisoner we tried to keep from escaping?

- Don't tell me. - He's out, Sam. He's free.

His name's Simon. That's all I know.

Madeline Westen?

- Yes? - F.B.I.

I saw your son attack a police officer, Mrs. Westen!

Your son shot at me! He tried to kill me!

You have no idea who your own son really is!

If Michael wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

You are under arrest.

Me and Fi want to talk to you about this whole business with Simon.

No more lone wolf crap. We gotta know that you're with us.

- I'm with you. - Good. We're gonna be careful, watch each other's backs.

Combat knives for everyone just in case.

- I'm sorry, guys. - Was that an apology?

[ Beeping, Line Ringing ]

Michael Westen.

I'm calling about a former employee of yours. Simon?

Simon got away. He's with Management.

- I'm going after him. - No! We talked about this! We're in this together!

You can't follow me this time, Fi.

[ Siren Wailing ]

- [ Shotgun Cocks ] - Put the gun down!

Oh, he owns you now, boy. Just a matter of time till you're just like me.

[ Chuckles ] Just like me.

Just like me.

- Where's my son? - I have no idea.

God only knows what hole he's in now.

He is gone!

[ Michael Narrating ] Name brands and decor...

can often tell you a lot about who you're dealing with.

Official agencies operate with government budgets.

You can usually rule out the idea of federal involvement...

as soon as you see a pricey antique or a pair of $1,200 shoes.

Michael Westen-- in the flesh.

It's an honor, truly.

Have a piece of fruit. We get the best tangerines here.

- Where am I? - Ah. Well.

Some folks call it a private holding facility.

Others, a secret prison.

And I think it's officially listed as a document processing center.

So you take your pick. Hmm.

Here. Have a tangerine.

I'm not hungry.

- Why am I here? - We have a lot to talk about.

That business between Simon and Management--

that's the tip of a very nasty iceberg.

Great work, by the way, rescuing the old man like you did.

Trust me, I didn't do it for him.

But you did it.

Now he's back, at an undisclosed location, and Simon is locked away tight.

All thanks to Michael Westen.

I know you're upset that we burned you,

but it's nice to know that we can work together sometimes-- when it counts.

Huh? Friends at last.

- I'm not your friend. - I'll try not to take that personally.

Now, you've had a long day.

Here's some reading material to pass the time.

I think you'll find that interesting.

Let me know when you're ready to talk.

[ Michael Narrating ] It takes a while to learn how to read intelligence files.

They start as stacks of unrelated documents,

but stick with it long enough and a pattern can emerge.

Of course, not all intelligence is reliable.

Which means when you're done checking the file,

you have to check the source.

Guard!

I read your file. What does it all mean?

Why don't you tell me? Come. Sit.

Assassinations, crop burnings, little wars around the world...

all connect to some fat bank accounts.

Very interesting.

What does it have to do with me? That depends.

Depends on what? On whether we can work together.

We need your help, Michael.

Ha-ha. You need my help.

See? All this? We're trying to stop it.

And whoever owns those fat bank accounts is fighting back.

Simon's escape wasn't some kind of accident. It was an attack against us.

Who is us, exactly?

Some things governments do well,

like run a military or post office.

And then there are some things that they need help with,

things best done by people who no longer have official ties to the government.

Like burned spies. Precisely.

And that's where we come in-- where you come in.

You know, you have a lot of connections.

I find it hard to believe that you can't do this without me.

Listen, Michael, if this was some foreign government, you might be right.

We're good at that sort of thing, but this-- this is a new kind of problem.

This is somebody willing to let a guy like Simon blow up Miami to protect his cash flow.

I mean, bottom line, you may not like it, but we're on the same side here.

Forgive me if I'm a little skeptical about that.

Look, I know you've had bad experiences with some of our operatives.

And, look, a few turned out to be unstable, corrupt, occasionally psychopathic.

But the point is, Michael, that's over.

There's a reason why we recruited you.

I'm glad you changed your hiring policies,

but flattery's not gonna make me work for you.

Nobody's making you do anything, Michael. I understand your reservations.

I mean, we burned you. And our methods?

Well, let's just say we draw the line at different places.

But at the end of the day, you're gonna want to side with us...

rather than whoever's behind all of this.

And we need to find him.

I'm gonna be your errand boy?

Not an errand boy, Michael.

A partner.

Now you read the file.

Where would you start?

When you peel away the shell companies and the dummy bank accounts,

a lot of these little wars all track back to the same weapons supplier, Gregory Hart.

He uses a sat phone to do his banking.

You can find him with that.

If I were you, I would talk to him.

Why don't we talk to him together?

I'll set it up. We'll go down and see what he has to say.

And then you can decide whether you're in or out.

Get down!

Down!

First time out of Miami in a while, huh? How's it feel?

Lovely. We've got Hart in a guerrilla camp up the road.

Sounds like they're ready for us.

Hey, I said it's a new day, didn't I?

- Hey, you want to shoot me? Go for it. - I'll take a rain check.

Yeah, that's the spirit! All right, let's do this!

[ Michael Narrating ] Illegal weapons sales is a multimillion dollar industry.

For a big time gunrunner, it's easy to live the life of luxury.

The problem is, when you've spent your career dodging local law enforcement...

and making mortal enemies,

it's much safer hiding in a tent in the jungle than enjoying a piece of beachfront property.

Congratulations. You got me.

I assume you want to talk to me, so what's on your mind?

Well, let's start with, who do you work for?

This is gonna be a very disappointing conversation for you,

'cause I don't know anything.

Yeah, well, you can do better than that.

These weapons came from someplace. They're going someplace.

Now who do you work for?

I work for a 16-digit Swiss bank account and an anonymous e-mail address. Ah?

[ Men Shouting ]

Vaughn.

[ Slider Cocks ]

[ Groans ] You think that's gonna do any good?

I work for a man who values his privacy.

Now, you can shoot me as much as you want,

but it's not gonna do any good 'cause I was a dead man...

the moment you started coming for me.

- We gotta go now! - [ Michael Narrating ] With thermal imaging...

and laser target designators,

an unmanned drone allows your enemy to launch a precise strike...

while staying completely anonymous.

All you really know is that whoever you're up against has deep pockets...

and isn't afraid of tying up loose ends.

Surviving a drone attack is about escaping the primary target area.

That being said,

dodging bullets and anti-tank missiles...

isn't exactly a walk in the park.

Okay, Michael. Are you in or are you out?

[ Cheering, Laughing ]

My, my, my.

It is nice to be out of the jungle. [ Laughing ]

And how was your flight, by the way?

Fine. I love spending 10 hours in the cargo bay. How's the shoulder?

Well, my dreams of pitching for the Yankees are over.

This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened, Michael.

Whoever's behind all this is killing our people, and not just ours.

C.I.A., German intelligence-- anyone who gets close gets dead.

So now it's my turn?

I'm not gonna lie. This is dangerous.

But we're betting that Michael Westen can succeed where others have failed.

So you see what we're up against.

Simon, the file and this business with Hart.

Feeling helpful?

Hart had a government file with him.

Something I noticed...

when you were shooting holes in his lower extremities.

If I had to guess, I'd say he was the subject of some kind of federal investigation.

[ Chuckling ] I love it. Hey, we're a team already.

Just so we understand each other, this is my investigation.

Simon came after me. You asked for my help. We do it my way.

Understood.

There's a car waiting for you outside.

Say hello to your mother for me.

Mom.

Welcome home, Michael.

[ Chuckles ] When I got the call that you were coming back,

the guy on the phone was a little vague.

I wasn't entirely sure they weren't shipping pieces of you back in a cardboard box.

I think I'm all here. [ Sighs ]

Well, it's good to have you home. Want a tuna fish sandwich?

Maybe later. Have you heard from Fi?

Um, I left a message that you were coming home.

But no, we haven't talked.

I think she's probably just taking some time to herself to...

sort through all this, you know?

You really should go see her, Michael. I'm sorry, Mom.

About everything.

Go. We'll talk later.

[ Michael Narrating ] The strain of having a loved one disappear for weeks...

affects people differently.

Spend enough time as a covert operative...

and you know better than to try to predict the outcome of a long-awaited reunion.

Michael.

Thank God.

[ Michael Narrating ] Of course, some reunions are more unpredictable than others.

- Fi? - I'm sorry. We're in the middle of something. Here, load this.

Sam and I took a case, and it's gotten a little out of hand.

The client is this lawyer, Winston.

He was helping this girl with her ex.

The, uh, restraining order didn't work.

So he got this judge to impound the guy's bike.

- The guy turned out to be the enforcer of the Breakers. - Breakers?

Biker gang. Baddest in South Florida. They green-lit Winston.

I guess he had the bright idea to try to pay the guy to leave him alone.

- [ Car Horn Honking ] - Oh, that's Sam.

Yeah. Let's go.

Fi--

[ Tires Squealing ]

Missed you, brother.

You and I are gonna get a beer together...

just as soon as this little disaster of Fiona's is handled.

My disaster? You're the one who thought he could call the cops to solve this whole thing.

For the record, they arrested two guys.

Bikers don't care if they get arrested!

[ Sam ] My point is, calling the cops was a lot more effective than your genius idea.

- [ Michael ] Fi, I-- - I have some biker friends.

I made some calls, see if they could help out a little.

Maybe get some firepower. Yeah, right.

And they got their butts kicked from here to Shreveport. Guys! Guys!

I have a loaded machine pistol in my hand and I have no idea what I'm doing!

Okay, here's the short version.

This biker guy, Hunter, is at the lawyer's place, and he brought a posse.

A posse? Yeah, two, maybe three. I think it was two.

Anyway, when Winston called, he was a mess.

So we gotta get him outta there without making the situation even worse than it is.

Bottom line here, Mike, this whole business needs a little Michael Westen.

- Get out here! - It's everything I have, okay. This is all my money!

Please. That's everything I've got.

No, stop. Don't do that.

- Take it and go away! - You think I want your money?

[ Michael Narrating ] The tough thing...

about being marked for death by a criminal organization...

is the fact that once the order is given, the whole organization's after you.

It ceases to be about an individual and becomes about the honor of the group.

And when honor is involved, things tend to get bloody.

You're a dead man! You hear me?

Dead!

Please. That's everything I've got.

No, stop. Don't do that.

Get out, or we're coming in!

- [ Grunts ] - Stay here.

Are you sure, Mike? Yeah, Sam.

This isn't a situation where we want to shoot it out.

- I'm gonna see if I can bluff it. - Bluff it?

Well, at least take some better cards.

All right, hang back. Don't make a move unless things go bad.

And if things go bad?

Well, it was nice seeing you guys again.

[ Hunter ] I'm gonna give you 10 seconds! 10!

- Nine! - Please!

Eight! Seven!

Whoa!

[ Weapons Cocking ]

- Who the hell are you? - I'm the guy telling you to get the hell out of here now.

That so? [ Chuckling, Inhales ]

I count three of us, one of you.

I like that math, pal.

Here's some math. You got semi-automatic .45-caliber pistols.

Me? MAC-10s on full auto.

- I fire five rounds at every one of yours. - I can still drop you.

And I'll at least take two of you with me. You like those odds, go for it.

You know who you're messing with?

Your little buddy in there's got every Breaker in five states coming for him. Coming hard.

I know exactly who I'm messing with,

and I'll pretend that means something for three more seconds.

We'll be back, pal.

Count on it.

[ Engines Starting ]

Okay. So who's that guy again?

[ Engine Off ]

I'm sorry about all that.

We told Winston to stay out of sight, but, you know,

I guess they didn't go over negotiating with biker gangs in law school.

- What? - Nothing.

Are you pouting?

You think I just moved on with my life? Is that it?

Well, I mean, I disappeared, Fi.

I come back and you and Sam are taking clients, acting like nothing ever happened.

[ Groans ] Don't you dare say that!

Don't you dare.

Sam and I kicked in every door we could think of.

We took a client out of respect for you...

because we knew that's what you would've wanted.

Well-- Let's do this right.

Welcome home.

[ Both Sighing ]

What happened to you?

Knowing you, I don't know if I should be more concerned about...

where you were or why you're back.

I guess saving Management earned me a little trust. I'm working on something.

Whoever let Simon loose is involved in something much bigger.

Some kind of international war-for-profit scam. I'm looking into it.

I've seen firsthand what I'm up against. One fight at a time, Fi!

You know what you're doing.

Go on up. I'll get the Charger.

[ Bags Clatter ]

[ Sam ] All right. Just slow down.

We'll figure this out. How? I gave the guy my life savings.

He burned it on my lawn! Any rational human being--

Did Hunter seem like a rational human being to you?

No. No. I guess not.

Okay. Look, these are not the type of folks that you can bargain with.

You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that maybe this "looking for help" thing...

was not such a good idea.

Maybe I should, I don't know, just go to Mexico or something.

That won't solve anything.

Once you're green-lit, you're green-lit.

Every member of the gang is supposed to kill you on sight.

And if you're not around, chances are they'll find anyone they can.

A relative, friend.

All I did was help this woman get away from her boyfriend.

What do we know about the Breakers?

Well, aside from them trying to kill Winston, not a lot.

They've had their run-ins with the law, but all I can get out of my cop pals...

is that they run an operation out of a bar down in Homestead.

Boss is a guy named Big Ed. Apparently, he's quite large.

We'll have to make a deal with Big Ed to call Hunter off.

What are you talking about? You just said we can't bargain with them.

We can't bargain with Hunter. Big Ed runs the gang.

He's the one who can turn off the green light.

Why would he do that?

We'll have to make sure that keeping you alive is in the best interest of the Breakers.

Ah. That easy, huh? [ Chuckling ]

Call Barry.

See, the good thing about a biker gang, an outlaw biker gang,

is that the club owns everything.

Members sign over all their assets, like a cult or a bad marriage.

And this is a good thing why?

It makes it easier to make it look like Winston is mixed up with the gang.

All we have to do is sign over some of Winston's assets to the Breakers.

Make it look like he was running guns for them or drugs.

Go with gunrunning. Just enough so that if they kill Winston...

it'll be an opening for the F.B.I. to take the Breakers down.

What do you need? Their account numbers.

I'm gonna work a little Barry magic,

make it impossible for them to tell where Winston begins...

and the Breakers motorcycle club ends.

According to my cop buddies, the club's office is up on the second floor above the bar,

but it's crawling with bikers and it's locked up tight.

Only the top brass in the gang has access.

I guess we'll have to get a little access of our own.

[ Cheering, Laughing ] ** [ Rock ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Infiltrating a hostile environment...

that reeks of testosterone and motor oil is tough,

unless you're an attractive woman. He's in there.

The gender advantage ends at the door, however.

It's tough to pull off surveillance when everyone wants to talk to you.

Hey. Haven't seen you around before.

Well, I ain't been around before.

I just moved here. Heard the Breakers were the hardest crew around.

Yeah, you heard right.

I'm Earl. It's nice to have a friend, Earl.

Is that who I think it is? Who, Big Ed? Yeah.

Want me to introduce you?

No, it's okay, honey.

I like to make my own first impressions.

But I will catch up with you later.

I promise. ** [ Continues ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Surveillance isn't always about learning secrets.

Relationships are often just as important.

[ Big Ed ] I'm telling you.

He disrespected you, he disrespected us.

He should already be dead by now. [ Hunter ] I know.

I'm working on it.

Guy had some muscle of his own. This dude was strapped.

It's my job to protect this club. We have a reputation.

I don't care who he was or what he was packing.

The next guy that steps between you and that lawyer gets a bullet in the face.

You understand? ** [ Continues ]

* A new world begins to tumble *

* Above ya, beside ya, beneath ya *

* Sometimes on the rare occasion *

* Gotta face my situation *

* When it hits me When I'm staring at the sun *

* I am *

* Sorry *

* But I can't control it *

* 'Cause it's living inside of me *

* I am *

* I'll be *

* But I can't control it *

* It's living inside of me **

What the hell you doing?

What do you think you're doing? Hey.

You can't be in here.

I was just finding us someplace private where we could be alone.

All right. You want to see what I brought for us to play with?

Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

[ Electricity Crackling ] [ Groaning ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Most digital cameras aren't intended...

to take clear pictures of documents.

A handheld scanner, on the other hand, will prevent any contrast or blurring problems.

[ Beeping Continues ]

Earl! Earl, you in there?

[ Beeping Continues ]

Earl! [ Pounding On Door ]

[ Michael Narrating ] If you've got a small-enough frame,

an old-fashioned ventilation system can provide a decent escape route.

Ow! What the hell? What's going on, Earl? You all right?

[ Michael Narrating ] And it'll keep bigger-boned pursuers from following.

I still don't understand how this is gonna help.

Okay? I want to get away from these guys.

Listen, man. It's simple.

Financially, we mix you up with every nasty thing this gang is doing.

That way, if they take a shot at you, they're just inviting the F.B.I. to investigate the gang.

I don't think Hunter's gonna care. The cops already--

They don't care about a few of their members getting arrested,

but they'll feel differently about a massive federal investigation...

destroying the Breakers forever.

What? You're just gonna talk to him? Not exactly.

We just need to get him to where he's unprotected and talk some sense into him.

Oh. Unprotected. Are you kidding me?

I went through all the mortgages linked to the account.

He's got a place up in Boca where he stashes his girlfriend.

You two deal with the paperwork. We will deal with Big Ed.

[ Phone Ringing, Beeps ]

Yeah.

Michael, it's Vaughn. I was wondering if you could stop by.

Got some news you're gonna want to hear.

Drink, Michael?

I'm good, thanks.

You were right on the money about Hart's government file.

He was being investigated by a counterintelligence group...

with an annex near a Miami military base.

You'll need to get into the system, find out what they have.

Here's your ticket in. Should give you access to everything you need.

Don't push it. You have two minutes, give or take.

Remember, if anything goes wrong,

you're just a burned spy caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Are we done? I have some things to take care of. Yeah, right.

I heard you're mixing up with a biker gang.

All right. Well, get back to work, Robin Hood.

Don't get shot. You got a lot of work to do.

So this is Big Ed's house, huh? I guess it pays to be the boss.

This is Big Ed's girlfriend's house.

He has another house down in South Miami. I see.

I'll take the front door. You take the side.

- Five after, exactly. - You got it, Mikey.

And remember. We just want to have a nice, polite conversation with him...

after we kidnap him. Of course.

Keep your head down.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's best to breach a building from two directions.

[ Woman Chuckling ]

That way your target has to choose to defend the front or the back.

If you time it right, both answers will be wrong.

[ Shotgun Cocks ] Nobody move!

[ Woman ] What the hell?

Look, when I said nobody move, I was talking to you, lady.

Ed, what's going on? Just hold on a minute.

- Do you have any idea who you're messing with? - Nobody's messing with anyone.

- We just want to talk. - Talk, huh?

Ed, this son of a bitch won't get his shotgun out of my face. That's far enough right there.

I never hit a lady and I don't want to start. Now back off!

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Grunting Continues ]

[ Michael Narrating ] It doesn't matter how big someone is.

There are certain points on the human body that are vulnerable.

[ Grunting Continues ]

Pressure on the carotid artery will knock someone out in 10 seconds,

no matter how big they are.

Of course, if they're big enough, it can be a pretty unpleasant 10 seconds.

[ Grunting Continues ]

[ Both Gasping, Groaning ]

[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- How's it going? - Hey, Fi.

Well, I won't be sleeping on my back for a while,

but we got Big Ed ready for his conversation.

Well, good luck with that.

- How's it going there? Any movement? - Nothing unusual for now.

Well, if they start pulling guns and rolling out--

Let you know and get out of here. I got it.

[ Beeps ]

[ Woman ] You sons of bitches are all dead!

Oh, yeah. We can hear ya.

[ Big Ed ] What the hell do you people want?

Big Ed, I want you to meet Winston. Winston.

- You're the lawyer that punked Hunter, right? - Something like that.

And now Hunter wants to kill him for it.

I heard it was all over a piece of tail too.

I helped her. I would do it again.

Well, I hope you're happy, little man, 'cause now you're green-lit.

And it ain't just Hunter after you. It's the whole club.

It's about the honor of the Breakers.

You want to put a bullet in me, you go ahead.

It won't make any difference. You're dead.

Okay, let's say he's dead.

Uh, could we not-- Shut up.

Let me explain to you what happens the day Winston here dies.

The feds will find that he was involved with every single financial transaction...

the Breakers have done in the past year.

What are you talkin' about? I don't know this guy. [ Sam ] Yeah?

Why is he driving your car?

Says right here you own his '98 Honda.

I mean, hell, he paid for your fillings.

It says he's involved in everything you do.

And I'm sure the A.T.F. would be very interested to know how Winston here,

who on paper is your most reliable gunrunner, ended up dead.

Anything happens to Winston, it's gonna open the door for a big-time investigation.

Big Ed, you might be willing to die for the honor of the Breakers, but tell me this--

Where's the honor when every single chapter of the Breakers...

will go down for conspiring in this man's murder?

It's your call.

Destroy everything to kill a man you've never met,

or call Hunter off and you all continue to ride.

Who are you? Why are you doing this?

I'm a man of honor, just like you.

[ Exhales ] Give me a phone.

[ Rapid Beeping, Line Ringing ]

Yeah? [ Big Ed ] Hunter.

Yeah, it's Ed.

Listen, meet me at my old lady's house. Come alone.

What's going on? I'm calling off the green light on the lawyer.

What? [ Phone Beeps ]

[ Winston ] Okay, can't we just go?

Not until it's over. We gotta make sure it's settled.

Fi said Hunter left the bar about 20 minutes ago. He should be here.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the most dangerous times in war is when peace negotiations begin.

Until both sides agree on terms, you're sitting on a powder keg.

You know negotiations are off to a bad start...

when people can't even agree on terms with their own side.

- I thought I told you to come alone. - Yeah, well--

Maybe you shouldn't be giving orders anymore.

- Hunter, do you know what you're saying? - You gone soft, old man.

We're not letting that little bitch Winston walk.

- You gave the green light to take him out! - And now I'm turning it off.

Uh, Mike, is this how it's supposed to go?

'Cause I don't think this is how it's supposed to go. What? You said this was--

It's not an exact science.

It's not worth it. Oh, it's worth it to me!

It's not your call.

- So stand down. - Or what?

Stand down or what?

- Start the car, Sam. - [ Engine Starts ]

You're dead. You pull a gun on me?

[ Groaning ]

All right, let's get in there.

[ Gunfire ]

- [ Tires Screeching ] - Open the door!

Come on. Come on.

[ Hunter ] Get him!

- Wh-What do we do now? - Plan "B."

- What's Plan "B"? - I'm working on it.

Keep your head down!

- He's losing blood! - Put pressure on the wound.

There's no way Hunter's gonna back off now.

He shot me. All he's got left is to finish the job.

- Are the Breakers with you or are they with him? - They're with me.

They're not here and he is.

[ Phone Beeping ]

- [ Phone Rings ] - Fi!

I need you to get all the Breakers and head over to Biscayne Highway right now.

- I thought you wanted me to keep 'em away. - Well, things have changed!

All right. No need to raise your voice at me. [ Beeps ]

[ Groans ]

- Hey, that's the chick! - [ Man ] Who is that?

- That's the chick that tased me! - [ Engine Starts ]

- Come and get it, boys! - [ Bikers Yelling ]

- Go! Go! Now! - Get that chick!

[ Engines Starting ] [ Yelling, Chattering ]

Go! Go!

[ Michael Narrating ] Chasing a car with a motorcycle is a tricky thing to pull off.

- [ Ricochet ] - Son of a bitch!

The obvious thing to do is shoot out the car's tires.

Problem is, it's a very difficult shot...

- unless you're alongside the car. - [ Gunfire Continues ]

Unfortunately, it's also pretty tough to hit a high-powered motorcycle...

when you're in a swerving car that's taking fire.

[ Tires Squealing ]

- I'm out of ammo. - Where the hell is Fiona?

She'll be here!

[ Horn Honking ]

Never been happier to see that girl in my entire life. Hang on!

- Sam, I hope you have a plan. - Yeah, kinda.

Oh! [ Groans ]

Uh, Mike, not liking the surrounded-by-biker thing.

It's fine, Sam.

- We made a deal, right? - Yeah.

- Easy, boys. - [ Engines Off ]

It's Ed! Hey, it's Big Ed!

Stand down!

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

You get out here.

- Get his cut. - [ Grunting ]

Everybody, listen up.

Anybody touches him, anybody even looks at him funny,

and you get what this guy gets here!

[ Groans ]

Anybody has a problem with that, speak up now!

You three, I don't know who you are or where you came from,

but I never want to see your faces again.

Right back at ya. Sounds good.

[ Big Ed ] Get this son of a bitch off the road!

[ Groaning ]

[ Sam ] Nice ink.

Thanks.

Guess it makes me untouchable or something?

Just kinda wish it wasn't so big.

Ah. It's a small price to pay.

Yeah. Still don't know how I'm gonna explain it to my mom.

You can tell her it was that or certain death.

I'm sure she'll understand. [ Chuckles ]

Listen, um, I'm sorry I doubted you guys there.

And, uh, you should keep that guy Michael around. You make a great team.

Thank you.

Hey, have fun with that. Yeah.

Oh, God. [ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ] As a spy, you don't have to explain yourself much.

You can disappear for a month and nobody asks questions.

For a certain kind of person,

that's one of the perks of going into the intelligence business.

As a civilian, you don't have that luxury.

Eventually people expect a good explanation when you disappear,

whether or not you have one.

Hello there, Michael.

Hey, Mom.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Well, I thought we should talk.

I know that, uh,

it wasn't easy while I was away.

Having you gone is something I've gotten used to.

You know what was hard?

Having an F.B.I. agent in my house telling me that you're a monster.

I still don't know what's going on.

I was chasing a man named Simon.

He started off years ago as someone who did what I did.

But something happened. He changed. And he hurt people,

and a lot of the things he did got blamed on me.

Now, how is that possible, Michael, if you weren't there?

I spent my entire career officially being nowhere.

So it's not hard to pin things on someone whose job is to never have an alibi.

Well, the other things that he said.

You blew up a bridge? You shot at police?

You didn't do that? Yeah, I did.

I had to get Simon.

He was going to hurt more people if I didn't stop him.

So I broke the law. I worked with bad people.

I did it because I had to.

And that's it? It's as simple as that?

I don't know.

He laughed.

When I caught Simon, he laughed.

He said it was just a matter of time before I was just like him.

He's wrong, honey.

That isn't the son I raised.

[ Engine Off ] [ Sighs ]

So you're going in there. Seriously, Michael. It's not too late to change your mind.

- I need to do this, Fi. - Because of Simon?

- You caught him. It's over. - It's not over.

I need to find whoever helped him get out.

I saw the files, Fi. It's part of something bigger. A lot of people are dying.

And you have to stop it. I don't see anyone else volunteering.

Last I checked,

I was the one sitting in a getaway car outside a secure military facility...

that you were about to sneak into.

I may not like the idea, but I think I deserve a little credit for showing up.

Thank you.

Thank you, Fi.

[ Michael Narrating ] Most military bases have a civilian admin facility nearby.

They're simple places.

Just office buildings filled with cubicles.

[ Beeping ]

Still, they're not places you just want to walk into casually as a burned spy.

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeping ] How we doing out there, Fi?

Well, no alarms seem to be going off, if that's what you're asking.

Are you almost done?

[ Beeping ]

- Just downloading files now. - Michael, get out.

- Give me a sec. - [ Beeping Continues ]

Okay, Fi. Let's go.

Fi, what are you doing? Let's go. [ Tires Screeching ]

- Uh-oh. - What "uh-oh"?

Well, you may have got out clean, but not everyone was so lucky.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the problems with stealing information...

is that it's usually someone else's job to keep that information safe.

It doesn't matter how clean your getaway is.

There's always a chance someone else will get blamed for what you did.

How'd it go, Mike?

You get what you were looking for?

Well, it's a start.

Did you find out anything about-- About your fall guy?

Yeah. I made some calls.

Turns out you were accessing the files...

of a counterintelligence agent named Jesse Porter.

- He's in federal custody. - Are they prosecuting?

Doesn't seem like it. They'd have to declassify the files.

They're gonna blacklist the guy.

Mike, you just burned a spy.