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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.