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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.

- Mike, I'm telling you,
don't do it.
- What? You don't like the belt?

I'm not kidding around here.
You gotta put a kibosh on this.

Sam, we talked about it.
Well, maybe we didn't talk
about it enough.

You're working for
the same sons of bitches
that burned you, Mike.

And now you're gonna meet
with this Vince guy?

Vaughn.
Vaughn.
Good name for a vampire.

I'm just saying,
I don't think you
thought this through.

I don't love working with him,
but what we're doing
is important.

Why? 'Cause Simon got out?

Okay, he was a bad guy.
Okay, a very bad guy.

But he's stuck
in a dungeon somewhere.
Problem solved.

If it was just about Simon,
maybe, but the guy who helped
him escape has bigger plans.

I know you feel this is on
your shoulders, but it's not
your job to solve everything.

Just walk away.
I got an innocent man burned
for looking into this.

If I stop now, I'll have
ruined Jesse Porter's life
for nothing.

Okay, fine.

But I still think Vaughn
is a vampire name.

[ Door Closes ]

Hey, pal.
You're looking well.

Miami sunshine's
working wonders for you.

Well, I get a little pasty
when my pals lock me
in a secret prison.

So how's our project coming?
Slowly.

I've been looking through
Jesse Porter's files.

It's a few thousand pages
of raw intelligence.

Yeah. We should talk about,
uh, Jesse Porter.

- What about him?
- F.B.I. picked him up,
then released him.

They decided it
was better to let him go.
Keep the incident quiet.

He's been laying low,
making calls to people
around the government...

to figure out
who stole his files.

He's looking for
who burned him.

Don't worry.
We're gonna have him
taken care of.

- Taken care of?
- Look, it's nothing lethal.

Just gonna put him
on a plane to a nice
remote holding facility.

Vaughn, that's a mistake.
It's more efficient
to use him as a resource.

So, you sure you're
not feeling sentimental
just 'cause you burned him?

No. Everything we need
is inside Jesse's head.

You put me in charge
of the investigation.
Let me handle Jesse.

Phone records.

Allied Financial Services?
Yeah.

Jesse hacked
their P.B.X. switch.
He's using it to make his calls.

Bug it, boss.

That should set you on
the way to locating him.

I'm just curious.

Have you thought at all about
what you're gonna say to Jesse
when you find him?

"Hi, I'm Michael.
I destroyed your life."

I'll try to avoid that subject.

Has it occurred to you
that avoiding Jesse
might be a good idea?

You've toyed with him enough.

I'm gonna do everything
I can to help him, Fi.

First, I gotta find him.

Well, I guess a little Sunday
break-in never hurt anyone.

[ Sighs ]

[ Rattling ]

[ Steady Tone ]

We got 90 seconds.

Be surprised what
I can do in 90 seconds.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Housed in office utility rooms,

a P.B.X.
is the phone switchboard
for a whole company.

Using a router
with upgraded firmware,

pros can hack them to
make untraceable calls from
the comfort of their own homes.

It's how spies
get free long distance.

Identifying the right line
to bug on a P.B.X....

is as simple as matching
call times from your records
to those in the computer.

Of course, if you have to
comb through thousands
of phone calls,

it's easier said than done.

Everyone knows spies are good
with languages and firearms.

But they need to be
great storytellers too.

If you can't keep a break-in
secret, you have to get creative
to cover your tracks.

If a company's just
laid off half its staff,

no one asks many questions when
it looks like an ex-employee
broke in to make a mess.

Taking your sweet time, Michael.

You need to buy us
some more time, Fi.

[ Alarm Wailing ]
That's our cue to leave,
Michael.

- What took you so long?
- [ Alarm Continues ]

[ Whispering ]
I thought you were gonna
buy us more time.

I knew you
were gonna say that.

How's that?
Very good.

[ Sam ]
Anybody home?

Mom.

Mom!
[ Gasps ]
Whoa!

- Jesus!
- Okay, we both get a text.

[ Together ]
"Need help now."

And you don't answer your phone?
We thought you
were under siege!

Well, I'm sorry.
I'm not up on texting etiquette.

I'm-I'm converting the garage
to a rental.

And I thought you boys
could lend a hand.
You're taking in a renter?

I am.

I already have him lined up.
He has a cat,
and he's very nice.

- Do you think this
is a good idea?
- I do.

I could use the extra money
and a little company.

Uh, Mom, we use the garage
for work.
Yeah.

For, um--
Private--

- Private work.
- You mean building bombs
and interrogating people?

When you were on vacation
in prison, Michael,
I realized something.

I could use more stable people
in my life.

Not people who sleep with guns
under their pillows.

All right, Mom,
what do you need done?

I promised I'd tile the garage
before he moves in.

You know,
I'm a little hurt, Maddy.

You never spruced the place up
when I was here.

That's because
he's a paying renter, Sam.

Not someone who's gonna
detonate explosives
in my solarium.

[ Static ]

[ Exhales ]

You know, Mike,
some guys...

listen to a thing
called music
while they work.

It's sort of
like talking,

only with,
you know,
instruments.

That tap
on Jesse's
phone line...

is our only lead
on his location.

Let the static soothe you.

So this, uh, Jesse, he was
in counterintelligence, eh?

And?

Well, I was just thinking,
you know,

these are the guys
who interrogate spies.

Their job is seeing through
people like you-- like us.

I know it's risky, Sam.

But right now,
it's the only way I--

[ On Speaker ]
Hey, it's Jesse Porter.

[ Man ]
You shouldn't call me at home.
You're radioactive.

I get caught talking to you,
I lose my pension.

[ Jesse ] Look, I'm not dirty.
Somebody set me up.
You gotta believe me, Freddy--

[ Freddy ] I know. I made
a few calls. Got my hands
on something you need to see.

Okay, what is it?
Do you know who--
This line's not secure.

We need to meet in person,
today.

[ Jesse ] All right.
The park near my place.
Ocean and Lexington. 4:00.

Well, sounds like Jesse
might have a lead
on the person who burned him.

Look on the bright side. We have
his location. I'm calling Fi.
[ Phone Beeping ]

Okay, for
the record,

I already hate
everything
about this.

[ Michael ]
How's it looking, Sam?

Same as an hour ago.
All quiet on the western front.

Mike, I'm projectile
sweating down here.

Turning my new Hawaiian
into a dishrag.

And you know, we're talking
about a poly-silk blend here.

Dry-clean only.
And it's ruined.

Okay, Sam,
you can bill me.

Damn straight.

You know, I feel for Jesse.
Alone, hauled out,

sealed off like toxic waste.

I do too, Fi. Trust me.
I know what he's going through.

Except Jesse didn't
wake up next to someone
who had his back like you did.

As I recall, I woke up
because somebody kicked me.

The point is you have a team.

That team may include
a washed-up old boozehound--

You're on speaker, Fi.
[ Fiona ]
You know what I mean.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Here comes Jesse.

Ooh. He is a strapping fellow,
isn't he?

- [ Jesse ] Hi, Fred.
- Oh, and that must be
Jesse's mystery date.

Thanks for coming, man.

[ Sam ]
Got two S.U.V.s,
blacked-out windows.

Something tells me they're
not with the neighborhood watch.

[ Jesse ]
How you been? You okay?

Jesse, I'm sorry.
What are you gonna do,
right?

[ Sam ]
Okay, that's a trap.
Mikey, this is not good.

They're gonna
have him hemmed in.
We gotta warn Jesse.

We can't let him see us.
If he knows we're watching him--
Here.

We can't sit on our hands
while he gets ambushed.

He won't.
He can get away.
Just hang on, Fi.

Fi, hang on!

[ Freddy ]
He made me call you.

What the hell you
talking about, Freddy?
Who? Who made you?

He had pictures of me.
Threatened to go to my wife.

I'm retired.
My marriage is all I got left.

Freddy, what the hell are you
talking about? What'd you do?
[ Sighs ]

Sam, the bike locked
to the pole behind you.
Pull the chain off the gear.

Okay, Mike, tell me what you
got and make it snappy.

You think that old arm of yours
can hit the power lines?

Are you kidding?

This bazooka took Amalie High
to the Michigan
state quarterfinals.

[ Grunts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Wrap a metal chain
around two power lines...

and you complete a very
powerful electrical circuit.
[ Electricity Crackles ]

It can get you arrested,
but it's a good way to make
a ruckus in a pinch.

Go, go, go!

- You sold me out to Khan?
- I didn't have a choice.

- [ Screaming ]
- [ Man ]
Let's get out of here!

You're lucky this guy
can handle himself.

Well, he's lucky
they had Tasers, not guns.

[ Fiona On Headset ]
I guess we're not the only ones
looking for Jesse.

We gotta find him first,
Michael.

[ Sighs ]
I drove around his neighborhood
for hours. He didn't come back.

Cops found a body
a mile from the park.

Jesse's contact?
Well, I guess he wasn't worth
much after the setup.

So who the hell were the guys
in the S.U.V.s?
[ Phone Rings ]

- I don't know.
- [ Beeps ]

- Give me good news.
You find Jesse?
- I did.

About a minute before he was
ambushed by some amateur
extraction team.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I asked for good news.

Jesse got away.
Do you know if he has
any old enemies in town?

What am I,
Jesse's biographer?
I'm calling you for information.

I need you to use
some of your resources.
Find out--

You're my resource on this.
You wanted to handle this?

Handle it.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like engineers
and wedding planners,

spies obsess over details.

If you always keep a lock with
the logo facing in and suddenly
you find it turned out,

you've got a problem.

When you know someone's about
to get the drop on you, you can
play it safe and walk away.

Or you can pretend nothing's
wrong, go about your business
and get the drop on them.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]
[ Thud ]

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Nightclub's closed on Mondays.
But I'm guessing you're
not here to salsa dance.

You must be Michael Westen.
I heard you were good.

Right now, I'm just a guy
pointing a gun at your head.
Who are you?

My name's Jesse Porter.
And I've got a problem
that only you can understand.

And, uh, I need your help.

[ Jesse ]
That's like meeting
a character out of a book.

Michael Westen,
the burned spy.

People still talk,
you know?

There's the, uh,
he-was-done-wrong folks.

And then there's the
they-should've-shot-him folks.
Which side were you on?

Never mind.
What brings you here?

I was counterintelligence.
Someone stole my files.

Got blamed for the breach.
Eight years.

Eight years, they just booted
me out like it was nothing.

I'm sorry.
For what it's worth,
I know how you feel.

Yeah, well-- That's actually not
my biggest problem right now.

I got an old enemy coming
after me. I figured you must
have a friend in the government.

How else could
you have survived this long?
I just need to talk to someone.

I have friends,
but not in the government.

Your name doesn't even
need to come up.
I can't help you there.

All right.

Thanks for the yogurt.

This old enemy,
does he have a name?

Yeah. Ming Khan.
Son of a bitch thinks I stole
two million bucks from him.

Maybe I could
help you there.

No. Man, look. He's, uh--
You don't know him.
He's dangerous. He's connected.

I said I had friends.
Let me see what
I can do for you.

- Why would you do that?
- Part of me thinks that burned
spies need to stick together.

Yeah? What about the other part?

The other part thinks
if a counterintel op owed me
a favor and got back in someday,

he could put in
a good word for me.

All right, man.
You got a deal.

You know of
any good motels, man?
I can't go back to my place.

You can't go
to a motel right now.

That's exactly where Khan
will be looking for you.
We'll figure something out.

So I'm in charge
of keeping secrets from
a counterintelligence agent?

He's crashing in
a vacant condo next door.

It's not like he's staying
in your living room.
But he is using my duvet.

If another one of your strays
ruins my linens--

[ Whispering ]
I will kill you.

You said yourself,
Jesse needs someone
to watch his back.

That is not fair!

[ Whispering ]
Using that argument against me.

Fine.

There are worse things
than having a very cute
next-door neighbor.

[ Fiona ]
In exchange for this,
uh, downy soft bedding,

you get to tell us all
about this Khan person.

[ Jesse ]
Oh, um--

Most of it's classified,
so I-I can't really--

Let's be clear.
Michael is the spy.

He cares about words
like "classified."

I, on the other hand,
only care about...

who it is I'm supposed
to be fighting.

Okay. Khan was a hotshot
in Asian drug shipping.

Got into some trouble with the
local authorities, came running
to Uncle Sam to cut a deal.

He's a snitch, basically.

He's trading intel
on his terrorist pals
for a life in America.

- You were his handler.
- Yeah.

Got the job of debriefing him,
moving his money to U.S. banks.

First part went fine,
money never showed up.
Chinese got it in transit.

- Poof.
- And he blames you for
stealing his nest egg.

Not to be crass, but have you
considered shooting him?

I'd be all for it.
But Khan's got some
powerful friends.

If I take a shot at him,
they'll come after me next.

That's why I wanted to find
someone in the government
to shut it down.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
But we may be able to do
the next best thing.

You know, if we can get him
busted by the cops, his friends
will keep their distance.

Illegal weapons charges
might do it.

It'll be tough.
But if we keep it really heavy,
25 millimeter, maybe an--

- [ Together ]
R.P.G.?
- R.P.G. Right.

Oh, you're serious.

So you have, like, a magic way
of setting him up for this?

No magic.
We get him to buy the weapons.
We get him arrested.

You're gonna
walk up to the guy,
start talking to him.

I'm a spy, Jesse. That's what
we do. Have things changed
since I've been out?

[ Scoffs ]
Khan is a psycho,
just so you know.

I seriously doubt
y'all have mutual friends.

Mutual enemy will do fine.

[ Chattering ]

[ Speaking Chinese ]

Hey, there.
Can I talk to your boss?
Get the--

[ Bones Cracking ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Quick and excruciating,

few holds are more effective
than a simple thumb lock.

A little pressure
on the right spot--
[ Bones Cracking ]

and your target will be
learning how to hold a fork
with a new hand.

He might want to ice that.
Hey, we need to talk.

[ Groans ]
And who might you be?

The name's Turner.
We have a mutual acquaintance--
Jesse Porter.

Jesse Porter.
Doesn't ring a bell,
does it, Mr. Lee?

So it was someone else...

who ran that half-ass
snatch and grab yesterday?

You know I was this close
to laying my hands on
that son of a bitch...

until you guys
blew it for me?

- How did you find us?
- There's only so many
groups of guys...

carrying serious heat
in Chinese restaurants
in Key Biscayne.

- So what do you want?
- I want to make a deal.

Why would we make a deal
with you, Mr. Turner?

Because I know
where Jesse is.

Unless you guys
have never heard of him.

And then I'll just
finish up here and take
my Mongolian beef to go.

What is it that you
want with, uh, Jesse?

There's a certain cartel
willing to pay top dollar to me
for what's in his head.

I think there is a way
we can help each other.

I'm listening.

Your little fiasco with Jesse
sent him into hiding.

He's dug in like a tick.

Cement wall,
claymore mine in the door.

And you tell me where
this is on what condition?

I need some heavy artillery
to extract him.

I'm low on funds.

I could use
a few extra hands.

So when we find Jesse,
we're supposed to just what,
share him?

That's what we learned
in kindergarten.

I mean,
you get what you need,

and then I take him
with me-- Win-win.

We will find him
on our own. Thank you.

We don't go on armed assaults
with randoms off the street.

- Okeydokey, but--
- Good day, Mr. Turner.

Can I take
the Mongolian beef?

I told you. A sales pitch
isn't gonna do it--

Give it time. Khan's tempted.
We just need to push him
a little bit harder.

Right now they think they
can handle you on their own.

But we'll convince them
they need help. My help.

How do you propose to do that?
There's someone
I want you to meet.

Jesse, this is Sam Axe.
He's a former Navy SEAL
and a friend.

- Hey. Good to meet you.
- Likewise.

So, Mike told me
about your problem.

I had a buddy pull some
paperwork. Turns out Mr. Lee
rents a place on Star Island.

So here's what I'm thinking.

Next time these guys head out
for grub, we stage a mock
ambush on 'em.

Jesse, if you can position
yourself on the outside wall
here,

you can hose the place down
with your assault rifle.

Do a triangle-of-death thing.
Drive 'em into here.

When you stop to reload, I'll
swoop in, scare you off, and I
become Khan's guardian angel.

Okay, let me see this.

I dig it. I dig it.
Just if we're gonna do
the triangle of death,

we gotta do it
from inside the wall, like,
right here, like, in his face.

There's an armed guard that
patrols the grounds, Jesse. If
you get any closer than that--

I'll have to deal
with a rent-a-thug
all by my little self.

Okay, uh, quick F.Y.I. here.

We plan our missions with
the wacky idea of getting
everybody out in one piece.

So just sit back, relax
and let us worry about
the heavy lifting.

So, Mike. You think
this is gonna convince Khan
to work with you...

or just that he should
pack up and leave?

Well, he thinks
Jesse's got his money.

He'll do what
he has to do to get it.
Just cover me when I go in.

Did I mention I'm not a fan
of running a mission
with a kid we barely know?

- Ten times.
- I'm just saying, these
counterintel types, Mike--

They're lone wolves.
They are not team players.

This is Jesse's best shot
to getting Khan off his back.
He'll behave.

Here we go, Sam.

[ Sam ]
Okay, that's where Jesse
is supposed to set up shop.

And yet he's still moving.

[ Sam ]
What the hell is he doing?

His version of the plan.
Watch my back.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Grunting ]

Hey, Khan!
You looking for me?

You want your money,
come get it!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like pro athletes,

spies know that no amount
of practice or planning...

simulates the adrenaline rush
of real action.

That's why you always have
to be ready to adjust tactics
on the fly.

If a teammate suddenly decides
to shoot at you...

to convince the bad guys
you're enemies,

you go with the flow...

and shoot back.

Unbelievable.
Are you trying to die?

- Mr. Turner.
- At your service.

Oh, come on, Mike.
I can't take out four jokers
in one go.

Is this your way of thanking me
for saving your hides?

You have a bad habit
of showing up
where you don't belong.

Are you guys impaired?
Am I talking too fast?
Is that it?

I mean, I'm trying to get Jesse.

It doesn't take a genius
to figure out...

that he'd try to hit your place
after you went after him.

You still think
you can handle Jesse?

Fine. Kill me.

But the next time he pays you
a visit, you're gonna need
more than new lawn art.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether it's in the field
or a showroom,

the most powerful move
at the end of a sales pitch
is to just walk away.

It's an effective technique
to close a deal.

But it can also get you
shot in the back.

You have a flair for
the dramatic, Mr. Turner.

You've made your point.

Is that your way of saying you'd
like my help catching Jesse?

I'll be back tomorrow
with shopping lists.

Crack your piggy bank.
It's gonna cost ya.

Oh, and Khan,

tell your sidekick
his safety's on.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, hey.

[ Gate Closes ]
Oh, yeah.
Sorry about the car.

Hope you take a personal I.O.U.?
Good as gold.

What the hell
did you think you
were doing back there?

Kicking ass.
What? I had to get in close
to sell it. I got it done.

No. We got it done. You pull
that Lone Ranger crap again,
you and me are gonna dance.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- We're gonna dance?
- Uh-huh. We're dancing.

I will beat your old ass.
Come on. Pull the trigger.

Do it!
Calm down!

What matters is that
I'm in with Khan and Lee.

You want to finish this
when I'm done, fine.
We have work to do.

Okay by me, Mikey.
Sooner we put 'em
on a platter for the cops,

sooner we're done
with Billy the Kid here.

All right. So you got
the meeting with Khan.

- What happens
if they smell a setup?
- We'll cross that bridge later.

For now, I need them
to buy enough artillery
to start World War III.

[ Michael ] I don't know what
level of experience you have
with this sort of thing,

but the trick with a bunker,
it's not about getting in.

It's about getting
the target out alive.

Well, I need him alive.

Right.
So this is what I propose.

Now, I can arrange delivery--

Three Barrett rifles,
tungsten-tip rounds?

Designed to
punch holes in tanks.

It'll cut through that bunker
like it's made of tissue paper.

A breaching ram,
military-grade tear gas
and a grenade launcher.

Yeah. We pump in some gas,
flush out Jesse
like the rat he is.

This is not even legal.
This kind of firepower
is way too risky.

Too risky.

[ Spits ]
You know, I spent 15 years
in special ops--

interrogating, tracking,
climbing into caves
in Afghanistan.

You ever done that?

Yeah, I didn't think so.
I know what it takes
to get it done.

[ Lee Speaks Chinese ]

I say we find Jesse on our own.
Take care of him our own way.

You know, your boy here
is awfully opinionated.

Last time I checked, though,
Jesse's hunting you.

He makes a point.

I've been hunting Agent Porter
for a long time.

I know what makes him tick.
I know what it takes to get
what you want from him.

But I need the right tools
to grab him.

You have the cash.
I can get a guy who can
get everything we need.

Now I'm tired of
Mr. Lee second-guessing
everything I say.

If we have a deal, you say so.
Otherwise, I go my own way.

Provide an account where
you'd like your money wired,
Mr. Turner.

[ Clears Throat ]

We will make
the arrangements.

Fi, Khan went for it.
Let's get a truck ready.

Make it look like I'm a guy who
moves a lot of heavy weapons.

Any preference on color?
I'll leave that to you, but
I need it by tomorrow morning.

I gotta head to my mom's.
Her renter's cat found
some of my old detonators.

Uh-oh.
Bye-bye, tenant.

Yeah, he moved out.
Can you and Jesse
handle the truck?

I'm sure we'll be fine.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When using a street vehicle
to haul serious weapons,

some modifications
are in order.

Heavy-duty coil springs
are used by dune buggies
to race across the desert.

Add them to
your suspension system,

and you can hit a few potholes
without snapping an axle.

A strut brace over your engine
stabilizes your center
of gravity.

And nothing helps
with a fast getaway
like a nitrous oxide tank...

connected to
your fuel injector.

All righty.

Think that's
everything Westen needs
for his gun deal with Khan?

If Michael can't make
an escape in this, then
he deserves to get caught.

[ Chuckles ]

You're pretty handy
with that wrench.

You're pretty handy
with a gun...
for a desk jockey.

Michael told me
about your little
one-man rampage at Khan's.

I actually started
in the field.

They stuck me in counterintel
'cause I tended to, uh,
go after all the bad guys,

not just the ones
they wanted me to get.

Turns out some guys can watch
a dude smack his girlfriend
around in a bar...

and some guys can't.

I knew I liked you.

Michael's gonna be a while.
You, uh-- You want to
take it for a spin?

[ Fingers Snap ]
Hell, yes.

- [ Fi Chuckles ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael ]
Who says Christmas
only happens once a year?

The Barretts are in the bag.
Here are your launchers.

Turn that frown upside down.
Are we happy?

We are.
The rest of your money
is on its way now.

So when do we find Jesse?

I'm gonna take you to him.
Let's mount up. Just give me
a hand with the ammo.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies know
the most distrusting people are
often the easiest to manipulate.

If you want someone to drive
around with a trunk full
of illegal weapons,

just insist on
doing it yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell do you think
you're doing?

I'm... putting the guns in.

I mean, this truck has been
specially outfitted
for the weight.

No way.
You think we're gonna
spend that kind of money...

and just let you
drive off with it?

I'm not driving off with
anything. I'm meeting you
at the bunker.

And we're just supposed to
trust you, right?

[ Speaking Chinese ]

We take the weapons.
[ Chinese ]

You know, with all
due respect, Mr. Khan,

are you out of
your frickin' mind?

You know how illegal
these guns are.

Your fender's gonna be
dragging on the pavement.

- [ Suspension Creaking ]
- Some port authority stooge
is gonna call the cops.

Right now, I'm more worried
about you than the cops.

Suit yourself.

[ Bag Thuds ]
Lift with the knees.

[ Suspension Creaking ]

Uh, yeah.
Hi, police?

Um, I think
I just saw a drug deal.

Yeah, guys with guns
loading bags.

Uh-huh.
Hyperion Road, by the port.

- [ Michael ] Take the
next left, two blocks.
- [ Speaking Chinese ]

- [ Rattling ]
- [ Sirens Wailing ]

Damn.
What did I tell you?

- [ Speaking Chinese ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you find yourself
in a high-speed pursuit...

while driving in a caravan,

you don't always have to be
faster than the cops.

You just have to be faster
than the guy next to you.

- Of course, it helps if you
are faster than the cops.
- [ Gas Hissing ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Sirens Continue ]

[ All Grunting ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Sirens Stop ]

Hands on your head!
Hands on your head! Get up!

Get up! Get up!
Get up against-- Get in there!

[ Officer ] Stand up.
Officer,
let-let us explain.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]
[ Officer #2 ] You have
the right to remain silent.

You worried about the cops now?

Jesse, it's Michael again.

Where are you?
Call me back.

[ Fiona ]
Four messages?
[ Phone Beeps ]

Don't you think you might
seem a little desperate?

He took us out
for a hundred dollar
thank-you dinner last night.

- And now he won't
return my calls?
- Relax.

All his stuff
is still at the condo.

I don't think
Jesse's the type to leave
without saying good-bye.

He's not you.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- It's Khan.
- Shouldn't he be in jail?

[ Ringing Continues ]
Let's find out.

[ Beeps ]
Khan!

Oh, I thought
you got pinched.

Yes. Years ago, I did
a favor for the people at
the Drug Enforcement Agency.

[ On Speaker ] It wasn't easy,
but my lawyers persuaded them
to, uh, return the courtesy.

Oh, you were sitting on
a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Oh, that's beautiful.

Listen, give me another day.
We'll take another run at it.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You see, Jesse stuck his head
out when he thought I was gone.

[ Groans ]
He was unaware I kept his
apartment under surveillance.

You got Jesse?

Picked him up two hours ago.

We've been trying to
get him to talk, but so far
he has been uncooperative.

[ Electricity Crackles ]
[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Panting ]

Now you said you
knew all about Jesse...

and the art of, uh,
interrogation.

- Perhaps you could
come talk to him.
- Oh, it'll be my pleasure.

Yeah, you remember
our deal though.

You get what you're after,
and then I get Jesse.

That only works
if he's in one piece.

I'll try not to do
any permanent damage.

[ Panting ]

- [ Electricity Crackles ]
- [ Screaming ]

[ Fiona ]
At least the cops seized
Khan's heavy artillery.

Five of them, three of us.
It's almost a fair fight.

No, we can't solve this
with guns, Fi.

It's too easy for them to just
kill Jesse if things get hot.

Well, do you have
a better idea?

Yeah. We need
to convince Khan
to let me take Jesse.

Wait. Did you hit your head
during the car chase?

Khan is not gonna let you take
Jesse until he gets his money,

which is a problem
because Jesse didn't steal it.

I know, Fi. We're gonna have to
convince him that someone else
stole the money.

- Someone? Who?
- Lee.

Well, how are you
gonna pull that off?
He's Khan's closest adviser.

Which means he had access and
opportunity. I can sell this.
You find Barry.

You have him get everything you
can about the account Khan used
to buy the guns.

If Khan pays Lee
from the same place--

We can use it to get
Lee's personal bank account.

But... if I do get a number,
how are you gonna make
Jesse say it?

I'm gonna bring Jesse
a cheat sheet.

Fi, baby.

I told you on the phone.
I can't talk now
'cause I'm in a meeting.

Oh, well, uh--

Meeting adjourned.
Scram, honey.

I--

What the hell was that?

You just cost me a client.

Although that was smoking hot.

My business accounts.

A bad man bought
some guns from me.

I need you
to trace this wire transfer
back to the source.

I need information about
the original account.

Transfers, linked accounts,
names, dates, everything.

So you only want the moon.
That can't be done.

You're asking me
to bribe bank officials.

Oh, you've never bribed
a bank official?

Yeah, I have, when
I'm looking for new clients,
but this is my business.

[ Typing ]
[ Beeps ]

[ Sam ]
I think I got
something here, Mike.

You wanted someone who could
pass for a relative of Jesse's.

Cathy Porter from Dallas.
She passed away five days ago.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
It's the right age,
right complexion.

Well, that is perfect, Sam.
[ Beeps ]

Fi, tell me you got something.

Lee's personal accounts
are in Antigua.

Looks like Khan pays him
30 grand a month.

You are a miracle worker!

Yeah. I'm sending you
the number now.
Oh, and Michael?

Barry made me promise him dinner
to hear how he can maximize
my offshore finances.

- You owe me.
- Yes, I do.

All right, change Cathy's
birthplace to Antigua.

And we need to adjust
the online archive number.

You sure you want to play
follow-the-leader with Jesse?

I mean,
the guy's not exactly great
at taking direction.

I got him into this, Sam.
I'm gonna get him out.

How's our boy?
Still breathing.

He won't speak,
despite our encouragements.
Well, what did I tell you?

If you hurt him, it just makes
it that much harder to get
anything useful out of him.

The man stole
a lot of money from me.

Until I find out what happened
to it, he's mine to deal with
as I please, Mr. Turner.

Jesse probably spent the money
years ago. We should just
kill him and be done with it.

And stop doing business
with strangers.

Did you guys talk about killing
Jesse in front of him?

In English?

I thought so.
There's your problem.

I mean, if a man
knows he's gonna die,
he has no reason to speak up.

And how will you
motivate him? Kind words
and a warm cup of tea?

No. With what's inside
this briefcase.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Few things are more dangerous...

than passing a message
in plain view of hostiles.

To do it, you need a reason
to get close to someone.

You don't get to be
choosy about how.

Looks like
we got a bleeder.
Hello, Agent Porter.

Now, Agent Porter, I know
why you haven't been talking.

You think you'll be killed
if you admit you stole
Khan's money.

You need to
understand something.

Your life
is not the only thing
that is on the line.

This is an obituary
of one Cathy Porter,

killed five days ago
in a home invasion.

Can you see the resemblance?

Wait a minute. What?
For what it's worth,

she had some nice things to
say about you in the end.

No. What?
You killed my Aunt Cathy,
you son of a bitch!

How else was I gonna find you?
You know, she put up a good
fight for a civilian.

She is survived by
her sister Deborah.

You know her as Mom.

I was thinking about
paying her a visit next.
Maybe not.

So, I want you to look at
this picture very closely...

when I ask you
this question.

The money,
where did it go?

Some guy called me.
He, uh--

He said he'd kick back
a hundred grand in cash...

if I routed the funds
to his account in Antigua.

Antigua?
That could be someone
connected to our banks!

Mr. Khan, let's not discuss
our personal funds--

I want you to give me
the account number
you sent the money to now!

I don't know!
It was a year ago.
I can't remember.

It's over!
The money's gone!
Let's just shoot him!

What did I say about
threatening his life?

I don't know
what his problem is.

But if you want to find
your money, you'll tell him
to keep his mouth shut!

Lee, enough.

Jesse.
May I call you Jesse?

I want you to think about
your Aunt Cathy and about her
last moments on earth...

and whether you want
the same thing to happen
to the rest of your family.

I want you to look at her,

and you think about her.

Does this jog your memory?

And don't tell me
you don't know.

Spies, they're trained to lie.
They're also trained
to remember numbers.

- He said he'd kill me.
- You think I won't kill her?

9 Alpha 6 4 dash 2 Echo 3 5
dash Charlie 0 1.

That wasn't so hard.
Now was it?

Now what you'll need to do
is find out whose account--

You're lying!
He's lying!
You stay off!

That's my account!
How did you get--

Khan, tell him to put that
gun down! I've given you
everything you've asked for!

[ Hammer Cocks ]

What are you doing?
[ Speaking Chinese ]

You know what happens to
people who steal from me!
Huh?

Huh?

[ Groans ]

Mr. Khan? Mr. Khan?

I've seen that wound before.
He'll survive, but you gotta
get him to the hospital.

That was awfully Christian
of you, giving Khan
free medical advice.

Well, I have seen
that wound before,

and he'll be dead
in five minutes.

Oh! Go through all that trouble
to save my ass...

and leave the old guy
in charge of the getaway.

Buckle up, rookie.
Try not to bleed
on the upholstery.

Gotta hand it to you.
Your little trio can handle
its business.

Yeah. We have a few
notches in our belt.

Hey, thank you for this,
but I see why the condo
next door is vacant.

There's a bee infestation.
It's constant buzzing.

It's like I'm living
in a frickin' hive.
I gotta find a new place.

Oh, there's no need.
We have a friend with
a space, don't we, Michael?

My mom?
Fi, I don't think
that's a good idea.

She has enough burned spies
in her life.

Well, I already spoke to her.
It's done.

Okay. Well, thank you, Fiona.

Why did you
go back to your place
when Khan grabbed you?

What was worth the risk?

It's a...
Saint Christopher's medal.

Patron saint of safe passage.
It belonged to my mom.

She had a thing about
keeping us protected.
[ Clears Throat ]

- Well, I guess
it worked for you.
- Yeah. Yeah, just not for her.

Michael.

- Man, let's celebrate.
- What are we celebrating?

You had a great week.
You won Jesse's trust.

Now we can root around
inside that brain of his.

And by this time Friday,
we'll have everything we need.

I wouldn't be
too optimistic.

I'm working him
for classified details
about a conspiracy.

If I push too hard,
he'll get suspicious.

Well, if you need some help
getting him to open up,

- I have some friends
who can help facilitate.
- Torture.

Point is, Michael,
we're on a clock here.

So for Jesse's sake,
get at it.

This is my very best
gun cleaner.
Little goes a long way.

Thank you.
I'll use it wisely.

He's trouble.
I like him.

You know, it's really nice
of you to let Jesse stay here,
but he can't pay you rent.

That's all right.
He's already offered me
several grand in I.O.U.s.

Mom, I thought you wanted
someone nice staying here
who liked cats.

Now you're sharing
gun cleaner.

Yeah, well, nice is overrated.

I forgot how much I hate cats.

I mean, you and Sam and Fi
may be nuts,

but, you know, you're doing
something with your life,

and I just like
being a part of it.

What kind of sissy
wouldn't sleep with a gun
under his pillow anyway?

Love what you've done
with the place.

Don't knock it.
Your mom's my decorator.

I can tell.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, listen.
If you're gonna stay here,

we should probably talk about
why you were burned.

Told you.
I got set up.

People don't just get set up
for no reason, Jesse.

You asking me about
top secret information,
Westen?

Well, if you're like me,
you won't stop
kicking over rocks...

until you find out
what happened.

You're out in the cold, Jess.

- It's dangerous to do it alone.
- Yeah. So I've noticed.

I was looking into
some pretty serious stuff
when they threw me out.

Wars, terror attacks.
I had a lead on a guy
that was tied into it.

Maybe I got too close.
I don't know.

You want help finding that guy?

Look, before
I let you in on this,
I need to tell you something.

I'm seeing this through.

One day, the old bosses
are gonna welcome me back.

They're gonna
give me a commendation,
and I'll smile for the camera.

But then
I'm gonna find the person
that ruined my life...

and I'm gonna kill him.

Are you good with that?

Yeah, I'm good with that.