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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.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies spend
a lot of time traveling,

but they don't usually end up
in the most desirable
destinations.

You're much more likely
to find yourself...

visiting a rebel camp
in the Philippine jungle...

or a hidden bunker
in the mountains of Pakistan...

than lounging beachside
in the Bahamas.

But even when
you do find yourself
in a vacation paradise,

- it's still all about business.
- [ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Michael, I can't believe
I waited this long
to come to the Bahamas.

- I am at the loveliest
little beach bar.
- You're at a bar?

What happened to identifying
a dead body at the morgue?

Oh, relax.

Jesse and I
are hard at work.

I doubt the autopsy report
was hidden under a keg
of Red Stripe.

Verifying the identity
of a dead weapons runner...

is not the vacation
a girl dreams of.

You know, don't get mad
if I have a little fun.

Fi, Jesse's contact
wasn't just a weapons runner.

I know. He worked
for whoever
is behind...

all this international nastiness
that you're trying to stop.

I just spent two hours
on a boat with Jesse
singing the same old song--

[ Laughing, Cheering ]

and he's even more worked up
about it than you are.

Lucky for both of you,
I met Ty,

a delightful
coroner's assistant...

who's about to loan me his keys.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

We call this a "love boat."

You can't leave the island
without trying one of these.
No, you can't.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like magicians, pickpockets
rely on misdirection.

Do you like it?
I like it.

Whether you're pulling keys
out of a pocket
or a rabbit out of a hat,

it's all about big distractions.

I can't stop.
Very good.

[ Caribbean Accent ]
You ready to go,
sweet bread?

Excuse me?
Oh, come now.

You've been eyeing me
since I walked in here.

Don't think I seen you
flirting with me.

- Time to dance.
- Oh, no.

- Easy, girl.
Don't be a tease.
- No!

Yo, let her go.

Why you want a confrontation?

Back away before
you get clapped, man.

- What, boy? You back up.
- [ People Clamoring ]

No, don't hurt him. Stop it.

[ Ty Grunting ]

[ Man ]
Go on, break it up.
Break it up. Let him go.

- It's okay.
- Break it up.

Time's a-tickin', Jesse.

Yeah. I'm going
as fast as I can, Fi.

Apparently, this guy's method
of filing things is to not.

- Hey, man--
- Jesse.

Wait, hold on.

Yeah, I got it.

Good, because Ty just walked in
with a cop buddy.

- You need help making it out?
- Nah. Getting by that guy
will be a piece of cake.

Just leave me the car
and go get the boat.

Keys are under the mat, hotshot.

[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies don't always have a choice
of hiding places.

Sometimes it comes down
to taking what's available.

[ Ty ]
Boy, it's been a rough day.

[ Michael Narrating ] But if
you have to hide in something
that's designed to be airtight,

you better hope
the danger passes
before you run out of oxygen.

I guess I forgot them.

[ Exhales ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Hey! That's the guy!

Stop that boy!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Officer ]
Come on!
Don't let him get away!

Stop right there!

Gun it!

Piece of cake, huh?
Just go!

Stop now! Police!

[ Door Opens ]

We've got pictures.
Let me see.

This is the view
from my hotel balcony.

It's gorgeous, isn't it?
Oh, look.

And this is me on the beach
before I went dancing with Ty.

I was really hoping
to see pictures
of the autopsy report.

I gotta warn you,
these are not pretty.

Being strangled
and dropped from an airplane...

pretty much guarantees
a closed-casket funeral.

Check out the part about
the tissue under the nails.

Whoever killed him
has the scratches to prove it.

Anything in here
that proves our dead guy...

was the arms shipper
we were looking for?

The guy I spoke to
had a Lebanese accent.

Our John Doe here
is of Middle Eastern descent.

My guy had a raspy voice,
remember?

This guy's got thoracic scarring
consistent with heavy smoking.

So, looks like we got a match.

- We should get John Doe's
prints over to Sam.
- Knew you'd say that.

Faxed him a copy
as soon as we hit the mainland.

Sam's got a buddy
in Homeland Security
that's gonna run them for us.

[ Beeping ]
No need to do that.

Sam already
called you back.

Why don't you bring me
up to speed all at once?

The dead body belongs
to Jeremiah Kassar.

The name's linked to an address,
but it's a P.O. box.

Place called Mail 'n' More
on 1st Avenue.

You can't rent a box
without giving a real address.

Let's check it out.

Anything else
I should know about?

Did I mention
that Sam wants you
to do him a favor...

in exchange
for turning these
around so fast?

- [ Horn Honking ]
- And he's waiting outside?

Yup. Don't worry about it.

Fi and I can track down
Kassar's real address.

You can go take care of Sam.

[ Horn Honking ]

Hey, Mikey, can we
take your car?

Mine's running
on "E."

Sure, Sam.
What's up?

We're just gonna
meet some friends.

Josh and
Lila Wagner.

- Is this a job?
- You're gonna love them, Mike.

They run this
great little charity
called Help at Home.

They work with soldiers'
families who were
killed in combat.

I volunteer all the time.

Last Christmas, I was
"Sammy Claus" for the kids.

- That's really great of you.
- Yeah.

Yeah. So this is a job?

Well, it's more like
a consultation.

I don't have all the
details, but Josh got
caught up in a scam.

He invested the charity's money
in a company called Blue Crest.

Just tiny amounts at first.

All of a
sudden, he saw
huge returns.

Hey, you're a psychic.

Then after a while, Josh starts
to think how many more people
he could help...

if he just turned up
the volume a little.

He decides to go all in,
and next thing you know,
money's gone.

Sounds like the cops
could consult on this.

They tried it, Mike.

Once the cops got a look
at the paper trail...

they said it would take months
to wade through.

All I want you to do
is just hear
what the problem is,

point us in the right
direction.

And that's it?
Yep.

Point you
in the right direction?

And then I go home?
Yeah. That's it.

And for that, you get
that warm, fuzzy feeling
that comes with giving back.

Plus a free lunch, Mike. Ribs.

You've gotta try these ribs,
Mike.

Josh marinates them in beer
for two days.

You hear what I'm talking?
Two days.

Sam, you have to go
talk to Josh.
Well, that's why we're here.

No, he left.
He went to go
confront Nick Madison.

Okay. Lila, just slow down here.

Madison is the guy
that took the money?

The bank called, and they said
there's nothing we can do.

The charity's getting shut down
on Monday.

I didn't know
it was that bad, Sam.

It is.
And Josh blames himself.

I've never seen him
this upset.

He went to Blue Crest now.

He wants to make Madison
give the money back.

- I just don't want him
to make things worse.
- Don't worry about it.

We'll find Josh and make sure
nothing bad happens.

Thank you.

This is starting
to feel like a job, Sam.

Relax, Mike.
This'll take less than a day
out of your busy life.

And look. Until Fi and Jesse
find the real address
for Kassar...

what else you got to do?

[ Car Door Closes ]

Yeah, so if we could
just have that address,
we'd be so grateful.

It's kind of an emergency.

We're leaving on our
honeymoon cruise tomorrow,
aren't we, sweet potato?

Oh, that's so sweet.

Yeah, well, it would be
if we were legally married.

Scott's divorce
just came through,

and his ex-wife's
idiot lawyer,
Jeremiah Kassar--

He sent us copies
of the paperwork.
And we need the originals, baby.

I know. I know.
I gotta track
this guy down today.

We need a home address.
Oh, I see.

- What's that?
- Our confidentiality policy.

There's no way
I'm giving you that address.

But my parents--
They're flying in
to see us off from New York.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the field,
you can never count...

on your first approach
being successful.

You have to be ready
to change tactics on the fly.

Spies learn to make
lightning-fast observations...

and connect the dots
just as quickly.

Little things like
a family photo with no father
and a missing wedding ring...

can tell you
all you need to know
about a target's soft spot.

Or, better yet, their sore spot.

You want to leave now,
or should I call the cops?

You know what?
Let it go, Tanya.

We're gonna have
to get a court order.

Look, the truth is
Jeremiah Kassar is not
a lawyer, he's a scumbag.

We're with an organization
called Deadbeat Dad Trackers.

Kassar is two years behind
on his child support payments.

- Two years?
- Two years.

And we can go through
official channels, but
it takes a while. You know?

And when I think
of his poor little kids,
I just--

They deserve
a decent pair of shoes.

Come on. Let's go.
[ Clears Throat ]

Wait.

How do you spell his name?

Josh is here, all right.
That's his car.

Nice parking job.
Yeah, well,
he's probably upset.

The guy's on the verge
of losing his life's work here.

Sam, how far
will Josh take this?

- I don't know. Why?
- I think he brought his gun.

- Just give me the money back!
- I don't have it.

I swear to God,
I did not steal from you.

- Liar!
- He's not lying!

Please don't sh-shoot us,
Mr. Wagner.

- Please!
- Josh!

You don't want to do this.

- Sam. What are you doing here?
- I'm here to help.
Just put that down.

- Who are you?
- My name's Michael.
I'm a friend of Sam's.

Listen. Let's talk about this.

- No!
- There's a better way
to handle this, Josh.

No, no, no!
I tried better ways, Sam.

I went to the police.
I asked nicely.

Nothing happened.
Nothing worked.
I am out of options!

We don't want
anybody to get hurt.
We don't want you to go to jail.

I deserve to go to jail...

for trusting the charity's money
to this thieving bastard!

I'm not going anywhere.

Understand me?

Not until I get every penny
of that money back.

Josh, buddy,
I know that you're upset, but--

[ Groans ]
Oh! Oh, my God!

I'm not your goddamn buddy.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Who called the cops?
Okay, get in there.

- [ Sam ] What are you doing?
- I'm locking them
in the break room.

Leave, Sam.
This is my problem.

Mike, Josh is a good man.
I gotta help him.

- [ Sirens Wailing ]
- If he won't give us that gun,
we're gonna have to take it.

[ Man On Loudspeaker ]
Miami police!
Come out with your hands up!

Sam, what are you doing?

We need to get Josh out of here
so nobody gets hurt.

This might not
be the smart play, Mike--

[ Dead Bolt Clicks ]

but I'm following my gut
on this one.

- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- [ Siren Blaring ]

I'm helping Josh.
You're not changing my mind.

- Now move, Mike.
- How?

By making this
a hostage situation?
Come on, Sam.

It's already
a hostage situation, Mike!

- [ Tires Screeching ]
- No matter how you cut this
deck, Josh is going to jail.

I can't get his life back,
but I can sure as hell
make sure...

that Madison doesn't get rich
robbing the children
of dead veterans.

Fine. If this is
about the money,
let's get everybody out,

then go after the money.
Yeah? How?

Look. They're packing up
shop, Mike.

We let 'em walk now,
he's gonna be gone...

before the cops
take Josh's mug shot!

[ Horn Honking ]

What the hell you doing?
How many times I gotta tell you?

Leave!
I'm not going anywhere.

You want your money back,
you're gonna need some help.
No.

This is my fault.

- I'll fix this.
- [ Ringing ]

That would be the police.

[ Ringing Continues ]
Oh, my God.

[ Man ]
Stay clear!

[ Chattering ]

They're not answering,
Lieutenant.

This is
Lieutenant Seth Casey,
Miami metro police.

Whoever you are,

if you want this to work out,
you will pick up
the phone right now.

We need to talk.
[ Ringing ]

- What do I do? What do I say?
- Mike, this train's about
to start moving real fast.

It's not too late
for you to hop off,
but I'm staying.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a hostage crisis,

first contact
with the police is critical.

One wrong word
from a hostage taker
can be the difference...

between the start
of negotiations or the start
of an armed assault.

- Pick up the phone!
- [ Michael ] Stop.

- But he said I should--
- Leave it.

You sound like you're
gonna jump off a bridge.

You answer a phone like that,
and you'll have a SWAT team...

banging through the door
before you hang up.

I'll get it.

I leave when you leave.

[ Tremulous Voice ]
Hello? Hello?

- Who am I speaking with?
- He says I can't answer
any of your questions.

He says that no one
will get hurt as long as
you don't come any closer.

Okay. But tell him
I can't help him
unless I can talk to him.

- [ Michael ]
He says I gotta go.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Don't hang up.
Tell him the line's open.

Any time he wants to talk,
all he has to do is pick--

[ Line Beeps ]

- You hung up on him?
- This is more
of a less-is-more situation.

I'm just buying time.

Okay, Josh. We're gonna help you
get your money back, but only
if you let us call the shots.

Are you sure about this?
You could go to jail.

Right now we're just
two friends trying
to end this peacefully.

As long as it stays
that way,

Mike and I can
get your money back
and stay out of jail.

Deal?
[ Exhales ]
Deal.

Josh.

Sorry, Josh.
Can't have anybody
getting shot by accident.

No bullets?
I was just trying
to scare them.

I'd say you pulled that off.

Find out who works
in that office.

See who these cars
belong to.
I'm already on it.

No phone,
no Internet, no A.C.

Little time in a sauna,
they'll want to talk.

What do we do now?

Now we separate
Nick and Patty
and get some answers.

I got dibs on Nick.

He won't be able to talk
with you choking him.

I'll start with Nick.
You take Patty.

[ Exhales ]

- You okay?
- Who are you again?

[ Sighs ]

Name's Michael.

I'm just a friend
who doesn't want
anybody to get hurt.

I asked Josh
if I could talk to you.

To me?

He's the whack job
running around cracking people
in the face with guns.

[ Stammering ]
Tell him to let me go.

[ Sam ]
I tried that, Patty.

I did everything I could
to walk him out
of this building,

but it looks like
we're gonna need your help.

Because, see, he's not leaving
until he gets his money back.

I know Mr. Wagner is upset,
but he is blaming
the wrong people.

It's like Nick says,
investing is a risk.

You know, you're everybody's
best friend as long
as the cash is rolling in,

but the second--
the second--
somebody takes a loss,

guess who they're
pointing a finger at?
Mm-mmm.

[ Chuckles ]
Is that fair?

Is it my fault
that the economy crashed?

I am not judging you, Nick.

I mean,
these are tough times.

You get a little behind.

It's hard to catch up.

So maybe you move
some money around.

It's not stealing.
It's just buying time.

[ Quietly ]
But if you want
to get out of here alive,

you're gonna
have to come clean.

- What do you want me to do?
- Tell me where the money is.

We didn't steal any money!

[ Groans ]

Do you know why
Josh snapped, Patty?

Because innocent families--
and I'm talking widows
and little kids--

are gonna be
out on the street.

Do you know why?

Because your boss
looted his charity
and you helped him do it!

That is a lie!

Nick would never
do anything like that.

You're talking about
a man who was in tears when
he had to lay off his staff.

He felt so bad,
he's been helping Tom Norris
with his mortgage...

the last few months--
out of his own pocket.

That's the Nick Madison I know.

What if I give you
the computer password--

the password
to our computer system?

You could access
Josh's client file.

There's transaction records,
account statements,

balance sheets, the whole nine.

You could tell him
that I didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe he'd believe you.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Lock Clicks ]

Here's
the last printout.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When interrogators hear
a story without any holes,

they know someone's lying.

Only people who are afraid
of getting caught...

take the time
to rehearse every detail
and anticipate every question.

So?
What's the good news?

The same holds true
for accounting.

Perfect books
are like perfect alibis.

It confirms you're dealing
with a liar,

but there's no way to prove it.

There's nothing here.
Nick must have another
set of books.

They might not even
be in the building.

Can't we just
make him tell us?

Nick's smart enough to know
he can keep denying everything
and wait for the cops.

- What about Patty?
- She's innocent.

Nick conned her
like everybody else.

What are you telling me?
I did all this for nothing?

I'm not gonna
get the money back,
and I'm gonna go to jail?

Hang on.
Patty mentioned a Tom Norris.

Norris. Yeah. He was the first
guy I talked to when I started
investing with Blue Crest.

Patty said
he's Nick's right-hand man.

Dollars to doughnuts,
he knows where that money is.

Talking to him
might be the best move
at this point.

Am I missing something?

It sounds as though
you're planning to talk
to someone who's not here!

- Relax, Josh. We still have
friends outside that can help.
- How we gonna call 'em?

- We're not allowed
to use the phone.
- We can't use that phone.

Dig up what you can on Norris.
Put Nick in the break room
with Patty.

I'll find a way to call out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a hostage situation,

it's standard procedure
for police to run
cell phone jammers...

and commandeer
all the phone lines
in your location.

To make a call
without a police operator,

you need to access a line
they're not listening on.

It's a lot like stealing cable
from your neighbor.

If you can access a common wall
and stretch the conduit,

you can connect your phone
to the unmonitored line
next door.

Mike, that password
Nick gave you got me
into Norris's personnel file.

I got an address,
Social Security number--

Everything but his turn-ons
and his turnoffs.

How long
is this gonna take?

Well, it'll go faster if you'd
give me a little room!

Hey, trying to help.

[ Line Ringing ]
[ Phone Beeps ]

Michael's still not
answering his phone.

Got a feeling Michael's
gonna want to be here...

when we find out
what Kassar was up to.

Well, Sam's favors
tend to involve
a lot of food and drink.

They probably haven't made it
past the appetizers yet.

I guess they'll have
to miss out on all the fun.

Will it be starting any
time soon, speedy?

Kassar wasn't
taking any chances.

He's got a double-cylinder
dead bolt,

which probably
cost more than his car.

This could take a minute.
We may not have a minute.

Here comes
the welcoming committee.

Hey. Can I help you?

Hi.
Hi.

You may already have.
Did you send in your
census questionnaire yet?

[ Laughs ]
We're with the Census Bureau.
Your neighbor here...

didn't take advantage
of the self-addressed
stamped envelope we provided.

Which means
we need to conduct
an in-person interview.

- Yeah.
- Do you guys have I.D.'s?
[ Laughs ]

I hate to sound paranoid,
but we had break-ins
around here recently.

Really?
Yeah.

That is a shame.
In this neighborhood?

Of course we have I.D.'s. Yeah.
Mine is in my briefcase,
which is in the car.

- In the car.
- Hers, in the car.

Would that be the gray Mustang
that's parked out front?

License number GC6-J27?

Strangers make us
a little nervous these days.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Oh.

Oh. It's a supervisor.
We gotta go. Sorry.

Oh. He's a ballbuster.
We gotta take this.

Okay.

Fi? Fi, it's me.

Perfect timing.
Kassar has the nosy neighbor
from hell.

I think getting into this place
isn't gonna be as easy--

Fi, let's worry
about that later.

Right now, Sam and I
are in the middle
of a hostage situation.

Jesus, Michael.
Tell me where you are
and who's holding you.

It's more like
we're the hostage takers.

I'll explain later.
Right now I need you
to find someone.

It's Michael.
Get the details.

Hurry.
Hurry up and open it.

[ Sam ]
Everything okay here, Josh?
Everything's great.

I told Josh if it helps
that I would show him
our bank accounts.

And not just the company's,
but my own personal statements.

Trust me, buddy--
After you see these,

you will know that we
are all in the same boat.

Now here's your proof.

- [ Screams ]
- [ Hammer Cocks ]

You're not trying to help us.
You're with him!

So this
is your show, huh?

Boy, you had me
going there for a minute,
Mr. Good Samaritan--

"I don't want anybody hurt."

- Take them to the break room.
- Let's go. Come on.

You know what this means,
don't you?

You're all going to jail!

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Man ]
They're on the southwest side.

Armed kidnapping,

unlawful confinement--

Madison's right.
We're looking
at some serious jail time.

You're not helping
the mood, Sam.

Sorry I got you
into this, brother.

I'm the one
who decided to stay.

[ Chuckles ]
It's funny.

When I was 10 years old,
I wanted an air rifle...

more than anything
in the whole world,

but my dad
wouldn't get it for me.

So I used
my five-finger discount.

You got caught stealing
a B.B. gun?

Mike, it was a Red Ryder, okay?

My dad told the cops to
lock me up for a couple hours
just to freak me out.

I haven't seen the inside
of a jail cell since.

It's a little early
to call it a day, Sam.

We've still got some cards
to play.

Can I talk to Casey?

Is this Nick or Josh
or Michael Westen?

Still there?

Yeah. I can't
answer any questions.

[ Casey ]
I understand, and I won't
get you in trouble,

but I need to ask a very
important question.

If the answer is yes,
just say "I can't answer that."

- Is everyone safe?
- I can't answer that.

He says he wants a panel van,

full tank of gas,
no side or back windows.

He says he'll hurt one of us
if he doesn't see it in an hour.

I'd love to help,
but I need a sign of good faith.

I can't give him a van
until he releases
one of the hostages.

Uh-huh. Okay.

He says he'll let one of us go
as soon as he sees the van.

[ Line Disconnects ]

We got good news.
We have an escape vehicle
coming.

Bad news?
The negotiator knows
I'm in here.

Oh, geez, Mike.
Maybe we should
just pull the plug.

I'll talk to the cops.
Tell them that we
forced you to help.

One problem at a time, Sam.

First the money,
then the escape.

Let's just hope Fi and Jesse
can get their hands on Norris.

[ Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Making a cold approach...

to a scam artist is never ideal.
[ Engine Starts ]

They tend to assume
that a stranger
showing up out of the blue...

is either a cop
or someone they've ripped off.

My man, Tommy.
How you been, dude?
Listen. We need to--

Either way, you have to be ready
for them to run.

Fortunately, tactical support
can make a foot chase
much more civilized.

Instead of relying
on speed and endurance,

all you need is a distraction
and good timing.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Groans ]

- [ Jesse Chuckles ]
Stings, doesn't it?
- I want my lawyer.

That would help if we were cops,
but we work for Nick.

- What?
- Oh, come on now, Tommy.

Those marks that come in,
just asking to get taken--

Who do you think's
sending them to you, huh?

We're here for our latest cut.

Wait a minute.
You're the crew from Boca?

Why didn't
you say something?
You didn't give me a chance.

I'm sorry, man.
I got spooked.

What did you come
to me for anyway?

You know
Nick handles the payouts.

Huh. You haven't heard.

Get in the car.

[ Chattering ]

[ Tom ] What the hell happened?
Place got raided,
couple hours ago.

Nick gave us a heads-up
on his way out of town.

Said we can get our cut
from you.

- He didn't even call me.
- Focus on our money, Tom.

I don't have your money.
You have access
to the account. Right?

What account?

Don't you get it?

Every time
we wrap up a big score,
Nick converts the take to cash.

He's got a floor safe
in the conference room.

You think
he'll fit?

[ Ringing ]

Fi.
Lucky you, Michael.
You're sitting on the money.

Nick has a floor safe
under the carpet
in the conference room.

Just crack that puppy
and come on out
with your hands up.

It won't be
that easy, Fi.

Sam and I are on the hook
as accomplices now.

Seriously, Michael,
you have to stop
doing favors for Sam.

Have you requested
a getaway vehicle?

Yeah. It's on the way.

You're gonna need a diversion.

And judging from
the police turnout,
it's gonna have to be a big one.

Fi, if there ever was a time
to pull out all the stops,
this is it.

Michael, I never thought
I'd hear you say those words.

[ Phone Beeps ]

- [ Muffled ]
- Move over.
You're lying on my C-4.

He's got it in cash?

It's the last phase
of scams like this.

Cash is almost impossible
to trace.

Yeah, especially
when you use it to buy
a million-dollar yacht...

and sail
into early retirement.

Lookee there.

- Well, hello.
- Son of a bitch.

I'll be right back.

Sam, Madison's not gonna
give him the combination.

I know. We're gonna
have to find another way
to get into that safe.

I got this one, Mikey.

Hey.

We found the safe, you bastard.
Now what's the combination?

- What safe?
What is he talking about?
- Oh, you didn't know?

Yeah, the money Nick stole
is in a floor safe
right out there.

- Is that true?
- Well, there's a safe, yeah.

But there is no money in it.

Then give up the combination!

Show them it's empty
so we can go home.

It's not empty.

Our clients' most sensitive
information is in there.

That's what these guys
are really after,

and when they get it,
they'll kill us.

Just give me back the money!
Back off, Josh.

Do you know what's
stopping me from killing you
right now?

Absolutely nothing.

Kidnapping or murder,
I die in prison either way.

Killing me won't get you
the combination!

Okay.

We just have to do this
the hard way.

What are you--
What are you doing?

I don't care if you burn me
or electrocute me,

or whatever it is
you're thinking!

Relax, Nick.
I just want to borrow
your toaster.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Floor safes are
virtually impenetrable...

as long as they're in the floor.

If you don't have
a jackhammer to pry one out,

you need to get creative.

Homemade shape charges
will do the trick,

but if you want to avoid
turning a standoff
into a full scale breach,

you better have a way
to muffle the blast.

Hey, Mikey. Our buddy Nick
has some top-of-the-line clubs--

Titanium.

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Once a floor safe
is out of the floor,

it offers
about as much protection
as a piggy bank.

[ Sam ] Looks like there's more
than a million, but you might
want to count it to make sure.

- Oh, my God.
- You said there was no money.

Shut up.
You lied to me!

I said shut up, bitch!

- [ Sam ] Down! Down!
- [ Patty Screams ]

- It's okay.
- Sit down and shut up.

- I just need to take you
to the break room, all right?
- [ Whimpering ]

You're okay. You're okay.

You think they heard that?

[ Man On Radio ]
Team 1, strike positions.

[ Man #2 ]
Copy that. Move it.

Dude, this is not good.

This is not good.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Michael, what's up?
The cops are in place.

They're about to breach.
We're not ready.

Forget about the diversion, Fi.
How much time do we have?

[ Fiona ]
They already have entry teams
in place with breaching rounds.

They still need
perimeter support.

You got about five minutes
at best.

- What are you gonna do?
- I wish I knew.

How's it looking? Fi said
we got about five minutes
before the breach.

[ Sam ]
Yeah. Probably less.
The cops are coming in?

Yeah. All right, so look.
Here's what we're gonna do.

Josh and I are gonna walk
outside and give ourselves up.

No, Sam.
I think we might be able--

Save it. If there's any chance
to keep you out of jail,
we're gonna go for it.

I appreciate that,
but I think we might be able
to keep us all out of jail.

The cops don't know who
they're coming in for.

Remember that Parker thing
in Lima?

Lima? No, no, Mike.

You know I like
to roll the dice, but that's
just taking it too far.

- What are you talking about?
- There was a bank heist
in Lima.

Supposedly the guys who did it
made themselves look
like the victims,

and they snuck out scot-free.

If you get Patty on our side
and I put this gun in Nick's
hand, we can do the same thing.

You'd have to do more
than get it in his hands.

He's gonna have
to be pointing that sucker.

Trust me. He's gonna
be ready to shoot somebody.

Mike, you know that story's
just a myth.

Nobody believes
they pulled it off.

Then I guess
we'll be the first.

[ Sighs ]

Patty, this is about
to be over,

and I just want
to let you know that
I'm sorry about what happened.

I know Josh is too.

But, you know,
Nick caused all this.

You think I don't know that?
Everything he told me was a lie.

I don't even want to think
about the people whose lives
I helped that man ruin.

It's not your fault.
He fooled everybody.

That'll help me sleep tonight.

[ Sam ]
You know, it's not too late
to do some good here.

If we work together,

you and Josh can move on
with your lives
when this is over.

What are you saying?

The cops are gonna ask
who the bad guy is.

I'm hoping we all
have the same answer
to that question.

I can tell you right now,
I hate Nick.

Prison would be too good
for that evil bastard,

but he didn't hold
a gun to my head
and keep me here.

You ask me,
you should all go to jail.

[ Josh ]
You're wrong.

I did this.

Not them. Me.

And I'm sorry.

I know it was wrong,
and I am willing
to face the consequences,

but I just couldn't live
with myself...

knowing that those people
were gonna lose their homes...

and not be able
to feed their kids.

So you're gonna
point the finger at somebody,

point it at me.

On your knees.
What are you doing?

You're a smart guy.

Figure it out.

Please.
You can't kill me!

Why not?

We found the money.

We only need one hostage
to walk out of here.

We took a vote. You won.
Wait. Think about it.

You don't want a murder rap.
They'll never stop
chasing you.

[ Muffled ]
Shh.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies are trained
to follow certain procedures...

when holding someone
at gunpoint.

Stand out of arm's reach,

keep your weight
on your back foot,

never take your eye
off the target.

Unless you want
your weapon taken.

Then you do
exactly the opposite.

Sam, what are you doing?
I told you she couldn't
witness this.

[ Grunting ]

Back off.
Now, everybody,
over there! Move!

This kinda sucks for you,
doesn't it, buddy?

You and your friends
are going to jail,
and I'm going to Aruba.

Patty, when we get outside,
it's probably best
you keep your mouth shut.

I can explain the cash.

And if you want to get cute
and mention something
about a scam,

there's nothing you can say
I can't talk myself out of.

So let's go.

Don't be stupid, hero.

I don't think you
have what it takes
to shoot somebody.

Are you crazy?

You're a two-bit
scam artist, Nick.
You're all talk.

That's why
you got into cons
in the first place--

So you wouldn't
have to do a man's work.

You're about to make
the stupidest mistake
of your life.

- Now move.
- Am I wrong, Nick?

You've got the guts?
You've got the guts
to pull the trigger?

You're damn right I do!

[ Hammer Clicks ]

Oh!

[ Man Shouts ]

- He's crazy!
- Don't shoot!

- Let me see your hands!
- He's got a gun!

- Drop the gun! Police!
- [ Electrical Sizzling ]

- Keep your hands
where we can see them!
- Get on the ground!

- Let's take it away.
- Get on the ground now! Do it!

Clear! Gimme those hands!

[ Sam ] Okay, guys. We're good.
Show 'em your hands.
Keep your hands up.

Come on. This way.

How'd it go with Casey?

Just stuck
to the story, Mike.

It's all on Patty now.
Is she with us?

Your guess is as good
as mine, brother.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies don't always
make decisions...

based on training, experience
or potential success
of a mission.

Sometimes it's
just a matter of doing
what you think is right,

even if it means
putting your fate
in the hands of a stranger.

[ Woman's Voice ]
911. What's your emergency?

[ Patty's Voice ]
Oh, my God. He's got a gun!

Please! Hurry, please!
[ Beeps ]

[ Casey ]
That's you, right?
[ Exhales ]

It's okay.

It's all right, Patty.

I know you've had a hard day.

Look, I'm not trying to make it
any harder, any longer.

I have one simple question.
Why'd you make that call?

Josh Wagner came in,
completely out of control.

He said Nick had stolen
over a million dollars
from his charity...

and he wanted it back.

Nick denied everything.
He said Josh was crazy.

And that's when Josh
pulled the gun?

No.

Nick pulled the gun.

He's a liar and a thief,

and he knew he was
about to be exposed,
so he took us hostage.

All of us.

What are you doing? Wait!
You can't do this.

I was a hostage!

[ Engine Starts ]
Westen.

I guess I should be
thanking you.

According to Patty,
if you and your buddy Sam
hadn't been around,

things could've been
a lot worse.

I was just helping out a friend.

Got the department's file
on you.

Says you have a fondness
for explosives.

Just so happens
I got a safe blown out
of the floor in there.

That was like that
when we got here.

You're telling me that Nick
blew up his own safe.

Maybe he forgot the combination?

I don't think I could
ever find the words
to thank you guys.

Those ribs
were a good start.

If you really
want to thank us,
call our friend Barry.

It's time you let a pro
handle your finances.

I'll make sure of it.

So, Mike, I guess
I owe you an apology.

Why? You were right, Sam.
You said it would take
less than a day.

I did, didn't I?

It's one long-ass day.

Hey, Kassar's nosy neighbor
from hell is a block
and a half away.

Dude. You gotta go lighter
on the rake. You're never
gonna get the last pin.

When was the last time
you did this in the field?

I'm saying, window's closing,
super spy. Let's go.

I'm in.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Fresh-painted walls...

and steam-cleaned carpets...

are great if you're a Realtor
showing a vacant apartment.

If you're a spy
hoping to find a clue,

- there's nothing worse
than a sparkling-clean home.
- Maybe Kassar's a neat freak.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you can't even find
spare change in the sofa,

chances are you won't find
anything at all.

You're wasting your time.
Hey.

You want to go wait in the car,
be my guest, all right?

I didn't jump through
all these hoops
tracking this guy down...

just to give up
because you say
it's a dead end.

It might not be a dead end.
Spring cleaning like this
takes time.

Chances are somebody was seen.

You want to go talk
to the neighborhood watchdog.

All right.

I'm letting you know
right now, that chick
is a stickler for I.D.'s.

You just happened
to bring that.

I had a feeling
we might need it.

I'm sorry, Agent Gordon.
I don't think
I'll be of much help.

Oh, you'd be surprised,
Miss--
Kendra.

Sometimes the little details
make a big difference.

When's the last time
you saw Mr. Kassar?

I don't know.
A few days, I'd say.

And you haven't noticed
any suspicious people...

or unfamiliar vehicles
since he's been gone?

Like I said, it's been
pretty quiet around here.

- Sorry.
- Thank you
for your time, Kendra.

Mmm.

What's up?
Says she doesn't know
anything.

So what's that look for?
There were pictures
on the wall.

But Kendra
wasn't in any of them.
Really?

You check out her body?
It was pretty bangin'.

Stay with me.
Something's off here.

No, that's what I'm saying.
A woman with a physique
like that...

doesn't cover it up
to go jogging--
not in this heat.

Unless she's hiding something,
like scratches on her arms.

She kills Kassar, then sits
on the place next door...

to see if anyone
comes knocking.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Every precaution you take...

to make something more secure
also makes it less accessible.

Concealing a high-density
tape cartridge behind drywall...

is a great way
to keep it from being found.

She got away, man.
We just blew a chance
to end this thing.

But if you ever have to leave
in a hurry, you can't expect
to take it with you.

I don't know, Jesse.
I think we're
just getting started.