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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 ]
Interrogating
a hostile prisoner...

is a little like
proposing marriage.

You want to get it right
on the first try.

So you don't settle
until you find the perfect spot.

You take special care
to create the right ambience
and set the mood.

[ Drill Whirring ]

[ Drill Whirring ]

And then you wait
for the best moment
to pop the question.

Let's go.

What?
We said 48 hours, man.

It's been 48 hours, 17 seconds.

I'm sick of waiting.
Let's go.

Do you know how many months
I spent trying to link
assassinations in Chile...

to bombings in Hamburg,
to bank accounts
in Switzerland?

I finally get one lead.

Kendra in there
strangled him to death.

I kinda want to know why.
Let's go.

So do I, but that's
not a Girl Scout in there.

Kendra's a trained operative.
You can't just go in there--

She tried to put a knife
through your heart, Michael.

- You want to go in
and play it cool?
- Not exactly.

Listen. We don't know
anything about this woman,

other than she likes
to wear tight pants...

and dump bodies
from the wheel wells
of planes.

All right?
We gotta break her
from scratch.

Fear up.
That is the only technique
on the menu.

- If I could finish a thought--
- [ Exhales ]

It's not about what we know.
It's about what she knows.

She knows that
we're not government.
That means we're private.

That means we can sell her
as an uncooperative prisoner.

- You're talking
about a rendition play?
- I was trying to.

- Okay. Delta's had some success
with that in Afghanistan.
- Yeah, I know.

I hope you listen better
in there.

Just follow my lead.

[ Chuckles ]
There he is.

I'm glad you came back.
I was getting so lonely.

And look.
You brought a friend.

Let's start with something easy.

Who do you work for?

Where's your staff?

You're only gonna get so many
chances to answer my questions,
so pay attention.

I get where you're going
with the whole vibe here.

But you need a cart
with some scary pliers
and a saw.

- Stuff like that.
- That what you want?

Just tell me who you work for.

I'll give you a hint.
I don't work for that guy.

That much I know.

I had a nice little chat
with his Serbian pals.

They perked right up
when I told them...

I was holding
the woman who killed
their weapons supplier.

Pretty sure they have one
of those carts you like,
with all the tools.

So what?
I answer your questions or--

I get paid,
and you answer theirs.

[ Chuckles ]

Shall I give 'em a call?

[ Michael Narrating ]
The threat of rendition
is usually more persuasive...

than the fear
of immediate torture.

For prisoners
who want to believe
that they've hit rock bottom,

the idea that
their circumstances
could get even worse...

is a powerful motivator.

It's kind of like
the grass always being greener,
only in reverse.

One last chance, Kendra.
Who do you work for?

You know, one time
I did an interrogation
with some Eastern Europeans.

They like to start at the feet
and work their way up.

But even if they made it
all the way to my head--

say like this--

I think I could handle it.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure
that I could handle it.

- Okay, that's enough.
That's enough. Stop.
- [ Laughs ]

Oh, you're just adorable.

- Thank you. It's so sweet.
- Outside! Now!

[ Laughing ]

What the hell was that?

One of us had to stop her
from scrambling her brains.

I know.
You did the right thing.

What?

Yeah. I know I did.
So what? Why did--

Rendition only works
when the bad cop
isn't in the room.

She invited him in
and kicked him in the teeth.

Our play was dead.
We needed a new one.
Now we've got it.

We don't have a damn thing.
That woman is a predator.

She's overconfident
around people
she thinks of as prey.

You're the prey, Jesse.

So I'm the weak link.

I'm the guy with the bosses
breathing down his neck.

That's what I was trying
to tee up.

Okay. All right.

But look, if we make
the soft play, it is just me
in that room from now on.

Okay? I gotta be
out on an island by myself.

That's the only way
this can possibly work.

I know.
And this better work.

- You want me to what?
- You know, back Jesse up.

Okay. Mike, you lied to me.

You brought me
here under
false pretenses.

I am now officially
eating my lunch...

and drinking
my beer in protest.

Noted. But I didn't lie to you.

I said I needed your help,
which is true.

Yeah, but I thought that meant
I was gonna interrogate Kendra.

Since when am I the backup guy?

Jesse's gotta come off
like a weak underling.

He needs an unseen boss
from hell.

He needs
your booming baritone
rattling the walls.

The dulcet tones
of Sam Axe, huh?

Mike, you think
this is the smart play?

This is not gonna be easy
for Jesse to pull off.

I know. That's why
I need you in there.

Jesse's new.
He can't do it alone.

I need you to supervise
and play hard-ass.

Okay, I'm in.

But if Jesse doesn't break her,
the big dog gets to eat... more.

Just so long as
the big dog is happy.

Michael, shall we?

So where you
two lovebirds
off to? Hot date?

A job referral.
Big money gig.

Some guy, a friend of a friend,
makes knockoff handbags.

He's in some kind of trouble.
Needs us to bail him out.

I'll swing by as soon as I can.
Hopefully this won't
take too long.

Oh, yeah. It never does.

Don't let him slip you
any wooden nickels.

Sorry about the mess.

These were all supposed
to be in Vegas last week.

There are
just so many.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh. Those would look great
on you.

Take them.
I have hundreds of them.

I forge high-end luxury goods--

"Every bit as delicious
as the real thing.

Slice the price."

- It's my motto.
- Do these come in blue?

So, Buddy, how about
you tell us why we're here?

I'm pretty sure that
the client on my last job...

is trying to kill me,

so I needed
a special
strike force--

a commando team--

which is what I heard
you guys were.

- What's this?
- It's my last job.

Two little onyx lion heads
and a piece of tooled leather.

I have no idea what it's for,

but the guy offered 20 grand--

Five up front
and 15 on delivery.

Twenty grand? For this?

Yeah.

Sorry.

- Who's the guy?
- Honestly, don't know.

He never left a name.
We never met in public.

He used one of those
voice scrambler thingies.

- So just a couple red flags?
- It gets worse.
Let me show you.

I came out here
for a little celebratory soak,

and I damn near zapped myself
into the next life.

He electrified my Jacuzzi.

[ Michael ]
And you didn't think
to call the police?

Attempted murder
usually interests them.

[ Chuckling ]
What was I gonna tell them?

That I was almost
the victim...

of a hot tub
assassination
attempt?

It looked like an accident.

Plus, I've got
an allergy to cops.

That's why I called you.

Buddy, I don't think
we can really help you.
Oh--

If it's about the money,
you can name your own price.

I know that this guy
is gonna come back
and kill me,

and I don't have
anyone else to go to.

[ Sighs ]

Don't worry, Buddy.
We're gonna help.

- You will?
- Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you so much.

You mentioned
that when he called,
he had a voice scrambler.

- Did you get a number?
- I did better than that.

I greased a woman
at the phone company with
some Jimmy Choo knockoffs,

and she--
what-do-you-ma-call it--

triangulated
where the calls came from.

And then I went
and bought this little honey.

So I thought,
you know, we could go
and catch the guy together.

Why don't you just give us
the address, and we'll
take it from there?

[ Grunts ]

For someone
who wires hot tubs
to kill people,

I can see the appeal
of an abandoned
machine shop.

Those doors
are reinforced steel.

Either I get 20 minutes
of quiet time, or we
come back with a blowtorch.

[ Michael ]
Fi?

Looks like someone
has been here recently.

Fi, I got an antenna
on the roof.

Look what I got.
A security camera.

Okay. Let's slowly
and casually move away.

He might not have seen
our approach from--

I think he saw us.

I'm gonna call 911.

How very civic-minded
of you, Michael.

You don't guard a roomful
of belt grinders
and band saws with a bomb.

Something in there
is worth finding,

and it won't be around
much longer if that fire
doesn't get put out.

Fire and Rescue's not
gonna let you just waltz
right in there, Michael.

One problem at a time.

Okay, let's go.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Jesse ]
Hey.
Hey.

Michael's gonna try
and swing by.

I guess he got caught up.
It's all good, man.
We're doing our thing.

So if you don't mind?
Right. Yeah.

With great pleasure.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Shouting ]
Were my instructions
too complicated...

for you to understand?

Do I need to speak
in single-syllable words?

Maybe draw you a picture?
Now quit playing nice!

Get in there and get me
some damn answers!

Sorry, man.
Got a little
caught away there.

[ Michael Narrating ] Every
interrogation is a struggle
between two parties for control,

but when forward progress
depends on you giving up
this control,

you have to be careful.

An overt show of weakness
is transparent.

Bluffing strength and allowing
that bluff to get called...

creates a believable fiction...

that lets the person
across the table...

think they actually
have something on you.

Okay, I need to know
who hired you
to kill this man,

I need to know why,
and I need to know right now.

Wow. Someone's needy.

You feeling the pressure
to perform in here?

Look, I just need--

I mean, I want you--

You know what I think?

I think your bosses
are pushing you too hard.

Expecting too much from you.

I didn't strap you to that chair
so we can talk about me.
All right?

How many do you have,
by the way?

Bosses, I mean.
I've counted two so far.

I really hope
they don't all treat you
like trash.

- Just answer my damn questions.
- [ Laughs ]

Honey,
where did they find you?

I'm never going
to answer your questions.

But I think it's cute
that you haven't
realized that by now.

[ Shouts ]
Who hired you?

That feel good--
to let it out?

Let me ask you something.

What happens
if you don't bring this in?

That's what I thought.

We can help each other here.

No. No. I'm not authorized
to make any kind of decision.

No, I'm sure you're not.

But there's no harm
in hearing me out.

Lean in.

[ Whispering ]
Come on. I'm not gonna bite.

I just want
this conversation
to be between us.

How about
I give you something,
you give me something?

- What do you say?
- [ Clears Throat ]

Um, what do you want?
I did the math.

I know
I don't leave this room.

That's life.

But what's killing me
is not knowing
who will be killing me.

What? You want to know
who we are?

All right, yeah. Okay, fine.

- But I'm not going first.
You go first.
- That's fair enough.

This guy--
He was a pay job.

I punch a clock
just like you.

Except I punch
a little harder.

Okay, lover. Your turn.

All right.

[ On Speaker ]
I work for
a private company, okay?

[ Beeping, Line Rings ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Phone Beeps ]

Yeah, Sam.
How's Jesse doing?

Well, the kid's good.

He got Kendra to admit
that she's a cleaner...

by baiting her into going
after who he works for.

[ Siren Blaring ]

Okay, whoa.
What's going on over there?

Are you in
a presidential motorcade
or something?

No, I had to call
Fire and Rescue.

That doesn't sound good.

I got it under control,
but I gotta go.

I gotta get in there
before everything
gets washed away.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Keep the car running.

We might have
to leave in a hurry.

Are you sure you don't want
to tag-team this?

I'm really good
at getting what I want
from firefighters.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Bureaucracy
is a spy's best friend.

The overlap between city, county
and state emergency response...

creates confusion
that can be exploited
at a crime scene.

If you wander in off the street
and claim jurisdiction,

you buy time
by wrapping yourself
in red tape.

Hey! You there. Who are you?

Hey, Carter. We worked
that mess two months back
on the interstate.

You have lost some weight.
Who's Carter? I'm McKenzie.

I've never seen you
before in my life.
Really? I must've mixed up.

Uh, county arson
investigator's unit.
[ Chuckles ] County?

No, this is a city thing.
This is my scene.

If that were true,
why would I be here?

Didn't one of
the boys call you?
Who?

Any one of them.
Just call
over county office.

Tell them Randy,
with an "R," is here
and they'll fill you in.

Damn it.
That's just what I need.

What's it
look like in
there, "Randy"?

One big barbecue.

I got a chubby man
with a gray beard
making a call, Michael.

You don't have much time.

There's a lump of plastic
that used to be a laptop.

Somebody definitely
set up shop here.

I got a resin mold here.

Looks like the guy
tried to destroy it
before he took off.

If it's important,
grab it and go.
The clock is ticking.

Buddy didn't know what
the little lion heads
he'd made were for.

Well, I just found
what they fit into.

Chubby gray beard
is off his phone
and headed your way, Michael.

Randy!

County has no record
of rolling units to this fire.

- Who you with again?
- Carter, you need
to get your men back.

- I have toxic material here.
- What are you talking about?

I need to get this sample
to a lab right now!

Randy, put the bucket down.
I need to see some I.D.

Carter, do you want
to be responsible...

when everyone
starts dropping
from radiation sickness?

I need this to get
to a lab right now!
Everyone, back.

Everyone, just stand back!
I'm sorry, Carter.

I'll call you,
you know, from the lab,
which is where I'm going.

He firebombed his own place?

What's he gonna do to me?

I thought you guys were gonna
get all super-squad action team
and fix this.

Things got a little messy,
but we turned
a bad situation into a lead.

This is a mold
for a replica of a sword...

that belonged
to Alexander the Great.

You see this?
This is where
your onyx lion heads fit in.

That's fascinating,

but not quite the same thing
as catching the lunatic
who's trying to kill me.

We're getting to that,
Buddy.

This is where
we're gonna catch him.

At a party
for a software company?

Ken Bocklage, the C.E.O.,
just bought the sword
at auction.

He's putting it on display...

at a new-product
launch party
this Saturday.

After that, it goes
into their vault.

Saturday is the thief's
only chance to get
to the sword and steal it.

And when he makes his move,
we'll be there to catch him.

How? We don't even know
what he looks like.

There aren't a ton
of thieves who can move
stolen antiquities.

It's a pretty small world.

We have a friend
looking into
our mystery man's M.O.

We're hoping Interpol
has a file.

[ Stammering ]
You're hoping?

- Have a little faith, Buddy.
- [ Exhales ]

[ Chuckles ]
Boy, it is nice
to be outside again.

Next time we have
to interrogate someone,
I say we do it at the beach.

I'll keep that in mind, Sam.
How's Jesse doing
with Kendra?

Slow and steady,
but the kid's
made some progress.

As did I
on your antiquities thief.

Turns out that
swapping in fakes
is just not that common.

There's only two guys working
that like to do it that way.

This is only one file,
Sam.
Right.

That's 'cause
the other guy is doing life
in some Russian hole...

for stealing a czar's furry hat.

- No name or photo?
- Sorry, Mike.

No one's even seen the guy.

The French police call the guy
"Monsieur Glissant."

- Mr. Slippery. That's cute.
- They should call him
Monsieur Psycho,

'cause when he
couldn't get away clean
in Kyoto, he got away violent.

Blew up an elevator in a museum.

Wow.

Guy's got a real passion
for making things go kaboom.

Suspected of seven heists
on three continents.

And now he brought
his traveling act to Miami.

If we're going to make this
his swan song
and save Buddy's life,

we need to go see
Ken Bocklage.

Let him know he needs
to hire some extra security
to protect his sword.

I do look good in black.

- What's next, Selena?
- I believe we're next,
Mr. Bocklage.

Karen Campbell, Scott Miller.
We're private security
consultants.

- We need a moment of your time.
- That's not how this works.

You need to call me
and make an appointment, okay?

- Sir, we have a video--
- Mr. Bocklage,
you're about to be robbed.

Am I? Would you care
to elaborate?

You just bought one of
Alexander the Great's swords.

A thief is coming
to relieve you of it.

We've been hunting this man
since he hit a client
of ours in Mumbai.

- Who? Who are you working for?
- We're not at liberty to say.

But this thief stole some
very valuable Indonesian
artifacts from our client...

and ruined our reputation,
and we're here
to get both back.

I need you to know
that I don't have
a sense of humor.

- If this is a joke--
- This is a mold the thief made
for the Alexander sword.

We recovered it
from a structure fire in Miami.

We're not wasting your time.

Someone in your company
is going to steal your sword
and swap in a fake.

Now, hold on just a damn minute.
You're saying that I hired
a thief?

He didn't make a forgery
because he's planning
an armed robbery.

He clearly has the access
he needs to swap it
and walk it out the door.

But he can't do that
if you let us identify him.

We'll need to see
your employment files--

Absolutely not.

I'm not handing over
confidential
employee records...

to people we don't know.

I appreciate
your assistant's concern.

You mean my
head of security's concerns.

They're my concerns
as well.

I'm not just hiring
a couple of people who
wander in off the street.

You have a file,
some wild claims,
but you have no proof.

Far as I'm concerned,
you could be two thieves
working on some con.

Selena, let's set up
that videoconference
in my office now.

You heard the man, Michael.
He doesn't want to hire us.

Maybe we should turn in a résumé
at the H.R. department anyway.

See if we can't change his mind.

[ Rattling ]

Twenty-three seconds.
Not exactly a record.

Keep your eye out
for this woman.

Aw. What an adorable
family photo.

This will take
only a minute, okay?

Less talking, more stealing.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy in a rush to steal
large computer files quickly...

file sharing sites
are a dream come true.

File sharing has none
of the drawbacks of e-mail.

There are no size limitations
on uploads,

no waiting for files to bounce
through multiple servers...

and no electronic trail
leading back to the account
on the receiving end.

The only drawback is
whatever you post can
be seen by anyone in the world.

But since nearly every visitor
to these sites...

is busy trolling for illegal
music and movie downloads...

chances are good
no one will think twice...

about whatever
boring intelligence
you've left there.

[ Tapping ]

Excuse me. Hey. Hi.

I'm here to interview
for the secretary position.

[ Chuckles ]
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

I came all the way
from Fort Lauderdale.

I guess telling time isn't
one of your professional skills.

You're obviously
too disorganized
to hack it at this company.

Did you just throw that at me?

- [ Fiona ] No.
- You're gonna lie
to my face.

- I'm calling Security.
- No, wait, wait, wait.

I did it. I did it.

I should just go now.
Now I should go.

- This behavior
is truly bizarre.
- Look at it this way--

You'll have a great story
to tell Mr. Mittens
and Patches when you go home.

I'm telling you, Fi.
Andrew Deans is our guy.

Three new hires
in the last year,

and you go right for the guy
with the spotless record.

A little too spotless.
Perfect performance reviews.

Perfect credit reports.

Even the best employees
raise some red flags.

Deans is working awfully hard
to fly under the radar.

There's gotta be a reason.

Well,
he's hiding something.

That light above the door--
It's a video camera.

That's not enough to confirm
Deans is Mr. Slippery,

but we're definitely
going in the back.

Hmm. Criminals and celebrities--
They never live up to the hype.

Maybe he'll impress you
when you get to know him
a little better.

We're about to find out.

[ Fiona Groans ]
Damn it. Come on. Open.
[ Rattling ]

Finally.

Minute, 53.

Not bad considering
the guy clearly doesn't
skimp on security.

The lock
was professional grade.
Just don't.

There's no way 40 grand a year
pays for all this.

This place screams
"supplemental income."

Fi, this is professional grade.

He's got holograms
and watermarks laid in
under the laminate.

[ Fiona ]
A book on Alexander the Great.

And an article on his sword.

And here we have infrared paint.

Not something
you just have lying around.

Not unless you're Mr. Slippery.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

That's strange.
I missed a call.
[ Camera Whirs, Clicks ]

[ Exhales ]
Michael, we've got a problem.

[ Buddy's Voice ]
Fi, Buddy. I got your text.

Grove Marina works.
I'm about 10 minutes behind.

Ditching my phone now
like you said,
so I can't be tracked.

I never set a meeting
with Buddy.

No, the thief did.

Call him now.
[ Beeps ]

Oh, damn. It's voice mail.
He cut him off.
[ Beeps ]

We're 20 minutes
from Grove Marina.
I can make it in 12.

Buddy!

Buddy!

Michael, the antenna--

That shed is wired to blow.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

- Fi.
- You have a better idea,
now's the time.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When an operative
hears a gunshot,

his first instinct
is to identify where
the shot came from.

When a civilian
hears a gunshot,

he might turn to locate
the source of the shot...

or he might run straight
for the nearest building,

which is a problem
if that building's
been rigged to explode.

At that point, you may have
to choose the small injury
over the big one.

[ Groans ]

Whoa!

My arm!

[ Coughing, Sputtering ]

[ Groans ]
Ow!

Somebody's shooting!

Nice shot, Fi.

You shot-- You shot?

It was either shoot you
or bring flowers
to your funeral, Buddy.

Hey, Fi, we can't
leave a bomb here.

Give me your shoe.
You want
one of my Brunos?

Give me your shoe.

[ Buddy ]
Why you doing that?

[ Buddy Whimpers ]

What are you looking for?
He was here.

He was watching us.

And he got away.

[ Bocklage ] Why the hell
would one of my guards be
so interested in my sword?

That's a good question,
Mr. Bocklage.

I looked into every one
of our employees.

They all checked out.
Even Deans.

You must not have
looked very carefully.

His file was
extremely suspicious.

We never gave you
any personnel files.

I know.
You made our job much harder.

We had to steal them
from your H.R. department.

By the way, the woman
that runs it-- I'm not sure
she can hack it here.

Sir, I don't mean
to speak out of turn,

but these people just admitted
to breaking and entering--
twice.

They could've easily
planted those photos.

You think
we want to frame Deans?

We don't know you.
You could've done--

Let's make this easy.

We'll show you how Deans
is going to steal the sword,

and you decide whether
you're going to trust us.

You know how
he's gonna steal it?

We found I.R. paint
in his house.

What the hell is I.R. paint?

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason
why most thieves work at night.

Darkness makes it easier
to commit crimes.

But darkness
also makes it harder
to see where you're going...

when you're trying to escape.

Infrared paint
is invisible in daylight,

but can be seen
under a black light or
with the help of I.R. goggles,

useful if you need
to find an exit
in the pitch black.

- What in God's name is that?
- It's his escape route.

Deans is planning
to cut the power,
swap the sword...

and follow this path out.

He'll head down this hallway...

and go out of the building
through that door.

You still think
you can handle
this guy by yourself?

[ Switch Clicks ]

I'm gonna call the police.
Have this Deans arrested.

You could, but he'll walk.

The moment Deans
has the real sword,
we've got him.

Until then, we don't have
enough to convict,
not even on conspiracy.

This is a dangerous game
you want us to play--

Sitting by, letting this thief
lay hands on the sword.

It's less dangerous
than it sounds.

We know exactly
when he's going
to make the swap.

He wired a shutoff timer
to this room's power.

It's set for 8:00 tonight.

What if you took it off
and let the lights stay on?

If we change anything,
we risk spooking him.

When things go wrong,
this guy gets violent.

[ Fiona ] He hit a museum
in Kyoto last year.
It didn't go so well.

He set off a bomb to escape.
The pictures aren't pretty.

[ Michael ]
Throw your party, Mr. Bocklage.

Leave the rest to us.
We'll worry about Deans.

We have someone
tailing him now.

We'll know the moment
he enters the building.

Your 3:00 is waiting.

So Sam's going
to watch Mr. Slippery?

I guess he'll have to.

I don't love the idea
of Jesse alone with Kendra.

He can handle it.

The Libyans.

- The Chinese.
- Go fish.

Come on.

Lady, seriously,
aren't you bored?

Aw. Are you getting tired,
honey?

Okay. If this was contract work,
someone had to hire you, right?

Now, we've been through
every terrorist organization
on the map.

Was this a private group?

I'm sorry.
I wasn't listening.

[ Exhales ]

Let me explain something to you.
You don't have forever.

- Okay? You need to talk.
- Really?

- You were put on a clock?
- [ Exhales Sharply ]

Okay. How about
we make another trade?

Somebody looking
to play a little
tit for tat again?

Come on. There's gotta be
something you want.

- I think the better question
is what do you want?
- I want answers.

Please!
This isn't a cause for you.

This is a paycheck,
and a small one at that.

What do you get paid
for this deal?

Twenty-five? Thirty, tops?

What if I pay you 10 times that?

300 thou--

- For what? I mean--
- My freedom.

I can't have this conversation.
I'm not having
this conversation.

I'm done talking.

You gotta ask yourself,
how do you want all this to end?

You can say no,

and we can sit here
until the sand runs out
of your hourglass.

Or you can say yes,
and I can put a lot of money
in your pocket,

and you can show me
the way out of this dump.

$300,000?

[ Michael Narrating ] There's
an art to letting someone
think they're corrupting you.

You can't be too eager
or too reluctant.

You can't be too quick
or too slow.

Most of all you
have to sell the guilt
in the eyes...

that comes with betrayal.

Once they think they own you,

then you make your move.

I'll take that as a yes.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]
Yo.

Sammy boy.
Got some good news.

That's my favorite flavor.
Hit me.

Kendra's bribing me
into letting her go.

I got an account number
and the name of a money manager.

No kidding. That's impressive.

Okay, I'll call Barry.
Get him to sniff around.

See if he can't track the money
back to whoever hired her.

Perfect. How's it going
with you and the case
of the rusty sword?

All's quiet on
the Slippery front. Deans is
laying low in his house.

I guess he's
conserving energy
for the big event tonight.

Cool. Hey, let me
ask you something.

Is it weird
that I kind of miss you?

Well, you have been hanging out
with a homicidal psychopath,

but yeah, it's a little weird.

[ Buddy ]
Thought maybe I'd do an accent
to really help sell this thing.

[ Fiona ] What?
[ English Accent ] You know,
I could talk like this.

That there sword
is the real McCoy.

No, no, no. No accent is better.
Just talk like yourself.

Okay, let's do this.

- Who's he?
- Our antiquities expert.

He's gonna make sure
the sword is real.

Good afternoon. It's nice--

- Waiting on you.
- Oh, uh--

- [ Mouthing Words ]
- Speak up.

Oh, uh, sorry.
[ Chuckles ]

Uh-- Yes. I-It's real.

Mr. Bocklage,
you're on the installation.

Karen will set the perimeter,

so she'll see anyone
leaving the building.

Then we'll stay out of sight
so Deans doesn't catch wind
of us...

and stays on schedule.

Then we all just wait
for 8:00.

Michael Westen.
If you knew you wanted me
on perimeter duty,

why did you let me wear
my new party shoes?

They look stunning on you.
Really.

This security thing
is so boring.

Jesus, I wish
I'd brought my gun.

What? What am I supposed
to do if this gets
all crazy super-violent?

- Find a corner. Hide.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah, Sam?

- Yeah, Mike. You sure
this Deans is our thief?
- Yeah. Why?

'Cause I just watched him
get blown sky-high.

Somebody wired his car.

Now he's hosting
a neighborhood barbecue.

Jesus.
What's wrong?

We're chasing the wrong guy.
Deans is dead.

What are we gonna do now?

Get to the sword now.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Oh, God.
That's the fake.

The onyx--
That's the wrong shade, and--

[ Beeps ]
Fi, has anyone
left the building?

No. No one in nor out. Why?

The sword has been swapped.
Deans is dead.
He wasn't Mr. Slippery.

- Oh, God!
- Fi, I gotta call you back.

- He's dead. He's dead.
- What the hell's going on
in here?

- The thief has the sword.
- What?

But you told me
it was definitely Deans.

I was wrong.
It wasn't Deans.

Who was it?
Why did he kill my guard?

- He must've caught the thief
trying to swap--
- He's lying.

- He killed the guard.
- No! We found him.

- [ Michael ]
Where's your head of security?
- Sir, he switched the sword.

Listen to me. Listen to me.
The sword is still
in the building.

- We have to lock it down.
- You're lying.
Take him down, now!

Yes, sir.
Come with us.

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- Come on, Buddy.

- [ Buddy Yelps ]
- Get him! Stop him!

- Yes, sir.
- They're getting away!

[ Michael ]
Come on!

[ Chatter On Radio ]

[ Alarm Wailing ]

Hey, stop!
In here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Hydraulic arms
are safety features...

that slow the speed
a door can close,
to minimize injury.

- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- But wrap a belt around them,

and they can be turned into
an improvised lock.

- Yeah, Fi?
- Michael,
what the hell happened?

Bocklage thinks
we stole the sword.

Security's chasing us.

I heard the explosion.
I'm coming in.

I need you on the front door.

Fire and Rescue's
pulling people out.
One of them's gotta be our guy.

[ Man ]
Move it! Let's go!

Okay.
Who am I looking for?

Who did we miss?
Is there another guard?

Fi. Are all
the firefighters
wearing air masks?

Yeah. I heard one say
gas line blew.

They're taking precautions.

Why would this thief
set off an explosion now?

Jesus, that's how
he's getting away.

Probably did the same thing
at the machine shop.

He's dressed
as a firefighter.

You need to get out here.
I can't cover them all myself.

- [ Michael ]
Working on it.
- [ Men Shouting ]

[ Coughs ]
Lungs burning badly.

All right,
we're getting out of here.

How? Second floor.

What are you doing?
Making an exit.

Are you serious?
How are we gonna--

Keep your arms in.
Land on your feet.

Tuck and roll.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It doesn't matter
if you're a spy or a civilian.

Falling isn't fun.

You can minimize injury
by absorbing shock
with your knees...

and rolling
as you hit the ground.

But the most important thing
you need to do
is remain calm...

and accept
that it's going to hurt.
[ Screaming ]

[ Thud ]
[ Groans ]

Sir, you okay?

[ Groans ]
Tuck and roll?

Tuck and roll?
What do we got, Fi?

A lot of firefighters went in.
Only six have come out.

- You sure you're okay, ma'am?
- Yeah.

[ Chattering ]

Help! Help!

Help!

Never mind, guys.
Sorry. I'm fine.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Go, go, go!

- What was
that secretary's name again?
- "S" something. Sandy, Sally--

Selena. It's her.
She's the thief.

- Mr. Slippery is a woman?
- Jesus, she heard
our whole plan.

Buddy, reach into the duffel bag
at your feet. Give me that rope.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going fishing.

[ Beeps ]

- No, Michael. I love that bag.
- Sorry, Fi. I never did.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To stop a moving car,
you can kill the engine,

kill the driver
or kill the tires.

If you only have
a small amount of explosives,
the tires are your target.

The trick is getting the charge
in the right place.

[ Grunts ]

Get off of me!
Get the hell off of me!

- [ Shouts ]
- [ Fiona ]
Oh, ho, ho.

That is quite an accessory,
Selena.

Buddy, I'm gonna kill you.

[ Grunts ]
I'm gonna--

[ Trunk Closes ]
I have to be honest.

I didn't see that one coming.

Mmm. There's Buddy's buddies.

How many of those
have you had?

Join me. Come on.
You can borrow
one of my suits.

And, Fiona, underwear, bikini--
What's the difference?

[ Laughs ]
Yeah, maybe next time.

Mmm, maybe not.

Right now,
why don't you just drink up
and be happy that it's all over?

- Yeah?
- Selena's gonna be
denied bail.

Bocklage is pressing charges--
Grand theft, conspiracy
and murder.

I guess he took that explosion
kind of personally, huh?

What about that Deans guy?

He was a local convict
she was paying
to swap the sword for her.

And when she learned
we were onto her,
she cut him off a little early.

- She's facing that charge too.
- I can't thank you guys enough.

I mean, I sleep easy now,

knowing that I've got
a private platoon of
guerrilla warriors at the ready.

Let's try not needing a platoon
at the ready anytime soon, okay?

Oh, Fiona, wait a sec.

I almost forgot.

I did this one for you special.

Buddy Couture.

- It's the best fake
I ever made.
- Thank you, Buddy.

If you guys ever
need me for anything,
you know where to find me.

This can't be right.
It is, Mike.
Barry checked.

Kendra's money
went through six banks
and four holding companies...

in five different countries?
Yeah, and that's
just what we could confirm.

Barry said there's
no end in sight,
so we're not gonna be...

following the money
to Kendra's boss anytime soon.

Not many people would go
to this much trouble
to remain anonymous.

People who start wars
for profit might.

So if the money's
a dead end,
what's Jesse planning?

We had Barry
wave his magic wand...

and make it look like Kendra's
bank account was drained.

Paper trail starts out in
the exact opposite direction
that the cash came in.

I wonder how
she's gonna take it...

when she sees the folks
who sent her to Miami
just ripped her off.

Probably not well, huh?
Oh, yeah.

This is
appointment television, baby.

Yeah, wrap your head
around it, honey.

Look, if you're confused,
just admit it.

I'll repeat myself
as many times
as you need me to.

[ Kendra ]
You can't be serious.
Oh, I'm completely serious!

You see that right there?

You see it? That is a zero!

A zero, as in your account
has been zeroed out.

That's impossible.
Nobody even knew
about this account!

Obviously
the people that paid you did!

Think about it!

Whoever sent you to Miami
must've cleaned you out
as soon as we grabbed you.

Probably figured you wouldn't
be needing it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're interrogating
someone with nothing to lose,

you have to give them
another reason to talk.

If you're looking to motivate
someone who's cut off, alone...

and convinced
they're going to die,
you can't beat revenge.

The son of a bitch
doesn't get to just--

[ Inhales Sharply, Exhales ]

What are you gonna do
from that chair, Kendra?

Hmm?

What are you gonna do?

You already know
that I came to Miami
to work a contract.

But there wasn't
just one target.

I came to wrap up a big job.

- Go on.
- Kassar was just
the first part.

There were three other names
on that tape drive--

All operatives hired
to rob a bank--

A safety deposit box.

But they blew it.
They got caught. They
proved themselves expendable.

Expendable to who?
Who sent you?

If I knew his name,
I'd tell you, believe me.

But he kept it anonymous.

I don't even know what bank
they were trying to hit.

All I know is it went down
the fourth of last month.

You promise me one thing.

If this helps you
track down the man
that hired me,

you make sure he knows
that I'm the one
that ruined him.

Who's the predator
and who's the prey now, mama?
[ Chuckling ]

I guess it's time
to track down which bank
they were trying to rob.

Find the bank, figure out
what they were trying to steal--

Might tell us a lot
about who's behind all this.

What do you want to do
about her?

I faxed her prints
to my guy at the F.B.I.

She came back with warrants,

so I figured I'd just
make an anonymous donation
to their bad guy collection.

I will get the duct tape.

Wait just a minute, Jesse.
First things first.

- [ Bottle Clinking ]
- [ Chuckles ]

To the new guy...
for putting that hot slice
of crazy in the rearview.

Mmm! Oh, man!

It's gonna be weird not hanging
out with her tomorrow, you know?

You could really use
some more friends.

I'd work on that.