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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 ]
As a spy, you try to work
only with an experienced team.

Going into the field
with someone who doesn't have
the proper training...

is a recipe for disaster.

There are times, though,
when having a civilian
on an operation is unavoidable.

You want me
to help you rob a bank?

In those situations,
you just have to make your
pitch and hope for the best.

I think I'm gonna need a drink.

[ Liquid Pouring ]

[ Michael ] Let me clarify.
We're not robbing
the whole bank.

We're just going after
one safety deposit box.

I think that's still
considered bank robbery.

Either you tell me
what this is about,
or we're done here.

All right,
but this cannot
leave this room, Mom.

Michael has been
helping me...

with the investigation
that I was working
before I got fired.

There's someone out there
starting some pretty
nasty little wars.

They're
assassinating leaders.

They'll raze
an entire village
just to make a buck.

And you're going to stop them
by robbing a bank?

Last month, they tried
to steal the safety deposit box.
The heist was a bust.

Soon as they put
a new team together, they're
going to try to hit it again.

If we can get our hands
on that box,

it could shed some light
on who these people are,
what they want.

And you want me
to steal the box?

No, no. All we need
is your help...

to see how the security team
reacts to the alarm.

I can get
into the security offices
to check out the response,

but we need someone
in the vault
to trigger the alarm.

All you have to do, Mom,

is the one thing
I have never been able
to get you to stop doing.

What do you say, Mrs. Westen?
Feel like playing
a little Bonnie and Clyde?

Bonnie and Clyde got shot.

The worst
that's gonna happen
is you'll get a fine.

Come on, Maddy. Maddy?

That's my partner in crime.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In banks and other
secure facilities,

the biggest threats
are the ones you invite in.

Can I see that, please?

Getting a job dropping
off sandwiches requires
fewer background checks...

than getting a job
guarding millions of dollars.

But it gives you
the same access.

Hey, over here.

- Plus a tip.
- Why, thank you.

Thank you, man.
You're welcome.

Okay.

Got a egg salad.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most commercial facilities
link smoke and security systems.

Trigger one alarm
and you trigger them all.

Smoke alarms work
by detecting
irregularly dispersed light.

Setting one off with a cigarette
requires a little time...

and a lot of lung capacity.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

Where?
It's the vault.
Go check it out.

Got it. Go.
[ Chuckles ]

Wow.
Y'all don't mess around.

That's a whole lot of fuss
over a little nicotine fit, huh?

Lighting up in there
is against state law.

Grandma's getting arrested.
She'll do jail time.

Get what we needed?
Yeah, but, uh,

it's coming down a little harder
on your mom than we thought.

That doesn't look
like a small fine!

Yeah, I know.
They're taking her downtown.

We better hope
she doesn't say anything.

Say anything? She opened up
a bank account, Jesse!

They have her address.
They have her name,
her Social Security number.

They can't take her downtown!
I know, man.
That's what I'm saying.

- She's getting arrested.
- We gotta spring her
before the cops get involved.

You don't--

Some getaway drivers you are.

Mom, how'd you--
That nice man
was so sympathetic.

I told him that I was smoking
to calm my nerves,

that I was very upset
putting those pictures
of my husband in there.

And I just
couldn't help myself.

First thing Frank's
been good for in 30 years.

Get in the car.

[ Jesse ]
This bank
we're hitting...

has got more
guards than
Buckingham Palace.

There's two here,
three back here...

and two more over here.

Even if we get around 'em,

we're not gonna have enough time
to drill into the vault.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Did you hear what I said?
That was bad news.

Cooper, Ross & Associates.
It's a law firm
on the second floor.

Their security,
not quite as good.

All we need to get in,
key card.

Okay. So we swipe a key card.

Then you want to blast our way
into the vault through
their conference room floor.

They're lawyers.
They have it coming.

Wow. Someone's
looking nice.

Hey, what can I say?
I clean up good.

We're working security
for some business bigwig's
dinner party.

Told us
to dress up
and blend in.

- [ Thud ]
- Ow!

Oh. I'm so sorry.
I didn't see you there.

You're working
with Sam, huh?
Yeah.

I thought I'd partner up
with someone
who values my opinion.

I'm just here for my Walther.

Got a truck full of guns
and nothing fits in my clutch.

What did you do?
[ Mouthing Words ]

Hurry up,
will you? He said
not to be late.

This coming from a man
who spent half an hour
shellacking his hair.

You should be grateful.
Most married men let
themselves fall apart.

Charles Finley
had a shotgun wedding
for the sake of his cover.

That's Charlotte,
the old ball and chain.

Call me that again and we'll
have a shotgun divorce.

Let's get this party started.

Don't ask.

I hate these parties.

And no matter how many I throw,

I never get
used to wearing
a monkey suit,

dancing for investors.

Damn it.
Darling, let me
help you with that.

This is Sarah,
my better half.

Pleased to meet you.

Fiona, right?
Charlotte for tonight.

Charles...
for whenever it's needed.

I'm so grateful you could come
on such short notice.

So, what's got
your cummerbund in
a bunch, Mr. Aikins?

Well, someone is out
to nab Libby.

It's my company's
new lithium-ion battery.

She's lighter and
longer lasting than any
of my competitors' products.

They'd pass a paperweight
to get their mitts on her.

So you think someone's
trying to steal her--
uh, it.

Somebody broke
into my car yesterday.

Luckily, all they got
was a laptop
with a few personal e-mails...

and some Garth Brooks MP3's.

Could've been worse.
Could've been Creedence.

Any idea
who we're looking for?

I believe we are looking
for a man or a woman...

who would like
to become filthy rich.

Now, I tell you this--
if they're smart, they'll pose
as an investor here tonight.

If you're so concerned
with the guest list,
why not call off the soiree?

Tonight's LIBBY's debut.
I have to show her off
to whet market appetite.

But I can't have either of you
spooking my investors.

Now, I want you to blend in,
keep your eyes peeled.

If you catch the thief,
you know, shoot him.

Don't give her
any ideas.

I think we should get
the lay of the land
before the festivities start.

Well, if there are any
break-in attempts up here,
we'll know it.

Christian's got more security
than the Batcave.

See anything
out of the ordinary?

Other than a computer
that requires a retina scan...

or a toilet that plays
bird songs while it blow-dries
your unmentionables?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're working
a protection detail,

it's all about observation.

You're looking for broken locks,
blocked motion sensors--

the subtle signs
that someone's trying
to breach security.

Of course
some security breaches are
a lot more subtle than others.

- [ Doorbell Rings ]
- It's the caterers.
I'll get it.

No. Sarah!

Get in there.
Get down.
What?

Get in the tub.
[ Lock Clicks ]

- What the hell's going on?
- We got party crashers
with automatics.

Hey, I gotta get down there.
No. Christian, you stay put.
Do not come out.

- [ Screams ]
- They got an Uzi on full auto
pinning me down.

- Fi, they're not
coming up here.
- [ Speaking Spanish ]

They're coming for you.

[ Spanish ]

This sounds like
a kidnapping, Sam,
and I got no way out.

I'm gonna have
to wave the white flag.
Fi, no. It's too dangerous.

- What are you doing?
- Don't let them know who I am.

Your gun. Aren't you gonna--

Look, if I start shooting now,
we're both gonna wind up dead.

I'll roll with the punches.

Trust me,
when the time is right,
we'll punch right back.

- [ Women Scream ]
- [ Shouting In Spanish ]

Oh, God!

[ Muffled Screaming,
Stops ]

[ Gunfire ]

- Wait. Where are you
taking Sarah?
- ¡Cállate, perra!

Does Christian owe you money?

- I said shut up, bitch!
- [ Ricochet ]

Please. Whatever you need--
my husband,
he can take care of it.

- What did you say?
- My husband, he has much money.

[ Spanish ]

[ Chuckles ]

Shh.

Wait--
[ Screams ]
Shh, shh, shh.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Dial Mike.

- Yeah, Sam. How's the party?
- There were four guys
locked and loaded.

I tried to stop them,
but they got the client.

And, Mike, they got Fiona.

When they stole my laptop,
they got everything they needed.

Pictures of Sarah,
details about the party,

our address.

All this time I thought
it was about business.

I'm so stupid.

It was about business.
Just a different kind.

You said these guys
had accents, right?

Got the bullets to match.
Nine-millimeter
black tip I.M.I.'s.

- All the rage in Mexico City.
- Mexico City?
What the hell is he talk--

Below the border,
express kidnappings
are big business.

Looks like somebody
expanded stateside.

I checked the hospitals.
Nothing.

[ Sam ]
Still no chatter
on the police band.

My buddy pulled traffic cams,
but he got zilch.
These guys are ghosts, Mike.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

Yeah. We got a webcam call
from your wife's account.

Looks like
they're ready to talk.

Gentlemen, I believe
I have something
you're looking for?

Sarah? Oh, my God.
Let him do the talking.

[ Man ] Well, well.
I see a new face.
Who invited you?

You can call me Victor.

I'll be negotiating the release
of Mrs. Aikins and Mrs. Finley.

You know the drill.
I need to hear from the women.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's a
good sign if kidnappers wear
masks and shy away from cameras.

By protecting their anonymity,
they protect their hostages.

If a kidnapper
lets you see his face,

he's probably not
planning on letting you live
to testify against him.

Christian, baby,
they want $10 million
for each of us.

Please, just pay them the money
and they'll let us live.

- I love you--
- [ Man ] Thank you, Sarah.
That was wonderful.

The best products
always sell themselves.

Twenty million dollars
is quite a price tag. We'll need
some time to get it together.

Do you think
I didn't do my homework?

Mr. Aikins is worth
twice that, liquid.

A man in your line of work needs
unmarked, non-consecutive bills.

Can't exactly scoop that
from under the couch cushions,
can we?

You have 24 hours,
not a second more.
Are we understood?

We'll get you the cash,
but we won't pay
for damaged goods.

- Do not hurt them.
- You just don't be late.

Tardiness makes
my trigger finger itchy.

- I can probably get a trace
on their I.P.
- Forget that.

- I'll pay! I can get the money.
- Money won't save them.

[ Audio Rewinding ]

They want 10 million dollars
for each of us.

Fi's not the type
to get all teary-eyed
over a gun to her head.

- She's sending us a message.
- Please, just pay them
the money...

and they'll let us live.

One long blink, one short
and then three more long.

She's blinking "no"
in Morse code.

If we pay the ransom,
the girls are dead.

The floor! Come on!

I apologize
for my kid brother.

Eddy's a good guy.
He's just a bit
of a hothead.

[ Smacks Lips ]

Please,
just don't hurt us.

I wouldn't dream of it.

As soon as we get our payday,
I let you go. Honest.

Now, ladies, sit tight.

Don't cause any trouble.
Everything will go smoothly.

Make sure our guests
are cared for, hmm?

Wait, wait, wait.
You're not gonna
leave us here with him?

What's the matter?
You don't like your chaperone?

He's been
eyeing us nonstop.

- Is this true?
- No. No, he wasn't.

I don't wanna
cause trouble.
Jesus, Sarah.

I saw the way you were
looking at him. You think you
can flirt your way out of this?

He's not your
goddamn tennis coach!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Kidnappers see hostages
as commodities.

Like a good stockbroker,
they'll protect their investment
until it's time to cash in.

If they see a risk,
they'll hedge against it.

Now, be good girls.
No more fuss, okay?

High-maintenance women
are more trouble
than they're worth.

I'm sorry.
We needed to buy some privacy.
Can I borrow that?

My earring?
Your jewel-encrusted
lock pick.

They're right
outside the door.
They're not gonna--

Relax. This'll
just take a second.

- What are you doing?
- We're gonna
get out of here.

But what about the F.B.I.?
Now, they could get--

Your wife killed
very quickly.

We're up against pros
here, Christian.

They get one whiff
of police involvement,
it's over. We need some guns.

- Take Fi's car.
Her trunk is an armory.
- I should come with you.

- More boots on the ground--
- The noisier we'll be stomping.

[ Beeping ]

Two hundred of Christian's
closest friends...

are gonna be calling
about why his party
was canceled.

- You need to keep them
from getting too curious.
- I'm on damage control?

We're controlling
a lot more than damage
to his reputation, Jesse.

If the press get ahold
of this, Fiona's dead.

I'm counting on you.

Ready to ride?

Where you going?

You promised you'd tell me
all about our bank heist
over breakfast.

What's the matter?
You don't like doughnuts?

- Mom's, Fi's been kidnapped.
- Kidnapped?
What the hell are you talk--

We were doing a security job,
and the client's wife was taken.

- Fi went with her.
- The client's upstairs
with Jesse.

They're working
on keeping this quiet
while we track down the girls.

Well, I'll wait with them.
There must be something
I can do.

Mom, we got this covered.
You should go home now.

I'll go home when Fiona does.

You go find your girlfriend.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Creating an explosive device
in the field...

requires a strong knowledge
of chemistry...

and the ability to improvise
with whatever equipment
happens to be lying around.

Can you hold that?

An old fire extinguisher makes
an ideal compression chamber.

Add some metal shavings and
the right cleaning supplies,

and you can serve up a bomb
that will blast through
a cinder block wall.

Why is it you can never find
a good sodium hydroxide solution
when you need one?

- I need to get to the bathroom.
- They said if we don't
make trouble--

Sarah, we're
already in trouble.
We saw their faces.

The moment
they get their money,
they're gonna kill us.

Christian won't let that happen.
He'll save me. He'll--

Sometimes you have to be
your own white knight.

Trust me.

What do you want me to do?
Give me that.

Work with me,
and we will get out
of this alive.

[ Sighs ]

What are you doing?
Getting a hall pass
to the bathroom.

The guard has cell phones.
I need to get to his bag.

Could you, uh,
give me a hand?

[ Groans ]
Wha--

Ooh! Get this
lunatic off me!

Don't let go.

Don't you pull my hair,
you bitch!

- Ladies! What's going on here?
- [ Sarah ] You're the bitch!

Charles would pay
a hundred times for me what
Christian would pay for you.

- Just you wait.
- What did I say? Look at you.

Madre de Dios.
Look at that cut.

The negotiators
will not pay for this.
Get her cleaned up.

Get your filthy hands
off me, you fat-- Ow!

Ow!

You're a thug.
Almost took my arm off!

You can't buy grace,
can you?

- Unlike that nose of yours.
- I'll kill you!

No! I'm going to kill you
if you don't stop fighting
and behave yourself!

You're a bloody mess. Go.

So Jesse said
the kidnappers' I.P.
came from this address.

Either they really like lattes,
or they're boosting the signal.

Fi could be anywhere
within a mile.

- That's a lot of summer homes
to check out.
- [ Ringing ]

[ Tone Beeps ]
Hello?

- Michael, it's me.
- Fi.

Hey, she got a phone.

That's the woman I married.
Get my message?

Yeah. Loud and blinky.
But don't worry.

We kept Christian
from backing up the money truck.

Well, there are
two brothers in charge.

They're playing nice right now.

The second they get their money,
the gloves are coming off.

[ Michael ]
Any idea where you are?

No, but it's about
to have one less wall.

We still have 20 hours.
It's one of you
against four of them.

Don't feel bad for them,
Michael.

[ Sarah ] Wait. Wait.
What about Charlotte?
Isn't she coming with us?

Hang on.

[ Jacob ]
I'm afraid Charlotte
is not as fortunate as you.

Your husband was
the only one who paid.

[ Gasps ]
No!

- Michael, Christian
made a deal for Sarah.
- No, no, no. Jesse's with him.

- He couldn't--
- I don't know how it happened,
but it happened.

You know that 20 hours we had?
It's more like one.

[ Knocking ]

Come on.
[ Exhales ]

Fi. Fi!

Well, I don't see anything
but summer homes and drop-tops.

Not a white panel van
or a creepy safe house in sight.

[ Tone Beeps ]
Call Jesse.

[ Rapid Beeping ]
[ Busy Signal ]

Damn it! Pick up!

You've got him spinning public
relations, keeping this quiet.
Maybe he's tying up the lines.

He should've been
tying up Christian, not buying
Fi and Sarah a death sentence.

Okay, Mike,
just don't kill Jesse.
We need him right now.

Fi's gotta be
around here somewhere.

[ Ringing ]
I'll reschedule it.

No. No.

Mike, how's it going?

Finally. What the hell
are you doing?

- What are you talking about?
- Christian cut a deal
with the kidnappers.

You think maybe
you should've told me
about that?

Wait a minute.
Where's all this coming from?

Fi got a call out.
Sounds like we've got
about an hour...

before they dangle Sarah
for the cash and put
a bullet in both of them.

No, no, No, no.
He's been on the phone
the whole time.

He stepped out
on the balcony--

He stepped out on the balcony
to get some air. Damn it!

You can beat yourself up
about it later. I'll help.

Right now you need to find out
where the drop is.

And if Christian pays
these guys, Fi's dead.

Mike, I'm gonna make this right.
[ Line Clicks ]

Where's Sarah?

After your little catfight,
I thought it best
to give you some space.

You didn't kill her,
did you?

Where would you get
such a crazy notion like that?

Mrs. Sarah's gonna be worth
very much very soon.

What do you mean?

Her husband paid?

- Didn't he?
- Perhaps you chose
the wrong man.

Could you do something
about this heat?
I feel like... I'm gonna die.

Oh, we wouldn't want that.

I'll take care
of the air conditioning.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Phone Rings ]
[ Tone Beeps ]

Fi, are you all right?

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Honking ]

Never been better.
How's Sarah?

I don't know. They separated us.
I think they're getting ready
to move her.

I'm not gonna let that happen.
My exit strategy's almost ready.

And I'm working on a way
to get into her room.

No, no, no. I wanna be there
before anything starts
to blow up.

Oh. How gallant.

Hey, guys. Maybe you
can argue later.

Right now, Fi, just give us
a description of the house--

something we can
go off of here.

Well, I can do better than that.
I'm sending you a smoke signal.

Don't call me. I'll call you.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A good smoke signal...

requires dense, visible clouds
of smoke or vapor.

You can't just light
whatever's handy on fire
and hope for the best.

Rubber burns with a thick,
black smoke that's perfect.

Put a burning pile of it
in an air conditioning duct...

and the house's
ventilation system
will carry it out...

where it can be seen
from a distance.

You need to call him back
right now and call it off.

It's like I'm saying to you.
I can't call it off.

They said the deal was final.
If I back out now,
they'll kill her.

I can't
tell you anything!
Calm down.

I want you to think back.
What did you do the last time
your wife was kidnapped?

I've never been
in this situation.

Yeah, yeah.
I know that. We have.

You hired professional
security consultants.
Do you understand that?

Tell me where the handoff
is happening
so we can do our job.

Well, you know,
you're pretty clever
with words, Mr. Porter.

You can make me feel
like a rube, but it doesn't
change what I think--

which is that I'm dealing
with businessmen.

Now, which of us
has more experience
in that arena?

You're missing
the point here.
Look, look, I feel bad.

All right?

And if it's any help,
I'll loan you the 10 million
for Miss Glenanne's ransom.

You know what? Save it.

You can name a hospital
after your wife when she's dead.

Don't you dare--
What's it gonna take
for you to get it?

You saw Fiona's message.
You're gonna get her killed.

She blinked!

I am not risking Sarah's life
on a damn eye spasm!
[ Slaps Table ]

She was sending us a message!
No! No!

Jesse! Jesse!

Jesse.

You're upset about Fi,
and it's showing.

How do you expect this guy
to give you
a level-headed decision...

when you're about
to tear his arms off?

All right. I'm gonna--
I'm gonna go get some air.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

What did he expect?
I couldn't just do nothing.

They have the woman I love.

He doesn't get it.

I think he understands
exactly how you feel.

Mike, you can tell me
to shut up if you want,

but what's going on
with you and Fi these days?

I disappointed her--

the way I got Jesse burned,

the way I'm using him.

She thinks
I'm a little too obsessed with
finding out who freed Simon.

She might be right.

Where's there smoke,
there's Fi.

[ Coughing ]

[ Fiona ]
Jacob, I need water!

Please don't leave me here!

[ Door Opens ]

Shut up, all right?

[ Sobbing ]

Here's your water. Happy?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Alcohol was used as
an energy source and a weapon...

long before anyone had any idea
what gunpowder was.

It doesn't contain
enough energy to qualify
as a top-grade explosive...

but in most situations,

it's a lot easier
to find a bottle of vodka
than a brick of C-4.

Thank you.
Good. Let's go.

Well, I was hoping
for something
just a little bit stronger.

This isn't
cocktail hour, honey.

I'm starting to think you don't
understand the seriousness
of your situation.

I think I do.

Charles isn't
gonna pay, is he?

You know something?
You and I aren't
that different.

How's that?
Well--

[ Sighs ]

we both know what we want,
and we take it.

The only difference is,
is you use a gun...

and I have other charms.

Playing the role
of Mrs. Charles Finley.

You wanna know a secret?

I never did love him.

So you married him
for his money?
[ Scoffs ]

It wasn't for
what was happening
between the sheets.

And now, when I need
his money the most, it's--

it's not there.

Once Sarah's husband
pays for her, you're not
gonna let me go, are you?

Now, how about...

you give a girl one last drink
and let her say good-bye
to her best friend?

I'll give you your drink.

But your friend Sarah
is already on her way home.

[ Exhales ]

Well, then,

here's to homecoming.
[ Clinks ]

[ Exhales ]
Won't you let me keep
the bottle?

God. You decorated for me.

I'm sorry,
but it's easier this way.

- How much longer do I have?
- Who knows?

Maybe Eddy gets caught up
in airport traffic,

or maybe your husband
calls after all.

But if he doesn't,
it won't be too long.

[ Sighs ]
Well, at least
you're finally being honest.

One more favor.

Some gum?
That cheap vodka
tastes like lighter fluid.

I think I would have liked
to know you in a different life.

Maybe in the next one.

We're both going to hell.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Handcuffs can be
a hostage's best friend.

The same steel that locks you up
can set you free.

- [ Grunts ]
- Use the cuffs for leverage
and apply enough pressure...

and you can break
the weakest piece
of whatever you're chained to.

[ Groans ]

But it might not be
the only thing you break.

[ Panting ]

[ Cracks ]
[ Grunts ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Groans ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Tires Screech ]
[ Phone Ringing ]

Perfect timing, Fi.
The cavalry
has arrived, darling.

Tell us where you are.
We're coming into the house.

No. You're headed
to the airport.
They took Sarah.

Sounded like they were going
to Miami International.

That's not enough to go on.
I'm not leaving you to--
No.

You can't come in here,
guns blazing.

One call from Jacob,

and his idiot brother
will kill Sarah
before they even make the drop.

So you're gonna stay in there
and play chicken with this guy?

But Jacob and his fat friend
don't know we're playing.

I'll figure out
when the handoff's gonna happen
and I'll let you know.

Fine. I'm going after Sarah.

But I'm leaving Sam here
as backup.

You be careful in there, missy.
Chuck Finley is too young
to be a widower.

Yeah. Well, don't worry
about me. I'm not
your average trophy wife.

You don't tell us
where the handoff is--

I've talked all the sense
I can to you people.

I even offered to pay
Miss Glenanne's ransom.

If you'd listened to me,
your friend would be
on her way to safety by now.

Listen, the only reason Fiona's
not home safe right now...

is because she chose
to go with the kidnappers...

to get us some leverage
to save your wife.

And that doesn't
sound insane to you?

Ain't no leverage
as good as $10 million.
I'm paying. That's final.

The second they
get the money,
your wife is dead.

You're not going anywhere
until you tell me
where they're taking Sarah.

- Get out of my way.
- Michael still can make it
in time to save your wife.

They'll kill her
if I don't pay! I can't--

I have to--

I can't just sit here
and do nothing.

I get it. I get it.
You're covering your ass.

This is just
another business decision
for you, right?

You don't know
what's gonna happen.
None of us do.

But this way,
you pay the ransom, you got
your story for the funeral.

"Did everything I could."
Even though it's a damn lie.

You son of a bitch!

That's my wife
you're talking about!
That's right.

That's your wife
you're giving up on.

Okay.

The lighthouse
at Cape Florida.

My C.F.O.'s meeting them there
with the money.

Call him off.
You could save his life too.

Good old guilt trip.
Works every time.

You're telling me?
I'm a mother.
[ Beeping ]

[ Ringing ]
[ Tone Beeps ]

Jesse, tell me
you got something.

The drop is happening
at the Cape Florida lighthouse.

Drive fast.
It's going down in five.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Only 10%
of a 60-watt bulb's energy...

is dispersed as light.

The rest is heat.

Fill one
with a flammable liquid,

and it only takes
a couple of minutes
for the bulb's warm glow...

to turn into burning shrapnel.

Jacob! Jacob!

- What? What is it?
- Please. I--
I can't take this anymore.

- Let's just get this over with.
- What? No, it's not time yet.

Oh, yes, it is.
I said my prayers.
I made my peace. I'm ready.

Soon. I'm sorry.
But you're my plan "B."

- If there's a problem
with Sarah's payoff--
- Don't make me beg.

One-- One last request.

One last drink
for the road?

Ah!

Yeah.

Not the head. Not my head.

I deserve an open casket,
don't I?

Yes, you do, Charlotte.

- Yes, you do.
- [ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

My name is not Charlotte, bitch!

- Jacob!
- [ Hammer Cocks ]

Hi, honey. I'm home.

Good. You can help me
take out the trash.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Horsepower and torque are
the measure of any sports car.

But on winding roads,
the key to fast driving
is fast braking.

Four-piston disc brakes
will kill speed quickly
and smoothly,

allowing you to keep your foot
on the gas longer.

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Beeping ]

What is this?
What is this?

I guess you'd call this
a barter situation.

- Where's the money?
- I got something better.

¡Cabrón de mierda!
En inglés, por fav--

Please. Actually, it's better
if you just shut up
and put the gun away,

unless you wanna find out
what it's like to be
an only child.

Where are you holding him?
Call your brother. Ask him.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Ringing ]
[ Grunts ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]

- Charlotte speaking.
- Wait. Where's my brother?

Jacob can't come to the phone
right now. He's kind of screwed
at the moment.

You put him on,
you little puta!

Careful, Eddy.

This puta
has a bomb underneath
your brother's cojones.

Check out that photo again.
You see that fire extinguisher?

It's a highly pressurized
hydrogen gas bomb.

So hand over your guns
or your brother's gonna be
more than a little bowlegged.

You won't do it.
You don't got the guts. You're
just a scrawny little pendeja.

Thank you, Jacob.

[ Yells ]

[ Whimpering ]
[ Grunts ]

God!

Come on! Move!
[ Michael ] Guns too.

No.
Give it.

You know, you were right.
The best products really
do sell themselves.

Gracias.

Now, how do you say,
"Not good enough"?

Take a look
at the photo again.

Take a look at the watch, Eddy.
The bomb is on a timer.

Fifteen minutes.
At this point,
I would call the cops.

Go!

As I was saying,
I don't think you're
gonna make it there on time.

The smart move
is to call the cops.

What do you expect me
to do, confess?

Either that
or get a vacuum cleaner
to pick up your brother.

Either way,
I don't really care.

Christian-- where is he?
He's fine.
I'm taking you to him.

Ah!

So what kind of a timer
is attached to a bomb
with duct tape?

You know, your brother's
kind of an idiot.

Vaya con Dios, Jacob.

Ooh. Look at that hole, Sam.
You really do like me,
don't you?

Well, I wouldn't
go that far,
but you're growing on me.

You tell Sarah
what an idiot
her husband was?

No, I think she knows.
Yeah, they always do.

Thanks for breaking him.
Yeah, well--

Looks like
Los Hermanos Grimm
got what was coming to 'em.

I was listening
on the police band.

They snapped up Jacob,
grabbed Eddy
at the airport.

That 911 call's gonna play great
at their trial.

Well, it just goes
to show you, man.
Payback is a--

Fiona.

You should see
the other guy.

Hey.
Hey.

It's kind of late.
You got a hot date?

No. I'm, uh,
hitting the gym.
Relax, Jesse.

I know you boys
are robbing the bank tonight.

We try not to talk about our
upcoming felonies, you know.
[ Chuckles ]

- Some things are better
left unsaid, huh?
- Yeah, I guess.

Jesse, this might be
one of those things.

Fiona and Michael
love each other,
and they hate each other.

But it's always each other.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Why? What--
It's probably nothing.

I just saw how upset you were
when Fiona was in trouble.

Well, you know,
Fi's my friend.

I, uh-- Really, I know--
I know she and I
aren't, uh--

- I just want
what's best for them.
- And I believe you.

You just might wanna work
on that poker face.

[ Door Opens ]

Bonnie, Clyde,
what's going on?

Nothing.
I was just giving Jesse these.
Fiona took them as a souvenir.

- I thought maybe
they'd come in handy.
- That's nice of you, Mom.

Jesse, you ready
for the fastest minute
of your life?

Let's do this.

Mrs. Westen, thank you.

[ Tools Buzzing ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The security
of a safety deposit box...

is less about the box
than what's guarding it.

Banks spend all their resources
keeping thieves
out of the vault.

Once you get in,
every last dime can be had...

for the price
of a roto-tip drill bit.

Once you've got
what you came for,

the trick is just getting out
before security shows up.

[ Door Buzzes ]

[ Man ]
There's nobody in here.

Let's see what's behind
door number 64.

[ Jesse ]
Family Bible?
That doesn't make any sense.

The people we're looking for
aren't religious.

It's a book code--
a cipher.

What do you
think it decodes?
I don't know.

But answering that question
is our next move.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The life of a spy demands
a kind of cool detachment.

When your job requires you
to keep secrets
and break trust,

you learn to keep people
at arm's length.

It's one thing
to lie to an asset.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What was that? Go back.

Back of the--
No, in the beginning.

Yeah.

The inscription there,
it says Simon.

Who's Simon?
Any idea who that is?

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's another to lie to a friend.
I have no idea.