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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.