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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 ]
In the world of intelligence,

taking down
an entire covert network
is the ultimate challenge.

It's not something
you can do alone.

You.
Welcome back.

You need the resources of
an entire intelligence agency
behind you.

You need solid intelligence
that can point you
in the right direction.

[ Michael ] That list
is the key to destroying
the people who burned me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
But that's just
a starting point.

You're not after
an individual person.

You're after dozens of people--
all of them hiding,

all of them
with resources and skills,

all of them fighting you
by any means necessary.

It's a gigantic jigsaw puzzle
of information...

that requires months
of research and analysis...

where one target
leads to the next.

A courier picked up
off the suburban street...

leads to a spy hiding out as
a diplomat in a foreign embassy,

leads to a hardened group
of armed assassins
in another place entirely.

Sometimes
it's a surgical operation
done with discreet teams...

that no one ever hears about.

Other times,
it's all-out war.

[ Beeps ]

But one thing
is always the same:

with each piece of the puzzle,
you find you understand
your enemy more clearly.

You penetrate the secrecy
that shields the people
behind the scenes,

working your way
to the top of the network,

to the people
pulling the strings.

You keep fighting,

trying to put that last piece
of the puzzle in place,

trying to find
that last person...

who will give you the answers
you're looking for.

[ Beeps ]

[ Buzzes ]

Glad you made it.
I was beginning to wish
I'd brought a magazine.

There was a guard change
at the front entrance.

Isn't knowing that
supposed to be your job
as senior field officer?

Handling that
kind of your job
as operative extraordinaire?

Oh, but that's not
my title.

Until my burn notice
is officially lifted,

I'm just a "civilian
intelligence asset."

Just saying,
the way the boss
talks about you,

I'd think handling
a few government
security guards...

would be
a piece of cake.

I think he's got
a crush on you.

I can hear you guys, you know.
Your mikes are live.

Just busting your chops, boss.
I'm here with your favorite toy.

I get jealous sometimes.

We're supposed to be wheels up
at the airport in an hour.

- Stop screwing around
and get in there.
- Roger that.

He sounds grumpy.

You'd be grumpy too
if you had a beard
that looked that bad.

You want to do
the honors, superstar?

[ Michael Narrating ]
R.F.I.D. security...

is easy to get around
with a device known in
the trade as a "gecko."

Complicated electronics,
but a simple principle--

any key can be copied,
even a digital one.

[ Device Beeps ]

[ Door Closes ]

Hey, I'll be out of here
in a sec. Just finishing up
a software update.

You know, nowadays, those
updates are done remotely.

You don't have to hard line
into the mainframe.

Unless, of course,
you're trying to steal data.

Game's over, Hector.
You're coming with us.

Listen, this is
some sort of mistake.
Come on, Hector.

We can do this the easy way
or the way that involves
an ambulance.

My name is Tim, all right?
Not Hector.
[ Max ] Tim Sayers?

No. That's the name
on the I.T. badge you stole.
You're Hector O.

I guess after you bombed
the embassy in Albania,

you lost the glasses
and bleached your hair.

- It's workin' for him.
I like it.
- Yeah. Me too.

Guys, seriously,
some sort of mistake.

I'll prove it to you.
I got my license right here.

[ Shouts ]

[ Groans ]

They never choose
the easy way.
[ Body Thuds ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Phone Beeps ]

Hello, Security?
Yes, there's a man down
on the ninth floor.

He's hurt, and I think
he's unconscious.

[ Raines ] Let's move, fellas.
We'll meet you at the
northwest service exit.

We got to hustle before
a real ambulance shows up.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Let's move!

Here's a plane ticket
and a one-off I.D.

You head home
at 2200 hours.

Really good
to have you back.

No, I want in on this. You know
as well as I do this isn't
just another interrogation.

Slow down.
Let us question him.

He could know where
the operations chief is.
And if he does--

Hey! We'll keep you
in the loop.

Make sure you do.

I've waited
a long time for this.
I know, Michael.

- You want answers.
- No, Raines.

I need answers.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the most dangerous times
for a spy is right after a job.

Your guard is down,
which makes it a good time
for an attack by your enemies.

Or, in some cases,

your friends.

Fiona. Uh, Fiona? Fiona?

Don't you think
we'd be more comfortable
on the bed?

What makes you think
that I care--

[ Grunts ]
if you're comfortable?

[ Grunts ]
[ Shouts, Groans ]

- [ Inhales ]
- [ Grunts ]

[ Fiona ]
How was the job?

[ Michael ]
Job was good.
I missed you.

Yeah, I got that.
I think you broke a rib.

So where were you
this time?

Fi--

Right.
Right, right, right.

You can't say.

Secret spy stuff.

Don't you find it
somewhat ironic...

that for years
we've been dealing with
this little... conspiracy?

I think a memo
called it an "unauthorized
quasi-governmental agency."

[ Sighs ]

My point is,

we fought the people
who burned you
for a long time, Michael.

Now they're on the run,

the C.I.A.
hunting the bastards down,

and we're just out.

I wish I could
tell you, Fi.
I really do.

It's been six months now.

Mysterious trips
around the world with Max.

It just doesn't seem fair
that he should get to have
all the fun.

I mean, he's, what,
your keeper or whatever?

He's my Agency contact.
It had to be someone, Fi.

The C.I.A. wasn't
just gonna let me
go out there alone.

When you got burned,

it wasn't just you.

These last four years...

have been hard
on all of us.
Yeah.

I know, and I'm really
sorry about that.

But we are so close
to wrapping this up.

And then I can move on.

I hope you find what you're
looking for, Michael.

I really do.

Then we can all move on.

[ Door Opens ]

- Hey, Ma.
- Look who's here!

The world traveler
returns. Hi, baby.

Sam called.
He said he had something
to show me here.

Yeah, he does.
[ Chuckles ]
Sam, Michael's here!

Mom, every time I come
over here these days, you've
changed something else.

Yeah, well. I thought,
you're starting a new life,

so I'd make
a few changes myself.

- Hey, Mikey!
- Speaking of changes,
look at you.

Yeah. Back in my fighting shape.

- And by fighting shape,
of course I mean--
- We know, we know.

- The ladies love it.
- What can I say?

You know, I think I was
stress eating before,

so I dropped a few pounds
since you nailed these guys.

Please tell me
the cleanup is going well.

Mike, come on.
I had security clearance
back in the day too.

It's going well.
We're making progress.

Progress is good.
Okay, hey.

Come on back.
I got a surprise for you.

Okay, Mikey. Three guesses
what it is. Is it--

Is it my car?
Ah. Give the man a prize.

Now, the, uh, roof
looks kind of like a tin can
mauled by a grizzly bear,

but the power train and
the engine are still ticking,
so I think it's salvageable.

Sam--
Mikey.

Jesse?

Nothing says "welcome home"
like 4,000 pounds
of mangled steel, right?

I wanted to take
the tarp off.

Sam wanted to
let you do it yourself.
More of a dramatic unveiling.

What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be
at CIFA in D.C.?

I thought you told him.
You didn't tell him?
I thought you told him.

I didn't have time.
I just saw him.

I was, but now I'm, um--
now I'm not. I quit.

- You quit?
- I quit. You know what it is?

After everything
I went through with you guys,
helping all those people,

I can't do
the government thing
anymore, man.

It's too much red tape.

It's harder than you think,
going back. You'll see.

He's got a fancy job
with a private security firm
down here.

Big money.
The money's all right.
It's not bad.

- Actually, helped me get this
bad boy out of impound, so--
- Uh, thanks?

Sam said the car had some
sentimental value, said
it belonged to your dad.

Um, please tell me
that you want the car...

'cause it was actually
a huge pain in my ass
to get it here.

This is great.

Things are heating up at work,
so don't expect any more favors.
Enjoy this one.

- Well, aren't you
gonna unwrap it?
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

I should take this.
Is that the Batphone?

Yeah.
Yeah, duty calls.

Hello.
It's Max.

We need you to get up
to D.C., pronto.

D.C.? I just got back
to Miami yesterday.

Well, hop on a plane,
buddy.

Raines decided
we need a little help
on this interrogation.

See you soon.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the things you give up
in intelligence...

is control over
your own schedule.

It's a little like
being a doctor on call--

only your emergencies tend
to be thousands of miles away.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
[ Michael ]
So what's the problem?

The problem is
he's not talking.

Only one of these bastards
is left in the wild, and Hector
there still won't give him up.

- Anything new in here?
- No. The name "John Kessler"
and a blurry photo.

Hard to believe he managed
to assemble so many operations
and stay so off the radar,

but he pulled it off.

The last one.
Yeah. We get him,
we get everything.

Not the mealy-mouth
"I followed orders" B.S.
we got from all the other guys.

Kessler got his hands dirty
on every spy they burned,
every op they pulled--

all of it.

But first,
we gotta find him.

And to do that, we need
to get our friend Hector
there talking.

What do you want me to do?

Just be the same unstoppable
son of a bitch...

I recruited
all those years ago.

Do what you have to do.

Listen, buddy.
I warned you.

I gave you plenty
of chances to talk.

You're leaving us
with no other choice...

but to move on
to other options-- options
that you're not gonna like.

Mm-hmm.
What's that supposed to mean?

It means if you're not
gonna talk to me,

you get to talk
to Michael Westen.

He doesn't get
a government paycheck.

He doesn't play
by our rules.

Knock yourself out,
Michael.

Nobody's watching.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The biggest obstacle you can
face in an interrogation...

is yourself--

when your own feelings,
your own anger,
your own desire for revenge...

are all that stand between you
and the information you want.

The stronger your feelings are,
the hotter your hate burns,

the more important it is
to set it aside.

Do you know why
they sent me in here?

Yeah.
Got a pretty good idea.

They dismantled
the main camera,

but they usually
have an extra one
around here.

Let's have a look.

There we go.

Now we can have
some real privacy.
So what are you gonna do?

You gonna torture me?
It doesn't matter.
I'm not gonna-- I'm not--

Calm down, calm down.
I'm not gonna hit you.

I just want to have
a conversation.
I'm not gonna say anything.

Okay. Then I'll talk.

You know, I've learned a lot
about your organization
over the last four years.

And the thing is,

the more I tried
to dismantle it,
the more I realized...

it was just people.

Not some abstract thing-- just
people trying to get work done
in a dangerous world,

and having a few burned spies
around could make that possible.

And the thing is,
I get it.

I mean, plenty of us
have had that dream--

an operations group
that didn't have to adhere
to government bureaucracy,

that could just
act without rules,
without red tape.

And you made that happen.

Do I support
what it turned into?
No.

But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't understand
that dream, Hector.

I don't blame you.

Even when you came at me
with that knife,

I knew you were just
a guy trying to survive.

But the thing is, these guys,
they don't understand that.

To them, you're just
member number 31...

in a criminal conspiracy
they need to dismantle.

It doesn't
have to be that way.

But you have to help me.

Tell me
where Kessler is.

I can't.
You don't understand.
He'll kill my family.

Not if I get to him first.
How do you think he's
avoided you so long?

He'll see you coming.

He didn't see me coming
when I took down
his entire organization.

You want to protect
your family,
I'm your best bet.

You think you can take him?
Well, let me put it
this way--

He was the head
of operations.

He planned every project
that made my life hell
for the last four years.

I'd like to put those years
behind me, but I have
a few questions--

questions only he
can answer.

So trust me--
I wanna talk to him more than
you can possibly imagine.

Just tell me
what you know.

[ Sighs ]
What the hell did you do
to the camera in there?

We've been deaf and blind
out here for an hour.

It's in the trash can.
I disabled it.

I don't need to remind you,
I went out on a hell of a limb
bringing you back in.

Kessler's in Caracas.
He's got a compound there.

- You want the address?
- What? How--

You said to do
what I had to do.
I did what I had to do.

You said he was good.

What else?
Did you get details?

Kessler's dug in.
We're gonna need a team.

Oh, and one more thing--
I want to bring my people.
Your people? What people?

You mean that ex-SEAL
and your girlfriend?

Yes, the ex-SEAL
and my girlfriend.

I can't have people
without clearance--

Sam and Fi knew
the classified intel
on this op before you did.

They are two more pairs
of boots on the ground
in a country...

that's not too friendly
with the C.I.A. right now.

Max will have his team there.
If you want my help,
I want my team.

You know, I forgot
what a pain in the ass
you could be, Westen.

Yeah, but I'm worth it.

** [ Male Vocalist Shouts ]
** [ Band: Latin ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Intelligence agencies choose
their foreign command centers...

with a few things in mind.

You want a place that's near
main roads, but not on them.

It's best if the owner
is on the payroll...

or is controllable
in some other way.

You want power for
the computers, air-conditioning
for the meetings...

and a generous
late checkout policy in case
an operation goes wrong.

Guys, welcome to Caracas.
How was the flight?
Which one?

It would have been better
if we hadn't been routed
through Turkey.

And Spain. And Costa Rica.
And if they had peanuts.

You know
how these jobs are.

They got to bounce you around
a bit to throw the dogs
off the scent. Let's get inside.

[ Gasps ]

Okay. So, this is what
our taxpayer dollars
get us, huh?

It's low-key,
and it's got a great view
of the street.

You got a couple
of bolivares, the bed vibrates.
Used to be the honeymoon suite.

Well, in this room,
I'd ask for an annulment.

Well, you don't have to
stay in here. You're staying
in room cinco zero cinco.

It's been swept by
counterintel, but try to keep
the shop talk down to a minimum.

And don't drink the water.
I got two guys on Jell-O
and antibiotics so far.

W-We're all staying
in the same room?
Yeah.

- Wow. You really know how
to show a girl a good time.
- Well, don't blame him.

We don't have the resources
to secure the whole building.

Hey, have a little something
from the minibar on Uncle Sam...

as my way of saying
"I'm sorry."
Apology accepted.

You two get settled in.
Mike and I, we're gonna
go over the details.

Well, wait.
We don't-- We don't need to
go over details too?

Uh, Fiona,
just give us a minute.

Is, uh-- Is that
gonna be a problem?
It'll be fine.

I'm sorry. I know
they're part of the team.

Just-- Regulations
are regulations.
What are we lookin' at?

Kessler's compound.
Right where Hector
said it would be.

Can we get in?
Well, we could,
but we'd never get out.

The alarm's wired directly to
the central police station.

We raid the place,
there's gonna be
a huge firefight.

We'd never extract our team
before the Venezuelans arrived.

Hit him on the road.
Unfortunately, Kessler
doesn't travel that much.

And when he does, he sticks
to places with as much security
as he has at home.

He drives
an armored S.U.V. too.

There's no way I can get an okay
to hit it with anything
big enough to make a dent.

So that leaves us with what?

Well, you, my friend.

Meet Commandante
Armando Puente.

He runs a military checkpoint
that Kessler travels
through regularly.

He was trained in Cuba
by the Soviets
during the late '80s.

Since your Russian's
better than mine--

I'm gonna make
a new comrade.

Technically,
"Vasily Andropov" gets
to make a new comrade...

and then convince that comrade
to look the other way
when our team goes in.

Study up, Vasily.
There's a full legend
in the file.

This is a surgical strike,
Michael.

If anything goes wrong, we're
gonna have a major international
incident on our hands.

And if you end up
in a Venezuelan prison--

Yeah, yeah. It's gonna be tough
to do a prisoner swap for a spy
who's still officially burned.

I get it.
I can handle it.

Talk to your team.
Get cleaned up.

You scout the checkpoint
at 1400 hours.

[ Fiona ]
Oh, sightseeing is so much
more fun with a machete...

and scouting
a military checkpoint.

Maybe your C.I.A. buddies
could throw in a hotel
and some flight upgrades?

I could get used to
a vacation like that.
I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[ Sam ] That makes one of us.
How long is this gonna take,
Mikey?

I got a half a bottle
of tequila waiting for me
back at the hotel.

What? They said
not to drink the water.

[ Man Speaking Spanish ]
Ooh, it looks nasty. What
are you doing here exactly?

Offering a bribe-- to him,
in the officer's uniform.

All right. I'm gonna need
a little private time with him.
Give me about 10 minutes.

Yeah, I think
Chuck Finley and his wife
can handle that.

- What do you think, Darlene?
- Actually, you're
Tara and Greg Winter.

Max already backstopped you
with passports, licenses,
baggage claim stubs.

Yeah, yeah. Everything except
the monogrammed socks. Great.

The Winters are gonna
have some car trouble
at the checkpoint.

- Okay, so you need us
to rig a car.
- Max already did that.

Oh, I see. So it's probably
one of these fancy-shmancy
pre-rigged things.

- Totally state-of-the-art.
- Top secret.

Uh-huh.
Completely undetectable.

Yeah, I could have done that
with some olive oil
on the engine block.

I guess that's the world
of the big leagues.

Okay, come on.
Let's get this done.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're working
under a cover I.D. overseas,

it's all about
the little things.

The farther you are from home,
the higher the stakes.

That's why you study.

You have to know
every visa on your passport,
every detail on every document,

the entire history of the person
you're claiming to be.

It's true whether you're
pretending to be...

a Russian spy on a foreign
recruitment mission...

or a clueless American tourist
with a bad rental car.

Well, I certainly didn't
rent the damn thing!

Well, what do you
want me to say?
I'm sorry?

We're here in Venezuela.
It's not like there's a lot
of choice of rental cars here.

- Señor.
- Huh? Yes, sir.

Señor, por favor,
se tiene que mover.

I would love to, okay?
Yo quiero vroom-vroom.

But as you can see,
the car is en fuego.
It's on fire.

[ Soldier ]
A mí no me importa
cuál es el problema.

I hope that means you're
gonna get a mechanic,
'cause otherwise--

[ Both Arguing ]
Here we go.
I'm gonna fix it...

'cause you
certainly don't know
what you're doing.

- Let me do it.
- Oh, boy. Yeah, you really
nailed it there.

Señora, por favor.
[ Coughing ]

[ Sam ]
Give us a break, please.
A little help.

Help us!
[ Sam ]
Por favor.

It's kaput.
We need help.
Muévelos.

[ Coughing ]
Juan. Pepe.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're recruiting an asset
from a hostile country,

you pose as a citizen
of one of your target's allies.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Someone who would never help
the United States, for example--

might be perfectly happy
to help a Russian.

[ Russian ]

[ Russian Accent ]
Engl-- English.

Fine.

Now, why are you here?
For this man.

Señor Kessler.
He drives through here,
always with armed guards.

He is... American.

What do you want with him?

This man has committed
many crimes in my country--
terrible crimes.

Señor Kessler
is well-connected.

He has friends
in government.
He has money.

That is why
I come to you, comrade.

Other men get rich
off this criminal,

but you-- you serve
this country.

This man
is very dangerous.

You would be doing a great
service to your country
and to my country.

All you have to do
is bring him here alone,

and my team will
take care of the rest.

Think about it, comrade.

I will be at this address
this afternoon.

I hope to see you soon.

I will make it
worth your while.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's always a tense time...

right after you've made a pitch
to recruit an asset
on foreign soil.

If they accept,
you're in business.

If they decline,
you're in jail.

Which is why
it's a good idea
to have backup.

Don't worry. He's only
a few minutes late.
He'll be here.

Well, when he does get here,
quit talking in my ear.

If he hears you, I'm dead.
He's not gonna
hear anything.

That radio's
so far down your ear canal,
it's tickling your brain.

Okay, Michael.
Puente's here.
Look Russian.

Komandir, you came.
I was beginning to worry.

Is there something wrong?
I spoke to a friend
at F.S.B.

He said he has never heard
of your operation.

Who are you?
You pull a gun on me.

Abort, abort!
Get the extraction team ready.

Alpha team getting
into position.

What, are you kidding?
Mike is never gonna
let you just pull him.

- Let him sell it.
- What are you talking about?

He can handle himself.
Just give him what he needs.

Alpha team, stand by.
Find Puente's F.S.B.
contact. Now!

[ Puente ]
I will not ask you again.
Who are you?

I told you,
I am Vasily Andropov.

My friend said there is
no such person at F.S.B.!

Calm down. Calm down.
I will calm down!

When you tell me
who you are.

Then I am calling security
forces, and you can explain
yourself to them.

There are three
F.S.B. operatives
specializing in Venezuela--

Victor Banin, Bogdan Egorov
and Gennady Yohzin.

[ Michael Narrating ] Magicians
and mind readers often use a
technique known as shotgunning--

I spoke with Banin
yesterday.

Uh, he told me
this might happen.

in which you determine
what your target is thinking...

by throwing a bunch
of information at them
and reading their reactions.

I don't know Viktor Banin.

It's effective for spies
as well,

but it's considerably harder
to do with a gun pointed at you.

Of course
you don't know Banin.
I spoke with Gennady.

Eh, it is their job to shoot
your good friend Bogdan...

if this mission goes wrong.

[ Phone Beeps ]
[ Max ]
All teams stand by.

- How do you know Bogdan?
- I am an F.S.B. agent.

I don't come to this mission
without knowing who you are
and who your friends are.

Tell me this--

Why has not Bogdan heard
of this operation?

Bogdan is an F.S.B. analyst
in St. Petersburg.

- He's a computer nerd.
- Uh, tech specialist in
Latin-American studies.

Here we go-- disciplined
for alcohol abuse.
The guy's a booze hound.

He's an alcoholic, Mike.
What can I say?

Maybe he was too drunk
or too busy playing
with his computers...

to notice the memo
on his desk.

I am sure that when he
is executed for ruining
this operation,

he will wish he was
a little more attentive.

You have a decision
to make, Komandir.

You can shoot me, but
then you will explain yourself
to the F.S.B. and to the police.

You can leave,
and I will find someone else.

Or you can help me
with the American,

you collect your fee,

and you keep your mouth shut.

Come on, Mike.

If I find you are lying,

I will not hesitate
to shoot you.

I would expect nothing less
from a soldier.

[ Liquid Pouring ]
Let us drink.

Na zdorovie.

All right, everybody.
I'm gonna review this one time,
so pay attention.

Michael and I will be
in the command van here.

Kessler will approach
the checkpoint,
moving southbound.

When he gets to the checkpoint,
we have an asset in place...

who will separate him
from his security.

Michael, you want to
go over those details?

I've arranged with the commander
of the checkpoint to take
Kessler into the outbuilding...

to view his documents
while keeping
his soldiers outside.

At this point, the extraction
team will enter from the east,
using the forest as cover.

[ Russian Accent ] Remember:
You're supposed to be a Russian
team, so speak Russian.

[ Normal Voice ]
Or keep your mouths shut.

[ Max ]
From there, he goes
to the transpo team,

which puts him in a box
and gets him on a plane.

Documents has already
created the paperwork.
Are we clear?

All right. Remember,
this guy Kessler, he ran his own
covert ops for a long time.

He did it well.
He's not gonna be a pushover,
so be ready for anything.

Okay.
Let's move out.

[ Team Chattering ]

Hey, Mike, can we
talk to you for a second?

- Sam, I don't have time.
- Well, I suggest
you make time.

Max put Sam and me
on bag-watching duty
at the airport.

What's next,
coffee detail?
Fi--

She's got a point,
Mike.

You say we're part of the team,
but we're definitely not
part of the action.

You have been part of it,
which is why you have to
hang back now.

Puente thinks
you're American tourists
with a bad rental car.

If he sees your faces again,
he'll know we set him up.

Look, we can stay out
of sight and still be ready
to back you up.

Sam, you know this is
the way they do things.

Different teams
have different jobs,
for operational security.

Operational security?
What happened to the way
we do things?

- It's their show, Fi.
- It's our show too, brother.

We should be able
to see this through.
I mean, right is right.

All right. Michael, let's go.
Bravo team's already moving out.

I gotta go.
I'm sorry.

I'll see you
back in Miami.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The challenge of a good,
large-scale field operation...

is to keep all parts coordinated
while keeping them
as separate as possible.

Field units are separate
from transportation units--
[ Speaks Spanish ]

with the command unit
separate from both.

When things go right,
they all work together
as one big team.

- Okay, we've got
the target moving.
- [ Man ] Roger.

It's all you, buddy.

[ Michael On Radio ]
Extraction team, stand by.

Mr. Kessler, I need you
to come inside for a second.

- Is there a problem?
- [ Puente On Radio ]
There's no problem.

Just some documents to sign.
Please, come inside.

Okay, everybody ready?

[ Michael Narrating ]
The problem with
remote command centers...

is what happens
when things go wrong.

[ Michael ]
What's going on, Max?
What the hell is happening?

Anyone stuck in
the command center is too far
away to do anything about it.

Damn it!

My radio's not working.
We got no contact.

Kessler knew we were here.
[ Explosion ]

We're blind.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Fi, not a good time.
Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

[ Gunfire ]

Wait. Where are you?
Red team, come in.

We're about 50 yards
from the checkpoint.

Fi, you were supposed to
be at the airport.

We decided to stick around
and watch the experts
do their thing.

- What's happening out there?
- I'm not sure.

It looks like Kessler picked up
on your radio frequencies
and jammed them.

They must have had some kind
of scanner in the car.

How many down?
The smoke is still
clearing, but it's bad.

[ Engine Revs ]
He's moving. He's heading
back to the compound.

I hope you have
a plan B.
I'm working on it, Fi.

Kessler's men took out the team
before they could move in.

Sam and Fi are helping
with survivors.
Sam and Fi?

Sam and Fi aren't
supposed to be--
They're helping with survivors!

Kessler's on his way to
the compound. We got less than
20 minutes to salvage this.

How the hell are we
gonna salvage--
Just get in the van!

There he goes.
This is our last chance.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Uh, what's going on here?
Do we have a plan?

A plan? No.
I got some tactical goals
and a rough approach.

A rough approach?
Oh, well, that's terrific.

Thank God we got that,
because we don't have backup,
video feeds or working comms.

Welcome to my world.

- You're sure
you want to do this?
- I am not letting this go.

This is our chance to get
Kessler before we're swamped
with security forces.

You want out, I'll slow down,
but I am not stopping.

- Floor it!
- Hang on!

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man Shouts ]

Is this seriously
how you do things?
When I have to.

How are you still alive?
That's a good question.

I eat a lot of yogurt.
[ Glass Shattering ]

[ Shouts ]

I think we're a little
outgunned here.

Grenade.
Make that
"a lot outgunned."

If you cover me,
I can flank him and
take him out from the woods.

[ Grunts ]

[ Screams ]

Or you could just shoot 'em.
That works too.

Let's get inside. We're gonna
have every cop and soldier
in Caracas here in a minute.

Keep your head down.

Uh-oh. I think we lost him.

I don't think we lost him.
I think he doubled back.

[ Weapon Cocking ]

- Or we're both wrong.
- No! Don't shoot.
I want him alive.

Steel door.
[ Groans ]
A safe room?

Somethin' like that.
The walls are metal.

All right. Unless you
have a thermal lance,
I'm calling this one.

No. I'm not leaving here
with the job undone.

This is not about
your personal revenge,
Michael.

We'll get him another time.

How? You don't know
anything about him.
[ Beeping ]

He compromised a secure
C.I.A. communications system.

What do you think you're
gonna do, just grab him
at the airport?

- Fi, you guys all right?
- As well as could be expected.

The team is pulling out
with their wounded now.

I need you to
buy us a little time.
Slow the cops down.

You know the choke point
on the road near the bridge?

All traffic going
to Kessler's has got to
pass through there.

And you want us
to stop them?

Consider it done.

I don't know what you think
buying us a few extra minutes
is gonna do.

It would take us hours
to get through that
with the right tools,

and we don't have
anything.

Kessler's men have grenades.
We do this right,
we can make a hole.

Old school.
I like that.
I got 'em.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The most vulnerable system
in any reinforced structure...

is typically ventilation.

Holes that let in air
can also let in other things--

like the explosive cores
of concussion grenades,
for example.

They're a high-quality explosive
and quite effective.

Of course,
you have to get them into place
without blowing your hands off.

Hurry it up, Sam.
We've got about 30 seconds
before la policía get here.

Yeah, well, you know what?
Next time Tara and Greg Winter
take a vacation,

you get to
soak the upholstery
in gasoline.

Well, first bullets,
now fire.

So long, old girl.

So, you think the C.I.A.'s
insurance plan covers that?

Well, maybe.
But I doubt it covers this.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Last chance, Kessler!

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, your job
is intelligence.

You might want to back up
away from the wall!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether you're after
national security secrets...

or operational information
about the people
who destroyed your life,

the job is the same.

We'll go in quick.
He'll be stunned.

Anything to get us
out of here sooner,
I'm all for. Do it.

There's no greater satisfaction
than that moment...

when you finally get the answers
you're looking for.

Is he alive?

And nothing
is harder to take...

than having those answers
forever taken away.

He's dead.
I thought you said
the blast wasn't enough to--

It wasn't the blast.
He shot himself.

Well, I guess he didn't
want to be taken alive.
Well, it happens.

We did our best.

That's it?

All this way?

After all these years?

That's it?
Hey. Hey.

- [ Shouts ] That's it?
- Hey, listen! I'm sorry, man.

But if you wanted tidy endings
and easy answers, you picked
the wrong job. He's gone.

[ Sirens Wailing ]
The police are here.
We gotta find a way out.

Come on. Come on.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A well-trained police force
knows...

that the first priority
when arriving at a scene...

is to establish a perimeter
and lock down the area.

You let them do that,
and chances are
you're not getting out.

I got Kessler's gun and
a spare clip. We can hold them
off for a little while, but--

We won't be able
to shoot our way out--
at least not that way.

Grab that fan.
I got an idea.

That's why it's important
to make sure that
they have a higher priority,

like dealing with
a more urgent threat.

[ Automatic Gunfire ]

If you've got enough ammunition
and a good oscillating fan,

you can keep them busy
dealing with your gun...

while you're busy
getting away.

Well, we made
the papers.

Not exactly the goal
of this little operation,
but it's something.

Could be worse, I guess.
Could be a picture
of our corpses.

Is my Spanish that bad,
or does this say,

"The shootings are believed
to be a part of a kidnapping
attempt by a Colombian cartel"?

Yeah. P.R. guys
did a good job.
We got out clean.

Clean?
With two team members K.I.A.
and a dead target?

I don't know
what to tell you, Michael.

Our job is to do the impossible.
We took Kessler out of the game.

Yeah, with help from
a few pinch hitters.

You're never gonna hear it
from the Agency,

because officially
you were never in Caracas,

but... thank you.

It would have been
a lot worse without you.

- Unofficially, you're welcome.
- Anything for the cause.

So this is how it ends--
a body on the ground.

Yeah, but he put a bullet
in his own head and not yours.

Hey, I'll drink to that.
Mike, you won.

The people that burned you,
the whole damn network--
It's done.

To new beginnings.

Mike, uh, you're kind of
leaving us hanging here.

I saw the door open.
What are you doing here?

I hope I didn't
surprise you, Mom.
I-- I thought you were out.

No, I was just at
my yoga class at the Y.
Huh!

Glad to see you're
taking care of yourself.

Hmm.

Oh, well. Baby steps.
[ Exhales ]

Which reminds me--
Sam said that you're on your
way back to your old job.

Something like that.

He also said that...

you didn't quite find
what you were looking for
on your trip down south.

I had a chance
to finally get some answers,

make sense
of the last four years,

and that chance
ended up in a body bag.

You know, all those years
I lived with your father,

I used to think through
millions of ways...

that I could
confront him,

everything that I
wanted to say.

And all of a sudden,
he drops dead.
That's it.

You know,

people talk
about closure,

but I don't buy it.

Somebody blasts
a hole in your life,

it tends to stay open.

It does, doesn't it?

[ Chuckles Quietly ]

So what do you do now?

Now?

Things go back to normal,
I guess.

Normal?
What exactly is normal?
[ Laughing ]

I have no idea.

Here's an idea.
Why don't you fix
the Charger?

This? Oh, no. No, no.
This is beyond saving.

Nothing is beyond saving
if you work at it.

Nothing.

Besides, then I could
have my garage back.

Want anything?