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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.

[ Guests Chattering ]

[ Chattering,
Laughing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's a cliché that spies
wear tuxedos in the field.

While there's some truth to it,

you don't usually wear them to
baccarat tables in Monte Carlo.

Most of the time
you're in black tie,

it's at rubber-chicken dinners,
political fund-raisers
or charity auctions.

Not quite as glamorous
as the French Riviera,

but at least you'll usually
get free drinks.

Oh. Look at you.
Don't you clean up quick.

Didn't have much choice.
You gave me only
45 minutes' notice.

Sorry about that.
The boys up at Langley just
got wind of a little situation.

We're gonna have to run this op
on the fly.

What's the job?

A yet-to-be-identified
foreign government...

plans on stealing tech secrets
from the Swedes.

At a fund-raiser
for marine animals?

Mm-hmm.

Gunther Ehren.

He's got a soft spot
for manatees.

He owns JetSwede, the high-end
aeronautics company.

And you see that tablet
he's carrying?

Idiot's got his entire computer
backed up on that thing.

We're talking design specs,
contracts, prototypes.

That is a tech thief's dream.

Since it's just the two of us,
I take it we're not here
to stop the thief.

Oh, no. We just want
to find out who's behind it.

State-of-the-art
R.F.I.D. tracker inside.

Ain't microtechnology something?
It's like the future.

You want me
to plant this on a target
we still haven't identified?

Told you, the Company's flying
by the seat of its pants here.

Well, I guess
you called the right guy.

Super.

Keep an eye on Gunther.

And try some of the seviche
while you're at it.

[ Chattering ]

Hi.

How are you doing?

1,700. Looking
for the eight. 1,800.

Would've bid a nine. 1,900.

2,000. 2,100.
Back to you then.

What'd I miss?
[ Bid Caller Continues,
Indistinct ]

Just Gunther putting down
his fourth plate
of tiger prawns.

They are very good.

Uh-oh. Somebody's got
the thousand-yard stare.

What is it?

Did you ever read
the report I submitted?

I know it was long,
but we're talking
about four years of--

Again with the people
that burned you?

Michael, you were there.
We broke them to pieces.

We ground them into dust.
It's over. You won.

I guess. But I flagged
some inconsistencies
the Agency should look into.

Westen--
Questions that never
got answered.

Relax.
[ Bid Caller ]
Thank you.

That concludes
our California vintage.
We will take a 10-minute break.

If you keep playing the boy
who cried, "Shouldn't we
triple-check this?",

people are gonna start
thinking that you're a nut.

Because you sound like a nut.

Max, wait a second.
Here we go.

We've got action
on our computer thieves.

Oh!
[ Plate Shatters ]

Oh, so sorry.

We're on.

Hey! Where the hell
do you think you're going?

You weasel-face
son of a bitch!
You talking to me?

I know what you're doing,
and I really don't
appreciate it!

Excuse me, but I think--
You have been driving up
the prices on me all day!

You made me lose
the Diamond Creek cabernet!

It's because of you--
No, no, James!
Easy, easy. It's not worth it.

This is between me
and my new pal,
weasel-face.

You're drunk,
and you're confused.
Am I? Am I?

Let's just see.
Let me see your paddle.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Pretending to be
a belligerent drunk...

lets you get close to a target
long enough to plant a tracker
without them getting suspicious.

You-- Get the hell off!

Of course, if you plan on making
a scene at a fancy hotel--

That's enough, sir.
you'd better be ready
to pay the price.

[ Michael Grunts ]
Easy, guys.
We're leaving.

Okay!

So, we good?

[ Beeps ]
Tracker signal's at full
and on the move.

We have liftoff.
Oh.

Oh. Hope that's not a rental.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Seeing a project
through to completion...

requires a certain level
of obsessiveness.

The problem is you can't
turn it on and off.

So you end up doing things
no one else can understand,

like sticking with an operation
long after it's over...

or trying to fix a car you
should've given up on years ago.

Fi, can you give it a try?

Not until
you answer my question.

What did Max say
about your report
on the people who burned you?

Not much.

[ Sighs ] Your obsession
with this...

is starting to wear
on me-- on us.

Now I want a real answer.

Did Max buy your theory
on loose ends?

He said it wasn't worth pursuing
and I should drop it.

And?

I'm dropping it.

I'm starting to like Max.

- [ Engine Cranking ]
- [ Michael Groans ]

Sounds like you need
a new distributor.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but your friend Barry
is here with his brother.

His brother?
There are two of them?

They have a problem.
I said you'd help.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm off to aqua yoga.

We are practicing underwater
chakra meditations today.

Be good.

- Fi, I have a meeting
with Max--
- Say no more.

Maybe he can talk even
more sense into you. Go.

I'll handle Barry.

Fi! Long time no see.

- Where's Mikey?
- Swallow. Then speak, Barry.

Fi, I'd like you to meet
my brother, Paul.

- He's screwed
six ways from Sunday.
- Nice to meet you.

Barry talks about you and your
friends like you're superheroes.

We get lucky every once
in a while. What kind
of trouble you in?

I manage the Dade County
Teachers Credit Union.

Yeah, finances
run in the family.

Except Paul here,
he follows
the rules.

Last night, somebody stole
an encrypted server filled with
thousands of member records--

- Social Security numbers,
account info.
- Did you report it?

We keep the records
in a secure area.

You need a PIN and
a call-and-response key
to get in.

I checked the logs.
I don't know how, but--

Whoever did this
stole your access codes
and key to get in.

Bingo. Enter black sheep Barry.

I can't get an invite
to my niece's birthday party,
but, uh, I got a call for this.

That's not fair, Barry.

Last time I invited you
to a family function,
you brought an escort.

Fi, will you tell him
that wearing
a short skirt...

does not make you
a prostitute?

She actually said,
"I am an escort."

Did you come here
for family counseling,
or do you need help?

This isn't just about me.
If those records get decrypted,

6,000 teachers are gonna
lose everything they have
in the blink of an eye.

Please, help me get it back.

Oh. I know that look.
She's in.

[ Exhales ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Intelligence agency
field offices...

have to find a delicate balance
between blending in...

and providing adequate security.

Come on, Westen.
I got a tee time
I'm trying to make.

[ Beeps ]
[ Lock Clicks ]

Which is why,
whenever possible,

they piggyback
onto the facilities
of fellow government agencies.

This belongs to you now.

Bosses have cleared you
for a temporary key card.

Keep up the good work,
maybe you'll get
a real one.

- Must be my lucky day.
- Oh, it gets better.

We followed the tracker that
you planted on the thieves
at the auction.

The tablet's being
held at a company
called Vaxilar Investments.

Vaxilar Investments.
Sounds vague.

Well, it's a shell company with
ties to the French government.

Turns out the frogs
are behind the whole thing.

So congratulations.
Mission accomplished.

I'm getting the feeling
you didn't call me in
for a high five.

Well, you know
that no good deed
goes unpunished.

The brass was so impressed
that they've given us
a follow-up assignment.

They want us to break in
and steal the same file
from Gunther's tablet.

You know the game.

They steal secrets,
we steal secrets.
It's all good fun.

Until someone gets caught.
Then we don't get caught.

There's only one problem.

Heat sensor-- state-of-the-art.

Vaxilar's got a secure room
with these hanging all over
like Christmas lights.

Anybody walks in there with a
heat signature above room temp,
and "whoop, whoop!"

We should heat up the room.
Maybe it's time...

Vaxilar Investments had an issue
with their A.C. system.

You make it look too easy,
Westen.

[ Laughing, Chattering ]
[ Sam ]
Sorry, Fi, I can't help you.

I'm not really
a big Barry fan anyway.

It isn't Barry.
It's his brother.

His brother? Dear God.
There's two of 'em?

Yeah, I know.
But he's actually
kind of sweet.

Doesn't matter.
Elsa's coming in tonight
on the G6.

I got to prepare
the vessel.

Just hear me out
about Paul's problem.

Jesse combed the company's
employees for suspects,

and we found one
worth talking to.

Sorry, Fi.
Too risky.
[ Ice Cubes Clinking ]

- Another mojito, Mr. Axe?
- Yes, Edward.
Thank you for asking.

Appreciate it.

First-name basis
with the staff, huh?

Well, you know,
being the owner's boy toy
does have its perks.

Now you see why I don't want
to disappoint Elsa?

Oh. Absolutely.
Fi, what are you doing?

Well, it's your choice, Sam.
Either I can be Cousin Kelly
here to take you out to lunch...

or I can be
your hot new fling.

It's up to you.
Yes, yes. Cousin Kelly.
[ Chuckles ]

I'd love to have
a pastrami on rye with you.

Okay, you got me
until Mike's done with his date
with the C.I.A., and that's it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In many ways, the more
sophisticated a thief is,

the easier they are to find.

Anyone who gets a job
under a fake name...

and uses stolen high-security
access codes...

leaves a fat paper trail,
which means, if they're smart,

they have no intention
of hanging around.

[ Vehicle Door Closes ]

Ooh, looks like
we're just in time.
Someone's skipping town.

Yeah. "Someone" goes
by "Griffin Kehl,"

or at least that's the name
he used to get a janitor job
at Paul's bank...

just before the server
went missing.

[ Laughs ]
Talk about
a career criminal.

Guy's been collecting
warrants in other states
like merit badges.

Armed robbery, assault,
solicitation.

Doesn't sound like
the résumé of a guy who
hacks secure access codes.

- No. My guess is
he's a hired hand.
- Okay, wait a second.

You guys dragged me all the way
across town just to help you
twist some lowlife's arm?

When that's the lowlife, yeah.

Oh, somebody call the zoo,

'cause a frickin' grizzly
just escaped.

[ Jesse ] Oh! Grizzly bear
or not, we gotta find out
who his boss is.

- Fi, you got the lookout?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll be back.
Yeah. Have fun, boys.

Yeah.

[ Sam ]
Hey, Griffin.
Oh, you moving again, huh?

Wow. That's, like, uh,
three times in eight months.

Who are you?
How do you know
my name?

It's called research, big boy.
Knowledge is power.

You got time for a chat?

[ All Shouting, Groaning ]
[ Sam ]
Hey!

- [ Sam ] Fi, get in here!
- [ Griffin Grunting ]

- [ Sam ] Help! Grab him!
- [ Jesse ] I'm grabbin' him!

[ Sam ]
Oh! Oh-oh-ohh!

[ Sam ]
Hey, I'm getting him!

- [ Fiona ] Playtime's over.
- [ Sam ]
Freakin' try and hit him!

- Ow!
- [ Griffin Laughing ]

Fi, you shot me!

Quit crying.
It's just a beanbag.

[ Groaning ]

Down, boy.

Did Sam leave without
saying good-bye?

He said he had to get back
to big mama.

Now you feel like talking?

What the hell
do you people want?

We want to know
who you were working for...

when you stole the server
from the Teachers Credit Union.

I'm just a janitor.

All right, we'll keep this
simple, Griffin.

Or do you prefer...
Gilbert McCauley?

I don't-- I don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, big man,
you can tell us who hired you,

or you can swallow
an armed-robbery charge
in St. Louis...

or perhaps a nice
attempted murder
in Lexington.

Don't forget Columbus.

It was just
a solicitation charge,
but the girl was a minor.

You want to come clean
before we start making calls?

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]
Okay, wait.

You don't get it.
The lady who hired me--
this chick is vicious.

The last guy
that pissed her off,
she hacked his life to pieces.

She got his truck repo'd.
She canceled his sick wife's
medical insurance.

She even put him
on a terrorist watch list.

Yes, hello. Could I speak
to a Detective Ashby,
please?

Eve! Her name is Eve!

She paid me 10 grand
to steal the drive.

You think
he's holding out on us?

- You know what?
I think he is.
- Yeah.

- We do this sort of thing
a lot, Grif.
- Okay, okay. Fine.

She paid me to steal
some computers from
the warehouse too.

Oh, how many?

Nine, 12. A bunch!
That's it.

I swear to God.
Please hang up the phone.

All right. So, what if
we wanted to hire Eve?

Sorry, dude.
She works on referrals.

You got to know somebody.

Well, it's a good thing
we know you.

A dozen computers?

Oh. Sounds like she set up
a Beowulf cluster.

[ Paul ]
Beowulf cluster?
That-- That sounds bad.

It's how hackers create
supercomputers, okay?

They cram a bunch of P.C.'s
into one room,

and they attack
the server's encryption.

You can crack a file
in two days.

[ Michael ]
We need
to find that room.

How long would it take
to cook up an encrypted file
of your own?

An hour, tops. Why?

We're gonna hire Eve
to hack it.

We'll tail her
from the meeting to wherever
she's decrypting your server.

Her guy told Jesse she gets
10 grand, minimum, for a job.

I don't have
that kind of money.

Come on.
I mean, now's not the time
to start pinching pennies, Paul.

Oh! What was I thinking?
Why didn't I leave money
in the budget for a hacker?

All right, look, um,
give me a couple of hours.

I can--
I can sell the Prius
and, uh, this Rolex.

No, no. Hey, Paul, come on.

- You can't sell Dad's watch.
- What choice do I have?

People who put their trust
in me are gonna lose
their life savings.

All right, look, look, look,
look, look.

Save the heirloom
and your little go-kart.

I'll get you the cash, okay?
[ Beeping ]

When can we
get this meeting?

As soon as you
get the money.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Criminals who specialize in
hacking are a special breed.

They have the skills to find
legitimate work, but they
choose to steal instead.

They're all about
using their brains
to dominate and control.

Domino. That's game, George.
Time to go.

That's enough spanking
for one day. Go!

That's why
crafting a cover I.D....

that will succeed with them
is a challenge.

They're not looking
for an equal partner.

They're looking
for another loser to sneer at,

so that's
just what you give them.

Well, looky here.
If it isn't my favorite
Cro-Mag, Griffin.

- This your friend?
- Eve, meet Baxter.

What do you want, Baxter?
Yeah, nice to meet you.

Yeah, all right.
So, uh, look,
I'm an old-school thief.

- I like things I can touch.
- You're a dinosaur.
I can see that.

How do you know
each other again?

We done jobs.

How many jobs you done
exactly?

Jesus, I told you.

You know, Lexington,
Knoxville, Atlantic City.

Six. You said six jobs.

Tell them to me again--
backwards, by year.

I don't know if you're a narc
or just a two-bit amateur,
but I know you're lying.

- Meeting adjourned.
- Okay. All right, you got us.

I am a thief,
but we ain't never
worked together.

We met in the back
of a police car
during a vice sting.

What, were you, like,
swept up chasing jailbait?

All right.
Columbus, 2006.
I didn't know.

It's not part of my life
I want to brag about.

So you're a degenerate.

My money still spends.

Buh-bye, Griffin.

I'll bite.
Tell me about your job.

Client came to me.
Hacking job.

Too juicy to pass up.

They want
these financial records
off this World Wide Web site.

A little out of my league.

Lifelines don't come cheap.

Ten grand up front.

Five after-- when I
get the file, sweetheart.

Make it another 10.

Stay by the phone.
This won't take long.

[ Beeps ]
She's on the move.

Red hair, gray top,
black pants.

Don't get too close.

We've got it covered,
Michael.
[ Beeps ]

- Is that her?
- Mm-hmm.

That's the first real redhead
I've seen since I left Ireland.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Vehicle countersurveillance
is very difficult...

if you're trying
to be inconspicuous.

If you're willing to be a little
more obvious, on the other hand,
it gets a lot easier.

You can drive in circles,
go the wrong direction
on a one-way street...

or just stop
in the middle of the road.

[ Horn Honks ]
[ Woman ]
Move!

[ Sighs ]

[ Horn Honking ]
[ Woman ]
Come on!

Looks like somebody
fell asleep at the wheel.

- Keep driving.
- She's right there!

She's checking to see
if she has a tail.

If we stick around,
she'll know.

Don't yell at me.

[ Woman ]
Let's go!

[ Horns Honking ]

Eve just pulled a stop-and-see.
The girl's tricky.

We're not tailing her anywhere.
Is there a plan B?

We're gonna have
to track her digitally
after she hacks the file.

Well, it's lovely that you're
staying so positive, Michael,

but wouldn't that take
government-level resources?

Then I'll have
to talk to someone who has
government-level resources.

I just need to find out
where this hacker
is located.

I got it.
But if she's any good,

she's gonna be
bouncing her signal
all over the globe.

I'd have to rope in half a dozen
of N.S.A.'s finest
to track her down.

It's worth it.
She's gonna hurt
a lot of innocent people.

Yeah? I'm innocent people.

If I get busted using N.S.A.
resources to help a burned spy
with an unapproved mission,

they'll ship me off to Siberia,
and my wife hates the snow.

Max, we're talking
about teachers.

Teachers, Max.
Teachers.

You're really gonna
lay it on, aren't you?
Okay, I'll think about it.

Now would you focus
on the task at hand?

I don't want this thing
blowing up in my face.

We're sabotaging an A.C. system.
We're not defusing a bomb.

Well, I've noticed that things
have a tendency to blow up
when you're around.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Even the most
security-conscious firms...

rarely check their A.C. units
for tampering.

Access the ventilation system
and, with the right hardware,

you can spoil
an enemy's food supply,
sweat out entrenched combatants,

or just warm an office enough
to make intruders invisible
to heat sensors.

Give it a try.

So long, Jack Frost.

Noon tomorrow,
gonna be a furnace in there.
[ Compressor Stops ]

I'll make sure I wear
something that breathes.

So, are you done thinking?
[ Exhales ]

Here's the deal.

When the N.S.A.
gives me an address
on this hacker lady,

Michael Westen--
soon-to-be-reinstated
agent of the C.I.A.--

goes nowhere near said address.

Don't worry about it.
I got friends for that.

Huh. I thought hackers
lived in caves.

Well, good news is
Eve is not home.

But the security system
for this complex
is pretty top-notch.

The whole setup is hardwired,
so nobody's getting in there
without tripping an alarm.

All right,
let's swing by my office
and pick up some gadgets.

We don't have time
to drive across town.
If you can't get in clean,

just give the cops
something else to look into
while you break in.

That sounds good.
How you gonna do it?

Me? Ha, ha. I'm not even
supposed to be here.

- Why do I get the hard job?
- It was your idea.

Do Porsches come
with tire irons?

[ Michael Narrating ]
One way to break into
a secure building...

is to commit
a decoy crime first.

Create an obvious situation
that explains why an alarm
was tripped,

and people won't discover
the real reason you stopped by.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

- [ Alarm Continues ]
- [ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Tires Screech ]

I don't see any computers.
[ Beeps ]

Okay, Fi, the boys in blue
are here.

You two gotta get the server
and get out.

[ Fiona ]
It's not here.

- Then grab what you can and go.
- Check all the floors.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you don't have time
for a thorough search,

the next-best option
is to take what you can
on your way out.

Wait a minute. Bingo.
Here we go.

But if you don't want anyone
to know you were there,

you're limited to things
they won't miss--

Here. Take this.
like trash.

Just put it in your purse.
Come on.
[ Scoffs ]

- [ Alarm Continues ]
- [ Fiona ] Okay, let's go.

[ Policeman ]
Nothin' here.

[ Policemen Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
People tend to think
shredding documents...

is the same
as destroying them.

Actually, it's more like taking
the pieces from a hundred
different jigsaw puzzles...

and mixing them up.

Putting them back together
is just a matter of time
and perseverance...

or having access
to the right software.

Not too shabby, huh?

I pieced together a takeout
receipt, some junk mail
and a partial phone bill.

Yay. Now we know Eve likes
the moo shu chicken At Yee's...

and she's on
the 500-minutes-a-month plan.

Uh, we know a little more
than that, spiky.

I used a connection at work
to pull her text messages
from her phone.

She's been I.M.'ing
some guy named Dean Myers
like he's her new B.F.F.

Dean Myers, as it turns out,
runs a syndicate out of Atlanta.

Not a guy you'd normally find
on your friends-and-family plan.

Check this one.

"The cake will be ready
for the bake sale by Sunday."

Something tells me
she's not talking about
raspberry cheesecake.

Oh! She's almost done
cracking my server.

We'll get it off her hands
before she can sell it.

How? You said
Eve was untrackable.

Who said anything about
tracking? She's gonna
walk Mike right to it.

He's meeting Eve to pay
for the file she hacked,

and then he's gonna hire her
to decrypt it.

Chances are she'll use
the same network she's got
working on your server.

Genius. You see, Bro?

I told you
they're rock stars.

Hey, uh, you need
your bills paid?

Ugh.

[ Object Rattles ]
Ah!

Clever girl.

I guess good looks aren't
the only thing God gave you.

Shut it, creeper.

Twenty grand buys you
a hacked file,
not a hand job.

How about a smile?

Guess not.

Surely 50 grand will
thaw the ice queen.

Fifty? For what?

This file ain't gonna
decrypt itself.

"Decrypt"
is a six-figure word.

Hundred G's it is.
I like a girl
who knows her worth.

There's just one condition.
I need to be there
when it happens.

[ Scoffs ]

No, uh, I need to watch you
"run the decryption,

crack the code
and 'porge' the system."

You mean purge the system.

Yeah. If that means erase,
then, yeah, I do.

Fine. I'll start next week.

These aren't exactly
patient men.

Would another 50,000 put me
at the top of your to-do list?

Maybe, but I don't make
a single keystroke...

until all the money's
in an escrow account.

Yeah, I'll call you
when it's there.

And, Eve, I'm really looking
forward to that first stroke!

[ Sighs ]
Perv.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Line Rings ]

Fi, plan's in motion.
Let's go to work.

[ Barry ]
Wow.

I love
the patchwork curtains, Fi.

I gotta tell you,
I am totally digging...

this new vibe
you got going here.

- How's Mikey taking it?
- He's getting used to it.

- Change is a process.
- Yeah. Well, you know
what else is a process--

putting an imaginary 150,000
into an escrow account
in under two hours.

But, uh, that's what you
asked for, my Celtic princess.

[ Irish Accent ]
And these magical fingers,
they delivered.

- So, what are you making?
- A remote-detonated incendiary
bomb with a thermite core.

Mmm. I love it
when you talk dirty.

Um, I'm sorry.
How does a bomb
get my server back?

Getting it back is the goal,
but Eve's been cracking
that server for two days.

We need to make sure there's
nothing left in her system.

Okay, but is all this stuff
really necessary?

She knows what she's doing, man.
Show some gratitude.

I'm being grateful.
I just want to make sure
innocent people don't get hurt,

a concept I'm not
at all surprised
you find confusing.

- Boys.
- The only thing
that I find confusing...

is that you keep
questioning my friends.

- They know what they're doing.
Trust me.
- [ Singsong ] I'm working here.

You know what I can count on
when you say "trust me"--
something bad happening.

Ow!
Ow!

Now if I make one mistake
inserting this blasting cap,

we all die a fiery death.

So shut up and let me work.

[ Barry ]
Get me in trouble, man.

I can't tell you how glad I am
you two were able to get
out here on a Saturday.

'Cause if I don't get this
sweat lodge fixed by tomorrow,
they're giving me the boot.

Well, you're
in good hands, sir.

If hell does ever
freeze over,

it'll be because the devil
called us to fix his A.C.

Could take a while though.
So, uh, we got this covered...

if you want to enjoy
the rest of your weekend.

No, I think it'd be best
if I stuck around actually.

We got a pretty strict
security policy here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When in the field, it's the
little things that kill you--

a getaway car that won't start,
a jammed gun that won't fire...

or a maintenance man
who won't leave.

You smell that?

When setbacks happen,
you improvise.

- What?
- [ Device Beeping ]

Wait. You don't think--

- Guys, is everything okay?
- No, everything is not okay.

- We got a trioxylene leak here.
- Trioxylene? Wh-What's that?

It's a silent killer created
when natural gas mixes with
the Freon from the A.C. unit.

- We gonna be okay?
- Jean, I need you to get
to the gas shut-off valve...

and turn it off
while we seal these vents.

Can you do that?
Can you do that, Jean?

[ Jean ]
Okay.

Trioxylene gas?

I once convinced a Turkish
diplomat his house was filled
with methylchloridium.

- [ Device Beeps ]
- I think it's hot enough
in there...

to hide us
from the thermal sensors.

I hope so, or we're gonna have
an international incident
on our hands.

[ Door Closes ]
I guess we're good.

Wow. Talk about cocky.

Stolen computer filled
with trade secrets,

and the Frenchies
leave it out in the open.

Okay.

Now we wait.

Mmm.

How's your little
hacker hunt going?

I'm wrapping it up
after this.

Don't worry. I won't be
making a habit of asking
for these kind of favors.

No, no, no, no.
Ask away.

I mean, the answer
might not always be yes.

I'm happy to help
whenever I can.

[ Tablet Beeping ]

[ Michael ]
All right, let's get
the A.C. back on...

before the maintenance man
has a nervous breakdown.

- [ Device Beeps ]
- [ A.C. System Humming ]

There it goes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's important
to keep your guard up...

at the end of an operation.

Once you've found your target,
won their trust
and made a deal,

it's natural
to want to relax a bit.

Hop in.

Keep your hands
to yourself.

But the fact is that's exactly
the time to be most careful.

When money's on the line
and things go wrong,

they tend to go
very, very wrong.

[ Groans ]

What-- What did--

Laced a needle
with ketamine.

- I've heard it works fast,
but wow.
- [ Gun Cocks ]

[ Groans ]
Uh-- I-- I--
Shut up. You're pathetic.

I dug into that escrow account
you set up. It was a fake.

You picked
the wrong bitch to cross.

[ Eve ]
Look who's up.

I've been thinking
about that escrow account.

- Very well done.
- [ Coughs ]

Since we both know
something like that's
out of your league--

[ Grunts, Gasping ]
I have to wonder--

[ Coughing, Choking ]

[ Gasps ]

who are you working for?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When someone's
in a killing mood,

it doesn't help appealing
to their sympathy.

You're better off taking
their rage and redirecting it
at someone else.

[ Gasping, Coughing ]
Dean Myers!

Dean Myers!

- [ Gasps, Inhales ]
- What the hell
did you just say?

[ Gulping Breaths ]
I said-- Dean Myers.

- That's insane.
- [ Wheezing Laugh ]

Come on, sweetie.
We both know
he's your buyer.

I've worked with Dean
for years.

He told me to steal the server
before he landed from Atlanta.

You weren't supposed
to know he was behind it.

Son of a bitch!

- Well, I guess you failed.
- [ Gun Cocks ]

Know what that means?
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! You wouldn't--
I'm just an employee!

You wouldn't shoot
a gardener, would you?

If you wanna hurt someone,
hurt him.

- I can help you.
- How?

Rob him.
Use my crew.
Your crew?

We can set a trap.

You say the word, and we'll
steal his money and the files.

You and me.

Correction.
I get the money.

I get the files.

You get your life.

Unless something goes bad.

Then you get a bullet
in your head.

- He should have called by now.
- You think something
went wrong?

I know something went wrong.
Look who's here.

This seat taken? No?

Thank you.

- Chuck Finley, I presume.
- Have we met?

No, but Baxter told me
all about you-- all of you.

So let's not pretend
like you don't know who I am.

What'd you do with him?

Oh, sweetie.

He didn't mention
you were his girlfriend.

He's a total pervo,
by the way.

So, uh, where is he?

He's taking a ketamine nap.

We made a deal.

I agreed to let him live.
He agreed to work for me.

Which means
you all work for me.

Pretty cool, huh?

You're still going
to be robbing somebody,
but it won't be me.

We speak to Baxter first,
or you can go to hell,
sweetie.

Be here tomorrow.

Eat a good breakfast
and bring your "A" game.

If you screw this up,
Baxter won't be okay.

In fact, he won't be.

[ Sam ] So this is where
the Wicked Witch of the Web
does her thing, huh?

Nice view.

The second she lets down
her guard, we take her out.

Uh, Fi, that's a Glock 26
with a hair trigger.

We move now,
Mike's going home
in a body bag.

So we just take her word
that she's gonna let him go?

No, we play this thing out till
we get our chance, damn it.

You wanted to see Baxter.
Feast your eyes.
No touching.

I hear there's
a change of plans.

Cheer up, guys.
It's gonna be like
taking candy from a baby.

My buddy Dean is on his way.

He doesn't know we're here,
and he doesn't even know
we're gonna hit him.

Load the money
and the computers--
everything--

into baby doll's truck.

And then boom-- it's go time.

Okay, reunion's over.

We've got guests
to get ready for.

"Boom-- it's go time"?
Am I crazy,

or does it sound like
Mike still wants us
to blow up the computers?

Nah, I think
he just gave us a way
to get him out of this alive.

The man wants fireworks.
I'll give him fireworks.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you operate in the field,

you expect your cover
to be tested.

To stay alive,
you keep your facts straight,
your lies simple...

and try not
to come face-to-face
with someone you've never met--

Eve! Hello?

but are already
supposed to know.

- Anybody here?
- [ Eve ] Yeah, we're here.

But when that's unavoidable,

you stare the stranger
in the eyes--
We're all here.

and sell your relationship
with everything you've got.

- She busted us, Deano.
- Who's this guy?

That fake escrow account
you set up didn't work.

Fake escrow account?
Who the hell are you?

After all the jobs I did,
all the money
I made for you,

this is how you thank me?

You try to screw me?

- Screw you?
- Baxter told me everything.

You hired him to steal
the drive from me.

You're crazy!
I don't even
know this Baxter!

Look, I got all your money
right here!

Oh, so you didn't know me...

when you flew me up to Atlanta
and offered me this gig?

You make it a habit
of depositing 20 G's in
the accounts of total strangers,

or is it my lucky day?

Dean, this is a setup.
[ Gun Cocks ]

Not a good idea.

- Allow me, gentlemen.
- Get on the ground.

Whatever they told you,
they're lying.

[ Jesse ]
Get on the ground.
All the way down. Let's go.

You had to get greedy.
It's a shame really.

Put the server, the computers
and the money in my Jeep now.

- Eve, you're making
a big mistake.
- [ Ties Zipping ]

Goddamn it! Listen to me!

Enjoy your stay.

The ocean's
only a few steps away.

And there's nobody around
for miles, so there won't
be anyone to bother you.

Oh. But that means
nobody will be here
to hear you scream.

You can't do this to us.

[ Kisses ]

Eve!

Eve!

We wait any longer,
she's gonna turn this
into a mass execution, man.

If we start shooting,
Mike catches
the first bullet.

Toss the hand cannons in too.

[ Fiona ]
Hold up. I have one more.

Take these.

You three, over there.

Shut it.

Did I tell you?
My crew would deliver.

Yeah, good job, crew.
Now zip-tie your hands.

That's it. Teamwork.

On your knees, please.

It's now or never, Fi.
We gotta take
our chances.

Blow the bomb.
He's too close.
If I do it now, he dies.

Well, it's nice
working with you, Evie.

Actually,
there's one more thing.

Remember that part about me
letting you live if you
help me rip off my buyer?

I lied.
Easy, girl.

It's time for you to ride off
into the sunset, sweetheart.

You got the money.
You got the computers.

Fi, push the button.

Come on, Michael.
A few more steps.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You don't have to kill me.

I know, but I want to.

If you're gonna do it,
then not in the face, please.

[ Sobbing ]
Please, not in the face!

Not in the face.

I don't want a closed casket!

[ Grunts ]

You remember the part
about me helping you get away
with the money and the drive?

I lied.

[ Groans ]

- What do you say
we get the oysters?
- I'm allergic to shellfish.

- Really? Still?
- Still.

- Hi, Fi.
- Boys.

Your server.

Wow.

Yeah, I would tell them you
had a small electrical fire
or something.

You know, be creative.

So, what happened to Eve?

Well, we blew up her Jeep,
hog-tied her, called the police.

She'll have a lot
of explaining to do.

[ Exhales ]
Thank you.

You guys saved my life.

Thank your brother.
He's bailed us out
more than once.

- If it weren't for him, we
wouldn't be here to help you.
- Eh.

- Really?
- Why do you act
so surprised?

I know it's hard to get past
the ridiculous hairstyle...

and the multiple piercings
and the man purse.

- And the wrist cuffs.
- Hey. Fi loves the wrist cuffs.
Am I right, sweetie?

Barry, I'm saying nice things.
Don't make me shoot you.

Don't take family
for granted.

Thanks, Barry.
I mean it.

Fiona, I heard
Michael's distributor
was on the fritz.

This should work
with a '73 Charger.

I'm a bit of a car guy myself.

I will put it to good use.

Hey, Fi, have Mike thank
his C.I.A. friends for me.

I have spent my entire career
avoiding the reach
of the U.S. government,

and I can't believe
they saved this guy's butt.

You're just lucky he's working
with one of the good guys...

who's actually a good guy.

I don't mind that.
Mm-mmm.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Once the bullets have stopped
flying and the mission is over,

the least-glamorous part
of a spy's work begins--
the debriefings.

They're lengthy sessions
to analyze mission strategy...

and discuss operational facts
that will go into
the field reports.

Not the most exciting way
to spend a Sunday afternoon,

unless something unexpected
happens to spice things up.

Max!

Max!

What happened?
[ Gasping ]

What happened?
[ Murmuring ]

Who did this to you?
Who did this to you?

[ Groans ] My-My--
My wife's gonna be pissed.

You say good-bye for me.

No. Stay with me, Max.

No, no, no.

Max.

Max!
[ Object Clicks ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
[ Doors Open ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]
Somebody shot Max.

The police are on the way,
and I think I'm holding
the murder weapon.

[ Fiona ]
What? Who shot him?

I don't know,
but they fired blanks at me.

Why would someone
shoot at you with blanks?

I think they're framing me
for Max's murder.

How soon can you get here?

[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
To secure a location,

police clear rooms one by one
from the ground up.

It's a thorough procedure
but slow.

It gives you the opportunity
to cover your tracks,

wipe down fingerprints,
pick up any shell casings...

and steal
the office access logs.

But it only leaves
one option for escaping.

So when your back's
against the wall
and time is running out,

there's nothing
like seeing an old friend.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Rescue-line launchers
are standard gear...

for most Coast Guard,
mountain rescue
and tactical-assault teams.

They use compressed air
to throw a line up to 400 feet.

Not the type of equipment
you use very often.

But when you need it,
you really need it.

Anyone who's ever
climbed rope in gym class knows
you can't just slide down...

if you want any skin
on your hands by the time
you get to the bottom.

Fi--
Not now.
Get to the car.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Why would anyone kill Max
and frame you for it?
I don't know.

You think it has something
to do with you asking him
to help you track Eve?

There's no way.
Something like that
takes time to plan.

The guy you saw,
was there any--
It was too fast.

I missed him.

Well, we're not
gonna recover anything
from this key-card log.

I covered my tracks.

So I covered the tracks
of the killer.

The only other option
was a murder charge.
It's not your fault.

Well, it's official.

Someone was trying
to frame you.

I found this little parting gift
in the car that you took
to Max's office.

Brand-new box
missing 13 bullets.

Two that killed Max,
two I shot into the wall,

and I bet the rest
are in here.

Mike, did Max say anything
before he--

I mean, anything that
can help us figure out
who did this.

He said to say good-bye
to his wife.

[ Fiona ]
Michael, we have to do
something about that gun.

[ Sam ] Yeah, and we need
to get an alibi for you,
like, right now.

Are you listening, brother?
We got to get in front of this.

I know. I know.

Let's go to work.