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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.

- [ Shutter Clicking ]
- [ Michael Narrating ]
In any surveillance operation,

you have to resist the impulse
to grab your target
and interrogate him immediately.

It may be tempting,
particularly
when your target was, say,

involved in framing you
for a murder.

Of course, just because
it's the right way to do things
doesn't make it fun.

[ Whirring ]

[ Sighs ]

We've been here
two days, Sam.

Face it, this guy
is not calling the shots.

He has Christmas lights
hanging in July.

He may look a little bit
like Michael,

but there is no way
he's capable of killing
a C.I.A. officer...

and setting
Michael up for it.

Yeah, well, I don't think
he's capable of setting a table.

Yesterday I found a brochure
about raising alpacas
for profit in his trash.

So let's scrap
this cloak-and-dagger
and go have a little chat.

I'm wearing my door-kickin'
Jimmy Choos.

Fi, you know the drill.

You want to find out
who this guy works for,
you hang back and watch.

[ Fiona Sighs ]
[ Chattering ]

What if he doesn't
live through the day?

Look at that.
Oh, crap.

A sledgehammer
and some guns.

I don't think they're
here to play bridge.

And you're smiling.

- We get to do it my way.
- Uh, no, we don't, 'cause
we can't risk being exposed.

Well, we have
to do something.
Yes. What we have to do...

is orchestrate Jacob's
miraculous escape
from the Mac-10 brigade.

[ Sighs ]
All right.

Head in.
Let's make it peaceful.

I'll meet you both
out back-- unless
a little war breaks out.

Fi, no war.

Fine. No war.

[ Clattering ]

Mr. Pickles?

Is that you, pal?

Hey, Jacob.

Wait, look,
don't kill me, please!

Ah, don't you worry
about a thing.

I'm not here to kill you.

They're here to kill you.

Wait a second.
Who are you?
Never mind. I'll explain later.

You need to go out the back.

There's a tiny
little woman in a Hyundai
who's gonna protect you.

Uhh. Here we go.
Hang on.

[ Whimpering ]
Don't forget Mr. Pickles.

[ Gun Cocks ]

- Aren't you coming?
- No, I'm gonna cover
your escape,

so I need the keys
to the truck in your garage
and this hat.

Yeah, I-I--
No more talking.

Time to go. Now.
Bye, Mr. Pickles.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, a lot of missions...

depend on the world
not knowing you were there.

Do it!
[ Grunts ]

When an op involves saving
someone's life and keeping
your presence unknown--

Stop him, man!
you have to make
their escape look credible.

So if the person you're saving
is an untrained civilian,

you need to make it look
like they escape...

like an untrained civilian.

[ Mr. Pickles Whimpering ]

Hi. I'm Jacob.
This guy broke into my house--

Honey, what you just heard
wasn't fireworks.

Get in the damn car.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Where have you been?

Two-hour meeting
with Pearce.

She's taking agents to Egypt...

to run down a lead
she thinks she found.

Good. That should give us
a little breathing room.

I got your message.

This is my "I'm concerned
we just kidnapped our only lead
back to Max's killer" face.

Well, be glad it's not your
"Our only lead got murdered
by a Latino gang" face.

A group of thugs was moving in
to send Jacob to the morgue.
We had to pull him out.

According to Jacob,
he was doing some odd jobs...

for some mystery man who
contacted him over the Internet.

And more recently,
he was delivering unmarked
packages in Overtown.

I'm guessing drugs.

The gang thought
he was dealing on their turf
and tried to take him out.

Whoever used Jacob to set you up
is trying to get rid of him.

[ Sighs ]
Where is he now?

Hiding. Upstairs.

What does he know about us?

Well, I kept the details
to a minimum,

but I explained that
it's in his best interest
and ours to find his boss.

[ Barking ]

Something else
you forget to mention?

He brought his doggy?

[ Whimpering ]

I really think I should run.

Seriously, I-I can just
grab my stuff--

Jacob, listen.
That is not an option.

Know what? I think you're wrong.
I think it's the only option.

Well, running
will work just fine...

until your boss catches you
and kills you.

We can help you.

You just have to tell us
what you know about him.

I have no idea who he is.

H-He contacted me by e-mail
about doing some odd jobs.

- Can-- Can I go now?
- [ Fiona ]
No, you can't.

Are you in the habit
of taking shady jobs
that you find on the Internet?

I had no choice.

Construction's dead.
I needed cash.

How did this guy pay you?

He, um, mailed me cash
then texted me the next gig.

The money was good.
I didn't ask questions.

Until a gang
took a shot at you.

I'm in over
my head here!

And I can't even
go to the cops,
because apparently...

I helped out on a murder
and a bunch of drug deals.

Your only way out of this
is with us. You need to help us
get in touch with your boss.

I can't.

The phone he gave me to
contact him with is at my house.

And I am not going back there.

- Fi, I have this job with Sam--
- Yeah. I can go get a phone.

Thanks, Fi.

Hey, Sam.

Mikey.
Back to the old look, huh?

Well, I figure since people
are trying to kill me,

it's not the worst idea
to change my appearance
a little.

Mm. Can't argue
with that logic.

You're drinking
ice tea, Sam?

This job you have
must be serious.

Well, serious enough
I got to keep a clear head.
My lady needs a favor.

She said she would do anything
if I helped her.

Anything, Mike.
Do you have any idea
what that means?

I don't need to.
So what's the favor?

Well, Elsa was helping out
this women's legal aid group.

She met a gal--
Denise O'Lear.

Separated from her husband,
custody problems with their son.

Daddy was supposed to
bring the kid back yesterday,
but I guess he didn't show.

I'm not
a family counselor, Sam.

No, but you were an Army Ranger,
just like this guy's brother--

K.I.A. in Afghanistan.

Yeah.
Apparently after--

Uh, why don't I let her tell it?
Hey, Denise. Over here.

Hi, Sam.
Hey.

So, uh, this is my buddy Mike,
the guy I was telling you about.

We just got to the part about,
uh, John's brother.

My husband was a good man,
but he changed
when he lost his brother.

After he quit his job,
he wanted to move
out of the city,

said he wanted to protect us.

- So he has your son right now?
- That's where we come in, Mike.

Just one quick chat
to convince John
to bring the kid back home.

We'll see
what we can do.
Thank you.

When you see John,
can you just go easy on him?
He's had such a hard time.

We're just
gonna talk to him.

[ Engine Off ]

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

- Say, Sam?
- Yeah, Mike?

Why does it look like someone
spent some time and money
fortifying John's house?

Because someone spent
some time and money
fortifying John's house.

This is feeling like more
than a "one quick chat"
kind of job.

Mike, don't be like that.

We're here. John's here.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

- Fine?
- Yeah. And in the event
that it isn't--

[ Chuckles ]
I brought a tracker.

I'll just plant this
on his truck in case he,
you know, flees.

Mike, come on.
What's the worst
that could happen?

John could tell you to get lost,
and we just talk to a lawyer.

[ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies deal with
foreign agencies,

dirty corporations
and criminal syndicates
all the time,

but none of that compares
to dealing with families.

Asking a man
to take apart his business
or turn on his country...

is easy compared to going
into a man's home...

and telling him how to deal
with the people he loves.

[ Knocks ]

[ Beeping ]

That's why, when confronted
with a family situation,

it's usually a good idea--

Who are you?

to tell the truth.
My name's Michael.

I'm a friend of your wife's.

Denise asked me to come
check on your son.

Tommy's fine.
Oh, I'm sure he is.

I promised Denise
I'd come talk to you.

Look, it is hot out here.

Do you mind if I
come inside to chat?

Neither one of us wants to get
the law involved here, do we?

All right. Come in.
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

- So where's Tommy?
- It's none of your business.

[ Shotgun Racks ]
You want to talk,

you stay right
where you are and talk.

[ Chuckling ]
John, you don't have to do that.
Hey, hey, hey.

What, do you think
you're clever?

Turning to make yourself
a smaller target,
angling towards my off hand?

I said, do not move.

Who the hell are you?
What, do you work
for the government?

No, I'm not
with the government.

Your brother
was a Ranger, right?

So was I.

Bravo Company,
Third Ranger Battalion.

I know what you're going
through, John. I lost a lot of
good friends on the battlefield.

Good men,
just like your brother.

You said, uh--
[ Clears Throat ]
my wife sent you?

How is she?
She's fine.

She'd be better if I could
tell her how Tommy's doing.

John, I'm here
for one simple reason.

You should have dropped Tommy
off with his mother yesterday,

according to
your custody agreement.

Yeah, well, who made me
sign that stupid agreement?
Huh?

A judge from Chicago.

A little,
tiny weasel of a man
on the government payroll...

sat there telling me
what's best for my family?

He doesn't take care of 'em.
I do. So who the hell is he--

John.
to tell me how to
take care of my family?

Calm down.
I'm on your side.

I'm not here
to talk about a judge.

I'm here to talk about getting
Tommy back with his mom.

No.
Tommy stays with me.

Okay, then...
let's go together.

John, I came here out of
respect for your brother,

out of respect
for his sacrifice.

Now put the shotgun down
and talk to me.

Please.

[ Exhales ]

Okay.

"Keep out," huh?

What do you hide
in here, pal?

[ Beeping ]

I knew it!
I knew you were
lying to me!

What, you got
somebody out back? Huh?
Tommy, get the packs now!

No. John, this is a mistake.
I'm not here to hurt you
or your son.

Stop talking right now.
Stop talking right now.
Tommy, let's go!

[ Beeping Continues ]

Where are we going?

It's okay. It's okay.
We're leaving.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are dozens of ways
to disarm a man with a gun,

but unfortunately,
they all come with a risk...

that the gun will go off.

No matter how good you are,
it's not something you want
to try with a child present--

You lead the way.
Let's go.

unless you want to tell
a bereaved mom that you gambled
with her kid's life...

because you felt lucky.

So where's your friend hiding?

- Sam, down!
- [ John ]
Just get away from us!

Come on.

Just stay on the ground!

You're not taking my son!
Do you hear me? Go.

And don't even try
to follow us!

Well, good news
and bad news.

Bad news you know, I guess.
I tripped the motion detector.

The good news is
I planted the tracker.

Now we'll know
where he's going.
We can get the kid back.

Sam, I don't think this is
gonna be quite that simple.

[ Michael ]
We found these
in John's house.

[ Denise ]
Oh, my God.

That's the place John
was always talking about.

He went
with his friends.

He called it a--
a training facility.

It is-- of sorts.

John's there now
with your son.

Oh, God.
Okay, we need
to call the police.

Okay? We need to
call them right now.

No. That is the last thing
we should do.

Why not call
the police, Michael?

Because this isn't
a summer camp, Ma.

It's the home
of a fringe militia...

with some very
antigovernment views.

- How many men are in a militia?
- At this one? About 20.

We have to call the police.

Trust me,
if the police show up,
there will be violence.

But Sam's already there,
and I'm calling in some friends.

Okay, I need
to get my son back.

We will.
We just need to be careful.

No, you don't
understand, okay?
Tommy is asthmatic.

The longer he stays
out in those woods,
the more likely--

Look, I just refilled
his prescription...

because the inhaler
Tommy has with him
is almost empty.

That might be
something we can use.

It's not ideal,

but it'll give us a reason
for John to talk to us.

If anything happens
to Tommy--

John has some serious problems,
but he cares about your son.

I'm gonna go now,

and I'm gonna get you
your son back.

Ma, you need
to keep her calm.
She's--

She married the wrong man.
I know something about that.
Just go get Tommy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
You can tell a lot about a group
from looking at their base.

Their fortifications
can tell you whether they're
focused on offense or defense,

and their vehicle type
and number can tell you
how mobile they are.

The most important thing
to check-- their weapons.

If they're carrying
M16s on full auto,

you're probably not
dealing with amateurs
camping in the woods.

They are locked down tight.

Yep.
Nobody in or out since
John and Tommy arrived.

[ Man ]
The book says--

And they probably don't take
too kindly to visitors.

I don't see a way
to get in clean.

Well, that's because
there isn't.

And you know what?
That's not even the bad news.
That's the bad news.

Guy's name is Zechariah.
He's the E.N.I.C.

"Extremist nutbag
in charge."

The A.T.F. is investigating him
for stealing C-4
from the Forest Service.

I got the kid's meds
from his mom.

Let me see what I can do.

Hey, Son. Come over here
and sit down.
I got this.

[ Mutters ]
Come here.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
[ Sighs ]

[ Wheezing ]

[ Beeps ]

- Hello?
- John, it's Michael.

You got some balls calling me.
The hell do you want?

I want to meet.
I'm outside the compound.

I told you not to follow me.

I had to. I had to bring
Tommy's medicine.

John, listen to me.
The inhaler you have in there
is gonna run out soon.

[ Sighs ]
I need to give you
a new one.

Okay. So leave it outside.
I'll go and get it later.

I can't do that.
I promised Denise
I'd make sure Tommy was okay.

I promised her
I'd see him myself.

Okay, fine.
I'll meet you out front
in a little bit,

but it's gonna
take a few hours
to get it approved.

I'm not going anywhere.

[ Beeps ]
You're planning
something, Mike.

I can see the wheels turning.

This compound
isn't on city power.

Their generators run
off that fuel tank.

If we sabotage it,
we'll be able to replace it.

Right. Kind of like
a Trojan horse play.

So someone has to
ride in on a fuel truck
into that compound.

Uh, yeah.
That sounds dangerous.
I know their type, Sam.

They're not coming out.
We have to get someone in.

And here I thought this was
just gonna be a light and easy
"deal with Jacob" week.

[ Jesse ]
How many bangers we got inside?

Three.
Shouldn't be too hard
for me to sneak past 'em.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Or, you know, I could go in,
and you could stay out here,
because--

If you're about to say 'cause
I'm a woman, I'm gonna knock
your teeth down your throat.

No, Fi. One of us has to stay
here and provide cover if the
other one wants to bail out.

We both know
you're the better shot.

Come on.

Fine.
[ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Sneaking past trained operatives
waiting in ambush...

is usually
next to impossible.

[ TV: Men Chattering
In Spanish ]
They can stay alert...

through the long,
boring hours of waiting,
ready for action at any second.

Amateurs, on the other hand,
tend to relax,

which can give you
the opening you need.

[ TV Continues ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Sighs ]

Uh, Jesse, we only needed
Jacob's phone.

You might want to brush up
on your counting skills.

You know what?
You're in no position to lecture
me about counting, lady,

'cause there was four dudes
in there, not three.

Yeah. And I think the fourth
might have eaten the fifth.

Well, how--
You know, no. Just forget it.
Forget it. Let's go.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Sorry.
I know that took forever.

It's fine. The party
hasn't started yet.
You get what you need?

Yeah, barely.

Drove so fast, I think
I went back in time.

It's not like I could just
run out to the liquid nitrogen
store, you know.

Any action yet?

No, but there's been some
movement inside the compound.

- My guess is they're getting--
- [ Man ]
All right, let's move it!

Right on cue.
[ Man #2 ]
Okay!

How long do you need
to sabotage the tank?

Oh, comfortably?
Twenty minutes.
How about uncomfortably?

Jesus, Mike, I don't know.
Ten minutes,
but that's pushing it.

These guys are
itching for action,

so I should be able to keep
all eyes on me for that long.

Okay, I'll work as fast
as I can, but don't forget--

This army may be fake,
but the guns are real.

I know.

[ Beeps ]
You got 10 minutes, Sam.

[ Man ]
Open it up!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Coordinated covert offensives
involving two teams...

are a lot like ballroom dancing.
[ Man Shouting ]

You have to synchronize
your steps, time your moves...

and always put
your partner first.

But unlike the tango
or the two-step,

it's good form to hog
the limelight during covert ops.

If all eyes are on you,
your partner can work
undetected on the sidelines.

[ Man ]
He's clean.

All right, John.
I have the medicine.

[ Man ] Hold your position!
Now, if he starts
wheezing,

you take two pumps of this--
You come here
to insult me?

Huh?

I know how to take care
of my son.

No, I'm not--
No insult intended.

I lived up to my end
of the bargain.
Let me see Tommy.

Absolutely not.

John and I had a deal.

John does not
make deals here.
I do.

I don't know
who you are--

- You want to know who I am?
- [ Rifle Cocks ]

I'll tell you who I am.

I am the hand of God.

I am his righteous soldier.

I am a man who stands,
a man who will not kneel.
That's who I am.

That's great.
I was going to say,

I don't know who you are,
but I doubt you're a doctor.

Are you?

I didn't think so.

And since you're
not a doctor,

and the nearest hospital
is miles away,

I was thinking
I should give you this.

It's an oximeter.

[ Zechariah ]
Hand it over and leave.

I'll give you the box
if you let me
examine the boy.

Now, you can either
give us the box...

or I will take it
off your corpse.

Back inside.
[ Man ]
You heard him. Let's go.

Let's close it up!

Just wait a damn minute!

I promised
Tommy's mother...

that I'd at least check
his vitals and report back.

You failed.
Report that.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking
to Tommy's father.

[ Metal Creaking ]

This is your decision, John.

The hell it is.

Decisions made on this land
are mine.

These are my men,
and they follow my orders.

This isn't even a real army.
You're not even
a real commander.

Correct me if I'm wrong.
You never served
in the U.S. military.

No, I never did.
I didn't think so.

A real veteran
always spots a fake.

I served my country
and I fought in wars.

I didn't run around
in the woods acting like
a soldier with my beer buddies.

I know your kind.

You think having served
somehow makes you a man.

Well, it does not.

You are not a man.

A man questions
what he is told!

A man does not willingly
accept the lies...

that are shoved down
his throat by government.

You are of the blind,
the ignorant.

Me? My eyes are wide open.

And on my land,
I see nothing but truth.

So I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm going to
allow you to live,

let you return to
the land of the weak.

Now, when you get back there,
I-I do want you
to deliver this message.

[ Grunts ]

If we see you or anyone else
around here again,

we shoot to kill.

[ Men Shouting ]

Did Michael see Tommy?
Is he okay?

I just got off
the phone with Sam.

Tommy's still in the
compound with John, but
Mike got him his medicine.

And they're
working on a plan now
to get someone in there.

Oh, thank God.
Yeah.

So, uh, the next step--
I'm gonna need
your cell phone.

My cell phone?
Yeah.

John's not gonna take
Mike's calls anymore.
We figured he might take yours.

[ Exhales ]

Denise.

It's my son's job
to fix this.

It's your job
to keep it together
for when your boy comes home.

[ Exhales ]
Great job I'm doing so far.

Hey, come on.
Look, I was raised
by a single mom, okay?

It's not easy,
but you did right
by your son coming to us.

And as soon as this
is over, you'll do right
by him again.

Okay.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Using an untrained asset...

to make contact with a target
is never ideal.

Meeting in person would be
an outright failure,

so it helps to do it
over the phone.

[ Phone Closes ]
That way you can write
the script for the asset...

and all they have to do
is read-- most of the time.

I-I can't do this.

You can, Jacob,
and you will.

I can't. I really can't.
I think I'm hyperventilating.

[ Sighs ]
Listen to me.

You do this,
we find this guy
and we get rid of him.

I can't remember anything
I'm supposed to say.

That's why I wrote you
a script.

Start dialing.

[ Beeping ]

It's ringing.
It's ringing.

It went to voice mail.

[ Flatly ]
"Dude, it's me.

I don't know what's going on,
but some gang guys
are trying to kill me.

I think it's 'cause of some
of the stuff you had me do.

I really need
your help, man.
Call me."

[ Sighs ]

I guess
that'll have to do.
What if he doesn't get it?

What if he doesn't check
his voice mail or something?

Ever since you
fell off the grid,

I'm sure your employer
is dying to talk to you.

- What makes you so s--
- [ Phone Chimes ]

It's a text.
I got a text.

"Happy to help.
Stay safe.
I'll be in touch."

So... wh-what does that mean?

It means that
you're gonna hang here.
I gotta go.

And when your boss
decides to get in touch,

we'll decide
what our next move is.

Uh, when will you be back?

Soon, Jacob.

Very soon.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Panting ]
Morning, boys.

What are you doing here,
shopping for gas?

No, we're shopping
for a ride.

See the guy in the overalls?
He owns the joint.

So I called in
a big fuel order, right?
He says, "No, I'm tapped out."

Says his whole supply's
on the road by 9:00 a.m.

That, plus the flag on the wall
and the antique rifle
collection--

I'd say that truck is headed
for the compound.

I guess
dumping the fuel worked.

Well, if that's
my Trojan horse,

I'd better saddle up.

Listen, Fi, once you're inside,
no unnecessary risks.

The driver's gonna take you
right into the compound.

Find a place to hide
and wait until dark.
Okay.

I just need to know
where they're keeping Tommy.
[ Phone Beeps ]

I'm handling that right now.

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Denise.

No, John. It's Michael.

[ Groans ]
Why do you have
Denise's phone?

Because you wouldn't
take my call.

Yeah, 'cause I'm done
talking to you.

Now what's gonna make you
stop-- a bullet?

I'm not stopping until I know
where you're holding Tommy.

No. I'm hanging up.

No, John. Just listen.

Tell me where you got Tommy
so I know he's okay.

Tommy is with me, okay?

He's safe.
Not good enough, John.

How's his breathing?

You set up a filtration system
in his room, right?

No. I didn't know I was
supposed to set up a--

Damn it, John,
are you gonna take this
seriously or not?

I need to tell them
you're doing all you can,
or they'll take Tommy.

At least tell me you covered
the windows with trash bags.

What the hell
are you talking about?

To keep out anything that would
provoke an asthma attack.

[ Sighs ]
Okay.

Yeah. I can do that.

Thank you, John.

[ Phone Beeps ]

They'll be holding Tommy
in the building with trash bags
covering the windows.

Fi, you don't have to do this.
I could--
Oh, please.

You'll stick out
like Sam's chin.

Besides, I've been
wanting to take a ride
out into the country...

on the bottom
of a truck for weeks.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Tricking an enemy into letting
you inside their stronghold...

is a strategy as old
as the ancient Greeks.

But you don't always need
to build a large wooden horse.

With a modified special purpose
insertion-extraction harness,

you can hitch a ride
under a vehicle...
[ Grunts ]

and go right through
the front door.

[ Truck Door Closes ]

Hey.
[ Jesse ]
Hey.

Fuel truck was about
five minutes behind us.

Well, they must have
made up some time.
That sounds like our girl.

Now this is how to spend
a Saturday morning, Michael.

Just come home
in one piece.

You're almost in view
of the compound now.

[ Men Shouting ]

Hang on a second.

What--

What the hell
are those guys doing?

And now the truck
is slowing down.

Yeah.
[ Sam ] Why is he
checking behind him?

[ Shouting Continues ]
Fi, they know you're on board.

What?
How could they know?

I don't know how, but they do.

You got to get off
the truck now. That's why
they're slowing down.

Get off the truck now!

Drop, Fi! Drop!

[ Grunts ]

[ Shouting Continues ]

Drop her!

[ Gunshot ]
[ Grunts ]

2:00!
Over by the trees!

Mike! She's pinned down!
She's not gonna make it
to the trees!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Laughing ]

She'll make it now!

Everybody retreat!
Back to the compound!

Move back! Move back!
Retreat!

They knew exactly where I was.
How the hell did that happen?

Well, they didn't
spot you from
the compound.

And that truck
was barely in sight
when the militia rolled out.

And you weren't made
at the gas station.

The driver was told
you were on board.

[ Sighs ]
So then how?

Wait a minute, guys.
I think I know
what happened.

Check out
those satellite dishes.

They've got
signal-boosting antennas.

Yeah, and they're all pointed
too low. There's a cell phone
tower back that way.

-I saw it when I was driving in.
-Even if they picked up
cell traffic,

they'd need
specialized hardware
to decode the signal.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
they have it.

My A.T.F. buddy told me that,
in addition to stealing C-4,

Zechariah was suspected
of stealing military technology.

And they have
our phone numbers
'cause Mike was calling in.

So we're on a party line?

Well, I guess we're
turning phones off.

Actually, not yet. We know
Zechariah's listening in,
but he doesn't know we know.

- So you want
to stage a phone call.
- Yeah, something that sells...

Armageddon is coming their way
if they don't act now
to destroy us.

Okay, so we lure 'em out
and just stroll past
their undefended gates?

Okay. I'm in.
What do we need?

Something that
sells a last stand.

I think I passed just the spot.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For as long as armies
have built fortifications,

others have tried
to get past them.

Siege warfare can involve
tunneling under, scaling over
or smashing through walls.

Once you're inside though,

you're dealing
with an entrenched enemy
defending his home.

That's why the most successful
sieges often don't involve
attacking at all...

but tricking your enemy
into coming out.

All right.
I'd say that looks just like
a heavily defended ammo dump.

[ Jesse ]
You ready?
Yeah.

Remember,
we got to sell this.
[ Beeping ]

[ Rings, Beeps ]

Well, that sure as hell
didn't work!

Yeah, no kidding.
No kidding.

We're still in one piece,
but barely. Wh-- What now?

Now? Now we storm the compound,
we tear down the walls
and we paint the ground red.

We don't have
the forces we need.
Not yet.

But the cavalry's
on its way.

I want every man
and every weapon
we have...

inside that shed
a half a klick north
of the compound.

We're gonna dig in
and wait.

In an hour, we'll have
the muscle we need...

to punch in
and massacre 'em all.

[ Line Clicks ]
[ Sniffs ]

Well, if that doesn't
draw them out of the compound,
I don't know what will.

Call everybody.

We hit first
with superior firepower.
No one survives.

No one!

[ Man ]
Load up the trucks!
Grab everything you got!

Come on!
Let's go, go, go!

Well, looks like
they're bringing every piece
of hardware they got.

I see one guard
left inside.

Shouldn't be too tough.
Shall we?

[ Groans ]

All right.
Jesse, Fi, pull him out back.
Keep a lookout.

Sam and I are gonna
go get Tommy.
Let's go inside.

[ Shotgun Racks ]

I'll give you one chance
to drop your weapons
and surrender.

We got a problem.

It's not just Tommy inside.

I got to go in-- alone.
Okay, but make it snappy.

Once Zechariah
realizes he's been duped,
he's gonna be out for blood.

And the A.T.F.
is already on the way.

Light 'em up!

Hold it! Hold it!

Surrender your weapons now!

John? It's Michael.

I'm coming in.

You again?
Just stay back!

I'm not here
to hurt you, John.

I just want to talk.

Those bruises are fresh.
What happened?

Nothing!

Just stay back.

I am on your side.

What happened?

He beat you, didn't he?

He ordered everybody
out into the field, and--

and Tommy couldn't breathe,
so I wouldn't go, and, uh--

Yeah, he beat me.
He broke my leg.

And then Tommy got
so scared, he passed out.

Hey! Stop!

I said to stay back!

Look around you, John.

This isn't
what you signed up for.

This isn't right.

What do you want?

The same thing I wanted
when we first met--
to keep your son safe.

And he's not safe here, John.

He's not safe with Zechariah.

Zechariah promised
he'd protect us.

Well, he lied to you
about that.

He's not you, John.
He's not your brother.
I mean, think about your son.

I am thinking about him!
I'm his father!

And as his father,
you have to make a choice.

If you think
it's better for Tommy
to shoot me,

then you need to shoot me.

But if you think Tommy is
better off leaving this place,

then we need to get him
out of here right now.

So stupid!

I believed in that man.

Radio!
You got it.

Radio!

Snyder? Snyder?

Do you copy?
Come back!

There are many things
in this world
to believe in, John.

Zechariah's not one of them.

Son of a bitch.

You need to grab your son,
and we need to go now.

[ Handcuffs Click ]

- No.
- John, what are you
talking about?

You just said yourself
Zechariah isn't going--

No, look. I--
I'm done with him.
All right?

But somebody's got
to stay back and--
and cover your escape.

- John, listen.
- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna leave
my son fatherless.

[ Grunts ]
Get out of here.

Hey. Hey, pal.

Hey.
[ Tommy Coughs ]

Dad?

Hey. Hey.

So, you're gonna go
with this man here.

And, uh,

I just want you to know
that everything I do,

I do for you.

[ Kisses ]
Love you, buddy.

You just tell your mom
that I love her too.

Okay?

[ Exhales ]
I wish I could
find the words. I--

You don't have to say anything.
I'm just glad he's back
with you.

If only John's brother
hadn't died,

maybe John would have
taken a different path.

Things happen, honey.
You can't always control
the way life goes.

Could have been
a lot worse.

It's a miracle
he got out of the compound.

He's checked himself
into a hospital.
He's gonna be okay.

And, um,
the rest of them?

A.T.F. has rounded up
most of them.

Zechariah's gonna spend
a lot of time in prison.

- So what now?
- I have family in Georgia.

I was thinking of moving
there with Tommy.
Think it'd be good for him.

You both deserve
a fresh start.

I never got away
from my husband.
[ Chuckles ]

I always regretted that.

It's incredible
what you did, Michael--
getting through to John.

Your mom told me
about your dad.

I know how hard
this was for you.

I-I keep thinking
about Tommy.

He's gonna be okay.

How do you know?

He has a mom that loves him.
He'll be fine.

[ Door Closes ]

I just want to go.

Once we know where your
former boss wants to meet,

and that he doesn't need
to talk to you on the phone,
then you'll be free to go.

I got to say, it's lucky
you look like me and go
to the meeting in my place.

I wouldn't
call it lucky.
Well, all's I'm saying is,

I don't want to meet the guy
who wants me dead.
[ Phone Chimes ]

It's a text.

From him.
Oh, thank God!

Now can I go?

"Hurricane Cove Marina,
Slip 237, 1:00 p.m.

Don't be late."
Now you're free to go.

Hey, uh, next time
you get a job offer
over the Internet,

you might want to ask
a few questions before you
just say "Yes."

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, I know you need my clothes
to go pretend to be me,

but when you're finished,
I was wondering
if I could get them back.

No.

You know what?
Never mind.

Bye, Mr. Pickles.
[ Barks ]

Not loving this, Mike.

The guy shot and killed
a C.I.A. officer.

He could be anywhere around here
with a sniper rifle, looking
to do the same to you.

No. If he's trying
to kill Jacob, he'll make it
look like an accident.

My guess is there's a reason
he wants to meet on the boat.

So you think he's planning
to kill the guy, sail out
and dump the body?

Sounds about right.
Yeah, like I said--
Not loving this idea.

But I'll be on Bluetooth
if you need me.

You see anybody, Mike?

No, there's no one
on board.

[ Phone Chimes ]

Jacob just got a text.

"Can't make it.
Take the boat.

Meet me in the Bahamas
at Marsh Harbor."

Marsh Harbor?

Yeah. The guy was
even nice enough...

to leave Jacob a map
showing him
how to get there.

Well, that was sure
decent of him.

What kind of game
is this guy playing?

The kind that goes "boom."
Just found a bomb.

We got four pounds of C-4
wired to a trigger mechanism
wired to a depth finder.

So when the boat gets into
water that's deep enough,
kaboom?

Only thing better than
killing Jacob in person...

is killing him
when you're not even there.

I'm sending you
a picture of the bomb.
[ Clicking, Beeps ]

Get off that death trap, Mike.
We'll find this guy
some other way.

No. I don't want
to spook him
and send him into hiding.

Let's let him think
he killed Jacob.

I'll see you
in a minute, Sam.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Splashes ]

Well, this puppy
wasn't made by an amateur.
Look at that trigger.

Yeah.
Definitely a pro.

Well, that's the good news.
We can run a chemical trace
on this C-4,

figure out where it's from.

That, plus the components
should be enough to find
out whoever built this.

I'll show this to Fi.
She'll know where to start.

Don't worry, Mike.
We're gonna get this guy.

I know, Sam.
We just need to do it...

before the C.I.A.
comes after me
for Max's murder.

Time's running out.
And when it does--