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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 ]
Low-tech explosives may be
clumsy and unreliable,

but their simplicity
makes them almost impossible
to trace.

Sophisticated bombs,
on the other hand,

are more effective
but require expertise
and specialized components.

Which means
the more lethal the bomb,

the more you know about the man
who wants you dead.

- Any progress?
- All I know for sure
is this guy is a master.

A detonator wired
to a depth finder.

I'm a little jealous I didn't
think of it myself.

Jesse's contact
did a chemical analysis
of the C-4.

It was stolen from a batch
in the Soviet Union.

1988.

Dead end.

So, what now?

Try accessing the U.S.
counterterrorist databases,
see if I can find something.

Michael, you get caught
breaking into
Homeland Security,

this bomb will be
the least of your worries.

If I don't find out
who framed me, I'm gonna spend
my golden years in Guantánamo.

I could call someone
I used to know.
He might be able to help.

Do I know him?
No.

But if you need
this kind of information,
he's the person to call.

What, is there
bad blood between you?

He likes me fine.
I'm less enthusiastic about him.

But under the circumstances,
I think he might be
our best option.

I'll, uh-- I'll send him
the photos and see if
he comes back with anything.

In the meantime,
why don't you go over
your old leads?

Maybe you missed something.

But don't forget
we've got lunch
with your mom tomorrow.

- [ Madeline ]
Michael, I'm talking to you.
- Yeah. Ma. What?

I was just saying that
you better be in a good mood
for this boat ride.

You've been preoccupied
all week.

We're going on a boat ride
with this guy?
I thought it was just lunch.

This guy's name is Ben.
And it's not just any boat.

It's the new glass-bottom boat
that they're running
out of Coconut Grove.

Go easy on him, Madeline.
He still doesn't know...

that some couples
do things besides fight
multinational conspiracies.

You know, you could learn
a thing or two from Ben. Hmm.

Like taking Fiona here
out more often.

A woman needs to be
appreciated, Michael.

Thank you, Madeline.

- Do you have anything
to say to that?
- [ Tires Squealing ]

I think we have a problem.
This looks like a trap.

- [ Madeline ]
Who the hell are these people?
- [ Michael ] I don't know.

- Jesus.
- Fi, you take the two behind.

I'll hit the guys in front.
On three. One, two--

- Put the gun down.
I know what this is.
- You know what what is?

You know the contact I reached
out to, the one I told you
about? This is just his style.

Fi, you don't
have to do this.

Well, it's a little late
for that.

Fiona, it's so good
to see you.

I was just finishing up
some business in Rio
when you called.

My pilot flew us here
as fast as he could.

Did you really have to send
a fleet of motorcycles
to pick me up?

I didn't have to.
I wanted to.

So, can you tell me
who built the bomb or not?

Of course I can.
You know me-- always
a friend to those in need.

What's your price, Armand?
No price.
My help is free.

All I ask is
one small favor.

These are of Riker Munitions.
It's a weapons company
out in Doral.

See that truck in the yard?
On Thursday, it will be loaded
with armor-piercing rounds.

I was hoping
you could get it for me.
You mean steal it for you.

I suppose you could
call it that, yes.

Well, I count four guards
at the front gate alone.

Am I supposed to
just shoot all of them?

I'll leave the details
up to you. But if you want me
to find out who built your bomb,

I'll need you
to get me this.

You can give me your answer,
say, tomorrow?

I'll wait for your call.

Are you nuts?

We're talking about robbing
a weapons manufacturer.

I mean, I expect crazy talk
out of her, but you?

I don't like it either,
but we've hit a dead end...

finding who built this bomb.

Time's running out, Sam.

Well, can't you do some other
favor for the guy,

like mow his lawn
or wash his plane?

That's not how Armand works.
If we want his help,
we have to do as he asks.

That's funny. I heard the devil
works the same way.

- I'd do it myself, but--
- But Michael's new friend,
Agent Pearce--

[ Whispers ]
has a top secret mission
for him.

- Another one?
- Yes.

I'm just saying, the way
the C.I.A. is working you
on these hush-hush gigs...

reminds me of another group
of spies you used
to work for.

You can say no.
I'd understand.

I'll do it, Mike, but you're
gonna...

buy me every mojito I can drink
for a month.

- Deal.
- Okay, good,

'cause someone's gotta keep
Tinker Bell here
from shooting everyone.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Give my regards
to Agent Pearce.

Good to see you again,
Michael.

Agent Pearce, you look like
you could use a nap.

Mmm.

Got in on the red-eye
from Cairo this morning.
My clock's still catching up.

How's our investigation coming?

Cairo was a bust.

Everyone Max knew there is
either dead or out of the game.

Where does that leave us?
Square one.

I'm done kicking over rocks,
hoping to get lucky.

The murderer was here in Miami.

That's where we're going to
refocus the investigation,

as soon as
we're done with this.

[ Sighs ]

Our new C.I.A. assignment.

[ Pearce ]
Steve Cahill--

lowlife who works
as a go-between
for bad guys around the globe.

- We want him.
- You want him, as in
you want to extract him. Why?

Anywhere Cahill goes,
nastiness usually follows.

If he's up to something,
we'd like to know what it is.

- Where do we find him?
- One of our agents heard him...

running his mouth in a Bangkok
bar about some big powwow he's
got in the Caribbean tomorrow.

Our orders are to find out
who he's meeting,
record what it's about.

[ Michael ]
And we put a head bag
on Cahill.

- How big's our team?
- You're looking at it.

The brass wants to keep this
on the way down low.

Agent Pearce, a snatch-and-grab
like this takes at least
three members--

two for the target
and one for the getaway.

My bosses are willing to let me
bring someone else in.

The only catch is that
they'd have to have
a security clearance.

Wait. You know somebody with
a security clearance, don't you?

Yeah, but he's
not gonna like this.

I hope you appreciate
this is my first day off
since Christmas.

It's an in-and-out job
in the Caribbean.

It's practically a vacation.
Spoken like a man
who's never taken a vacation.

Thanks for the ride, Fi.

Yeah. Try not to get shot.

Fi, I'm sorry
I can't help you...

with, uh,
the other thing.

It's fine. Sam and I will
figure something out.

I know you don't like Armand,
so it means a lot to me.

I said it's fine.

Michael, who is that?

That's Agent Pearce.

I think you might have
left out a few details
when you described her.

You must be Fiona.

I read your file. As an employee
of the U.S. government,

I'm probably not supposed...

to say this, but... wow.

Thanks. Michael told me
almost everything about you.

Oh? Well,
I hope he was discreet.

When it comes to his work,
Michael takes discretion
to a whole new level.

Oh, that's just how
we're trained. It used to bug
the hell out of my fiancé.

Your fiancé?

How does he put up
with it now?
I could use some tips.

- Her fiancé is, uh--
- Dead.

Eight years now.

- I-I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

Michael, we should go.

- Thanks for letting me
borrow him for a few days.
- You're welcome.

I'll take good care of him.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason that everyone
from 17th-century pirates...

to present-day drug smugglers
have operated in the Caribbean.

It's filled with tiny islands
that are close to major ports...

but outside the reach
of national laws.

That said, the privacy
that makes the islands
great hiding places...

also makes them vulnerable.

Your enemies may be able
to hide from you, but you can
hide from them just as easily.

[ Over Speaker ]
Another coffee while you wait?
[ Over Speaker ] No.

I've been waiting for two hours.
Where's your boss?
This is unacceptable.

- Sir, he'll be with you
in just a moment.
- He's cranky.

- Jesse.
- [ Shutter Clicks ]

Looks like Cahill's mystery date
has finally arrived.

[ Pearce ]
Well, look who it is.

That's Miles Vanderwaal.
[ Jesse ]
And who is he, exactly?

[ Pearce ] A high-ranking
mercenary with a group called
Optimal Outcomes.

He's torched
more than his fair share
of villages to the ground.

He sounds like a sweetheart.

He's as sadistic as they come.

I wonder what
they could have to chat about.

Well, let's find out.

Any particular reason
you're three hours late?
I am a professional.

Sorry, mate.
Do I work for you?

[ Over Speaker ]
Give the rodent his money.

[ Shutter Clicks ]

Can I at least
get a ride back to my boat?

You can get out of my sight.
[ Shutter Clicking ]

That wasn't much of a meeting.
That looked a lot
like a delivery.

Either way, our interrogators
will be asking Mr. Cahill
all about it.

He's heading west.
We'll grab him on the trail.

I'll get the boat ready.
See you guys at the beach.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Properly scouting a facility's
security is a two-step process.

Observing the outside
will tell you
about its physical defenses,

but to get a complete picture
of your target's manpower
and security protocols,

you need to get inside
their walls too.

I hope you enjoyed the tour.
I think you'll agree our
facilities are top-notch.

No arguments here,
but, uh, we need to talk about
the elephant in the room:

your security.

Our security is excellent.
Care to be more specific?

I need to know about
intrusion detection systems,

security response procedures,
the whole nine.

I'm not allowed to discuss that.

Do I look like some doe-eyed
twerp with a shiny new M.B.A.?
Let's just cut the crap.

Now, my clients
are very security-conscious...

and very unforgiving
of lapses.

- I understand that, but--
- No, I don't think you do,

because I can't advise them
to hand you a five million
dollar contract...

until I know that their
intellectual property is gonna
be safe on your assembly lines.

- [ Sighs ]
- There are other fish
in the sea.

Okay, fine.

[ Sighs ] You can talk
to our security team.
Will that do?

That would be perfect.

Thank you.

[ Sighs ]
Ooh. That bad, huh?

Yeah. It's that bad.
An alarm goes off
anywhere in the complex,

and guards come swarming in,
in like 30 seconds.

How many guards?
I don't know.

- Ten, a baker's dozen.
What difference does it make?
- Damn it.

Look. If Armand is just looking
for a couple of crates
of armor-piercing rounds,

why don't we just
get 'em someplace else?

It doesn't work that way.
If he wants that truck,
we give it to him.

- What the hell does he care
what truck it is?
- I'm sure he has his reasons.

All right. Well, unless
we can do something clever
to get past those guards,

it's gonna get
real ugly real fast.

Well, then, we'll have to
think of something clever, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies have long known
it's a good idea...

to bring along a fast-acting
drug when you're targeting
someone for extraction.

In the earliest days
of espionage,

that meant a rag
soaked in chloroform or ether,

but now it's usually
a syringe of propofol.

It works quicker
and has fewer side effects...

but shares one downside
with its predecessors:

you still have to
get close to your target
to administer the dose.

[ Snaps ]

Who the hell--

That's why it never hurts
to attack from two angles.

Help! Help!
Stop fighting.

- Get off me!
- It's better
if you stop fighting.

You know, I could have
taken him myself easily.

[ Twig Snaps ]

We have a problem.
Remember when I said...

Vanderwaal works
with a ruthless
group of mercenaries?

Vanderwaal
didn't come here alone.

Their last transport boat
just shipped out.
[ Men Shouting ]

Let's move it!
[ Shouting ]

Go, go, go!

Let's go. Hey!
Get all that off-loaded.

[ Jesse ]
Damn. What the hell
are they up to?

Whatever it is,
we're gonna have to
deal with it alone.

There's no way
we're getting past them
to our boat now.

- Mike, that would mean--
- It means we're not
getting off this island.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you find yourself
in a tough situation,

like being outnumbered
20-to-1 on an island
crawling with mercenaries,

it's important to remember
that the key to any battle
is intelligence.

It may be tempting
to shoot first
and ask questions later,

but if you want to stay alive,
you ask questions first.

[ Groans ]
Rise and shine.

You guys are both dead.

When those mercs find my boat
still here, they're gonna
come looking for me.

- And kill us? What do you think
they'll do to you?
- Try nothing.

Oh? Oh, they must have
a lenient policy...

when it comes to people
leaking their secrets
to U.S. intelligence agencies.

What are you talking about?
I didn't leak anything.

A Bangkok watering hole.
Three mai tais
and a very expensive call girl.

- Ring any bells?
- Oh, Christ.

[ Sighs ]
You guys are C.I.A.?

Yes.

And if you want to keep
breathing, I suggest you start
cooperating with us.

-I can't do that. You don't know
what they'll do to me.
-Whatever it is, Cahill,

it's gonna happen
unless we all get out of this,
so start talking now.

[ Groans ]

The mercs are about to launch
attacks in South America.

This island's
their operating base.
Some shady oil conglomerate...

hired 'em to wipe out
a bunch of American outposts--

D.E.A. secret bases,
C.I.A. safe houses.

[ Michael ]
And when they're gone,
the conglomerate...

takes over the local wells,
and no one makes a fuss.

So you know their playbook.
The files on
all the outposts--

that's what I delivered
to Vanderwaal.

- Which outposts were they?
- Well, I didn't memorize them.

- They're all over
the continent.
- Where'd you get the files?

- Some guy from the N.S.A.
- The N.S.A. has a leak?
I want a name.

Well, I don't know it.
He used a cutout. We didn't
become Facebook buddies.

Forget about
getting off this island.
Without those files,

we don't know who the N.S.A.
leak is or which outposts
the mercs are targeting.

- A lot of our people get killed
if we don't get 'em back.
- Let's get 'em back.

[ Man Shouting ]

All right. I took
a scenic tour of the island.

The base is here,
airstrip's right here,

the satellite uplink
is way over here,

and the hard-asses
with the M4s--
they're kind of... everywhere.

We could try to
get to the uplink
and call for help.

There wouldn't be enough time
for help to get here.

As soon as the mercs find that
Cahill's boat is still here,
they'll know something's up.

What do you suggest we do?
Take on 50 guys
with our handguns?

Well, if we can't beat 'em,
I say we join them.

What's that
supposed to mean?

We need a reason to explain
our presence on the island.

I say we go in, say we're
a covert security team from
the company that hired them.

I like it.
I like it very much.

We say we, uh--
we caught Cahill betraying them.
We saved the day.

Jesus, you're not kidding.
What about when
they check us out?

We gotta make sure
that doesn't happen.

We'll go to their comlink,
take it out, make sure
they can't call out.

That is, bar none,
the craziest play I have
ever heard in the field.

Well, you don't
hang out with him enough.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Jesse ]
Looks like the coast is clear.

No C-4, no thermite,
no det cord. Hell,
we don't even have gasoline.

Yeah, you work with Mike,
you get used to doing without
the perks of government work--

you know,
things like equipment.
[ Chuckles ]

You ever miss it,
working for the government?

I don't know.
Sometimes, I guess.

I made calls about you.
Mm-hmm.

You were CIFA's
wonder boy until--

Michael Westen
came into my life.
So what's the deal?

Why work with the man
who ruined your career?

Free yogurt.

- Lots of free yogurt.
- Yeah, that's cute.

- You like that?
- It's really good.

All right.
Let's burn it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Destroying
high-tech electronics...

with glorified camping equipment
is tough but not impossible.

The mix of nitrate
and magnesium
in a marine flare...

burns at over 3,000 degrees.

With the right fuse,
it'll turn
an electrical system...

into a smoldering heap.

Hey. For what it's worth,
sorry we dragged you all
the way from home for all this.

Oh, no worries.
If it makes you
feel any better,

things usually aren't
much easier back in Miami.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To hit a facility directly,

you just need a gun
and the willingness to use it.

Less-bloody approaches
require fewer bullets
but more planning...

and more recruiting.

You want me to do what?

All you gotta do
is tell them that
your car broke down,

ask to use the john,
toss the doodad
in the trash and split.

- Easy peasy. No big deal.
- No big deal?

You're asking me
to plant a bomb, Sam.

It's a smoke bomb,
timed to go off
after everybody leaves.

Nobody gets hurt--
you know, except us,
if you say no.

Who's this guy
who wants you to rob
a-a-a weapons company?

Don't bother.
Fi hasn't been too forthcoming
about this Armand guy.

You want me to get
anywhere near this,
you better start talking, honey.

[ Sighs ]

Armand got me out of Ireland
when nobody else could.

Passport, visa, cash.

But his help wasn't free.

What does that mean,
"wasn't free"?

Well, my price
for my ticket to the U.S....

was lookout duty
on a job in Belfast.

Turns out that job
was a kidnapping.

Okay. Who was kidnapped?
Jesus.

Not an angel,
but nobody who'd done
any harm to me.

I didn't know until after.

Armand kept his word.
He always does.

Look. The point is,
if we're gonna find out
who framed Mike for murder,

we gotta heist
that place, Maddy.

And we'd like to do it
without killing anyone.
So--

So, fine.

I'll do it.

So this is home then?
After all the effort you put
into getting to Miami,

I expected
something more.

What are you doing here,
Armand?

Is that any way
to greet a guest,

one who comes
bearing gifts,
no less?

These automatic rifles
aren't even
on the market yet.

You'll recall that
working with me has its perks.

I don't want heavy artillery.

I'm trying to do this job
without guns.

Without guns?
[ Chuckles ]
What has Miami done to you?

As long as it gets done.

You should keep those
just in case.

By the way,
I've been looking
into your... bomb maker.

And?
It's fascinating stuff.

I'd love to tell you more,
but a deal's a deal.

But let me know
if you need anything.

If you want to help,
I need a few pounds
of metallic sodium.

That's intriguing.

You girls and your secrets.

Fine. You'll have it
by this evening.

Speaking of help,
where is this
boyfriend of yours...

you went through
so much effort for?
He's busy.

Hmm.

Well, I hope he's worth it.

- How'd it go?
- The uplink's toast, but
the mercs found Cahill's boat.

We gotta move.
You ready?

I got what Cahill knew
about the company
that's paying for all this.

It's called the Pyramid Group.
They got offices
in Dubai, Vancouver.

He knew a few names,
but that's it.

This is nuts.
You'll get us killed.

You want to see
tomorrow's sunrise?

You just nod
and back up everything I say.

Can you nod? Good.

- Showtime?
- Showtime.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Getting stuck
behind enemy lines...

is one of the hazards
of being a spy.

When it happens, you can either
hide in the shadows
and wait to get killed,

or you can march into the open
and take your enemy head-on.

It's a game of high risk,
high reward.

Play it right,
and you might survive.

- Halt! Identify yourself now.
- Get that weapon
out of my face.

Where's the idiot
who's in charge of this fiasco?

He asked you a question,
soldier.

This guy's brain-dead.
Hey, jughead!

Which one of you
is Miles Vanderwaal?

Miles Vanderwaal.
I need to speak to--

You're looking for Vanderwaal?
You found him.

You got a death wish, mate.
My men are under orders...

to shoot intruders on sight,
when they remember them.

- [ Groans ]
- Now then, who are you?

We work internal security
for the Pyramid Group.

What is this, a security check?
Commander Jackson
didn't tell me--

It wouldn't be much
of a security check
if he told you about it!

-Jackson would never
clear that.
-[ Pearce ] We write the checks.

Jackson clears what
we tell him to clear.

I'm calling Jackson.

[ Beeps, Chirps ]

Oops. No signal?
You want to know why?

[ Whistles ]

- That's why.
- Caught this little weasel...

scurrying away
from your satellite uplink
after he torched it.

- Isn't that right,
little weasel?
- Cahill, you bast--

- You stand down!
- [ Weapons Cocking ]

No one touches that man
until I get some answers.

You don't give the orders here.

How do I even know
any of this is true?

Oh, you think we're lying,
smart guy?
You think we're intruders...

who just landed on this island
with heavily armed troops,

we walked right up to you
just to tell you
you have a broken comlink?

If your orders
are to shoot us, then shoot.

Otherwise, put the weapon down
and help us secure the island.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're pretending to be
on the same side as your enemy,

it's critical
to keep them from talking.

The more the bad guys
can compare notes,

the more likely
they'll second-guess your story.

That's why you shut down
as many forms
of communication as you can.

It won't make you any friends,
but friends are a luxury when
you're trying to stay alive.

All right.
Listen up, grunts.
Your security stinks.

It stinks worse
than a garbage truck in August.
That is about to change.

[ Man Whispers ]
Who does this guy think he is?
I'm sorry, soldier.

Am I boring you?

I guess you know everything
there is to know
about security, huh?

I guess you didn't just let
your only satellite uplink get
torched to the ground! Did you?

We're about to
clean this mess up,
gentlemen.

- A.S.A.P.
Is that understood?
- [ All ] Yes, sir.

- I said is that understood?
- Yes, sir!

That's more like it. Now,
until we find out whether or not
Mr. Cahill was working alone,

we will assume that our radios
have been compromised.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir!

Okay.
Until further notice,

you will surrender
your radios to me.

Let's go. Give 'em up.

Oh, he's really
pushing it.

He knows what he's doing.
I think it's safe to report to
Vanderwaal the base is secure.

Time to get him
to show us those files.

And when he does,

any idea how to take them
from an elite squad
of professional killers?

I'll figure something out.

It's not fit for scrap.

I'm gonna make Cahill suffer.

All in good time,
Mr. Vanderwaal.

But for now,
we need to make sure that list
he brought you is secure.

The list is bloody secure.

Do you have brain damage?

Have you forgotten?
You're a mercenary.

My company has
fronted you $10 million.

It's safe!
And mind your tone.

Safe? Like that uplink?

Look how the accelerant
was applied to the conduits.
That's the work of a pro.

We can assume that Cahill's
working with somebody,
somebody with skills.

For all we know,
a team of highly trained
operatives...

could be after
those files right now.

Let 'em try.

I'm under orders
from Commander Jackson...

not to show them to anyone
until I launch
the operation.

Interesting attitude.

You know,
maybe he's not worried
about anyone stealing it...

because he's the one
helping Cahill.

Best traitors are the ones
you least suspect.

Call me a traitor again,
love, and I'll end you.

And I'll take
my sweet time doing it.

You don't want to be
called a traitor?
Stop acting like one!

The files are in a command post
on the other side
of the island.

Come on.

Come see how safe
they are for yourselves.

[ Man Shouting ]

Oh, looks like he's bringing
40 of his buddies
along for the ride.

I do not like our odds.
Then let's even 'em out.

Thought exercise.
While you guys are gearing up
for an island hayride,

who's patrolling
the bush for intruders?

- Let's go!
- We need 15 men in the jungle,
10 more at the north cove.

You ever hear of
a beach infiltration?
Yeah, I didn't think so.

Come on!
Don Juan, you and Romeo grab
some men and sit on Cahill.

Anybody comes to rescue him,
take 'em out.

I mean right now. Go!

Stay where you are.

I don't care who you are.
This is my island.

Nobody gives
my men orders but me.

Your island
is a security disaster.

Unless you want the boss
to hear all about it,
I suggest you lock it down.

You heard what they said.
Move!

[ Engines Start ]

Go.

Well, that's still
five guys with machine guns.
Better than 40.

[ Sam ] You know, Fi,
there's still time
to call this off.

[ Fiona ] There's no
turning back now. We have to
get Armand that truck.

- [ Sam Sighs ]
- Like it or not, Sam,
this heist is happening.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The quickest way to turn
a security force's attention...

away from an outside attack...

is to make them think
there's an even bigger threat
inside their facility.

If you know which employees
will be out of town,

you can send a care package
filled with metallic sodium
to an empty office.

That gizmo Maddy placed
in the bathroom should have
gone off by now.

Maybe something's wrong.
Your clock is fast.

Nothing's wrong.
I built that gizmo.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Then all you have to do...

is set off the company's
sprinkler system
with a smoke bomb.

If you do it right,
the sodium will react
to the water,

and you've got
the distraction you need.

[ Men Shouting ]

That's our cue.

[ Man ]
Get 'em down here!

- Hold it. Whoa, whoa.
- Easy, big fella.
Toss the gun.

Okay.
Thank you very kindly.
Now, you stay put,

and we'll be out of your hair
before you can say
"Life's too short."

- How's it going, Fi?
- This wiring belongs
in a museum.

So I'm thinking of changing
my deal with Mike.

Can this wait a second?
I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

[ Engine Starts ]

You were saying?

If we're risking our necks
while Mike is working
on his tan in the tropics,

he's gonna buy me
two months' worth
of mojitos.

[ Man ]
We got a breach!
[ Gunshots ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a general rule, spies prefer
to steal information quietly.

It's a lot easier to pay off
an informant, hack a computer
or crack a safe...

than it is to grab something
from someone
who's armed and angry.

But like any job,
some days are just
harder than others.

[ Men Chattering ]

Oi! What do you think
you're doing here?

This is my island
and my command.

Take it up
with Commander Jackson.
He brought us here himself.

What the hell
is going on?

Looks like Jackson sent his
own team to protect the files.
This is bad.

What did you do
with the files?

Jackson took 'em--
back to Grand Cayman.

Rubbish.
He would have told me
he was coming to the island.

[ Chuckles ]
Really? How?
Phones are down, radios silent.

We assumed the worst.

So what am I supposed to do
with the security team
from Pyramid?

What did he say
about the team he cleared
to come to the island?

Nothin'.

He told us to stay here
and wait for orders.
That's it.

So, Mr. Internal Security,

if you're here
with Jackson's blessing,

why is it he left me
a team of his own commandos...

and failed to mention
your bloody existence?

I told you to
keep that out of my face.

I warned you.

I give the orders here.

Get used to
the pain, mate.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

I don't know
who you people are,

but I'm beginning to think
you've been lying
this whole time.

Well, the party's over.
You, bigmouth.

You're gonna tell me
what's going on. Now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're being interrogated
in the field,

it's not about holding out.

Field interrogations tend to be
quick and dirty and often end
with a bullet to the head.

The key to surviving
is a good offense.

[ Laughs ]

Something funny
about this, mate?

When you take a swing
to save your life,
you swing for the fences.

Oh, it's brilliant.

He was the only one
who knew we were coming.

He made sure
we couldn't call out.

- How could I have missed it?
- Missed what, pray tell?

Does he need to
spell it out for you?
Your boss is behind this.

Jackson?

- That's crazy.
- [ Pearce ]
Is it?

Our company picks up chatter
someone's trying to sell
the list we already paid for.

We contact Jackson
to demand a security test.

He knows he's busted.
He needs to think of
a fall guy quick.

And that'd be you,
if you're keeping up.

Jackson expected you
to kill us.

He gave you orders
to shoot intruders
on sight, didn't he?

Bollocks. Jackson knows
trying mischief against me...

would be signing
his own death warrant.

My guess--
after you execute us,

his commandos
are gonna shoot you
in a botched attempt to save us.

Earth to Vanderwaal.
Why isn't Jackson still here?
Think about it, man.

The files disappear,
he lays the whole mess
at your feet.

And you won't be able to call
him a liar because you'll have
a bullet in your head.

If you're so sure,
shoot us.

If the commandos
don't kill you, good luck
with the people we work for.

Detain Jackson's men
until you hear from me.

That's an order.

You really think
you can sell this?

I don't have much choice.

My new friend and I
are gonna take a boat
to Grand Cayman,

have a little chat
with Commander Jackson.

[ Man Shouts ]

You made the right move,
soldier.

Yeah, we'll see about that,
won't we?

Yes, we will.
And let's just say...

the Pyramid Group
knows how to reward people
who can handle themselves.

So much for
dropping in unnoticed.

Jackson's
beefed up his security.
Can you blame him?

He just stole 10 million
dollars' worth of our files.
Bastard.

If we're gonna get those files,
Jackson can't know
that we're onto him.

Yeah, well, that'll be tough
when I announce...

I've got the head
of Pyramid Security with me.

If you do that,
we'll get shot
before we make it to the gate.

Just stay calm and say
I'm the guy you want
to fix the satellite uplink.

And if they ask
for identification?

You got 50 men under
your command. You can't handle
two security guards?

[ Michael Narrating ] For a spy,
getting someone to lie for you
serves a number of purposes.

It's less about the lie itself,
no matter how useful it is.

It's about how it changes
your relationship
with your target.

We need to see Jackson.
And who's this?

Once a guy lies for you,
for better or for worse,

your fates
are tied together.

He's a tech specialist.
He's okay.

We still need to see
some identif--

What part of "okay"
don't you copy?

I've used him before.

Step aside.

Vanderwaal,
where have you been?

And what the hell
happened out there?

Funny, I've been wanting to
ask you the same question,
Commander.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

[ Guns Cocking ]

You stole the files
from the island.
Where are they?

These files?

I didn't steal them.
I secured them.

And you didn't answer
my question.

Shut it!

You thieving wanker.

We know you sent Cahill
to torch the uplink...

so that you could
sneak onto the island
and steal our information.

Your information?

The guard said you were
a satellite technician.

He's from the Pyramid Group.
F.Y.I., your security sucks.

He's not from
the Pyramid Group, you moron.

How do you know
he didn't destroy the uplink?

Save your breath, mate.
Cahill already
admitted it was--

How do you know
Cahill's not in his pocket?

This guy's playing you.

Take your gun off me
and shoot him!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like good defense attorneys,

spies know the facts
don't always matter
as much as how you sell them.

Only when lawyers lose a case,
they get an appeal.

When spies lose a case,
they get a shallow grave.

Bravo.

That was compelling and rich.

One of two things
is possible.

Either Jackson ripped you off
and we caught him red-handed--

Or?

You let a mysterious
super-genius...

take over your island,
turn your op inside out...

and detain
your commander's men.

Which is more likely?

One of two things
will happen now.

Version one:

You will take over for
Commander Sticky Fingers here,

and my boss will
shower you with cash.

Version two:

You will eat a bullet
right after I do!

I've had enough of this!

- [ Man Shouts ]
- Stand down!

- Stand down!
- [ Man ] Drop 'em!
On the ground! Now!

Jackson's been relieved
of his command.

I'm in charge now.

Anybody got
a problem with that?

Good.

Now, somebody get me a whiskey.

- How was the ride over?
- Oh, it was
a pleasure cruise.

Turns out Mr. Cahill
gets really, really seasick.

No, no, no, no, no.
No. No.

We're taking him back
to Pyramid H.Q.
for further questioning.

Excellent work
securing the files,
Mr. Vanderwaal.

We're postponing
the South American portion
of the operation...

until we sort things out,
but you--

you'll be well
taken care of.

Forgive me for not
taking your word for it.
The files stay with me.

Vanderwaal,
what are you doing?

I just put a bullet
in my boss, sweetheart.

I hand this over when your boss
hands me a signed contract
putting me in command.

I want something I can feel.

Something I can touch,
understand?

You're a man who knows
what he wants.
Trust me.

You will get more
than you can possibly imagine.

I'm tired
of your chat, mate.

You're gonna make a call
to the Pyramid Group
right now...

and arrange a sit-down for me
with your boss.

If for any reason
that's a problem,
then we're gonna have a problem.

There's no problem here.

Do you think that you could
arrange a flight to take
all of us back to headquarters?

It would be my pleasure.

Sorry.
No guns on the chopper.

We'll bring our guns
if we damn well please.

Unless you want to
take 'em, of course.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Disarming people by force
is bloody and unpleasant.

It's company policy,
Vanderwaal.
Then make an exception.

Sometimes it's easier
to put on a smile and just ask.

It's a corporate chopper.
It's overweight as it is.

Come on.
It's time to celebrate.
Pop the champagne, Commander!

Come on. Let's go.

Okay.

Gentlemen,
we'll take those.

No one mentioned you boys
from the Pyramid Group
were wired so tight.

That's 'cause they're C.I.A.
We all are, actually.

Son of a bitch.
[ Groans ]

[ Mouths Word ]

How's that
for something you can feel,
Mr. Vanderwaal?

Get these to the top brass
at the N.S.A.

Shouldn't be hard for them
to find their leak.

Anybody ever tell you
your brand of espionage
is hell on the nerves?

All the time.

Lovely evening
for an arms deal.

I want my information first.
You know I always deliver.

We're alike that way.

What's that supposed to mean?
Tell me something.

[ Sighs ]
Are you happy?

Was it worth it?

Coming here to live
with an absentee boyfriend
in his drab, little flat?

You were meant for
much, much greater things.

Like what?
Working with you?

No, thanks.

Let's get this over with,
shall we?

Of course.

You should know
your boyfriend
has some nasty enemies.

And if anything
should happen, remember,
you and I have a lot in common.

I'm just a phone call away.

A lot in common?

No.

I don't trade favors for blood.

Why do you say that?

Because you spared
the guards?

You should know something.

That truck was supposed to be
delivered to a rival of mine.

Regrettably,
he presold the ammunition
to a Mexican cartel.

Now he's in some hot water.

When I say "hot water,"
I mean the poor guy's
been dismembered.

So maybe we're not
so different after all.

You bastard.

Oh, we know
what kind of man I am.

What I'd really
like to know is...

what kind of man
sends you for my help?

It was good
seeing you again.

I've missed you, Fiona.

Sorry I'm late.

[ Sighs ]
Pearce and I had a...
debrief at the Agency.

It's fine.
How was your mission?

It was, uh, rough.
I mean, it worked out,
but, uh--

You can't talk about it.
Whatever.

The lead on your bomber.

How'd the job go?

Does it matter?
You got what you needed.

Fi, what's going on?

Did something happen
with Armand?

Oh.

Now you're
full of questions.

A lot happened with Armand--
years ago, back in Ireland
in the bad old days.

Were you and he, uh--
Yes, we were, Michael.

Until I found out
that he had
paid to meet me...

by doing a favor
for some of my associates.

He killed
a British customs agent,
if you're curious.

Quite a romantic gesture,
don't you think?

I didn't know that, Fiona.

No. You didn't.

Ignorance is bliss.

Oh, there they are. Hi!

Benny, may I introduce
my son Michael?
Michael.

- And his very special
lady, Fiona.
- My pleasure.

- Here. Let me get that for you.
- Oh, thank you.

Dinner is my treat.

Benny actually sat through
an entire stretching class
with me today, so I owe him.

It was a blast--

in a "I hope we never
have to do it again"
kind of way.

- [ Benny Laughs ]
- [ Madeline ]
I knew it. You are so bad!

Michael, your mom has told me
so much about you.

Well, I took the liberty
of ordering some wine.

May I?
[ Both ]
Please.

[ Benny ]
How about a toast
from the young lovebirds?

- What do you say?
- Yes. Michael, a toast.

To supportive partners.

Oh. Supportive partners.

Supportive partners.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Benny ]
Mmm.

[ Exhales ]