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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any investigation,
leads go cold fast.

It's true for cops
and even truer for spies,

who tend to be after
a more sophisticated class
of bad guy.

So if you get intelligence that
the person you're chasing...

hired a bomb maker
who lives a few hours
up the highway,

you can't afford
to sit on the information.

You have to move immediately.

Sam,
are you gonna help?
Yeah, it's just that--

I mean, you really
think this old guy
built that bomb?

I mean,
he's owned a clock shop
for, like, 20 years.

Under
a different last name.

He's a war criminal,
and he's hiding.

Fiona went to a lot of trouble
to get that file.

If it says the bomb maker's
hiding out in Tallahassee,
that's where we're going.

- Well, I just want to be sure
we're making the right move.
- It's the only move, Sam.

Fi, Sam and I
won't be able to get back
until late tomorrow night.

Which means we're not
having that dinner
at The Forge.

Sorry.
[ Sighs ]

All right.
This is important.

You want me to
cancel the reservation?

There is no reservation.

I'm sorry.
[ Stammers ] This guy--

Can help you find out
who killed Max. I know.

Take these.
Be safe.

Three doughnuts, Sam?

I gotta eat junk
while Elsa's not around.
Get too close, she can sense it.

I'll tell you what--
if we're here after 11:00,

I'm gonna get some cheese fries
from that diner over there.

Oh, your cheese fries
might have to wait.
I think this is our guy.

Let's see
what he has to say.

Or we wait
till he closes up...

and we tail him
someplace less populated.

This has nothing to do
with cheese fries.
This is just tactics.

We're not gonna give that guy
a day to figure out
that we're watching him.

We're going in the front,
we're taking him out the back.

[ Door Opens ]
[ Bell Jingles ]

[ Southern Accent ]
Are you the fella
that fixes the clocks?

Yes, I buy, sell and repair.

Like the sign says--
I'm a clockmaker.

A football buddy of ours,
well, his father passed away.

Left us his collection
of, uh, antique clocks.

We were told that Lucien Balan's
the fella we should talk to
about selling them.

They're outside in the car
if you want to come out
and take a quick look.

Spare me the trip.

Please.

Come in back.

I'll show you my catalogs,
you show me what you have.

Who told you about me?

I like to know
who gives referrals.

Martin McCauley
up in Greenville--
he sung your praises.

Uh-huh. And this Martin--
Did he tell you
how he knows me?

I don't hear
the name Lucien much.

- These days,
they call me Luka.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Only the smartest,
nastiest war criminals...

make it to old age.

If you have to capture one
of them, you can assume they'll
have a trick up their sleeve,

like a concealed weapon,
a covert escape route...

or a metal floor grate
rigged to electrocute
any unwanted visitors.

Sam, move!

- [ Hammer Cocks ]
- Stay right there.

We're gonna have
a little chat, Lucien.

You'll be disappointed.

I don't talk.

Don't worry. We're good at
getting people to open up.

We know you built
the bomb, Lucien,

but you're not
the guy we're after.

Just tell us who you built
the bomb for,

and we can share
these delicious carrot sticks.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The real experts
in resisting interrogation...

aren't the ones
who stonewall in silence.

They're the ones
who have mastered the art
of talking about nothing,

pretending to cooperate,
throwing out endless leads.

There was one man.

Came to the shop
last Wednesday.

They use your need for
information against you--

Big man, like a football man,
but small head.

He pays with money order--

giving you things
you want to believe.

There was also other man--
bald, ring in his nose.

Strange, right?

Lucien, yesterday...

you told us about a guy
who paid with a check.

Thin,
like a little girl.

The day before that,
it was a fat guy with a lisp.

All they're doing
is running out the clock.

You're not going to break them
with more conversation.

You need an edge.

You know what kind of girlfriend
drives all the way
to Tallahassee...

to search a crusty old man's
equally crusty apartment?

- A good girlfriend.
- A great girlfriend.

The kind of girlfriend who
deserves dinner at The Forge.

Point taken.
How about two dinners?

All his personal stuff
fits into one box?

He's not a big scrapbooker.

Just a few photos,
postcards, news clippings--
not much to go on.

You're welcome.

-You want to stick around, Fi?
-It's tempting, but I gotta run.

I'm helping Jesse
with one of his company's
home security gigs.

Have fun, you two.

[ Car Door Closes ]

My husband thinks I'm crazy,
and the police
think I'm paranoid,

but I can't shake the feeling
someone's been in here.

So, three nights this week,
and the alarms never went off?

Not once.

- You guys
don't believe me either.
- No, no, no. That's not true.

We're just trying to
get our heads around this,
that's all.

Do you have any enemies,
anyone that you can think of
who would want to go after you?

No.
I don't think so.

And you're sure
nothing was taken?

Nothing was stolen--
just, um, moved.

I know I sound stupid.

No, it isn't stupid
to trust your instincts.

Maybe not, but it's
getting expensive, Sadie.

I take it these are
the new security experts.

Honey,
this is Fiona and Jesse.

Spare me the sales pitch.
I have already dropped 200 grand
on the new alarm system.

Well, just because you have
all the equipment doesn't mean
you know how to use it.

I think what
my associate means is,

state-of-the-art security system
isn't really worth much...

if your motion sensors are
being blocked by furniture...

or trees are growing
too close to your house.

Bottom line--
What are you proposing?

We'll add some sensors,
troubleshoot
your existing systems.

If it helps you sleep easier,
we can move you
into the guesthouse...

and we'll be here
around the clock.

If anyone shows up,
we'll be ready.

And if they don't,
we can put all this
behind us...

finally.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're looking for an angle
in an interrogation,

it often helps to let a subject
watch you go through
the details of his life...

right in front of him.

Other man
visits the shop.

Very blonde,
like albino man.

He pays with a cashier's check.

Keeping one eye
on your research...

and one eye on his reactions
can often tell you
what he wants you to see...

and what he doesn't.

Finally got the old guy
to blink.
What did the trick?

Some article about
a charity 10k up in Atlanta
three years ago.

So we found a relative?
Hopefully a close one.

One of us should
run down these names.
Yeah, not it.

[ Laughs ]
You weren't expecting that,
were you?

Fine.
But the next errand
is yours.

All right,
James and Sadie are sleeping
and the house is clear.

Next time you offer me a job
protecting an egomaniacal
bastard, remind me to say no.

Seriously?

You're drinking sparkling water,
munching on biscotti
and playing solitaire, Fi.

I think you'll survive.
Did you see the contempt
he had for his wife?

We won't be inviting him
to the Carlito
for brunch anytime soon,

but I don't know--
the guy's done
some pretty amazing things.

I-I was reading up on him.

He developed this antiviral.
It was groundbreaking.

He got honorable mention
from the Nobel Foundation.

[ Beeping ]

Second floor,
northeast corner.

That's James's office.

Is that the alarm?

- Yeah, there's somebody
in the main house.
- Oh, my God. I knew it.

Everything's gonna be fine.
Just call the cops.
We'll be right back.

[ Alarm Continues
Beeping ]
[ Phone Beeping ]

- [ Fiona ]
Don't move!
- [ Gasps ]

- [ Jesse ]
Put your hands up.
- [ Panting ]

I'm not armed.
Don't worry.

Well, that's good to hear.
Now put your hands up.

You want to shoot me?
Go ahead. Shoot me.

I don't think you understand
how this works.

- You're the burglar,
we're protecting the house.
- I am not a burglar.

Put your damn hands
on your head.
We're going downstairs.

I can't believe that
after all these years
he wins, just like that.

Wait. What are you
talking about?

What am I talking about?
I'm talking about your boss.

James. He took
everything from me.

Did he forget to
mention his ex-partner?

Best friend that he framed and
left to die in a rat-infested
prison in South America?

Wait a minute.
You're Dan Tesmond?

Did I miss something?

HLX used to be
a two-man operation. It was
James Forte and Dan Tesmond.

[ Dan ]
It took me seven years
to figure out how to escape.

I scrounged together enough
money to pay off a prison doctor
to fake my death.

And that's
just the fun part.
I get back to Miami,

and I found out that James had
stolen my company, my future...

and my wife.

You were married to Sadie.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry. You can
tell your story to the cops.

Wait. We need to hear
the rest of this.

- We've done our job.
- But what if he's
telling the truth?

Jesse. If it's true,
he shouldn't be
locked up again.

Fine. Get him out of here,
I'll buy us some time.

Come on.
[ Jesse ]
Damn it.

[ Sirens Wailing,
Distant ]

- You're letting me go?
- I'm taking you somewhere
to hear you out.

And if you're lying, I am gonna
push you out of an even
higher window, headfirst.

Well?
Anything?

By the time we got to
your office,

he had already
jumped out the window.
[ Grunts ]

Fi's sweeping the ground,
but chances are he's long gone.

Well--
[ Groans ]

If he comes back,
you sure as hell
better catch him.

[ Sirens Continue, Fade ]

[ Door Opens ]

- Uh-oh.
- [ Door Closes ]

Fiona let you live.
I take that as a good sign.

I told you that everything
I said back there was true.

And there's more.
You know that antiviral that
James supposedly created?

- That was
actually Dan's creation.
- And that's why he set you up.

Yeah. I wanted to go public
with it, help as many people
as possible.

James could only see
dollar signs.

He put five keys of cocaine
in my bag...

and he paid off a judge
to make sure that it stuck.

And then James
patented the gene sequence,
turning HLX into a gold mine.

And Sadie left me
while I was in prison.
So, I've had better vacations.

Damn, you got
a raw deal, man.

But why rob their house?

I was just looking for
anything to get into HLX.

If he can get that
gene sequence, he can
finish what he started.

There are labs that will
duplicate the formula
and sell it generically...

for one-tenth the price,

making it accessible to
anyone who needs it.

So, you save the world
while driving James
out of business. I got that.

I don't see how
it's actually gonna happen.
It's just a dream. It's over.

No, it's not.
You need more reasons
to hate James?

How about rushed medical trials,
victims silenced
with hush money,

lawsuits against
anyone who speaks out?

Yeah, and my gene sequence
made it all possible.

James is too dirty,
he's too powerful...

and that smile needs to be
slapped off his face.

- So, just to clarify,
you want to rip off my client?
- No one else is gonna do it.

He can't get into HLX.
Neither can we.
Fi, it's a fortress.

And after last night,
James is only gonna
increase his security.

So if you think
that somehow you--

Oh.
Mm-hmm.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh!

- What just happened?
- I believe
we decided to help you.

Really?

Ross is
our head of security.

You must be Jesse Porter.
Thank you for escorting them in.

You're actually just the guy
I need to talk to.

I'm gonna need full security
access to the facility:
building schematics--

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
that's against company policy.

I see. Is it your
company's policy to
endanger your C.E.O.'s life?

Don't worry, Mr. Porter.
HLX Medical Technologies has
billion-dollar trade secrets,

and we've hired
a small army to protect them.

Yeah, I think we can hold
our own against some nut job
who breaks into houses.

That "nut job" is studying you.
He's trying to figure out
what makes you tick.

That sort of obsession can
become deadly in a heartbeat.

This is horrible.
How can this be happening
to my husband?

It's hard to say. A lot
of times, disturbed people,
they get fixated on great men.

Your husband's a great man.

We can't be too careful.
You let me inspect your office,
the adjacent rooms.

- I'll accompany you
on your day-to-day routine.
- No. I'm fine here.

Your job is to keep us safe
beyond those doors.

I'll call you
when I'm leaving.

There's a coffeehouse
down the street.
Grab yourself a latte.

Maybe you can
keep that place secure.

[ Sighs ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like aikido masters,

interrogators know that
breaking their adversary
isn't just about leverage.

It's about knowing
how and when to apply it.

The moment your opponent
feels most confident--

Good morning, boys.

is also the moment
he's most susceptible
to a game-changing reversal.

It might be.
It all depends on you.

- You ready to talk?
- Oh, yes, I am.

Last night, I remember
another suspicious man.

Customer from Tampa,
with scar.

And there's a funny story
about that man.

Actually, we have
a funny story of our own.

It's about
a war criminal.
And his daughter in Atlanta.

My daughter.

Yes.

She visits me
from Romania.

She placed third
in that race.

I was very proud.

I'm sure you were. But your
daughter is not a runner,
and she doesn't live in Romania.

She wrote the article.
It was her first.

And, uh, Danica doesn't like
the family name either.

She lives
just outside of Buckhead.
For now.

See, Lucien,
we're gonna have her deported
unless you start talking.

Who'd you make the bomb for?

[ Sighs ]

Pavel.

Christian Pavel.

Where do we find him?

I don't know
his phone number.

I meet him
only one place--

Connie's Café
in Orlando.

Talk to cook--
Nikolai.

Now, promise, you better
leave my daughter alone.

Let's see if your facts
check out.

[ Switch Clicks ]
[ Door Opens ]

I guess you're
going to Orlando.
Not it.

What happened to the promise
to run the next errand?

It's null and void
when I say "not it."

Elsa's got a sunburn, Mike.
Someone's got to rub on
the aloe vera.

I am sorry
you had to hear that.

I'll survive.
Sam, you're not "not it."

Jesse and I
need to borrow Michael
for our security gig.

Fi, you're killing me.

I'm sure Connie's Café
will be great. You can
get some cheese fries.

Need some extra manpower?
We need to shake
our smug C.E.O. to his core.

You want to help me
raise the threat level?

[ Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ] A good way
to sell your expertise
in protecting people...

is to point out holes
in security that most people
wouldn't notice.

Excuse me. I'm Jesse Porter.
I work for Mr. Forte.

I need to talk to Ross
about a security issue.
He said you might show up.

And he said he's busy.

[ Laughing ]

You know what?
I guess it's no big deal that
your maintenance workers...

are just waltzing through here
with no screening whatsoever.

Actually, we screen--
Actually, you need to
be better at what you do.

- You! Come here.
- [ Man ] Yeah.

You too, buddy.
Let's go.

Let's talk about these
maintenance workers, shall we?
Who's doing background checks?

Pointing out holes
in security...

is also a great way
to create new holes in security.

...match the names
on the ID's. Anyone?

Well, um--
We're on it.

You're on it.
He's on it. Oh.

Wow. I feel so much better now
that I know that you're on it.

You tell Mr. Ross
that I stopped by
and that I'm not impressed.

[ Michael Narrating ] People
tend to implement security
based on anticipated threats.

They install firewalls
and encryption if they're
afraid of being hacked.

They use vaults and armed guards
if they're worried
about being robbed.

[ Crash ]
What the hell?

And if you need to get them...

to keep their personal security
with them at all times,

you have to make them afraid
to ever be alone.

[ Scoffs ]
Uh, who the hell are you?

You may not know who I am,
but I know who you are.

You killed my mother.
What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
your so-called medicine!

The medicine that was
supposed to save her life,

the medicine
that killed her instead.

The poison
that you pushed on her.
The lies!

Okay, I can see
that you are very upset.

Why don't we go to my office,
and we can talk about this?

Oh, I've talked.
I have talked plenty.

I have talked
to your customer service.
I have talked to your lawyers.

All you people do is talk.
I am done talking!

What, you-- You waiting
for your security guards?

The guards that look
through the cameras?
I took those down.

Okay. You win.
We're alone. You got me.

What do you want?
That is a good question.

When my mother was dying,
when I was sitting there
with no hope,

I thought, "What do I want?"

And as I sat there,
thinking and studying,

learning
about how to hurt people--

It's scary, really,

how much you can learn
when you put your mind to it.

You know what else is scary?

How life can be so fragile.
[ Beeps ]

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

I'm teaching you.

I'm teaching you
what I've learned,

how unfair
life can be.
[ Beeps ]

It's so delicate, so precious,
and then, suddenly,

it's all over
in an instant.
[ Beeps ]

Oh, my God! Please! No!
Please, just tell me
what you want! Please!

I want you to suffer every
moment of every single day...

for the rest of your life,
just like I do.

And you will.
I promise you, Mr. Forte.

You will.

[ Clicks ]

[ Man ]
There he is!

- Mr. Forte, are you all right?
- Sir, are you okay?

Where were you?
The stalker was in my car!

- You're fired, all of you.
- I'm sorry, sir. I--

- You say one word,
and you join them.
- [ Phone Ringing, Beeps ]

- I heard explosions, sir.
You okay?
- You have full access to HLX.

- Any support you need.
- All right, Mr. Forte.
All right.

Until that psycho
is behind bars,
you're not leaving my side.

I'd say James
is sufficiently concerned
about his stalker.

I've been told to protect Sadie,
and Jesse now has
full security access at HLX.

Which means we're
one step closer to the safe
and the gene sequence inside it.

Yeah, but the combination--

We're not using
the combination.
We're cracking the safe.

Which means getting me in there
with safecracking equipment.

Seriously?
Does this plan involve
any more exploding cars?

Always a good question.
Unfortunately,
the answer is no.

You just make sure
Sadie doesn't get hurt.

Sounds like you care about more
than just the gene sequence.

No. I--

I mean, y-yes.

But I know there is no way
that I will ever get her back.

Been too long.
Too many things have happened.

Relationships
have survived worse.

Will you just promise me
that she'll be okay?

I could care less
about James.
Nothing will happen to Sadie.

Now, how are you gonna
possibly sneak inside with
a bunch of safecracking stuff?

Jesse's
taking care of that.

Oh, this is worse
than I figured.

Your office
is a security nightmare.

I'm gonna need to
bring in my equipment,
fortify this place.

No. That's ridiculous.
We're perfectly safe here, sir.

As I recall, that was
your assessment
of the parking garage...

before Mr. Forte
was almost blown sky-high.

That stalker would have to
get through so many guards and
checkpoints to get up here--

Or he could just shoot you.
You need to start
thinking like him.

What does he want? He wants
to show you that he can get
to you no matter where you are.

He could be lining up
his shot right now.

We need to install
some blast-proof windows,
embassy-grade.

- Oh, my God. You're serious.
- I can take care of that, sir.

- As head of security
for the building, I think--
- No. This is Mr. Porter's show.

Whatever you need
to make this office safe,
you do it.

[ Ross ] Just remember, any
contractors you bring in here,
I'm checking them out.

I'm inspecting
every nut and bolt
you bring into this building.

Well, there you go.
Can't be too safe, right?

Wanna get
the ball rolling soon. We'll do
the installation this weekend.

You're telling me
that Nikolai quit?

He said
he's not working anymore.
That's what "quit" means.

Oh, boy,
that is just such a shame,
'cause you know old Nick--

he made the best goulash
in all of Florida.

Would you mind
giving me his number?

'Cause I would love to have him
cater my wife's birthday.
It's kind of a surprise.

Look, I gotta
get back to work.

You write your number down.
If he comes back in here, I'll
make sure he gets hold of you.

That's a deal.
Thanks very much.

Name's Chuck.

[ Phone: Rapid Beeping,
Line Ringing ]

[ Michael ] Anything?
There was a chef named Nikolai,
but he quit a week ago.

I slipped the manager 20
to let me know if he showed up,
but I wouldn't expect a call.

- You think
they're covering for him?
- No, it didn't seem like it.

I'm thinking that Nikolai
found out that Lucien was gone
and he just disappeared.

I'll see you back here.
[ Beeps ]

Lucien met cook.
He quit last week.

How could I know
Nikolai had left?

I was here in box!

Remember?

Christian Pavel
is my friend.

He bled for me.

We fought side by side.

But I told you,
I don't know where he lives.

He has no phone number.

Nikolai is the only way
to find him.

Well, you're gonna have to
think of another way,

or the feds are gonna ship
your daughter back to Bucharest.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Hey, hey.

Any progress
with Lucien?

Not much.
We're letting him
stew for a while.

So this is how
I'm getting into HLX?

Yeah, I can't say
it's gonna be comfy,

but, uh, the head of security
is inspecting everything
I'm bringing in,

so... we're gonna need
a little magic.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're being smuggled
into a secure area,

the best hiding spot is
somewhere people are confident
they've checked thoroughly.

By attaching
reflective window tint
to multiple sheets of glass,

you can create what's known
as the infinity illusion.

And just like any magician
won't tell you,

as long as the light
outside the space remains
brighter than the inside,

you'll be as good
as invisible.

All right.
Stop.

Sorry to keep you
waiting around all day
just to do this, man.

[ Ross ]
Can't be too safe.

You're bringing
a lot of tools in here.
Yeah, I am.

How 'bout you do your job
and I'll do mine?
Keep this place locked down.

[ Pallet Jack Beeps ]

Lab "D" is that way,
Mikey.

Make as much noise
as you can.

You sure you want to
stick around?
It's gonna get pretty loud.

How blast-proof
is blast-proof?

We could fire a rocket launcher
at him. You'd just need
a squeegee to clean up the mess.

[ Drill Whirrs ]

Sir.

Sorry to bother you.

After the other day,
I wanted to install
a few more cameras.

I think
there's an extra lab tech
in the north wing.

Footage is from
10 minutes ago.

Could be our guy.
It's hard to tell.

- You sure you didn't
miscount, Ross?
- I didn't miscount.

Listen. I'm not taking
any chances.
We're headed down there.

You two stay here.
Keep Mr. Forte safe.

[ Beeps ]

[ Phone Buzzing ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a plan goes wrong,
it's crucial to stay cool.

You may have to bail out,
but how you bail out
is everything.

Do you run and leave behind
evidence that gives away
your plan to your enemies,

or do you keep the mission alive
by covering your tracks?

Check "B" and "C."
Yes, sir.

[ Grunts ]

This place is crawling
with guards.

They'll shoot you before
you get anywhere near the door.

That is your problem.
That is not my problem.

Ross, you see him yet?

[ Man ] Freeze! Don't move!
Put your hands
on your head!

I have
a little announcement
to make.

Ross here is wired with a half
a pound of high explosive.

- You shoot at me--
- [ Beeps ]

and we all go boom.

So I'm gonna make it real easy.

You're gonna let me
walk right out the front door.

Oh, my God.

Am I on TV?
Huh?

You think
Mr. Forte's watching?
Huh?

Huh? Yeah. Grab the radio.
Grab your radio.
[ Muffled Grunting ]

Bring it up.

Turn it on.
Turn it on!

Hey, Mr. Forte.

I just want to take this
opportunity to share
something else I learned...

when I was reading
at my mother's deathbed.

You know why hell is scary?

It's not the pain,
it's not the torture, it's not
burning in a lake of fire.

It's that it lasts forever--
just like me.

So let me be the first
to tell you--

Welcome to hell,
Mr. Forte.

Welcome to hell.

Somebody drop that guy.
Somebody shoot him! Now!

Bad idea. Bad idea.
Y'all want to die?

[ Grunts ]
You don't want to die.

No one follows.

[ Muffled Gasp ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The morning after
a failed operation,

you have two choices.

You can admit defeat
and lick your wounds,

or you can re-engage
immediately,

sticking by your enemy
so you'll be in position
when you find another opening.

Our associates are analyzing the
security tape from yesterday,
hoping to get a lead on our guy.

And you really think
that your team is better
than the cops for that.

- Without a doubt.
- So in the meantime,

we're gonna need a top-down
security review of HLX,
completely lock this place down.

No, it's clear that he can
get to me whenever he wants.

The spectrum analyzer
is smashed.

Those samples
are ruined.

And the research
inside of that safe is worth
a billion dollars, easily.

Well, then we'll bring in
better guards to protect it.

No, we're moving it off-site.
I already talked to Ross.

I'm taking the research to
a bank vault up in Palm Beach.

And you're sure you want
to trust Ross with that?

- No, no. Mr. Forte--
- This isn't up for discussion.

I am telling you
what is happening.

Armored truck
is on its way.

Fiona, you're to
keep Sadie safe at home.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be in the convoy.

- Mr. Porter here
is coming with me.
- No, James.

You can't risk your life
for some research.

Well, Sadie, I appreciate
your input, but you run
our third-world outreach,

and I will take care
of the business side
of things.

You meet me here
in an hour.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

What comes to mind when you
think of the First Federal Bank
of Palm Beach?

The most secure vaults
in South Florida.

Why?

I'm afraid that's where
my least favorite C.E.O....

is taking the gene sequence.

Oh, great. The only place
safer than inside HLX.

We're done.
It's over.

Not necessarily.
We just need to grab it
before it gets to Palm Beach.

Well, that's
easier said than done.
James is using an armored truck.

- Two cars full of guards.
- Armed convoy.

- I don't like our numbers.
- [ Michael ]
We don't need numbers.

We just need to convince James
that his armed convoy won't keep
him or the gene sequence safe.

Well, I'm riding along.
We'll have the route.

- I'll call Sam, see if
I can't slow you guys down.
- All right.

You gotta let me help,
if there's anything I can do.

All right.
I'm gonna get over
to Sadie's place.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Even a fender-bender can stop
traffic for a few minutes.

But creating a longer-lasting
roadblock is about provoking
an emergency response.

Cops and firefighters
won't go anywhere near
a burning chemical truck...

billowing smoke
that looks toxic.

Which means you can get four
hours of roadblock with a smoke
canister and a little gasoline.

- What do you think?
- Looks scary.

Good.
That's the idea.

Now let's get out of here.

This is taking forever, Ross.
What, are you getting paid
by the mile?

[ Ross ] We're not taking
this route for the scenery.
Now stay off the radio.

As soon as the research is safe,
we're taking you underground.

[ Sirens Wailing ]
What the hell?

Oh, come on.

Come on.

[ Officer ]
Nobody's getting through here.

[ Ross ]
But we're heading
to Palm Beach.

Y'all got to take
the detour to I-95,
down that road a few miles.

Unbelievable.
There had to be an accident!
Today of all days!

You know what?
This is no accident.

This is way too convenient.
This is your stalker.

We have kept this whole thing
completely under wraps.

How would he even know
we took this road?

That's a damn good question.
Ross? Tell anybody our route?

No. Of course not.
Let's get moving.

No. We're not going anywhere
until we sort this out.
You stay put.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Sleight-of-hand tricks...

aren't just for kiddie parties.

The same misdirection
and quick moves...

that a magician uses
to find a quarter
behind a five-year-old's ear...

can also help an operative
plant a listening device
in someone's car.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Are you kidding me?

Your car is bugged.

- I never saw that before.
- Yeah, of course not. Because
you're bad at your job.

Did you sweep the armored truck?
Did you sweep
the other Town Car?

The only car that I know is
safe is the Mercedes, 'cause I
searched it myself this morning.

Sweep the other cars!
Go!

[ Crunches ]

This guy is ahead of us
at every turn.
He could be anywhere.

All right, well,
we need to think like him.
Where does he want us to go?

The detour-- 95.
Maybe if we
take the back roads.

This many vehicles,
he's gonna spot us
no matter where we are.

Our best bet-- we have Ross
take the Mercedes to 95
with the convoy.

Use that as a decoy.
Then you and I, we split off,
we go our own way.

I can't leave the research.

Then bring it.
Bring it with you.

You want me to pull my stuff
out of the armored truck?

The armored truck, your car--
they're targets.

You have worked for me
for five days.

I cannot believe that I am
seriously considering this.

Look, Mr. Forte,
it's completely your call.

Whatever you think is safest.

Change of plans!
Open the truck!

There's no sign of him yet.
I'm gonna call Ross.

No, no. No way.
Stay off your phone.
We gotta take every precaution.

Yeah, good thought.

Wh-Where are you going?

I just have
a quick stop to make.

Oh, my God.
Back up. Now.

Back up! Let's go!

Oh, no, no.
Actually, this is our stop.

That's your cue to get out.

Get out of the car.

[ Nervous Chuckle ]

Y-You're supposed--

[ Michael ] I wanted to tell you
the good news, Mr. Forte.
I'm not your stalker.

Dan is.

What, are you surprised
to see me...

after dumping me
in a Chilean prison to die?

Hey! Jackpot!
Now I know why you wanted
to keep this safe.

There's more than just
a gene sequence in here.

We've got records of payoffs,
medical trial reports.

- You've been naughty.
- Oh, that's what
this is all about.

This is--
You're all in on this.

This is-- This is just about
ripping me off, huh?

No, we're just taking back
what was rightfully mine.

Dan.

We can make all of this go away.
You just name your price.

Don't you get it?
This was never about money.

This was about saving lives.
This was about my company.

This was about you
stealing the only woman
that I ever loved.

You want to save lives,
let's save lives. I'll give you
a piece of the company.

Sadie was no catch.
You can consider yourself lucky.

You just tell me what you want,
and we can make
all of this go away.

- Sadie, I-I can explain.
- I've heard everything
I need to.

And we have
everything we need.

Getting back into HLX
is gonna be a long process,

but it sounds like
the board of directors
is on my side.

Your old friend James
won't be around for a while.

He's looking at five to 10
for conspiracy.

Yeah, he's stiffing me
on the security gig.
Thanks for that, Fi.

I gotta get back to work.
Good luck with everything, Dan.

Thank you.
Thanks so much.

And I really want to thank
you guys for everything.

And, uh, Sadie wants
to thank you too.

No, we're just talking,
getting reacquainted.

I mean, it's never gonna be...
how it was, but it's a start.

You guys
have a second chance.

Thanks again.

I hope he makes
the most of it.

He escaped prison and
traveled a few thousand
miles to get her back.

That should
count for something.

Grand gestures are great.

Sometimes I think
it's the day-to-day stuff
that's the hard work.

You know who I am, Fi.
I'm not--

Yeah. I know.

And I know that you and Sam have
a Romanian bomb maker to break,

so, uh-- talk later.

This place
is not so bad--

the chairs, carrots.

I'm starting to like
our conversations.

One way or another,
they're about to end.

Either you tell us
how to find the guy
who you built the bomb for,

or your daughter's
on the next flight
to Bucharest.

Very well.
I'll tell you.

There's a pier
in Daytona Beach.

You walk
to the end of it,

jump off, swim to the bottom
of the ocean...

and you call out,
"Vladimir."

You think I'm bluffing.

[ Vehicle Approaching ]

- What was that?
- [ Sam ]
I don't know.

[ Engine Stops ]
[ Vehicle Door Opens ]

That trip to the diner
was a distress call.

You think I would give up
my friend after so many years?

There are bonds
no man can break, kid.

Now my friend
has come to rescue me.

Let me go,
and maybe I'll tell him
to let one of you live.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Mike, get down!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Work long enough as a spy,

and you learn that
distress calls don't always
work exactly as planned.

Just because someone
calls for help doesn't mean
they're going to get it.

A surprisingly high
percentage of the time,

friends turn out to be
less concerned with rescue...

[ Groans ]

and more concerned with
making sure no one talks.

- [ Gasping ]
- Lucien, he betrayed you!

You still
want to protect him?
Mike, we gotta go. Now!

Get us some cover.
With what?

- I don't know! Something!
Just get it fast!
- [ Gunfire Continues ]

[ Hissing ]

Listen to me.
About my daughter.

- Give me your word!
- I give you my word.

You give us the information,
and your daughter
will be left alone.

The man outside--

he needed a bomb.

He was my friend,
so I said yes.

Where, Lucien?
Where is his place?

Warehouse...

in Wynwood.

End of Burnham Road.

And when you find him,

put a bullet in him.

[ Chokes ]

- Okay, I think
I got us covered.
- Let's go.

[ Gunfire Continues ]

He's gone, Mike,
and we lost our only lead.

Not quite.
Lucien told me
where to find him.

Well, then, I think we owe
that son of a bitch a visit.