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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.

Max. What happened?

Who did this to you?
I don't know.

Say good-bye for me.
Max!

[ Gunshots ]

Whoever did this managed to put
a murder weapon in Michael's
hands and get away clean.

The only thing
that's gonna save me
is finding the real killer.

[ Sam ] We know you built
the bomb, Lucien, but you're
not the guy we're after.

Either you tell us
how to find the guy
who killed Max or--

Mike, get down!

Where, Lucien?
Where's his place?

Warehouse... in Wynwood.

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.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any search-and-capture
operation,

you have to balance
speed against planning.

Once you locate your target,
you have a hard choice to make.

Take too much time planning,
and your target gets away.

Take too little time planning,
and you get yourself killed.

He's in there.
We should go in now.

I'm pretty sure we can
bypass the security system.

The guy just tried to mow us
down with a high caliber
machine gun, Mike.

"I'm pretty sure" isn't
what I wanna hear right now.

He thinks we're dead, Sam.
He won't be expecting us.

Oh, well, then it'll be
a walk in the park.

I'm just saying, Mike,
the guy killed an experienced
C.I.A. field officer...

and framed you for it.

Guy's gonna be a handful
whether he sees us coming
or not.

If we call
for reinforcements,
we might tip him off.

- We can't risk that.
- Right. What kind of defenses
we talking about?

Nothing we can't handle.

Oh, great. So we're gonna
snatch a murderer with some
magnets and a roll of duct tape?

And guns, Sam.

Plenty of guns.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most commercial security systems
use magnetic sensors.

When a door opens,
it breaks an electrical circuit
and triggers the alarm.

Which means
defeating the system...

is just a matter
of keeping a magnet
in contact with the sensor.

Unfortunately, very
security conscious people...

often customize systems
with less visible sensors--

- [ Metallic Click ]
- Mike.

I think I stepped
on something.

like a pressure plate
in the floor that silently
announces your presence--

- [ Explosions ]
- and gives whoever's inside...

a chance to do
something about it.

Mike, there's the guy!

[ Gunshots ]

- [ Shouts ]
- Mike, it's over.

He's gone.

So the guy who shot Max
finally pokes his head out
and no one thinks to call me?

[ Michael ]
I wanted to, believe me.
There just wasn't time.

You keep me
on the sidelines again,

you can bandage
your own burns.

Focus, people.

We gotta
find this guy,

and the only thing
we got now...

is a thoroughly
toasted computer.

It looks like
scrap metal.

You really think you
can get something
off there?

We have to try.
He wouldn't have
destroyed it...

if there wasn't
something there.

I know a guy who can help,
but it's gonna take some doing.

We're not exactly
on speaking terms.

Plus I got this corporate
security gig I told Jesse
I would do.

We gotta make it fast, Sam.
I already talked to Pearce.

She's investigating
the warehouse fire.

That was two hours ago.
How'd she even know?

I'm not sure, but I'm supposed
to meet her there later.

You think she suspects
you're involved?

I don't know what she knows.
But it's probably a good idea...

for you two to steer clear
of me for a while.

Okay, how about this?

You fill in
for me on this
job with Jesse,

Fi and I
will handle...

the barbecued
hard drive.

Until then, we'll just go
radio silent--

no calls, no contact
till we know what's up.

Sounds like a plan.

Thanks.

[ Man ]
There's nothing around back.

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

It's an HK91.

Same make and model was used
in a murder in Hialeah...

the police discovered
this morning.

And this is connected
to our investigation how?

Murder victim was
a Romanian war criminal.

Max had dealings
in that area in 2002.
Made some enemies.

I'm not sure why
they'd wait a decade
to come after him,

but at this point,
it's the best lead
we've got.

Sounds good. How can I help?
You can start by letting me have
your files on the investigation.

I wanna review everything
for a connection
to the Romanians.

Why don't you let me take
another look at the files--

No offense, but I need
my own eyes on this.

I've got a feeling.

I know I'm close.

No problem.

I could get you
all my files... Friday.

Make it tomorrow.

Latest.

Look, Mike, I appreciate you
filling in for Sam on this job.
I really do.

I just gotta ask you, are you
sure this is a good time for you
to be taking freelance work?

Well, the way I see it,
Sam's got his hands full
and you need the help.

And your C.I.A. contact
is this close to discovering
you've been lying to her.

All the more reason
for me to stay busy
and out of her way.

Just tell me
what the job is.

It's a corporate security gig.

Client's name is
Richard Gronbach, billionaire.

He owns fast-food joints
and big-box stores.

Some industrial espionage types
have been targeting him.

Do we know
what they're after?

No, no. That's what
we have to find out.

I got in with him
posing as a middleman
for stolen financial data.

The other day they asked me
if I know a decryption guy
who could do a quick job.

Enter Michael Westen,
a.k.a. Matt Graham.

They're meeting
at a private airport
that Gronbach uses up north.

They wanna hack at
some airport computers.

I think I can handle that.

There's one more
little-- little thing. Uh--

I needed someone to take
some surveillance photos...

in the parking lot.

Only problem is all my guys
look like F.B.I. agents.

So I figured no one
would notice, like, a--

[ Clears Throat ]
a 60ish-year-old woman
sitting in a car--

You called my mom.
I'll call her and tell her
it's a no-go. It's-- I--

Just tell me it's safe.

They're white-collar guys, Mike.
It's a cakewalk.

It's just something to keep your
mind off things while Sam and Fi
deal with your C.I.A. problem.

[ Man ]
I said I don't wanna
talk to you. Go away.

Dixon, I just need
a small favor, okay?

Favors are for friends,
and friends don't
tase one another...

and put them
in the trunks of cars.

First of all,
that was years ago.
Second, I said I was sorry.

Third, if you'd agreed to help,
I wouldn't have had to do it.

You never have
to tase anyone, ever.

How can you sit there and--
Mmm! Leave me alone.

Dixon, just hear me out.

A quick trip to your lab,
we take some stuff
off a computer,

you never see me again.

Oh, since you
put it that way--

No! Okay?

You sure
that's your answer?

Who are you?
How'd you get in here?

You picked
my door lock? What--

Sam said you might
be reluctant to help.

- [ Dixon ]
Sam, no!
- Fi! Fi!

[ Electricity Crackles ]
[ Shrieks ]

Y-- Oh, Fi.

I was really hoping
that wouldn't be necessary.

So, where's his lab?
Other side of town.

I hope he wakes up
by the time we get there.

All righty.

[ Madeline ]
So what's
a corporate spy anyway?

Usually former finance guys
or consultants--
finally figured out...

they can make more money
stealing corporate secrets
than keeping 'em.

It's nothing too scary.
It's gonna be quick.

Mike's gonna use
the decryption software
on this laptop,

go in there and do
his hacking thing for 'em.

Maddy, you're gonna
document everything.

Mike comes back.
We debrief.
We are done by lunch.

Here we go.
Right over here.
[ Madeline ] Where?

Black Benz.

You see that weasel
texting on his phone?
That's Holcomb.

He's the one running
this little project.

Well, it's nice
to be dealing with people
who carry BlackBerrys...

instead of guns for a change.

All right, Maddy,
you go get set up
at short-term parking.

Mike, good luck.
I'll be parked right down the
road if you guys need anything.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Businesses often use independent
contractors on jobs...

to contain costs
and limit liability.

- Criminals do the same thing
for similar reasons.
- [ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

Someone who just joined the team
won't expect an equal cut
of whatever you're stealing.

And if they
don't know your plans,
they can't go to the cops.

- You Graham?
- That's me.

I'm Holcomb.
This is Ward.

We will be working
together today.
Let's go.

Hey, slow down.

You wanna fill me in
on what we're doing?

I can tell you
what we're not doing.
We're not asking questions.

[ Michael ]
I gotta know what the job is.
I gotta know--

You're gonna push some buttons
on a computer
when I tell you to.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's nothing quite like
the feeling that you get...

in the pit of your stomach
when you begin to suspect...

your intelligence
on an operation
may have been wrong.

Once you're in, though,
there's not much you can do...

but keep your eyes open
and figure out just how bad
the situation is.

Uh-- Uh, guys,
I thought I was just
pushing buttons.

What's with the hardware?
Okay.

Mr. Inquisitive,
I'm only gonna
say this once.

A billionaire
named Richard Gronbach is
landing here today at noon.

By then, we are gonna have
this whole place
locked down.

We board his plane.

We use our, uh, hardware
to take care of
his security detail...

and to convince Mr. Gronbach
to give up his bank codes.

And then you--
[ Clicks Tongue ]
you get to push some buttons.

Got it?
[ Gun Cocks ]

Sounds good.
I wish you would have
told me that earlier.

I would have brought
my own piece.

Why don't you give me
one of those bad boys?
I'll make myself useful.

Thanks.
But we got this.

[ Woman Screaming ]
[ Chattering ]

[ Holcomb ] Everyone to
the center of the room! Now!
[ Ward ] Get down!

[ Gunfire ]
[ Woman Screams ]

- [ Gunfire Continues ]
- Down!

[ Ward ]
Nobody move!
Nobody move!

[ Woman Gasps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a cold math
to hostage-taking.

Once someone dies,
things get worse quickly.

Because the penalty
for killing one hostage...

is pretty much the same
as the penalty
for killing all of them,

the key is keeping
that first person alive.

Even if you have to bruise
a few ribs to do it.

[ Woman ]
Oh, no!

[ Michael ]
Hey, old man.

I know you think
you're supposed
to be a hero here,

but you're not ready
for this action,
you understand?

Ye-Yeah, I understand.

I was just explaining
to the rent-a-cop here
the merits of cooperating.

I think I've
earned my keep.

- You'll earn your keep
with the computer.
- [ Woman Gasps ]

Now put him
with the others.

[ Groaning ]

[ Ward ]
Get inside!
Get inside!

[ Holcomb ]
All right, everyone,
may I have your attention?

We're not here
to hurt you.

In fact, you are
gonna be our new partners
in a little business venture.

Your job here today
is easy--

stay calm
and do as you're told.

And in exchange
for a job well done,

you will receive two things--

a gift certificate
for a steak dinner...

and your lives.

I know some of you
must be concerned
that you've seen our faces.

Don't be, because in a few
hours, my team and I are
gonna be sitting on a beach...

in a country
that does not cooperate
with U.S. law enforcement.

So you see,
you have nothing to fear...

as long as things
go well today.

But if things don't go well,

if you resist...

or try to call the police,

then I'm gonna be forced
to use this...

and kill every
single one of you.

Steak dinner...
or a grenade.

The choice is yours.

Go. Go.

Up the stairs
to the left, ladies.

Go.

Everybody
in the conference room.

Hey, at the risk
of asking a question,

who you got taking
roll call on the hostages?

Roll call?
How do you mean?

Come on. You're a pro.
You do a head count,

check it against
the employee records,
make sure everybody's here.

[ Holcomb ]
This isn't
homeroom, Graham.

Don't worry.
We've got everybody.

You know how I ended up
in the joint?

1997, my crew was doing
a bank job up in Boston.

We didn't notice
that there was an extra
security guard on duty.

He hid in the can,
called the cops.

Feel free to check
all the stalls
next time you go take a leak.

You already missed one guard.
You don't wanna see
that happen again, do you?

Look, I'll pull
the personnel files
from the airport's computer.

I'll cross-check it
against the hostages.
Consider it insurance.

Fine. Knock yourself out.

You won't regret it, boss man.

Next. Come on.

[ Michael Narrating ] The ironic
thing about infiltrating
a group of criminals...

- is that the only way
to successfully be accepted--
- Next.

- is to actually be helpful.
- Stan Werner.

Have a seat.
Next. Next.

If you're useless or lazy,
you'll probably wind up
getting shot.

Good. Sit down. Next.

- J-J-J-J-J--
- Come on.
Spit your name out. Come on.

[ Stammers ]
Judy Epplebee.

Okay. Thanks.

You have to be the best
little worker you can be--

Sit d--
Get her to sit down.

all to give yourself room
to look for
the best opportunity...

to destroy the people
you're working for.

Hey. Blondie. Yeah.

With the spiked hair.
Come here.

Yeah, you.

See anybody else
spiky and blonde?

Show me some I.D.
What the hell's
going on, Michael?

Tell me
you have a plan.
[ Typing ]

I do, but I'm
gonna need your help.

[ Scoffs ]
What a surprise.

Okay, smart lady,
you're gonna have a job.

You're gonna keep everyone
in that room calm.
You think you can do that?

I think I can do that.
Good. Go sit down.

Get her to sit down.
Come on. Move it along.

Next. Wait. Hold on.
Where are the guys?

I need a guy.
I need a "Jack Marsden."

Jack Marsden.

There's no
other guys in here.

Damn it.

- Gentlemen, we got a problem.
- What kind of problem?

Oh, nothing too big.
Just my hostage count was off
and we're missing someone.

Who?

Jack Marsden.
Works in the maintenance hangar.

No way.
We cleared
all the buildings.

The computer doesn't lie.
Somebody is missing!

[ Laughs ]
I don't know who the hell
you think you are,

but I don't appreciate
being yelled at.

Well, I don't appreciate
working on a job
run by amateurs.

Maybe you're not worried
about jail, but I am
certainly not going back.

The computer says
that Marsden's office is
over in the maintenance hangar.

Why don't you let me
handle this? I'll go
over there, check it out.

Send Landes with him.
I'm not taking any chances.

Man, like Ward said,
we checked this building.

No one's here.
You got your count wrong.

If I got my count wrong,
why is this coffee still hot?

Son of a bitch!

- He's around here somewhere!
- Man, calm down.

I'm not gonna calm down
until I find this guy,
and I know he's here!

And I'm gonna tear
this place upside down
to find him!

You should go check
the perimeter.

Holcomb didn't say anything
about splitting up.

Yeah, Holcomb
didn't say anything
about screwing up either.

You wanna be the guy
that tells him
we missed this guy again?

Go back to the S.U.V.
after you check the perimeter.

I'll meet you there.
I'll meet you there!

Let's go!
Let's find this guy!

Come on!

[ Beeps ]
[ Rapid Beeping ]

- [ Line Rings ]
- [ Beeps ]

Mike. Thank God. I was getting
a little worried, man.
What's going on?

Jesse, we have
a hostage situation.

Holcomb and three other guys
have locked down the airport.

They've got MAC-10s
and grenades.

Wait. Wait a minute. What?

Yeah. Your thieves
aren't hacking
airport computers, Jesse.

They're looking to drain
Gronbach's bank account.

Jesus. We gotta call
the cops, man.

No. If we wanna keep
everyone alive,

our only move is
to create a distraction
and get the hostages out.

What do you
want me to do?

Cut a hole
through the fence
near the southwest hangar.

That's the way we're
gonna try to escape.

I don't mean
to second-guess you,

but how you
gonna distract
four guys with MAC-10s?

I'm working on that.
I'll call you later.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
To improvise a weapon,
you have to understand...

the basic principle
behind whatever you're making.

A gun, for example,
is just a barrel
and a firing pin,

while a time-delay bomb
can be as simple...

as a corrosive chemical,
an oxidizing agent...

and something to keep them
from mixing together
long enough...

so you don't blow
your hands off.

[ Horn Honking ]

Marsden wasn't in the building.
You see him out here?

No, man.
There's no one out here.
What's that?

These are his papers.
I took everything
he had in his desk, you know--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Hurry up and put it
in the trunk. We gotta get back.

Holcomb's
gonna be pissed.

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Horn Honking ]

Jesus, Fi.

The guy in the trunk
needs to be alive...

to do his fancy
computer work later.

I just wanna get this over with,
give Michael what he wants
and be done with it.

Not to pry,
but is there something
with you and Mike?

Ever since you guys
moved in together, it seems like
things have been a little tense.

I'd be happy with tense.
Michael can find room for my
snow globes in his apartment,

but he can't seem to figure out
how I fit into his life.

Well, you know
how Mikey is with commitment.

I really don't wanna talk
about his issues right now.
I have issues of my own.

I am driving around
with an unconscious man
in my trunk.

- [ Siren Wailing ]
- Correction.

I am driving around
with an unconscious man
in my trunk...

and a cop
trying to pull me over.

Ah, crap.
Do you think someone
spotted us nabbing Dixon?

I'm not gonna
stick around to find out.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Landes, you find anything?

Yeah, we found--
We found a cup
of steaming coffee...

on top of some
half-finished paperwork
on Marsden's desk.

- Hot coffee.
- Which means
we just missed him.

I know he's out there somewhere.
We should organize a search.

I'll stay with the hostages.
You guys--

Who the hell do you think
you are, giving orders?

You are just
the keyboard monkey,
remember?

And I'm not convinced
of anything this guy says,
all right?

What does
a cup of coffee prove?

We don't even know
that anybody's
really out there.

[ Holcomb ]
Outside!

[ Woman ] What's that?
What's going on out there?

Go, go!
Spread out!

He couldn't have gone far.
Spread out. Find him.

- Find him!
- Okay, okay.
Check the left side!

- [ Yells ]
- It came from the roof!

It came from the roof!
It's Marsden!

- [ Man Shouts ]
- [ Groaning ]

Hey, chief, you and me
need to have a chat...

about your perfect little plan.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Mike, there you are.
Dude, I was
about 60 seconds away...

from calling
the boys in blue
and hoping for the best.

Not yet. We're still the best
chance the hostages have of
getting out of here alive.

Then why did I just see
a truck explode?

I told Holcomb his team missed
a maintenance man when they
were rounding everybody up.

If I can get his team
to start a manhunt--

Then we might be able
to get the hostages out.

Well, there's a nice big hole
in the fence by the southwest
hangar whenever you're ready.

Well, there's one more problem.

Gronbach's plane is scheduled
to arrive in one hour.

When he lands,
Holcomb's gonna kill
his security team...

and kidnap him.
I guess I can't let
that plane land.

I'm on it.

Bad news, guys.

Turns out Marsden's
an explosives expert.

Explosives expert?
You said he worked
in maintenance.

Well, apparently
blowing things up...

is one of the few
tricks he picked up
from the Special Forces.

Special Forces?
What are you talking about?

I checked his
employment records.

You're dealing with
a highly trained
ex-Ranger.

He probably overheard
your warning about
calling the cops...

and took matters
into his own hands.

S-So he's trying
to save the hostages?

How about we threaten
to kill the hostages
unless he surrenders?

How are you gonna get
that message to him,
smart guy? Telepathy?

He's right.
Our only option is to find him,
take him out.

Yeah. There was a machine shop
on the northeast corner
of the tarmac.

He probably made the bomb there.
That's as good a place
to start as any.

You leave a gun with me,
and I'll watch the hostages.

Landes,
stay here with Graham.

Are you insane?
You saw what this guy
is capable of.

You're gonna need
every member of your team
to handle him.

As far as I know, he
could be on his way back here.

Besides, if the hostages
become a liability,

I need somebody here
who likes to do dirty work.

Landes stays.

All right, guys,
time to go hunting.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to redirect
an airplane mid-flight...

and you can't get
to the airport,

your best bet is probably
the local TRACON relay station.

Responsible
for guiding aircraft...

until airport traffic control
takes over,

their job
is to keep anything bad
from happening mid-flight.

Fortunately, their job
is also to be nervous,

so it doesn't take much
to spook them.

Caleb,
we might have a problem.

Agent Loman, F.B.I.
We absolutely have
a problem.

F.B.I.?

He said it involved
national security.

Yeah, I did,
so why the hell are you
still standing here?

Okay. Uh, what's up?

What's up?

You guys didn't send
a redirect confirmation
for North Dade Airport.

So my boss calls me,
tells me to come
down here in person.

So instead of finishing my prime
rib and garlic mashed potatoes,
here I am with you jackasses.

That's what's up.
What redirect?

You got jokes?
No, no. I just-- I never
received a request for it.

Are you kidding me?
Oh, my God.
What's going on?

The C.I.A. has a covert flight
scheduled to take off from North
Dade Airport this afternoon.

I sent out a request
last week...

to have all air traffic
diverted for the next
two hours.

And now I get word
that there's a flight
headed that way.

Oh, God, yeah.
Uh, we have
a private jet inbound.

Send it away.
Send it away, now!
I can't.

I don't have authorization.
[ Laughs ]
You don't ha--

He-- He needs
authorization.

You need authorization.
Okay, yeah.
Call Arnold Logan, N.T.S.B.

No, no. Better yet,
call my boss, Agent Ramirez
from the F.B.I.

You wanna bother him
while he's golfing?
I got him on speed dial.

No, let's go big.
Let's go big.

Call the president
of the United States
of America.

He will tell you
if you wanna keep your job,
you will keep my runways clear.

No, no, no.
Okay, all right, all right.

Control to Gronbach
Flight 6-2-1-6 Juliet.

You are no longer authorized
to land at North Dade Airport.

Please stand by to redirect
to Fort Lauderdale. Over.

[ Man ] Copy that.
Adjusting course
for Fort Lauderdale.

Okay, good.
All right.
Nice work.

Nice work, everybody.

Huh? Good job.

Made America
a little safer.

Well, I think
we lost the cops.

I just wanna know
how the hell they found us
in the first place.

You guys suck.

Hey, I've ridden in there.
As trunks go, it's not so bad.

Uh, Sam, I think I know
how the cops found us.

Dixon here likes
to accessorize.

You're under house arrest?
Why didn't you say something?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I forget to mention that
when I was unconscious?

I'm unconscious
because you tased me.

Uh, technically,
she tased you.

I don't wanna go to jail.
I can't go to jail.
Okay, look, I'm sorry.

Maybe this is fixable.
What are you in for?

I was just hiding some money
for these developers.

It was actually
a huge misunderstanding.

Okay, so how about this?

You help us
with our computer problem,

I'll call in a favor
with my cop buddy,
see what we can work out.

So you're saying
that if I do you a favor,

you'll attempt
to solve the problem
that you just created for me.

- So it's a deal.
- [ Sighs ]

Fine. Fine. Fine.

But just to remind you,
I'm sending out
a "come and get me" signal.

My lab is probably
crawling with cops.

Oh, one problem
at a time.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Anyone who's used a cell phone
near an alarm clock...

knows even minor interference
disrupts radio signals.

So if radio silence
is your goal, you can
create an electromagnet...

by running the current from
your car's electrical system...

through a tire iron wrapped
with copper speaker wiring.

It's hard
on your car's audio system,

but it's a small price to pay
for staying out of prison.

[ Ward ]
You see Marsden over there?

No, we haven't seen
any sign of him here.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Call you back in 10.

There's no reason to think
they're gonna let us go.

I mean, you hear about
these hostage situations.

They always end badly.

Like-- Remember
that-that thing
in India, where they--

Judy. Judy, honey,
we're gonna be fine.

We just have to stay calm
and not get each other
worked up.

Hey, sit down, lady!

You heard the man.
Sit down.

I need you to make
a scene right now.

Get your hands
off me!

You told me you wanted me
to keep these people calm,
and that's what I'm doing.

And I want you
to sit down now!

- And I will, when I'm done!
- [ Landes ] You're done
right now. Let's go.

[ Werner ]
Hey, let her go!
Let me go!

Sit down!

[ Groaning ]

It's all right.
I'm here to help.
I'm one of the good guys.

Judy, do you have
any tranquilizers
in your purse?

H-How did you know?

Uh, you just seem
like the type, honey.

Could we have them?

Now, we have help
on the outside.

So I need everyone
to go out the back way...

and head for the fence,
and we need to go right now.

Hold on. You were
working with these guys.
How can we trust you?

'Cause he's my son.

And I'll tell you
all about it when we get on
the other side of the fence.

Now, are we going?

Or do you wanna wait
for this guy's friends
to get back?

- This will keep him out
for a while.
- He's right. We need to go.

I know a back way
to the fence.

[ Chattering ]
All right, I'm ready.
Come on. Let's go.

Single file.
Keep it quiet. Let's go.

Okay.

Move, move, move.
Come on.

Just move.
Keep moving.

That's it. Go.

We need to head
to that fence line.
There's an opening there.

You all need to run
as fast as you can,
and you do not look back.

[ Judy ]
You want us to run
from here to there?

We'll never make it.
We'll be seen.

The only way that happens
is if we stay here
and keep talking about this.

- We gotta move now.
- Michael. It's too late.

[ Michael ]
Damn it.

New plan.
We're all going
to that warehouse.

It's closer,
but we're still gonna
be out in the open.

- Won't they see us?
- Trust me.

They won't be
looking at you.

I need you to collect everybody
as close as you can
to that warehouse.

You wait for my signal
and then you move.
Do it now. Go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Wool or silk ties
are considered higher quality...

than the polyester variety.

Polyester ties do have
certain advantages however.

They're less expensive
and considerably more flammable
than natural fibers,

making them the tie of choice
to ignite a gas tank.

In any kind
of sabotage operation,

the most important thing
is keeping your enemy thinking
you're on his side.

That means selling your story
by any means necessary.

While it may be painful
and unpleasant,

nothing sells loyalty
like shedding a little blood
for the cause.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

What the hell happened?
Where are my hostages?

They were here.
They were here. They--

He must have took 'em.
Who? Marsden?

He got the drop on us.

Smashed my head
through that table.

Boss, we got a problem.
Fuller called
from the control tower.

Gronbach's jet's been
diverted to another airport.

What? Why?
I don't know.

He just said
it changed course
and it's headed north.

[ Yells ]
[ Vase Shatters ]

So Marsden manages
to divert a plane mid-flight.

He takes my hostages.

He goes to all
this trouble to stop us,
but he leaves you alive.

Our payday is flying away,
and you're concerned Marsden
isn't killing us quick enough?

I am concerned...

that he seems to know all of
our moves before we make them.

But you know
everything about him.

In fact, you're the only one
who's ever seen him.

Why is that?
I don't know why.

I've got a theory.
[ Hammer Cocks ]

You and Marsden
are working together.

I have had enough
of your lies.

I wanna know
where the hostages are,
and I wanna know now.

How the hell
would I know that?
Stop it!

Admit it.
You're working with Marsden.
I'm not. Think about it.

I'm the one
who told you about him!

I told you his name,
where he is,
how to find him!

So you could send us
on a wild-goose chase,
you son of a bitch!

[ Groans ]
So you could lead
Marsden to the hostages.

Why the hell
would I do that?

This was supposed
to be my big score.

I heard voices come
from one of the warehouses.

I think the hostages
are in there.

Guys, you need to forget
about the hostages.

All right?

Marsden has them,
and he's probably
called the cops.

- They're probably
on their way here right now.
- Oh, man.

- We gotta go!
- I'm not leaving
any witnesses alive.

They all die.
But first--
[ Hammer Cocks ]

you do.

I'll kill 'em.

What?

You want proof that...
I'm not with Marsden?

I'll kill him
and the hostages. I'll do it.

But you gotta promise me
you got someplace
to go after,

someplace the cops
can't find us, 'cause...

I am not going back
to the joint.

Not on a murder rap.

We've got a room
at the Sea Oak Motel--

with new clothes,
I.D.'s, cars.

Holcomb, what the hell
are you doing, man?
We can't trust this guy.

Maybe. Maybe not.
Go in behind him.

If he kills everyone,
we don't got a problem.

If he doesn't,

put two bullets
in the back of his head.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you need to get into
a facility guarded by police,

you have three options.

You can go through them--
not an option if you
don't want a body count.

You can go around them--
which is tough if there's
a full surveillance team.

Or you can give them
a reason to leave.

[ Sam ] Okay, Fi, we got
two cop cars and four
plainclothes officers...

sitting on Dixon's
computer lab.

[ Fiona ] Don't worry, Sam.
We'll get him working on
that hard drive soon enough.

Dixon's ankle bracelet is live.

Okay.
Let's go.

Yeah. It's working.
Hey, Fi, um--

If I were you,
I'd get out of there,
like, now.

Relax.

I've gotta make it
a fair fight, or else...

where's the fun in it?

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

Okay, Dixon, time to get
your mojo working
on that scrap heap.

It's not too late
to surrender.

No. If we do,
we all die.

My son will get us
out of this.

But how? He's one man.
What hope does he stand
against all of them?

Maybe she's right.
We should give
ourselves up.

Who says they'll kill us?
They weren't going to before.

We've already run once.
They're not gonna
risk that again.

If we surrender,
they're gonna kill us.

If we stay and fight,
you know,
we have a chance.

Oh, my God,
they're coming.

[ Madeline ]
Um-- Okay,
we move to the back.

Hey, anyone who wants
to die can stay here.

If you don't, follow me.

[ Chattering ]

Go, go.

Sounds like
they're out back.

We can use the crates
as cover to get closer.

I'll cover you.

You first, killer.

See, I-- I-I knew
we should have surrendered.

They're gonna shoot us.
Quiet.

Then why is your son
here with a gun?
He's supposed to be on our side.

Put the gun down.

[ Groans ]
Uh, uh, uh, uh.

I'm done playing games.

Tell me where Marsden is.

[ Clangs ]

Here's Marsden,
you son of a bitch.

Thanks, Ma.

Michael,
what are you doing?

Putting blood on my shirt.

Well, that can't be
very sanitary.

Ma, I need to look like
I've been fatally wounded.

I'd rather not do it
with a real bullet.

[ Holcomb ]
Ward! Graham!
What's going on?

I need to go back
out there.

When I'm clear,
I need you
to shoot at the crates.

Then hide in the back
with the other hostages
and have everyone take cover.

You ready?

Yeah.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Groaning ]
What the hell happened?

Where's Ward?
He didn't make it.

Marsden was waiting
for us.

Man, he caught me
in the liver.

Move your hand.
I can stop the bleeding.

Don't bother.
It's over.

I saw a guy in the joint
take a shiv in the same spot.

That son of a bitch.

I'm putting Marsden
in the ground right now.
No, no, no. I got an idea.

Marsden said
he wants us to surrender.

Oh, we're not surrendering.

You give me the grenade.

[ Groans ]
I'll call Marsden out.

I'll tell him--
[ Panting ]
we're giving ourselves up.

When I get close to him
and the hostages,
I pull the pin.

I'll kill 'em all.

You would do that?

When you get Gronbach,

you take my cut
and you send it to my mom.

She's in the old folks home
in Homestead.

Yeah.

You have my word.

Marsden!

We wanna talk!

Don't shoot!

We wanna make a deal!

Go. Go now.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
In trench warfare,

a common practice
is to dig a hole
called a grenade sump.

It works
on a simple principle:

When a grenade falls
into your trench,
you kick it into a deeper hole,

which directs the force
of the grenade upward.

The same idea
can work above ground
with large pieces of furniture.

That lowlife better not
be pulling something.

That lowlife
just saved your ass.

Show some respect.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squeal ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Criminals often keep
safe houses to fall back to...

in case things go wrong.

They know
that once they get there,

they can relax and let
their guard down a little,

which makes it a perfect place
to send the cops after them.

- Down! Down
on the ground now!
- [ Sirens Blaring ]

- Down! Down!
- Don't move!
Hands where we can see them!

Up against the car!
Get down! You too!
Turn around!

Out of the car!
Put your hands
behind your back!

Suspects apprehended!

Let's go! Let's go!
Move out!

Oh, you gotta
be kidding me.

[ Man ]
They're in custody!

Notify Dispatch
we need transport.

I know. I know.
I owe you and your mom more
than a "thank you" for this one.

A new tie
would be nice.

[ Groans ]
Michael, what happened?

Jesse's gig turned out
to be a little more
than I bargained for.

Well, you're lucky
you're already hurt.

I was gonna beat
the hell out of you
after the day we had.

Did you find anything
on the computer?

This should make you
feel better.

It's gonna take some time
to make sense
of the information.

A lot of it
was destroyed permanently.

But now we have the name
of Max's killer--
Tavian Korzha.

And based on his bank accounts,
we know he was being financed
by somebody local.

Well, we need
to find out who
and pay him a visit.

I can't stall Pearce
any longer.

Once she starts going through
your files, you're only gonna
have a couple weeks tops...

before she'll be after you.

Well, let's hope
we find Tavian before that.

I should go.
Pearce is waiting.

Of course she is.

Any progress?

Haven't found
anything yet.
[ Sighs ]

But now that we're
chasing down this Romanian lead,

I guess it's just
a matter of time
before we find Max's killer.

You know the first thing I do
when I start an investigation?

Put the victim's
next of kin's number
at the top of my speed dial.

I-- It's--
[ Beeps ]

It's Max's wife's.

I look at it every day,
and I think about the day...

I'll be able to call and say,
"We got the bastard."

That day is close, Michael,

and you will have been
a part of that.

[ Michael ]
We have to get rid of the gun.

[ Fiona ]
You are taking big risks.

[ Michael ] I covered my tracks,
so I covered the tracks
of the killer.

I can always do more.

Are you sure you
don't want me to take
another look at this stuff?

You got two crime scenes
to process and a whole network
of Romanians to run down.

Thanks, but I've got
three times the manpower
working the case now.

I just need that one
last piece, Michael.

And maybe it's in this box.