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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 the intelligence community,

the enemy is less likely to hide
behind Kevlar and camouflage...

than offshore accounts
and blind trusts.

Once you pick up a bad guy's
money trail, though,

finding them is just a matter
of doing your homework.

If you can find
where they spend their cash,
you know where they are.

If you can find where they got
their cash, you can figure out
where they came from.

[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

Ravel Stigler--
unofficial banker
to cold-war leftovers,

including our mystery man,
Tavian Korzha.

So we know who Max's killer
got his money from. What now?

Yeah, "what now"
is the problem.

Stigler's
got a nasty reputation.

Runs with heavy security.
Talking to him's gonna be a lot
harder than finding him was.

And finding him
was very hard.

I'm being framed
for murder, Sam.

He may be my only link
to the real killer.
I'll take my chances.

Uh, yeah, Mike, maybe not.

I mean, the C.I.A. investigation
is getting pretty close.

I think your best bet
is to cozy up with Pearce
and see what she knows.

Sam's right.
We'll run point on Stigler.
We just need an approach.

Well, this might help.
[ Shuffling Papers ]

I found some messages
between Tavian
and his moneylender.

Sounds like Stigler thought
he was financing an import
business, not a killing spree.

So Tavian lied to him.
You think that's enough
to bond with the guy?

It'll have to be.

Hey.
Want a beer?

No, I prefer to be sober
when I'm risking my life.
Thanks.

Is Stigler here?
Private party in the back.

He's got a lot of friends here.
We got about a minute of
alone time when this goes down.

All right. Well,
we better talk fast then.

Hey, bathroom's
that way, right?
[ Indistinct ]

[ Glass Shatters ]

[ Jesse ]
Hello.
[ Woman ] Oh!

You break into
my place like this?

Are you insane,
or you want to die?

Uh, neither.
We just need a minute
of your time.

[ Banging On Door ]
You have as long as it takes...

for my men
to break down that door
and shoot you in the head.

Then we'll get right
to the point. You loaned money
to a man named Tavian, correct?

[ Banging Continues ]
[ Chuckles ]
Tavian--

In my country,
this is popular name,
like Bob.

We'll take that
as a yes.
[ Men Shouting ]

You know what he did
with that money?

He used it to kill
a C.I.A. officer.

I am businessman.
This does not concern me.

No?
Maybe that does.

[ Banging Continues ]

Lucien.

He is a friend.
What do you know of him?

- We know he's dead.
- You lie.

Check for yourself.
Tavian used the money
to buy an HK91.

Then he used that gun
to murder Lucien.

- How do you know this?
- I was there.

- [ Weapons Cocking ]
- [ Speaking Romanian ]

I'll ask around.
Hope for your sake
you're telling the truth.

Your life depends on it.

Trust me, buddy.
We got a few lives
riding on this one.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Solving the murder
of a covert operative...

is a little different than
most homicide investigations.

The pool of suspects is smaller,
but so are the odds that
the killer got sloppy.

When leads are more precious
and motives more plentiful,

you have to look at the case
from every angle,

because you never know
where you'll find the killer.

Agent Pearce.
How is it going?

The Romanian connection
looked so promising.

But so far, nothing.

Then take me off the bench.
I'd like to.

But Langley
was so
impressed...

with your work
in our last
extraction,

they've made
you their go-to
bad guy grabber.

So where am
I heading to now?
Puerto la Cruz.

Beach town outside Caracas.
We intercepted
some Russian chatter.

Seems one of their assets
is taking a little vacation
there with his wife.

This asset have a name?

They refer to him
only as "Cheshire."

He creates the nasty bugs
used in germ warfare
for the Eastern Bloc.

But other than that,
we don't know much.

You want me to bring him back so
you can get to know him better.
His wife too.

She might know something.

I'm an equal-opportunity
extractor.

Speaking of wives,
this job calls for...

Brendan and Christina Jenson.

It's a couples resort.
I was supposed to be Christina,

but I don't want to lose my
head of steam with Max's case.

So I got tickets
for you and Ms. Glenanne.

The agency approved Fi.

As you know, relations
with Venezuela are sensitive.

If things go wrong, it's easy
for the C.I.A. to disavow--

burned spy and his arms-dealer
girlfriend tried to get chummy
with a mad scientist.

Good to know
Langley has our backs.

Go. Have fun.

Bring me back a souvenir or two.

Preferably in cuffs.

I like a good extraction
as much as the next girl.

But when I asked
for quality time,
I didn't mean on a job.

Don't think of it as a job.
Think of it as
a romantic getaway, Fi.

A romantic getaway.

Tracking
a biological weapons engineer.

The resort has
a full-service spa...

and a four-star restaurant
with Chef--

Louis. Luis.

As much as I would enjoy a meal
that doesn't come out
of a yogurt cup,

it's not about
fancy trips for me.

It's about... connecting.

I thought we were connecting
just fine last night.

You know that's not what I mean.

I know, but sometimes
it's really hard to
read your mind.

[ Sighs ]

How is it, when you are dealing
with drug lords or mob bosses,

you know exactly what to say and
do, but when it comes to me--

I'm trying, Fi.

I mean, I thought
this would be a good start.

It's not ideal,
but we'd be together.

And vacationing on the C.I.A.'s
dime is not all that bad.

Look. We've got
a discretionary fund.

I'll add
a new dress to
my collection.

And some shoes.

Here you go, Consuelo.
It's all yours.
Thanks.

So you think Stigler's
gonna show?

Well, we crashed his party
and asked him to give up
one of his customers.

Whether it's to help us
or kill us, he'll show.

Oh, here we go.

Hey, fellas.

How's the thumb?

Checked with my guys.

Seems what you say
about Tavian is true.

Hey, would I steer you wrong?

He comes Tuesday, 2:00.

He parks here
in alley.

He comes in, takes money,
goes back to car and leaves--

In and out,
maybe a minute.

That's long enough
to grab him.

Tavian is a dangerous man.

If you fail,
it will be bad.

You understand?

Believe me, we understand.

Okay. So Mike and Fi
get to kick back...

and sip mojitos in the sun,

and we get to set a bear trap
for an international killer.

Sweet.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Working a cover
at a foreign resort...

isn't about
keeping a low profile.

It's about having as
much access as possible.

Arrive in a nice car
and tip extravagantly,

and the service staff will open
all sorts of doors for you.

If you want to rub elbows
with the other guests,

select a cover that gives you
an excuse to be social...

and a reason for the hotel to
upgrade you to a central room.

Travel writer
usually works fine.

We have a lovely suite for you.

- Please enjoy your stay.
- [ Fiona ]
Thank you.

It's a good idea to make use
of all the hotel's amenities.

A laptop and
some hacking software...

can get you access to
the hotel's database...

and give you free pay-per-view
in the process.

How does
the discretionary fund look?

Expensive.

Four couples' check-in dates
match Cheshire's.

[ Fiona ]
So one of these guys
is our germ maker.

Tonight's the perfect time
to check 'em out.

Aren't you
forgetting something?
No, no.

I downloaded
their room numbers
onto my phone.

We're Mr. and Mrs. Jenson,
are we not?
Yeah. Oh.

Aren't you gonna
get down on bended knee?

We got work to do.

It's an ugly rock,
anyway.

** [ Waltz ]

Well, I'll give you this.

This is the nicest place
you've ever taken me
for surveillance.

All of our Cheshires
are here.

From the looks of it,
so is the rest of the resort.

Thank God these heels
have arch support.

** [ Samba ]

Shall we?

I thought you'd never ask.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When gathering intelligence,

operatives often rely on
binoculars, hidden cameras and
electronic listening devices.

But sometimes all it takes
is a well-dressed date
and a decent sense of rhythm.

If you're light on your feet,
you can study a crowd
without standing out in it...

and examine every angle
of a room with a simple spin.

The first step, of course,
is identifying
your surveillance targets,

locating them, assessing them...

and coming up
with a strategy for further
intelligence gathering.

The worst thing you can do
at this point is rush things.

Your goal is to blend in,
plan your moves...

and let the dance carry you
where you need to go.

[ Woman ]
* Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps **

** [ Tango ]

Shall we tango?
Let's.

- Can I lead?
- Fine. Just this once.

The simplest kind of
surveillance, of course,
is eavesdropping--

easy enough
on the dance floor,

where getting close to people
is simply a matter
of knowing the right moves...

and using them
at the right time.

He better make me
first chair.
I've earned it.

[ Sighs ]
Oh, he's the bad guy,
but just the lawyer kind.

More-direct approaches
can work as well.

Dancing alongside someone
for an evening...

can give you a perfect excuse
to strike up a conversation...

and find out
what you need to know.

You and your husband
make such a cute couple.

Oh. We're not married... yet.

They're not married.

You can even pull off
a covert weapons check,
if you're careful.

Under his jacket--
could be a gun.

Spin me.

Ooh. Excuse me.

Smartphone.

Doesn't mean he's not our guy.

** [ Classical ]
It has to be
Serge and Karina.

They don't dance, they've barely
touched their drinks
and they keep eyeing the door.

Well, unless Serge
is a child prodigy,

he's way too young
to be a bioweapons guy.

You have a better prospect?
Hmm.

It's those two.
They're using
a fake name.

Oh? And how do you
know that?

They're listed as
Kevin and Nicki Skylar,

but when the waiter called him
"Mr. Skylar," it took him
a good two seconds to react.

Well, maybe
he was preoccupied.
[ Beeping ]

You know men--
so easily distracted.

Hmm? Yeah,
one way to find out--

They're staying
in Room 441.

We should go
before they finish dinner.

We don't get to
finish our wine?

It's a Kosta Browne.

Work fast.
I'll keep watch.

[ Michael Narrating ]
An outlet is the ideal place...

to plant a bug in a hotel.

Not only do they provide power,

but any audio picked up
can be transmitted
through the wires...

to any other outlet
in the building,

as long as you can manage
to hook into a live circuit
without electrocuting yourself.

Hurry, Michael. The Skylars
are calling it an early night.

Thirty seconds.

More bad news.
We were both right.

Mr. Skylar
is the death merchant.

My couple-- bodyguards.

- Let's go.
- Not this way.
It's too late.

[ Indistinct ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, improvising to get
out of tough situations...

is just part of the job.

Sometimes that means
stealing a car
to get away from a gun battle.

- We gonna have
any privacy, ever?
- They have to check the room.

Other times, it means destroying
a $2,000 dress...

to climb down safely
from a hotel balcony.

[ Both Mouthing Words ]

[ Fabric Tears ]

You do what you have to do
to survive,

but it doesn't mean
you won't upset someone
in the process.

You always know
how to show a girl
a good time, Michael.

[ Kevin Over Speaker ]
Will you just--

Will you please put away that
bottle and calm down, Nicki?

You're being irrational.
I don't even know
what you're saying.

I am saying that
this trip is so lame,
I could scream!

[ Kevin ]
Will you keep
your voice down?

Are you really gonna
listen to this all night?

There's trouble in paradise.
I think you get the gist.

The more we know about them,

the easier it will be
to get them to the helipad
for the extraction, Fi.

[ Nicki ]
...get a manicure!
[ Kevin ] You're drunk.

I think we know plenty.

That they're American,
traitors, married.

Apparently,
they hate each other.

You think that
I just wish your Prada bags
into existence, Nicki?

I have to
work for them.

[ Nicki Scoffs ]
What the hell
do you want from me?

I want to go on a vacation
where I don't have Russian goons
telling me where to go...

or what time
I have to go to bed!

I want a real life!
God!

[ Door Slams ]

I guess selling
bioweapons secrets...

wasn't quite the opportunity
they thought it would be.

It sounds like Nicki
is desperate
for some social contact...

and a little taste
of the good life.

How would you feel about
making a new friend tomorrow?

Why not?
[ Sighs ]

We have a lot
in common.

We both have
good taste in handbags,
work-obsessed men.

At least I don't sell W.M.D.'s
to dictators.

I'm, uh--
I'm drawing a bath.

There's room for two.

I would love to,

but I have to type up
these notes.

Okay.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy, making an approach
is about problem solving.

I can't, okay?
Whether it's a bad marriage
or an unsatisfying job,

you look for the problem,
the issue on the target's mind.

Can I get you something,
Mr. Jenson?

Yes. I'm hitting
the golf course,

but my wife would like
a little champagne
and caviar.

It's our anniversary, so make it
the good stuff, will you?
Of course, señor.

Once you know the problem,
it's just a matter of turning
yourself into the solution--

I'll just need your signature.

and arranging a meeting.

Champagne and beluga caviar.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.
I didn't order this.

- From your husband.
- [ Scoffs ]
I wish!

My husband
isn't that splurgy.

Oh. I-I'm sorry.
I think that might
actually be mine.

I'm so sorry.
Here.

Yum.

About a thousand dollars'
worth of yum.

My husband and I only
do this about once a month,
so we try to make it count.

You know, my hubby is busy.
Why don't you join me?

Mmm. I shouldn't.

There are no shouldn'ts
on vacation.

Okay.
Yeah, hit me.

Hitting.
[ Giggles ]

Thank you.
I'm Christina.

Nicki.
Nice to meet you.

Mmm.
Where's your husband?

He is, uh,
probably on the phone
somewhere, as usual.

[ Chuckles ]
Mine's the same way.

Actually,
Brendan is being
a good boy today.

He's arranging
a helicopter ride
for us.

Apparently,
it's the best way to
see the rain forest.

Of course,
he's only doing it
because I twisted his arm.

Here's to...
being the better half.

I'll drink to that.

[ Sighs ]

There he is. Kevin!

[ Laughs ]
This is Christina.
Yeah, we met at the pool.

- [ Kevin ]
Oh, nice to meet you.
- Champagne?

- No, thank you.
- That's my husband-- buzzkill.

[ Giggles ]
I take it this isn't
your first bottle, Nicki.

Christina?
Making new friends?

Mmm. Honey, this is Nicki.

- Oh, and you must be Brendan.
- Yes.

You never said
how handsome he is.

- Brendan.
- Kevin.

Darling, did you book
the helicopter tour?

I tried to get something cozy,
but all they had
was a six-seater.

Oh. That seems
like such a waste.

I know!
Why don't you join us?

There's plenty of room,
and we would love the company.

That would be so fun.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, that's
incredibly generous,
but, uh, we can't.

I'm sorry.
Seriously, Kevin.

Look, don't decide now.

Let's all grab dinner
and discuss it then.

What do you say?

We'll think about it.

Oh. Well, hopefully,
we'll see you later?

[ Giggling ]

I don't think
they're going for it.

They're going for it.
I know what she's thinking.

I know that look
she gave him.
I'm not so sure--

Christina!
We're in.

Since you guys got
the helicopter tour,
dinner's on us.

See you at 7:00!
7:00.

[ Chuckles ]
Told ya.

According to
my napkin,

Tavian should pull up...
right, like, here-ish.

Then he goes
into the back of the bar,

gets the money,
comes back out here,
goes this way.

Yup.

I think we can stop him
right around that ketchup stain.

You talking about
that grate right there?

I'm talking about that grate
right there.
All right, cool.

I got everything we need
in the back of Fi's car.
Yeah, about that--

- Are you sure that Fi is cool
with us borrowing her wheels?
- She's gonna have to be.

- The Porsche
is getting a tune-up.
- Okay, let's do it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Pinning down a moving target...

is all about
preparation and timing.

If your target will be driving,
the first task
is to stop the vehicle.

If you have room,
a bigger vehicle
will do the trick.

But if space is tight,
you have to improvise.

Finally, if you know where
the target vehicle is headed,

a directional blast
that can launch a projectile...

into the engine of a car
at high speed
will stop it in its tracks.

You just have to find
a place to plant it and wait.

That ought to do it.
Let's go eat.
Dinner's on me.

Right.

Stunning views,
booze on board.

You're gonna love
this chopper ride.

What's wrong, Nicki?
You barely touched
your mousse.

I didn't want to ruin our meal.

It's just that...
my husband said that
we can't go on the tour.

What? Why?

Ask him.

Um, I'm afraid
we don't have time.

Of course you have time.
It's just a day ride.

I said
I don't have time.

Kevin, you're being rude.

Sorry,
I just have work.

My bosses need us
to be home tomorrow night.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, you're trained
never to pitch assets...

in situations
you don't control.

Still, you can't
always avoid it.

If it's a choice between that
or losing the asset altogether,

sometimes you have to
grit your teeth
and roll the dice.

Let's stop
with the charade, Kevin.

You and I
have a lot in common.

We both work hard,
we both love our wives...

and we're not
who we claim to be.

Excuse me?

Hear him out...
and smile and nod as you do,

or we're all gonna get shot
by your bodyguards.

[ Both Laugh ]

I'm a broker of sorts--

for people with skills to sell,
like you.

I-I-I don't know
what you're saying.
Course you do.

Kev, I can guess
how it all went down
actually.

It's always the same drill.
You were at some
pharma conference--

Probably talking
about diet drugs
or cholesterol pills--

Wasting that brain of yours,
and then someone made you
a better offer.

Promised you the world.

And then that promise
didn't really pan out,
now did it?

- How did you know that?
- Nicki.

- What?
- You just--

The Russians are all talk.
If you're gonna sell out,

you do it
to the highest bidder.

I can double what you make
right now,

and I won't insult you
by pushing a babysitter on you.

[ Fiona ]
Looks like those babysitters
are getting suspicious.

Brendan--

I can give you everything
you want,

but you have to decide
right now:

Do you want to go back
to the gulag...

with your millions
that you'll never spend or--

Or would you like to come with
us to our private helicopter,
champagne on ice?

Sweetheart, say yes.

- You have five seconds.
- Kevin, please?

Fine. I'm in.

Laugh, now,
as loud as you can.

Now you see why I make him
tell all his stories
in his inside voice.

- Inside voice!
- You are so bad!

Mmm!
[ Fiona Chuckles ]

- To new friends.
- New friends.

Kevin,
you don't like
your champagne?

I don't want champagne.
I don't even want to be
in this pool.

That's hilarious.
[ Chuckles ]

Remember,
we're supposed to
keep up appear--

Appearances. I know.
You keep saying that.

What you didn't say
was how any of this
was actually going to work.

Well, first, you stay calm,
sip your bubbly.
Just relaxing with friends.

Please. "Relax." He forgot
the meaning of that word...

when he started
working for the Russians.

Our chopper arrives at 4:00.
We'll all meet at the helipad--

soon as we ditch
your babysitters.

That's your plan?
Ditch 'em?

We can't ditch 'em.
They never let us
leave their sight.

Not to mention,
they're always carrying
a gun at all times.

If we try to run,
they're gonna shoot us.

We won't
give them the chance.
[ Chuckles ]

You and I are going
to the steam room
for a little R & R.

Serge won't be able to wear
his Kevlar vest or his machine
pistol on him under his towel.

And we have lunch
at a très chic restaurant
across town.

We have reservations
on the patio.

Karina will be stuck at the bar,
which gives us enough room
to slip away.

Are you sure?
These guys are
seriously scary.

Trust me.
We'll have everything we need
to take care of them.

And once we lose them
and get to the cars,
we'll have plenty of firepower.

I don't know.
This seems like
an awfully big risk.

With an even bigger reward
at the end of it.

Just think of the life
you'll have.

Anything is better
than this life.

The scary part
is almost over.

And soon,
we'll all be filthy rich.

We should get dressed
for lunch.

I'll see you
later, darling.
[ Mock Whimper ]

- [ Whispers ]
Be careful.
- I'll miss you too.

[ Shotgun Racks ]

So who do you think's
having more fun right now:

Mike and Fi in paradise,
waiting for mojito refills,

or you and me in a back alley,
waiting for
a Romanian assassin?

I'd be having
a lot more fun if Tavian
would show up already.

Should have been here
a half hour ago.
It's hot.

You think Stigler
might have tipped him off?

I don't know.
I'll go ask him.

You mind watching my back,
just in case Tavian's
fashionably late?

As long as you bring me a beer
on the way back out.

Oh, damn it.

Sam, we got a problem.
Stigler's dead.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Hands up.
Phone off. Now.

Sam, can you hear me?

Sam.

Nice place.
You bring all your kills here,
or is this our special spot?

If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead already.

I want a meeting
with Michael Westen.

- You're gonna arrange it.
- You want to meet with Mike.

You killed his buddy
and framed him for murder.

I don't think he's real eager
to grab a latte with you.

You can tell him
about the meeting,

or I can send him
a written invitation
pinned to your corpse.

Let's go with option A.

Tell Michael I want a truce,
and I have answers.

Yeah? To what?
To questions
he doesn't even know to ask.

I'm sure Mike
would be very intrigued, but
he's a little busy right now.

Tell him to
clear his calendar.

Tomorrow, 6:00 p.m.,
Brickell Key Park.

I won't wait.

[ Car Door Closes ]
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
People tend to overestimate
the value of weapons.

Choosing the time
and place of a fight...

is often more important
than having a lot of firepower.

It doesn't matter
if all you've got is
some spa rocks and a wet towel.

If you can surprise an unarmed
opponent on favorable ground,
that can be all you need.

Kevin, sit down.
You're supposed to relax.

You know what?
I'll be relaxed...

when we're in the air
and this dump is just
a speck on the horizon.

We're almost there.
All you have to do is
soak in the healing mist...

and distract Serge
when he shows up.

And then, once you get
your, uh-- your opening,
I can-- I can go, right?

You go back
to the locker rooms.
You wait there.

Just kill some time.

Fantasize about
how much money
you're gonna make.

About that--

I have been working
on this new neurotoxin--
like nothing you have ever seen.

I'm talking
total organ failure.

They drop like that.
[ Snaps Fingers ]

Russians weren't interested,
but North Koreans might be.

We'll shop it around.
You'll get
what you deserve.

- [ Clears Throat ]
- [ Door Opens ]

- [ Clears Throat ]
- You should have waited for me
before coming in here.

Do I need to, uh, have you
escort me to the bathroom too?
[ Chuckles ]

I'm fine, Serge.
Where is your friend?

How the hell should I know?
Maybe he's getting a massage.

Serge.

Come on.

[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

Sleep tight, Serge.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Hmm, seems the boys
had a cleansing sweat,

rid themselves
of unwanted company.

Well, then I guess
that means it's our turn.
Exactly.

I picked the key
to the patio door
off the bar manager.

So I'm gonna get up, lock
the door, and then we'll start
making our way out of here.

Oh. Well, do you
really think a locked door
is gonna stop her?

No, but it'll buy us
enough time to
get to the car.

[ Sighs ]
I think I'm gonna need
a glass of wine.

Maybe a bottle.

All you need
is to stay calm.

This only works
if Karina has no idea
what's going on.

Okay.
Yeah, I can do that.

Hey, Nicki.
Yeah?

Keep staring at Karina
like a scared little bunny,

you're gonna tip her off.

Just--
[ Inhales ]

take in the view,
read the menu,

focus on anything
but her, okay?

Okay.
I'm gonna go
to the buffet now.

Okay.

Oh!

- What did I tell you about
those bunny eyes? Come on.
- Sorry.

[ People Screaming ]
[ Woman ]
Look out!

- [ Nicki Screams ]
- Come on, up and over.
In the drink, honey! Come on!

We've got to get
to the car.

[ Nicki Screams ]
Geez!

Call for help!
My phone is at
the bottom of the bay.

We're on our own.
We have to make a run for it.

Okay, well, the car is
way too far from here.

Well, then we'll arrange for
another mode of transportation.

Keep your head down.
Follow me.

Um, I don't ride.

- Yeah, but you know
how to be clingy.
- [ Engine Starts ]

Come on!

[ Michael Narrating ]
As tactical vehicles,

motorcycles have advantages
and disadvantages.

Their off-the-line acceleration
leaves most four-wheel vehicles
in their dust.

But as a vehicle for
bursting through a roadblock,
you can't do much worse.

What are you doing?
Why are we stopping?

Your babysitter must have called
all her Russian friends.

We'll never make it
past that roadblock.

Well, can we go back out
to the main road?

Karina will
have that covered.

Okay, so let's hide.
Let's go into the woods.

They'll comb every inch
of those trees.

It's not a question
of if they get us,
it's a question of when.

We have to stay and fight.

I dig the girl power,
but, uh, Karina,
she brought her friends.

We're outnumbered.
They're totally gonna kill us.

Probably,

but I'm not a big fan
of going quietly.

Where's our chopper?
It'll be here
in five minutes.

Five minutes,
and we are home free.

Our wives should have
been here by now.

Their route was shorter
than ours.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

They're not answering.
Something's wrong.
[ Beeps ]

Maybe they hit traffic.
If Karina
was tipped off,

she would have
called in reinforcements
and cut off the roads.

It's right out of
the F.S.B. playbook.

We're going back
for them.
Are you insane?

No, you said yourself
our chopper's gonna be here
in five minutes.

- It's time to cut our losses.
- Our losses?

I can see why your wife
finds you so charming.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Hey, help me
clean off these bullets.

Least we'll stand
a fighting chance.

He had a medical degree!
What girl goes wrong
marrying a doctor?

If I'd known what I was
signing up for, I would
never accepted this damn ring.

Know what I mean?
Not really.

Mine's a fake.
Really?

[ Engine Revving ]

They're here.
[ Slide Cocks ]

Keep those coming.
Get down.

[ Speaking Russian ]

- [ Groans ]
- [ Body Thuds ]

Two down, one to go.
Here. That's
our last bullet.

She's coming.
Get back.

[ Clicks ]

Ah, gun problems?

[ Grunts ]

Michael.
How'd you find me?

I know you.
You'd want to go down
guns blazing.

- [ Vehicles Approaching ]
- Nice place for a last stand.

- [ Chattering In Russian ]
- [ Vehicle Doors Closing ]

It's not over.

Karina sent for backup-- 12:00.

- And your 6:00.
- Shall we?

I thought you'd never ask.

[ Groans ]

I'm out.

Get over here, Nicki.

Reloading.

Ready? Move!

[ Men Shouting In Russian ]

[ Gunfire Continues ]

- [ Kevin ] What's, uh--
What's with the commandos?
- Get in the chopper.

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere
until I know exactly
where that thing is going.

Virginia, C.I.A. headquarters
in Langley, maybe
a quick stop in the Caribbean.

Guantanamo's lovely
this time of year.

Oh, my God.
It's okay. They'll cut
a deal with you.

Later you can pawn
that ring and start anew.

What about me, huh?
I'm not gonna get a deal.

You think I'm getting
on that thing?

There is no way!
[ Man ]
Weapon down!

- Stand down.
- [ Man ]
Put the gun down!

Fine. You want to
stay here?

Good luck
with your Russian friends.

After your daring escape,
don't expect a warm reception.

- [ Man ] Let's go. Turn around.
- [ Man #2 ] Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Okay, you know what?
I know my rights.

You will never get
a word out of me!

Yeah? Well,
they're gonna get
plenty out of me!

Thank you, Michael.

For what?
Quality time.

[ Siren Blares ]
Okay, appreciate it.
Appreciate it. Thank you.

Tavian said 6:00 p.m., right?
Any word?

No. Haven't heard
from Mike either.

He must still be flying back.
I can't believe he's gonna be
late to his own showdown.

My buddies
at Homeland Security
just bought him some time.

They came through, man--
by land, by sea and by air.

Yeah. You must have called in
a lot of favors.

Uh-- Yeah, that,
and I kind of told them I was
tracking a smuggled weapon...

that may or may not be
leaking radioactive material.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh! You went nuclear on them?

Yeah,
I figured it wasn't time
to pull punches.

It should buy us
at least four hours.

Well, let's hope Mikey
gets here quick.

Yeah, and Tavian
hasn't stood him up.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Hey, speak of the Tavian.
I'll make sure he's here.
I'll be back.

[ Beeps ]
Yeah?

I thought we had
an agreement.

Where is Michael Westen?

Well, he's at
Brickell Key Park,
just like you wanted.

He's not there.
You're lying.

What? Me lie? No, he's there.
Check again. It's a big place.

Maybe you haven't
looked hard enough.

I'm on Brickell Key, staring at
the meeting point. No Michael.

Well, I guess he just
must be running late.

You know,
I'm not a patient man.

This is a one-time offer.
We're done.

Yeah, uh, before you skedaddle,
you might want to take a look
at the water.

You see those police
patrol boats?

They're not letting any boats
in or out for the next
two or three hours.

We've also locked down
the airspace.

Oh, and in case you were
planning a road trip, I wouldn't
exactly pack your bags.

You'll get your meet with Mike,
but you're gonna have to wait.

[ Beeps ]

Well, we got the tiger
by the tail.

Yeah, let's hope it doesn't
rip Mike's head off
when he gets here.

You know,
I've been thinking.

The world
is a dangerous place.

I bet there are lots of
wanted types laying low
in Spain, Italy, France.

Are you volunteering
for more extraction jobs?

Paris is lovely
in the spring.

I guess I won't be
needing this anymore.

Let me.

Mr. Jenson,
it was nice being
married to you.

You too, Mrs. Jenson.

Maybe I'll hang on to this.
Never know when I'll need it.

For another job.

Well, next time I'm your wife,
I prefer an Asscher-cut diamond.

Good to know.

Well, I guess
the honeymoon's over.

I'm, uh-- I'm gonna
go to the tailor.

Maybe he can turn my ripped gown
into a mini-dress.

I'm gonna check in
with Sam and Jesse
about the Tavian situation.

Happy hunting.

Maybe later, when you're done,
we could do
a little reconnecting.

Agent Pearce?

Make yourself at home.

Sorry.
I let myself in.

But I've got something
that couldn't wait.

[ Sighs ]

I think I have a break
in Max's murder case.

Since you worked
so hard on this, I thought you
should be the first to know.

- You made it through
all the files I gave you?
- Not yet.

Remember a few weeks ago,
I said we couldn't find anything
on the traffic cams?

Our killer was smart enough
to avoid all of them,

which means
at some point,

he'd have to
turn down... here.

Now, Third Street has a law firm
with security cameras
on the entrance...

and lots of glass walls,

which means you can see
the passing cars.

I pulled the footage
from after Max was shot.

Image wasn't great,
but N.S.A. helped me
clean it up.

Check it out.

[ Beeping ]

I can explain.
The man who killed Max--

It was you.

You lied to me.

You were there.
You killed him!

No, Pearce. No.

I was framed, and I knew I would
go down for this if I didn't
find the guy who did it.

Now, I couldn't trust you
back then.

- [ Scoffs ]
- Listen to me. I found him.

Stop lying.

He's Romanian.
His name is Tavian.

Sam and Jesse are
tracking him right now.

Just let me make
one phone ca--

- Don't even think about it.
- You are making a mistake!

My mistake was trusting you.

Let's go. Now!