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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.

Mr. Westen, we're aware
of your past affiliation...

with a rogue network
of burned spies.

To the best of your knowledge,
does any trace of that network
still exist?

No.

All of that's over now.

Who the hell are you?
I'm the one who watched you...

tear down every last shred
of the organization
that burned you--

the organization
I spent half my life building.

I framed you, and now
I'm framing your girlfriend
for murder.

I own you.

I don't want you
doing anything
for that man.

[ Michael ] I don't have
a choice, Fi, unless we find
some leverage of our own.

Michael, listen to me.
There's no moves left
on the chess board.

I know you.

About five years ago,
I filled in as a substitute
for Madeline's therapist.

She didn't know
who she was talking to.

It's your father
you should be upset with.

Things that man gave us
before he passed away--

Anson's using that dish
to talk to someone.

So Anson was calling here?

[ Michael ]
Wait a second. Is that--

[ Fiona ]
Benny. As in
your mother's boyfriend, Benny.

Ma, you don't have
to do this.

I don't care how long it takes.
I wanna know
if it was all a lie.

[ Anson ]
Did you get the package
I sent you?

[ Benny ]
Yeah, I got the package.
Package?

[ Beeping ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a spy is killed
in the field,

it's often hardest on the people
they were spying on.

It's about Benny.
Anson is using him to spy on us.

Mourning the death of someone
you thought you knew...

is complicated enough
when the spy was a trusted
colleague or friend.

I thought
he had feelings for me.

But it's even more difficult
when they were someone
you loved.

Oh.

- Hi, Mom.
- [ Door Closes ]

I'm sorry I didn't make it
to the funeral.

How you holding up?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I feel like
I should be glad that...

the man who was spying on me
is gone.

But I don't.

It felt like
he knew me in a way
that no one else did.

We liked the same songs,

and he'd take me places
I'd always wanted to go, and--

I know it sounds crazy,
but I honestly thought...

that we were made
for each other.
[ Chuckles ]

Benny knew you,
but not because
he was your soul mate.

[ Sniffles ]

What are you talking about?

Six years ago,
your therapist
went on sabbatical.

What-What does that
have to do with Benny?

Your substitute therapist
was Anson Fullerton.

He arranged sessions
with you...

so he could find out
background information on me.

He was preparing to burn me.
He hired Benny.

He gave him all the information
he would need...

to make sure
that you two hit it off,

all so that he could
keep tabs on me.

How long have you known
about this?

Ever since I met Anson.

And you said nothing?

I didn't want you to get hurt.

Get out.

You had no right
to keep that from me!

Get the hell out
of my house.

Get out!

[ Jesse ]
Finger on the housing,
not the trigger, Fi.

Anson had no problem
killing Madeline's
boyfriend.

Who's to say
he'll stop there?

Look, trust me,
I wouldn't put
anything past the guy,

but I don't think
he wants to break
his new toy just yet.

He still has plans for Mike,

so can we please focus
on keeping your boyfriend safe?

Here he comes now.

[ Over Radio ]
Hello, Michael.

I know it's been a big week,

but rest assured,
nothing's changed between us.

You sent a man
to spy on my mother,

and when I found out,
you had him killed.

I think things have changed.
I killed him?

Michael. Come on.

You knew Benny was dead
the minute you tried
to use him against me.

You want to pretend
that's not true, go ahead,
but...

don't blame me.

What do you want?
My money.

Your little investigation
into me...

got a certain
Cayman Islands account
flagged by U.S. intelligence.

It's too risky
to wire the money,

so I need somebody
to go there in person.

I can't fly to the Caymans.
C.I.A. tracks my travel.

Well, that's what friends
are for.

They're here somewhere, right?

Nestled in some
little sniper perch
with a clear view of us?

If they're willing
to shoot me for you,

I imagine
they'll fly to the Caribbean
and blackmail a banker.

The job shouldn't be too hard.
I tend to work with people
who are easy to manipulate.

So check out the skeletons
in this guy's closet,

and call me
when my money's stateside.

I won't be told
what to do forever.

I need to know this ends.

You're done by the end
of the month, Michael.

I promise.

In the meantime, remember,
actions have consequences.

Just ask your mother.

Hey, guys.

Mike, you okay?

Hey, your mom's
a tough lady.
She's gonna be fine.

So listen, I've been
checking into...

this Cayman Islands business
that Anson wants us to do.

I think I got an angle
we can use.

I made some calls.
[ Fiona ] You know we
can't go to the cops, Sam,

unless you want Anson
to drop a ton of bricks
directly on my head.

I'm not talking
about the cops.

I'm talking about
going to the F.B.I.--

high enough
so we can sort out
your blackmail problem.

I'm gonna have to call in
a lot of favors--

But it's probably
the only play we have.

But we still have
to go get Anson's money.

Fi, do you think
you could convince Jesse...

to back you up on a trip
to the Cayman Islands?

Sure.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The Cayman Islands are home
to only 60,000 people,

but thanks to lenient tax laws,

it's the fifth-largest
financial center in the world.

But it's not banking
like most people are used to.

Bank locations tend
to not offer services...

like online bill pay,
drive-through teller windows
or even A.T.M.'s.

What they lack
in modern conveniences,

they make up for
in guaranteeing their clients
complete security and anonymity.

Whether you're
a Wall Street executive
looking for a tax shelter...

or an international criminal
hiding a small fortune,

it's nearly impossible
for government agencies
to access your information...

when your bank of choice
is nothing more...

than a number in a phone book,
a sign on a window...

and a sleazy banker
with very white teeth.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Jesse ]
You read Anson's file
on this dude?

He hides money for everyone--
terrorist groups,
arms traffickers, warlords.

[ Fiona ]
I feel like I need a shower
just looking at him.

Let's get this over with.
Fi. Fi, whoa.

We're trying to get this guy
to transfer a couple
hundred million off the books.

Do you think the move
is to just blackmail him
in the street?

Of course not.

I'm just gonna invite him
to lunch.

Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Anders, a moment?

Banking hours are over.

Sir, I promise this
will be worth your while.

We heard you're the best.
My wife's father's dying.

That's very sad.
I have a meeting.

Mr. Anders!
Yes?

We did not charter a private jet
from the Hamptons
to waste your time.

Listen, we have a very,
very large sum of money...

that we need to move
before her old man
kicks the bucket...

and his company's board
checks the books.

We're talking
a $200 million estate.
Now if you're not interested--

[ Laughing ]
No. No.

I apologize for
being brusque. I--

I don't get many
walk-in clients.

Oh, that's understandable.

Let's start over.
How about we take you
to lunch tomorrow?

How does 1:00 p.m. sound?

Excellent. Meet me here.

Bring your account information.
I'll look it over.

I'll take care of any funds
you wish to deposit.

Okay? See you tomorrow.

Okay. Now Sam's
got to do his part.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you
want to catch a well-placed
and well-protected spy,

you can't
just call local police.

That kind of investigation
takes high-level resources...

and an even higher level
of operational secrecy--

which means you have to start
with someone connected
to the very top.

A meeting
with the deputy director, huh?

Big favor, Axe.

I guess that explains
why you bought me an $18 scotch.

Come on.
It's a couple of calls.

You got friends
in the D.C. office.
And I'd like to keep them.

Look, my friends
are in a tight spot.
Spare me the details, all right?

I'll set it up, but I don't want
to get any more involved
than I have to.

Fair enough.
Thanks, Harris.

And if this thing
blows back on me,

there won't be
enough scotch in the world
to keep me off your ass.

Loud and clear.

Excuse me, Sam.
There's a young woman
asking for you.

I told her she'd have to wait
until your meeting was over.

¡Barbilla!

Beatriz?
[ Laughs ]

Wow! Is it great
to see you!

What's it been, like five years?
What are you doing here?

Looking for you.
I've been all over the city,
and nobody knew where you lived.

Well, you found me.
Sit down.

So, what brings you
to Miami?

You come all the way from
Bogotá for a social visit?
I came because I need your help.

Okay, we'll get some dinner,
you can fill me in,
we'll catch up on old times.

Sam, this is serious.

Someone's trying to kill me.

[ Sam ]
Okay, so,
you wrote all these?

For the
newspaper, yes.

And you think something in
one of these articles made
someone want to kill you?

Not think. I know it!

Okay,
but this is in Russian.

Since when
do you speak Russian?

[ Speaking Russian ]

Okay.

So, what do you want me
to do, exactly?

You know people
with the government.
You can call them.

And say what?

You know,
"Here's 50 pages of research,

a bunch of articles
on Colombian/Russian
oil contracts"?

It's complicated stuff.

Complicated?

This is simple.

I print this,
and the next day
they try to shoot me.

I got a call...

from a man
I didn't know.

I was busy,
so I told my assistant
to take the call.

She was there,
at my desk,

when the bullet
came through the window.

Now she's in the hospital,
on life support.

Christ, kid.

Yeah, sounds like
somebody set you up for sure.

Do you know who this guy is,
the guy who's after you?

You got nothing?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.
I-I didn't know
who else to ask.

It's okay.
You came to the right place.
We'll sort this out.

First thing
we got to do is find out
who this son of a bitch is.

Chances are he's still trying
to track you down.

Okay, get your stuff.

Let's get you someplace safe,
hopefully someplace that doesn't
smell like wet socks.

Something's wrong.

Gun! Move!

Looks like the bastard
who's been after you
followed you to Miami.

We got to get to that car.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Beatriz Gasps ]

- We're not gonna make it!
- Mira.

[ Michael Narrating ] Surviving
an enemy sniper attack is
about finding adequate cover...

while being able
to stay mobile enough...

to escape a shooter's
pre-scouted kill zone.

Pulling the shifter linkage
of a parked car into neutral...

and using it
as a rolling barricade
allows you to do both.

Stay behind the car.
Okay? Ready?
Push, push, push!

As long
as you can get it moving.

He's reloading. Let's move!

Okay, let's go.

You okay? You hit?
I'm fine.

- [ Beatriz ]
Go! Go!
- [ Tires Squealing ]

So, Mike, what you think?
You know these Eastern Bloc
types better than me.

It's been a long time,
and I didn't know any operatives
who worked in Latin America.

You know, you blew
the whistle on a lot
of powerful people.

Any one of them
can be after you.

You sure you have no idea?

I already told you.

I don't know.

We know the guy was trained,
and the hardware
he was using was serious.

Probably Russian F.S.B.,
but that doesn't
narrow it down much.

Mike, uh,
this may sound crazy,

but we know a shrink
whose job it is to profile
and identify agents like this.

You want to bring Anson
in on this?

We got to find this guy
before he takes another shot.

Anson's our best bet
at I.D.'ing him.

Anson's killed
at least four people
since we met him.

Are you sure you want
to ask him for help?

Mike, I don't like this either,
but the kid means a lot to me,
okay?

She saved my life more than once
when I was down in Colombia.

So if she comes to me for help,
I'm damn well gonna do it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy,
you get used to the idea...

that you sometimes have
to ask your enemies for help.

It's not an easy thing to do,
but unfortunately
the best information...

is often in the hands
of the worst people.

So, you want me to help you
find a Russian spy?

Michael, I think you're
confused about the nature
of our relationship.

You work for me.
And I've done what you've asked.

Now I'm asking for something
in return.

What you get in return is
your girlfriend's freedom.

Now don't call me again
until you have my money.

Before you go,
I want you to think
about something.

You've seen my psych profile.

I helped write
your psych profile.

Good. Then you know
that if my friends
are in danger-- real danger--

I will help them,
whatever the risks.

What's the point?

My point is I'm no good to you
dead or in jail.

So you help me,
and it's a lot more likely...

I will stay healthy,
free and useful to you.

Fine. I'll help.

But here's what
it's gonna cost you.

I get to come along and
watch you work, every step.

Deal.

I'll be in touch.

And tell Fi and Jesse
my bank account
is still empty.

I must apologize again
for before.

People don't always
understand the, uh,

high-dollar-amount,
discreet financial service
we arrange.

I assure you we understand
exactly what you do.

Well, let's get right to it,
then, shall we?

How can I help you?

Well, here's the deal, George.

There's been
a bit of a change of plans.

We don't need you
to make a deposit.

We need you to make a withdrawal
from this account.

It's impossible.
This is a flagged account.

They'll know the moment
the money's touched.

Now, unless there's
something else, I'd say
this meeting's over.

Well, there is something else.

Take a look at this.

These are my confidential
client accounts.

- How on earth
did you get this?
- Doesn't matter how we got it.

All that matters
is what we can do with it.

You really think
I'm gonna sit here
and let this happen?

- Let you blackmail me?
- Um, yeah.

It's actually pretty simple,
George.

If you don't get us the money
that we're asking for,

well, all these
dangerous clients of yours...

are gonna find out
that you haven't been
so discreet after all.

Sharing their financial info
would be quite a deal breaker.

My clients know
that I would never--

Okay, who should we call first,
the drug dealers
or the terrorists?

- Druggies are closer.
- That's true. That's true.

But the terrorists are a little
quicker on the trigger,
don't you think?

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, what's the country code
for Algeria?

- George, do you know--
- Okay, okay. Look, fine.

I'll get the money.
Meet me at the, uh,
old church grounds.

St. Anthony's.
Tomorrow at noon.

[ Fiona ]
Thank you, George.

I would insist
that you stay for lunch,

but you have work to do.
Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

There you are, Michael.
I must admit,

I'm warming
to the notion of you
coming to me for help.

I think
it'll be good for us.

You said you had something
on who's after Beatriz.

I went back to the office
and worked up a profile,

uh, based on involvement
in the oil industry,

assignments into Colombia
and, of course,
skill with a sniper rifle.

Any good candidates?

Beatriz's article referenced
a man named Oscar Aguirre.

Real name, Oscar Markov.

He wasn't supposed to be
at that energy conference.

She outed a spy.
And now that
his cover's blown,

his number-one priority
is to silence
his pretty little publicist.

Question is,
what will his next move be?

The F.S.B. likes to
plant spies in big corporations
on foreign soil.

He'd be looking to reconnect.
Exactly.

So I went a step further
and located
Russian intelligence's...

favorite corporate headquarters
here in Miami.

And?

The information's
not free.

You already agreed to help.

I agreed to I.D. Oscar.
Job done.

You want to know where he is,
I want unfettered access
to that brain of yours.

I get to ask the questions,
and you have to answer them.

I don't have time
to play these games.

No, you don't,
but I do.

Fine.

Ask me whatever you'd like,
but just tell me where he is.

Oscar made an appointment
at Dyban Industries.

It's a Russian energy firm
on Miami Beach.

Probably
on his way there now.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Chattering ]
[ Card Reader Beeps ]

Well, where do you start?

[ Michael ]
Her-- The blonde
at the front desk.

She sees everyone
that comes and goes
through this lobby,

and she won't have
the clearances to know
who's working with the F.S.B.

If we play it right,
she can give us full access
to the building.

Let me ask you something.

What do you think happens to her
after you talk your way in?

This job is probably
all that she has.

How do you justify that
to yourself?

Unfettered access, remember?

Better she finds a new job
than Sam buries a friend.

Hello.

Hi.

Good afternoon.
How can I help you?

Uh, I have a meeting
with Oscar Markov.

My name is Dmitri Malkin.

I believe I'm in the computer.
Okay. Let me check.

Irina--
That's a beautiful name.
[ Typing ]

Uh, thank you.

Wasn't the youngest
in Chekhov's Three Sisters
named Irina?

Yes. Uh, actually,
my father ran a theater
in Moscow,

and he named me for her.
Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr. Malkin.
Your friend signed in
20 minutes ago.

He went to Suite 120,
but your name,
it's not coming up.

You know what?
This is my mistake.

Could you let him use
one of those temporary passes
to just go back...

while you and I sort this out?

Thank you, Irina.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Hi. Can I help you?

Uh, yes. I have
a meeting in Room 120
with that man right there.

You can wait for him
in the lobby. He'll see you
when we're finished.

Maybe I wasn't clear.
I need to speak to him
right now.

You see, we're in
the middle of a negotiation.
Drop it, Mr. Westen.

I'm with Russian intelligence.

You don't think
my employers briefed me
on the burned spy in Miami?

I will shoot you.
Go away.

Your man in there
is out of control.
He's shooting at civilians.

Yeah, well, he is
F.S.B.'s problem, not yours.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

See what you did?

I don't have time
to deal with you.

Got a big enough mess
on my hands already.

- I can help you.
- You can help? No.

His car
was right outside.
He's gone.

Too late, isn't it?

You're Oscar's handler
in Miami.

He's your responsibility.
Think about it.

What happens to you
if I find him first?

If you find him
and Oscar doesn't kill you,

I'll get someone else
to finish the job.

Get this C.I.A. trash
out of my sight.

[ Beeps ]
Okay, guys,
here's what I got.

Talked to my cop buddy
down at the precinct.

He's pulling the information
from the traffic cameras
around the Russian energy firm.

He's gonna send me
a screen grab any minute now
of the car Oscar got away in.

Oh, and my beers
are off limits.

I don't think beverages were
part of your little deal
with Mike.

[ Scoffs ]

Is finding Oscar
still the best idea?

He's running from you.
He's running
from his own people.

Why not just let him run?

Beatriz doesn't go home
until she's safe.

That means
taking Oscar down.

[ Sam ]
Yeah, uh, sorry to interrupt
your psychotherapy.

Mike,
I just got the footage.

Looks like Oscar's
driving a red Ford.

License plate starts
with, um, "B"?

- Is that an eight or a three?
- Unbelievable.

Course, when it comes
to giving me a traffic ticket,
they work perfectly.

So, how does Michael Westen
deal with a dead end?

This isn't
a social experiment,
you son of a bitch.

We're talking
about Beatriz here.
I know what the stakes are, Sam.

And I also know
that my deal means that
I get my questions answered.

So?

Oscar found Beatriz once.

If we figure out
how he tracked her down,

we can use that
to lure him out.

I don't know
how useful she'll be.

She talked to the hospital.

Her coworker,
the one that Oscar shot?

She died this morning.

Bea's pretty broken up.

I'm sorry about your friend.

It's my fault.

She's dead
because of what I did.

Oscar made the choice
to shoot your friend.
He's to blame, not you.

Tell that to her little sister.

Listen, the only way
we're gonna make this right
is if we find him.

Now other than Sam,
was there anyone else
who knew you were in Miami?

I e-mailed a friend
at the Miami consulate.

She helped me with travel,
motel and everything.

That's how Oscar
found you.

And if we're gonna trap him,
he needs to think
he's found you again.

I need you
to e-mail your friend
at the consulate.

Set up a meeting there
for later today.

Okay. And then?

And then I go
to the consulate
and I take care of Oscar.

Sam knows a lot
of good places to stay low.

He's gonna take you
far away from here.

You'll be safe until it's over.

[ Fiona ]
There's George.
Right on time.

[ Jesse ]
Oh, and he's packing.

He just brushed his waistband,
checking his gun.

He probably decided
it was easier to kill us...

than to get the money
out of Anson's account.

Well, for a money guy,
he's not good
at calculating risk.

What do you think?
I zig, you zag?

We surround him
before he pees himself?

[ Chuckles ]
Sounds good.

[ Fiona ]
George. Good to see you.

[ Groans ]

[ Fiona ]
Oh! George.

I thought we were friends.

I'm beginning
to think he didn't hold up
his end of the deal.

Look, please. I-I tried,
but I can't transfer the money.

All right?
It's not just tracked.

It's flagged
10 different ways by agencies
I never even knew existed.

We'll make sure
they can't find you.

I think it's time
George retired
from the dirty-banking business.

Ooh, I think so too.
You know what, George?
You had a good run.

Here's the deal.
You're gonna get the cash,
we're gonna help you vanish.

I would get some money
for yourself too.
It'll help you lay low.

I'm sure the bad guys
you're in bed with
have some spare change...

they can donate
to the cause.

Rip off my clients?
You're crazy.

They'd hunt me down.
They'd kill me!

Probably best if they think
he's already dead.

- I like it.
- I-I don't like it!

You don't get a vote,
big guy.

You just get us that money.

We'll give you an hour.
I suggest you get moving.

I took the money from your
account, and I deposited it
into a clean one.

[ Beeps ]
And... there we go.

Anson is officially
many, many digits richer.

He's not the only one.
Exactly how much did you steal
from your clients?

As much as I could carry.

Good. It's gonna
have to last you a lifetime.

Only way you stay alive
is if you play dead
till the day you die, my man.

We stopped at a blood bank
and made a withdrawal
of our own.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Faking someone's death is all
about getting the details right.

The human body contains
five liters of blood.

Finding half that amount
spilled across the seat
of an abandoned car...

is enough to lead
any crime scene investigator
to draw the obvious conclusion.

Hope you're not afraid
of needles, George.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Don't be squeamish.

We just need to leave
a little of your DNA behind.

[ Groans ]
Answering
the remaining questions...

of where the body went
and how the victim
was injured...

is as simple
as a blood trail run cold,

destroying any DNA
that doesn't match the victim...

and lots and lots of bullets.

All right, there's a change
of clothes in the bag,

and a boat
waiting in the marina
at the end of the road.

That's great,
but can I get a ride?

No ghosts in the rental.

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Have a nice death.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Hello?

Michael Westen.
This is Ivan Baskov.

Ivan, do you keep a lot
of C.I.A. trash on speed dial,
or am I just special?

I've been ordered to make
finding Oscar a top priority.

If my agents see you
getting in the way,

they shoot on sight.

Is that clear enough
for you, Michael?

Consider this your last warning.

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

What are you doing here?

I'm replacing the fuel injector
of an old truck.

Just came by for some supplies.

- Mom, I was trying
to protect you.
- Oh, just stop.

I think I've proven
that I can take anything
your life throws at me.

What I can't take
is your keeping things
from me.

Mom--
I'm not finished.

Your life affects all of us.

It affects Sam.
It affects Fiona.

Only I'm the only one
who's left in the dark.

Mom, I'm sorry
I didn't tell you.

Anson was using anything
he could against me--

Fi, you.

And he mentioned Dad.

What about your dad?

It doesn't matter.

I don't want to know.
I don't need to know.

Michael, I'm not
trying to tell you
how to run your life.

You're a big boy.

But it's the things
you don't know
that can hurt you.

You see anything?

Not yet, but from this
vantage point, Oscar's car
won't be hard to spot.

So we have some time.

I'm curious about something.

Why this deep attachment
to the people you help?

What are you talking about?

Well, here you are with me,
someone you despise,

about to do something
exceedingly dangerous...

for someone you met yesterday.

Why?
[ Sighs ]
Why do you care?

You don't think
I want to understand the man
who destroyed my life's work?

I want to know
why you do what you do.

Sometimes good people
are handed bad situations.

It's not their fault.

You're motivated by something
as generic as injustice?

Honestly?
Honestly, we're gonna have
to get into it another time.

That's Oscar's car,
right on schedule.

Time to end this.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you want to incapacitate
an enemy's moving car,

the first thing you need
is a bigger vehicle.

A utility truck
gives you enough horsepower...

to keep you
from getting left in the dust...

and a full-size metal bumper
that can take a pounding.

The trick is getting close
enough to your target...

to precisely time an accident
that keeps innocent bystanders
out of harm's way...

and surprises your enemy
with a hard impact
to force them out of control.

[ Tires Screeching ]

And if their wheels
aren't touching the ground,

they'll have no way to escape.

Hands! Hands up!

- Show me your hands!
- [ Man ]
Don't shoot, please!

Put your hands up!

I can't!
They're tied to the wheel.

This guy
put a gun at my head...

and said I had to drive
to some building downtown,
I swear.

- You gotta help me.
- Sorry, but you're gonna
have to sit tight.

I have bigger problems
right now.

I know I'm new to field work,
but something tells me
that's not Oscar...

and this isn't how the
plan was supposed to go,

and that this is a perfect place
for an ambush.

If this was an ambush,
we'd be dead already.

No, Oscar's trying
to keep us busy.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Hey, Mike, what's up?
You nab that guy?

- Sam, Oscar knows
where you are.
- What? How?

Beatriz called the hospital
with your phone.

He must have put a tap
on the other end.
That was hours ago.

He could be here already.

- Is Oscar here?
- Get down!

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ]

Oh, crap!

We need
to get out of here.
No, no, no.

You stay still.
We got to stop the bleeding.

Press that against there.

Sam? Sam, you all right?
What's going on?

Beatriz took some shrapnel.

We got to think of something,
'cause we're sitting ducks here.

- I don't know how long
we're gonna last.
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

All right, stay behind this vest
and keep the pressure
on that bleeding.

[ Michael ]
Sam, hold on.
I'm on my way.

What now, Michael?

Riding to Beatriz
and Sam's rescue?

What's the thought process
behind that?

I'm done playing your games,
Anson.

My games make more sense
than charging off half-cocked.

I have to do something.
Even if it makes no sense?

Sam's a good enough soldier
to hold him off
for a half an hour,

but you'll never get there
before Oscar finishes the job.

You want to rip me apart
right now? Go ahead.
It just proves I'm right.

You have
all the answers, huh?

Well, let's hear it.
You tell me what to do, because
we're running out of time.

I don't have the right answer,
just the right question.

Why do you think Oscar
managed to outwit you here?

Because he's a sociopath
like you.

He likes killing
innocent people.

Wrong.

[ Panting ]
This is a waste of time.

If you want
to save your friends,
you have to dig deeper.

Where'd it all start?
Why did 17-year-old Michael
join the army?

[ Laughing ]

To get away from my dad.
Is that what you want
to hear, Anson?

No, no, no.

There's a reason you have to be
everybody's white knight,
Michael.

You left because you thought
if you saved the world,
you'd be safe at home,

and that's what Oscar needs
right now.

He needs to feel safe.

Give him what he wants,
Michael.

If you were him,
what would you do?

What would
make you call off the hunt?

What does he want?

He wants his life back.

And who can give it to him?

His handler.
We need to go see Ivan.

Call the police.

Too far away,
and Oscar knows it.

I'm gonna try
and carve a way out
of this death trap.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

I thought I told you
to stay out of my way.

That includes coming
to my offices uninvited.

Listen, your Oscar problem
is about to turn into
a double murder on U.S. soil.

You need to call off
your dog right now.

Oscar is off his leash.
Nothing I can do.

Unless you want to tell me
where he is.

He will be gone
when you get there.
My friends will be dead.

- That's a pity.
- It will be,

because I'll have
every U.S. agency crawling
all over this office,

and they'll be coming
directly after you.

Fine.
What do you want from me?

I want you to put an end
to this.

You call him, you tell him
his target, Beatriz Pendas,
works for you.

She's a Russian operative
running an off-the-books mission
for you.

[ Scoffs ]

Oh, that's easy to say.

I want him
off the streets too,

but Oscar knows
if he meets me again,
he gets shipped to Siberia.

He's not coming
back in willingly.

He will if you convince him
he's worth saving.

Oscar just wants to go home.

He wants to know that
his sacrifices meant something.

He wants someone to tell him...

that the nightmares that he sees
when he closes his eyes...

help other people sleep better
at night.

He just wants the world
to make sense again.

And if he does come in,
what then?

I think you have the answer
to that in your right hand.

I don't like
your friend here.

Neither do I.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Okay, your escape hatch
is ready.

My escape?
You have to come too!

[ Gunshot ]

I got to go out the front
to distract Oscar
so you can get off the beach.

Otherwise, you're gonna be
in the open too long.

That's crazy!
Oscar will kill you!

He's after you, not me.
Don't lie to me!

Don't you sass me now,
okay?

You're going out this way.
I'm going out the front.

This is not open for a debate.

When you write about this
back home, make sure
you spell my name right.

Hey!

Don't shoot!

It's all set.

[ Beatriz ]
So it's over?

It should be.
The Russians will deal
with Oscar.

And since they claimed you as
one of their agents, you won't
have to worry about them.

You should know though,
if you keep reporting
on the Russian oil thing,

your problems will come back.

I'll think about it.

See you back at the loft,
Mike.

I'm gonna try and convince
the doctor to take
the crazy parts out of her.

I trust the young woman
is gonna make a full recovery?

Listen, Anson--

No need to thank me.
I wasn't going to thank you.

You know, I must admit,
it was refreshing...

to see you be honest
with yourself for a change.

I think
we've had a real breakthrough.

We still have some issues
to work out.

One step at a time.

You know, Michael,
you shouldn't be so hard
on your old man.

He made you what you are,

and he wasn't quite
the poisonous leech...

you make him out to be.

Really?

And what makes you
such an expert?

I knew Frank.
Pretty well, actually.

You'd been on our radar
for a while,

and he was such a great tap
for information.

More of a talker than your mom.
Of course, the whiskey helped.

I could get him
to go on for hours...

about how you protected your mom
and little Nate,

the things you said.

It's hard to watch
a grown man cry.

Are you trying
to make me feel sorry for him?

You should feel sorry
that he never got the chance
to apologize.

He wanted to.

But we had to move fast.

We--

W-What?

Move fast?

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree, Michael.

After a while,
the old man got suspicious
about my interest in you.

He didn't know who I was
or the effect I had on you,
but he...

had started snooping
in places that he shouldn't,

and a heart attack
had to be arranged.

You killed him.

Ironic, really.
All those years, how many times
did you wish he were dead,

and... we did it for you.

[ Whispering ]
You're welcome, Michael.

[ Sighs ]
Anything from Sam yet?

Michael, are you sure
you're okay?

You have been in a daze
all morning.

I'm fine. I'm just--

Working with Anson was draining.

Don't let him get to you.

He's just trying
to tie you in knots.

It doesn't matter.

Sam called in
every F.B.I. favor to
meet with the deputy director.

With any luck,
he's solving our Anson problem
right now.

Well, let's hope
he brought plenty
of his trademark charm.

I don't care for it,
but some people
seem to enjoy it.

[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]
Sam, how'd it go?

It didn't.
It got canceled.

- And now I'm being investigated
as a possible Russian agent.
- What?

When Ivan filed his report
claiming Beatriz
was a Russian agent,

someone must have convinced him
to include you too.

Yeah, take a wild guess
who did the convincing.

His name rhymes
with Charles Manson.

I'll call you back.

[ Beeps ]

Your friend left you a note.

"It was great
working with you.

Your need to help Beatriz
provided a great opportunity
to neutralize Sam,

and we finally
got to talk about Daddy.

Drinks are on me."

Anson got there first.

We just delivered a couple
hundred million dollars
to a very dangerous man.

I should disappear.

You'll be able
to bring Anson down.

And you'd keep running
for the rest of your life.

Not after all this.
I am not losing you, Fi.

What do we do?

I don't know.