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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.

You were there
in the beginning?

It was a dazzling idea.

Use burned spies
to carry out ops...

that legitimate
intelligence agencies
wouldn't touch.

And them came
Michael Westen.

Unless you're willing to see
your girlfriend go to prison
for the rest of her life,

you will do exactly
what I say.

He'll keep forcing you
to do his bidding.
There is no end to this.

[ Michael ] Our only chance
is to find out what Anson
is planning and stop him.

We finally got something
on Anson I think we can use.

Barry tracked Anson's money
to a corrupt law firm.

[ Michael ]
Here's the deal, Vaughn.

You agree to help me,

and I'll get the C.I.A.
to make your miserable life
a little less miserable.

Those numbers-- They're
linked to real things.
What real things?

Anson isn't retiring.
He's rebuilding.

That organization that
burned you-- he's bringing
that back on line.

Well, you put it all together,
it makes sense.

Anson picks up the pieces
of the old organization--

everything the C.I.A.
didn't find--

and he's got himself
an instant recipe for mayhem.

I know what will happen to me
if we get in his way.

We can't let him do this.
I'm gonna confront him
with it today.

Today?
[ Sighs ]

Mike, I'm still going
through these files.

I mean, I swear, this guy
has got angles like no one
I've ever seen.

Just when you think
you got a handle on him,
he just slips away.

That's why we can't
wait any longer.

What, are you just
gonna go by his office?

You know,
the D.I.A. security's
pretty tight.

Sam, I'm doing
whatever it takes.

I'm not gonna let a couple
of security guards stop me.

You're not doing this alone.
I'm going with you.

You can back me up
with a sniper rifle
from across the street.

No. I'm not just there to
make sure you don't get shot.

If Anson doesn't back off
his plans, I'm gonna end this--
blackmail or no blackmail.

Understood?

[ Fiona ]
I'm all set, Michael.

- Where are you?
- [ On Headset ] Top floor
of the parking garage.

See me?
There you are.

You think you
can take that shot?

You just let him know
it's over and step aside.

He agrees
or he doesn't walk away.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In espionage,

you often deal with people
who are working undercover--

some legitimately,
because their identity
needs to remain a secret,

and some illegitimately, because
they're betraying the country
they've sworn to protect.

Either way,
they go to great lengths...

to keep their regular life
separate from their
covert lives,

keeping their secrets
far from view.

Which is why there's nothing
quite so unsettling...

as seeing one of those secrets
show up in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

- Hello, Anson.
- [ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Hello, Michael.

I know what you have planned.
I'm here to tell you
that it's over.

What is it
you think you know?

- Oh, I know.
- [ Groans ]

I know that you're trying
to rebuild the organization
that burned me!

That ends today!

You're in no position
to make threats, Michael.
I'm serious.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Glass Shatters ]

Believe me, I'm serious.

Michael, listen to me.

You're about to make
a very serious mistake.

Do not do this!
Not now!

Not when everything you
fought for is so close.

Michael, don't listen to him.

I am not letting you put
the pieces back together.

Pieces of what?

A covert organization
that does things you
happen to disagree with?

How's that any different
from the C.I.A.?

Or any one of the other acronyms
you work for, Michael?

It is entirely different.
You ruined my life!
Ruined your life?

I gave you a life,
Michael.

You were alone. You hadn't
talked to your family in years.

The love of your life was
lonely and abandoned in Ireland,

not sure if you
were dead or alive.

Look at what you have now.

You want to throw it all away?

Can you throw it all away?

Michael.

I didn't think so.

This is good,
this is healthy,

working all this out
for yourself.

So I tell you what.

We're gonna forget
this ever happened.

This isn't over.

It will be, Michael.
Very soon.

[ Car Door Closes ]
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

I thought you
were ready to end this!
I thought we agreed--

Fi, it's like
I told you before.

If you had pulled that trigger,
he would have won. You saw him.

He's afraid of me-- of us--
which means there's time.

- Time for what?
- Time to find another way.

That is just wishful thinking!
You are delaying the inevitable!

There is no happy ending!

Knock it off, both of you!

Just stop yelling
for a second, will you,
and listen.

I got something here
I think we can use.
Come on.

I was looking into this stuff
that Anson bought with his big
pile of money. Check it out.

- [ Fiona ]
What is it?
- Place up in Tampa.

Used to belong to
a private military company.

Guess what they kept in there--
weapons and explosives.

If that's where Anson
keeps the T4
he used to frame Fiona--

My thought exactly.
We could head up there
and check it out.

I can't.
I have to go meet Pearce.
She called with a C.I.A. job.

Fi and I can handle
going to Tampa.

Assuming you still want to
nail the bastard, right?

[ Sighs ]

Fine.

And, Mike, whatever job she's
given you, be careful, will you?

I don't want you
getting shot just before
we cross the finish line.

Have a seat.

Busy around here today.
Yes, it is.

Big job just came down
from Langley.

Do I get to know what it is?

Well, I guess you probably
should, considering
you'll be running it.

Congrats.

You're in charge of
an official C.I.A. team...

for the first time
since you got burned.

It's a tryout of sorts.

There's a general feeling you're
the best person for the job,

but no one wants to be
personally responsible
if you screw up.

It's progress.

A rendition op.
Who's the target?

Reed Perkins.

He freelances for hostile
governments in the Middle East,

finding assets
willing to spy on the U.S.

And we just learned
he's coming to sunny Miami for
a security policy conference.

Travels pretty heavy?
Make that very heavy.

Brass doesn't want us
grabbing him at the hotel--

too many international bigwigs,
too much security.

The plan is to grab him
on the way from his plane
to the conference.

As for the details--
Well, you're the expert.

So when do I get to meet
my new official C.I.A. team?

How does... now sound?

They're at the firing range
downstairs.

Thank you for this.
Just don't let me down.

[ Beeps ]

I'd like you to meet
Michael Westen. Michael,
this is Nick Carnahan,

on loan from
the First Special Forces
Operational Detachment Delta.

- It's nice to meet you, sir.
- Thanks.

And this is Rebecca Lang
and Ryan Pewterbaugh with
the C.I.A.'s field division.

It's a pleasure.
I'm looking forward
to working with you.

Good to meet you.

I ran stateside support
for some of your operations
in the '90s.

Heard about
your burn notice.
It's a raw deal.

It's good to have you
back on the team.

Well, I'd like to
remind everyone...

that we've got less than
24 hours to plan this operation.

I suggest you get busy.

[ Michael Narrating ] Abandoned
facilities are often used to
cover up covert activity.

Set up in a crumbling building
covered in graffiti
and no one takes much notice.

There are ways of figuring out
if a facility is truly
abandoned, however,

like the power draw.

If a building's
using electricity,
chances are someone's home.

All right.
I think we got something here.

Check this out.

So my readings from
the transformer are in blue.

The info from the local power
company's in black.

Yeah, I don't do charts.

Look, the point,
Miss No-Attention-Span,

is that there's a spike
every a.m. and then another
one around lunch.

It's probably a microwave,
so I think Anson's got someone
fricking living there.

Well, that would account for
the new keypad on the door.

Sam, that someone might
know what Anson's up to.

Yeah, but come on, Fi. You see
the steel doors? That place
is pretty well defended.

Yeah, well,
it's worth the risk.

It's not just me. Michael's
on the edge of something
very, very bad. You know it.

Fine. We'll sneak in there,
have a little chat.

But no explosives, okay?
'Cause if that place is
storing R.D.X., forget it.

I don't just blow things up.
I do have other skills.

We're gonna need a truck.
A big rig.
A truck?

How am I supposed to find
a big rig in Tampa?
I don't know.

Call one of your
many friends. Steal it.
I can't do everything, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a heavily populated
and high-traffic environment,

a covert op has to leave
a small footprint...

and create as little
disturbance as possible.

An urban snatch-and-grab
with a small team
requires good intelligence.

That begins with identifying
and tracking the target.

It's not enough knowing
he'll be in town.

You need to know
when his flight arrives,
what vehicle he's driving--

every detail down to where
he's gonna make a left turn.

[ Pearce ]
All right, Reed's moving.
Stay sharp out there.

[ Pearce On Headset ]
So far so good, Michael.

Reed's on schedule
and satellite tracking
has him headed your way.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Once your target is tracked,

the next task
is to stop his vehicle.

In an urban environment,
this is usually done
with another vehicle...

in a precisely timed collision.

I got 50 bucks says I can bring
this guy's car to a complete
stop without my seat belt.

Yeah, I'll take
a piece of that action.

I'll give you 100 bucks
if you wear it.

- I don't want
anyone getting hurt.
- Copy that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Finally, you need
a team in place...

to go in
before the smoke clears...

and do the actual extraction.

Do it right, and you're
in and out before anyone
has time to fire a shot.

Rebecca.
Hmm?

You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm always
like this before an op.

I just want to move,
you know?

[ Michael On Headset ]
How many operations
have you done?

Checking my credentials, hmm?

You one of those guys
that doesn't like working
with women in the field?

If I couldn't
work with women,
I'd be dead right now.

Reed's headed our way.
It's a go.

- Wait's over. You ready?
- Let's do this.

- Ryan, he's all yours.
- I'm ready. I'm ready.

[ Michael Narrating ] With some
planning, you can stop a large
vehicle with a much smaller one.

Going now. Going now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's a matter of calculating
the physics involved...

and very precise timing.

[ Michael ]
Remember, Ryan, we're targeting
the rear driver's side door.

We need him alive
and unharmed.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Unfortunately, when timing
is that precise--

[ Nick ]
He's coming your way.

any obstacle whatsoever
can cause a very large problem.

[ Michael ]
Ryan! Ryan, on your left!
Check your left! Your left!

Bogey! Bogey! Bogey!

[ Tires Screeching ]

We got to get after him.
He's getting away.
Stop.

It's too late.
He's already gone.

[ Michael ]
Ryan? Ryan, do you copy?

Ryan, do you copy?
Ryan!

I'm okay.
They got away.
They got away.

So, Michael,
I just got off the phone
with the folks at Langley.

This isn't good.

Your first semi-official op with
the Agency seems to have turned
into a very official disaster.

This was supposed to be
the best team.

It wasn't the team's fault.

It was a panicky driver
and some bad luck.
It was an accident.

Well, accident or no, now Reed
Perkins gets to go shopping
for spies all weekend,

and we can't do
anything about it.

Reed doubled his security.
I think there's another way.

You said Reed met
his security detail when
he got off the plane, right?

Yes?

If his security
doesn't travel with him,
we can still do this.

What exactly
are you thinking?

Get someone on the plane
with him.

Grab him after his security team
leaves but before takeoff.

And how do you propose we get
someone on the plane with him?

Reed's looking for
an American source he can turn.

Let's give him one-- someone
that's valuable enough
to fly out of the country.

Reed leaves Monday.
Do you have that
someone in mind?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Getting the attention
of someone...

who recruits traitors
for a living is an art.

You can't exactly run around
a security conference yelling,

"I want to betray my country."

You have to be subtle.

Just make it known
you're desperate enough
to do something stupid...

and let the bad guy find you.

So, you're telling me
you have no positions.
You're not hiring.

We just--
I was at CIFA.
You know what CIFA is?

I know.

Son of a--

Uh, I've been to, like,
30 of these booths. Everyone's
telling me the same thing,

and I just can't believe that
no one in this conference--

[ Sighs ]
is hiring.

It's the economy.
It's bad.
Yeah.

The economy.
Yeah, that's what Uncle Sam
said when he laid me off.

I'm sorry.
I am.

There.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

I have been working it
up in here, Mike.

I've been complaining to pretty
much anyone who will listen.

People are giving me
free stuff from their booths
just to get me to go away.

I got a pen and a hat
and a really nice travel mug.

Any sign of Reed?

I'm getting looks, but
it's hard to tell who's who.

Well, keep at it.
It might take a while.

Remember, he needs to think
that you're important enough
to take out of the country.

Wait a minute.
I think I got something.

Yeah, I'll call you back.
[ Beeps ]

Well, you look like you
could use another drink.

[ Sighs ]
Always.

You don't have a little
name tag dealy-bob.

What, you, uh-- you're
not with the conference?

I am an unofficial visitor.
May I join you?

Knock yourself out, man.

Got to warn you.
If you're looking for a free
drink, I'm not the guy.

I am a little short on cash
at the moment.

Well, I'll buy the drinks.
Then you can definitely sit
your ass down. I'm Jesse Porter.

I, uh, take it that
you're looking for work?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, you could say that.

An associate of mine
overheard you
at the conference.

You were with the
Counterintelligence Field
Activity agency, right?

Yep, and now I'm not,
and I'll tell you why.

The government is
comprised of stupid idiots
who can't recognize talent.

I have a business
proposition for you,
Mr. Porter.

I am a man
who recognizes talent.

I'm listening.

I have a suite upstairs.
Let's talk in private.

Wow. This is nice, man.

What is this,
the presidential suite?

Yes, it is.
I find it best to discuss
business in comfort.

Yeah. Uh, about that.

If this is about one of your--
one of your bodyguard gigs,

I can tell you right now
that I'm not interested.

Of course not.

A man of your talent should be
doing something far more...
rewarding.

How, uh, rewarding
are we talking about?

I work with some very
well-financed individuals...

who are curious
about your country's
counterintelligence activity.

Selling secrets?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, I'm gonna--
I'm gonna have to give you
a "no" on that one.

I get the death penalty
if I get caught, so--
Thanks for your time.

You would be
well compensated for
your work, Mr. Porter.

How much would it take?

If I was to do this--
and I'm not saying that I am--

I'd want to do it some place
Uncle Sam isn't watching,
some place out of the country.

Fine.

I'll make the necessary
arrangements.

But I warn you.

If you're wasting my time,

there are things far worse
than the gas chamber.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to breaching a building
is getting inside quickly...

and dealing with the occupants
before they have time
to respond.

When you can't use explosives,
sometimes you have to get
creative.

If you can
find utility equipment
that is built into the wall,

you just need a couple thousand
foot-pounds of torque
to make yourself a door.

[ Engine Starts ]

Do it!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Hey!

- [ Shotgun Cocks ]
- Uh-uh.
Put that away.

Hey, sorry about the mess,
but, uh, we got to talk.

Crazy lady,
get it through your skull.
I don't know anything!

You're sitting on
enough explosives to
take out half of Tampa.

You didn't think to
ask a question or two?
Have you met that Anson guy?

I didn't have
much of a choice.

Well, you know, I assume
that has something to do...

with this warrant for
your arrest on sexual assault
charges-- three counts?

Fi. We may have
hit the jackpot here.
Check out this manifest.

R.D.X. explosives,
high-pressured,
armor-piercing rounds.

I mean, if this is
the same stuff that
Anson used to set you up,

we can stop him cold
right here.

Look, I don't know what you
think you're gonna do, okay,
but Anson's security is good.

The guy's
a class-A paranoid.

And once he figures out
that you're here--

We're not gonna let him
figure it out. We're taking you
and all this to the police.

No!
You're not, okay?
He was real clear.

If I ever take anything out of
this warehouse-- even so much
as a paper clip-- I'm dead.

- You're dead if we do.
- Okay, fine. We'll leave
the paper clips.

Listen, Jake, this is not
a job with a great future.

Just come with us to the cops.
We'll get you out from under.

All right. Yeah.
But no one sees me
walk out of this place.

Oh, stop worrying.
First of all,
we'll be protecting you.

Second of all,
you don't have a choice.

Okay, let's go.
You're sure it's all clear?

Yeah, I'm sure.
Come on. Move it.

[ Beeping ]
Damn thing's beeping.
Hold on.

[ Sam ]
Can you turn it off?
[ Beeping Continues ]

I got it.

[ Tapping Keys ]
[ Jake ]
Alarm is--

Jake?
Forget about it, buddy.

I think I'm smarter
than a keypad, jackass!

[ Sam ]
I think Anson is
tracking his stuff!

- Shut up!
- Jake, now! Run!

[ Jake ]
Let me work!

- [ Beeping Stops ]
- See?

Like I told you,
there's nothing to--
[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Grunts ]

I don't understand.
Why would Anson
kill his own guy?

I got to call Mike.

[ Phone Rings ]
Yeah, Sam?

Mike, bad news.
We found Anson's stash.
We had it in our hands,

but he had trackers
on everything.

He rigged the building
to a detonator.

Sam, I'm just about to meet with
Anson and you're telling me
I have nothing?

Less than nothing, actually.
I mean, you should have seen
what he rigged up, Mike.

It's just dumb luck
that me and Fi aren't dead.

I'm sorry, Mikey.
He's here.
I got to go.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, Michael.
Looks like you just
got some bad news.

Wouldn't happen to be about
a weapons facility up
near Tampa, would it?

I just got word myself.

It is unfortunate,
but it just goes to prove...

why this little project
I need you to do
is so necessary.

What are you talking about?

Well, as your friends
just demonstrated,

I can't rely on a network
of scrubs and losers
like Jake up in Tampa.

I need all-stars.
So, that elite C.I.A. team
you've been running,

they're gonna be my new
starting lineup...

because you're gonna
burn them for me.

You want me
to betray my own team?

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

You're just gonna make it
look like Pearce helped 'em
steal some money...

from this Reed fellow
you've been targeting.

You're just gonna plant
a chip in her computer
during the job.

It links her to various
shady bank accounts.

No, Anson. No.

I know. It sounds wrong,
but it's not so bad, ultimately.

If you do this,
you and Jesse walk away clean...

and Pearce and three people
you barely know
have to get new jobs.

If you don't do this,
Fiona goes to prison forever...

and dies in a cage.

Which is worse.
Right?

So shall we finish this?

It's smart, Michael.

It's very smart.

If I do what Anson's asking--
if I plant that memory card--

Pearce and the team
get burned.

And we just--
we just have to stand there?

Anson will ruin
all of their lives.

You of all people
can't let that happen.

And if I don't do it, you--
I can handle myself,
Michael.

I'm with Fi on this one, Mike.
The consequences of helping
Anson--

The consequences are bad
no matter what I do!

Now, I'm trying to find
a way out of this.

Mike, we had a way
out of it. It's gone!

No!

We're not just
giving up!

Now check with
your police buddies.

See if they missed something.

Fi--

Talk to one of your
black-market dealers.

Michael, we're
running out of time.

Those agents, Pearce--
they deserve better.

And you deserve better
than a life in prison.

We have one more day.

Just-- Just
a little while longer.

Look, Mike, if we're
gonna pull off this op,
we got to get going.

[ Pearce ]
Okay, so talk me
through this?

First, we get to the airport,
break into the hangar and get
Jesse's gun onto Reed's plane.

Then I hook up with Reed.
Security drops us off
around here.

I get on the plane, get
the gun, take care of Reed's
personal bodyguard.

Ryan, Nick and I will
cover the tarmac with M-4's
while Rebecca picks us up.

We drive off, we hand over
Reed to the interrogators
and you go to work.

Not bad.
How are you planning on
getting into the hangar?

You're gonna call the T.S.A.
office, ask to check on
the registration on the plane.

That should get
the security guards out
for at least 10 minutes.

Put it together right away.

And, uh, Michael--

Remember, this goes well,
your future at the Agency's
looking bright.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the
most useful tools in domestic
intelligence operations...

is local government.

One call from the C.I.A.,

and most federal
and state agencies
will help out if they can.

There we go.

Reed's guys are gonna be
filling out forms for about
10 minutes. You ready?

Let's do it.

Remember, second seat
on the left--

Under the cushion.
I got it, boss.

How you doing out there,
Pearce?

You're still... clear.
Make it fast.

You got a couple minutes,
tops.

We're good to go.

Hey, uh, just
wanted to say thanks.

For what?

For not being a dick.

I've worked with a lot
of field ops, and, uh,

not all of them
are like you.

It's good to have you
back with the Agency.

I'm just doing my best.

We have eyes.

All right, settle in
and stay alert.

[ Groans ]
We have three hours
before the target arrives.

Three hours?

I should have brought a Sudoku.

Who you kidding, Ryan?
You can't spell Sudoku,
much less play it.

Guys, stay off the radio unless
it's mission-critical, please.
Thank you.

[ Chuckles ]

Forgot how much
running an op's just
babysitting, huh?

So how does it feel
to be back in the saddle?

Not like I remember it.

Listen, I'd help you
if I could, Sam.

I just don't
have jurisdiction.

Right, I get it.
The warehouse explosion
was six counties away.

But if you just
ride up there with us
and talk to 'em.

Those boys in Tampa
are like silverbacks
when it comes to their turf.

They're never
gonna let a Miami badge
near their crime scene.

Tom, we're desperate here.
Please.

Guys, I'm really sorry,
but I got to get to roll call.

Okay. No problem.
Thanks.

This is ridiculous.
We have evidence that points
to Anson back at the loft.

We're just
wasting our time.

To hell with this.
I'm done.
What? Hey, Fi--

I'm done!
Fi, you can't just
run off willy-nilly.

We promised Mike we'd talk to
the cops and work this through.

Look, we got to have a--
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Open this door!
What the hell do you think--

[ Tires Squealing ]
Fi!

At least leave me cab fare!

Damn it.
[ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Rings ]

Ma, not the best time.

Yeah, Mike.
Uh, we got to talk.

Look, I wouldn't be bugging you
if this wasn't a five-alarm
fire. It's about Fi.

Wait. W-What happened?
W-What's going on?

Well, that's just it. I don't
know, but I know Fi, so--

I'm kind of in the middle
of something, Ma.

Mike, she ditched me in
front of the police station,
went back to the loft.

She was talking about the files
that we got, so believe me,

this is one of those
"drop whatever you're doing
right the hell now" situations!

Uh-huh. Okay. All right.
I'm on my way. I'm on my way.

- [ Beeps ]
- I have to go.

My mother, she's having some
sort of medical problem.

Uh, Reed's gonna be here
in two hours.

I'll be back in an hour.
Michael!

Get back in here!
Michael!

Sam called you.

I knew I shouldn't have
left him with his phone.
What are you doing, Fi?

I saw Anson's warehouse.

It was filled
with high explosives,

over-pressured,
armor-piercing rounds.

Nasty stuff.

I understand that.

Really?

What do you think
he has planned after
your little job, a picnic?

No, he's gonna hurt more
people-- a lot more people.

I just need a little more time
to find a way out of this.

If I have to
plant this thing--

If I have to burn them--
I will find a way to fix it.

I've broken into
C.I.A. computers before.

I can do it again.
I will find a way.

How many people will you
destroy if you can't?

What do you want--
What do you want me
to say, Fi?

I'm doing this for you.

Stop. Just stop.

There has to be a line.

There is no line
when it comes to you!

I can't do this anymore.

We can't do this.

Let's just go.

We'll go
to the F.B.I.

I'll turn myself in and
we'll make them understand.

They won't understand us.

We start down that road,
we can't come back.

And I'll lose you.

And I can't lose you.

[ Crying ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Handcuffs Click ]

What are you doing?

I'm buying time.
I can't let you do this,
not yet.

Michael. Michael--
[ Door Opens ]

I'm sorry, Fiona.

[ Door Closes ]

Michael--

Michael!

No! No!

Michael!

Michael!

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

What do you want?
[ Anson ]
Just checking up on you.

Glad to see you made it
back to the party.

You're here?
Of course I'm here.

You think
I'd miss the show?

You plant that card
in Pearce's computer yet?

Listen, Anson,
you don't need
to burn these people.

You need a team,
take me instead.

I appreciate your attempt to
bargain with your fate again,
Michael, but that time is over.

Cheer up.

At the end of this, you'll
look like the only operative
who wasn't on the take.

Michael Westen--
finally redeemed.

You really expect
a thank you?

I expect you to get in that van
and do what you came here
to do-- now.

What'd I miss?

Where the hell
have you been?

I told you. I was--
I was with my mother.
She was sick.

But turns out,
it was a false alarm.

I don't care what it is.

You don't leave
for personal time
in the middle of an op again.

Understood?

Loud and clear.

Reed's approaching
the first checkpoint.

Ten minutes to game time,
everybody.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any operation,

one of the toughest parts
is dealing with
collateral damage.

Did Jesse make it
to the car?

What? You don't think
he made it in?

Better safe than sorry.
I'm gonna check the flight plan.

When you're alone in the field,

you have to decide whether to
take actions that could hurt
innocent people,

weighing the consequences
against what happens
if you do nothing.

And when you act--
when you take that step--

you know that whatever
your reasons, whatever
the costs or benefits,

you have done
something terrible.

No, he's in there.

You can get in position.

And when it's done,

all you can do then is
carry on with the operation,

knowing that it's your job
to repair the hurt
you're about to cause...

and the damage
you're about to do...

or die trying.

Hey.

Your friend Jesse--

brave guy.

Yeah, he is.

Well, don't worry about it.
We're gonna get him
out of here in one piece.

- Huh.
- What is it?

Rebecca's now
carrying a .380 auto.

Kind of an unusual gun for this
kind of operation, isn't it?

She makes up for it, though.

She carries two clips
of over-pressured,
Teflon-coated rounds.

Did you say
over-pressured rounds?

Yeah.

You don't do anything
until I tell you.
I got to check on something.

Are you sure?
We don't have much time.

You stand down until I say!
Are we clear?

We're clear.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Wow.

Anson warned me
you were good.
I guess he was right.

You were working with Anson
the whole time.

You sabotaged
that first operation.

And it's your ammunition
in Anson's warehouse.

You know how Anson is.
Once he gets his claws in you,
that's it.

And this?

You were gonna blow up
the plane, Reed and Jesse.

Anson knows you, Michael.

He knew you'd play along, plant
that card in Pearce's computer,

then find some way
to undo the damage.

Couple of corpses
make that a lot harder.

I am gonna need
that detonator back.

No, I can't do that.
I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

You shoot me, the others
will hear the shot, and
they will come after you.

You shoot me, the whole op
goes south and Jesse dies.

It's not too late to
change your mind, Michael.

You and I both know Anson's
watching right now.

Yeah, I'm sorry to disappoint
him, but I'm not going to
let you kill them.

It's time for you to leave.

I hope your friend Jesse enjoys
his flight to the badlands
of Liberia.

I'm sure Reed will be pretty
pissed off when he finds out
he was lying.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When an operation goes bad,

you don't get much time
to decide what to do.

It's just a matter of
facing the consequences
of immediate failure...

or the risks of trying to save
the operation on the fly.

[ Beeps ]
Everyone listen carefully.

Things have changed.
There is a new plan.

Michael, what is
going on out there?

I just saw Rebecca
leave in the escape car.
Rebecca was a plant.

She was here to sabotage
the mission.

You need to kill
her radio now.

Michael, Reed is here.

If something's happened,
you need to tell me.

There is no time! What you
need to know now is that Jesse
cannot get on that plane.

I'll get him out of there,
but I need you to lay down
covering fire on my signal.

Covering fire?
Are you insane?

Please.
There is no time.

If we don't do this,
Jesse dies.

What's the signal?

When the plane explodes.

Damn it, Westen.

They're out of the car.

Where are we shooting
when this party starts?
Focus on the vehicles.

Make sure the security
can't leave. I will
take care of the rest.

[ Engine Starts ]

All we got's a couple pilots?
No flight attendants?

I mean, I was-- I was hoping
for a G-6, G-4 at least.

[ Reed ]
Small planes get less
scrutiny at the airports.

I thought you were concerned
about security, Mr. Porter.

I'm just saying don't
cheap out on me, all right?
Oh, you'll get your money.

Believe me.
You'll get your money.

[ Beeps ]

Let's do this!

Go! Get behind the truck!
Get Reed out of here!

What the hell is happening?

I have no idea, man.
I have no idea.

Who is shooting at us?
Stay down.
Stay down.

[ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Michael ]
Get in the car!
I can get you out of here!

Sir, the airport security's
here. Go now! Go!
We'll cover you!

[ Reed ]
Get me out of here!
[ Man ] Move! Move!

[ Tires Squealing ]

They're in the car!
They're away! They're away!

[ Reed ]
Why are we stopping?

Wait a minute.
You're not airport security.

What the hell is going on?
What happened back there?

- [ Jesse ] I have no idea.
- I don't know what the hell
you think you're doing.

But you obviously
don't know who I am,
what I can do to you--

Mike, at the risk of getting
a beat-down, can you tell me
what the hell's going on?

It was a set-up.
Rebecca was a plant.

Anson wasn't just planning
on getting the team burned
for stealing money.

He was going to get 'em
burned for killing you.

Okay, wait, wait. What?
There's no time
for the details right now.

I need you to do two things:
Deliver this son of a bitch to
Pearce and destroy her laptop.

Nobody's getting
burned today. You got it?

What about Fi? Anson's
gonna use everything
he's got against her.

I know!

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Fi, we got to leave.
We got--

- Sam!
- [ Groans ]

Sam, what happened?
Where's Fi?

Mike, I came back.

I saw what you did
with Fi.

She wanted to call you.
She begged me.

Said she just wanted to use
the phone for a minute.

Eventually, I gave in
and took her purse
over to her and she--

she clocked me
with a bottle.

Her lock picks.

Yeah.
They were in her purse.

[ Sighs ]

I came to. The cuffs were
off her and on me and she
was halfway out the door.

She said she was sorry.
Mike--

She's turning herself in?
Yeah.

Federal building.

She said she didn't want to
let you keep working
for Anson anymore,

and she didn't want to run
and let the bastard get away.

She said this is
the only way to end it.

She left that for you,
Mike.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I'm so sorry.

[ Tires Squealing ]
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

What do you want?

That was quite a disaster
at the airport today.

I thought we had
an understanding.

So did I.
You lied to me.

I told you what
you wanted to hear.

I also told you
what would happen
if things didn't go well.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]

It's over.
One way or another, it's over.

- I'll see you in hell.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]

Fi!

Fiona!

Fi!

Fi!

Fiona Glenanne?

[ Fi ]
Yes.

I'm here to, uh, surrender.

Hands up! Hands up!
Back of your head now!
Do it now!

Turn around!
Turn around!

[ Fiona's Voice ]
Even before I knew
your real name, I loved you.

Before I should have,
I trusted you.

Because I've always
known your heart.

You do what's right,
no matter the cost to you.

And I've learned that
when you love a spy,

you have to be willing
to make that sacrifice too.

At times, your job has made it
hard to be with you,

but it's never shaken
my faith in you.

I can't let you ruin
anyone's life to save mine.

I have to force you
to tell what you know.

If you don't,
you won't be the man I love.

Do the right thing.

I love you, Michael.

Forever.