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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 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.

and a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

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

[ Michael Narrating ]
In prison, there is no
such thing as good attention.

It's better to be a number
than to be known--

Take off her restraints.

because with anonymity
comes safety.

So whether you're dealing
with a fellow inmate,

a guard
or the warden herself,

the last thing you want
is for your name
to be on their mind.

Inmate Glenanne.

We have a room waiting
for you in Cellblock 9.

That is the wing
for high-risk offenders.

See, I heard
about the fight between
you and inmate Doneski.

So what we're going to do...

is have you sign a request
for protective custody...

and put you
in the segregated wing.

I'd rather not.

I'm doing my best
to help you right now.

High-profile prisoners
get special treatment
around here--

not the good kind.

I appreciate
your concern, Warden,
but I can take care of myself.

You got a death wish?
Play it out in someone
else's facility.

Sign the damn form.

Well, it is my choice,
isn't it?

Can't say
I didn't try.
One more thing.

You have a visitor request
from Michael Westen.

I don't know how you
got privileges so quickly,

but if you want
to sign this one,

he'll be on the list
for Wednesday.

Hopefully
you'll last that long.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you've been marked
for death,

hiding is
a short-term strategy.

It might buy you time,
but it won't solve your problem.

To do that, you need contact.

It means exposing yourself
to more potential threats,

but it also means
having the opportunity
to find potential allies.

Well, if it isn't
the newest resident
of Cellblock 9.

- You're Ayn?
- That I am.

I heard you can get things.

Wine, cigarettes.

Or if you're
into something stronger,
I can make that happen too.

It's why they call me Ayn--
"Anything you need."

Someone in here
is trying to have me killed.
I need to find out who.

You wanna know
who's trying to kill you?
Damn, girl.

You just skipped
all over the small talk.

Whatever happened to
"Where you from?

What you in for?
How many years you get?"

Ireland, something I didn't do,
God knows how long.

Can you help me?

Info like that
doesn't come cheap.

Name a price.

See, now, that's where you
being new creates a problem.

Money around here's
canteen credits.

You don't have any.

I'm sure there are other ways
to make it worth your while.

There's always favor
for a favor,

but I doubt
you wanna go there.

Try me.

Dude, you've checked
your watch three times
in the last 30 seconds.

It's still... 10:05, okay?
Relax.

Pearce sounded a little off
on the phone.

She specifically asked
to meet here, not the office,
which means something's wrong.

Or she knows
you're about to visit Fi
and she's got news about Anson.

Maybe she found
the son of a bitch.
Maybe Fi's about to be released.

Oh, I could be wrong.

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

- What's going on?
- I, uh--

[ Shaky Voice ]
I honestly don't know
where to start.

Why don't you start
from the beginning?

I came back
from lunch yesterday.

There was a message
on my phone.

[ Beeps ]
Agent Pearce,
this is Anson Fullerton.

You've been making life
awfully hard for me lately.

I'm sure Michael's
filled your head with lies,

but I am not the monster
he makes me out to be,

and to prove it,
I'd like to offer you
an olive branch.

I had a chance to read
your personnel file,

and I noticed
you spent many years...

trying to find out
what happened to Jay Tunberg.

- I'd like to help.
- [ Beeps ]

The hell's
he talking about?

Jay and Pearce were engaged.

Oh. I'm sorry.

This was waiting
for me at home.

His name is Ahmed Damour.

Meet the man
who murdered my fiancé.

It's all right there.

Jay was working undercover,

gathering intelligence
on the Syrian military.

His cover got blown,
and before they could
pull him out, Ahmed killed him.

And the best part--
Now he's the C.I.A. asset.

He's getting rich selling us the
same intel he stole from Jay,

and we're protecting him.

So this murderer's living
the high life in Bermuda
on the Agency's dime.

That is nice work
if you can get it.
Talk to your boss about it yet?

Oh, no, I can't.
I'm not even supposed
to know that file exists.

They'd just order me to let
it go, but I can't do that.

Has it occurred to you that
Anson knew Ahmed was protected
when he dropped his name?

He knows you're helping us
get Fi out of prison.

He wants you to throw
your career away.

I get it, Westen,
but some things are more
important than a career.

You're not the only person
who ever lost somebody.

So what? What?

It's an eye for an eye now?
Come on, Pearce. That's not you.

It is when that's
the only option.

[ Michael ]
Pearce, it's not
the only option.

The Agency is only protecting
Ahmed until they get
their intelligence.

We take away those secrets,
we take away his protection.

He goes down. You don't.
We can help you do that.
I promise.

Hate to say it, Mike,

but I think your mouth wrote a
check that your butt can't cash.

You see the section here...

where the C.I.A.
says Ahmed is untouchable?

I think that means, you know,
"no touching."

Maybe you missed this page.

The C.I.A. doesn't care
about Ahmed.

They care about the intel.

He's got all the files
on a hard drive.

Once we find that drive,
we turn it over to the C.I.A.
They'll wrap him up.

Yeah, no,
I definitely saw that page,
just like I saw this one here.

Agency sent a team into his
Bermuda compound back in '08
looking for the hard drive.

They didn't find it.
What makes you think we can?

Sam, if I don't help Pearce,
she's gonna ruin her career.

Without her at the Agency,
I'll never get Fi out of prison.

Okay, well, wait.

Says here the guy's
getting ready to take a cruise.

Maybe you isolate him
on the boat,
make him think that he's sick.

If he doesn't think
he's gonna make it--

- He's gonna start talking.
- And the first person
he'll call is--

his son, Sharif,
back in Bermuda.
His son, Sharif.

It's perfect, Sam.
So perfect,
it's not gonna work.

We don't have the manpower.

You got to have three on the
cruise, three on the land side.

And if the C.I.A.
can't know about this,
they're not gonna pitch in.

I can get you a team.
[ Chuckles ] Ohh!

Who? Nate and your ma?
[ Laughs ]

Wow.
You're not kidding, are you?

Look, Mike, nothing
against the Westen clan,

but I'm gonna be real glad
when we get Fi out of the clink.

[ Cell Door Slams ]

Just pick a book, bitch.
You know you can't read.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Press on, honey.

Is there anything
you can't get in here?

If the price was right,

I could stage a Beatles reunion
concert in the main yard.

All I need is a name.

Yes, you do,
and a pricey one at that.

I'm all ears.

Tomorrow at 2:15, I need
that door locked tight,

and I need it to stay that way
for about two minutes.

You do me that favor,
and I'll help you find out
who's trying to kill you.

Doing it
without getting caught
would be almost impossible.

I can't risk going
to segregation.

I thought that might be
a deal breaker.

No hard feelings, honey.

I said
"almost impossible."

Get me these supplies,
it's a deal.

That's a hell
of a shopping list.
It's a hell of a favor.

Magnesium? Overnight?

Honey, I'm good,
but I'm not magic.

What about a sparkler?

[ Laughs ]

You know, this breaks
one of my rules,

but I might decide
to like you, criminal.

So when we're following this
Sharif kid all over Bermuda,
where you gonna be?

I'm gonna be on a cruise
with his dad, Ahmed.

Trust me.
It's not for pleasure.

Okay, you've got
your cover I.D.'s,
tickets, traveler's checks.

You're on the 9:25
out of Miami.

Sam will go over the rest
when you get there.

And is he going to tell us
what this is really about?

Ahmed has valuable information,
and we need to get it back.

I heard that part.

If this was just
about stolen secrets,
you wouldn't need Nate and me.

Come on, Mom.
You know how this works.

The details are probably,
like, classified or whatever.

Can't you just be happy
helping out Mike?

This isn't watering
someone's plants
while they're out of town.

You're asking us
to fly to another country
with a fake I.D.,

dealing with spies
at the drop of a hat.

I want to know why.

Is this about Fi?

No, Mrs. Westen.
This is about me.

Ahmed didn't just
steal information.

He killed my fiancé.

But the C.I.A. doesn't know
we're going after him.

If you don't feel
comfortable coming along,

I totally--
Honey, please, just stop.

I'll do it.

- [ Chattering ]
- [ Ship Horn Blows ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Effective interrogations
take many forms...

but usually include
three key elements.

First, you need a target
with the intel you're after.

Then you need
an interrogation team.

Their job is
to secure the target...

and do whatever it takes
to obtain actionable
intelligence.

But getting useful
information doesn't matter
if you can't move on it.

Which is why you need
a support team in the field.

Okay, Mike,
you got the murderer.
We'll get the son of a murderer.

Hope you took
your Dramamine.

Thanks, Sam.
We'll call you
when we have something.

And, of course,
the whole system breaks down...

if someone kills the target
before he can talk.

Pearce, you should look like
you're ready for a fun vacation,

not trying to kill someone.

I just want
that son of a bitch
to suffer like Jay did.

Don't worry.
In about six hours,
Ahmed will wish he was dead,

but the plan only works
if you can hold it together.

This better?

Yes.

[ Horn Blows ]

Look, we need to run
a stat blood series.

Stat blood series-- C.B.C.,
C.M.P., P.T. and a P.T.T.--

Don't forget a B.L.T.
and a P.B. & J., A.S.A.P.

[ Chuckles ]

Fiona usually would
help me with this.

You're good, man. You sound
like an infectious-disease
specialist. You got it.

Hope you got
that prazosin ready.

Ready to make
a grown man cry.
Where's Ahmed?

In the casino, playing craps,

making sure all the ladies
see his $50,000 Rolex.

- It's disgusting.
- Pearce.

I'm smiling. See?

We do have one
little complication though.

Ahmed's bodyguard
is hovering around him
like a helicopter mom.

The guy does everything for him,
including getting his drinks,

so if we're gonna poison him
there, we might need you to
give us an extra distraction.

I would love to, but we
can't risk Ahmed seeing me
before he's in the infirmary.

- Jesse can sell this.
- Please.

I could do this by myself
if I had to.

Go get your party dress on.

[ Man ]
Place your bets.
Place your bets.

[ Crowd Ahhing ]

[ Jesse Laughs ]
It's all how you shake 'em.

You got to let them
know you love 'em.
All right.

How about a little kiss
for luck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You see what I did?

You let them know
you love 'em. I love you.

And if you love something,
what do you do?
You set it free!

Boom! That is how you throw
the bones, my friends!

I hope you
enjoyed my drink.

That's $100 a shot,
you idiot.
My bad, man.

There's still a little bit left.
Do you wanna finish it?

Next round's on me.
Okay, was that Jack? Old Crow?
What you got?

Johnnie Walker Blue
on the rocks.

Ooh, excuse me, mister.
Johnnie Walker Blue
on the rocks.

Sexiness!

Can we get a nice,
fresh refill for my man?

Johnnie Walker Blue
on the rocks.
I'll get it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Personal bodyguards
are specifically trained...

to identify and prioritize
potential threats--

Johnnie Walker Blue.

which means getting their
attention is usually as easy...

as becoming the most
immediate threat in the area.

You know what?
Give me those. My turn.

You got bad juju.
What the hell do you
think you're doing?

[ Jesse ] I'll tell you
what I'm not doing.
I'm not trying to sit here...

and see how many times
one man can roll
snake eyes, okay?

You had your turn.
Give them to me.

You know what? Fine, fine.
You want to burn
down the house? Have at it.

I'm pulling
the rip cord, baby.

Poof!
[ Chuckles ]

- How long till he drops?
- It depends on how fast
he drinks his... drink.

Shouldn't be long.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The difference between a drug...

being called
"medicine" or "poison" comes
down to one thing-- dosage.

The recommended amount
of prazosin...

will effectively regulate
blood pressure,

but taking too much
will trigger side effects...

that mimic the symptoms
of an extreme viral infection.

Once they kick in,

instead of doubling down,
you'll be falling down.

That's a good look for him.

Oh, more
pleasure reading, huh?
Yeah.

I love reading
The Principles and Practices
of Infectious Disease Control...

in my spare time.

Well, you're gonna have
to tear yourself away.
It's time to roll.

We just checked out
the infirmary. Whole lot
of nervous people down there...

trying to figure out
what's wrong with Ahmed.

Perfect.
Let's fill in the blanks.

I still wish there was
a way you didn't actually
have to take those.

[ Laughs ]
You and me both, sister.

But the disease
is supposed to be infectious,

and I can't fake a fever,
increased heart rate
and dilated pupils.

At least I only have
to take it once.
Mike, can you water me, please?

Jesse,
I can't thank you enough.

Yeah, well, just try to keep me
away from that long tunnel...

with the bright light
at the end of it, will you?

Where's the ship's doctor?
We need help here.

- I'm Dr. Winnick.
What happened?
- Dr. Winnick,

I'm Dr. George Penderson,
C.D.C.

My wife, Jeannie,
and I heard passengers
screaming for a doctor.

We found this man
convulsing in the hallway.

His name is Jamaal Howard,
age 36.

No medical alert,
I.D.'s or cards.

They said he was complaining
of blurry vision
and dizziness.

[ Groans ]
[ Michael ] He's got elevated
temp and heart palpitations.

Get him set up in sick bay 2.
Get his vitals,
and get him on O2.

- Yes, Doctor. Go, go, go.
- [ Woman ]
Let's move him in here.

What?

We have a passenger who came in
with the same symptoms.

How long ago exactly?
About nine hours or so.

Why? What are you thinking?

You've got a serious problem
on your hands.

Something's going around,
and it's not food poisoning.

Based on the symptoms,
it's meningococcal.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, thank you for
bringing him in, Dr. Penderson.
We can take it from here.

Can you?
Have you ever implemented
quarantine protocol?

Well, no--
Well, I have-- on three
different continents.

And trust me. You don't
want to be on the hook
for a full-scale outbreak.

You're lucky
it's not airborne.

You still have a chance,
but you're gonna need our help.

Wait a minute, Dr. Penderson.
This is my infirmary.
I call the shots.

I'm sorry.
I'm... not trying
to big-dog anybody.

I'm C.D.C. It's just
what I do for a living.

Use me. I'll treat the infected
patients. You just take care
of the rest of the ship.

Yes, but the ship regulations
require me--

It's your call.
You make the wrong one,
people die.

Listen up, everybody.
This infirmary
is now in quarantine.

Kim, I want you to set up
a temporary exam room
across the hall, stat.

This area is
now off-limits until
Dr. Penderson says otherwise.

- Come on! Let's go! Let's move!
- [ Woman ] All right!

[ Michael ]
I need you to run
a stat blood series,

including a C.M.P., C.B.C.,
P.T. and a P.T.T.

That man you brought in.

[ Michael ]
You know him?

I saw him at the casino
last night. He took my drink.

He drank from your glass?
That must be how you
infected him.

What?

Mr. Damour,
my name is Dr. Penderson.

I believe you've been infected
by a highly contagious...

and very deadly strain
of meningitis.

And it looks like
you gave it to Mr. Howard.

Wh-What are you saying?

First of all, it means
you're under quarantine.

You-- You need to wait outside.

We'll test you and seclude you
until we know you're clean.

No. W-Wait, wait.
[ Door Closes ]

- Did you say "deadly"?
- Don't worry.

We'll do all that we can.

Now, I need a list
of everyone you've been
in close contact with...

in the last 48 hours.

My son, Sharif.

Doctor, we've got
Mr. Howard stabilized.

Thank you.

This is my wife, Jeannie.

Don't worry.
We're going to take
good care of you, Mr. Damour.

Now, I need you
to call your son.

We'll have someone sent out
to your home to test him.

Not my house.
I'll have him meet them.
It's better that way.

I don't think you understand
what's at stake here.

I'm a very private man.
I can't have strangers
coming into my house.

Mr. Damour,
in situations like this,

the most important thing
is finding the origin
of the infection.

If it's in your home,
your son is in grave danger.

We're not trying
to invade your privacy.

We just want to do what's best
for you and your son.

[ Sighs ]

Fine, fine, fine.
I'll tell Sharif.

Good.

[ Chattering ]

They got a saying in here--

Never turn your back
on an open cell door.

Oh, look at you.

You got your own little
early detection system.

Six-pack, three cans of tuna,

plaster, a nail file
and your damn sparkler.

You know how hard it is
to get fireworks
this time of year?

I need one more thing.

The guards change shift
every day at 2:15.

And I take
my afternoon tea at 4:00.
What's your point?

Why do you need me
to clear them off the block
at that time?

I'm throwing a party,
and I can't have a guard
interrupting the fun.

If this is a hit,
then I'm out.

You really think
you're in a position
to call the shots here?

Or maybe you
just don't care who's
trying to kill you anymore.

That it?

Oh, I care, but there is
a line that I don't cross
for anyone, Ayn.

That's why I'm here
in the first place.

Oh. And here I thought
you were in here for murder.

Okay, criminal.

Can't promise everyone's
gonna end up smiling,

but nobody's
gonna end up dead.

Convict's word.
You still in?

In.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the easiest
and most efficient ways...

to make incendiary devices...

begins with mixing
aluminum powder
and plaster of paris.

Once dry, it burns
at about 3,000 degrees...

and can melt solid steel
in under a minute.

It's also completely stable
and safe to store
until it's lit,

which is important
because nobody should handle
a deadly incendiary...

without a good night's sleep.

[ Nate ]
Hi. We're from W.H.O.,
here to see Sharif Damour.

[ Man On Speaker ]
One moment, please.
[ Sam ] Okay, Maddy, remember.

When we get in there,
you got to keep this guy Sharif
busy long enough...

for us to find the office
and bug the phone.

Didn't you say this guy's
some kind of a sociopath?

Yeah, he does have
a few assaults
on his rap sheet,

but he seems to prefer
beating up waiters
and call girls.

Mom, you're pretending
to be a nurse.
I'm sure you'll be fine.

[ Radio Squawks ]
Okay, and we are transmitting.

Maddy, that's for you.

You want me to get him
to wear this?
You said it was a watch.

Why didn't you just
ask me to tie a brick
around his wrist?

Maddy, I'm sorry,
but it's got to be big enough
to hold a G.P.S.,

so it's either that
or we convince him
that pagers are back in style.

Let's do it.

[ Game Announcer Chattering ]
[ TV Off ]

You the outbreak people?
[ Sam ]
Yes, sir. Dr. Chuck Finley.

Where's your little
astronaut suits?

Uh, well,
the virus isn't airborne.

Well, you sure scared
the hell out of my father.

He made it sound
like the guys from E.T.
were on their way.

- [ Hands Clap ]
- Yalla. Let's go.
Let's get this over with.

We'll move as fast
as we can, Mr. Damour,

but we need comprehensive
sampling of this house,

and you need to be
examined immediately.

Shelly, he's all yours.
Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

He'll go with you,
make sure you don't get lost.

Don't worry.
We'll move as fast as we can.

I'm telling you
this is a waste of time.

Do I look sick, huh?

Come on.
I take care of mys--
Open your mouth.

You look fine now,
but changes happen quickly
with meningitis.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Hiding trackers in accessories
is a go-to trick for spies.

Jewelry and watches
are attractive options,

but there's always
a risk they'll clash
with the target's outfit...

and get left at home.

105 beats a minute.

Is that bad?
I'm gonna have to ask you
to wear a monitor.

On the other hand,
a tracker that the target
believes might save his life...

is always in fashion.

At all times.
What do you mean, "all time"?

What if I go to a club?
You wear it.

In the shower?
At all times.

Well, that's ridiculous.
If my heart speeds up,
I'll feel it.

Really? Most people
don't feel their heartbeat
until it hits, oh, around 130.

And by then, you will have
swelling of the brain,

subcutaneous hemorrhaging...

and will be convulsing
so hard you will not
be able to dial a phone.

Fine, fine.
[ Speaks Arabic ]

Just... until
the test results come back.

This room is clear.
Any positives?

Nope.

This room's off-limits.
Oh, really?

Well, I'm thinking
that the virus
didn't get that memo.

We have to check everything.

[ Nate ]
Excuse me, sir.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Gram staining
is a method of testing...

for the presence
of certain types of bacteria.

Positive results turn purple.

Negative results turn pink.

If you need a positive result
on a Gram test,

there's no need to bring in
a lethal microorganism.

A little yogurt
will do the job.

And, of course, no matter
what color a slide turns,

nothing sells "scary"
like a big reaction.

Oh, my God.
Look at that reading.

Have you been
in this room recently?

Why are you still
standing there?
Get to the nurse!

- Go!
- Go!

- Wire it quick, Nate.
- Going as fast as I can.

Look up. Down.

Right.

Left. Right again.

What is this, dance class?
Enough of these tests.

These are necessary,
Mr. Damour.
No. I'm done.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What happened to our guests?

They think I might be infected.
They said to come see
Nurse Shelly.

- And you left them where?
- In the office.

You left them
in my father's office?

[ Arabic ]
Stupid!

Stupid!
Mr. Damour,
we're not finished!

No, this exam is over.

- Whoa, you can't go in there.
- No, you can't be in there.

- Sir, it's dangerous!
- Get out of my way!
Get out of my way!

What the hell are you
doing taking apart
that telephone, huh?

Come on.
I'll tell you
what he's doing.

He's handling some highly
infectious bacteria.
That's what he's doing.

You got to take it apart
to check it.
Exactly.

I mean, this thing
is filled with bugs,
and I'm talking nasty stuff.

Have you used this phone?

Maybe a few times.
[ Sighs ]

Okay.

Then I suggest you pray.

Pray.

Grab the gear, Chuck.
I'll meet you outside.

Oh, more Jell-O.
Delightful.

Sorry.
You get what Ahmed gets.

[ Exhales ]
How's it coming?

- Let's see.
- [ Beeps ]

Testing, testing.
[ Echoing Over Walkie-talkie ]
Testing, testing.

I want real food.
One, two, three.

I want real food.
Broadcast quality.
[ Beeps ]

Now that we've got
a tracker on Sharif,

you and Mike can give
Ahmed one final push.

Yeah, you know,
maybe it's best
if Michael finishes this.

I'm not sure I can--
No, no, no. Hey.

Don't start talking
like that. Not now.

I am trying not to.
I really am.

But I feel like
if I go in there one more time,

I'll kill him
or break down completely.

Pearce, I know
this is a rough one.

You got to figure out a way
to hold it together, okay?
We're almost done.

You don't understand.
I don't? My mom was on
the wrong end of a stickup.

They never found the guy
that killed her.

First thing I think of
every day is her.

The second thing is how I wish
I can get the guy that did it.
You have that chance.

Dani, look at me.

Ooh!
You're gonna
finish this.

If you don't, you'll regret it
for the rest of your life.
Trust me.

I know.

Okay.
Okay.

You ready to bring
this home, or what?
Yes.

Good. 'Cause I'm sick
of this damn Jell-O.

Stop whining, Porter.
You sound like a little girl.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Have you heard anything
about my son?

Is he infected?

We're still waiting
to find out,

but Sharif isn't showing
any symptoms for now.

Mr. Damour, we just got
the results on the samples
from your house.

I don't know
how to ask you this,

but do you know
of anyone who would want
to hurt you intentionally?

What are you saying?
The strain of the virus
they identified is... man-made.

Our techs found abnormally
high concentrations...

on your phone, your car keys,
your toothbrush.

Someone deliberately
infected me? Who?

We don't know,
but, unfortunately, that
is not the worst part of it.

There's no easy way
to say this.

I'm afraid your condition
has advanced beyond the point...

of us being able
to help you, and...

you're not going to make it.

You mean I might not.

There are miracles...
sometimes.

- But with something like this--
- Get out. Get out!

I don't want to see you.

Please. There must be
something you can do.

Mr. Damour, I know
this is tough to hear,
but Dr. Penderson's right.

How much time?

If there's anything
you need to take care of,
anyone you need to talk to,

now is the time.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Sharif ] That's impossible.
They said you were sick,
not dying.

- Can't they give you medicine?
- [ Ahmed ] They found the virus
all over my things.

Whoever it was,
they were trying to kill me.

I don't understand.
Who would do this to you? Why?

I don't know. No one knows.

It was probably the C.I.A.
They've always hated me.

It doesn't matter now.
I want to make sure
that you're--

Wait. Are you--
Are you saying
y-you're not coming home?

Sharif! Answer me.

Do you remember what to do?

Yes! I remember.

Good. I want you
to secure your future.
I want you to do it now.

I will.
Where are the files?

They're at Habibi's place.

Fourth shelf
of the Remline chest.

- How soon can you get there?
- I'll go first thing
tomorrow, Papa.

Good.
And call me when it's done.

I will.

[ Chattering ]

Hey, criminal.
Don't you have an errand to run?

Shh. You're breaking
my concentration.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Sabotage is best done
in private,

when no one is around
to see it.

If you don't have that luxury,
you have to take
certain precautions.

It's crucial to conceal
the real reason
for your movements...

so that people
don't get suspicious.

You know,
I could use an extra
blanket in my cell.

Requests have
to be made on Monday
to the unit manager, Glenanne.

[ Fiona ]
Well, what am I gonna do
till then, huh? Hello.

Wait. Are you telling me...

that I have to spend
another week freezing
my ass off in here?

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's also a good idea
to use time-delay devices,

so that when the fun starts,
you'll be nowhere near it.

You still haven't moved.

[ Clamoring ]

[ Man ]
What's going on?
The door's jammed.

I can't get it open.
Code 6! Code 6!

Cellblock 9!
Officer needs assistance!

[ Clamoring Continues ]

All this for a robbery?
Robbery?

You think I need those scraps?
This was business, honey.

My little friend over there
got the notion she could
open up shop on my block.

I had to let her know
that market conditions
weren't conducive to expansion.

- Breaching!
- [ Clamoring ]

Hands down,
goddamn it!

[ Woman ]
Hands on your sides!
Eyes forward!

[ Man ]
This block's on lockdown.
Line up!

We got some action.

Doesn't look like
Junior's planning on
coming back anytime soon.

Too bad the guy doesn't
know his final destination.

You don't have to pack
that heavy for Gitmo.

[ Car Starts ]

Hold your little horses.
We're not going anywhere.

Don't wanna be up
the guy's butt.

'Cause then what happens?
He sees you.

We lose our chance of getting
that top-secret intel.

[ Beeping ]

Now we can go.

- [ Sam ] Okay, they
definitely pulled in.
- [ Beeps ]

Right there.

Keeping their top-secret files
in a boathouse?
Yeah, it's not a bad plan.

Put all your top-secret goodies
in the same place
as your go-fast boat.

Makes it easy to blow town.

And that's why we're gonna
bust in on their ass...

and make sure that
doesn't happen, right?

Yes, Nate, but when you
say things like that,

try and say 'em
like you understand
how dangerous they are.

Let's do it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A successful ambush can end
a battle before it ever begins.

To pull one off,
you need two key factors--

the element of surprise
and superior positioning.

Okay, Nate,
you follow my lead.

You don't make a move
until you see the intel.

You got it?
Yeah.

The best staging areas offer
a clear view of your target...

while providing
plenty of cover for you.

Not yet.

Of course it doesn't matter
how good your position is...

if you're the one
who gets surprised.

[ Nate ]
What the hell is going on?

Shh. Just get down.

Sharif. It's
a glorious day, no?

I've had better.
What? Smile.

You're about
to be a rich man.
Shall we toast?

- No time for drinks, Yevgeni.
- As you wish, friend.

Go on.

First, we verify.

Then we pay.

- Who are these guys?
- Well, Nate, I'm no expert,

but it looks like Sharif
is making a deal
with some Russians.

Russians? Why would
Russians want those files?

These guys are working
for themselves,
not the country.

I mean, this is business.

Okay, what's our next move?

We don't have one.

Come on. Come on.

[ Beeping ]

That was quick, Sam.

Yeah, Mike. This is not
the victory call.

This is the "you-know-what
hitting the fan" call.

Sharif is making a deal
with a crew of F.S.B. rejects.
It's going on right now.

- Russians?
- Yeah. It's like
a Cold War class reunion.

Can you put
the brakes on it?

It's five against two,
and they're packing more heat
than we are.

But, you know, sure.
What the hell? We can try.

No, Sam. Sit tight.
It's too dangerous.

[ Beeps ]

So, they're
gonna do what?

Just sit there and let Sharif
sail away with even more money?

- They make a move,
they're dead.
- Then we have to make a move.

We will, but not right now.
We have to hold off until--

No, we are not holding off.
We are ending this
right now.

Pearce, what do you
think you're doing?

I have a play here, Westen.
Back me up or stay
out of the way.

[ Sighs ]

[ Pearce ]
I don't care, George!
He deserves to know!

Honey.
If you won't tell him,
I will.

Tell me what?

My husband got a call
from the C.D.C.

They've traced
the origin of your virus.

It-- It's classified
information.

We've been ordered
not to tell you.
Please.

Whatever it is, I'm dying.
I need to know.

My feelings exactly.

The virus you have is known
as the St. Petersburg strain.

George?

It's weaponized.

It was developed by the F.S.B.,
Russian intelligence.

Russian?
Are you sure of this?

Positive. The protein signatures
leave no doubt.

Get out. Please.
I need to make a call.

[ Grunting ]
[ Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

I have to take this.
[ Beeps ]

Hello, Papa.

Did he say "Papa"?

I think they're making
a play back on the boat.

I'm fine.
I'm at Habibi's.

We're doing
the deal right now.
No, Sharif.

It was them.

It was not the C.I.A.
It was the Russians!

How do you know?
The doctors
traced the virus.

It was the F.S.B.
Those dogs planned
this whole thing out!

They're killing me
for the files.

You need to get out.
Now!

Don't worry, Papa.

I'll make sure
I tell them you said hello.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]
That was Ahmed?

How is he?

He's doing quite well,
considering.

He said to give you a message.

- [ Automatic Gunfire ]
- [ Men Shouting ]

Okay, Nate, it's time for us
to get in the game.

Be ready.
For what?

When I get close,
shoot in the air.

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Huh?

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yevgeni, maybe you will see
my father in hell, huh?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

Nate, I said,
"Shoot in the air."

You didn't say,
"Up in the air."
[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike.
This is the victory call.

We got good guys up,
bad guys down
and the files in hand.

[ Beeps ]

It's been too long.
My son should have
called by now.

It's a terrible feeling,
isn't it?

I used to talk to my fiancé
twice a day.

Then one day,
he didn't call.

That's how I knew
something was wrong.

He was a scientist
working in Paris.

The last time I spoke to him,
he was filing a report...

about a Syrian satellite
installation outside Masyaf.

You.

Yes.

Me.

- I was just
trying to scare him.
- You shot him in the back.

It was a mistake.
No!

It was a choice.

And for every choice,
there's a price.

So the price is you
killing me with this virus?

No.

There's no virus.

We have the information
you murdered Jay for.

We have your son,

and we have you.

I'm not killing you, Ahmed,

but believe me,

your life is over.

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

I wish you'd relax,
criminal.

Wears me out
just looking at you.

Just tell me you got something.

Whoever it is tried
to kill you was working
with a dirty-ass guard.

Well, what's his name?
Hold on now.

Before I provide that
information, you need---

Quit with the games.
You tell me his name now.

Easy now.
I'm trying to protect
both of us here.

Can't have you
broadcasting a guard's name
over the visiting room phone.

Okay?

Just write down
what you want
your boyfriend to know.

I'll make sure
it gets delivered.
Works better for both of us.

Sorry.

Yeah, well,

place changes all of us
sooner or later.

Looks like sooner for you.

[ Door Buzzes ]

Now you see
why I never wear orange.

You look beautiful.

I'm gonna get you out.
I promise you that.

And we're--
We're getting close.

The C.I.A.--
I love you too, Michael.

We don't have much time.
I don't wanna talk
about that.

You know what I was
thinking about the other day?

That little
dingy bar in Belfast--
the Black Sand Pub.

You mean where we met.

And I made
the mistake of asking--

[ Irish Accent ]
"Would you like to dance?"

Then you pulled
a snub-nose revolver on me.

That I did.

And you said--
"I assume that means yes."

[ Woman ]
* Take my hand
and I will pull you through *

[ Chattering, Low ]

* The light is gone,
but I am still here with you *

* And can you feel me *

* Feel my reach? *

* Oh, honey, take it easy *

* Honey, just feel **

** [ Fades ]

[ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

Excuse me, sir.
You dropped that.

No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.

[ Fiona's Voice ]
Michael, someone is trying
to have me killed in here.

On the back of this note, you'll
find the name and address of
a guard who's working with them.

Do what you can.
Please hurry.