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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.

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

you will do exactly
what I say.

Wow. Anson warned me
you were good.

- I guess he was right.
- You were working
with Anson the whole time.

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

[ Door Slams ]

I'm gonna get you out.

[ Groans ]

[ Muffled Shout ]

Who sent you?
I don't know!

But they said
they wanted you dead!

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

[ Madeline ]
Michael, what the hell
is going on?

You went to see Fiona, what,
uh, yesterday afternoon,

and you never bothered
to call me afterwards?

I've been a little busy.

Well, how is she?

She's, uh, holding up.

That may be
the most evasive answer...

you have ever given me.

And you can be pretty evasive.
Maddy, how you doing?
Good to see you.

Mike, I'll, uh,
meet you in the car.

[ Door Closes ]

She's important to me too,
Michael.

She's tired,

she's scared...

and she's not eating enough.

And somebody's
trying to kill her.

Who?
Probably Anson.

We found a middleman.
He's a dirty prison guard
living down in the Everglades.

That's where
we're heading to now.

Do you think
he'll tell you anything?

I know he will.

Okay, so this guy
is just a prison guard,
right?

So that's an hour
to get the answers,

four-hour drive
back to Miami--

Sam, you got
someplace to be?
Yeah.

I'm taking Elsa
to dinner tonight.

One out of every 10 is on me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you need to capture
a target in a building,

one of the most effective
techniques is known as
the hammer and anvil.

First, your team
surrounds the structure,

sealing off all exits.

Then you enter from all points
at once, quickly and quietly.

The goal is to find your target
fast enough...

to avoid a standoff
or a firefight.

It's hard to interrogate
your target...

if he's dealing
with a gunshot wound.

Of course,
it's even harder if he's dead.

[ Michael ]
See anything?
Nothing.

Sam.

In the living room.
We've got a body.

[ Groans ]

[ Sam ]
Rebecca.

Yell, and you're dead.
Okay. You win. Go.

You first.

Sam!

Rebecca, you don't
need to do this.
Don't tell me what I need.

I'm calling the shots here.

Sam!
[ Rebecca ]
Put your guns down now!

Becca, don't do this.

Put your guns down,
or he dies.

Okay. Get in the car.

Drive.
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're abducted
at gunpoint,

it's best to approach it
like a blind date.

You want to be
an active listener,

you want to stay positive,
and you want to make
a connection.

Want to listen to the radio?

- You can pick the station.
- No, thanks.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The more you humanize yourself
in the eyes of your captor,

the harder it will be
for them to pull the trigger.

You picked me
'cause I'm the cute one, right?

[ Chuckles ] That's it.

Oh, boy. It's my curse.

I'm just too handsome
for my own good.

Where's your phone?
We need to make a call.

Where do you think it is?

I mean, I'd get it, but--

[ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Sam, are you--
It's me, Michael.

[ Beeps ]
Rebecca, you didn't want to
stick around and chat?

No. Nothing personal.

And, uh, I'm sorry
about the Charger.

I'm more concerned
about my friend.
Yeah, about that--

I'm keeping Sam for a while.

I'll release him
the moment I'm home free,

but until then, I don't
want to see your face
or any of your C.I.A. friends.

You do anything stupid,
I dump Sam's body in the swamp.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Jesse ] Well, I like
the part about letting Sam go.

Yeah, if you want to
trust a woman
who betrayed the C.I.A....

and tried to send you
on a one-way trip to Liberia.

- Good point. What's the plan?
- There's only one way
out of this area.

We hit the road,
and we track her down.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Inmates Chattering ]

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

- [ Clangs ]
- Glenanne, it's chow time.

Let's get
moving.

I'm not hungry.

Didn't ask you if you were
hungry.
[ Buzzes ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're marked for death
in prison,

you're always anticipating
the next fight.

The earlier you spot a potential
adversary, the better
you can defend yourself.

Unfortunately,
that's not always enough.

If you realize you have
multiple attackers coming at you
with a coordinated assault,

just defending yourself
won't work.

The only move is to attack.

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

- [ Woman ]
Get her! Get her!
- [ All Shouting ]

[ Male Guard ]
What's going on down there?

Keep the line moving,
ladies.

Move!

Let's go!

[ Chattering ]

- [ Groans ]
- [ Male Guard ]
You heard him. Let's go.

Vicodin? I don't usually
offer sale prices.

But for you, 10 bucks.
Looks like you need it.

What I need is to know
how those women managed
to get switchblades in prison.

[ Ayn ]
The sisters can get their hands
on pretty much anything.

They're lifers.
They do contract hits
to pass the time.

Same way some girls knit.

Whoever's trying to kill you,
they don't care about
keeping it quiet anymore.

Not if they hired
those bitches.

My friend is working hard
to get me out of here.

- But first, I have to survive.
You gotta help me, Ayn.
- Oh, sorry, criminal.

Not this time.
Not with those two involved.

I might die in prison,
but I'd vastly prefer
it be of natural causes.

[ Phone Line Ringing ]

I need the listing
of a helicopter tour company
near Flamingo.

[ Woman ] Would you like me
to connect you?
Yes. Please connect me.

[ Woman ]
Swamp Hawks.
Good morning.

My husband and I are looking
to take a helicopter tour.

Do you have anything
this afternoon?
We do, miss. Your name?

Becky Buckner.
Okay.

And where
exactly are you located?

Just south of--
[ Indistinct ]

- Terrific. We'll see you then.
- Bye-bye now.

Helicopter ride?
That sounds fun.

Pull over.

- Pee break?
- We need a ride
your friends haven't seen.

- I'm going car shopping.
- Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shooting someone
on the highway in the middle
of the afternoon?

That's a bad idea.
I didn't ask for your opinion.

You drop a body
on the highway,
someone's gonna see it.

That means cops.
That means manhunt.

- You want to
get away clean, right?
- And what do you suggest?

** [ Stereo: Country ]

Hey. How you doing?
[ Man ]
You okay?

Yeah. Well, you can see
we got a flat here,

and, uh, the stupid jack
is busted.

And problem is, my wife
has heatstroke, and the heat's
getting pretty bad here, so--

I got a jack.
You can use mine.
Oh, great. Thanks, man.

Appreciate it.
Thanks for stopping.
We sure appreciate that.

[ Door Closes ]

- Ow! What the hell?
If you want my--
- Stay quiet.

We only have a few seconds,
so you can't ask any questions.

Now that woman over there--
she kidnapped me.
She's got a gun.

Are you gonna kill me?
No questions.

Okay, now, there's a guy
who's gonna find you.
His name is Michael Westen.

And when he does,
you're gonna say
"Helicopter tour."

Got that? Repeat it.
Helicopter tour.

- I'll be taking these.
- Do we have a problem?

No. We have keys. I was just
thanking our friend here for
generously donating his truck.

We appreciate it, sir.

Was that really necessary?
Shove him in the trunk
of the car.

Let's get the hell out of here.

All right. Figure we left the
house 15 minutes after they did.
Sam's trying to stall.

You're driving... fast.

Wish we had some way
of knowing we were still
on their tail.

Like Rebecca's car?

That'll work.

- [ Banging ]
- [ Muffled Shouting ]

[ Trunk Pops ]

She wanted to kill me.
I could tell.

There wasn't nothing
behind those eyes.
Like a damn barracuda.

What about the guy with her?
Did he say anything?

- That depends.
You Michael Westen?
- Yeah.

He said to tell you,
"Helicopter tour."

She was closing in--
Did I mention her eyes?

[ Jesse ]
Yeah. Like a barracuda.
You did.

Tell you what. Here.
You sit tight.
We'll get you a cab.

Get yourself
a steak dinner, okay?

The closest helicopter
tour place is in Flamingo.
It's about an hour away.

An hour away?
Take Old Porter Road.
You could make it there in 40.

Get some dessert too.

[ Sam ]
Rebecca, I know
you're not a big talker,

but I gotta ask,
why you doing this?

Mike showed me your C.I.A. file.
You were a model agent.

Is this where you tell me
that deep down inside,
I'm just a Girl Scout?

I just figured you were
smart enough to realize that
your buddy Anson is on the run.

He's out of strings to pull,
and here you are sticking
with the losing team.

Seems like you're forgetting
who's holding the gun.

Honestly, I just don't
understand the guy's appeal.
And what's the big picture here?

- You try and take out Fi--
- Okay, okay.
Enough with the questions.

- Step on it.
- You sure?

I said step on it.

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Michael Narrating ] There's
a reason spies try to stick to
the speed limit in operations.

When the stakes
are high enough,

a simple speeding ticket
can be a life-or-death matter
for you--

or for the police officer
who's just trying to do his job.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Sam ]
You said step on it.

- [ Chatter On Police Radio ]
- I knew I should have shot
that fisherman.

If he reported
this truck stolen--

[ Sam ]
We took his phone,
and we left him in a trunk.

You think he reported us
with telepathy?

We'd know for sure
if he was dead.
Just relax.

The officer's just making us
sweat a little.

Either you
get rid of him, or I do.

Okay.
Just let me deal with this.

License and registration.
Good afternoon, Officer.
How you doing?

There you go.

Sam Axe, hmm?
Yes, sir.

Can I ask why
you're driving a truck that
belongs to... Edward Rousch?

Oh, well, Ed's my boss.
I'm just borrowing it.

Then we need to
give him a call.

Um-- Okay, well,
that's a problem,

see, 'cause if Ed finds out
about this car,

he'll know where his wife is.

Now I'm sure you get
an earful all day long
about people's sob stories--

Don't bother.
You were driving 25 miles
over the speed limit.

What are we gonna do?
Ed's gonna lose it.

Don't worry about it.
We will get you...

to your sister's
or someplace safe.

Okay? Her husband
has a horrible temper.

Sorry. Not my concern.

He's gonna kill me
if he finds me this time.

I'm dead.

Look. I know it was a bad idea
to take Ed's truck,
but mine was in the shop,

and, well, just--

After seeing a lady like this,
sweet and innocent,

getting knocked around
like that, you think I'm just
gonna sit on my hands?

Officer, please.
Look, this one time,
if you could just...

look the other way,
boy, we would sure
appreciate it.

[ Sighs ]

Just watch the lead foot,
will ya?

[ Sam ] Yes, sir.
I'm not the only cop
on the road.

Thank you, Officer.

There you go.
Not even a ticket.

Now you gonna go back
to threatening the guy
who just saved your ass?

Stop fishing for compliments.
Let's get going.

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

I do love winning, but it's
less fun if you aren't paying
enough attention to notice.

The guards don't even
look at those two.

The sisters don't get watched.
They don't get searched either.

They could own the whole block
with what they've got
in their cells.

And those guards know it.
They're just too scared or
too dirty to go looking for it.

What if their cells
did get tossed?
What then?

Those two would be getting
their meals through
the chuck hole for months.

But the only way
that's gonna happen
is a block-wide shakedown.

You get enough guards down here
at once, all bets are off.

Sounds like I need a shakedown.
Can you arrange that?

Could I? Sure.

Will I? Hell no.

No reason to lose
everything in my cell.

I would compensate you
for your losses.

Listen, criminal,
I like you,
but I like my business more.

Your move.

You have to have a price.

Fine.
Maybe there is something.

You got people in Miami, right?

My ex-husband
has this package.

Need it picked up,
delivered here.

A package?
What's the catch?

The catch is my ex.
Winner of biggest bastard
in Florida, 40 years running.

My friends
are very resourceful.

My deliveries come in
through the 9:00 a.m.
guard shift change.

If my package
makes it here by then,
you'll get your shakedown.

- And the sisters-- they'll be
on their way to the hole.
- Deal.

[ Phone Rings ]

Hello?

[ Woman ] You have
a collect call from an inmate
at Allarod Federal Penitentiary.

This call will be recorded
and monitored.

Press 1 to accept.
[ Beeps ]

- Fiona, honey?
- Madeline, it's good
to hear your voice.

You too!
Are you okay?

You know how Michael is.
I barely got
two words out of him.

I'm fine.

I need to get
a message to Michael.
It's urgent.

Honey, Michael's in
the Everglades working on, uh,

well, something
we probably shouldn't be
talking about on this line.

This has to happen fast,
otherwise--
Okay, listen.

Give me the details,
all right?
We'll work it out.

He needs to pick up a package
and bring it to the prison.

[ Michael ]
All right.
Swamp Hawks Helicopter Tours.

Looks like
we got here first.

This place
couldn't be worse for
setting a trap to grab Sam.

Maybe if we hide
behind that shack?

[ Michael ]
Not enough cover.
Maybe those trees?

[ Jesse ]
Nah. They won't pass
close enough to the trees.

You're right.
We need to get to that chopper.

Okay.
I think the pilot might have
something to say about that.

I'll take care of him.
You hide the car.

- Afternoon.
How's it going?
- Can I help you?

Yep.
Derek Huber, F.A.A.

Bill Padover.
What's going on?

Some ridiculous complaints.
Thought I'd come down here
and check it out in person.

[ Chuckles ]
Complaints?
About me?

Yeah. Clipping trees,
landing near power lines--
that kind of thing.

- What?
- I already pulled
your file, Bill.

-This doesn't
sound like you at all.
-Exactly. I would never do that.

Who made those complaints?
Oh, some folks
last week...

from up north?

Uh, the c-couple from Virginia?

Couple from Virginia.
They also reported that
you had booze on your breath.

They said I was drunk?
Bill, I'm on your side.

It's their word against ours.

Help me fill out this report.
You got your level five?

- My level five?
That's at home.
- Oh, you better go get it.

- Now? No, I have a tour.
- Already postponed it.

Talked to the gal
at the front desk.

Good news is
she's got your back. Disputed
the worst of the complaints.

Worst complaints?
What are you talking about?

You don't even
want to know, Bill.

These jackasses don't realize
your career is at stake!

Clock's ticking.
How long is it gonna take you
to get to your house?

[ Sighs ]
I can be back in 45 minutes.

Let's do it.
Thanks for your help.

Sure.

[ Engine Starts ]

Thanks for driving.
Let's go.

- Where are we flying to?
- I'll worry about that.

- Okay.
- First we get out of here, then
I'll figure out what's next.

You just smile
and be on your best behavior.

Or you shoot me?
Honey, you're learning.

Hi. Welcome to Swamp Hawks.
Y'all have an appointment?

Yes. Hi.
I called earlier.
Becky Buckner.

Oh, sure thing.
Oh, this must be your husband.
Hi there. I'm Marydale.

Hi. I'm Chuck.
Nice to meet you.

Well, your copter
is spit-polished
and all ready to go,

so you just have to fill out
a little paperwork, please.

Oh. Uh, well, Becky just loves
paperwork, don't you, dear?

Oh, well, that's okay, Chucky.
You can just
take care of this one for me.

Is the chopper fully fueled
in case we want to
stay out longer?

Uh, okay. Can do.

Costs a little extra,
but you can't put a price
on a memory.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Well, neither of us
are gonna forget today.

That's for sure.
That's right.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As any crisis negotiator knows,

only about one in five hostages
survives a rescue attempt.

If you're the hostage,
you'd like to
improve those odds,

which means figuring out where
your rescue's coming from...

and getting yourself
out of the line of fire.

Of course,
if your captor is every bit
as trained as you are,

even the slightest attempt
to adjust your position
might be noticed.

Don't you want to walk
next to me, Chuck,
on such a special day?

Marydale, is there any chance
we can get a photo with
the pilot before we take off?

You know, for the scrapbook.
Oh, of course, sweetie.
Bill, come out for a photo.

Bill, you got cotton
in your ears?

I don't know
what's up with Bill.

I might have an idea.

[ Marydale Screams ]
Oh, my God!

[ Marydale Screams ]

You know the problem
with our relationship?

I hate your friends.
Come on.

Jesse, run!

[ Engine Starts ]

You trying
to make me shoot you?

All you had to do
was get on that chopper.

Oh, yeah.
I'm supposed to trust you,
right?

Yeah, it worked out great
for the prison guard,
didn't it?

- Not to mention anyone who
ran into your friend Anson.
- He's not my friend.

Oh, yeah. Okay.
Your friend, your--
Your partner, whatever.

We all know what happens
when you're done with people.

I can be done
with you right now.

Yeah, you know what?
Maybe you should just go ahead
and pull that trigger.

That way
you won't have anything
to hold over Mike anymore,

and you can just add me
to that list of bodies
you've been dropping.

Shut up. Shut up.
How many is it, huh?

I said shut up!
You think you know me?
You don't know anything.

I never wanted any of this.
I work for Anson
because if I don't,

my brother dies.

- I didn't know that.
- Shut up.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Damn it.

I'll see if I can
slow her down.

Hold on.

Hang on.

[ Jesse ] Easy, Mike.
This thing is held together
with duct tape.

[ Michael ]
She's not getting away.

Rocks! Rocks!

- [ Engine Pops ]
- [ Jesse ]
That does not sound good.

[ Michael ]
It'll be okay.

[ Jesse ]
And there goes the radiator.

Damn it!

Look, Mike, seriously,
it's time to call the C.I.A.

We're not calling the C.I.A.!
We're not calling the police!

She sees a roadblock,
she kills Sam.
He's better off on his own.

Well, in case
you hadn't noticed,
right now, he is on his own.

- That's why we need to
fix the car and find him.
- Right. Right.

Well, the good news is
we got her cornered
in the world's biggest swamp.

A little help?
[ Sighs ]

- [ Buzzer Sounds ]
- [ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

[ Sighs ]

I made the call.
You'll get your package.

Look at you.
A mover and a shaker.

I guess the question is,
when's it getting here?

Well, I told them
about the shift change,
but it may take a little longer.

Whenever's fine with me.
I got nothing but time.

But if it gets here after 9:00,
you'll be spending another day
dodging the sisters.

Oh, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I need the cell tossed
as soon as possible.

If you can call
for the shakedown first--

That's not how
it happens, criminal.

-Do you think I built this
business by working on credit?
-We're only talking a few hours.

We're not changing the deal.

And a little
free business advice--

never negotiate
from a position of weakness.

I hope your friends
are as good as you say.

[ Phone Beeping ]
[ Chattering ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Michael's Voice ]
Leave a message.

[ Beeps ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Knocking ]

You lost, Grandma?
Um, you don't know me.

Ayn sent me.
I'm here--

I know what you're here for.

Come in.

Thank you.

So, uh, do you have it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Of course.

So, how you know Ayn?

Oh, uh, she's...
a friend of a friend.

Would you mind?
Could I have
one of your cigarettes?

Sure.
You can have a cigarette.
Thanks.

But you know
what you can't have?

You can't have the package.

[ Groans ]
What was Ayn thinking, huh?

Sending an old lady?
She thought I was gonna
feel sorry for you?

Look, I can't
leave here without it.

If you need money, I can--
Shut up!

That last guy who came here
for this package...

left here
without his teeth.

[ Cackles ]

Don't worry.

I'm gonna leave your teeth
right where they are.

You can give
Ayn a message
for me.

Tell that bitch
if she wants
her stuff,

she better come
and get it
herself.

Now get out of here.

- Looks like we found a ride.
- Uh, something tells me...

those airboats
are not for sale.

Oh, I'm a pretty good
negotiator.
Oh, boy.

What now?

You see the industrial
air filtration system?
The chemical vats?

That means our rednecks
are either opening up
a dry cleaners...

in the middle
of fricking nowhere,
or they're cooking meth,

which means,
after they shoot you
in the face,

they're not gonna be
too friendly to the guy
zip-tied in the truck.

If I'm shot in the face,
I don't think I'll care too much
how nice they are to you.

Okay, wait. How about
if we come up with a plan...

where nobody gets dead, okay?

Just wait
for the rednecks to go back
inside their crappy trailer,

and we'll pretend
that it's a-- a police raid.

Actually, I got a better idea.
And you'll be happy to know
it doesn't involve guns.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The standard
M112 demolition charge...

contains 1.25 pounds of C-4.

When the charge is detonated,

the explosive is converted
into compressed gas,

and the shock wave rips
through anything within 16 feet.

Which means that
if five of those charges
are in your backpack,

anyone within a city block
is in your blast radius too.

[ Chattering ]

- Hey.
- What the--

Who's that?

[ Guns Cocking ]

Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, guys, easy.
Stay right there.

Don't shoot.

Didn't you see the sign?
Oh, yeah. I saw the sign.

But, guys, we need to talk.

- You must have a death wish.
- Uh, no. No. Not at all.

I just think the best way
to explain things to you guys
is to look in my backpack.

And... be gentle.

What the hell is it?

Uh, well, that's
five bricks of C-4.

- Huh?
- That's enough explosive
to make a very big crater...

right where we're standing...

and leave tiny pieces of us
all over your property.

And you want to know
the bad news?

The bad news is,
I don't even have the detonator.
[ Chuckles ]

Psycho woman over there
in the truck--
She decides when we go boom.

So you think
you can walk in here
with that bomb and rip us off?

No, see, here's the thing.
She doesn't want your guns...

or your drugs
or your chemistry set.

She just wants an airboat...

and for you guys to clear out
until after we're gone.

Sounds to me like
you're giving us orders--
on our property!

Well--
[ Gunshots ]

Whoa!

- [ Shouting ]
- Get over there! Move!

- Look out!
- [ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ]

Make her stop
shooting, right now!

I can't!
If she blows us all up,
it's your fault.

I told you to run!

[ Man ]
Move it! Move it!

[ Gunshots Continue ]

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ Man ]
Get down!

Move!
[ Gunshots ]

Okay, you can stop
with the shooting!

[ Gunshot, Ricochet ]

No one got dead.
Congrats.

In retrospect,
I like your first plan better.

Well,
there's always next time.

I'm gonna go
check on our ride.
Oh, and, uh, dear?

Don't do anything stupid.

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Hello?
- Yeah. Mike, it's me.
We only have a couple seconds.

- Are you okay? Where are you?
- Okay, listen real careful.

You take the first left
past mile marker 17.

You go a couple of miles,
and you take a right,
then you take the third left.

You go down about a half a mile.

You're gonna see
a No Trespassing sign
on a property near the water.

- That's your gate.
- All right.
We'll find you.

Mike, we're not
gonna be here long,

so if we're not here,
call the C.I.A., call anyone,

but we're gonna be
in an airboat.

No, Sam.
We make those calls and--

Mike,
I'm gonna be dead either way.

Just get here as soon
as you can, okay, brother?

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Line Ringing ]

This is Elsa.
Get to it.

Hey, Elsa.
It's, uh, Sammy.

[ Voice Breaking ]
Listen, um--

I don't think
I can get there for dinner
tonight, so, uh--

I mean, I'll try
and call you later, but--

In case I don't, uh,

I just wanted to say
I-- I love you, baby.

[ Pistol Cocks ]
[ Beeps ]

And now you're
calling other girls?

Here I thought
we had something special.

[ Gunshot ]

- You sure it was
the third left?
- I'm sure.

Hang on.

Hold on. Right there.
Right there.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam.

Sam. Sam.

Sam.
[ Groans ]

You okay?

[ Groans ]
Yeah, I'm okay,
but Rebecca, she--

- She's chartered a boat.
You guys can catch her.
- I'm on it. I'm on it.

- Where the hell's the--
- What are you looking for?

It was a backpack thingy.
It had a bomb in it.
She made me wear it.

She might have
taken it with her.
Oh, crap.

Mike, how bad is it?
Is Elsa gonna freak out?

- No, it looks fine.
- Thank God
she didn't hit my chin.

[ Airboat Engine Whirring ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Airboats are built light, with
the least material possible,

which is great
if you want to skim
quickly across the water.

But it's problematic
in a gunfight when you don't
have anything to hide behind.

You want to make sure
you fire first and last.

Of course,
there's no need to hide...

when you've been
chasing a decoy.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Jesse?

She's not on the boat.
She rigged it somehow.

Where'd she go?
I have no idea,
but she's not here.

Well, if she's not on the boat,
how did she--

Mike. Mike, you there?

[ Phone Beeps ]
Sam.

I think I found
where the backpack bomb is.

Rebecca!

Rebecca, you win!

I'm putting the gun
on the ground!

Don't worry.

I wasn't gonna detonate it
until you got a little closer.

[ Beeps ]
Get a little closer.

I'm the one that you want.
Let Sam go.

No, Mike. Stay there.
Rebecca, listen to me.
You're making a big mistake.

Sorry, Sam.
You're too late.

Just listen to me!

You hate Anson.

You hate him at least
as much as we do.
I saw it in your eyes.

But he's desperate now,
so how's this gonna end?

He's either gonna kill you,
or he's gonna keep using
your brother to manipulate you.

Don't talk about my brother!
He's got nothing
to do with this!

He's got everything
to do with it.

Let us help you.
Help us take Anson down.

- We'll keep your brother safe.
- You think I'm gonna trust you?

Come on.
You don't want to do this.

You didn't shoot me in the car.
You didn't blow me up
an hour ago.

Enough!
You don't know me.

I do, Rebecca. I know you
better than you think.

I know what it's like to save
someone close to you...

by selling your soul
a piece at a time.

I know what it feels like...

to wonder
if there is a way out.

You say you can't trust us.

You can trust us
a hell of a lot more
than you can trust Anson.

But there's only one way
to finish this for good.

We have to
take him down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong.

There's nothing I won't do.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Well, that was easy.

Michael, you've been
driving all night. You haven't
even changed your clothes.

- Are you sure
you want to do this?
- Knock on the door,

let him see you
and step to the side.

Fiona said 9:00 a.m.
Even if we left in five minutes,
it's not gonna be enough--

Knock on the door,
let him see you
and step to the side.

[ Chuckles ]
Back again.

You must not like
your teeth much, huh?

[ Groans ]

- Where's the package?
- What package?

[ Groans ]
Where is it?

There!
The left drawer!

It's locked.
Where's the key?

Okay, okay, okay!
The jar.
There. There.

[ Groans, Yelps ]

I got it.

It better be
the right key.
Yeah.

Is this it?
Is this Ayn's?

Yeah!
Michael, let's go.

Michael,
we've gotta go now!

- [ Bone Snaps ]
- [ Screams ]

- What the hell was that for?
- That was for my mom.

[ Groaning ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Chattering ]

- [ Male Guard ]
You back in D Block?
- [ Female Guard ] Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are certain fights
you can't hope to win.

Your only goal
is to not lose too badly.

[ Male Guard ]
Copy that. Let's get 'em
moving, all right?

Surviving a beating
from multiple attackers...

is about avoiding
the worst blows.

You protect your head,
do your best
to stay on your feet...

and, most of all,
you hope for a miracle.

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- [ Man On P.A. ] Cellblock 9,
complete lockdown.

Cell check.
Against the wall.
Against the wall. Now.

- [ Man #2 ] Clear! Clear!
- [ Man #1 ]
Back it up. Back it up.

- Back against the wall.
- [ Man #2 ]
Move it. Move!

[ Man #1 ]
Against the wall.
Toss 'em real good, gentlemen.

[ Man #2 ]
Against the wall.

[ Man ]
We got multiple weapons.

[ Alarm Continues ]

- Oh, you bitch!
- [ Switchblade Clicks ]

- Don't do it.
Don't do it.
- [ Whistles Blowing ]

Relax.
On your knees.

Stand up. Stand up.

Get up!
You're dead! You are so dead!

Relax!
Get off of me!

That was really stupid.

[ Alarm Continues ]
Relax.

I'm glad you made it,
criminal.

Your people took their
sweet time with my delivery.

And what were they
delivering exactly?

It must have been important
to be worth
losing your stash.

It was.

You know, I've been thinking
about that damn package
for the last 24 hours.

The least you can do
is tell me what was in it.

This was my mother's.

It's beautiful.

She died while I was in here.

Only person who ever really
loved me, and I couldn't
even go to her funeral.

That's all she had to leave me.

They gave it to Eddie
since we never got
a real divorce.

He wouldn't give it to me.
Blames me for his brother dying.

Why?

'Cause I shot him.

I have
one more question for you.

Sorry. You're way past
your quota for the day.

You said that the box
had to arrive before
the 9:00 a.m. shift change.

There's no way
it got here in time.

Maybe it did.

Or maybe I thought
I'd see if I remember
what trust feels like.

You guys wanted
the impossible task,
you got it.

This photo was taken
six months ago.

It's my brother Trent.

You have to find him.

And you can't tell the C.I.A.
about any of this because...

they're not my biggest fans.

All righty.
Little game of global manhunt.

Let's get started.
Who took the photo?

No idea.
Anson sent it to me.
He sent me all these photos.

Trent lived in Miami
until three years ago,

and then he had to go
off the grid.

And only that bastard Anson
knows where he is.

I have tried every possible way
of tracking him down,

but if Anson even so much
as sees me looking,

Trent's dead.

We'll find your brother.

You better.