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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 ]
I know where we can find
Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?

He's picking up a package
tomorrow in a motel
in Atlantic City.

[ Michael ]
Nate, you're the only one
who can get to Anson...

before he escapes.

[ People Chattering, Screaming ]

Get up. Get up!

- We got him, man.
- [ Michael ]
It is about time.

[ Gunshot ]

No. Nate!

Nate!

I need to find
who killed my brother.
I'm not giving up on this.

I did some poking
around the F.B.I.

Turns out a buddy of the Bureau
might be willing to share
Nate's file on the D.L.

If you can get that F.B.I. file
on Nate's murder,

I can run down leads with Jesse.

Sniper rifle used to kill Nate
was made by Meyerson Industries.

We find that gun,
that'd be a good start.

We can't just ask them
who they sold their gun to.

Well, not directly,
but there are other ways
to get information.

Like?
Blackmail.

[ Jesse ]
V.P. of sales
is the son of the founder.

[ Hand Slaps ]
[ Woman ]
Oh!

He's a blackmailer's dream.
He loves to par-tay.

Are you blackmailing me?
[ Jesse ]
Yeah.

So what do you want?

I want the records of every
sniper rifle you sold
in the last 12 months.

The sale order shows the gun
was shipped to the Pryon Group.

It's a private
security firm upstate.

And whoever took that gun
used it to shoot Nate.

If we can find out
who had access to that gun,

we can find Nate's killer.

Boom.

Everything there
is to know about Jack Vale,
C.E.O. of the Pryon Group.

The good news is, Vale's
security is airtight,

so there's no way
that gun just walked off one
of his training facilities.

Which means the man
who killed Nate will be
on the books, somewhere.

We need to get
into their system.

We have approximately
a snowball's chance in hell
of getting past that firewall.

Vale's system makes the Pentagon
look like Disneyland.

Then we skip the computers
and we go directly to Vale.

[ Sam ] Sounds good,
but how do you approach
a guy like that?

[ Sighs ]
Probably best to go in...

as someone in the market
for private military services.

Do you think that you could
set up a dummy corporation?

[ Sam ]
Sure, but the thing is, even if
we get Mike the meeting--

Vale's a guy who hangs out
with billionaires.
You know, with a "B."

Well, I was hoping
we could talk
to your girlfriend,

help me look the part?

I just need to borrow
a few accessories.

I hate this so much already.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're posing
as a potential client...

of a private military company,
it doesn't pay to be subtle.

A private army
is a very high-dollar item,

and the people who rent them
tend to be superrich
and not afraid to show it.

It's an expensive cover I.D.,

but if you do it right,
it's worth every penny.

You want your target focused
less on your credentials...

and more
on the make of your watch
and the size of your wallet.

Mr. Krueger.

Jack Vale.
Good to meet you.
And you must be--

Charles Finley,
Mr. Krueger's associate.

This is Andrew Thompson.
He's my regional manager
for the Eastern Seaboard.

He'll be handling
the day-to-day
of your account.

It's good to meet you.
It's a beautiful machine
you have there.

You should see it
at 180 miles an hour.

[ All Laughing ]

Really appreciate you guys
coming down to Miami.

No problem at all.
How long you all
been down here?

- I'm surprised I haven't
heard of your outfit.
- I take that as a compliment.

Not being heard of
is part of our business model.

- [ Chuckles ]
- Mine too.

Well, drinks ain't
gonna find us.
Shall we sit?

[ Sam ] We've had insurgents
firing on our oil fields
from a mile out, Mr. Vale.

Can your outfit handle
that kind of thing?

Engaging at that distance
won't be a problem.

We've got snipers
who can shoot the tail feathers
off a hawk from two miles away.

Perfect. When can I review
my personnel options?

Uh, that's a bit sticky,
I'm afraid.

We've got a strict
confidentiality policy.

Protects the employees
and the client.

We understand that, sir.
We're just not comfortable
with it.

Listen, if you
want grunts with guns,
you don't need Pryon.

I get the best in the world
because they trust me
to protect their privacy.

But I promise you...

I can and will build a team
that meets your needs.

Mr. Vale, when I'm about to give
a man a $42 million contract,

I expect to see
what my money pays for.

Now, if you're
uncomfortable with that,

I can take
my business elsewhere.

That's too bad. Charles.

Hold on now.
Hold on.

My mama raised
a reasonable man.

Tell you what.

I'll have Thompson here take you
around one of our facilities.

South Carolina's
training now.

Perfect.

That way you can see
how our men prepare for duty.

- It should put
your minds at ease.
- That would be acceptable.

Good. Thompson will be in touch.

Lunch is taken care of.

"Acceptable"?
Mike, unless we happen
to run into somebody...

with a name tag that says,
"Hi. My name is the guy
that killed Nate,"

this tour's gonna
be a waste of time.

Maybe not.
Thompson was eyeing my Rolex
like he wanted to eat it.

- You think he's the weak link?
- He looks
pretty breakable to me.

[ Line Ringing ]
[ Fiona ]
Hello, Michael.

Fi, how does a weekend
in South Carolina sound?

It's not Paris,
but there will be lots of guns.

Sounds lovely,
but we may not be available.

Guess who just dropped
by for a visit.

The C.I.A.

What? Who?
Manaro and Bailey.

Now, are they not
the same two idiots
that nearly got Sam killed?

Put 'em on speaker.

I don't know what you guys
are trying to drag me into.

But, Manaro, forget it.
I'm busy.
Oh, come on.

We're not here to drag you
into anything, Westen.

We're here for our newest asset.
Newest asset?

Manaro, what are you
talking about?

I'm talking about your
girlfriend, Fiona Glenanne.

Fi isn't working for you.
End of story.

Damn straight. You guys
almost got me killed twice.

And now
you're coming after Fi?

Back off. Axe, this is
none of your business.

The hell it isn't!
She's my friend too.

And last time I checked,
I'm the resident expert
on you two idiots.

You remember Colombia?
Do you remember that?

Yeah.
Yeah. I remember you
shot at me.

Pretty much got us kicked
out of our jobs--
Tied us up,

stole our helicopter.
for a couple months there.

And then I saved
your sorry butts.
And let's not forget.

I got back your damn
Predator drone.

Oh, wow.
You didn't--

- Who loses a Predator drone?
- Guys, guys. Guys!

You're wrong, unfortunately.

- They can make me
work for them.
- What are you talking about?

This contract
that she signed in order
to get out of prison...

says she works
for the C.I.A.
whenever we want.

Maybe Agent Pearce let it slide,
but she's not around anymore.

So Glenanne
either works with us
or she goes back to prison.

[ Bailey ]
Any questions?

Good.

This is Vincent Durov.

He runs an aerospace company
in the Ukraine,

and he takes his winters
here on South Beach.

[ Manaro ] He's dabbled
in the black market for years--
spare parts, engines.

But he never sold
to terrorists
or enemy nations.

Something tells me
that has changed.

We have an asset who
tells us he's about to sell...

some highly
sensitive ballistics tech
to some very bad people.

But our asset doesn't know
who's buying or when.

So we got
to do this quick.

Durov leaves Miami
on Tuesday,

- so we need the what, when and
where on this deal by then.
- [ Chuckles ]

Your asset got you this far.
Why do you need me?

The intel is in his safe.
Our asset is his girlfriend.

Cute, but not much
of a safecracker.

This isn't about
cracking a safe.

If it was,
you wouldn't be here.

We already sent
in a field op,

but he, uh,
washed up on Miami Beach...

with an extra hole
in his head.

Wait. Durov already knows
that someone's after him,

and you expect me
to pull this off by Tuesday?

It'll be fine.
We'll support you.
We'll have your back.

Yeah, until she's
no longer mission critical.

Then you'll run
like scared little girls.

Sam, don't worry.

They won't be the only ones
supporting her.
I'm in on this job with you.

- No.
- I said I'm in.

Jesse and I can deal
with all the other stuff.

Fine.

Just stay out of our way.
Let us do our job.

Do your job, and there
won't be a problem.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the biggest challenges
in covert operations...

is working with civilian assets.

It's often as much about keeping
the asset from falling apart...

- as it is about
gathering intelligence.
- Hey!

Kind of like babysitting,
only with a gun to your head.

Listen to me.
Relax. Act normal.
You don't understand.

I didn't sign up
for any of this.
Believe me, I do understand.

They're gonna get me killed.
I'll get you out
the minute the job is done.

I promise.
Yeah?

I've heard that before
from the last guy,
and now he's dead.

And you're alive.
Durov underestimates you.

Chances are he'll
underestimate me too.

Look, as long as you help me
sell this, we'll be fine.

Now, I reviewed your history
on the way over here.

You modeled in Milan?
Two years ago.

Good. I did some, uh--
some work there myself.
I know the city well.

We'll tell Durov that we
worked in fashion together,

and I need a place
to stay for a few days.

Can you do that?

Salud.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy,
deep-cover assignments...

often mean going into enemy
territory alone and unarmed.

If you want to survive,

you better have
a support team you can trust
watching your back.

All right.
Mikes and cameras are hot.

Angie.

Phoebe,
I'm so glad you're here.

You look fantastic.
So do you.

It's good to see you.
You good?

- You're doing great.
- Ma'am, stay here. We're
gonna have to search you.

They just have to look
through your stuff.
Vincent's rules.

You think the guards are buying
their girlfriend routine?
They've got this.

Yeah, a security thing.

He'll tell you all about
how top secret his work is
if you ask him, but I wouldn't.

Boring.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Modifications like
nitrous oxide injectors...

and ultralight
carbon-fiber bodywork
are great in movies,

but in real life,
spies need cars...

that won't raise suspicions
if they're searched.

The speed, power
and handling you need...

had better come
factory installed,

because if the wrong person
gets curious,

it could mean
a bullet to the head.

Arms up, please, miss.
I need to pat you down.

Antonio, I can handle this.

Hey, baby.

This is Phoebe.

Pleasure.
It's so nice to meet you.

Angie's told me all about
her Prince Charming.

I'm no prince, but I can
occasionally be charming.

I must apologize
for the security.

I'm afraid
it's become a necessity.

[ Gasps ]

She's clean.
I checked every inch of her.

Looks like she's in.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The private military industry...

is worth 100 billion a year
worldwide and growing.

It's secretive, well-armed...

and almost
completely unregulated
by international law.

Which is great if you need
to hire your own private army,

but not so good
if you need to steal
their classified intelligence.

Which means sometimes
you have to rely
on your powers of persuasion.

[ Thompson ]
Of course this is
just one of our camps.

Our men also cycle through
our urban and desert training.

Yes, it's
a rigorous training program.
I can see that.

But it won't be enough.

My boss is still gonna need
to know more about your guys.

I think Mr. Vale
was pretty clear.

We don't reveal
the identities of our men.

[ Exhales, Chuckles ]
I knew this would be
a waste of time.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Look, I'm just
thinking out loud here,

but perhaps a side deal
could get this done--

you know, a little, uh--
a little arrangement.

What are you trying to say?

Just that we can
make this worth your while,
if you know what I mean.

Yes, I do.
You're trying to pay me off,
aren't you?

- [ Jesse ] Whoa.
- Why would you
even suggest that?

No one is suggesting anything.

- My associate just misspoke,
that's all.
- Right.

Well, make sure
you don't misspeak again.

If Vale even suspected
something like this,
I'd be a lot worse than fired.

Say no more.
It's totally my bad. I'm sor--

Oh, uh, you know, we may have
to finish this up tomorrow.

Oh, yeah. We-- We have--
We have a conference call.

We can meet you
in the afternoon.

That can be arranged.

Very good. Thank you, sir.
All right.

That went well.
You think he's
gonna report us?

We'd have an M4
shoved in our faces
if that's what he was gonna do.

No. Let him feel
self-righteous for a night.

It'll help us tomorrow.

Okay, that guard
is staying put for a while.

It's action time.
"Action time"?

Did they teach you that
at Langley?

Just... call her, Westen.

Okay, I'm gonna
"action time" it now.

- [ Chuckling ]
- [ Phone Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Michael.

Fi, you ready to make
the approach to the office?

Ready. We clear?

Yeah, we're about as clear
as we're gonna get.

- And Durov?
- He's in a meeting
across town until 4:00.

You should be fine as long as
you don't fall asleep in there.

If he catches us--
We're gonna be fine.

Stay with me, okay?

You sure we're clear?

Once I start this,
I can't bail out.

Just get in there,
Glenanne.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The easiest way to open
a door with an electric lock...

is to cut
the electricity--

unless your target
has a fail-secure door...

designed to stay locked
during a power outage.

To get past a fail-secure door,
you can try to steal
the entry code,

but if you have access to
the manufacturer's schematics,

it's much easier to wire in
a duplicate circuit...

and trip the lock yourself.
[ Beeps ]

Nice toys. I could get used
to having a C.I.A. tech team
at my beck and call.

You two work freelance?

No, Glenanne.
We work for the C.I.A.

Of course. If you
worked freelance,
you could afford better suits.

Michael, we're in.

It's a reinforced floor safe.

The wheel is serrated
with false tumbler notches.
I'm gonna have to drill it.

It might have
a relocker too.

If you can find
the serial number, we can
get the drill-point diagram.

We're gonna have to.

We're not gonna get in
any other way.

[ Michael ]
What the hell is that?

I think we have a problem.
I think that's Durov's car.

- That is definitely--
- What?

You said he
was at a meeting.
He is.

I mean,
he was supposed to be.
We hacked his schedule!

You didn't have anyone
surveilling the meeting?

It is a multinational
computer chip company.

We don't have authorization
for that kind
of surveillance.

Fi, get out now. Durov's back.

What?
Manaro said--

Fi, they screwed up.

Damn. Fi, Durov's got
his briefcase out.

Chances are he's
coming right at you,
so get out of there now.

No, not until I get
what I came for.

I'm not gonna do this again.
What's going on?

The C.I.A. employs idiots.
That's what's going on.
Durov's headed this way.

Oh, my God.
We've got to get out of here.

Stay calm.
You can't panic now.

Fi!
I got it.

Alpha-kilo-echo,

1-0-1-2-8-2-9-1.

Got it.
Got it. Get out now. Go.

If he sees us,
we're dead.

Not if you help me talk
our way out of this.

I told them I'm not
going to waste my time
if they can't deliver.

If he wants another meeting,
he can lower his price.

I'll call you back.

- There you are.
- Angela, what are
you doing here?

How many times
have I told you? This part
of the house is off-limits.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.

Off-limits? Even to us?

Yes, especially for you.

Who do you think you are,
snooping around my office?

- I should throw you--
- No, no.
You've got the wrong idea.

I-- I'm sorry, baby.

See, Phoebe just wanted
to play with us,

and you've been so nice
to let her stay, and...

I think she just got ideas.

I'm a little embarrassed
right now.
[ Laughs ]

Just a little bit
embarrassed.

Angie and I
used to party a lot.

I thought
that we would just--

Oh, God,
I misunderstood you.

There is a place for play
and a place for work.

- From now on,
you stay out of here.
- Hmm.

Both of you.
Mm-hmm.

I promise.

[ Keypad Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether you're
in a market in Syria...

or a boutique in Miami,

getting supplies
to operatives in the field
is always dangerous.

Often you have
to spot a contact,
arrange an excuse to approach...

and make a drop--

and do it all while looking
like you're just out
for a day's shopping.

[ Gasps ]
Oh, you have to try this.
Oh, it's perfect.

Go see what Vincent thinks.

Hey, baby, can you come
to the back with me?

I need your opinion
on this dress.

Where the hell have you been?
I've been dragging Durov
all over town.

Drill-point diagrams take time.

Go to Oak Tree Antiques next.
Buy something big.

We'll put the drill
inside the packages.

No.
What do you mean, no?

They'll find it.
The guards have been
checking every bag.

You don't understand. We have to
get into that safe today. If we
can't get those tools in there--

The tools aren't gonna do us
much good if I get shot
getting them in, are they?

They check the bags,
but they don't check
his car.

Tell Michael
we'll need a mechanic.

I'll let him know
when and--
A sabotage play?

No. No way.
It's too risky.

You two have nearly
got us killed already.
We're gonna do this my way.

I don't have
authorization for this.

How are we supposed
to get support teams in place?

We have to take our chances
with the shopping bags right--

In your dreams, creepo.

What are you doing?
I'm saving your ass.

You get out of here
and you tell Michael
what I said.

Vincent,
look what I found.
You like? I like.

Come look.

What was that?
Just get in the car.

Everything all right?

Oh, it's my strap
of my silly shoe.

[ Laughs ]

Allow me.
Oh, Vincent.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to successfully
bribing someone...

who resists an initial approach
is research and observation.

You need to know as much
as you can about your target--

his principles,
his weaknesses, his dreams.

With most by-the-book targets,

it's usually just a matter
of making them feel...

like they're not being paid
to do something wrong,

they're being rewarded
for doing something right.

Mr. Thompson, it's good
to see you again.

Listen, I have to apologize
for yesterday.

I screwed the pooch, and someone
told Mr. Krueger about it.

He was not happy.
My ears are still ringing.

So... I'm sorry.

- What's this?
- [ Jesse ]
This is the good stuff.

Fifty years old.
Mr. Krueger really wanted me
to make this right.

Of course, I had to pay
for the bottle myself.

A man pays you half a million
dollars a year, he expects you
to clean up your own mess.

Look, we're very sorry
if you were offended,

and if you were,
maybe a few shots of this
will help you forget it.

Oh, that's fine.
Don't worry about it.
Well, thanks.

And actually, Mr. Krueger
was very impressed with how
you handled this, so, uh--

Let's just cut to the chase.
Mr. K. wants you on board.

You serious?

You'd be entry level-like me--
Now, wait a second.

You guys really make
half a million dollars
at entry-level?

Don't let that scare you off.
We promote from within.
You'd hit the big money soon.

I'm sorry. I have
a three-year contract.
I can't accept.

Oh, well. Boss's orders.
We had to try.

So I guess we should
finish up the tour.

But first, how about
a taste of that scotch?

[ Laughs ]
Right this way, gentlemen.

I finally make it back.

And believe it or not,
they give me a medal.

No, they didn't!
Get out of here!

They never figured out it was me
who set the damn thing off
in the first place.

Oh, you're the man.

I love this guy.
How much do you
love this guy?

Krueger would too.
It's a damn shame you
can't take this job.

We got to find somebody soon
or we're gonna be screwed
in Dubai.

That is true.

You guys do
a lot of work in Dubai?
Oh, please.

[ British Accent ]
The Intercontinental there
is like my second home.

[ Chuckles ]
If you've never had a martini
from a six-star hotel,

you should,
because they're good.

Oh, I bet.

But Vale send me to Dubai? Ha!

Hey, you could always go
on Krueger's dime.

It's not too late.
Just saying.

Not for him, but it is for us.
We're wheels up in 45.

Oh, yikes.
We got to go.

Hey, it's been real, man.
Thank you for everything.

Anytime.

[ Snickering ]

You're crazy.
[ Laughing ]

I don't think
he's gonna go for it.
It's like buying a car.

They don't take you seriously
till you're walking
off the lot.

Hey.

About that job offer,
I'd, uh--

I'd love to get
a few more details.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Sabotage is most often used...

to destroy a target's vehicles,
but not always.

Simply damaging an enemy's car
can be very useful as well--
[ Engine Sputtering ]

as long as you can get
your own team in position
to do the repairs.

It was serviced
just last week.
I-- I don't know what's wrong.

Well, clearly
something is wrong.

Call Gregor. Tell him
to pick us up in the Bentley.

Really? The Bentley
all the way from Coral Gables
in this traffic?

This could make it
to a service station.

We could grab a little lunch
while we wait.

I'm ravenous.

Aren't you ravenous?

Find a place.

There's a station
at Coral Way
and Southwest 42nd.

[ Durov ]
Good.

[ Phone Chirps ]

Ladies, we're going.

[ Tires Screech ]

[ Michael ]
We got less than five minutes
before Durov gets here.

We'll take care of the owner.
You get set up
to plant the tools.

Let's move!

Hello, Al.

What do you want?
What's he think he's doing?

We're with the C.I.A.
We need to make use
of your establishment.

It's a matter
of national security.

C.I.A.? What's the C.I.A.
doing in Miami?

That's classified.

Why do you need an auto shop
for something that's classified?

- Sir, that's need-to-know.
- And you do not need to know.

- Will you guys get rid of him?
They are coming!
- I'm on this.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

[ Bailey ]
There's no time
to explain to you right now.

There won't be
any damage to your place.
There'll be damage to you...

if you don't clear
out of here.
Hey, hey. Easy!

Hey now!
There's no call for--

For you to tell me
what to do!

[ Durov ]
Closed, of course.

Damn straight,
little man!

- Says it's open.
- [ Durov ]
Then where is everyone?

[ Michael ]
Look, we don't want
to hurt you. Enough.

[ Clattering ]

Come on!

What's going on?

[ Crash ]

Sorry, y'all. I was, uh--
I was cleaning up in the back.

What can I do you for?

[ Angela ] Hurry.
If we don't join Vincent soon,
he's gonna come looking for us.

Durov will know
something's up
if you're hyperventilating.

Calm down.

Calm down?
You almost got caught
just looking at the safe.

How are you gonna
have time to drill it?
[ Sighs ]

Why don't you let me
deal with that, huh?

For now, help me
with these tools.

Okay.

The drill is muffled,
but it'll still make
some noise.

You have to keep Durov
in the den
watching the game.

The louder, the better.
Timing is gonna be tight.

You just have
to remember to trigger
the alarms at exactly--

Quarter past. I know.

Hey. Living with Durov
was the hard part.

This is easy.

[ Beeps ]
Michael, we're all set.

How's the exit plan coming?
[ Michael ]
We'll be ready.

When the carbon monoxide
alarm goes off,

you'll evacuate
with the others.

Do you think
Angela will be able
to handle the alarms?

We've been over
the plan 50 times.

We'll see you soon.
[ Beeps ]

Are you ready
to ruin Durov's day?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Getting people
to evacuate a building...

is a lot harder
than you might think.

Most people don't pay
much attention to fire alarms
unless they see flames.

Carbon monoxide alarms,
on the other hand,

tend to get plenty
of attention.

People are reluctant
to ignore a threat...

that's invisible,
odorless and deadly.

And best of all,

any home with a gas line has
a built-in delivery system.

Do you have any idea how many
city ordinances we had to
violate for your little plan?

Hooking
into the gas lines.

You have a better idea
of getting them out
of the house?

If something explodes,
it's on you.
I'm not doing the paperwork.

If something explodes,
we're gonna have bigger
problems than paperwork.

[ Sam ]
There we go.
Welcome aboard.

I still have
to give Vale notice.

But, of course,
it's just formality.

- You might make that plane
to Dubai after all.
- [ Sam ] Definitely.

Now we just need to deal
with those personnel files,
and we can get going.

Personnel files?
What are you talking about?

You can't be the only worthwhile
recruit in this outfit.

We need a sniper team.

You want me
to poach men from Vale?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
You said--

We said that we needed a team.

I'm sorry.
I thought that was clear.

I'm sorry. I thought
I was clear too.

I'm not sharing
Pryon's files.

I can't.
Andy, that's fine.

But you can't expect Krueger
to hire you if you're
refusing your first assignment.

There has to be another way.
I could recruit my own men.

I swear.
Look, I just need a--

I'm very sorry,
but Krueger was specific.

I can't bring you over
without those files.

[ Jesse ]
You'd be doing
these guys a favor, Andy.

Krueger's gonna
take care of them, just like
he's taking care of you.

Think about it.

Look, I'm-- I'm just
gonna sit here and work.

If you happen
to wander in there,

I'm too busy to notice.

You read me?

Loud and clear, amigo.

Okay, check it out.

The Pryon Group
only has four guys qualified
on the gun that killed Nate.

Two of them were
in Kabul that week.

The other one was being treated
for a shoulder wound,
which leaves us...

with this guy, T.G.

No name?
How does Mr. Mysterious
get away with just initials?

I don't know.

Hey, Thompson!

- Shh!
- Thompson!

If they hear you,
we're cooked!

What's up with this T.G.?
Why no full name?

He's off the books.

See, sometimes Vale
lets people come down...

and train without
officially coming on.

We don't ask any questions.

No, that guy,
you don't want to know.

Okay, well,
we're just about done here,

so Accounting should be
in touch with you next week.

Just keep your head down until
you have a start date, okay?
Sure thing.

Yeah, we'll see you
in Dubai, huh?
[ Laughs ]

All right, man.
Right day, right gun,

pulling all the right strings
to stay off the books.

T.G.'s our guy.
Yeah. Great.

Now we're two whole letters
closer to finding the man
who killed Nate.

Yeah, well, closer
than we were yesterday.

If you say so.
Come on.

I need a beer before
I start trying to pick this
damn needle out of a haystack.

[ Announcer Speaking
In Spanish ]

[ Fiona ]
You ready?
[ Angela ] Yeah.

The alarms go off,

you never have to see
the C.I.A. or Durov again.

I like the sound of that.

[ Announcer Continues
In Spanish ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Any safe can be cracked...

with enough time
and the right equipment.

Even high-end models
with security features
like glass relockers--

sheets of glass in the walls
that shatter if you try
to drill through them.

Hit one,
and a locking bolt
seals the safe permanently.

But if you come prepared
with a drill-point diagram
and a good borescope,

you can bypass the relocker...

and find the combination
by studying the wheel pack.

I'm going to the kitchen.
Do you want anything?
Mm-mmm.

Then you just have
to hope your plan
to get out of the building...

goes as well as your plan
to get into the safe.

Hey, Fi. Did you get it?

Yeah. Everything's fine.
What are you doing here?

You're supposed
to be setting off the
carbon monoxide alarms.

- The plan was--
- Funny thing
about the plan is--

[ Gun Cocks ]
I changed it.

This is bad.
That alarm should
have gone off by now.

If this thing
goes south on us--
It's not going south.

Just give her time.

Come on, Fi. Come on.

It all makes sense now.

Durov wasn't selling
ballistics technology.
You are.

Clever girl, Fi.
It would have been fun
to work together for real.

Oh, well. Next life.

I usually work alone,
but Durov's security
is too good.

The C.I.A. has
all the right people
with all the right toys.

Just say the magic words,
"sell to terrorists,"

and those idiots
will do whatever you want.

[ Fiona ]
Even if you get out,
Durov will find me here.

He'll figure it out.
I doubt it.

See,

you'll be in little bits.

It'll look like
you tried to blow the safe
after you botched the drilling.

[ Grunts ]

For what it's worth,

you're a lot smarter than
the first guy the C.I.A. sent.

I had to kill that moron
before he got near the safe.

As usual,
the best man for the job...

is a woman.

[ Beeping ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to get
out of a zip tie...

and you can't
cut yourself free,

your best option
is to find a shim.

You can make a shim
out of almost anything...

that's thin enough
and flexible enough
to slip into the cable tie...

and separate the teeth
from the ratchet mechanism.

Of course, that's
easier said than done
if your hands are tied.

[ Beeping ]

[ Ringing ]

Fi.
Michael, I've got
a bit of a situation.

- Fi, what is going on?
- Angela's the one selling
secrets, not Durov.

She's locked me
in here with a bomb.
It's got a break-wire trigger.

If I try to defuse it
or even move it--

If I touch one of those wires,
the whole thing explodes.

I'm on my way.
No, there's no time.

You need to lock this place down
before Angela escapes.

Lock it down?
With you inside?

No, I'm already trapped.
My only shot
at getting out of here...

is if she's in here with me.

I'll take care of it.

Where you going?
Where you going?

- Move.
- Not until you tell us
what the hell's going on.

Sounds like your valuable asset
in there was using you
to rip off Durov.

She trapped Fiona inside.

Angela using us?
No, I'm sorry.
That's not possible.

- You said yourself Durov
didn't sell to terrorists.
- [ Gas Hissing ]

Didn't it strike you as odd
that he changed his mind...

as soon as you got
someone close to him?

But he killed
our operative.
I saw the body.

Who told you Durov
pulled the trigger?

It was Angela.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna
say this one more time.
Stay out of my way!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most people know that carbon
monoxide is a poisonous gas.

Inhale too much,
and it displaces the oxygen
in your bloodstream...

and suffocates you
from the inside out.

Hey, Antonio.
I'm going to the liquor store.

Oh, I can go.
Oh, that's very sweet of you,
but I've got it.

What most people don't know
is that in a confined space,

with a vapor-to-air mixture
anywhere between 12% and 75%,

it's also a powerful explosive.

[ Gasps ]

No, no, no, no, no.
Let me go.

[ Explosion ]
[ Gasps ]

We're going inside now!

- What the hell is going on?
- A van hit the gate
and exploded.

Sir. Your office.

What about it?
What's wrong?
Her friend.

She broke into the safe.

[ Durov ]
What are you up to?

Baby, you can't believe
I knew about this.

Baby, I had no idea.

Come. Bring her.

You have any idea
how much equipment
you just blew up?

It was the fastest way
to lock it down.

Yeah! With Angela inside!

With the information
we came for!

- I've had enough. We have
got to get in there.
- Yeah, we do!

[ Manaro ]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Dude!

You go in now, Fiona dies.

What are you doing?
You had your chance.

Now we're gonna do it her way.

Durov, there's a bomb
in your safe.

Angela is the only one
who can disarm it.

- [ Angela ]
What are you talking about?
- We have less than two minutes.

I'm with the C.I.A.
There's no time to explain.

Why would you
say such a thing?
Baby, she's lying!

You think I know
how to build a bomb?

- You know what I think?
- [ Gun Cocks ]

I think it is your bomb.
Now disarm it.

Fine.

Pull out the circuit board
and cut the yellow wires.

Do it.

No, stop!

[ Beeping Stops ]

It was your bomb!
You lying bitch!

Durov, put the gun down.

I was sent here to stop
the sale of ballistics
technology to terrorists.

The C.I.A. think
you're behind it.
I know you're not.

But if you kill her,
I'll have no way of proving it.

It's your call, Vincent.
You die in prison or she does.

Get them
out of my sight.

[ Sirens Wailing, Distant ]

[ Bailey ]
Wow.

Job well done,
you two.

I mean, uh, we could have done
with fewer explosions,

but bravo.

Nice work.

- What do you want?
- Right.

Um, we were thinking
that in the official report,

it might help if Angela
were the original target.

[ Manaro ]
Don't want
to confuse anyone.

You know how
the brass can be.

So Fiona saves your ass,
and now you want her
to cover this up too.

Oh, no.
"Cover up" is--

- No, no, no. Just--
- It would just
be like a detail.

Simplifying.
How about this?

You write your report.
You write whatever you want.

But the agreement
that I signed with the C.I.A.,

lose it.

For good.

Yes.
That--
That sounds doable.

Then do it.

- Good. Nice job, you guys.
- [ Tires Squealing ]

Seriously?

That's all Pryon
had on the man
who killed my brother?

Initials
and weapons clearances?

Mike, the guy is a ghost.

Jesse and I found zip,
and we looked under every
rock we could think of.

Then we go back to Vale.
Well, that's what I'm thinking.

But the question is,
how do we explain the fact
that we know this guy exists?

We don't. Vale said
he could build a team
that fit my needs.

I'll make sure
all my needs add up to T.G.

Well, that could work,
but we could also get a list...

of 10 other guys who had
nothing to do with this,

or Vale sees through it
and we both get killed.

I don't see
any other way.
Do you?

Make the call.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Mr. Vale's office, please.
[ Woman ]
Yes, sir.

I have Mr. Krueger for him.

Hold, please.

Vale. My men
were very impressed.

I want to send you
some specs, get you started
on building my team.

Excellent.

So, Mike,
assuming we get Vale...

to set up a meeting
with this son of a bitch,

we got to come up
with a plan to snatch him.

You thinking
interrogation?

Yeah, something like that.
We're only gonna get one sh--
He's here.

Hey. You made it.
We were gonna give you a call.

I won't be staying long.

Why? What's wrong?

What the hell
are you up to?

- What are you
talking about?
- Don't play games with me.

- You know exactly
what I'm talking about.
- Uh, no. Really, we don't.

Oh, sure.

He asked for a sniper cleared
on five different guns...

who's got experience
in Costa Rica and speaks Farsi.

Did you think
I wouldn't figure out
you're looking for Tyler Gray?

Tyler Gray?
Are you kidding me?

The only reason I'm here
is because I'm not gonna
talk about it on the phone.

Now, I don't know
who you are,
but this is over.

You need to back off.

And so does that guy
you got following me.

What? There's someone
following you?
Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Listen, Vale. Calm down.

I'm not having you followed.
Why did you--

[ Bullet Impacts ]

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ People Screaming ]

Dad, look!
Somebody shot that guy.

Kid, stay down.

Vale! Vale!

Stay with me.
Who's Tyler Gray?

Who's Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?

Mike, he's gone.