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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, you have a lot
of ways to get information.

You can get it with a gun.
You can get it
with a lockpick.

You can get it
with a listening device.

But most often, more than all
the other information-gathering
techniques combined,

you get information
with a free lunch.

How come you never
invite me to lunch
at places like this?

Oh, there's no need, Sam.
You'll do almost anything
for a three-dollar beer.

Yeah, sure. Barry
tracks down a Cayman Island
bank account number,

and he gets lunch
at the Chadwick?

That number
leads to whoever
was trying to kill me.

So, yes, the Chadwick.

He's been complaining
about the job for days.

Yeah, and the squeaky wheel
gets the surf and turf.
I see how this works.

At least I can get
a good mojito here.
We're on a budget, Sam.

Okay, Mike. You know, this
cancels out one of the times
you saved my life. Maybe two.

So, Michael, uh--
[ Mouths Word ]

how did you get
this mysterious
bank account number?

You probably
don't want to know.

I do. We don't have
a lot of information.

That's why I'm coming to you.
I just need a name.

[ Clears Throat ]
Yeah. No, uh--

I understand
why you hired me,
Michael Westen.

But, um, you're having me
break a lot of laws...

with this job
I'm doing for you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When someone starts acting...

like there's an extra person
in the conversation,

it's a pretty good bet
they're wearing a wire.

This job you're
doing for me?

The question then is,
who's taping you?

The police? The feds?

I think we should talk later,
maybe someplace louder.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, Michael.

Michael, I missed you.

Or a government agent
you blackmailed
a while back...

and were hoping
to never see again.

[ Groans ]

Sam Axe. You're living well
off a government pension,
I see.

Not that good.
This is iced tea.

[ Michael ]
Remember the file
I have on you, Bly?

I think the idea was
you were never
to set foot in Miami again.

I know, I know, but--

The sunshine, the beaches,
those little Cuban pastries.
Come on.

I just couldn't let
a blackmail threat
keep me out of... paradise.

Hi.
[ Chuckles ]

Actually, at this point,
blackmail ceases
to be a threat.

At this point,
I believe I ruin your life.

How about
I give your boss a call?

I'll be honest, Michael.
That file--

It, uh--
it kept me up nights.

So imagine my joy
when your friend
showed up on my radar...

investigating some
highly suspicious accounts
for my old pal Michael Westen.

Barry is the brick
that I will tie
around your neck...

before I throw you
into that beautiful
blue ocean over there.

Now, how deep you sink
depends on how quickly
I get that blackmail file.

Welcome to Miami.

So pull the trigger.

There's enough in that file
to reduce Bly's career
to a smoldering crater.

He can link me to Barry,

and Barry's broken
a law library's worth
of financial regulations...

looking into
this account number.

If Bly goes after me
with that,

I can throw the rest of my life
into that crater too.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Government agents have
to stay within the law,

but they still have
plenty of options
to hit you below the belt.

Sometimes a bullet to the head
is a lot easier...

than a slow death
drowning in red tape.

I'm sorry.
For your own safety.

Don't touch me--
for your own safety.

According
to the Board of Health,

this loft is unfit
for human habitation.

And here I thought
it was just a dump.

Fiona Glenanne.
You're wearing
more clothes than usual.

You know, I was on the fence
about that chair. Thanks
for making up my mind for me.

I hope you're on the fence
about everything that you own,

because toxic mold
could be anywhere.

There's been reports of spores
spreading to places
you wouldn't believe.

- Nope. No mold in that one.
- Try the lamp.

I was always iffy on it.

You know what? Thanks
for watching out for me, Bly.

I'm gonna grab some clothes.
Call me when you're done.

Michael, don't worry.
I, uh,

packed you a bag
with some clothes to wear.

Um, I have to say,
for a tough guy,

you sure dress
like an Easter egg.

- I hope you're not bringing
toxic mold into my house.
- Ma, there's no mold.

I'm glad you're out of there.
The place didn't sound healthy.

Anyway,
my friend Paula is here.

She heard you were coming over,
and she wanted to talk to you.

You advised her last week about
the guy she met on the Internet.
[ Door Opens ]

Michael.

[ Door Closes ]

I am so sorry
to bother you again.

This guy Prescott--
I did what you said,
ignored his e-mails.

Then he called my house.

I think he's a stalker.
He's asking all these
personal questions.

It's... like he's
obsessed with me.

Would it make you feel better
if I talked to him?

- Really? You could do that?
- Sure. Just let me
put my bag away.

That's all right.
I'll put it
in the guest room.

Michael will take care
of everything.

He lives at
the Del Mar Apartments.

I have his online
dating profile.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

No Prescott
in this building.
How about yours?

Uh, not unless he's disguised
as an 80-year-old retiree.

I mean, this little manhunt
could take a while, Mike.

Uh, whatever. Better this than
sitting in my mom's kitchen,
watching her smoke.

"Likes fixing up old cars."
He's a mechanic maybe?

I mean, I can check
his A.S.E. certifications,

but, of course, that's if
anything on this page is true.

Check out the I.P. address
on his dating service account,
see what we're dealing with.

Ooh, speaking of love,
I gotta get goin'.
I have a very big date.

She made millions
as a beer distributor.

The woman of my dreams.
You have many women
in your dreams.

So I'm a romantic.
But this one, Mike--
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

She's got a beach house
in Antigua with a
quad kegerator.

That's four kegs of beer
at 33 degrees, baby.
Sounds like love.

Hello.
Michael,
it's Paula.

Prescott's
outside my work.
I'll be right there.

I saw his car
drive past three times.

He walked by,
looking in.

I'm the assistant manager.
I can't have him in here
making a scene.

This is a private bank?

We're an appointment-only
private bank
and safe deposit company.

Very exclusive,
very private.

You can understand
why I can't have--

Has Prescott been asking you
about your work, your schedule?
All of it.

I'm just afraid
he's some kind of maniac.

Who's that?
Oh, just an old friend.

Did you get bored
redecorating my place?

I'll redecorate your life
if I have to.

- You find that file?
- Not yet. Let's talk later.

Actually,
later's bad for me.
Now is good.

I want every piece of paper
you own that mentions me--
files, phone records,

the page in your diary
where you drew little hearts
around my name.

All of it.

You wanna do this, Bly?
You really wanna go nuclear?

I'd love to.
[ Vehicle Door Closes ]

Do you really think
you have nothing to lose?

Michael.
He's here-- the stalker.

He's not a stalker.

This is a robbery.
[ People Gasp, Exclaim ]

Stay quiet,
follow our orders,
or people die.

[ Woman ]
Oh, my goodness!

You'll find your cell phones
are now useless.

We've blocked them.

So leave them on the floor and
head into the conference room.

[ People Scream ]
Now!

Go! Go! Go!
Conference room!

Come on! Here! Let's go!
Move it! Move it!

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are a number
of different choices...

when you take over
a building by force.

Get up! Move into
the conference room.

Do you keep the hostages
facedown on the floor,

or do you move them
into a room together?

- Let me see your hands!
Move! Move!
- [ Whimpering ]

How do you cut all the lines
of communication out?

Give me that cell phone!

- Get in the conference room!
- Okay!

And how do you deal with
the place's security measures?

Whatever your style,

hostile takeovers
are about one thing--
total dominance.

Silent alarm is dead.

You don't get into
the conference room,
you will be too.

[ Robber On Radio ]
We got the bank manager.

If we both grab guns,
we can level the playing field.

Uh, the playing field
is covered with hostages.

Make a move now
and somebody
could get shot.

If we don't make a move now,
we may not get a chance later.
Just wait. All right?

Shut up. Move back
with the others.

[ Woman ] Oh, my God.
It's all right.
Just stay calm.

Stay calm.
It's gonna be all ri--

- [ Muttering ] Bly.
- [ Woman Whimpering ]

[ People Gasping ]

That's quite enough
of that.

Welcome to my retirement party.
I want you all to have
a good time,

so let's lay down
a few ground rules,
shall we?

No attacking the hosts.

No leaving early.
No calling the police.

I see one cop,
I kill three of you.

I see two cops,
six people die.

You can do the math.

Now mess up my party
by breaking one
of my rules...

and you can expect me
to overreact.

[ People Scream ]
[ Groans ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A wounded hostage
is a good measure...

of how far a criminal's
willing to go.

- They either want to keep
the hostage alive--
- Hey. Get away from him.

- I'm a doctor. If I don't
stop the bleeding, he'll die.
- Then let him die.

or they don't.

Which means more people
are getting hurt.

You have 20 hostages
in an unstable
psychological state.

If they think they're going
to die, they will panic
and they will fight back.

I'm just trying to make sure
that you get what you want
and these people stay alive.

Will you please allow me
to attend to this man's wound?

- Knock yourself out.
- Thank you.

[ Whistles ]
Let's go take a tour
of the vault.

Come on.

You son of a bitch.

[ People Gasp ]

I only need one person alive
to get me the vault
access codes.

Please don't make me choose.

Told you
someone would get shot.

Yeah, I overestimated you.
Figured you'd back me up.

You know, it's not a good idea
to insult your doctor.
[ Groans ]

Okay, this wound
doesn't look good.
I'm going to need to, uh--

Remove the round?
Yeah.

Go ahead.
Come here.

I need you to apply direct,
steady pressure to this.
[ Groans ]

Hold this up.
Hold it up.
Okay. Okay.

Like that.
All right.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a hostage situation,

any idiot can steal a gun
and start shooting.

It's a great way
to get a bunch
of innocent people killed.

Keeping people alive
means fighting like a spy.

Where is your data server?

It's by the elevator,
but they cut the power
to the computer, so--

I'm using it
for something else.

We need to cut
through this wall and
get into the next room.

From there,
we can get everyone out.

There's no way out
from the next room.
That's just an office.

There'll be a way out.
I'm workin' on that part.

Great. You don't think
the guards outside will
see us going through a wall?

I'll take care
of the guards.

No, wait. You heard him.
If you attack his guys, he's
gonna start shooting people.

I'm not going
to attack them.

They're just gonna have
some very bad luck.

Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa.
Where do you think you're goin'?
I need medical supplies.

Wait, wait. Stop right there.
No one leaves
the conference room.

Your boss said
stop the bleeding.

He didn't say you could leave.
You wanna go downstairs
and ask him?

The man in there is going
to die unless I remove
the bullet from his arm.

To do that,
I need tools.

So help me find tweezers
and propoxyphene, or shoot me
in the face. Your call.

You got two minutes.
I got less than that.

[ Michael Narrating ] Fighting
like a spy means disguising
attacks as attempts to help.

It means making acts of man
seem like acts of God.

We have to go through here?
[ Bly ]
That's the plan.

Does anybody have a razor
or a letter opener?
Here. I grabbed these.

Good. Here.

We're really gonna trust
your friend on this?

He is not my friend,
but he might be able
to get us out of here.

Sir, watch the door.
Okay.

Start cutting
at the outlet.

[ People Whispering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Cutting through a wall
with scissors...

isn't as hard
as it sounds.

Start at an electrical socket
and saw through the hard surface
of the drywall,

and the lower layers
are a lot easier.

Gauze, aspirin.

This kit is terrible.

We're gonna need
to search desks and purses
for some real pain meds.

No. You can do it
with that.

With gauze? Right.

Where'd you get
your medical degree?

Wait for the water.
Shee!

I'll look through these desks
and meet you back
at the conference room.

[ Clears Throat ]
[ Chuckles ]

What? You got armed guards
at the only exit.

You think I'm gonna
fight my way out
with a stapler?

[ Microwave Beeping ]
Water's ready.

And look around
for some towels.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In an enclosed space,

getting around
a cell phone jammer...

is a game of who's got
the stronger signal.

A cell phone jammer
broadcasts a powerful signal
over a range of frequencies,

but it can't compete
with an entire Ethernet...

wired to serve
as one big antenna.

So I said no more stress--

no more work
and no more getting married.

Life is too short.
How many beach houses
do I even need?

How many do you have?
Six. Seven?

Oh, it doesn't matter.
I'm always on vacation.

- [ Ringing ]
- To me, true relaxation
is a state of mind.

[ Line Ringing ]

- [ Ringing Continues ]
- Do you have to get that?

No, no.

- You know,
I like to relax too.
- [ Line Ringing ]

Oh, you would love
my place in Antigua.

Hammock
on the white sand beach.

[ Ringing Continues ]
Clothes are optional.

- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Line Ringing ]

Excuse me.
[ Beeps ]

Sam.
Uh, this better
be good, Mikey.

I'm at Broward Private Trust,
trapped in a bank heist.
[ Mouthing Words ]

It's Prescott.
He's a pro.

His guys have
killed the landlines
and brought a cell jammer.

Any cops, any resistance,
and it gets bloody.

Just tell me
what you need, Mike.

I need you and Fi
to blast a door
to the outside.

Alley-side wall,
20 feet in from the north.

Alley-side wall, 20 feet in.
You got it. I'm on my way.

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah. Well, uh--
Not really, no.

My buddy's being
held hostage at a bank,

and I gotta bust him out.

- It's true.
- We should call the police.

No, no, no.
You can't do that. Uh--

It's complicated,
but there's nothin'
to worry about.

And I'll call you later.

These are for the doc.
Where is he?

[ Sighs ]

Go find him.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The massive air pressure that
makes air hammers effective...

also makes them dangerous.

Tamper in any way
with the locking collar
that holds the bit in place,

and the air hammer becomes
a very inaccurate gun
with a single bullet.

[ Robber ] Not here.
[ Robber #2 ]
Keep looking.

Mixing medications
is always a bad idea,

especially when one's an upper
and one's a downer.

Anxiety
and allergy meds together
are a scary combination.

And that's before
you add the caffeine
of an energy drink.

Ah, there you are.
What took you so long?

- Uh, I was just--
- [ All Gasp ]

[ Groans ]

[ Hushed Chattering ]

[ Groans ]

[ Bly ]
Oh!

- This is for the pain.
- Who said I was in pain?

If you're not now,
you will be.

-By the way, that green chair
in my loft, it was my favorite.
-[ Groans ]

Let's go, Fi.

You're just annoyed 'cause Mike
called me first and not you.
[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Sam, he's in the middle
of a bank heist.
He's not thinking clearly.

Hey, I'm the one
who should be annoyed.

I was having lunch with
the woman of my dreams
and had to leave.

But what are you
gonna do, you know?

Being Mike's first call
is a big responsibility.

In case you're wondering,
you'd be my 19th call.

I'd call Madeline
before I called you.
Huh.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Experience with
battlefield medicine...

- may not make you as precise
as an E.R. surgeon--
- Oh, come on.

but after you've
stitched up a few people
under artillery fire,

you can handle
outside pressure.

Almost.
[ Winces ]

Got it.
[ Exhales ]

[ Groans ]

[ Deep Breaths ]

Oh, God.

We're making
some progress on the wall,
but they're checking on us.

We need maybe 20 minutes.
You've gotta go faster.

Keep working.

They're emptying
the vault downstairs.
They're taking everything.

- How long before
they clear it all out?
- I don't know.

There's hundreds
of safe deposit boxes
down there.

And he wasn't lying
about the silent alarm.

No call went out.
No help is coming.

[ Bly ]
Hide the hole.

Prescott wants you.
Downstairs. Let's go.

Thanks.

Michael said 20 feet
in from the street?
Are you sure?

Positive.

What's the signal?
How are we timing this?
He didn't say.

He didn't say?
He's Mike.
He's improvising.

Michael calls you
to tell you to blow a hole
in the wall of a bank,

and you didn't think
to ask when?

It was a brief conversation.
We didn't talk about shoes
or movies either.

Could you just
place the explosives already?

[ Drilling, Hammering ]

Fix him.
What happened?

The air hammer broke
and piston came off
in his leg.

- Keep him alive.
- I'm gonna give you something
for the pain. All right?

[ Michael Narrating ]
People are too trusting
when it comes to pills.

They'll take whatever
a doctor hands them.

I need to cauterize the wound.
I need to use your
liquid nitrogen gun.

-You need to use something else.
-Like what? Did you bring
an electrosurgical generator?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Liquid nitrogen can cool a wound
to 150 below,

freezing the cells
and cutting off blood flow.

Tie this around
his leg, tight.

Either help me,
or get me someone who will.

Up here?

[ Loud Groaning ]

Supercooling also
damages metal.

Freeze the inside of a gun,
and the next time it gets hot,

it'll rip apart
as if it's loaded
with the wrong ammo.

[ Robber On Radio ]
Prescott, get up here.

We've got trouble
in the conference room.

[ Robber ] Where's the knife?
[ Man ] There's no knife.
There isn't a knife.

This guy was trying
to cut into the office
next door.

Come here.
What did I tell you
about the rules, huh?

Please. I-- I have a wife.
I have kids.

They need their father.
I'm begging you.

Look, if I make an exception,
I mean, what kind
of message does it send?

Wait, wait.
You got the wrong guy.

Yeah. It was me.

Just can't stop
'causin' trouble,
can you? Huh? Huh?

- I should've done this
the first time.
- [ People ] No! No!

- [ People Gasping ]
- [ Prescott Groaning ]

God! Shoot him!

- [ Woman ]
Oh, no! Don't!
- Move!

You got metal shards
in your hand.
You're gushing arterial blood.

I'm the only guy here
who can save your hand,
probably your life.

Tell your man to back off,
or find another doctor.

Come with me.

Get the rest of them
downstairs.

Four more.
Let's go.

We're runnin'
about 20 minutes late.
Should I call the boat?

Get downstairs.
I still need to--

Get downstairs.
[ Robber ]
Let's go.

How's your escape plan goin'?
We're not getting out.
I'm working on Plan "B."

I need your help.
Do you trust me?
Yeah. What do you need?

I need you to collapse
in that doorway.
Sell it, buy me time.

[ Gasps ]
Oh, no.

- What's goin' on?
- I think he's going
into shock.

- I can't move him.
I'll need a couple of minutes.
- You got one.

Mike, let's get this done.

I got a beer-drinkin' angel
to get back to.
You ready to rock?

[ Michael On Phone ]
Forget the escape plan.

Prescott's moving
everybody downstairs.

These guys are calling
a getaway boat on walkies.

See if you can listen in,
locate the signal. Maybe
we can get some leverage.

I'll try to keep people
from getting hurt in here.

[ Bly ] Mike--
[ Coughs ]

[ Groaning ]

- Come on. Downstairs.
Let's go. Now.
- All right.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Elevators have so many
safety devices...

that they're easy
to sabotage.

Disable any part,
and the entire system
shuts down.

Hurry up! Move it!

[ Sighs ]
Locate the getaway boat.
That's our plan?

This is Miami.

Look, we just need
to find the frequency that
Prescott's walkies are on.

I still think we should
set off the charges,
[ Static On Radio ]

blow a hole in the wall,
rush in.

Beats waiting out here.
Yeah, that's great.

Let's get Mike
and the hostages killed...

because you have
the attention span
of a three-year-old.

[ Clattering ]

Elevator's busted.

You're lucky.
I don't see any shrapnel,

and no bones look damaged.

Use the word "lucky" again,
I'm gonna put a bullet
in your head.

Hold still. I need
to sterilize the wound.

[ Screams ]

This bank!

It's cursed.
That's it, isn't it?

It's cursed.

My gun, the air hammer,
the elevator.

What's wrong
with this place?

I'm gonna need more tape
and, uh, a splint.

I think there's something
I can use upstairs.

Do you need any meds?

What do you think?
Huh?

You blow your hand off
and find out if you need
something for the pain.

[ Static On Radio ]
[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

[ Clears Throat ]

Angela. Hey, it's Sam.
How you doin'?

- Is your friend okay?
- Uh, well, he's still
trapped inside,

but it's kind of
a quiet time,

so I thought I would
just call and say hi.

So, hi.
Hi.

I was thinkin', later, uh,
we could get some drinks.

I know this quiet spot
that makes a great mojito.

Well, I-- I was
meeting a friend, but--

Playtime's over.
Uh, Angela, I gotta run.

Hey. Don't make any plans.
I'll call you back.

[ Static, Garbled Voices ]
Sounds encrypted.

So I was wasting my time
while you were buttering up
your... bimbo?

Look, we got the frequency.

There can't be that many
marinas around here
in range of their walkies.

Uh-oh.
Okay, that's not good.

Those cops
start asking questions
about that truck out front,

hostages are gonna die.

One of us needs
to distract the cop,

and the other one
needs to track down
the getaway boat.

And here I forgot
to shave my legs.

[ Officer ]
Yeah. Thanks, man.

Delivery trucks.

[ Man ]
Hey, stop!
Give me that!

No.
She's stealing
my tip jar!

This is compensation
for you leering at me.

You should arrest her.
¡Es una ladrona!

- You should arrest him
for sexual harassment.
- We're not arresting anyone.

You're just gonna stand there
while I'm being objectified?

I say we go to the station,
hash this out-- you, me, him.

- What do you say?
- [ Woman On Radio ]
Unit 204, this is Dispatch.

Domestic disturbance,
Ocean and Fourth.
Are you close?

10-4. I'm on my way.

If you'd like
to file a report,

you should go down
to the police station,
okay?

Uno cortadito, por favor.

We win yet?
I'm workin' on it.

I need some meds.
Things okay?

Yeah, Hey, it's Miami.

The sun, the girls--
what's not to love?

If something bad
starts happening,
make your move.

Yeah. These should
do the trick.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Life with a hypochondriac
mother...

gives you a useful knowledge
of pharmaceuticals.

Those are for pain?

In low doses,
pilocarpine cures dry mouth.

I'll take 'em
after you do.

In high doses, it has
roughly the same effect
as a sarin gas attack.

Satisfied?

See what happens
to you first.

You still want that splint
for your hand?
Sure.

Hey, we're goin' upstairs.

You, keep an eye
on the hostages.
[ Whistles ]

Be back in a minute.

Hey. What's it mean
if my fingers start
feeling numb?

And I'm getting
sort of nauseous.

Do you have a headache?
Any palpitations?
Any tingling?

Been drinking caffeine?

Yeah. Why, is that bad?
It sounds pretty serious.
I should check you out.

I'm-- I'm just
gonna take your pulse.

I'm just takin' your pulse.
That's it. That's it.
I'm just takin'--

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a weakened state,

you wanna avoid pressure
on your carotid artery.
[ Silenced Gunshot ]

- Block the blood flow
to your brain,
- [ Silenced Gunshot ]

and you black out
in four seconds.

[ Silenced Gunshots ]

The coating on tablets
and medicine...

keeps them from dissolving
in your stomach right away,

which buys you a little time
to find some privacy and do
the only safe thing--

get them out of your system.
[ Gags ]

[ Garbled Voices
On Radio ]

[ Clicks Off ]

Oh, hey, buddy. Hey, I'm
supposed to repair a radio
in a guy's boat.

But I'm late,
and I forgot
the slip number.

Is there somebody
hangin' around his boat,
kinda lookin' pissed?

End of the pier.
Ah! Ha! Thanks.

You have a good one.

[ Gasping ]

[ Robber ]
Prescott.

Vault's cleared out.
It's about time.

Let's put everyone in the vault
and get the hell out of here.

[ Robber ]
Everyone in the vault, now.

They've seen our face.
They die.

Let's go.
Everybody into the vault.

There isn't much air
in the vault.
We're all gonna suffocate.

Should we attack them?
No, not yet.

I don't know
how long we can wait.
Just trust me.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Hey, Mike, I'm at the marina,
lookin' at the getaway boat.

Sam, we got any moves here?

Prescott's shoving
everyone into the vault,
and no one's walking out.

You wanna ask Prescott
if he'll trade his hostages
for the boat driver?

Not likely.

What about a little
Operation Quicksilver?

Quicksilver? Like World War II?
You're talking about
a bunch of fake tanks...

and the whole Normandy
invasion force.

Yeah, but instead of
the Normandy invasion force,

I have a Walther
with one bullet.

You gotta sell this, Sam.
You gotta sell it like
you've never sold it before.

That's the kind of pep talk
I like, Mikey.

I'm on it.
[ Beeps ]

[ Prescott ]
Is everyone in the vault?
[ Robber ] Almost.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Angela. Hi.

Sam. Hi, I was calling
to leave a message.

I think your life is--
is a little too fast paced,
uh, for me.

[ Hushed ]
Oh. No, no, no.
That's-That's not true at all.

[ Whispering ]
Why are you whispering?

[ Normal Voice ]
Are you still
outside the bank?

[ Chuckles ]
No. No,
I'm at a marina.

Just taking
a stress-free walk
along the ocean,

the breeze blowin'
in my hair.

- I might even get
a tropical drink.
- [ Garbled Voices ]

- Hands in the air!
- A stress-free walk?

As much as I hate
to admit it, Angela,
you're probably right.

We're just not
meant to be.

Enjoy one of those beers
in Antigua for me.

- [ Groans ]
- You bastard.
You ruined something special.

[ Prescott ]
Let's bring up
the last of the bags.

Start loading up
the truck.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you have one bullet...

and you need to take down
three armed guys
in close quarters,

you're betting your life
on a lot of lucky breaks.

It's the kind of bet
you don't want to make
unless you have to.

There you are.
Your guy had a stroke
in the kitchen.

He needs immediate
medical attention.
[ Robber ] Mm-hmm.

You want me to put him
in the vault or just
take care of him right here?

You're not listening to me.

Either you get your friend
into an ambulance
with the proper meds,

- or he's not gonna make it.
- Well, I guess
he's not gonna make it.

And neither are you.
Go on.

[ Man On Radio ]
Prescott!
[ Static ]

- What's goin' on?
- Prescott!

They're at the boat!
They shot me!
Why didn't you tell us?

- Why didn't I tell you what?
- Who we were robbing.

Why didn't you tell us
who owned the bank?

Oh, my God!
You didn't know,
did you?

We're dead!
Oh, my God!

They're coming back!
They're coming back!
We're all dead!

We're all dead!
[ Static ]

Tom Prescott?

Was it dumb luck
that you chose my bank,

or did you and your buddies
decide that today
was a good day...

to make the worst mistake
of your lives?

- Who is this?
- That's not important.

What's important is that
you and your friends
are robbing my bank.

And no one--
I mean no one--
does that to me.

So, you think you got
yourself a good plan...

with your getaway truck
and your boat?

Well, I got a plan too.

If there is a scratch
on anyone in my bank,
you will all die.

If there is a single dollar
missing from my vault,
you all die.

You hearing this?

If there is a single hostage
taken, you will all die.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Man ] Get him!

[ Man ] Go, everybody! Go!
[ Man #2 ]
Hurry up!

[ Sam On Radio ]
In fact, if you do anything...

other than walking out
of my bank alone
right now,

you will all know such pain
as you have never imagined.

So who the hell
is that guy?
He owns this bank?

He's lying. I looked up
everything about this bank.

Well, you obviously
didn't look up enough.

What did you
get us into, hmm?

How does he even know
we're here?

Shut up.

It's not important.

One evening, a patient
was brought into my clinic
in the middle of the night.

He was tortured so badly
I couldn't believe
he was still breathing.

A man was with him.
It was the man
on your radio.

I'll never forget the voice.

He put a gun to my head
and explained to me...

that my patient
had robbed him...

and that he wanted me
to save him...

so the pain
would last longer.

I did what I could.

He said to come here
for my money--
my blood money.

There's a place
between life and death.

Amazing how long
a man can linger there.

That's enough.
All right? Okay.

Bring everything upstairs.
We're gettin' outta here.

[ Static ]

Tony?

Tony, can you hear me?

What the hell is goin' on?

I know this guy.
He'll have people
outside the bank,

in your truck
and on your boat.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Shut your mouth.
We've got the money.

That's just some voice
on the radio.

Yeah, but he's a voice
on our radio.

He's on our boat!
How does that happen?

I mean,
what happened to the guys
in the vault, huh?

He-He's talkin'
about our truck!

There's nothing wrong
with our truck!

Let's just get outta here!

[ Muttering ]
For once,
you better be right.

Oh, nothing's
wrong with the truck?
Does that look like nothing?

Pick up the bag.

No way. I am gonna--

[ Groans ]

- [ Silenced Gunshot ]
- [ Groans ]

Unbelievable.

Just not your day,
I guess.

[ Sirens Approaching ]

Drop it!
Drop it!

- Hands on your head!
- [ Officer ] Watch the bag!

Put those hands up!
Right now!
Right now!

- Let's go! All right,
now get down! Get down!
- [ Laughing ]

[ Paula ]
It's over now.
Okay?

[ Man ] Thank you.
[ Man #2 ]
You all right?

[ Chattering
Continues ]

[ Sighs ]

So, where were we?

I think we were deciding
whether we were going
to destroy each other.

Well, you've already
had enough opportunities
to let me die.

[ Coughs ]

Maybe I just like
the challenge.

I'm gonna go pass out
at the local E.R.

And when I wake up,
I'll take care
of the loft...

and the thing with Barry.

As long as you're
in a helpful mood,

you think I could add
one more favor to the list?

[ Laughs ]

And then they moved us
into the vault.

We knew there wasn't much time.
I mean, I really thought
it was the end.

But your son and Mr. Bly
were so brave, Madeline.

Oh. Michael,
what are you doing?

I left something
in here.

You just assumed I was never
gonna broil anything?
So far, I've been right.

Prescott will be
leaving you alone
from now on.

You might wanna
select your dates a little
more carefully in the future.

[ Chuckles ]
I will. Thank you so much.

Bye, honey.
Bye.

I'm off too.
What?
You're going?

You-You didn't even
spend the night.

I resolved
my toxic mold issue.

Board of Health
says my place
is safe again.

Oh. Okay.

I was thinking
of ordering takeout,
but if you're going--

Actually, I don't have
to leave right away.

Takeout sounds good.

Bly says
you're off the hook.

He was just using you
to get under my skin
anyway.

Listen, Michael,
I feel really bad...

about the whole
tacky business
with the wire.

Don't get me wrong.
I love how I look
with a shaved chest.

But rollin' over on you--
I ask you to take risks.
Comes with the territory.

But next time,
we'll have a signal.

If you're wired, tip me off
by offering to pay for lunch.
Perfect.

You know, I think I'm
gonna get out of town for
a bit. I gotta decompress.

Sounds good.
Stay safe, Barry.
All right, man.

Hey. I had to take
the guy on the boat down,

get him to say
the right things
at the right time.

While you were
putting on a show,

I got rid of the cops
and I wired a truck
to blow.

Oh, Mike, back me up.
I think it's pretty clear...

my tactical maneuverings
pretty much saved the day
here.

You feeling
underappreciated?

Oh, no.
He appreciates himself plenty.

He's been insufferable--
ever since you called him
first yesterday.

Fi, look, don't be insulted.
You're good with
the hands-on stuff--

the simple,
mechanical things.

Simple? Like wiring
a truck to blow?
An important task, yes,

but one a very intelligent
monkey could perform.

I'm just sayin', there's
a reason why I'm number one
on the speed dial.

- Sam, for your information,
I called Fi first.
- [ Clicks Tongue ]

You didn't pick up.
So in the future,
I'm gonna call Sam first.

[ Chuckles ]

That's all the originals--
everything I had on you.

Love your attention
to detail, Michael.

This would've been
quite the career ender.

Well, I know
a little something about that,

although I wasn't
expecting you to counter
with even better leverage.

- Well played.
- This would be a good
Michael Westen story...

if people were
allowed to tell
Michael Westen stories.

[ Sighs ]

- So?
- So.

Any luck tracking down
that Cayman Islands account?
I don't have to tell you.

We have ways of investigating
that most people
don't know about.

No one has the reach
that we do, but this--

I found the bank,
and I even found
the banker.

But the account--
it's just a number.

No name?
No organization?

Nothing. It gets worse.

That account
was being monitored-- an
electronic trip wire of sorts.

And you think
you tripped it?

Might have been me.
It might have been Barry.

Look, whoever
you're looking for,
they know you're coming.

Good luck.