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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.

Let me tell you a story.

It starts with me
nearly getting blown up.
You remember that, right?

Well, the way the door was
rigged, I realized the bomber
had to leave from the balcony.

Sure enough, the security camera
down the block
caught him on tape.

- Hold that.
- He was a hard man to find,

but eventually we connected.

Turns out he was a hired gun.
Good guy, really.

Gave me a lead
on the offshore bank
that paid him.

I tried to follow the money,
but that turned out to be
a dead end.

Whoever tried to kill me
is paranoid, careful,
and he knows I'm close.

That is quite a mouthful,
Michael.

Thank you, Carla.
Now, I'd love to believe you.

I'd also love to know
why somebody...

who's normally so careful
to keep his mouth shut...

has suddenly blossomed
into such a storyteller.

Are you blaming me
for playing this
close to the vest?

It was a leak in your
organization that nearly got me
killed. I need you to back off.

I can't draw him out with
the suits and sunglasses crowd
following me around.

You can have more leash
if your story checks out.

But if you hold back on me,
Michael--

You'll go after my family,
kill me.

Talking with you
is always such a pleasure.

You have a nice day, Carla.

You didn't tell her
it was Victor, did you?

The man has tried to
kill you twice,
and you're protecting him.

He's the one enemy
I know Carla has.

I'd like to
at least talk to him
before I turn him in.

You think he'll stop trying to
kill you long enough...

for the two of you
to grab lunch and have a chat?

Everybody loves
a free lunch.

Can you show this around
in areas Victor
might be laying low?

Cash motels, campsites?
Okay.

I'll tell people he's wanted in
connection with a dogfighting
ring. They'll call.

Hi, Mom.
Don't "Hi, Mom" me.

You drag me out of my house
at a moment's notice...

and you can't even bother
to pick me up yourself?

You had to send Sam?
No offense.
None taken.

I'm just trying to lock things
down as fast as I can.

- It's just a little
dangerous right now.
- How dangerous, Michael?

Just a bad guy in town.

But you don't have to evacuate.
You just have to stay here
with me.

- With you? Here?
- [ Gate Rattling ]

In this dump?
What?

[ Footsteps On Stairs ]
Sam? You forget to
lock the front gate?

No.

[ Footsteps Continue ]

- Sam.
- Yeah, Mike?

He was talking to me.

Who are you?

I'm Samantha.
Michael and I
used to be engaged.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy, compartmentalizing
is second nature.

Information is given
on a need-to-know basis.

In your professional life,
this approach keeps you safe.

In your personal life,
it can be dangerous.

[ Laughs, Clears Throat ]

So, uh, another Sam.
This is gonna be
confusing, huh?

- Have you ever been secretly
engaged to my son?
- No.

- Then I think we'll be able
to tell you apart.
- Fair enough.

I can't believe it.
No, I-- I can believe it.
It's just like Michael.

Look, ladies, don't be
too hard on Mike.

I'm sure there's
a very good reason why he
never mentioned her before.

I mean, you know, these things
just happen sometimes.

Anybody else need a drink?
No? Okay.

[ Sighs ]

Michael, is everything--

Sorry, it's just not
the best time to be
popping in out of the blue.

Why are you so paranoid?
I thought you were
out of the spy game.

Yeah, that's the problem.

How did you find me?
Your mom's in the book.

I'm not.
She had your address
in her kitchen drawer.

Sorry. I just needed
to find you.

I didn't think you'd
ever wanna see me again.

I didn't have a choice.

I'm in a lot of trouble,
Michael. I could use
all the help that I can get.

His name is Tyler Brennen,
a black-market trader.

Used to work in military
intelligence.

That's him, right there
on the balcony.

Evil son of a bitch.

About a month ago
he came to me with a job offer.

- What line of work
are you in, Sam?
- Acquisitions.

No need to be coy. If you're
a thief, say you're a thief.
You're among friends.

Brennen wanted me to rob
A.F.C. Industries.

It's a defense contractor
here in Miami.

Prize was a state-of-the-art
guidance chip. Something to do
with U.A.V. spy drones.

U.A.V. drones?
Tell me you passed on the job.
Well, I tried to.

Okay, Mike, I'm sorry,
but I can't help steal
military technology.

- I shouldn't even be
hearing about it.
- I don't need help stealing it.

[ Laughs ] Oh, come on.
I thought this was
a "get to know the ex" lunch.

Now it's a "19 government
agencies are chasing me" lunch?

No, I-I got away clean.
But when they realize
it's missing,

- they're gonna know it was me.
- How?

I had to get
a job working there
to get access.

My key card activity
will give me away.

I'm new,
I went in at night,

and if you check my history,
you'll see that--
Sam, why would you--

I didn't have time
to do it any other way.

Brennen kidnapped my son.
This is the ransom.

You have a son?

Charlie's nine.

- When did you--
- Is he--

No.

No, he's not,
but he needs you.

When I think about what
might happen to him, I--

What do you want us to do?

The trade's tomorrow.
I don't want to give this to
Brennen, but I need my boy back.

Please.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The site of a deal...

can tell you a lot about
who you're doing business with.

If it's private,
they value control.

If it's public, they want to
get in and out anonymously.

If they've somehow found a site
that gives them both,

you're dealing with somebody
who really knows what
they're doing.

We're all clear for now.

Place is a nightmare, Mike.
I mean, you got tons of
foot traffic outside here.

You got so many approaches,
we'll never see him coming.

[ Fiona ] If we can't jump him
on his way in, we're gonna
have to let her make the trade.

[ Sam ] Are you crazy?
Put military hardware
into this guy's hands?

[ Fiona ]
Do you see another way?
There's a kid involved.

[ Sam ]
Nobody wants him to get hurt.

I'm just saying
we gotta get that chip back
in the right hands and soon,

otherwise they're never
gonna stop looking
for Samantha.

Sam, you go with Samantha,
oversee the handoff.

Brennen won't expect you,
but he won't blow the deal
over a little backup.

Fi, you set up with
a view of the meeting.

When you see
that Charlie's safe,
give me the signal.

I'll take Brennen down
on his way out.

I know I owe you
some answers.
You don't owe me anything.

I knew Samantha
before I met you.

We were in Saint Petersburg
in '97.

She was helping me on a job
and things moved, uh, quickly.

Then I realized we didn't have
what we needed to make it last.
What was that, trust?

You know, let's not do this now.
We have a job to do.
I've always wanted to tell you.

I was just waiting
for the right time.

Well, it wasn't the right time
when we met.

It wasn't the right time
when we started dating.

Why, it wasn't the right time
when I moved to Miami.

No, it was the right time
to tell me when she showed up
on your front step.

That about right?

So, four iced teas?
I'm not that late.

You're hiding out.
Is Madeline still pissed?

I don't wanna
talk about that.
Okay. All right.

Look, Mike, I know you've
been a little wound up,

so I brought a little present,
something to cheer you up.

Oh, no, no, no.
This is way too good.
I'm gonna do a show-and-tell.

Buddy of mine did some
research on Victor.
Victor Stecker-Epps.

He's got a last name like
a female middle-distance runner,
but this is a bad man, Mike.

Black ops, hard-ass.

You're not the first guy
he tried to kill, either.
Just the first one he missed.

It's a great read.
If Carla's people burned him,
it's all fiction.

How did he get burned?
Good question.

July '03,
things get a little bloody
down Mexico way.

Victor denied the hits,
but a guy named Philip Cowan
burns him anyway.

Five years working
for Carla alone.

I have a hunch he's
ready to make a friend.
Mike.

I don't know.
This one, you should be careful.

I mean, if half this crap is
true, Victor's a lot like you,
only with, you know, rabies.

[ Lock Clicks ]

Mom. I didn't think
you'd still be up.

Obviously.

[ Sighs ]
Mom, what can I say? I'm sorry
you have to stay here.

Jesus, Michael,
that's not what you
should be sorry for.

[ Scoffs ]
Samantha.
Ohh!

I was getting to that.

Mom, I'm sorry.
It just never came up.
It was a long time ago.

Hey, you know,
so was World War II,
but they still talk about it.

I wanna know about the woman
who almost married my son.

Uh, she is a Pisces.
She does "security"...

and she hasn't been
in my life in a decade.

And she has a son
who's been kidnapped.

- [ Sighs ]
- Sam told me.

Is he yours, Michael?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna get him back.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Hello?

** [ Dance ]
Michael?

You're gonna have to speak up.
I can barely hear you.

Victor. Sounds like
you're enjoying Miami.

Well, nothing like
a near-death experience
to get the juices flowing.

Am I right, or am I right?

I'm trying to
cut back myself.

Is that why you didn't shoot at
me the other night, or were you
trying to make friends?

What's going on
in that pretty head of yours?

Vic, we have so much in common,
so much to talk about.
Let's get together.

I love it.
Let's do it.

When and where?
I'll be there.
[ Laughs ]

Yes, you will be,
but let's make that
a surprise, all right?

- Victor.
- I'll see you soon, sport.
I promise.

- [ Michael ]
Tell me what you see, Fiona.
- Old Sam looks sweaty.

- Fi.
- Just trying to cut
the tension, Michael.

[ Fiona ]
Wait, there's Brennen.
He used the southwest approach.

Well, I'm in position.
If he doesn't leave this way--

He'll have to get past me.

"Come alone."
I guess that was
too hard to understand.

- Who's your friend, Sam?
- Call me Chuck.
It'll be less confusing.

I'm just here to make sure
everything goes smoothly.

Well, Chuck, number one,
R.S.V.P. next time,
and number two, shut up.

I was talking to her.
The chip, let's see it.

Where's my son?
Where's Charlie?

Trust me,
I'm not looking to adopt.
I'm looking to retire.

But you don't see him
until I see the chip.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most black market transactions
tend to go the same way.

First payment is inspected,
then the goods are brought
to the table.

This standard sequence
is meant to ensure both parties
against a blown deal.

- Curley?
- But that doesn't
stop some people...

from bringing a little
extra insurance.

- Charlie!
- Mom!

Charlie, honey.
Come here.

He's fine.
His arm is fine.

Whether it stays that way
is up to you.

- What did they do to you?
- Sam, be careful.
That's not just a cast.

No. See, you can't trot a kid
out in public with a bomb
strapped to his arm,

but I had this nifty idea--

molded plastic explosive under
the fiberglass, radio detonator
with a mile radius.

You can cut it off
in 10 minutes.

I'd appreciate it if you'd wait
to start until I'm safely away.

Hey, guys? Thanks.
It's been a real pleasure.

Michael?

Michael?
I got him.

- No, stand down.
- Does he have the chip?

Something's wrong, Michael.

Let him go.
You gotta let him go.

This isn't the airport.
No, it's not.

Michael, I--
Samantha, the guidance chip
you stole...

isn't just expensive,
it's worth lives.

When they realize it's gone,
you're gonna have every
security service...

in the Western Hemisphere
after you.

The engineer that built it
is at a conference in Tokyo.

He doesn't get back until
Friday. I figure that's
a pretty good head start.

I could fall off the grid,
start over.

You could.
What about him?
You want Charlie...

celebrating his eighth birthday
in a hut in Nicaragua?

You really didn't think
I'd notice he's not old enough
to be mine?

Told you he wasn't yours.
You let me believe
he might be.

So what? You never stretched
the truth just a little bit
to help an innocent person?

Come on, Michael,
I-I don't wanna run.

I don't. I had every intention
of putting it back,
but, uh-- i-it's gone.

No it's not.
We have till Friday.

I'm gonna get it back
and help you return it.

How do you propose
to do that?
Don't-- Don't say propose.

What, she lock you out?

- No, I'm just getting
some fresh air.
- Your mom's a chimney, Mike.

Plus Little Miss Commando here
is getting all worked up...

about an armed assault
on Brennen's condo.

He strapped a bomb to a kid.

- How is Charlie?
- He'll be fine.

Sam's got family in Chicago.
He'll be safe there.

I lent her my car
to bring him to the airport.

Oh? You think
she'll bring it back?

She is a professional thief.

- Jealous, Fi?
- Don't be absurd.
I'm not jealous.

You think you could
pretend to be?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Some cover I.D.'s
are about blending in,

others are about
making a splash.

It all depends on whether
it's more important to fool
your target or impress them.

Hey!
Hey, fellas,
just give me a sec.

It's okay, Curley. These two
are just showing me they're
mysterious, dangerous types...

that can break into
my apartment.

I should take them seriously.
That's the idea here, right?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course, if your target has
a background in intelligence,

you often can't fool
or impress them.

In that case, the best
cover I.D. is none at all.

I'm Michael.
I used to work in covert ops.

- This is Fiona.
- And you're here
to help me pack?

That's really sweet, guys.
Uh, the furniture stays.
It's a rental.

- We have a mutual acquaintance.
- Acquaintance?

Fi. Samantha Keyes?

She's upset about the deal
that you two just did.
She came to me for help.

That thing she stole,
she's planning on
stealing it back.

I'll bite.
You're telling me
this because--

Samantha and I used to
work together.

Samantha and Michael
slept together.

We-- We worked
most of the time.

Anyway, everything she knows,
she learned from me.

All I learned from her
is I can't trust her.

And Michael has now moved on,
and I don't like to share.

And I figured we could take care
of our problem and yours.

- We're willing to help,
for the right price.
- Pass.

Even if I bought your tale,
which I really don't,

I think I can handle
a single mom on my own,
spunky though she may be.

I know Samantha a little bit
better than you do.
My money's on her.

Samantha told us that she kept
a piece of your little doodad.

You try to unload it,
your buyer's either gonna
kill you or make you fix it,

and either way
she gets another shot.

You're gonna have to have it
tested. I know people
who can do that.

I'm, uh, just thinking
out loud here,

but if I wanted to steal
a really valuable object,

going in as a helpful soul,

volunteering to test it
might be my first move--
convince me you're on my side.

And hey, guys,
it's a solid plan.

One little caveat.
I don't believe you.

Fine. Check us out.

I'm Michael Westen,
she's Fiona Glenanne,
and you need our help.

If you're as smart
as you think you are,
you'll call us.

Looks like he's planning on
using the cash from the sale
to disappear.

Anybody who's ever touched that
chip will be hunted across
borders. He has to run.

Well, he doesn't need to
run to Nicaragua.

With the money
he can get for that chip,
he can buy Nicaragua.

Well, that's why he can't
ignore a threat like you.

If you rob him, sabotage
the goods, he'll have to run
with nothing. Oh, he'll call.

I think.

Well, if he doesn't,
there's always tear gas
and a battering ram.

Ooh, my ride is here.

Oh! Michael's
other woman beckons.

I never actually thought
I'd look forward to this.
Excuse me.

Oh, Michael.
You forgot something.

[ Laughs ]

- It's just a little game
the two of us used to play.
- It's charming.

- Are you and Michael--
- No.

Hmm.

I have to admit you've
restored a little of my faith
in your abilities.

I take it my story
checked out.

Keep this up
and you may just be our next
employee of the month.

How about you keep the plaque
and give me my life back
instead?

Who do you think
you're kidding?

Give us the man
who killed our operatives...

and you and I can have
a little chat about your future.

Show me you can keep your
promise. I've started to see
guys like them in my sleep.

Back off, and I'm telling you,
this guy will make his move.

We'll leave you alone to work,
but I can't give you much
more time, Michael.

Management's...
getting anxious.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Tell them I know the feeling.

[ Beeps ]
Hello?

Michael Westen.
I've been thinking
about your proposal.

I think we should talk.
Why don't you come by
around 4:00?

Knock this time.

Uh, I checked you out.

Some of the stories I heard,
I should actually have
a higher caliber, probably.

You decide to test the chip?

- I sure did.
- Fine. I'll set it up.

I made my own arrangements,
thank you.

But I thought it'd be a good
idea to have you two where
I could see you while I did it.

My friend here is gonna take
your cell phones and we're
gonna take a ride together.

For the record, punkin,

I'm exactly as smart
as I think I am.

Testing guy, spies.
Spies, testing guy.
What's going on?

I--
Shh. Everything's fine.

You're keeping it
in the Caribbean?

Little humid out there
for such delicate electronics.

The Caribbean? No, uh,
not gonna take that chance
with guys like you around.

It's in the air
23 hours a day.

I know what you're
thinking, Fi. Not yet.

That's not
what I'm thinking.

You got a visitor.

[ Fiona ]
I have to say,
his timing's perfect.

- So?
- I can't vouch for performance,
but the parts are all there.

Off you go.

So the chip is fine.

[ Man ]
I got it.
[ Engine Starts ]

Which means your offer to
test it is looking less fine.

Samantha lied to me.
If you knew her,
you wouldn't be surprised.

It's all so confusing.

Her lying to you,
you lying to me.
Who can keep it straight?

You know, I think
a couple of bullets in the back
of both of your heads...

is gonna simplify things a lot.

Yeah, well, it'll certainly
simplify things for Samantha.

Please, Fiona, I think I know
who the thieves are here.

Really?
The guy at the fence line
on the blue pickup truck?

You can do better than that.

Friend of yours?

My friends don't
watch me being executed.
Samantha's scouting you.

You think it's a coincidence
that guy's there at the same
time the chip's out in the open?

[ Plane Engines Start ]

- You believe me now?
- Not really.
Get in the car.

I want five percent
of the sale price to provide
security against Samantha.

Make no mistake,
she's coming,
and you'll need the help.

I'll hear you out.
No guarantees.

Listen, first of all, you're
selling the chip at the airport,
the one place she knows about.

- You're doing half
of her job for her.
- Well, aren't you Mr. Helpful?

The location is a challenge
we're just gonna have to
overcome,

because my buyers
aren't the sort of people
you call up and say,

"Oh, hey, uh,
change of plans."

Here's the deal. You can help
me with my Samantha problem,
period.

Works out, you get paid.

How do I provide security
with you tying my hands?

Oh, God. I'm gonna
miss this table.

Lock down the hangar.
You said you taught her
everything she knows?

Think about what you'd do and
then what you'd do to stop that.

But we're doing the deal
with my buyers in my hangar,
where I'm in control.

Understand?
Lock it down.
Understood.

[ Samantha ]
Okay, so there's no way to get
to the chip before the sale,

no way to move the sale,
no way to delay the sale.

That South American hut's
starting to look better
and better.

What we're left with is
snatch-and-dash at the airport
when the sale goes down.

That sounds messy.
Brennen's gonna have that place
locked down tight.

Well, at least I'm in charge
of the lockdown.

We're gonna have
a lot of eyes on us,

but we might be able to
sneak in some special
construction materials.

- Like we did in Dublin.
- Yeah.

She talking about
that thing you and I did
in Saint Petersburg?

Yeah.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

I should take this.
[ Beeps ]

And I'm gonna leave... now.

[ Michael ]
Victor.

Well, you are an enigma
wrapped in a schizophrenic,
aren't you, sport?

First you don't shoot at me,
and then you set up
a little firing squad.

I needed help selling
a cover I.D. Nothing personal.

[ Laughs ]
Oh, we do have some fun,
don't we?

I really do wanna get together.
How soon can we do this?

If you give me till Friday,

I think I've got a way
to make sure guns
stay out of the equation.

Oh.
Didn't mean to startle you.

Now I know where Mike
gets his stealth.

Uh, Samantha,
I know you're busy,
but when this is over,

I would love to take you
to lunch, just to chat.

Now that
he didn't get from you.

What?
Well, he's not exactly
the chatty type, your son.

No, guess he's not.
He failed to mention
that he'd proposed to you.

Actually,
I proposed to him.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

If you don't mind,
what happened?

I'm not really sure.
We had fun.

Mike was the first guy
who really understood me.
Then one day, it was just over.

Never knew why.
He just said good-bye,
and, uh, he was gone.

Yeah, that sounds like Michael.

[ Michael Narrating ]
From private homes
to financial institutions...

to military encampments,
security consulting is
a multibillion dollar industry.

And while security consultants
constantly tout new materials
and technology,

the basic techniques
haven't changed in 4,000 years.

Get a better view
of any danger headed your way,

make your walls sturdier...

and arm yourself well enough
to fend off attacks.

Hardening a target
against attacks from outside
is pretty straightforward,

which it's why it's usually
best to attack, if you can,
from the inside.

Darling, are you ready
to watch me become rich?

[ Chuckles ]
I'm gonna relish this.

Oh, what the hell?
This is not good.

If that plane doesn't
come to us, we gotta go to it.

What if the buyers show?

[ Exhales ] We improvise.
We're gonna need a car.
Sam.

[ Brennen ]
Yeah. That's far enough.

You can't be serious.
You're not gonna leave the plane
out in the open like this?

It's not that I don't appreciate
all your work on the hangar.

I just like to change things up.

Brennen,
you don't understand.
No, you don't understand.

Either your security worked
and it scared Samantha away,
in which case I don't need it,

or it didn't scare her away,
she's ready for it
and I don't want it.

Hola, amigos.

¿Cómo estás?

Now what?

[ Exhales ]

It's an attack!
You're dead!

Come on.

You see?
What did I tell you?

- [ Brennen ] How did they
get into the airport?
- I locked down the hangar.

I didn't lock down the airport.

Thought I missed my ride.

You said Samantha was gonna try
to steal the chip. Did that look
like a robbery to you?

Jesus, you're
supposed to be smart.

The only way out for Samantha
was to steal the chip
and put it back.

When she couldn't do that,
she knew they'd find her,

so she did the next best thing--
she took you down with her.

You wanted to buy a mansion
and a private army in some
nonextradition country?

If I'm not mistaken,
your money just left
with your buyer.

Good luck finding a new one.

F.B.I., C.I.A., N.S.A.-- they'll
all be on high alert and after
that in less than 24 hours.

You used to work with Samantha.

You said you were
better than she was.

- That's what
you told me, right?
- I am.

You can put
the chip back at A.F.C.
and nobody'll notice it's gone.

[ Mouths Words ]

How stupid do you think I am?

This is what you want.
This, right here.

You get the chip.
I have to give it to you.
I have no choice.

This is what you want.
Am I right?

Yeah, you're right.
You have no choice.

You're either gonna be killed
or serving a life sentence...

by the end of the week
unless the chip goes back.

It doesn't matter what you
believe, Brennen.

There's one move for all of us--
put the chip back.

And unless you know somebody
else who can do that--

If you try to sell the chip,

if you don't put it back,

I will find you.

And no clever story
you're gonna tell
is gonna stop me...

from blowing your brains
out of the back of your skull.

Do we understand each other?
Absolutely.

[ Samantha ]
Welcome to A.F.C. Industries.

We manufacture satellite
and missile tracking systems,

we design
U.A.V. guidance chips...

and sometimes we accidentally
hire thieves.

That's the clean room.
That's where the chip
has to go.

The engineer that built it
comes back tomorrow.

He's got a presentation
on the chip at 3:00.
Well, then that's our deadline.

We put it back, Brennen's
on the run from his nasty
South American friends,

and we're good to go--
so long as we don't hit
any snags.

Show me the snags.
Card reader up front.

Now assuming they haven't
updated their employee files,
I can get us through.

We'll dummy up an I.D.
that says you work with me.

Handprint reader here?
Yeah. Yeah, but that's
not the problem.

Problem is
the clean room door.

It's got a keypad that
has a nine-digit access code,
changed weekly.

Took me 45 minutes to hack it
in the middle of the night.
Today we won't have five.

There's no way we can get out
clean in that kind of time.

Then I guess we'll just
have to get out dirty.

[ Michael Narrating ]
No large security building
is designed to be 100% secure.

Doing business
requires flexibility...

to deal with visitors,
repairmen, contractors,
et cetera.

Getting in, then, requires
using that flexibility.

- Hi.
- I need your I.D.'s.

He's got a temporary pass.
I'll sign him in.

And would you mind calling down,
letting them know...

- that we're gonna be by
to set him up as a vendor?
- Yeah, no problem.

Can you get me a raise
while you're at it?

[ Michael Narrating ]
You have to make everybody think
you're someone else's problem.

Even advanced security measures
are useless...

when people leave
their keys lying around,

and surprisingly often,
that's what people do.

People leave
their key cards in purses,
their passwords on desks,

and their handprints
on soda cans.

Oh, you want some?
He left a little.
I'm fine.

- Diet Mountain Dew.
- We don't have much time.

Shall we don our bunny suits?

You know, if you're shy, we can
break into the ladies' changing
room just up the hall.

Oh, we can do this.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Past a certain point
in a clearance facility,

you stop seeing
security cameras.

Lowly security guards
don't have the clearance...

to see what's on the cameras,
so there's no one
to monitor them.

Usually in the top security
areas of a high-tech facility,

it's less about monitoring
and more about fortification.

And here we are.
So tell me, Michael, what
exactly do we have planned here?

It's a shape charge.

The det cord explodes...

and the reinforced polyester
from the hose shapes the blast--

Uh, you'll see.

It's nice to see you've
learned some new tricks since
the last time I saw you.

I would stand back.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a high security situation,

most people try to create
the smallest disturbance
they can.

Thing is, high security is built
to deal with small disturbances.

Trip one sensor,
and you're toast.

Trip a hundred sensors, though,
and nobody knows what to do.

These look expensive.

- What? What are you doing?
- It's gotta look like
we broke in for a reason.

[ Man ]
All right, everybody out!
Move out of the building!

- Come on! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
- [ Chattering ]

We're trying to get everyone out
of here in an orderly fashion.

Please have your bags
ready for inspection.

[ Wand Squealing ]
[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]

Do you really think
they're gonna buy...

that someone went through
all this trouble just
for some lenses?

I don't think they're going to
know what to make of this.
Nothing major's missing.

Hopefully they'll
double the security,
keep people like you out.

Speaking of that, the bag?

The bag? What do you
wanna see my bag for?
Samantha.

It's just some platinum wire.
It's worth like, what,
eight grand?

- [ Wand Squealing ]
- Right this way. Come on.

It's done.
Sounds like you invited
the Miami-Dade sheriff's office.

-Not exactly what I had in mind.
-But it's exactly what you
needed.

One day I'm gonna figure out
exactly what game you were
playing here.

No game, Brennen.
I'd focus less on me than
getting out of the country.

Your buyers looked
pretty upset with you.

Your concern for my welfare
is much appreciated.

See you around, Michael.

[ Beeps ]

I love you. Bye.
[ Beeps ]

Charlie says hi.
Wants to know when
I'm coming to get him.

You leave town today, and you
need to stay out of town, Sam.
Brennen won't forget this.

He doesn't know
what to think right now,

but if he were ever to confirm
that we were working together--

Well, he wouldn't
take it well.

[ Sighs ]
And you need to
give up this life.

You got lucky this time.
Next time--

I know, I know.
I just wish my last job didn't
feel like such a failure.

You have your life,
you have your freedom
and you have Charlie.

You know, Charlie isn't yours,

but he could have been.

Lot of things
could have been.

[ Door Opens ]

Did it go all right?
Yeah. It's over now.

Well, it's late.
I should go.
Wait.

Whatever you're gonna say,
it's-- it's in the past.

It is and it isn't, Fi.

Sam and I worked
because she was like me.

She didn't mind that
my job was lying to people.
She loved it.

She did the same thing.
It made being with her easy.

And then I met you.

It was--
It was different.

It was never easy.

You knew a part of me
she never did.

And I left her...

because...

you don't marry someone
when you love somebody else.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh!

You wanna play with that
somewhere else?

You sure slept in.
Late night?

What are you doing?
Fixing a camera.

Fixing a disposable camera.
Right.

I have a meeting to get to.
If it goes well,
you can go home.

You could sleep in your own bed.
You won't have to pretend
to sleep in mine.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I-I know I shouldn't have been
eavesdropping last night, and
also I didn't hear everything,

but I still-- I shouldn't--
Mom, it's all right.
I don't give you much choice.

I'm sorry.

Michael?

You picked the right girl.

I just hope you're not waiting
for her to propose too.

[ Beeps ]

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah.

What? The metal detector
wasn't enough?

Oh, it's not that I don't trust
you, it's just that, uh,
I don't trust you.

Okay, here's my one-time,
expires immediately offer.

You tell Carla someone else
went after her operatives,
and we're friends--

kind of friends who don't
go bowling, don't go for beers,
don't even really speak,

but also don't
try to kill each other.

Yeah, I was looking for
a little more carrot
and a lot less stick.

I have questions,
and I think you can
answer them.

You're serious.

That was your idea?

All life's mysteries
revealed in the men's john...

of the Miami-Dade City Hall
and Municipal Building?

Actually, yeah.
Uh, that's what I want exactly.

Well, that's not on the menu.
What I'm offering is this.

We're friends on my terms,
or we're enemies.

And I'm asking for answers.

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Electricity Crackling ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spend a career in covert ops and
you learn a lot about yourself.

Will you lie to learn
something important? Yes.

Will you betray someone
to serve a higher cause?

Maybe.

Will you trade another man's
life for your freedom?

You don't really know the answer
until you face the question.