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

[ Grunting ]

[ Michael Narrating ] There
are advantages to training
with someone you're close to.

Knowing each other's moves
makes training more effective.

But being involved in
each other's personal lives...

can also make training
a lot more painful.
Ow.

Oops.
Is there something
you wanna talk about, Fi?

Not really.
[ Grunts ]

I know you're not thrilled
about me reaching out
to the intelligence community...

I don't have a problem with it.

You want your old job back?
I said I'd be supportive.

Not a problem.

Fi.
[ Grunting ]

Ooh, Fiona!

[ Door Rattling ]
Are you expecting company?

Wow. That's like
two days' worth of yogurt.

That is either
a brilliantly
disguised bomb,

or somebody knows
the way to your heart.

And they're shy.
They didn't stick around.

A thank-you gift
from a client?

Well, that's the most
you've ever been paid
for a job.

Pretty soon you'll be able
to stop bumming money
from me.

It's a gift from
your agency friends,
isn't it?

Could be.
Good for you.

Looks like you're getting
back in.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Meeting a new operative is a
lot like going on a blind date.

You're bound to be nervous
the first couple of times
you do it,

but live through a few
and you get to be an expert.

You should arrive early,
prepare an exit strategy...

and know you could be in
for an ugly surprise.

You know, I figured you'd run
surveillance from the bistro
'cause of the sight lines,

but, uh, you're the spy, right?

This place is better.
Better escape routes.
Better iced tea.

So, Michael,
you like the yogurt?

I haven't tried it yet.
I was always taught never
take yogurt from strangers.

Ah. Then let's not
be strangers then.

Name's Tom Strickler.

And what is it that you do, Tom?

Match people
with opportunities.
It's a bit like an agent.

Man with your skills
is extremely valuable,
as I'm sure you're aware.

And, uh, just make sure
all that doesn't go to waste.

You're operating in Miami.
No resources.
No operational support.

That's no way to live.
It's not safe,

for you or the people
you care about.

And you're the solution to that?
Yeah.

I'm not asking you to change
a thing. You get to keep doing
what comes naturally.

And what is that?
Surviving.

You're great at surviving.
Now, you're a man with enemies.
We know that.

But your enemies have enemies
of their own.

People that will pay
to have you take care
of their problems.

Called synergy.
The enemy of your enemy
is your financial opportunity.

- And what's in it for you?
- Ten percent.

I'm putting together
a deal for you now actually.

I heard a rumor about
an old associate of yours
who's making a move to Miami.

Figure the smart money's
on Michael Westen
in that little fight.

And you're the smart money.

Any more details
on this old associate?
Still working on that.

Apparently, there's some
Ukrainian who's very upset
about an op you ran in the '90s.

I'll let you know more
as I get the details.

Yeah, sorry.
I'm not a killer for hire.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves. This might be
a killing thing, it might not.

Let me do my homework,
and, uh, we'll discuss.

There's nothing to discuss.

Well, the thing is,
this guy's coming one way
or another and...

Tom.
Okay.

Okay. You have my number.
We'll talk soon.

Unless the Ukrainian cuts
your tongue out first, right?

So, who's the secret admirer?
Whoever they are, they have
good taste in yogurt.

His name's Strickler.
He says someone
I crossed paths with...

in the Ukraine is in town
looking to settle an old score.

And he's here to profit
from any bloodshed.

Charming.
Who's the Ukrainian?

Strickler claims not to know,
which is inconvenient,

because there's quite
a few people from that region...

who would like to see me
stop breathing.

Hmm. I know a guy.
Goes by Beck.
He might be able to help.

He's made a lot of money
for some very powerful
people over there.

-If there's a Ukrainian in town,
he'll be able to fill you in.
-Based in Miami?

Mm-hmm. Started as a local
gangster and went big-time.
He hijacks cargo and ships it.

Like FedEx, the Kalashnikov set.

He's about as connected
as a Miami hustler who doesn't
speak Russian can get.

Think you can get me a meeting?

Mmm, you might not want me
as your go-between.

I may have... intercepted
a couple of his shipments once.

Sparkling new P90s, Michael.
They deserved a good home.

So I get to walk up
to him cold. Great.

Well, at least you'll get
a good cup of coffee.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

I know his favorite spot.
Yeah, Sam?

Yeah, Mike, I'm at your mom's.
She got some curtains from a guy
named Tom Strickler.

Is this a business
associate of yours?

Put it this way. You know that
broker that contacted you
in East Germany in '89?

Yeah, Mueller. Tried to pay me
to "accidentally" blow up
a factory during an operation.

- Bloodsucker.
- I have my own parasite.

Some Ukrainian's in town
looking for me.

If I can get to him
before he gets to me...

Strickler cuts you a check
and you're one step closer
to being a mercenary.

- What are you gonna do?
- Try and run down the Ukrainian
through a contact of Fi's.

- Sam, can you, uh...
- Check out Strickler?

I'm on it.

No one else gave me
a house rewarming present,

not even the guy
who blew up my house.

Maddy, I thought
we were over that.

Forgiveness is a process.

Pick me up some curtain rods,
and maybe.

Fine. Curtain rods.
You got it.

[ Woman ]
Hi there.

[ Michael Narrating ] The cold
approach is something you try
to avoid in intelligence work.

You wanna ease into
a relationship over time.

When that's impossible,
you just have to turn on
the charm and hope for the best.

John Beck, right?

Name is Michael.

I heard that you might
be able to help me
with a little situation.

Word is you're a guy
with connections.

That's what they say.

I just need
a little information.
And why should I give it to you?

I'm a good friend to have.

Let me explain
something to you, man.
I don't have friends.

I'm a businessman.
I got rivals.
I got associates.

I even got a few enemies.
But friends,

sorry, that's not how I roll.

I just need help
tracking down a Ukrainian...

who might be in town
looking for me.

Hmm. Sounds like
you're in a bind.

Could be.
That's what I'm trying
to find out.

Good luck.
Not my problem.

A while ago,
one of your shipments
of P90s was diverted.

I can make sure
that kind of thing stops.

See, I don't like people
in my business.

This here friendship
has gotten off
to a bad start.

Friendships are about
give and take.

You give me the information,
I will take care
of your shipment issues.

How 'bout I give you one more
chance to get out of here
before I shoot you in the face?

[ Tires Screeching ]

That Ukrainian I mentioned,
he brought a few extra guys
into town with him.

I'd get down.
[ People Screaming ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A flash-bang grenade temporarily
impairs hearing and vision.

[ Whispers ]
I'd get down.

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
It makes fighting back...

or attempting escape futile
and dangerous to civilians.

So if you have to shoot blind,

- it's better to use a camera
than a gun.
- [ Shutter Clicks ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Ringing ]
That was a short meeting.

[ Man Shouting In Russian ]
Michael?

[ People Screaming ]

[ Speaking Russian ]

- [ Electricity Crackles ]
- [ Groans ]

Michael!

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a hostage situation,

the same things that get you
killed will extend your life.

Hey, hey, look.
I don't know who
you guys are, okay,

but I got no problem with you.

I guarantee that you don't
want no problems with me
or the people I work with, huh?

So let's just cut
this thing off right here.

No harm, no foul.
Everybody goes home
and we just forget all about it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you have money,
you'll live till you pay.

If you have information,
you'll live till you talk.

Hey, come on. Look,
you got the wrong guy.
I'm not part of this.

I just met him
for the first time
five minutes ago.

What do you think they're
gonna do? Drop you off
at Starbucks,

give you a couple of bucks
for a cup of coffee?

Shut up and we'll figure it out.
Hey. Hey! I'm serious, man.
You got the wrong guy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
And if you have nothing,
you're pretty much disposable.

- [ Hammer Cocks ]
- [ Speaking Russian ]

[ People Chattering ]
[ Sirens Wailing ]

Excuse me.
We need to keep this area clear.

[ Voice Cracking ]
Oh, well, you know,
I was... I was in here.

And I... I ran out
when those men showed up.

And my husband,
he's still in here.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Ringing ]
Yeah, Fi?

Sam, I'm at the café
where Michael was meeting Beck.

- What's wrong?
- He's gone. So is Beck.

An extraction team,
professionals from
what I'm overhearing.

Jesus. You think Mikey's
Ukrainian made his move already?

Well, he moved quicker
than anyone expected.
Wait a second.

Michael's cell.

[ Beeps ]

He took a picture of the team.

You know what?
We gotta find Strickler.

Maybe he can put some names
to these faces.

I don't trust that guy.
Yeah, well,
he's all we got.

Plus, it'll give us a chance
to kick his teeth in.

Well, I'm wearing
my teeth-kicking heels.
See you in five.

Is there something wrong?

Ah, no, not at all.
[ Chuckles ]
Why would you think that?

So why are you
packing your gun
and your bulletproof vest?

Look, it's nothing
to worry about.
I just gotta run an errand.

Really. So tell me
about this errand.

[ Groans ]

Hey.

[ Michael Narrating ]
After the adrenaline rush
of an operation comes a crash.

Heightened reflexes
and awareness don't last.

Two boring hours
of driving later,

even the sharpest killing
machine lets down his guard.

You don't want to meet
this guy Chechik.

When it's time,
get to the back door
and open it.

What are you doing?

Just remember to set your jaw.

You traitor!
You son of a...

- Hey!
- Are you thinking of
selling me out to Chechik?

- I will kill you!
- [ Speaking Russian ]

[ Yelps ]

- [ Men Shouting In Russian ]
- We have to head
into the trees.

- I got nothing
to do with this!
- [ Gunshots ]

I don't even know him!

What do you want, an apology?
Let's go!

[ Man Shouting In Russian ]

[ Russian ]

[ Man Speaking Russian ]

Look, Maddy, how many times
do we have to go over this?

I mean, we're just doing
a little practicing.
Mike is fine. I swear.

You're gonna hear some swearing
if you don't tell me the truth.

Sam, what is taking you so long?

Oh, look, there's Fiona.
She never shows up
when there's trouble.

I'm telling you,
there's no trouble.

Fi's just here to pick
me up for... a movie.

Really?

Well, I'm in the mood
for a matinee. Should I
bring a gun too?

- Madeline...
- Don't you patronize me.

I have a right to know
what's happening with my son.

Did I fall apart the last time
you told me what was going on?

Someone took Michael.

They took him? Where?

That's what we need to find out.
Second you find out anything,
I expect you to call me.

Okay, Maddy.
Sam, let me remind you, you
are staying in my guest room.

You call me, or God
as my witness, I will
smother you in your sleep.

All right, all right,
we'll call.

- Look, wait.
Stop! Stop right now.
- We don't have time for this.

You want to shoot me,
you'll have the same problem,
just with one less bullet.

Well, maybe I'll drag
your ass back to that road
as a peace offering.

- I deal with Russians
all the time.
- You speak the language?

No, I got guys for that.
Well, you better learn fast.

Chechik didn't hire
goodwill ambassadors.

They're not gonna wait
for a translator to show up
before they start shooting.

So maybe I'll put a bullet
in your head in front of 'em.

That don't require
a lot of translation.

Listen, Beck.
I got you into this.
I will get you out.

If we head east...
What, you wanna go
deeper into the woods?

Man, we got enough problems
without adding alligators
to the list.

You go whatever way you want.
I'm going...

I'm-I'm going this way.
Beck, save your ammo.

Few days wandering around here
starving, you're gonna want to
eat that last bullet.

[ Men Chattering ]

You wanna survive, Beck?
Follow me.

You missed a spot.

Hello. You're
Michael's friends, right?

- Where is he?
- Want a mojito?

Don't look so concerned,
sweetheart.

Let me guess. Our favorite spy's
in a bit of a jam and
you're hoping I can get him out.

Oh, I wish it was that simple.

I was telling him to keep his
head down until I could find out
more about who was after him.

- And?
- I have some calls out.

You've got some calls out?
I suggest you try harder.

No need for theatrics.
I want Michael alive
as much as the next guy.

- Unless, of course,
the next guy's Ukrainian.
- You know that fella?

Michael took this picture
before he was snatched.
Oh, yeah.

I know that pretty boy.
His name is Vlad...

Byrueben... Ballubyn...
"B" something.

Anyway, last time I checked,
he's part of a criminal
syndicate run by Pyotr Chechik.

Chechik?
That rings a bell.

Mikey met him back in '97
when he blew up...

Well, let's just say
that he really hates Mikey.

- Where could we find Chechik?
- Oh, well,

guys with records like him
don't cross borders too easily.

If he is in Miami,
he didn't fly commercial.

I know some of the pilots
that do the
Miami-Eastern Europe route.

Could put out some feelers.
Give me a couple hours.

I'm not giving you
a couple minutes.
I want names now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When on the run, subtle things,
like broken branches,

flattened grass
and disturbed ground can give
you away to an expert tracker.

An inexperienced tracker may
require a more obvious trail.

Whoa, whoa. What is this?
You trying to get us killed?

No, followed. We need
to lead them deeper in.

Turn their strengths to
weaknesses. Their bulletproof
vests will get hotter.

Their guns will get heavy.
We gotta get them farther
from their supplies.

- Whatever you got planned,
they're far enough already.
- Beck, listen to me.

No, you listen to me.
I grew up in
the Florida backwoods.

I spent my whole life
trying to get out.

I fought my way down to Miami
so I'd never have to swat bugs
in another damn mangrove swamp.

And now you just drag me
back. Man, I say we make
our stand right here.

- You wanna make a stand?
- Yes.

- Can we make the stand
over there?
- Okay.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Still think you can take 'em?
There's five of 'em.
I got five rounds.

Oh, that's your plan.
You have a 100% kill rate
with a handgun.

It's better than running
around in the damn swamp!

I ain't too bad with a gun.
I might teach you something.

You fire, they'll get
our position. They'll flank us
and hunt us down.

We have to separate 'em.

We gotta lead them
just a little farther in.

And then we strike.
And then we strike.

[ Russian ]

Looks like the guy
Strickler said flew
Chechik into the country.

Why anyone would allow him
to pilot a plane
is beyond me.

Oh, great.
A drunk with a gun.

This calls for subtlety.
I can do subtle.

Well, I don't like to,
but I can.

What is a sweet little girl
like you doing in a big,
bad bar like this?

I'm looking for a big, bad man.

- Like you.
- [ Hammer Cocks ]

Come with me,
or say good-bye to your
two closest friends.

Got a few hundred yards on 'em.

Give me your shoelaces.
Look, I may not be Rambo,
but if you making a trap...

It doesn't have to work.
They'll see it.
They'll figure we're close.

They'll fan out
and we'll injure one of 'em.

- Oh, we're injurin' 'em?
- It'll slow 'em down.

If I have to drag a complaining
pain in the ass through
the woods, they can too.

Now give me your shoelaces.

Know what? Maybe it's time
we listened to the guy
with the gun for a while.

Fine.

Now, give me your shoelaces.

[ Laughs ]
Mr. Smart-ass.

All right,
let's try this again.
Give me your shoelaces.

Please.

[ Grunting ]
[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

Hello?
Yeah, Maddy, you wanted me
to call, so I'm calling.

Did you find Michael?

No, but we found some guy
who might be able
to tell us where he is.

Look, we're leaving
Hallandale right now.

We're heading over to the loft
to ask him some questions.

You bring him here instead.
Madeline...

It's closer than Michael's loft
and you don't have time
to waste.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Fanning out in a search pattern
is a great way...

to cover a lot of area,
but it also divides your forces.

[ Groans ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Knee Snaps ]

- Stand back. Stand back!
- Don't. We need him alive.
Remember?

You wanna hit him again?

Any time now. Come on.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Military units are a lot
like marching bands.

[ Groans, Shouting In Russian ]

Take out the guy
conducting the operation...

and you'll throw everyone
out of sync.

Pretty soon, all you have left
is sound and fury.

We got two guns, explosives,
a serious knife. We could even
the odds real quick.

- Not until they call Chechik.
We need to lure him out here.
- What are you talking about?

- We get Chechik, we can
end this. It's the only way.
- You want more men out here?

When you started out,
who was the biggest hijacker
in Miami?

Cuban guy, Montez.
How did you take him down?

Well, I paid one of his guys
to let me into his place.

And then I stuck a gun
in his mouth until he decided
to move back to Havana.

You dealt with the problem
at the top. That's what
we're doing here.

But what if they don't
call Chechik?
They will.

They're in over their heads
and they know it.

[ All Shouting In Russian ]

See?

Don't get cocky.

You've been running up
frequent flyer miles
with a lot of shady characters.

I wonder what the feds
would think.

I told you, man.
All I do is fly the plane.

[ Laughs ]
I doubt the boys in suits
would see it that way.

See, Chechik is a bad guy.
War crimes, murder for hire.

Why do you think
I'm keeping my mouth shut?

[ Door Opens ]

That guy is more afraid of
Chechik than he is of us. We're
gonna have to squeeze harder.

If by "squeeze," you mean choke.

He can't talk
if he can't breathe, Fi.
He can whisper.

I have good hearing.
You push him too hard,
he's gonna snap.

And then he's just gonna
start making crap up.
Oh, Sam Axe wisdom.

[ Door Opens ]

Hey, how you doing?

You comfortable?
Need anything?

Mind if I sit?

You want a cigarette?

Mind if I do?
[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ] Sorry. I don't mean
to bother you. It's just I need
a little peace and quiet.

They get loud
when they're angry.

[ Sighs ]

Luckily this place
is well-insulated.

You can't hear a peep
from outside.

Probably why they like it
so much.

I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't give you
the wrong impression.

I have never once ever,
ever seen them make
anyone suffer.

If they don't think
you'll break,
they end it quick.

You sure you don't want
a cigarette?

It's good for the nerves.

It's not like you have
to worry about getting
cancer anymore.

[ Groans ]
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I hurt you?

There you go.

It's good, huh?

I don't micromanage you.
I'm not micromanaging
you either.

Dropped 'em off by seaplane
a few hours ago. A small cabin
in the middle of the swamp.

There's no address,
but I got the latitude
and longitude.

How?

Oh, honey, I've met guys like
this before. They're only brave
when people are yelling at 'em.

So, are you gonna
go get my son, or do I
have to do that too?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When fighting in the wilderness,

the biggest threats are often
the ones you don't see...
dehydration,

exhaustion and nerves.

[ Boats Approaching ]

But boatloads of hostiles
don't help either.

- There's Chechik.
- Damn.

Is there a Russian word
for hardass?

[ Russian ]

If we can get him into the
woods, we'll have enough cover
to separate him from his men.

You sound pretty confident
for a guy hiding in the jungle
in a pair of designer slacks.

We wanted Chechik.
There he is.

Yeah, along with
more men, more guns
and damn airboats, man!

We take out Chechik
and all those guys
will come after us.

The men who work for you,
if you were taken out,
what would they do?

Shoot the bastards who did it.
Really? You really think so?

You said you had no friends.

All right, think like a
businessman. How long would they
stomp around in this swamp...

once the guy
who cuts their checks
is out of commission?

[ Chattering ]

- Hey, how you doing?
- Yeah, how you doing?

Hey, what'll it take
to rent one of these babies
for a couple hours?

Ninety bucks, plus insurance.

Twenty-five for basic coverage,
15 for supplemental liability.

- Does that cover
small-arms fire?
- [ Sam Laughs ]

What my friend here is saying
is we're not big on paperwork.

Fifty extra bucks,
you guys weren't even here.

Look, we just disappeared.

Thank you, sir.

[ Russian ]

That's Chechik.
Some things
never change.

[ Beck ]
So we get him when he goes
into the woods, huh?

He ain't going into the woods!
We have to get him to move.
The point is...

The point is you wanted 'em
to call for backup and they did,

and now we're outnumbered
five to one.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In battle, not even
the best laid plans...

survive contact with the enemy.

If you want to survive,
you have to be willing
to improvise.

- If you distract his men...
- Wait, wait, wait. Distract
a dozen guys with guns?

Forget it. You and me are done.
I'd rather take my chances
with Mr. Hardass over there.

Beck, stop. Beck.
Get off!

You're gonna get
yourself killed.

What you gonna do, shoot me?
Huh? Give away your position?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course, there's such a thing
as too much improvisation.

Hey, it's like you said.
I'm a businessman.

I got something they want.
Now it's time to negotiate.
Hey, I wanna make a deal!

You want Westen?
I can give you Westen!

[ Screams ]

Come on. Get up.

[ Man Shouts In Russian ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Russian ]

[ Beck Groans ]

[ Beck Groans ]

[ Beck Groaning ]

You think you can reach
that bank underwater?
Guess I have to.

[ Groaning Continues ]

You know, I should have
shot you when you first
interrupted my coffee.

Let's not dwell
on missed opportunities.

You know, I got 25 people
on my payroll.

I got... I got people
who report to people
who report to people.

And here I am alone,
in the middle of nowhere, about
to die from a damn leg wound.

- Well, you're not alone.
- [ Groans ]

The hell I'm not.
What, you gonna stick around
and watch me die?

- No, we're gonna get
through this together.
- What, are you crazy?

You seen what happened
to people with leg wounds
out here.

Look, it doesn't have
to be that way.
We have to decide right now.

Are you ready to trust me
and figure out a plan, or do
you wanna die out here alone?

Is it really
that tough of a call?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Delaying tactics aren't
the most glamorous part...

of a battle plan,
but they're often
the most important.

Slowing the enemy down
buys you time to prepare
the ground ahead of him.

And that, more than almost
anything else, wins battles.

Where is your friend?

I got nothing to say to you.

[ Groans ]

Where is Michael?

Why should I tell you?
You're just gonna kill me
anyway.

Maybe. Maybe not.

You're nobody.
I'm here for Westen.

You tell me where he is,
and I give you some water
and bandages for the wounds.

[ Chuckles ]

You see this?
I swear on the cross...

and the eyes of my children.

All right. Fine.

He went that way
into the swamp...

where the airboats can't go.

[ Russian ]

The pilot dropped Chechik
just a few miles up.

If Mike's not there,
I hope you brought
bug spray.

[ Fiona ]
Right there.

That must be Chechik's airboat.
They gotta be close.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy, there's no shame
in retreat.

When faced with
a more powerful enemy,

you're trained to get
out of the way and keep moving.

It's not about running away
or giving up.

The goal of any retreat
is to find the right place
to marshal your resources...

and make a stand.

Military history is filled
with stories of small forces
taking on larger ones.

Whether it's David
fighting Goliath or the French
Resistance fighting the Nazis,

the strategy is basically
the same.

You have to choose
the right ground, deploy
your resources carefully...

and remember that
the greatest weapon
in any battle is surprise.

Give me the radio.

Well, well, Michael,
here we are again.

After so many years,
you, me, plenty of guns.

I almost forgot
how much I enjoyed the hunt.

I thought after serving 10 years
for war crimes, you would
have found a new hobby.

The 10 years just made me
want to find you more.

You never get over
the one that got away.

Well, I'm flattered.
You brought a whole army
just to find little old me?

Times change, Michael.
An army that big I get
to fold my laundry.

I work for Fyodor Markov now.

Markov? You know, I liked
you K.G.B. officers better
before you sold out.

You know, at least
you believed in something.

You should be happy, Michael.

We all live American dream...
dream spies like you
helped make.

Open borders, free markets,
everyone's friends.

Look at me.
Ukrainian with Russian team,
German weapons,

funding from the West.

So many backgrounds,
so many people working
together...

just to drag every secret
out of Michael Westen's head...

before we cut it off
and feed it to the dogs.

But enough talk.
As much as I'd like
to catch up,

you should have turned
your radio off.

[ Radio Feeding Back ]

[ Shouting In Russian ]

- [ Explosions ]
- [ Men Grunting ]

You should stick
to hunting things
that don't fight back.

Get your men to drop
their guns. Do it now.
All right, all right.

[ Chechik ]

Nothing you have
to worry about anymore.

Get up.

Thanks, man.
Easy peasy, huh?

I expect some serious
memory loss, you understand?
Yeah, yeah.

You think this is over?
[ Russian ]
Markov will find you.

- Don't you know
it's rude to drop names?
- [ Beck ] It's stupid too.

Especially when a nobody
like me can drop bigger ones.

All those K.G.B. colonels
in the Russian mafia,

well, they work
for an old K.G.B. general...

who happens to be
a business associate of mine.

Now, I don't wanna name names,

but he controls about
800 miles of the Siberian
oil pipeline.

Yeah. [ Chuckles ]
Yeah, I do all their
import-export work.

You nearly cost him
a lot of money today.

I'm gonna have
to give him a call,
see how they feel about that.

I give you 50,000
and I swear you'll never
see me again.

- I know I won't.
- Get this fool outta here.

Stop. One hundred.
Come on.

- Don't be stupid. Come on.
- There's not enough money
in the world.

Mikey, next time you get
kidnapped, can you stay
out of the Everglades?

There ain't gonna be
no next time. At least not
for these boys.

And you still owe me
a shipment of P90s.

- Don't think I forgot.
- I'll make sure
they get to you.

One day I think
we're gonna look back on this
as a nice day out in nature.

Don't push it.
I'll just say this.

You said you were
a good friend to have.

Could do worse.

So, what brings you two
out to this neck of the woods?

Oh, well, you know,
it's such a sunny day,
I thought you might need these.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

I'm beginning to think
I should get you
one of those harness things.

You know, like they have
for toddlers.

You've been wandering off
a little too much these days.

It's nothing
I can't handle, Mom.

No. See, you don't get
to act that casual...

when I'm interrogating
strange men in my garage
to save your life.

I'm sorry about that, Mom.

Whatever.

Getting answers out of him
was a hell of a lot easier
than getting 'em out of you.

[ Sighs ]
Be careful.

Okay?

So, do you like my new curtains?

You hung your curtains
by yourself?

Actually, no.
Some very nice people
came over and did it.

They were sent over
by your friend Strickler.

Wonderful.

Try not to wrinkle them
when you're sweeping them
for bugs.

No gift basket?

Michael. So nice
to have you back in town.

But no, no gift basket.
I got you something better.

Your share of
the Ukrainian deal.

Turns out
a group of Baltic separatists...

wanted Chechik
out of the picture
just as much as you did.

Some quick negotiating
on my part, and voilà.

Your day trip to the swamp
paid for itself.

I didn't fight off Chechik
for the cash.
I know.

You did it for you.
This is just
a wonderful by-product.

And this is just
the beginning.
I can get whatever you want.

Let me save you some time,
Strickler. I'm never gonna
work with you.

Not for the money,
not for the yogurt,
for the curtains.

I'm not a mercenary.
Okay.

But, Michael,
you gotta ask yourself this.
What is it that you want?

What is it you deserve?
Man with your skills,
with your background,

burned, out in the cold
with nothing.

Don't answer right now.
Just... think about it.

I'll be around.