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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.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're pursuing someone,

it's tempting to focus exclusively on overtaking the other person.

It's often better to force the person you're chasing...

to go faster than the terrain allows...

and wait for them to make a mistake.

But even when a chase ends,

you can never assume the other person will give up without a fight.

It's over.

It's not over, Michael. One more time.

No. That was our tie-breaker, Fi.

Best out of five then. Hate to see you lose again.

[ Yelps ]

Fi! Ahh!

Yes, you would.

I can be a very sore loser.

I could get used to this new life of yours, Michael.

The people who burned you are gone. We're taking vacations.

Yeah, these vacations are gonna kill me pretty quickly if you keep riding like that, Fi.

There are worse ways to go.

[ Footsteps ]

Sir, you have a phone call back at the office... from Langley.

[ Sighs ]

Next time, we're going to the Riviera, not a government training facility.

Ohh! Okay.

[ Chattering ]

How you doing, Max? [ Sighs ]

How was Costa Rica? Not bad for government funded R & R.

Thanks for setting that up. Yep.

Consider it a "welcome back" gift.

So, here we are.

Your first official government gig in... How long has it been?

It's been a while. So what's the job?

Who's the job, actually... Carson Huxley.

He's a Brit, he's a genius, and he's a very valuable asset of ours.

That guy? He looks like he's about to eat the worm.

That guy has the I.Q. of a rocket scientist and the libido of a rock star.

He's one of Her Majesty's top nuclear engineers.

He also likes to cheat on his wife at conferences like this.

It's a blackmailer's dream come true.

All it takes is a few pictures with the wrong woman.

[ Michael Narrating ] Intelligence agencies spend more money protecting secrets...

than stealing them.

But no digital encryption or biometrically locked vaults...

can keep sensitive information from spilling out of an indiscreet asset's mouth,

which is why one of the most common duties for a spy is babysitting.

We picked up some chatter that he'd be approached here.

Any specifics on who's doing the approaching?

No, I don't know. But I'm guessing that whoever it is...

is not gonna be too hard on the eyes.

You know the drill. Chaperone the drunk, make sure he doesn't get lucky.

And we all sleep easy at night.

Oh, that's my cue. I'll, uh... I'll take the first shift.

You're on at 4:00. You get the tech-talk mixer in the Coconut Lounge.

Knock 'em dead, buddy.

Refinished floors, marble countertops, great ocean views...

It's the perfect bachelorette pad for someone like you.

You know, I really should have shown you this before the others, but...

I'm gonna stop talking for just a minute...

and give you guys a sec to really imagine the possibilities.

[ Sighs ]

Well, the balcony's big enough to lay prone with a sniper rifle,

but there's really no obvious place for my snow globes.

What do you think, Michael?

Michael?

- Huh? Yeah, I think so. - You think what?

[ Cell Phone Rings ] I think... I got to take this.

[ Beeps ] Yeah, Jesse.

I'll meet you there in 15 minutes.

[ Beeps ] You think what?

I think we got to go. Jesse wants to meet.

I'll wait outside.

Where did your friend go?

Oh, I'm afraid we haven't quite captured his attention today.

But this isn't for him. It's for me.

So maybe you and I can meet again Monday?

Oh, no problem, you know, and don't worry.

Lots of men don't really focus until it's time to negotiate.

Yeah, well, that man doesn't focus...

unless an international conspiracy is threatening to ruin his life.

[ Chuckles ]

My, my, my. Private security looks like the life.

Nice suit.

Yeah, it's got its perks. Look, um, I got a problem.

I bet. The lease payments on that car must be scary.

No. This is serious. Somebody came to me at work.

There's a job. I don't know who else to talk to about it.

Jesse, I-I have this thing with the government now. I can't really...

Mike, there's a whole bunch of people in some serious trouble, okay?

It's my first job back. It's important.

Are you talking life and death? 'Cause that's what I'm talking.

There's a whole lot of girls that are going to die if we don't do something about it.

Now, what, are you really too busy to help?

So, you can get the details from the client, but the highlights are...

human traffickers and about 20 missing girls.

Jesse, I want to help, but your timing, right this minute, couldn't be worse.

Yeah, Michael's new job at the C.I.A. requires some very exciting babysitting.

Apparently, happy hour is more important than saving innocent young women.

That's not exactly how I would put it, Fi... Fi.

How exactly would you put it, Mike? You're the one that's been about helping people, right?

Is that all over now that you're back with the government?

No, Jesse. I will help, just as soon as I can, but...

In the meantime, those of us who can prioritize are here for you, Jesse.

I'll call Sam.

Ryoko's the V.P. of sales for Pacific Rim Industries.

My firm handles their security here in town, so...

When her cousin went missing, she figured I could help.

My family back in Japan lives in a small village near Kyoto.

They said some girls there were approached by men from the city...

Criminals... that convinced young women to go with them.

The girls think they'll get job if they go.

But, instead, they are forced to...

Your cousin is one of these girls?

Norika. She's only 15.

- And you think she's here in Miami? - Yes. I know it.

Two days ago, one of the girls called her family in the village.

First, she had to stolen phone from the men.

She said she had seen a sign with the words "Port of Miami."

Then someone took the phone away.

Her father listened as she was killed.

My relatives contacted me because...

they don't know anyone else in Miami who can help them.

- Have you gone to the police? - Yes.

But they said there's not enough information to find Norika and the other girls.

Well, they may be right. Miami is an awfully big haystack.

Well, I might have a lead on our needle.

My firm has some pretty high-level contacts in the telecom business.

They pulled some strings. Turns out that the phone used to call the village...

tracks to a hotel in South Beach... Check that out.

Could be one of our dirtbags is staying there.

Son of a bitch is probably sipping mojitos as we speak.

Not for long. Let's hope Mike hurries up with his C.I.A. job.

[ Michael Narrating ] Covert security is all about making friends.

You have to give yourself a plausible reason to be near your target.

Some of the most important secrets in the world...

have been protected by a guy with a few stories and a drink in his hand.

[ Slurring ] I come off the plane... I just fly into M.I.A....

And a custom officer pulls out Cuban cigars... a full box.

And I say to him, "Is it too late to return 'em?"

The same thing happened to me...

trying to bring some peanuts back from Khartoum.

I'm gonna get another drink... Another rum and Coke.

Yeah, make it two. [ Mouths Words ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Oh, bloody hell.

You need to get that?

Oh, most definitely not.

It's my wife calling to complain about something or other. [ Ringing Stops ]

- It's her specialty. - You been married long?

Oh, 23 very long years.

She can't be all that bad. You've not met my wife.

[ Laughing ] Count yourself lucky.

I don't see a wedding ring on that finger.

My advice... keep it that way.

Marriage is like a loaf of bread.

It tastes great at the start, but it goes stale very fast.

At this point, it's just one barney after another. "Barney"?

Yeah, fight. Mmm.

You don't have to tell me about fighting.

My girlfriend...

She'll just explode. I mean, if I'm looking at another woman...

Look who's coming over. I bought them a couple of drinks earlier.

[ Michael Narrating ] Controlling an unruly asset is tough,

especially when women and alcohol are combined.

Which is why, as a general rule,

you don't even try to control the hunter... you just scare off the prey.

Oh! Oh! [ Glass Breaks ]

Oh! My girlfriend is gonna kill me.

This... She bought me this suit.

Hey, look, pipe down, will you, man?

Oh, like your wife is any different.

Oh, no.

Damn it. Damn.

Wait. Where are they going? Oh.

Hey, let's get another drink.

I'm guessing that's the guy. I slipped the concierge my last 50...

to find out which guest checked in with a Japanese passport.

He pointed me to him. Said the guy's name is Takeda.

Son of a bitch has 20 girls locked in a box somewhere... and he's lounging poolside.

Check out that missing digit.

Either he's Japanese mafia or he's been keeping a pet tiger.

Well, that would explain the shiny suit.

You don't want to be flashing your yakuza tattoos all over South Beach.

Might raise a few eyebrows.

- [ No Audible Dialogue ] - What's this all about?

I don't know. But you can bet that guy's greased a few palms of his own around this hotel.

What's he doing?

That waiter was awfully friendly.

Looks like Takeda got tipped off.

Yeah, I'd say so. He set fire to his I.D. and his phone.

Probably thinks we're cops.

Jesse, take the car. I'll meet you out front.

All right, end of the line, pal. Just drop your...

Ooh! God!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Takeda!

- [ Tires Screeching ] - [ Grunts ]

- [ Woman ] Oh, my God! - Well, that slowed him down.

Well, it was either that or taking a bullet. [ Groaning ]

It's okay. It's okay. I'm a doctor. Back off.

Please don't touch him. He's in shock. We got to get this man to a hospital.

- Hey, you guys need some help? - Get away from me!

Yeah, we need some help.

- I'll kill you! - [ Fiona ] In you go.

- Aah! - Hush, now.

Talking's only gonna make it hurt worse.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Interrogating a captive...

isn't just about what you know about them,

it's about what they know about you.

If they think you're cops, they'll behave one way.

If they think you're rivals, they'll behave another.

It's a choice you only get to make once,

so you have to do your homework and get it right the first time.

How have you been playing it?

Like we're rival traffickers, looking for some girls.

The problem is, Takeda thinks that me and Fi and Jesse are just soldiers.

You know how it is with these yakuza guys... it's all about hierarchy.

So I was thinking... It was time for the big, bad boss to make an appearance.

The bigger, the better, Mike. How badly is he hurt?

Uh, pretty bad. He's got a busted hip and one of his arms is broken.

I mean, the guy's a lunatic.

Tried to play a game of human Frogger, and it didn't quite work out for him.

Frogger... it's a video game from the '80s.

Never mind.

It's gonna be tough to get him to talk when he's in so much pain.

Yeah, I thought about that. That's why, um, I called in someone else to play nurse.

Absolutely not. It is too dangerous.

Michael, you're gonna be outside with your gun,

and you've got the man shackled to the bed, for God's sake.

How dangerous could it be?

The guy is a yakuza gangster. I'm not putting you in the same room with him.

Uh, I'm sorry. I thought you were running out of time...

and that people were going to die.

Do you have a better idea that doesn't involve me?

[ Scoffs ]

Right. Okay, then. Guess I'm on.

Listen, Mom. This guy can't know that you're working with us.

He has to believe we forced you to do this.

I think I can manage that. No, I don't think you understand.

I'm gonna have to treat you as bad as I treat him or even worse.

I get it. I don't think you do, Mom.

It's not gonna feel like an act. It's not gonna be pleasant.

Michael, just do me a favor and don't worry about me.

[ Michael Narrating ] Using civilians in undercover operations...

is all about emotional manipulation.

So it's your job to help them be who they need to be,

feel what they need to feel, by any means necessary.

Hey!

Are you as deaf as you are dumb?

You pick up that damn bag, you get inside and stitch this son of a bitch up!

Let's go! Move it! Get your sorry ass in there now!

I'll give her a minute then go in myself.

[ Groaning ]

I'm sorry. I know. I know this hurts.

Can I get you anything for the pain?

Do you understand English?

- Aren't you done yet? - I'm sorry.

- What kind of nurse are you? - I'm sorry. It's just...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" [ Grunting ]

Shape up, darlin', or he won't be the only one who needs some serious medical attention.

Get over there! Don't move!

Keep your mouth shut!

Listen up! Pay attention to me.

You and I need to have a little talky-talk.

Now, I'm gonna speak real slow so you understand me.

I need to know where those sweet little Asian girls are.

'Cause let me tell you something.

I control that particular import business here in Miami... me.

Any shipments that come through here are mine.

You cooperate, I'll let you live. You don't...

[ Chuckles ]

What's funny?

You think you can threaten me? Hmm?

Once... I fall asleep on guard duty.

You know who do this?

I do... to punish,

to remind me.

You think I will betray my own people?

If you let me go,

me and my people will find you and only kill you.

If you don't,

you can watch them kill your whole family first.

[ Screaming ]

There are worse things to lose than a finger.

[ Grunts, Breathing Heavily ]

Move. Move! Let's go! I said move!

[ Door Slams ]

It's okay. I'll do it.

You all right?

You said it wouldn't be pleasant. [ Chuckles ]

I had to upset you. I didn't know how else to do it.

I know. It was just...

I hadn't seen that in a long time.

Seen what?

Nothing.

I'll be... I'll be all right. I just need a minute.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

What's she talking about, Michael?

It's not something I want to talk about right now.

You're upset. No, I'm fine.

We just need to find out what this guy knows.

The girls will be on their way to a buyer soon.

What are you thinking? Drugging him's our best option.

Get him relaxed, get him talking.

I'll call Sugar. No, I can do that.

But cracking him's gonna take more than a few hours.

So I need your help...

with my other thing.

With your C.I.A. job?

Playboy needs a sitter. Pretty hard for a foreign operative to get close...

if you're sitting right next to him.

I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to, Fi. Okay.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you can't keep an asset away from his favorite vice,

it's often better to supply him with a safe target,

which is one reason why female operatives are trained in how to keep men interested...

while fending them off like aikido masters.

[ British Accent ] Who would have thought a nuclear engineer could be so very... charming?

You're far too gorgeous to be at a conference like this.

Are you sure you're not lost... English lass like yourself?

[ Chuckles ] I found you.

I haven't really explored Miami very much.

What do you say we venture out of this bar?

And your wife won't mind? Hmm?

You have a tan line on your ring finger.

Huh. Well...

[ Chuckles ] Why pretend?

Yes, married. Guilty as charged.

You know, love, it's... it's over.

I'm just looking for someone more exciting, more my speed.

Maybe we should...

[ Grunts ] venture out after all.

Really?

Your room or mine?

I have something much, much, much, much more fun in mind.

- [ Engine Revving ] - [ Tires Squealing ]

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, I love the way you tease.

Your wife isn't the teasing sort?

My wife? Oh, God!

Her idea of a fun time is having a conversation about gardening or home decor.

No.

How many times do I have to listen to her droning on about hanging curtains...

before I up and hang myself?

Whoo! I'm bored just hearing about it.

Oh, God. You are the kind of girl I have been looking for all my life.

You and I were meant to be together.

No talking about curtains with you.

No, no, no.

I prefer to live on the edge. Don't you?

Oh, yes!

- [ Engine Revving ] - [ Tires Squealing ]

Oh! Tell me when to turn. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

What are you doing? I'm living on the edge!

- Left! Make a left! - [ Horn Honks ]

- [ Chuckles ] - Right!

- [ Horn Honks ] - Left!

Right!

[ Horn Honks ]

Left!

Oh, God! Don't you feel alive?

Stop! Oh, for the love of God, stop!

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Oh.

[ Beeping ] Why don't we call your wife...

and tell her that you've found your soul mate?

Don't you dare!

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Michael Narrating ] A necessary evil that goes along with being a spy...

is maintaining friendships with all sorts of unsavory people...

Like drug dealers, for example.

Yo, Mikey!

Mikey!

Mikey? Really, Sugar? Try it again.

Uh...

Of course, some friendships are friendlier than others.

Michael, hey. I got over here as quick as I could.

Hospital-grade amphetamines and phenobarbital.

What kind of party you got going on in here, huh?

Time to go, Sugar. Consider us almost even. Hold it. Hold on.

I feel it'd be irresponsible of me to hand that over to you without a consult.

It's gonna knock you flat, but in a good way.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, Mom, you're gonna have to hold him down. You need to find a vein.

I know what I'm doing, Michael. Let's just get this over with.

There you go.

[ Door Opens ]

It's just a little something to help with the pain.

No shot. You understand?

No shot.

- I'm going in there. - Mike, don't.

You pull her out of there, this is over. She can do this.

If I don't give it to you, they're going to kill me.

They'll kill you anyway.

Help me.

If you help me, my friends will save you.

- What are they saying? - I don't know. The damn mikes aren't picking it up.

No, I-I-I can't. You have to.

This is your only chance.

I don't know.

Trust me.

Okay.

But I can't help you if I'm dead, and he wants you to take this shot.

Damn it.

What the hell are you doing in here?

- I said give him the shot and get out! - I just finished.

What were you two talking about?

He-He asked for... for-for water.

What, do you have a problem with that?

Get on out! Move! Get the hell out of here!

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

I'm sorry you had to go through that.

He'll calm down once the drugs kick in. So you can go home now.

I never gave him the shot.

What? He asked for my help, and I agreed.

Why would you do that? Because I think I can get him to talk.

You are not going back in there. You are done.

Really? And who's he gonna talk to, Michael?

Now I may not be some expert interrogator,

but I can tell you that the one person he is talking to right now...

is me.

Okay. Now if we play this right, Takeda's gonna ask you to contact his crew.

If you find them, we can tail 'em back to where they're holding the girls.

- Sounds like a good plan. - Yeah, but are you ready?

Mike's really gonna have to come after you so Takeda doesn't think something's up.

What does that mean? He's gonna yell,

push you around, probably tear your blouse.

It could get pretty rough, Mom.

Rough? Why don't you just hit me? What?

Oh, no, no. The-The blouse will sell it, Maddy.

- A punch will sell it better. - I'm not gonna hit you, Mom.

It's not like I haven't been hit before.

Snap your head to the side when you feel the impact.

But it'll still hurt. I know.

- You ready to start talkin', boy? - [ Door Closes ]

Woman, get in here!

Good luck, Maddy.

Does he look focused to you?

I can't have him in this much pain.

Did you give him the drugs?

Yeah, I did. Then why aren't they working?

- I don't... I don't... - "I d... I don't..."

- Maybe I miscalculated the dosage. - Maybe?

[ Whimpers ]

Oh.

I'm sorry. Sorry doesn't cut it!

If I come back in here after you drugged him and he's not cooperative,

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna find me a nurse that actually has a brain.

[ Punches Wall ] [ Gasps ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

I'm not gonna last long.

You said you had friends.

I supposed to have meeting with boss today at Zorba's, 4:00. Call restaurant.

Who do I ask for? Hiroshi.

[ Sobs ] I'm sorry.

I'm just so scared.

You can do this.

You have to do this.

Only way we live.

[ Sobs ]

Okay. Looks like your ma got what we needed.

Takeda's boys are gonna be at Zorba's at 4:00.

Mike, uh, it's probably best if you stay here.

Keep an eye on Takeda. Jesse and I can deal with this.

Yeah. Sounds good, Sam. And I'll give Fi a call, see how she's doing with Huxley.

Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ] The work of a spy doesn't always involve undermining people.

Oftentimes, the solution to a problem...

is simply convincing someone to behave like a better human being.

But it may take more than a stern lecture.

Oh, darling, where did you go? I could have driven us both back.

Party's just getting started!

- Leave me alone! - You don't mean that.

I do! I do mean it!

But we're meant to be together. No, we're not.

How can you say that? I'm the girl you've been looking for all of your life.

It's time to leave that bloody dreadful marriage of yours. No, it isn't.

What? No.

I'm not leaving my wife.

But she's a boring old hag who only wants to talk about hanging curtains, remember?

No. My wife's an angel.

[ Gasps ] An angel? An angel?

How dare you! You led me on! We're finished!

[ Bangs On Door ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Beeping ]

Sweetheart?

Just called to see how you are.

[ Chuckles ] Yes. Yes, I miss you too.

[ Ryoko ] I should be inside the restaurant.

No. No. Trust me.

Takeda's yakuza buddies are going to be a lot less chatty...

if they think one of their fellow diners understands 'em.

Sam's in there. He's got a powerful mike.

He's picking up whatever those guys are talking about.

You'll be able to translate from here. I promise you.

It's gonna be fine. Sam, how's it going in there?

Nothing to report,

other than that the boss is on his third green tea.

I can hear every slurp.

Mike doesn't mess around, does it?

If your firm wants to lend us any more of its fancy toys, no complaints here.

[ Bell Dings ]

I think our friend's lunch date just arrived.

[ Michael Narrating ] The most advanced directional microphones...

can capture human speech at distances of 200 meters.

So long as you have a clear line of sight on your target,

there's nothing better for eavesdropping on a private conversation.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

[ Japanese Continues ]

[ Man ] So Miami beach real estate is in the toilet, eh?

Well, that commission just bought me...

my winter home in Aspen.

Sam, we're having some serious sound issues out here.

Yeah. I'm gonna move closer.

[ Japanese Continues ]

Well, our yakuza friends just left.

Sam, we cannot lose them.

Yeah. I'm going after 'em.

[ Michael Narrating ] When tailing someone dangerous,

it's a good idea to give yourself an innocent-sounding reason...

to be following your target.

Most of the time, you won't need it, but if it turns out your target is onto you...

Why are you following us?

You'll really need it.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, guys. I think one of you left this on the table in there.

I mean, she's a beaut.

I would hate to lose a watch like this, if she were mine.

Yes. That is mine. Thank you.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Okay, they just stole my watch.

Sam, what the hell happened? You're supposed to be following them.

Sorry, man. I had to bail. Those guys knew I was after 'em.

- What's wrong? - I heard them talking about the girls.

- She translated the last bit of the conversation. - Yeah? And?

If Takeda doesn't check in within two hours, they're killing the girls... all of them.

[ Madeline ] Why would they kill the girls?

Operational security. One of their guys has disappeared.

These yakuza, they won't take any chances.

What now, Mike? Let me think.

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

No, Mom.

I'm asking you a question.

He'd fake an escape with Takeda...

to get him to lead us back to the girls.

Sounds good.

But you'd have to sell the fact that you got away from Mike somehow.

Fine. I'll-I'll tell Takeda that I injected him with drugs.

And that he pushed you past your breaking point.

What? That he'd, what, do this? Something like that?

Are you out of your mind, Ma? You can't go in there!

I can. You'll do as I tell you!!

Damn it! Don't tell me what I can't do!

You can play your father in there, but not out here.

Michael, you know this is the only way.

[ Door Opens ]

I'll call Fi and Jesse, let 'em know what's going on.

[ Door Closes ]

We gotta get out of here now.

[ Breathing Heavily ] What happened?

Did you talk to my friends?

No. They caught me trying to find the phone. [ Groaning ]

But I was able to shoot that son of a bitch with morphine, and I locked him in the other room.

But he's not gonna be out for long,

and we only have a few minutes before his friends get back.

[ Michael ] Where the hell are you, woman? You're dead! You hear me?

Dead!

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Jesse, they're coming your way. Make it look good.

- Hope your ma knows what she's doing, Mikey. - So do I, Sam.

Oh, my God! It's them! What do I do?

- [ Screams ] - [ Tires Squealing ]

Go faster!

How do I get to your friends?

I need to know!

Where do I go?

I can't let them follow us back.

- [ Tires Squealing ] - [ Horn Honks ]

- Let her shake us, Jesse. - You sure?

She can tell us how to find her through the cell phone. Just let her go.

Okay, we lost them. Where do I go?

So your friends are in one of these warehouses?

You go now. I walk from here.

This is not good, Mike.

Maddy's about to lose Takeda, and we still don't know where those girls are.

We're running out of time here.

[ Groans ] No.

No, no. Look. They just drove by!

The men who kidnapped us! They're here! Please.

- I don't see them! - She said we just drove by?

What the hell's she talking about? She's bluffing.

She wants us to get closer so she can get Takeda to talk.

Are you sure, Mike? I mean, she's not you.

Do a pass-by, Sam.

They're not here!

There! They're looking for us!

They're looking for us, and they're going to find us!

We need your friends. Where are they?

You promised that they would help us!

Please, we just have to go to where they are.

Too risky to go there. It's too risky to stay here, all right?

They're circling this area, and they'll find us in minutes and kill us.

We have to find your friends now. No!

Please! Please.

I can't move fast enough. You go.

Go bring the men here. Tell them to bring guns.

I can't go! I don't know where they are!

Warehouse 113, next street over. Three men there.

Password... "nihonto." Hurry!

[ Groaning ]

[ Groaning ] I lead them away. Go!

Go! I said go!

They're in warehouse 113, Michael. It's a block over.

There are three guards. The password is "nihonto."

[ Groaning ]

He moves, shoot him in his good leg.

I think I can manage that.

Good job, Maddy.

Nihonto.

Pack up your things, guys. Your operation is over.

- Who are you? - Who am I doesn't matter.

All you need to know is that your good friend Takeda was captured.

- How you know that? - Because I'm the guy who captured him.

What's Japanese for "Drop your weapons"?

- Oh, maybe something like this. - [ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Fiona ] No, I think it's this.

[ Grunts ]

[ Chattering ]

It's okay. You're safe now.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

- [ Madeline ] How are the girls? - [ Sighs ]

About as well as one could hope.

My firm's pulling some strings, trying to get 'em all home quickly.

What about Takeda? Feds picked him and all his guys up.

Japanese cops took care of the rest of them in Kyoto, so...

They'll be spending a lot more time in a confined space than those girls did.

Now, my firm gives me a little, uh, discretionary fund for emergencies.

I think this counts.

- No, you keep it, Jesse. - Mike, take the money, man.

Uh, excuse me. I've helped Michael before, and he's never paid me.

All right. Well, thank you, both of you, for everything.

- No, thank you. - I'll see you guys later.

Here. Use that to fix up your dad's Charger.

Maybe it's time to just leave the past in the past.

Maybe it's time to stare the past down and deal with it, Michael.

It happened, for better or for worse.

It made us who we are.

All you can do now is look towards the future.

You should really stop trying, Max. [ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

I got your report on Huxley.

I liked the read. I do have a couple of notes on the story. Oh?

I'm not so sure how I feel about a ex-I.R.A. operative's surprise entrance in the second act.

Fiona got the job done.

She scared him celibate. Yeah, she did.

You know, there's a couple of cardinal rules to this whole government secret agent gig.

First of all, it's secret.

And secondly, you're the agent, not your girlfriend.

Homework? It's a gift.

Improvisational jazz. I kind of figured it was your style.

Stay safe, big boy. We'll be in touch.

- ** [ Jazz On Stereo ] - [ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

Jazz? A present from Max.

I think he felt bad about giving me a talking-to.

Let me guess. He was less than thrilled with how I handled the Huxley-sitting?

Well, you did drive 130 miles an hour down the Tamiami Trail.

My way of doing things doesn't work for the Boy Scouts.

I want to talk to you, Fi.

I haven't been able to sleep well lately, and I've had a lot of things on my mind,

but I know we're going through some big changes, you and I,

and I don't want to pile anything else on...

You don't need to explain, Michael. I'm a big girl.

You have an exciting new life. I don't want to hold you back.

You don't hold me back.

That job I was doing for the C.I.A.,

it wouldn't have succeeded without you.

I need you, Fi.

I got you something.

Lumber?

It's a shelf. I mean, it's going to be a shelf.

I was hoping you could put your snow globes on it.

It is a new job, Fi, but it's not a new life.

I like my life, and I want to live it with you, here.

That's what I was trying to say.

I want you to move in.

What do you think?

** [ Ends ]