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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.

[ Guests Chattering ]

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] It's a cliché
that spies wear tuxedos in the field.

While there's some truth to it,

you don't usually wear them to
baccarat tables in Monte Carlo.

Most of the time
you're in black tie,

it's at rubber-chicken dinners, political
fund-raisers or charity auctions.

Not quite as glamorous
as the French Riviera,

but at least you'll
usually get free drinks.

Oh. Look at you. Don't
you clean up quick.

Didn't have much choice. You
gave me only 45 minutes' notice.

Sorry about that. The boys up at Langley
just got wind of a little situation.

We're gonna have to run
this op on the fly.

What's the job?

A yet-to-be-identified
foreign government...

plans on stealing tech
secrets from the Swedes.

At a fund-raiser for
marine animals?

Mm-hmm.

Gunther Ehren.

He's got a soft
spot for manatees.

He owns JetSwede, the
high-end aeronautics company.

And you see that
tablet he's carrying?

Idiot's got his entire computer
backed up on that thing.

We're talking design specs,
contracts, prototypes.

That is a tech thief's dream.

Since it's just the two of us, I take
it we're not here to stop the thief.

Oh, no. We just want to
find out who's behind it.

State-of-the-art R.F.I.D.
tracker inside.

Ain't microtechnology something?
It's like the future.

You want me to plant this on a
target we still haven't identified?

Told you, the Company's flying
by the seat of its pants here.

Well, I guess you
called the right guy.

Super.

Keep an eye on Gunther.

And try some of the seviche
while you're at it.

[ Chattering ]

Hi.

How are you doing?

1,700. Looking for the eight.
1,800.

Would've bid a nine. 1,900.

2,000. 2,100. Back to you then.

What'd I miss? [ Bid Caller
Continues, Indistinct ]

Just Gunther putting down his
fourth plate of tiger prawns.

They are very good.

Uh-oh. Somebody's got the
thousand-yard stare.

What is it?

Did you ever read the
report I submitted?

I know it was long, but we're
talking about four years of...

Again with the people
that burned you?

Michael, you were there.
We broke them to pieces.

We ground them into dust.
It's over. You won.

I guess. But I flagged some inconsistencies
the Agency should look into.

Westen... Questions that
never got answered.

Relax. [ Bid Caller ] Thank you.

That concludes our California vintage.
We will take a 10-minute break.

If you keep playing the boy who cried,
"Shouldn't we triple-check this?",

people are gonna start
thinking that you're a nut.

Because you sound like a nut.

Max, wait a second. Here we go.

We've got action on
our computer thieves.

Oh! [ Plate Shatters ]

Oh, so sorry.

We're on.

Hey! Where the hell do
you think you're going?

You weasel-face son of a bitch!
You talking to me?

I know what you're doing, and
I really don't appreciate it!

Excuse me, but I think... You have been
driving up the prices on me all day!

You made me lose the
Diamond Creek cabernet!

It's because of you... No, no, James!
Easy, easy. It's not worth it.

This is between me and
my new pal, weasel-face.

You're drunk, and you're confused.
Am I? Am I?

Let's just see. Let
me see your paddle.

[ Michael Narrating ] Pretending
to be a belligerent drunk...

lets you get close to a target long enough to
plant a tracker without them getting suspicious.

You... Get the hell off!

Of course, if you plan on making
a scene at a fancy hotel...

That's enough, sir. you'd better
be ready to pay the price.

[ Michael Grunts ] Easy, guys.
We're leaving.

Okay!

So, we good?

[ Beeps ] Tracker signal's
at full and on the move.

We have liftoff. Oh.

Oh. Hope that's not a rental.

[ Michael Narrating ] Seeing a
project through to completion...

requires a certain level
of obsessiveness.

The problem is you can't
turn it on and off.

So you end up doing things
no one else can understand,

like sticking with an operation
long after it's over...

or trying to fix a car you
should've given up on years ago.

Fi, can you give it a try?

Not until you
answer my question.

What did Max say about your report
on the people who burned you?

Not much.

[ Sighs ] Your
obsession with this...

is starting to wear
on me... on us.

Now I want a real answer.

Did Max buy your
theory on loose ends?

He said it wasn't worth
pursuing and I should drop it.

And?

I'm dropping it.

I'm starting to like Max.

- [ Engine Cranking ]
- [ Michael Groans ]

Sounds like you need
a new distributor.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but your
friend Barry is here with his brother.

His brother? There
are two of them?

They have a problem.
I said you'd help.

[ Chuckles ] I'm
off to aqua yoga.

We are practicing underwater
chakra meditations today.

Be good.

- Fi, I have a meeting with Max...
- Say no more.

Maybe he can talk even
more sense into you. Go.

I'll handle Barry.

Fi! Long time no see.

- Where's Mikey?
- Swallow. Then speak, Barry.

Fi, I'd like you to
meet my brother, Paul.

- He's screwed six ways from Sunday.
- Nice to meet you.

Barry talks about you and your
friends like you're superheroes.

We get lucky every once in a while.
What kind of trouble you in?

I manage the Dade County
Teachers Credit Union.

Yeah, finances run
in the family.

Except Paul here, he
follows the rules.

Last night, somebody stole an encrypted server
filled with thousands of member records...

- Social Security numbers, account info.
- Did you report it?

We keep the records
in a secure area.

You need a PIN and a
call-and-response key to get in.

I checked the logs. I
don't know how, but...

Whoever did this stole your
access codes and key to get in.

Bingo. Enter black sheep Barry.

I can't get an invite to my niece's birthday
party, but, uh, I got a call for this.

That's not fair, Barry.

Last time I invited you to a family
function, you brought an escort.

Fi, will you tell him that
wearing a short skirt...

does not make you a prostitute?

She actually said,
"I am an escort."

Did you come here for family
counseling, or do you need help?

This isn't just about me. If
those records get decrypted,

6,000 teachers are gonna lose everything
they have in the blink of an eye.

Please, help me get it back.

Oh. I know that look. She's in.

[ Exhales ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Intelligence
agency field offices...

have to find a delicate balance
between blending in...

and providing adequate security.

Come on, Westen. I got a tee
time I'm trying to make.

[ Beeps ] [ Lock Clicks ]

Which is why, whenever possible,

they piggyback onto the facilities
of fellow government agencies.

This belongs to you now.

Bosses have cleared you
for a temporary key card.

Keep up the good work, maybe
you'll get a real one.

- Must be my lucky day.
- Oh, it gets better.

We followed the tracker that you
planted on the thieves at the auction.

The tablet's being held at a company
called Vaxilar Investments.

Vaxilar Investments.
Sounds vague.

Well, it's a shell company with
ties to the French government.

Turns out the frogs are
behind the whole thing.

So congratulations.
Mission accomplished.

I'm getting the feeling you didn't
call me in for a high five.

Well, you know that no
good deed goes unpunished.

The brass was so impressed that they've
given us a follow-up assignment.

They want us to break in and steal
the same file from Gunther's tablet.

You know the game.

They steal secrets, we steal secrets.
It's all good fun.

Until someone gets caught.
Then we don't get caught.

There's only one problem.

Heat sensor... state-of-the-art.

Vaxilar's got a secure room with these
hanging all over like Christmas lights.

Anybody walks in there with a heat signature
above room temp, and "whoop, whoop!"

We should heat up the room.
Maybe it's time...

Vaxilar Investments had an
issue with their A.C. system.

You make it look
too easy, Westen.

[ Laughing, Chattering ] [ Sam
] Sorry, Fi, I can't help you.

I'm not really a big
Barry fan anyway.

It isn't Barry.
It's his brother.

His brother? Dear God.
There's two of 'em?

Yeah, I know. But he's
actually kind of sweet.

Doesn't matter. Elsa's
coming in tonight on the G6.

I got to prepare the vessel.

Just hear me out about
Paul's problem.

Jesse combed the company's
employees for suspects,

and we found one
worth talking to.

Sorry, Fi. Too risky. [
Ice Cubes Clinking ]

- Another mojito, Mr. Axe?
- Yes, Edward. Thank you for asking.

Appreciate it.

First-name basis
with the staff, huh?

Well, you know, being the owner's
boy toy does have its perks.

Now you see why I don't
want to disappoint Elsa?

Oh. Absolutely. Fi,
what are you doing?

Well, it's your choice, Sam. Either I can be
Cousin Kelly here to take you out to lunch...

or I can be your hot new fling.

It's up to you. Yes, yes. Cousin Kelly.
[ Chuckles ]

I'd love to have a
pastrami on rye with you.

Okay, you got me until Mike's done with
his date with the C.I.A., and that's it.

[ Michael Narrating ] In many ways,
the more sophisticated a thief is,

the easier they are to find.

Anyone who gets a job
under a fake name...

and uses stolen high-security
access codes...

leaves a fat paper trail, which
means, if they're smart,

they have no intention
of hanging around.

[ Vehicle Door Closes ]

Ooh, looks like we're just in time.
Someone's skipping town.

Yeah. "Someone" goes
by "Griffin Kehl,"

or at least that's the name he used to
get a janitor job at Paul's bank...

just before the
server went missing.

[ Laughs ] Talk about
a career criminal.

Guy's been collecting warrants in
other states like merit badges.

Armed robbery,
assault, solicitation.

Doesn't sound like the résumé of a
guy who hacks secure access codes.

- No. My guess is he's a hired hand.
- Okay, wait a second.

You guys dragged me all the way across town
just to help you twist some lowlife's arm?

When that's the lowlife, yeah.

Oh, somebody call the zoo,

'cause a frickin'
grizzly just escaped.

[ Jesse ] Oh! Grizzly bear or not,
we gotta find out who his boss is.

- Fi, you got the lookout?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll be back. Yeah.
Have fun, boys.

Yeah.

[ Sam ] Hey, Griffin. Oh,
you moving again, huh?

Wow. That's, like, uh, three
times in eight months.

Who are you? How do
you know my name?

It's called research, big boy.
Knowledge is power.

You got time for a chat?

[ All Shouting,
Groaning ] [ Sam ] Hey!

- [ Sam ] Fi, get in here!
- [ Griffin Grunting ]

- [ Sam ] Help! Grab him! - [
Jesse ] I'm grabbin' him!

[ Sam ] Oh! Oh-oh-ohh!

[ Sam ] Hey, I'm getting him!

- [ Fiona ] Playtime's over. - [
Sam ] Freakin' try and hit him!

- Ow! - [ Griffin Laughing ]

Fi, you shot me!

Quit crying. It's
just a beanbag.

[ Groaning ]

Down, boy.

Did Sam leave without
saying good-bye?

He said he had to get
back to big mama.

Now you feel like talking?

What the hell do
you people want?

We want to know who you
were working for...

when you stole the server from
the Teachers Credit Union.

I'm just a janitor.

All right, we'll keep
this simple, Griffin.

Or do you prefer...
Gilbert McCauley?

I don't... I don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, big man, you can
tell us who hired you,

or you can swallow an armed-robbery
charge in St. Louis...

or perhaps a nice attempted
murder in Lexington.

Don't forget Columbus.

It was just a solicitation charge,
but the girl was a minor.

You want to come clean before
we start making calls?

[ Cell Phone Beeping
] Okay, wait.

You don't get it. The lady who
hired me... this chick is vicious.

The last guy that pissed her off,
she hacked his life to pieces.

She got his truck repo'd. She canceled
his sick wife's medical insurance.

She even put him on a
terrorist watch list.

Yes, hello. Could I speak to
a Detective Ashby, please?

Eve! Her name is Eve!

She paid me 10 grand
to steal the drive.

You think he's
holding out on us?

- You know what? I think he is.
- Yeah.

- We do this sort of thing a lot, Grif.
- Okay, okay. Fine.

She paid me to steal some
computers from the warehouse too.

Oh, how many?

Nine, 12. A bunch! That's it.

I swear to God. Please
hang up the phone.

All right. So, what if
we wanted to hire Eve?

Sorry, dude. She
works on referrals.

You got to know somebody.

Well, it's a good
thing we know you.

A dozen computers?

Oh. Sounds like she set
up a Beowulf cluster.

[ Paul ] Beowulf cluster?
That... That sounds bad.

It's how hackers create
supercomputers, okay?

They cram a bunch of
P.C.'s into one room,

and they attack the
server's encryption.

You can crack a
file in two days.

[ Michael ] We need
to find that room.

How long would it take to cook up
an encrypted file of your own?

An hour, tops. Why?

We're gonna hire Eve to hack it.

We'll tail her from the meeting to
wherever she's decrypting your server.

Her guy told Jesse she gets
10 grand, minimum, for a job.

I don't have that kind of money.

Come on. I mean, now's not the time
to start pinching pennies, Paul.

Oh! What was I thinking? Why didn't I
leave money in the budget for a hacker?

All right, look, um, give
me a couple of hours.

I can... I can sell the
Prius and, uh, this Rolex.

No, no. Hey, Paul, come on.

- You can't sell Dad's watch.
- What choice do I have?

People who put their trust in me
are gonna lose their life savings.

All right, look, look,
look, look, look.

Save the heirloom and
your little go-kart.

I'll get you the cash, okay?
[ Beeping ]

When can we get this meeting?

As soon as you get the money.

[ Michael Narrating ] Criminals who
specialize in hacking are a special breed.

They have the skills to find legitimate
work, but they choose to steal instead.

They're all about using their
brains to dominate and control.

Domino. That's game, George.
Time to go.

That's enough spanking
for one day. Go!

That's why crafting
a cover I.D....

that will succeed with
them is a challenge.

They're not looking
for an equal partner.

They're looking for another
loser to sneer at,

so that's just what
you give them.

Well, looky here. If it isn't
my favorite Cro-Mag, Griffin.

- This your friend?
- Eve, meet Baxter.

What do you want, Baxter?
Yeah, nice to meet you.

Yeah, all right. So, uh, look,
I'm an old-school thief.

- I like things I can touch.
- You're a dinosaur. I can see that.

How do you know
each other again?

We done jobs.

How many jobs you done exactly?

Jesus, I told you.

You know, Lexington,
Knoxville, Atlantic City.

Six. You said six jobs.

Tell them to me again...
Backwards, by year.

I don't know if you're a narc or just a
two-bit amateur, but I know you're lying.

- Meeting adjourned.
- Okay. All right, you got us.

I am a thief, but we ain't
never worked together.

We met in the back of a police
car during a vice sting.

What, were you, like, swept
up chasing jailbait?

All right. Columbus, 2006.
I didn't know.

It's not part of my life
I want to brag about.

So you're a degenerate.

My money still spends.

Buh-bye, Griffin.

I'll bite. Tell me
about your job.

Client came to me. Hacking job.

Too juicy to pass up.

They want these financial records
off this World Wide Web site.

A little out of my league.

Lifelines don't come cheap.

Ten grand up front.

Five after... when I get
the file, sweetheart.

Make it another 10.

Stay by the phone.
This won't take long.

[ Beeps ] She's on the move.

Red hair, gray top, black pants.

Don't get too close.

We've got it covered, Michael.
[ Beeps ]

- Is that her? - Mm-hmm.

That's the first real redhead
I've seen since I left Ireland.

[ Michael Narrating ] Vehicle
countersurveillance is very difficult...

if you're trying to
be inconspicuous.

If you're willing to be a little more obvious,
on the other hand, it gets a lot easier.

You can drive in circles, go the wrong
direction on a one-way street...

or just stop in the
middle of the road.

[ Horn Honks ] [ Woman ] Move!

[ Sighs ]

[ Horn Honking ] [
Woman ] Come on!

Looks like somebody fell
asleep at the wheel.

- Keep driving.
- She's right there!

She's checking to see
if she has a tail.

If we stick around, she'll know.

Don't yell at me.

[ Woman ] Let's go!

[ Horns Honking ]

Eve just pulled a stop-and-see.
The girl's tricky.

We're not tailing her anywhere.
Is there a plan B?

We're gonna have to track her
digitally after she hacks the file.

Well, it's lovely that you're
staying so positive, Michael,

but wouldn't that take
government-level resources?

Then I'll have to talk to someone
who has government-level resources.

I just need to find out where
this hacker is located.

I got it. But if she's any good,

she's gonna be bouncing her
signal all over the globe.

I'd have to rope in half a dozen of
N.S.A.'s finest to track her down.

It's worth it. She's gonna
hurt a lot of innocent people.

Yeah? I'm innocent people.

If I get busted using N.S.A. resources to
help a burned spy with an unapproved mission,

they'll ship me off to Siberia,
and my wife hates the snow.

Max, we're talking
about teachers.

Teachers, Max. Teachers.

You're really gonna lay it on, aren't you?
Okay, I'll think about it.

Now would you focus
on the task at hand?

I don't want this thing
blowing up in my face.

We're sabotaging an A.C. system.
We're not defusing a bomb.

Well, I've noticed that things have a
tendency to blow up when you're around.

[ Michael Narrating ] Even the
most security-conscious firms...

rarely check their A.C.
units for tampering.

Access the ventilation system
and, with the right hardware,

you can spoil an enemy's food supply,
sweat out entrenched combatants,

or just warm an office enough to make
intruders invisible to heat sensors.

Give it a try.

So long, Jack Frost.

Noon tomorrow, gonna be a furnace in there.
[ Compressor Stops ]

I'll make sure I wear
something that breathes.

So, are you done thinking?
[ Exhales ]

Here's the deal.

When the N.S.A. gives me an
address on this hacker lady,

Michael Westen... soon-to-be-reinstated
agent of the C.I.A....

Goes nowhere near said address.

Don't worry about it. I
got friends for that.

Huh. I thought hackers
lived in caves.

Well, good news is
Eve is not home.

But the security system for this
complex is pretty top-notch.

The whole setup is hardwired, so nobody's
getting in there without tripping an alarm.

All right, let's swing by my
office and pick up some gadgets.

We don't have time to drive across town.
If you can't get in clean,

just give the cops something else
to look into while you break in.

That sounds good. How
you gonna do it?

Me? Ha, ha. I'm not even
supposed to be here.

- Why do I get the hard job?
- It was your idea.

Do Porsches come
with tire irons?

[ Michael Narrating ] One way to
break into a secure building...

is to commit a
decoy crime first.

Create an obvious situation that
explains why an alarm was tripped,

and people won't discover the
real reason you stopped by.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

- [ Alarm Continues ]
- [ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Tires Screech ]

I don't see any computers.
[ Beeps ]

Okay, Fi, the boys
in blue are here.

You two gotta get the
server and get out.

[ Fiona ] It's not here.

- Then grab what you can and go.
- Check all the floors.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you don't
have time for a thorough search,

the next-best option is to take
what you can on your way out.

Wait a minute. Bingo.
Here we go.

But if you don't want anyone
to know you were there,

you're limited to things
they won't miss...

Here. Take this. like trash.

Just put it in your purse.
Come on. [ Scoffs ]

- [ Alarm Continues ] - [
Fiona ] Okay, let's go.

[ Policeman ] Nothin' here.

[ Policemen Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ] People tend
to think shredding documents...

is the same as destroying them.

Actually, it's more like taking the pieces
from a hundred different jigsaw puzzles...

and mixing them up.

Putting them back together is just a
matter of time and perseverance...

or having access to
the right software.

Not too shabby, huh?

I pieced together a takeout receipt,
some junk mail and a partial phone bill.

Yay. Now we know Eve likes the
moo shu chicken At Yee's...

and she's on the
500-minutes-a-month plan.

Uh, we know a little
more than that, spiky.

I used a connection at work to pull
her text messages from her phone.

She's been I.M.'ing some guy named
Dean Myers like he's her new B.F.F.

Dean Myers, as it turns out,
runs a syndicate out of Atlanta.

Not a guy you'd normally find on
your friends-and-family plan.

Check this one.

"The cake will be ready for
the bake sale by Sunday."

Something tells me she's not talking
about raspberry cheesecake.

Oh! She's almost done
cracking my server.

We'll get it off her hands
before she can sell it.

How? You said Eve
was untrackable.

Who said anything about tracking?
She's gonna walk Mike right to it.

He's meeting Eve to pay
for the file she hacked,

and then he's gonna
hire her to decrypt it.

Chances are she'll use the same network
she's got working on your server.

Genius. You see, Bro?

I told you they're rock stars.

Hey, uh, you need
your bills paid?

Ugh.

[ Object Rattles ] Ah!

Clever girl.

I guess good looks aren't the
only thing God gave you.

Shut it, creeper.

Twenty grand buys you a
hacked file, not a hand job.

How about a smile?

Guess not.

Surely 50 grand will
thaw the ice queen.

Fifty? For what?

This file ain't gonna
decrypt itself.

"Decrypt" is a six-figure word.

Hundred G's it is. I like a
girl who knows her worth.

There's just one condition. I
need to be there when it happens.

[ Scoffs ]

No, uh, I need to watch
you "run the decryption,

crack the code and
'porge' the system."

You mean purge the system.

Yeah. If that means
erase, then, yeah, I do.

Fine. I'll start next week.

These aren't exactly
patient men.

Would another 50,000 put me at
the top of your to-do list?

Maybe, but I don't make
a single keystroke...

until all the money's
in an escrow account.

Yeah, I'll call you
when it's there.

And, Eve, I'm really looking
forward to that first stroke!

[ Sighs ] Perv.

- [ Beeps ] - [ Line Rings ]

Fi, plan's in motion.
Let's go to work.

[ Barry ] Wow.

I love the patchwork
curtains, Fi.

I gotta tell you, I
am totally digging...

this new vibe you
got going here.

- How's Mikey taking it?
- He's getting used to it.

- Change is a process. - Yeah. Well,
you know what else is a process...

Putting an imaginary 150,000 into an
escrow account in under two hours.

But, uh, that's what you asked
for, my Celtic princess.

[ Irish Accent ] And these
magical fingers, they delivered.

- So, what are you making? - A remote-detonated
incendiary bomb with a thermite core.

Mmm. I love it when
you talk dirty.

Um, I'm sorry. How does a
bomb get my server back?

Getting it back is the goal, but Eve's
been cracking that server for two days.

We need to make sure there's
nothing left in her system.

Okay, but is all this
stuff really necessary?

She knows what she's doing, man.
Show some gratitude.

I'm being grateful. I just want to make
sure innocent people don't get hurt,

a concept I'm not at all
surprised you find confusing.

- Boys.
- The only thing that I find confusing...

is that you keep
questioning my friends.

- They know what they're doing. Trust me.
- [ Singsong ] I'm working here.

You know what I can count on when you say
"trust me"... something bad happening.

Ow! Ow!

Now if I make one mistake
inserting this blasting cap,

we all die a fiery death.

So shut up and let me work.

[ Barry ] Get me
in trouble, man.

I can't tell you how glad I am you two
were able to get out here on a Saturday.

'Cause if I don't get this sweat lodge fixed
by tomorrow, they're giving me the boot.

Well, you're in good hands, sir.

If hell does ever freeze over,

it'll be because the devil
called us to fix his A.C.

Could take a while though. So,
uh, we got this covered...

if you want to enjoy the
rest of your weekend.

No, I think it'd be best if
I stuck around actually.

We got a pretty strict
security policy here.

[ Michael Narrating ] When in the field,
it's the little things that kill you...

A getaway car that won't start,
a jammed gun that won't fire...

or a maintenance man
who won't leave.

You smell that?

When setbacks happen,
you improvise.

- What? - [ Device Beeping ]

Wait. You don't think...

- Guys, is everything okay?
- No, everything is not okay.

- We got a trioxylene leak here.
- Trioxylene? Wh-What's that?

It's a silent killer created when natural gas
mixes with the Freon from the A.C. unit.

- We gonna be okay? - Jean, I need you
to get to the gas shut-off valve...

and turn it off while
we seal these vents.

Can you do that? Can
you do that, Jean?

[ Jean ] Okay.

Trioxylene gas?

I once convinced a Turkish diplomat his
house was filled with methylchloridium.

- [ Device Beeps ] - I think
it's hot enough in there...

to hide us from the
thermal sensors.

I hope so, or we're gonna have an
international incident on our hands.

[ Door Closes ] I
guess we're good.

Wow. Talk about cocky.

Stolen computer filled
with trade secrets,

and the Frenchies leave
it out in the open.

Okay.

Now we wait.

Mmm.

How's your little
hacker hunt going?

I'm wrapping it up after this.

Don't worry. I won't be making a habit
of asking for these kind of favors.

No, no, no, no. Ask away.

I mean, the answer might
not always be yes.

I'm happy to help
whenever I can.

[ Tablet Beeping ]

[ Michael ] All right, let's get the A.C.
back on...

before the maintenance man
has a nervous breakdown.

- [ Device Beeps ] - [ A.C.
System Humming ]

There it goes.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's
important to keep your guard up...

at the end of an operation.

Once you've found your target,
won their trust and made a deal,

it's natural to want
to relax a bit.

Hop in.

Keep your hands to yourself.

But the fact is that's exactly
the time to be most careful.

When money's on the line
and things go wrong,

they tend to go
very, very wrong.

[ Groans ]

What... What did...

Laced a needle with ketamine.

- I've heard it works fast, but wow.
- [ Gun Cocks ]

[ Groans ] Uh... I... I... Shut up.
You're pathetic.

I dug into that escrow account you set up.
It was a fake.

You picked the wrong
bitch to cross.

[ Eve ] Look who's up.

I've been thinking about
that escrow account.

- Very well done. - [ Coughs ]

Since we both know something
like that's out of your league...

[ Grunts, Gasping ]
I have to wonder...

[ Coughing, Choking ]

[ Gasps ]

who are you working for?

[ Michael Narrating ] When
someone's in a killing mood,

it doesn't help appealing
to their sympathy.

You're better off taking their rage
and redirecting it at someone else.

[ Gasping, Coughing
] Dean Myers!

Dean Myers!

- [ Gasps, Inhales ] - What
the hell did you just say?

[ Gulping Breaths ] I
said... Dean Myers.

- That's insane. - [
Wheezing Laugh ]

Come on, sweetie. We both
know he's your buyer.

I've worked with Dean for years.

He told me to steal the server
before he landed from Atlanta.

You weren't supposed to
know he was behind it.

Son of a bitch!

- Well, I guess you failed.
- [ Gun Cocks ]

Know what that means?
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! You wouldn't...
I'm just an employee!

You wouldn't shoot a
gardener, would you?

If you wanna hurt
someone, hurt him.

- I can help you. - How?

Rob him. Use my crew. Your crew?

We can set a trap.

You say the word, and we'll
steal his money and the files.

You and me.

Correction. I get the money.

I get the files.

You get your life.

Unless something goes bad.

Then you get a
bullet in your head.

- He should have called by now.
- You think something went wrong?

I know something went wrong.
Look who's here.

This seat taken? No?

Thank you.

- Chuck Finley, I presume.
- Have we met?

No, but Baxter told me all
about you... all of you.

So let's not pretend like
you don't know who I am.

What'd you do with him?

Oh, sweetie.

He didn't mention you
were his girlfriend.

He's a total pervo, by the way.

So, uh, where is he?

He's taking a ketamine nap.

We made a deal.

I agreed to let him live.
He agreed to work for me.

Which means you all work for me.

Pretty cool, huh?

You're still going to be robbing
somebody, but it won't be me.

We speak to Baxter first, or
you can go to hell, sweetie.

Be here tomorrow.

Eat a good breakfast and
bring your "A" game.

If you screw this up,
Baxter won't be okay.

In fact, he won't be.

[ Sam ] So this is where the Wicked
Witch of the Web does her thing, huh?

Nice view.

The second she lets down her
guard, we take her out.

Uh, Fi, that's a Glock
26 with a hair trigger.

We move now, Mike's going
home in a body bag.

So we just take her word
that she's gonna let him go?

No, we play this thing out till
we get our chance, damn it.

You wanted to see Baxter. Feast your eyes.
No touching.

I hear there's a
change of plans.

Cheer up, guys. It's gonna be
like taking candy from a baby.

My buddy Dean is on his way.

He doesn't know we're here, and he
doesn't even know we're gonna hit him.

Load the money and the
computers... everything...

Into baby doll's truck.

And then boom... it's go time.

Okay, reunion's over.

We've got guests
to get ready for.

"Boom... it's go time"?
Am I crazy,

or does it sound like Mike still
wants us to blow up the computers?

Nah, I think he just gave us a way
to get him out of this alive.

The man wants fireworks.
I'll give him fireworks.

[ Michael Narrating ] When
you operate in the field,

you expect your
cover to be tested.

To stay alive, you keep your facts
straight, your lies simple...

and try not to come face-to-face
with someone you've never met...

Eve! Hello?

But are already
supposed to know.

- Anybody here? - [ Eve
] Yeah, we're here.

But when that's unavoidable,

you stare the stranger in
the eyes... We're all here.

And sell your relationship
with everything you've got.

- She busted us, Deano.
- Who's this guy?

That fake escrow account
you set up didn't work.

Fake escrow account?
Who the hell are you?

After all the jobs I did, all
the money I made for you,

this is how you thank me?

You try to screw me?

- Screw you?
- Baxter told me everything.

You hired him to steal
the drive from me.

You're crazy! I don't
even know this Baxter!

Look, I got all your
money right here!

Oh, so you didn't know me...

when you flew me up to Atlanta
and offered me this gig?

You make it a habit of depositing 20 G's
in the accounts of total strangers,

or is it my lucky day?

Dean, this is a setup.
[ Gun Cocks ]

Not a good idea.

- Allow me, gentlemen.
- Get on the ground.

Whatever they told
you, they're lying.

[ Jesse ] Get on the ground.
All the way down. Let's go.

You had to get greedy.
It's a shame really.

Put the server, the computers
and the money in my Jeep now.

- Eve, you're making a big mistake.
- [ Ties Zipping ]

Goddamn it! Listen to me!

Enjoy your stay.

The ocean's only a
few steps away.

And there's nobody around for miles, so
there won't be anyone to bother you.

Oh. But that means nobody will
be here to hear you scream.

You can't do this to us.

[ Kisses ]

Eve!

Eve!

We wait any longer, she's gonna turn
this into a mass execution, man.

If we start shooting, Mike
catches the first bullet.

Toss the hand cannons in too.

[ Fiona ] Hold up.
I have one more.

Take these.

You three, over there.

Shut it.

Did I tell you? My
crew would deliver.

Yeah, good job, crew.
Now zip-tie your hands.

That's it. Teamwork.

On your knees, please.

It's now or never, Fi. We
gotta take our chances.

Blow the bomb. He's too close.
If I do it now, he dies.

Well, it's nice working
with you, Evie.

Actually, there's
one more thing.

Remember that part about me letting you
live if you help me rip off my buyer?

I lied. Easy, girl.

It's time for you to ride off
into the sunset, sweetheart.

You got the money. You
got the computers.

Fi, push the button.

Come on, Michael.
A few more steps.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You
don't have to kill me.

I know, but I want to.

If you're gonna do it, then
not in the face, please.

[ Sobbing ] Please,
not in the face!

Not in the face.

I don't want a closed casket!

[ Grunts ]

You remember the part about me helping you
get away with the money and the drive?

I lied.

[ Groans ]

- What do you say we get the oysters?
- I'm allergic to shellfish.

- Really? Still? - Still.

- Hi, Fi. - Boys.

Your server.

Wow.

Yeah, I would tell them you had a
small electrical fire or something.

You know, be creative.

So, what happened to Eve?

Well, we blew up her Jeep,
hog-tied her, called the police.

She'll have a lot of
explaining to do.

[ Exhales ] Thank you.

You guys saved my life.

Thank your brother. He's
bailed us out more than once.

- If it weren't for him, we
wouldn't be here to help you. - Eh.

- Really?
- Why do you act so surprised?

I know it's hard to get past
the ridiculous hairstyle...

and the multiple piercings
and the man purse.

- And the wrist cuffs. - Hey. Fi loves
the wrist cuffs. Am I right, sweetie?

Barry, I'm saying nice things.
Don't make me shoot you.

Don't take family for granted.

Thanks, Barry. I mean it.

Fiona, I heard Michael's
distributor was on the fritz.

This should work
with a '73 Charger.

I'm a bit of a car guy myself.

I will put it to good use.

Hey, Fi, have Mike thank his C.I.A.
friends for me.

I have spent my entire career avoiding
the reach of the U.S. government,

and I can't believe they
saved this guy's butt.

You're just lucky he's working
with one of the good guys...

who's actually a good guy.

I don't mind that. Mm-mmm.

[ Michael Narrating ] Once the bullets have
stopped flying and the mission is over,

the least-glamorous part of a spy's
work begins... the debriefings.

They're lengthy sessions to
analyze mission strategy...

and discuss operational facts that
will go into the field reports.

Not the most exciting way to
spend a Sunday afternoon,

unless something unexpected
happens to spice things up.

Max!

Max!

What happened? [ Gasping ]

What happened? [ Murmuring ]

Who did this to you?
Who did this to you?

[ Groans ] My-My... My
wife's gonna be pissed.

You say good-bye for me.

No. Stay with me, Max.

No, no, no.

Max.

Max! [ Object Clicks ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Elevator Bell Dings
] [ Doors Open ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]
Somebody shot Max.

The police are on the way, and I
think I'm holding the murder weapon.

[ Fiona ] What? Who shot him?

I don't know, but they
fired blanks at me.

Why would someone shoot
at you with blanks?

I think they're framing
me for Max's murder.

How soon can you get here?

[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
To secure a location,

police clear rooms one by
one from the ground up.

It's a thorough
procedure but slow.

It gives you the opportunity
to cover your tracks,

wipe down fingerprints, pick
up any shell casings...

and steal the
office access logs.

But it only leaves one
option for escaping.

So when your back's against the
wall and time is running out,

there's nothing like
seeing an old friend.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Rescue-line
launchers are standard gear...

for most Coast Guard, mountain
rescue and tactical-assault teams.

They use compressed air to
throw a line up to 400 feet.

Not the type of equipment
you use very often.

But when you need it,
you really need it.

Anyone who's ever climbed rope in gym
class knows you can't just slide down...

if you want any skin on your hands
by the time you get to the bottom.

Fi... Not now. Get to the car.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Why would anyone kill Max and
frame you for it? I don't know.

You think it has something to do with
you asking him to help you track Eve?

There's no way. Something
like that takes time to plan.

The guy you saw, was there
any... It was too fast.

I missed him.

Well, we're not gonna recover
anything from this key-card log.

I covered my tracks.

So I covered the
tracks of the killer.

The only other option was a murder charge.
It's not your fault.

Well, it's official.

Someone was trying to frame you.

I found this little parting gift in the
car that you took to Max's office.

Brand-new box
missing 13 bullets.

Two that killed Max, two
I shot into the wall,

and I bet the rest are in here.

Mike, did Max say
anything before he...

I mean, anything that can help
us figure out who did this.

He said to say
good-bye to his wife.

[ Fiona ] Michael, we have to
do something about that gun.

[ Sam ] Yeah, and we need to get
an alibi for you, like, right now.

Are you listening, brother? We
got to get in front of this.

I know. I know.

Let's go to work.