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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted. -

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... -

- 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.

- - In any surveillance operation,

you have to resist the impulse to grab your
target and interrogate him immediately.

It may be tempting, particularly
when your target was, say,

involved in framing
you for a murder.

Of course, just because it's the right
way to do things doesn't make it fun.

We've been here two days, Sam.

Face it, this guy is
not calling the shots.

He has Christmas lights
hanging in July.

He may look a little
bit like Michael,

but there is no way he's capable
of killing a C.I.A. officer...

and setting Michael up for it.

Yeah, well, I don't think he's
capable of setting a table.

Yesterday I found a brochure about
raising alpacas for profit in his trash.

So let's scrap this cloak-and-dagger
and go have a little chat.

I'm wearing my
door-kickin' Jimmy Choos.

Fi, you know the drill.

You want to find out who this guy
works for, you hang back and watch.

What if he doesn't
live through the day?

Look at that. Oh, crap.

A sledgehammer and some guns.

I don't think they're
here to play bridge.

And you're smiling.

- We get to do it my way. - Uh, no, we
don't, 'cause we can't risk being exposed.

Well, we have to do something.
Yes. What we have to do...

is orchestrate Jacob's miraculous
escape from the Mac-10 brigade.

All right.

Head in. Let's make it peaceful.

I'll meet you both out back...
Unless a little war breaks out.

Fi, no war.

Fine. No war.

Mr. Pickles?

Is that you, pal?

Hey, Jacob.

Wait, look, don't
kill me, please!

Ah, don't you worry
about a thing.

I'm not here to kill you.

They're here to kill you.

Wait a second. Who are you? Never mind.
I'll explain later.

You need to go out the back.

There's a tiny little woman in a
Hyundai who's gonna protect you.

Uhh. Here we go. Hang on.

Don't forget Mr.
Pickles.

- Aren't you coming?
- No, I'm gonna cover your escape,

so I need the keys to the truck
in your garage and this hat.

Yeah, I-I... No more talking.

Time to go. Now. Bye, Mr.
Pickles.

As a spy, a lot of missions...

depend on the world not
knowing you were there.

Do it!

When an op involves saving someone's
life and keeping your presence unknown...

Stop him, man! you have to make
their escape look credible.

So if the person you're saving
is an untrained civilian,

you need to make it look
like they escape...

like an untrained civilian.

Hi. I'm Jacob. This guy
broke into my house...

Honey, what you just
heard wasn't fireworks.

Get in the damn car.

Where have you been?

Two-hour meeting with Pearce.

She's taking agents to Egypt...

to run down a lead she
thinks she found.

Good. That should give us
a little breathing room.

I got your message.

This is my "I'm concerned we just kidnapped
our only lead back to Max's killer" face.

Well, be glad it's not your "Our only
lead got murdered by a Latino gang" face.

A group of thugs was moving in to send Jacob
to the morgue. We had to pull him out.

According to Jacob, he was
doing some odd jobs...

for some mystery man who
contacted him over the Internet.

And more recently, he was delivering
unmarked packages in Overtown.

I'm guessing drugs.

The gang thought he was dealing on
their turf and tried to take him out.

Whoever used Jacob to set you
up is trying to get rid of him.

Where is he now?

Hiding. Upstairs.

What does he know about us?

Well, I kept the
details to a minimum,

but I explained that it's in his best
interest and ours to find his boss.

Something else you
forget to mention?

He brought his doggy?

I really think I should run.

Seriously, I-I can
just grab my stuff...

Jacob, listen. That
is not an option.

Know what? I think you're wrong.
I think it's the only option.

Well, running will
work just fine...

until your boss catches
you and kills you.

We can help you.

You just have to tell us
what you know about him.

I have no idea who he is.

H-He contacted me by e-mail
about doing some odd jobs.

- Can... Can I go now? - No, you can't.

Are you in the habit of taking shady
jobs that you find on the Internet?

I had no choice.

Construction's dead.
I needed cash.

How did this guy pay you?

He, um, mailed me cash then
texted me the next gig.

The money was good. I
didn't ask questions.

Until a gang took a shot at you.

I'm in over my head here!

And I can't even go to the
cops, because apparently...

I helped out on a murder
and a bunch of drug deals.

Your only way out of this is with us. You
need to help us get in touch with your boss.

I can't.

The phone he gave me to contact
him with is at my house.

And I am not going back there.

- Fi, I have this job with Sam...
- Yeah. I can go get a phone.

Thanks, Fi.

Hey, Sam.

Mikey. Back to the
old look, huh?

Well, I figure since people
are trying to kill me,

it's not the worst idea to
change my appearance a little.

Mm. Can't argue with that logic.

You're drinking ice tea, Sam?

This job you have
must be serious.

Well, serious enough I got to keep a
clear head. My lady needs a favor.

She said she would do
anything if I helped her.

Anything, Mike. Do you have
any idea what that means?

I don't need to. So
what's the favor?

Well, Elsa was helping out
this women's legal aid group.

She met a gal... Denise O'Lear.

Separated from her husband,
custody problems with their son.

Daddy was supposed to bring the kid back
yesterday, but I guess he didn't show.

I'm not a family counselor, Sam.

No, but you were an Army Ranger,
just like this guy's brother...

K.I.A. in Afghanistan.

Yeah. Apparently after...

Uh, why don't I let her tell it?
Hey, Denise. Over here.

Hi, Sam. Hey.

So, uh, this is my buddy Mike,
the guy I was telling you about.

We just got to the part
about, uh, John's brother.

My husband was a good man, but he
changed when he lost his brother.

After he quit his job, he
wanted to move out of the city,

said he wanted to protect us.

- So he has your son right now?
- That's where we come in, Mike.

Just one quick chat to convince
John to bring the kid back home.

We'll see what we can do.
Thank you.

When you see John, can you just go easy
on him? He's had such a hard time.

We're just gonna talk to him.

- Say, Sam? - Yeah, Mike?

Why does it look like someone spent some
time and money fortifying John's house?

Because someone spent some time and
money fortifying John's house.

This is feeling like more than a
"one quick chat" kind of job.

Mike, don't be like that.

We're here. John's here.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

- Fine?
- Yeah. And in the event that it isn't...

I brought a tracker.

I'll just plant this on his truck
in case he, you know, flees.

Mike, come on. What's the
worst that could happen?

John could tell you to get lost,
and we just talk to a lawyer.

Spies
deal with foreign agencies,

dirty corporations and criminal
syndicates all the time,

but none of that compares
to dealing with families.

Asking a man to take apart his
business or turn on his country...

is easy compared to going
into a man's home...

and telling him how to deal
with the people he loves.

That's why, when confronted
with a family situation,

it's usually a good idea...

Who are you?

To tell the truth.
My name's Michael.

I'm a friend of your wife's.

Denise asked me to come
check on your son.

Tommy's fine. Oh,
I'm sure he is.

I promised Denise I'd
come talk to you.

Look, it is hot out here.

Do you mind if I
come inside to chat?

Neither one of us wants to get
the law involved here, do we?

All right. Come in. Keep your
hands where I can see 'em.

- So where's Tommy?
- It's none of your business.

You want to talk,

you stay right where
you are and talk.

John, you don't
have to do that. Hey, hey, hey.

What, do you think
you're clever?

Turning to make yourself a smaller
target, angling towards my off hand?

I said, do not move.

Who the hell are you? What, do
you work for the government?

No, I'm not with the government.

Your brother was
a Ranger, right?

So was I.

Bravo Company, Third
Ranger Battalion.

I know what you're going through, John. I lost
a lot of good friends on the battlefield.

Good men, just
like your brother.

You said, uh... my wife sent you?

How is she? She's fine.

She'd be better if I could
tell her how Tommy's doing.

John, I'm here for
one simple reason.

You should have dropped Tommy
off with his mother yesterday,

according to your
custody agreement.

Yeah, well, who made me sign
that stupid agreement? Huh?

A judge from Chicago.

A little, tiny weasel of a man
on the government payroll...

sat there telling me
what's best for my family?

He doesn't take care of 'em. I do.
So who the hell is he...

John. to tell me how to
take care of my family?

Calm down. I'm on your side.

I'm not here to
talk about a judge.

I'm here to talk about getting
Tommy back with his mom.

No. Tommy stays with me.

Okay, then... let's go together.

John, I came here out of
respect for your brother,

out of respect for
his sacrifice.

Now put the shotgun
down and talk to me.

Please.

Okay.

"Keep out," huh?

What do you hide in here, pal?

I knew it! I knew you
were lying to me!

What, you got somebody out back?
Huh? Tommy, get the packs now!

No. John, this is a mistake. I'm
not here to hurt you or your son.

Stop talking right now. Stop talking
right now. Tommy, let's go!

Where are we going?

It's okay. It's okay.
We're leaving.

There are dozens
of ways to disarm a man with a gun,

but unfortunately, they
all come with a risk...

that the gun will go off.

No matter how good you are, it's not something
you want to try with a child present...

You lead the way. Let's go.

Unless you want to tell a bereaved mom
that you gambled with her kid's life...

because you felt lucky.

So where's your friend hiding?

- Sam, down! -
Just get away from us!

Come on.

Just stay on the ground!

You're not taking my son!
Do you hear me? Go.

And don't even try to follow us!

Well, good news and bad news.

Bad news you know, I guess. I
tripped the motion detector.

The good news is I
planted the tracker.

Now we'll know where he's going.
We can get the kid back.

Sam, I don't think this is
gonna be quite that simple.

We found these in John's house.

Oh, my God.

That's the place John was
always talking about.

He went with his friends.

He called it a... a
training facility.

It is... of sorts.

John's there now with your son.

Oh, God. Okay, we need
to call the police.

Okay? We need to
call them right now.

No. That is the last
thing we should do.

Why not call the
police, Michael?

Because this isn't
a summer camp, Ma.

It's the home of a
fringe militia...

with some very
antigovernment views.

- How many men are in a militia?
- At this one? About 20.

We have to call the police.

Trust me, if the police show
up, there will be violence.

But Sam's already there, and
I'm calling in some friends.

Okay, I need to get my son back.

We will. We just
need to be careful.

No, you don't understand, okay?
Tommy is asthmatic.

The longer he stays out in
those woods, the more likely...

Look, I just refilled
his prescription...

because the inhaler Tommy has
with him is almost empty.

That might be
something we can use.

It's not ideal,

but it'll give us a reason
for John to talk to us.

If anything happens to Tommy...

John has some serious problems,
but he cares about your son.

I'm gonna go now,

and I'm gonna get
you your son back.

Ma, you need to keep her calm.
She's...

She married the wrong man. I know
something about that. Just go get Tommy.

You can tell a lot
about a group from looking at their base.

Their fortifications can tell you whether
they're focused on offense or defense,

and their vehicle type and number
can tell you how mobile they are.

The most important thing
to check... their weapons.

If they're carrying
M16s on full auto,

you're probably not dealing with
amateurs camping in the woods.

They are locked down tight.

Yep. Nobody in or out since
John and Tommy arrived.

The book says...

And they probably don't take
too kindly to visitors.

I don't see a way
to get in clean.

Well, that's because
there isn't.

And you know what? That's not even
the bad news. That's the bad news.

Guy's name is Zechariah.
He's the E.N.I.C.

"Extremist nutbag in charge."

The A.T.F. is investigating him for
stealing C-4 from the Forest Service.

I got the kid's
meds from his mom.

Let me see what I can do.

Hey, Son. Come over here and sit down.
I got this.

Come here.

- Hello? - John, it's Michael.

You got some balls calling me.
The hell do you want?

I want to meet. I'm
outside the compound.

I told you not to follow me.

I had to. I had to bring
Tommy's medicine.

John, listen to me. The inhaler you
have in there is gonna run out soon.

I need to give you a new one.

Okay. So leave it outside.
I'll go and get it later.

I can't do that. I promised Denise
I'd make sure Tommy was okay.

I promised her I'd
see him myself.

Okay, fine. I'll meet you
out front in a little bit,

but it's gonna take a few
hours to get it approved.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're planning something, Mike.

I can see the wheels turning.

This compound isn't
on city power.

Their generators run
off that fuel tank.

If we sabotage it, we'll
be able to replace it.

Right. Kind of like a
Trojan horse play.

So someone has to ride in on a
fuel truck into that compound.

Uh, yeah. That sounds dangerous.
I know their type, Sam.

They're not coming out. We
have to get someone in.

And here I thought this was just gonna be
a light and easy "deal with Jacob" week.

How many bangers we got inside?

Three. Shouldn't be too hard
for me to sneak past 'em.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Or, you know, I could go in, and
you could stay out here, because...

If you're about to say 'cause I'm a woman,
I'm gonna knock your teeth down your throat.

No, Fi. One of us has to stay here and provide
cover if the other one wants to bail out.

We both know you're
the better shot.

Come on.

Fine.

Sneaking past
trained operatives waiting in ambush...

is usually next to impossible.

[Men Chattering In Spanish
] They can stay alert...

through the long, boring hours of
waiting, ready for action at any second.

Amateurs, on the other
hand, tend to relax,

which can give you the
opening you need.

Uh, Jesse, we only
needed Jacob's phone.

You might want to brush up
on your counting skills.

You know what? You're in no position
to lecture me about counting, lady,

'cause there was four dudes
in there, not three.

Yeah. And I think the fourth
might have eaten the fifth.

Well, how... You know, no. Just forget it.
Forget it. Let's go.

Sorry. I know that took forever.

It's fine. The party hasn't started yet.
You get what you need?

Yeah, barely.

Drove so fast, I think
I went back in time.

It's not like I could just run out to
the liquid nitrogen store, you know.

Any action yet?

No, but there's been some
movement inside the compound.

- My guess is they're getting... -
All right, let's move it!

Right on cue. Okay!

How long do you need
to sabotage the tank?

Oh, comfortably? Twenty minutes.
How about uncomfortably?

Jesus, Mike, I don't know. Ten
minutes, but that's pushing it.

These guys are
itching for action,

so I should be able to keep
all eyes on me for that long.

Okay, I'll work as fast as
I can, but don't forget...

This army may be fake,
but the guns are real.

I know.

You got 10 minutes, Sam.

Open it up!

Coordinated covert
offensives involving two teams...

are a lot like ballroom dancing.

You have to synchronize your
steps, time your moves...

and always put your
partner first.

But unlike the tango
or the two-step,

it's good form to hog the
limelight during covert ops.

If all eyes are on you, your partner
can work undetected on the sidelines.

He's clean.

All right, John. I
have the medicine.

Hold your position!
Now, if he starts wheezing,

you take two pumps of this...
You come here to insult me?

Huh?

I know how to take
care of my son.

No, I'm not... No
insult intended.

I lived up to my end of the bargain.
Let me see Tommy.

Absolutely not.

John and I had a deal.

John does not make deals here.
I do.

I don't know who you are...

You want to know who I am?

I'll tell you who I am.

I am the hand of God.

I am his righteous soldier.

I am a man who stands, a man who
will not kneel. That's who I am.

That's great. I
was going to say,

I don't know who you are, but
I doubt you're a doctor.

Are you?

I didn't think so.

And since you're not a doctor,

and the nearest
hospital is miles away,

I was thinking I
should give you this.

It's an oximeter.

Hand it over and leave.

I'll give you the box if you
let me examine the boy.

Now, you can either
give us the box...

or I will take it
off your corpse.

Back inside. You heard him.
Let's go.

Let's close it up!

Just wait a damn minute!

I promised Tommy's mother...

that I'd at least check his
vitals and report back.

You failed. Report that.

I wasn't talking to you. I was
talking to Tommy's father.

This is your decision, John.

The hell it is.

Decisions made on
this land are mine.

These are my men, and
they follow my orders.

This isn't even a real army.
You're not even a real commander.

Correct me if I'm wrong. You never
served in the U.S. military.

No, I never did. I
didn't think so.

A real veteran
always spots a fake.

I served my country
and I fought in wars.

I didn't run around in the woods acting
like a soldier with my beer buddies.

I know your kind.

You think having served
somehow makes you a man.

Well, it does not.

You are not a man.

A man questions what he is told!

A man does not willingly
accept the lies...

that are shoved down his
throat by government.

You are of the
blind, the ignorant.

Me? My eyes are wide open.

And on my land, I see
nothing but truth.

So I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm going to allow you to live,

let you return to the
land of the weak.

Now, when you get back there, I-I do
want you to deliver this message.

If we see you or anyone
else around here again,

we shoot to kill.

Did Michael see Tommy?
Is he okay?

I just got off the
phone with Sam.

Tommy's still in the compound with
John, but Mike got him his medicine.

And they're working on a plan
now to get someone in there.

Oh, thank God. Yeah.

So, uh, the next step... I'm
gonna need your cell phone.

My cell phone? Yeah.

John's not gonna take Mike's calls anymore.
We figured he might take yours.

Denise.

It's my son's job to fix this.

It's your job to keep it together
for when your boy comes home.

Great job I'm doing so far.

Hey, come on. Look, I was
raised by a single mom, okay?

It's not easy, but you did right
by your son coming to us.

And as soon as this is over,
you'll do right by him again.

Okay.

Using an untrained asset...

to make contact with a
target is never ideal.

Meeting in person would
be an outright failure,

so it helps to do
it over the phone.

That way you can
write the script for the asset...

and all they have to do is
read... most of the time.

I-I can't do this.

You can, Jacob, and you will.

I can't. I really can't. I
think I'm hyperventilating.

Listen to me.

You do this, we find this
guy and we get rid of him.

I can't remember anything
I'm supposed to say.

That's why I wrote you a script.

Start dialing.

It's ringing. It's ringing.

It went to voice mail.

"Dude, it's me.

I don't know what's going on, but
some gang guys are trying to kill me.

I think it's 'cause of some
of the stuff you had me do.

I really need your help, man.
Call me."

I guess that'll have to do.
What if he doesn't get it?

What if he doesn't check his
voice mail or something?

Ever since you
fell off the grid,

I'm sure your employer
is dying to talk to you.

What makes you so s...

It's a text. I got a text.

"Happy to help. Stay safe.
I'll be in touch."

So... wh-what does that mean?

It means that you're gonna hang here.
I gotta go.

And when your boss
decides to get in touch,

we'll decide what
our next move is.

Uh, when will you be back?

Soon, Jacob.

Very soon.

Morning, boys.

What are you doing here,
shopping for gas?

No, we're shopping for a ride.

See the guy in the overalls?
He owns the joint.

So I called in a big fuel order, right?
He says, "No, I'm tapped out."

Says his whole supply's
on the road by 9:00 a.m.

That, plus the flag on the wall and
the antique rifle collection...

I'd say that truck is
headed for the compound.

I guess dumping the fuel worked.

Well, if that's my Trojan horse,

I'd better saddle up.

Listen, Fi, once you're
inside, no unnecessary risks.

The driver's gonna take you
right into the compound.

Find a place to hide and
wait until dark. Okay.

I just need to know where they're
keeping Tommy.

I'm handling that right now.

Denise.

No, John. It's Michael.

Why do you have Denise's phone?

Because you wouldn't
take my call.

Yeah, 'cause I'm
done talking to you.

Now what's gonna make
you stop... a bullet?

I'm not stopping until I know
where you're holding Tommy.

No. I'm hanging up.

No, John. Just listen.

Tell me where you got Tommy
so I know he's okay.

Tommy is with me, okay?

He's safe. Not
good enough, John.

How's his breathing?

You set up a filtration
system in his room, right?

No. I didn't know I was
supposed to set up a...

Damn it, John, are you gonna
take this seriously or not?

I need to tell them you're doing all
you can, or they'll take Tommy.

At least tell me you covered
the windows with trash bags.

What the hell are
you talking about?

To keep out anything that would
provoke an asthma attack.

Okay.

Yeah. I can do that.

Thank you, John.

They'll be holding Tommy in the building
with trash bags covering the windows.

Fi, you don't have to do this.
I could... Oh, please.

You'll stick out
like Sam's chin.

Besides, I've been wanting to take
a ride out into the country...

on the bottom of a
truck for weeks.

Tricking an enemy
into letting you inside their stronghold...

is a strategy as old
as the ancient Greeks.

But you don't always need to
build a large wooden horse.

With a modified special purpose
insertion-extraction harness,

you can hitch a ride under a vehicle...

and go right through
the front door.

Hey. Hey.

Fuel truck was about
five minutes behind us.

Well, they must have made up some time.
That sounds like our girl.

Now this is how to spend a
Saturday morning, Michael.

Just come home in one piece.

You're almost in view
of the compound now.

Hang on a second.

What...

What the hell are
those guys doing?

And now the truck
is slowing down.

Yeah. Why is he
checking behind him?

Fi, they know you're on board.

What? How could they know?

I don't know how, but they do.

You got to get off the truck now.
That's why they're slowing down.

Get off the truck now!

Drop, Fi! Drop!

Drop her!

2:00! Over by the trees!

Mike! She's pinned down! She's
not gonna make it to the trees!

She'll make it now!

Everybody retreat!
Back to the compound!

Move back! Move back! Retreat!

They knew exactly where I was.
How the hell did that happen?

Well, they didn't spot
you from the compound.

And that truck was barely in sight
when the militia rolled out.

And you weren't made
at the gas station.

The driver was told
you were on board.

So then how?

Wait a minute, guys. I think
I know what happened.

Check out those
satellite dishes.

They've got
signal-boosting antennas.

Yeah, and they're all pointed too low.
There's a cell phone tower back that way.

- I saw it when I was driving in. -Even
if they picked up cell traffic,

they'd need specialized
hardware to decode the signal.

Yeah, I'm pretty
sure they have it.

My A.T.F. buddy told me that,
in addition to stealing C-4,

Zechariah was suspected of
stealing military technology.

And they have our phone numbers
'cause Mike was calling in.

So we're on a party line?

Well, I guess we're
turning phones off.

Actually, not yet. We know Zechariah's
listening in, but he doesn't know we know.

- So you want to stage a phone call.
- Yeah, something that sells...

Armageddon is coming their way if
they don't act now to destroy us.

Okay, so we lure 'em out and just
stroll past their undefended gates?

Okay. I'm in. What do we need?

Something that sells
a last stand.

I think I passed just the spot.

For as long as
armies have built fortifications,

others have tried
to get past them.

Siege warfare can involve tunneling under,
scaling over or smashing through walls.

Once you're inside though,

you're dealing with an entrenched
enemy defending his home.

That's why the most successful sieges
often don't involve attacking at all...

but tricking your enemy
into coming out.

All right. I'd say that looks just
like a heavily defended ammo dump.

You ready? Yeah.

Remember, we got to sell this.

Well, that sure as
hell didn't work!

Yeah, no kidding. No kidding.

We're still in one piece, but barely.
Wh... What now?

Now? Now we storm the compound, we tear
down the walls and we paint the ground red.

We don't have the forces we need.
Not yet.

But the cavalry's on its way.

I want every man and
every weapon we have...

inside that shed a half a
klick north of the compound.

We're gonna dig in and wait.

In an hour, we'll have
the muscle we need...

to punch in and
massacre 'em all.

Well, if that doesn't draw them out of
the compound, I don't know what will.

Call everybody.

We hit first with superior firepower.
No one survives.

No one!

Load up the trucks!
Grab everything you got!

Come on! Let's go, go, go!

Well, looks like they're bringing
every piece of hardware they got.

I see one guard left inside.

Shouldn't be too tough.
Shall we?

All right. Jesse, Fi, pull him out back.
Keep a lookout.

Sam and I are gonna go get Tommy.
Let's go inside.

I'll give you one chance to drop
your weapons and surrender.

We got a problem.

It's not just Tommy inside.

I got to go in... alone.
Okay, but make it snappy.

Once Zechariah realizes he's been
duped, he's gonna be out for blood.

And the A.T.F. is
already on the way.

Light 'em up!

Hold it! Hold it!

Surrender your weapons now!

John? It's Michael.

I'm coming in.

You again? Just stay back!

I'm not here to hurt you, John.

I just want to talk.

Those bruises are fresh.
What happened?

Nothing!

Just stay back.

I am on your side.

What happened?

He beat you, didn't he?

He ordered everybody out
into the field, and...

And Tommy couldn't breathe,
so I wouldn't go, and, uh...

Yeah, he beat me.
He broke my leg.

And then Tommy got so
scared, he passed out.

Hey! Stop!

I said to stay back!

Look around you, John.

This isn't what you
signed up for.

This isn't right.

What do you want?

The same thing I wanted when we
first met... to keep your son safe.

And he's not safe here, John.

He's not safe with Zechariah.

Zechariah promised
he'd protect us.

Well, he lied to you about that.

He's not you, John. He's not your brother.
I mean, think about your son.

I am thinking about him!
I'm his father!

And as his father, you
have to make a choice.

If you think it's better
for Tommy to shoot me,

then you need to shoot me.

But if you think Tommy is
better off leaving this place,

then we need to get him
out of here right now.

So stupid!

I believed in that man.

Radio! You got it.

Radio!

Snyder? Snyder?

Do you copy? Come back!

There are many things in this
world to believe in, John.

Zechariah's not one of them.

Son of a bitch.

You need to grab your son,
and we need to go now.

- No.
- John, what are you talking about?

You just said yourself
Zechariah isn't going...

No, look. I... I'm done with him.
All right?

But somebody's got to stay back
and... and cover your escape.

- John, listen. - Don't worry.

I'm not gonna leave
my son fatherless.

Get out of here.

Hey. Hey, pal.

Hey.

Dad?

Hey. Hey.

So, you're gonna go
with this man here.

And, uh,

I just want you to know
that everything I do,

I do for you.

Love you, buddy.

You just tell your mom
that I love her too.

Okay?

I wish I could
find the words. I...

You don't have to say anything.
I'm just glad he's back with you.

If only John's
brother hadn't died,

maybe John would have
taken a different path.

Things happen, honey. You can't
always control the way life goes.

Could have been a lot worse.

It's a miracle he got
out of the compound.

He's checked himself into a hospital.
He's gonna be okay.

And, um, the rest of them?

A.T.F. has rounded
up most of them.

Zechariah's gonna spend a
lot of time in prison.

- So what now?
- I have family in Georgia.

I was thinking of moving there with Tommy.
Think it'd be good for him.

You both deserve a fresh start.

I never got away from my husband.

I always regretted that.

It's incredible what you did,
Michael... getting through to John.

Your mom told me about your dad.

I know how hard
this was for you.

I-I keep thinking about Tommy.

He's gonna be okay.

How do you know?

He has a mom that loves him.
He'll be fine.

I just want to go.

Once we know where your
former boss wants to meet,

and that he doesn't need to talk to you
on the phone, then you'll be free to go.

I got to say, it's lucky you look like
me and go to the meeting in my place.

I wouldn't call it lucky.
Well, all's I'm saying is,

I don't want to meet the guy who
wants me dead.

It's a text.

From him. Oh, thank God!

Now can I go?

"Hurricane Cove Marina,
Slip 237, 1:00 p.m.

Don't be late." Now
you're free to go.

Hey, uh, next time you get a
job offer over the Internet,

you might want to ask a few questions
before you just say "Yes."

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, I know you need my clothes
to go pretend to be me,

but when you're finished, I was
wondering if I could get them back.

No.

You know what? Never mind.

Bye, Mr. Pickles.

Not loving this, Mike.

The guy shot and killed a C.I.A.
officer.

He could be anywhere around here with a
sniper rifle, looking to do the same to you.

No. If he's trying to kill Jacob,
he'll make it look like an accident.

My guess is there's a reason
he wants to meet on the boat.

So you think he's planning to kill
the guy, sail out and dump the body?

Sounds about right. Yeah, like
I said... Not loving this idea.

But I'll be on Bluetooth
if you need me.

You see anybody, Mike?

No, there's no one on board.

Jacob just got a text.

"Can't make it. Take the boat.

Meet me in the Bahamas
at Marsh Harbor."

Marsh Harbor?

Yeah. The guy was
even nice enough...

to leave Jacob a map showing
him how to get there.

Well, that was sure
decent of him.

What kind of game is
this guy playing?

The kind that goes "boom."
Just found a bomb.

We got four pounds of C-4 wired to a
trigger mechanism wired to a depth finder.

So when the boat gets into water
that's deep enough, kaboom?

Only thing better than
killing Jacob in person...

is killing him when
you're not even there.

I'm sending you a picture of the bomb.

Get off that death trap, Mike. We'll
find this guy some other way.

No. I don't want to spook him
and send him into hiding.

Let's let him think
he killed Jacob.

I'll see you in a minute, Sam.

Well, this puppy wasn't made by an amateur.
Look at that trigger.

Yeah. Definitely a pro.

Well, that's the good news. We can
run a chemical trace on this C-4,

figure out where it's from.

That, plus the components should be
enough to find out whoever built this.

I'll show this to Fi.
She'll know where to start.

Don't worry, Mike. We're
gonna get this guy.

I know, Sam. We just
need to do it...

before the C.I.A. comes
after me for Max's murder.

Time's running out.
And when it does...