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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.

Max! What happened?

Who did this to you?
I don't know.

You say good-bye for me. Max!

[ Gunshots ]

Whoever did this managed
to put a murder weapon...

in Michael's hands
and get away clean.

[ Michael ] Our killer's in there.
We should go in now.

[ Sam ] Mike, there's the guy.

We gotta find this guy, and the only thing
we got is a thoroughly toasted computer.

We gotta make it fast. I talked to Pearce.
She's investigating the warehouse fire.

You lied to me. You killed him!

I was framed. He's Romanian.
His name is Tavian.

Sam and Jesse are
tracking him right now.

Just let me make
one phone call...

Don't even think about it.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Line Ringing ] Come on, Mike.
Pick up. Pick up.

This is Michael. Leave a message.
[ Beeps ]

Damn it. He's still
not answering?

Yeah. Fi said she was with him like 15
minutes ago. Something's not right.

Pull over up here. I want to take a peek
at Mike's loft before we get there.

[ Sam ] Oh, son of a bitch.
It's the feds.

I had a feeling. Take a look.

[ Jesse ] I guess Pearce
finally caught up with us.

Looks like Mike's
already in custody.

She's gonna be after us too.

I'm not ready to say this is over yet.
Are you?

Well... [ Exhales ]
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that Pearce is taking Mike to a
federal holding facility downtown right now.

Now if we haul some serious ass, we can
stop 'em and try and change their minds.

Let's go. Push it!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Sam ] Okay, I'm starting
to have second thoughts.

Are you... Come...
This is your idea!

I'm serious. This
car is Fi's baby.

- If we wreck it, she's gonna be pissed.
- Sam, you got a better plan?

No. Me neither.

[ Michael Narrating ] Stopping an
armed convoy is a tactical nightmare.

The easily accessible cars... the
ones in the lead and at the tail...

Are the ones that don't matter.

- Which way you going? You going right?
- Left. We're going left.

The trick is getting into position
to target the key vehicle...

before anyone realizes
what you're doing.

Hey, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Got it.

- Sam, shut up.
- Pull up a little bit.

- Please shut up!
- There's no real safe way to do it.

Send the lead car into a tailspin while
inserting yourself in the convoy...

Do it!

[ Tires Screeching ]

and you can create your
own little roadblock.

[ Men Shouting ]

- [ Pearce ] Move!
- Hands right here. Yup.

Yup, no need to shoot anybody.

Hey. Hey, look, uh,
we're not armed.

We just came here to talk. Oh. Well,
you've got a funny way of saying hello.

Yeah. Hey, that's a good one.
Listen.

The guy that killed Max
is on Brickell Key.

His name is Tavian Khorza. Sounds like
you boys got your stories straight.

- But it's just that. A story. - Think
we'd pull a stunt like that for fun?

We got Homeland Security to lock the
island down and trap the son of a bitch.

Pearce! Listen to me.
Listen to me!

We know where this guy is right now.
We could take him down!

Just let me make one phone
call to set up the meeting.

- You owe me that much!
- I don't owe you a damn thing!

You and your friends are done.
What about Max?

What about Max's wife?
What do you owe them?

Look at me.

This is your last chance.

We miss this guy
and he gets away,

will you be able to
forgive yourself?

I know I won't.

[ Sighs ]

Get them in the car. He...
stays with me.

[ Man ] All right, get 'em in the car.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

I guess we're going
to Brickell Key.

- [ Pearce ] All right, what did
Tavian say? - He wants to meet.

He's holed up in a half-finished
parking garage six blocks from here.

How do you want to play
this, Agent Pearce?

I have a couple options. The F.B.I.
wants to send a negotiator,

and I got a cowboy local sheriff ready
to send SWAT on a full-scale assault.

Tavian has a tactical advantage
and he travels heavy.

Any direct assault will
end up as a bloodbath.

As far as he knows,
no one's onto him.

You send me in,
I'll bring him out.

What, I give you a gun,
send you off by yourself?

You are seriously
overestimating my trust in you.

You send me in unarmed.
I'll wear a mike.

You can have spotters
in the area...

and a tactical unit on
the street watching me.

Okay, you're up.

But try anything, my teams won't just
watch you. They'll shoot you dead.

We clear? Crystal clear.

- They got you too?
- Picked me up at the bridge.

I heard what was going on. I asked
if I could say good-bye in case...

Hey, an hour ago I was on my way
to jail for the rest of my life.

How much worse is this, really?

The man is ruthless.

He killed one of his own people to avoid
capture. You won't even have a gun.

The only way I'm gonna
get out of this...

is if I get Tavian to talk.

I can't ask anyone else to
risk their life for this.

Michael, come back to me.

Come on.

Tavian!

If you're gonna shoot me,

get it over with.

Otherwise, let's talk.

Finally. I've been
waiting for you.

It's been a busy morning.

Your man Sam said you'd
be here two hours ago.

Instead he has the
police seal the island.

He doesn't know who he
chooses for an enemy.

[ Michael On Radio
] You chose us.

You killed our friend and
tried to pin it on me.

Yeah, and it didn't
stick, did it?

[ Tavian On Radio ] And when I came
to kill you, you wouldn't die.

So here we are. You need
me, and I need you.

Time to make a deal.

It's too late for that.

It's not just local
police down there.

It's F.B.I., C.I.A. They
all know your name.

You think you're gonna get outta
this clean, you're wrong.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

You son of a bitch.

You got a choice, Tavian.

You surrender peacefully,
you give us information,

I'll try to keep you
out of Guantánamo.

But one way or another,
this ends today.

Well, you're half right.

It does end... for me.

But not for you.

Tavian. Tavian. Tavian, no!

Pearce, look. I just wanna say...

You're free to go.

But don't even think
about leaving Miami.

And when I call, you answer.
There might be more questions.

If I had told you the
truth from the beginning,

and you hadn't heard
Tavian confess,

would you really
have believed me?

Maybe. We'll never know.

[ Madeline ] Michael.

Mom.

Agent Pearce, this is my mother.

Mom, this is... That was Agent Pearce.
Well, that was rude.

What are you doing here? I
was in the neighborhood.

All right, I called, and they told
me you were being released today.

I thought Fi was picking me up.

Well, I want to talk to you alone...
And you need to hear this,

and Fiona and Jesse and Sam
are not gonna tell you.

Your friends crashed into a C.I.A.
convoy for you.

Now you might want
think about that.

Look, when you first came back
to Miami, you were alone.

God knows you hadn't
talked to me in ages.

You had no friends. You
lived by yourself.

But that isn't true anymore.

You have roots here now.

And when anything happens,
it affects all of us.

I know, but it's over now.

Is it? I hope so.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Covert operative...

is one of the most
stressful jobs there is.

Like soldiers, E.R.
doctors and astronauts,

spies have to schedule extended
downtime for decompression.

Carry that stress too long, and it's
easy to start missing details...

Like a strange pair of shoes
under the crack of your door.

[ Hammer Cocks ]
Welcome home, kid.

Oh! No gun, huh?

[ Laughs ] And I thought Boy
Scouts were always prepared.

Larry, I thought you were
extradited to an Albanian prison.

Oh, I was, but I guess I'm just
not done haunting you yet.

How'd you get out? The usual.
Money.

All my money, actually.
I'm down to the felt.

But there's a prison
warden in Elbasan...

who's six feet lower
than that, so here I am.

Don't bother. The crate's empty.
I already got your backup gun.

I'll take your phone now.

- Why are you here, Larry?
- I got myself a freelance gig.

You're gonna help me break into
the British consulate right now.

That sounds like a fun way
to earn yourself a trip...

to a much more
secure penitentiary.

Same old Michael. Always
such a pessimist.

I've got this all worked out.

See, Michael, I brought
along some help.

I brought along a
very useful, uh...

Uh, kidnap guy? Kidnap
vic... Kidnapee.

- [ Trunk Opens ] -
Say hello to Anson.

[ Muffled ]

Let's talk inside, shall we?

Get him out.

[ Laughing ]

Oh, I see you finally got
a woman's touch in here.

Or is it Fiona?

[ Michael ] 800 thread count
sheets have their perks.

Flowers, I could take
'em or leave 'em.

So, Larry, how is this guy gonna help
us break into the British consulate?

Go ahead, Anson. Explain why
I cut your vacation short.

I'm a clinical psychiatrist
working for the D.I.A.

He is a government approved
headshrink for spies.

He doles out meds
and happy talk...

for broken toys like you.

The point is, he has high-level
clearance across the board.

One of my patients is an American
working for the British.

My boss'll give us the access codes if
I say I'm worried there's been a leak.

Come on, Larry. We need
more than access codes.

What about building security?
What about...

Don't ask me. Ask him.
He's the expert.

[ Anson ] Please, this can work.
It has to.

[ Whispering ] He has my wife.

Ohh.

- See for yourself, kid.
- [ Beeping ]

You see Claire's necklace?

[ Muffled ]

That is my insurance policy.

You are gonna do
what I say today.

And I say let's go!

Yeah. It's kind of
intimidating, huh?

But we do this right, we go in there
like a hot knife through butter.

[ Chuckles ] Hey, and you
know how I like a hot knife.

3-5-5-6... [ Fingers Snapping ]

2-9-5-1. Thank you.

That's the front door, that's the
computer log-in and that's the vault.

Please, just let Claire go.
Patience, pal. Patience.

- If these are right, if they work...
- I think we have a problem.

- Excuse me! - I don't know what
game you think you're playing here,

- but believe me, Larry plays for keeps.
- What? I'm not playing a game.

Are you sure? Because when
I worked for the British,

their access codes
were 13 digits.

These are only 12. Are you
trying to pull something?

I'm telling the truth, I swear.

Kid, seriously. What
are you doing here?

Check the access codes online
with your phone. If it's right,

you'll be able to log on to
the basic site remotely.

[ Beeping ]

Cut your way through
the backseat.

No cops. Go to the Crest Hotel.
Ask for Sam Axe.

Well, well, well.

The codes work. Now
who's gettin' cute?

I'm not the one getting cute.
I was burned for a while.

Maybe they changed the codes. I
just don't wanna die today, Lar.

Okay. Okay, you... In the trunk.

We'll be back in an hour.

Hey. Understand
something, Michael.

You know, I've let you skate a few
times just because of old times' sake,

and I always looked
upon you like a son.

That ended when you
sent me to prison.

Now you don't wanna get shot in
the neck, you do what I say.

And then you cross
your fingers...

because Daddy is in
one of those moods.

[ Michael ] You wanna tell me why we're
breaking into the British consulate?

Are we doing a spec job?

Are we stealing something specific?
Stop saying "we."

There's me, the
guy with the gun,

and there's you, the guy that does
whatever the hell I tell him to do.

This is not some soapbox derby.

Okay, but these biohazard
symbols on these boxes...

are making me a little nervous.
That's fascinating, Michael.

Feel free to keep me
posted on your feelings.

There are some things you're not gonna
get me to do, Larry, gun or no.

Okay, fine. It's
just a cover I.D.

I'm the boss. You're my
slow-witted underling.

Oh, and by the way,
lose that jacket.

It's just a little too fancy.

Okay. What's the job?
Where do we work?

The second floor of
that building...

is a C.D.C. satellite office
where Larry Barishel...

was recently hired
to test lab samples.

Brits are one floor up.

If Anson gave us the access codes,
why break in through the floor?

[ Sighs ] Because if we open the
front door of the consulate,

building security
gets a heads-up.

So we're not opening the
front door of the consulate.

What about... Oh, Jesus.
You know what?

Kid, you're really starting
to piss the boss off.

And getting fired around
here is the real bitch.

Hey, how's it goin', guys?

Got a couple of
samples to run here.

[ Metal Detector Beeping ] Well!
Quiet Sunday, huh?

You broke our streak. Yeah.

Those are good-lookin' boys.

Yeah, they take after their
dad... whoever he is.

Ho, ho! Nice.

All right. Have a good one.

Sorry. I need your I.D.
too, sir.

Huh? Oh, no.

He's with me. Chris is with me.

It's not okay though, 'cause we
gotta check the I.D.'s before...

But I don't get my I.D.
till Thursday...

'cause I didn't fill out the
paperwork right or something.

Yeah. This is what
they stick me with.

Uh, it's... okay.

Just sign here, and stop by
on your way back to sign out.

Right there. Okay.

[ Larry ] That's good.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

There we go.

Nice. Slow-witted suits you.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

What up, Eduardo?

Sorry to make you come down, Mr.
Axe.

I know noon to 3:30
is Sam's siesta time.

No, no, that's okay, buddy.
That's all right.

Who's this guy who
wants to see me?

Are you Sam Axe?
Most of the time.

My name's Anson Fullerton. My...

[ Woman Laughing ]

My wife has been taken. This lunatic
strapped a bomb to her neck,

and then Mike... Michael Westen?

He said that you might be
able... that you would help.

Okay, slow down. One
thing at a time.

Where's Mike now? He's
with this guy, uh, Larry.

They went downtown.
Stop talking.

Give me a second.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Fi. It's Sam. Hey,
we got a problem.

Larry's back.

[ Beeps ] [ Lock Clicks ]

And who said I'd
never get a day job?

Okay, open your box.

Inside you'll find all
the tools you need...

to hack your way
up into that vent.

One flight up. Runs
past a hallway...

connected to the
consulate lobby,

and that's where you'll
be making us a doorway.

All right? Set yourself up.

Let me remind you of
something, Michael.

In two hours, Anson's gonna have himself a
liquid bride... if this doesn't go well.

You got that?

Got it. Let's do this.

I like that attitude.
[ Chuckles ]

Now before we do any
of the heavy lifting,

I am gonna buy us
a little privacy.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

Follow my lead.

[ Beeping Continues ] [
Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Man ] Hey, guys, is
everything okay up there?

Some kind of warning
light just came on.

There's just a little problem with
the container tank. It's not Ebola.

- Here's what we need to do.
- We call the police.

Tim, do you have the sheet with the C.D.C.
instructions?

It is not Ebola. It is
just a class 2 spill.

The building is empty, right?

Yeah. You're the only visitors.
What do you mean, "class 2"?

Oh, damn it, damn it.

Look, we just can't have people
coming in and out of here.

You need to lock all the exits.
No phone calls.

And that is the emergency response
protocol that we will follow...

until hazmat gets here,
if it comes to that.

You're gonna be hearing a lot
of noises, a lot of banging.

That's us looking for that leak.
That's normal.

The most important thing is for you
guys to just keep your distance.

Okay? Let's go, let's go.
Lock it up.

[ Clapping ] Come
on, lock it up!

[ Beeping Continues ]

Oh, there's no way anybody's
gonna crash our party now.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Sam ] Jesse, I need you
to get Maddy out of town.

- Larry's back. - [ Jesse ] Larry?
How the hell...

- What's Larry doing back in town?
- I don't know much,

but Maddy knows the drill.

The minute you say, "It's a
Disney World kind of day,"

she'll grab the shotgun and go.

Keep her mind off it, will ya?
Oh, she loves the teacups.

- Do you think Larry's gonna...
- Just breathe. Stay calm.

How am I supposed to stay calm?
My wife is...

Your wife is gonna be fine.
She's the only thing...

keeping Michael Westen from snapping
Larry's neck and he knows it.

So just calm down.
Everything's gonna be...

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Oh, my God.

Sam, I got here two minutes
ago and it was too late.

- Where's my wife? Where's Claire?
- I'm sorry.

No. You can't... You said
he wouldn't kill her!

Anson, don't. Claire!

- Claire!
- Anson. Anson, you can't go over there.

[ Voice Breaking ] That's my wife.
I'm sorry.

[ Whimpers ] No!

No!

I don't get it.

I mean, Larry's a monster, but
that woman was his only leverage.

Why kill her? It doesn't
make any sense.

Anson, I know it's hard
to focus right now,

but the man who
killed your wife,

he's gonna be out of the country in a
matter of hours if you don't help us.

How? What can I do?

You need to tell us everything you
know about what Larry is doing.

Where did he take Michael?

I gave him the, uh, codes
for the British consulate.

The access codes.

Sam?

Look, I don't want to
leave you here like this,

but Sam and I have... No.

If you're going after the son of a bitch
that killed Claire, I'm coming with you.

I want to see him go down.
I want to see him dead.

Let's go.

Any idea what they feed you
in an Albanian prison?

I don't know. Yogurt?
I have no idea.

I ate it every day
for eight months.

I still couldn't tell
you what it was.

You fishing for an
apology, Larry?

Gonna let me go if
I say I'm sorry...

I didn't roll over and
let you ruin my life?

Nah, I don't suppose so.
Well, then let's do this.

Fine! Up you go.

I need a shield for the sparks.

Cardboard should do it.
I'll check the copy room.

Oh, and go call your friends?
No, I don't think so.

Get your ass up there
and start cutting.

You'll be fine.

If anyone's used to getting
a little burned, it's you.

[ Michael Narrating ] Level 3
contagion facilities are designed...

with massive exhaust systems to
quickly remove harmful gases...

in case of an emergency.

They're just about the only
type of ventilation shaft...

a full-grown man can fit into,

so they can double as a vertical
passageway to the next floor up.

But you have to
make your own exit.

[ Loud Banging ]

Ma'am, I told you, I don't care what
kind of purse you left up there...

It's a Fendi, and it has a
very nice reward in it...

for the handsome guard who saves
my life by letting me go grab it.

No one's allowed
in today, period.

Believe me, I'm doing you a favor.
But it...

Larry spooked those guards somehow.
The place is locked down tight.

Can't you warn the guards?
Won't they help?

If we send a couple of
rent-a-cops up there...

Hell, even if we send a slew
of real cops up there...

This is gonna get bloody.
So that's it?

He gets away with it? He's not
getting away with anything.

We just have to find another
way into the building.

My feeling exactly, Fi. Look.
Check this out. See that?

It's a freight access, but it
goes right inside the building,

and under the circumstances, maybe
we should just blast our way in.

Well, Sam, you're finally
speaking my language.

[ Banging Continues ]

[ Drill Whirring ]

[ Anson ] What is that?
It's a block of C-4.

- You should stand back.
- Anson, listen.

You're gonna stay here, okay?
This is gonna happen fast.

When that door gets opened, we only got one
shot to get up there and surprise him.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Michael, are you okay?

[ Larry ] Oh, Michael
is just fine.

At least for the moment.

[ Beeps ]

What are you after, Larry?

You know, you are probably
not the first person...

I would tell that to, so why
don't you do me a favor,

and hold all your
questions till forever?

I have something I
want to explain.

I think you know by now, I
never wanted to kill Michael.

Touch him, you are dead.

That is pretty tough talk coming
from a tiny little psychopath...

in what are those, capri pants?

Where the hell is he?

[ Laughs ] Hello.

Hi, Sam. Oh, look at you.

I see Jenny Craig
has done her magic.

Thinner, but not smarter.

I... Larry, you got two choices...

Whatever you're after
or your freedom.

You let Michael out of there,

you can watch us drive away.

You live to fight another day.
If you don't...

Shut up, you gasbag!

This is not a conversation.

This is me telling you...

that if you try anything,
I will see you coming,

and I will kill him.

Believe that.

[ Beeps ]

You know what? He's bluffing.

Larry may be a murderous ghoul,

but he's always had a
soft spot for Mike.

No. He said, "I never
wanted to kill Michael."

He's talking about something that hasn't
happened as if it were in the past.

That's never a good sign
coming from a sociopath.

What are you saying?

That no matter what
we do he's gonna...

I'm so sorry.

Oh, you gotta love the Brits.

About as good at decorating a consulate as
they are at holding on to their colonies.

Let's just do the job. A funny thing
happened while you were up in that vent.

Our buddy Anson showed up
out front with Fi and Sam.

[ Grunts, Groans ]

- [ Hammer Cocks ]
- I warned you.

I told you not to test me,

and now you are gonna do what
I brought you here to do.

And what's that, Larry?

You're gonna plant a report
in a diplomatic pouch.

A few nice people are
gonna rot in prison.

A few million dollars
lands in my bank account.

[ Groans ]

[ Chuckling ]

[ Groans ] You know,

if you want to earn some money,

I can do it without you
hurting innocent people.

Stop the act, man. Stop it.

I know your holier-than-thou
Boy Scout routine by heart.

And you know what else I know? I know
something that nobody else knows.

You deserved to be burned.

Oh... Have we forgotten
about Chechnya?

[ Breathing Heavily ]

I didn't do anything
in Chechnya.

Oh. Oh, is that what
you tell yourself?

You stood there.

You watched it happen.

You let me kill those people.

And then you helped
me cover it up.

Because that was the job!

Yeah! I did! I'm just
like you, Larry!

Is that what you want?

[ Sighs ]

You know what I want, Michael?

I want you to choose.

You're either a civilian,
or you're an operator.

And until you choose,

you're just pathetic.

Now clean yourself up.
We got work to do.

[ Door Opens ]

Watch where you're
bleedin', kid.

I'm gonna wipe the security cam so they
won't know who came through the wall,

but it won't do any good if you smear
your DNA all over their furniture.

Here.

Where are we planting this?

There's that "we" again.

All right, the outgoing
diplomatic pouch...

is in the vault
right over there,

and access is remotely controlled
from this office right here.

Clever. It makes a
break-in a two-man job.

So you go into the vault...

Oh, and wouldn't you love the chance to
have me trapped in an airtight cage?

No. You' going in.

Then you'll never know for sure
whether I planted the file.

You see these frown
lines on my face?

- See, I was not, in
fact... - [ Lock Beeping ]

- born yesterday.
- [ Lock Clicks ]

Come on. I wanna
show you something.

I will be watching
you the whole way.

Now you go in there. You put the
documents in the diplomatic pouch.

You log it into the computer.

You wait until I buzz
you into the vault.

Then you switch the
pouches, and we go home.

Got it? I got it.

Let's do this, huh?
Oh, and Michael...

Stay outta trouble.

We do remember what happens
when you test me, right?

How could I forget?

[ Typing ]

[ Beeping ] [ Chirps ]

Bingo.

[ Beeps ] Okay.

Bye-bye.

[ Michael Narrating ] Before
cell phones were invented,

it was much harder to
call out of an office...

without everyone else in the building
seeing that you were on the line.

Diplomatic spies in the '80s devised
an easy solution to the problem.

- A corded handset wired to a fax
machine... - [ Phone Beeping ]

gives you the freedom
to make calls...

[ Line Ringing ] without
showing a line in use.

If you can find a way to hide
from the security cameras,

you can call out without anyone
knowing what you're doing.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ] [ Fiona ] I
am saying we storm the building,

we take out the guards
with rubber bullets,

and we go after Larry
with the real ones.

- Fiona... - You are talking
about an armed assault...

of a friendly government
consulate, Fi!

- The British are far from friendly.
- I think that...

If you don't succeed in
getting Mike killed,

the three of us are gonna wind up in
prison for the rest of our lives.

- Fiona, I think your phone is ringing.
- [ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ] Hello?

Fi, Larry knows you're outside.

You gotta forget about the
consulate and pull back.

If you can get to Anson's wife,

- get her out of that bomb collar.
- Michael, she's dead.

What? No. No, no, no, no.
Why would Larry...

Whatever Larry has planned for
you this time, it is not good.

- Can you run?
- No. He's got eyes all over this place.

We found that out the hard way.
What do you want us to do?

[ Sighs ] I don't
know what you can do.

He'll see any move coming.
The windows are bulletproof.

Think I'm just gonna have to plant this
file in the vault like he wants...

and try to undo the
damage if I survive.

Okay. Okay, great.

Stay in the vault. Keep your head down.
Fi, what are you talking about?

Good. And I'll handle
everything else.

Fi, whatever you're planning,
you have to walk away.

[ Line Clicks, Dial
Tone ] You can't... Fi!

Whoo. Michael found us a way in.

- It's on the east side of the building.
- Okay. Now we're in business.

We're gonna need the Jaws of
Life to cut through the wall.

There's one on the fire
station in Brickell.

You two go get that, and
I'll keep watch here.

Fi, how's that supposed
to go down, exactly?

Look, there's no time to explain, okay?
Just go do it!

- Okay, okay.
- Everything'll be fine.

[ Michael Narrating ] Uncut RDX...
Sometimes known as T4 or cyclonite...

Is the most powerful military-grade
high explosive there is.

It's an incredibly stable solid
that can withstand small-arms fire,

but when detonated expands faster than
a plasticized formulation like C-4.

Simply put, T4 is
the good stuff...

A lethal explosive that creates
a wall of fire and shrapnel...

that will decimate everything
and everyone in its path.

[ Beeping ]

[ Imitating Gunfire ] Bye-bye.
[ Typing ]

Okay, kid, it's like
we were never here.

Now let's make this snappy.

[ Lock Clicks ]

All right, swap out your file
for the one in Box 3-7-8-Baker.

[ Gunshot ]

What have we here?

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

You're gonna have to walk
out of there eventually.

I have always
admired you, Fiona.

I mean, with Michael's smarts
and your stomach for violence...

I mean, hell, the two of
you could almost be me.

Oh!

Wow. Now what part
didn't you hear, dear?

This is bulletproof.

[ Laughs ] Go get a .50-cal.
Then maybe you got a shot.

Now listen. I wanna do
you a favor, Fiona.

Go home. Now. Seriously.

You're not gonna wanna
see the way this ends.

Oh, you're wrong, Larry.

I've always wanted to
see how this ends.

[ Beeps ]

[ Exhales ]

What the hell?
Michael... Oh, God!

[ Alarm Bell Ringing
] [ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Coughing ]

Oh, Michael.

Oh, thank God.

Fi, why did you plant
the bomb in the lobby?

I didn't.

I made one targeted explosive,
just enough for Larry.

Somebody else must've...

The security guards...

They're dead.

[ Sirens Approaching ]

Come on.

Fi!

[ Whistling ]

I don't understand why Larry
had bombs in that lobby.

Or how my detonator could
have set them off.

Sam and Jesse are
looking into it.

- They're trying to make sense of this.
- Make sense of it?

Two innocent people are dead.

You couldn't have known what
was going to happen, Fi.

Yeah, but I knew how
dangerous it could be.

That's why I lied to Sam.

When he found out what happened,
the look on his face...

No one's blaming you for this.

Well, they should. It was
my finger on that button.

I killed those men.

[ Key Turns ] [ Lock Clicks ]

And... cut. [ Beeps ]

That was really,
really great, you two.

The tears, the "I
killed those men."

- Really, really lovely.
- How the hell'd you get in here?

I borrowed this from Fiona's purse
while she was consoling me.

Dropped a bug in there
too, while I was at it.

You might want to get rid of that.
I got what I need.

- What the hell is this?
- I like to call it leverage.

I hold your girlfriend's
fate in my hands.

Here's the deal.

The tape... It's just icing.

I have you blowing up that
building six ways from Sunday,

and if you lay a hand
on me, there's a guy...

who sends a mountain of
evidence to the C.I.A. and MI6.

I've gone to a lot of trouble
to hold all the cards today,

and... that's where we are.

You were behind it all.
Behind Larry.

Behind the consulate.

- Your wife?
- Larry didn't kill his wife.

You don't think I'd
actually blow up my wife?

Do you? [ Chuckles ]

Who was she? What kind of a
question is that? I don't know.

I think her name
was "some lady."

Hard part was pulling strings
to get Larry out of prison.

Couldn't let him know who I was
because I had to lead him here,

and to, well, me.

But Larry was worth it though.
[ Chuckles ]

Worth it. I saw his file.

That creepy father-son
thing you two had...

was just what the
doctor ordered.

You took quite a big risk, Anson.
He could have killed you.

You still don't get it, do you?
I hired him.

I hired Larry.

He didn't know it, but I've been
pulling the strings all along.

No. There's no way you could have
known what would happen back there.

I couldn't? Honey, I really am a very good
psychiatrist, but I wouldn't need to be...

to know that nobody brings out the
mad bomber in you like Larry.

And a British flag sure wasn't
gonna stop you from killing him.

I just added a couple of
bombs to the equation.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the last one of 'em.

I'm the man who didn't
want to be found,

the one you missed in Caracas.

After all these years?

That's it? [ Max ] Hey. Hey.

[ Shouts ] That's it?

I'm the one who sent Tavian to
frame you for killing Max...

when you wouldn't leave
well enough alone.

Stay with me, Max. Max.

[ Gunshots ]

And I'm the one who
watched you...

tear down every last shred of the
organization that burned you.

The organization I spent
half my life building.

What do you want from us?

For starters, I want
you to let go of me.

Right now.

That's better.

Next order of business, in your
meeting tomorrow with Agent Pearce,

I expect you to keep
your mouth shut.

After that we'll talk about all
the other things I want from you.

It's a long list.

Yogurt parfait. Nice choice.

Max's murder is
officially closed.

I'm supposed to tell you that your standing
with the Agency won't be affected.

And what exactly is my
standing with the Agency?

You have fans and you
have detractors.

Let me guess which
side you're on.

[ Sighs ]

I do finally get to make
the call to Max's wife,

give that poor woman
some closure.

I guess I have you
to thank for that.

When you call her, you tell her
I was with him at the end.

He said he loved her.
You tell her that.

You're a damn good
agent, Pearce.

Maybe I shouldn't say this, but
I hope our paths cross again.

[ Scoffs ] What?

Michael, Langley wants to
keep using a burned spy.

How many people you think they're
gonna loop in on something like that?

You're still gonna be
my Agency contact.

Whether either of
us likes it or not.

One quick thing before you go.

I don't know if you've noticed, but Miami
has turned into a bit of a hot spot.

Yeah, I heard about this.
Are we on this?

No. Feds are running point.

But keep an ear out, okay?
Sure thing.

[ Michael Narrating ] For a spy,
finding out you've been compromised...

That someone has
something on you...

Is the ultimate nightmare.

The worst part for someone who has spent
a career training for every situation...

is knowing that there is
nothing that you can do...

** [ Whistling ] but grit your
teeth and try to figure out...

exactly how bad the
nightmare is going to be.

I watched you keep it short and
sweet with Agent Pearce today.

I appreciate that. I need to
know that I can trust you.

To do what? You know everything about us.
We don't know a thing about you.

It's true.

Once upon a time, I was just a young
psychiatrist working for the D.I.A.

It was my job to evaluate the
ones who were being reassigned,

who were retiring,

the ones who had been burned.

I hated to see that
talent go to waste.

You were there in the beginning?

It was just me and management,
two guys with a dream.

It was a dazzling idea,
like a bolt from the blue.

Use burned spies to
carry out ops...

that legitimate intelligence
agencies wouldn't touch.

And then came Michael Westen. I
should have followed my gut.

Initially, I opposed your recruitment.
What changed your mind?

Something your mother said
in one of our sessions.

Although, as it turns out,

you were less easy to manipulate
than she'd led me to believe.

- My mother? What?
- I did my homework.

I had to know what makes
Michael Westen tick.

So about five years ago, I arranged to
substitute for Madeline's therapist.

She didn't know who she was talking to.
You son of a bitch.

That's an interesting
turn of phrase.

Funny how that was on
the tip of your tongue.

It's your father you
should be upset with.

Things that man gave us
before he passed away...

What do you want from us?

Look at your boyfriend, honey.

He can barely hear
a word I'm saying.

Well, that's all the
time we have for today.

Pick this up again
in the morning.

Enjoy the sunset. Be
getting dark soon.