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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.

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.

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

I brought along some help.

Say hello to Anson.

I never wanted to kill Michael.

Touch him, you are dead.

- - I
told you not to test me.

My wife has been taken.

This lunatic strapped
a bomb to her neck.

- You said he wouldn't kill her!
- Anson, don't.

Claire!

We take out the guards
with rubber bullets,

and we go after Larry
with the real ones.

You are talking about
an armed assault...

of a friendly government
consulate, Fi!

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

Oh!

This is bulletproof.

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

Oh, God.

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

I didn't. I made one targeted
explosive, just enough for Larry.

The security guards...

They're dead.

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

Larry didn't kill his wife.

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

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

I like to call it leverage.

I hold your girlfriend's
fate in my hands.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the last one of them.

I've been pulling the
strings all along.

For a spy,
the worst thing that can happen...

is to become someone
else's asset.

You do anything you
can to avoid it,

making sure there's nothing people
can grab onto and use as leverage.

You move through
life unattached,

keeping the world at a distance.

It's a hard way to live, but
there's a cold logic to it.

Love nothing, and nothing youlove
can be used against you.

Once you violate that rule and
make that connection with someone,

you've handed your enemies
the key to destroying you.

I want to get the ball rolling
on your security review.

Question one...

I'd like to ask the first
question actually.

The fact I'm being evaluated for a
higher clearance, does that mean that...

All this means is that D.C. likes having
someone who can work off the books.

Last time I checked,
that was illegal.

It pushes the boundaries.

But I'd say, in light of
your recent activities,

you're in no position to be
too squeamish about laws.

After all, that's what
they like about you.

Oh, and one more thing.
Just remember...

that a team of agents is going to
quadruple-check everything you say here today.

So do yourself a favor... stick
to the truth for a change.

Question one.

Mr. Westen, we're aware of
your past affiliation...

with a rogue network
of burned spies.

To the best of your knowledge, does any
trace of that network still exist?

No.

All of that's over now.

You're late. I was
starting to worry.

How'd your meeting go?
None of your business.

Oh, but it is. It is.

It is absolutely my business.

Because while there may be some doubt
about whether you work for the C.I.A.,

there's absolutely no doubt
that you work for me.

So, I will ask again. How
did your meeting go?

It went fine.

What do you want?

Well, you see, I have a problem.

I spent most of my career staying,
well, invisible, off the radar.

And then you started shining lights in
dark corners that should have stayed dark.

And now, as a result
of your efforts,

my bank accounts and other bits of personal
information are in C.I.A. computers,

and I don't want them there.

That's already done.
There's nothing I can do.

Oh, don't be such a pessimist.
Of course there is.

Have you ever heard of Voidbot?

It's this nifty little
bit of malware...

that can scrub all
trace of a person...

off of a computer
system undetectably.

I want you to get to the man who
created it and get us a copy.

His name's Oswald Patterson.

Hold on. He's in Puerto Rico?

Sorry. I can't travel. The C.I.A.
is watching me too closely.

Michael.

I saw your psych eval.

I know you can do anything
you set your mind to.

Or, in this case, anything
I set your mind to.

Don't do it for me, Mikey.
Do it for love.

Do it for Fiona.

Forget it.

I don't think you should do
anything for that parasite.

I don't think I have a choice.

Of course you have a choice.
You can say no.

You can tell the C.I.A.
all about Anson and...

And watch you go to jail for the rest of
your life for something you didn't do?

I can't do that, Fi.

Okay. What do we got here?
What's the plan?

I don't think there is one. I
just have to go to Puerto Rico...

and grab the guy we need
to get Anson his virus.

Then I'm going with you. Fi.

I'm not some damsel
in distress, Michael.

Have you read that file?

This hacker that you're after has his
own little private army of bodyguards.

- We'll both go then. - Okay.
While you're doing that,

someone should check and see
what the police know about Fi.

I don't care how many cop
buddies you have, Sam.

You can't just go in
there and ask about...

I wasn't planning on that.

I got a thing, a little something
Jesse and me cooked up.

But, uh, thing is, it's gonna take
someone who can fly under the radar.

Someone we trust, someone who
knows the deal, you know?

I don't know. You know, maybe
someone who's... a little older.

My mom, Sam?

Mike, what a great idea.
I'll talk to her.

Here's to good plans
in bad situations.

You want me to steal what?

Listen, it's not
really stealing.

It's more like, uh,
borrowing without asking.

Yes.

Borrowing without
asking from the police.

Isn't this just gonna get
Michael in even more trouble?

Well, no. See, I set you up with
this sweet little fake I.D....

so it won't lead
back to him or you.

This thing lists me at age 52.

You know, a good cover I.D.
lists the age that you look,

not the age you are.

And a good spy knows how to flatter.
Fine, I'll do it.

And, may I ask,
where is Michael?

It's, uh... Where is he?
He's on a trip.

Trip. That's it.

Whatever.

When operating without
official cover in remote locations,

you don't have resources or
backup if things go wrong.

So it's usually best
to move fast...

and stay exposed for as
little time as possible.

It's just a matter of figuring out what
you're up against, crossing your fingers...

and getting in and out
as quickly as you can.

Well, Oswald sure knows
how to stay protected.

I count four armed guards covering
just the rear of the compound.

Michael, you're sure you
want to do this now?

We could wait and see
what Sam and Jesse find.

I mean, if I'm past
saving, what's the point?

We have to assume we can
get you out of this.

What if we can't?

I've been past
saving before, Fi.

You didn't walk away,
and I'm not going to.

Well, that's terribly
romantic, Michael.

But we don't have the numbers nor the
firepower to get through those guards.

Maybe we can get around them. If
you set a diversion out front,

I can make an approach
from the water,

grab Oswald before anyone
even knows I'm there.

Please, Fi.

Don't look at me like that.

It's unsettling when
you're that sincere.

Fine, yes. I'll get the guns.

Creating a good diversion...

isn't just about making
noise and firing guns.

It's about giving the enemy the
impression that he's being attacked...

in a way that demands the immediate
attention of all of his forces.

- - Ideally, something
big and very, very loud.

Michael, the window's open.

All right, Fi. I'll meet you
a mile up on the beach.

Just go! Go! Go! Go!
Get out there!

What am I paying you for? Go!

¡Sí, señor! Go! Go!

- Oh! Oh! - Shh, shh, shh!

- Don't move. Don't make a sound.
- Oh, my God.

Tie your hands.

Tie your hands! Get up.

Get up!

You need to learn to
follow directions.

Be quiet.

Is this about money?
Because I have money.

This is about software.
Software?

You got some bad
information, man.

I don't know anything
about software.

Well, then we need to go to Miami.
No, no, no.

No, no! We can't go to Miami.
Listen, let's talk about it.

Oh, please, please!
You're making a mistake, okay?

My name is Carlos Bunuel.
You can check my wallet.

Carlos is the cover I.D.
the government gave you.

Your real name is
Oswald Patterson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I
cannot swim with my hands tied!

You're not swimming.

You're gonna float.

Praying isn't gonna
help the situation.

Praying. That's cute. I'm
actually playing chess.

It's not that easy to keep a
board straight in your head,

so if you wanted to leave me
alone, I'd really appreciate it.

Happy to, as soon as I get
the Voidbot software.

Well... Okay, maybe you
should write this down...

so I don't have to
keep repeating myself.

But I don't have it!

Oswald, you can't just
keep lying to me forever.

Okay, well, I'm not talking.

Unstoppable force,
meet immovable object.

Fine.

Let's just forget it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, before we start torturing each other,
all right, can we just talk about this?

My guards saw you abduct me!

You are absolutely
right, Oswald.

I owe you an apology.

I owe you an apology... No. No.

'cause I feel like I have
made a terrible mistake.

What mistake? No. Please.

Let's go for a walk.

So, what now?

I let you go, Oswald.

Okay, good. I think
that's a good choice.

You didn't... I'm sorry.
Who are you calling?

The police... to confess
that I kidnapped you.

That's Patterson
with two T's, right?

No, no. That's not...
That's not necessary.

No, everyone needs to know that
you're safe and here in Miami.

I think I'm gonna call the Herald.
You know, the newspapers...

Stop! Stop, okay? Just stop.

Do you know what kind of
people live on islands...

in heavily guarded homes
under fake names?

Hunted people, Oswald.

So if you want me
to let you go...

and you take your chances
with your enemies, fine.

Otherwise, tell me
where the virus is.

All right. Can we sit?
Please? Can we...

So, a little bit of history.

My specialty was hacking
financial systems.

So one day I got a call
from this guy named Xavier.

He's a cocaine... I don't
know... wholesaler, I guess.

He wants to go all
cash, needs my help...

to, uh, erase his name from
international, uh, banking systems.

Uh, pays $10 million... five
up front, five on delivery...

To write this program to erase all this
information from the government's computers.

That was Voidbot. Yeah.

Problem is, before I can deliver
it, I get busted by the F.B.I.

So I made a deal. The feds
confiscated the program...

And now it's stuck in a lab?

See, well, that's the thing
though... I got a way in.

I built a back door for myself...

Uh, key cards, access codes...

Just to get in in
case, um, I need to.

Uh, I left that stuff with,
uh, a-an a-associate.

I guess it's time to get in touch with
this associate.

No. What's up, Sam?

Just checking to see how things
are going with your hacker buddy.

We're making progress.
Well, that's good.

So, listen, me and Jesse are about to start
teaching your ma some spy craft 101.

Just wanted to make sure
everything's still a go.

It's a go, Sam. You
got it, Mikey.

Okay, all systems are go.

I pulled some strings, got a meeting with the
detective working the consulate bombing.

You're gonna get us access to his laptop
so we can see if they're after Fi.

How am I gonna do that? I barely
know how to turn this thing on.

- You're gonna get the data
off the DRAM chip. - Oh.

Dynamic Random Access Memory.

- Basically, it's a circuit... - Spare me
the computer talk. Just show me what to do.

Okay. Watch and learn.

Information
stored in a DRAM chip...

was long considered
impossible to steal.

It's automatically erased
when the chip's removed.

And then after you
transfer the information,

you have to get the chip
back in the laptop.

Okay? So, your turn.
The whole thing.

- Do the whole bit.
- And don't rush me.

The one way to
preserve the information in a DRAM chip...

is by freezing it immediately after
you take it out of the computer.

A quick application of compressed
air from your local drugstore...

will keep the memory intact long
enough to get what you need.

That's... That's plenty.

It's possible, but
far from easy.

And if you don't want to get
caught, it takes some practice.

There!
I did it!

Okay, good. Now you
have to do it...

until you can do it under
pressure... without these.

They're not gonna let you
smoke in there, Maddy.

Fine.

If I can't smoke, you
can't drink my beer.

Let's do it again.

I heard you guys were looking for anybody
that knew anything about the consulate bomb.

I used to be with CIFA, so I
figured I'd try and pitch in.

I see. And how did
you two cross paths?

Oh, Jesse's girlfriend
does my hair. Oh.

Um, and so I was talking
about what I saw,

and he gave me a call and said that
I should get in touch with you.

Yeah, my lady made me
tag along for support.

You know how it is. I understand.

This is our stop.

Miss Brown, did you notice
anything else unusual...

or out of the ordinary on
your walk that afternoon?

Uh, no, not really. Uh...

Would you mind looking
through some mug shots?

Just to see if you
recognize anybody.

Whew, gosh.

That's a lot. Oh, take your time.
Take your time.

Mmm.

I'm sorry.

It's just I don't want to
pick the wrong person.

I'd never forgive myself.

You know what? Why don't
we go grab a soda?

Give her a little
breathing room, huh?

Um, sure.

- We'll be right back.
- Thank you.

When you
need to buy time for an operation,

the key is staying relaxed.

No matter how high
the stakes are,

you have to act like
everything's fine.

Diet or regular?

Uh, let's go full diesel.
I deserve a little treat.

I've been doing these new crunches.
It's this new ab workout.

It's called Crunch Drunk.
You heard of it? No.

Dude, it's hard-core.
Feel my stomach.

The key is staying natural,

giving your team as much room
to operate as you can...

without letting on
what you're doing.

We should be getting back.
Actually, you know what?

Let's go with... cherry soda.

Feeling a little crazy.
Feeling a little wacky.

Okay. No, scratch that.
Scratch that.

Let's go diet. Diet. Diet.

When you know that
time is running out,

you have to signal your team at the first
opportunity and hope for the best.

So, how about you, Detective?
You hit the gym at all?

Oh, I curl doughnuts.

Lots of doughnuts.

Excuse me. Ma'am? May I
ask what you're doing?

Putting something in
your purse there? Oh.

You want to tell me what that is?
Caught me.

It's my cigarettes.
Trying to sneak one.

Oh.

Sorry. I'll tell you what.

I'll pretend like
I didn't see it.

Thank you. There you go.

Uh, you see anybody
you recognize?

I think... I think I
remember this man.

Um, or maybe that's him.

This one.

Yeah. I really can't be sure.
I mean...

You know what? Um, I think
we got all we need.

Thanks for coming in.

That's it.
Yellow one.

This is where your
"associate" lives?

Care to elaborate on this associate?
No, actually, thank you.

I do not care to elaborate
on this associate.

I care to get in, get
my access cards...

and get out as soon as possible.

Ooh-hoo. Touchy, touchy.

He has enemies. Don't
take it personally.

Actually, you can
take that personally.

You are both firmly in the
"enemy" column right now.

Babycakes! Hey. You look great.

You look like hammered crap.

Just get inside, Oswald.

I'll deal with this. You
keep an eye on the street,

babycakes.

Ooh, love what you've done here.

Very tech-geek chic.

Babycakes, uh, where's that TV?

The one I bought you. The
vintage... The dinosaur?

No. I'm streaming everything
through these bad boys.

See, they get a hundred
times the resolution.

Why, um, wouldn't you tell me that
you stopped using that television?

The only contact we
have these days...

is when we're questing
in World of Warcraft.

Why would I tell you how I'm
decorating my living room?

That TV is extremely important!

- Do not tell me you sold it!
- Well, you didn't say it was important!

You just sent it to me with a
card that said "Happy Birthday."

This is your problem, Oswald.

We're gonna have to deal
with your issues later.

Right now, I need to know
where those cards are.

The cards are in the
television that I gave her.

I thought...

I thought it would
be a good idea...

to hide them somewhere in Miami
in case I need to get to them.

- Where is the TV now?
- In storage.

A place across town.

- I have a key, but... -

- Michael.
- Did you get the key cards?

No. We hit a little
snag in here.

We're about to hit a
big snag out here.

Two armored S.U.V.s
are heading this way.

I think Oswald's friend
Xavier just caught up to us.

Meet me at the side
of the house... now.

Can either of you tell me...

why the coke dealer that you
pissed off just showed up?

What did you do? I'm
so sorry, Ozzy.

Oh, no.

You promised that he wouldn't
find me, but he did.

And he said if you ever came back
and I didn't tell him, I was dead.

I'm so sorry. I
screwed this whole thing up.

This is gonna have to wait. We need to move
right now, or we're all gonna die right here.

We got another S.U.V.
coming up third.

The street is
completely blocked.

Three guys in the back alley too.
This is bad.

- You guys, we're dead. We are dead!
- Calm down.

Look, Xavier wants his software, so he's
probably planning on taking you alive.

- And that's a good thing?
- Yeah. It gives us a way out of here.

One you're not
gonna like though.

All right, fan out.

I don't want the little weasel popping
out a window and making a run for it.

In a
situation where you're trying...

to keep someone from
being captured,

your best leverage is often the life of
the very person you're trying to protect.

Everybody back off!

Or I drop him right now!

The trick is convincing
the bad guys...

that you're willing to kill their
prize before you let them have it.

Xavier, I presume.

- Nice suit. - Thanks.

But we've got a
big problem here.

- Feel like telling me who you are?
- That's not important.

What is important is you need
this man alive, and I do not.

Put down your
weapons, or he dies.

Come on!

The next one is in his skull.

Drop your weapon now.

All right.

Very good.

This is a mistake.

You don't want to
make me your enemy.

And you don't want to make
me make him a corpse.

Back off, friend.

You better keep him in one piece.
He's mine.

And whoever you are,
I'll see you soon.

Oh, God.
This isn't good.

Are you sure Xavier
can't find us?

We're safe here.

Michael's checking with some of our
contacts to see how wide Xavier's reach is.

I can tell you it's wide enough
to relocate to Puerto Rico.

You know, maybe it's
time we consider...

You're staying in Miami until
we get those key cards.

Sherry, you're sure the TV's still
in your storage unit? Yeah, yeah.

And I have the only key,
so the TV is still inside.

Well, at this point, Xavier
knows you're part of this.

Chances are he knows you're
renting a storage unit.

Um, you know, Sherry didn't
sign up for any of this.

Is there a way we can just
get her out of town or...

I have an import-export friend.
Maybe he could help.

- Import-export?
- That means "smuggling."

That's how they got me here.

You like boats?

That's my friend Louis. He'll take
you to the Dominican Republic.

Is Oswald gonna be okay?
I think so.

He's in trouble, but
Michael's good with trouble.

You probably think I'm crazy
for liking Oswald, but...

Do you know how we met?

I cracked his online account at a music
store and stole his credit card.

He tracked me down
and asked me out.

There aren't a lot of
guys like that, and...

It's not ideal, but I kind
of can't help but love him.

- You'll take care of him then?
- We'll do our best.

Bon voyage.

- So, you find anything?
- Uh, not yet. No.

Beer. And
a single malt scotch.

- Um... - I'm sorry. That's a mistake.
We didn't order that.

It's from the
gentleman over there.

Anson. Great to see you.

What do you want?

Did I... Did I get
your drinks right?

Yes? I'm so happy.

Look who's been doing research.

Checking into what the
police have on Fiona?

Good for you. It's always
best to see for yourself.

But may I save you some time
with the executive summary?

Police hit a dead end
tracking the explosives.

The surveillance cameras turned up
nothing, and there were no eyewitnesses.

The investigation's at a standstill.
Yeah, we got that.

Oh, that's a half-empty way
of looking at it, Mr. Porter.

I prefer to think the police are a few
missing clues away from solving the case.

- Clues which I currently hold.
- Goody for you.

Well, it will be when I get the
software that I asked for.

Yeah, Mike's working on that.
Wonderful.

Please tell him that Fiona's completely
safe... so long as he succeeds.

Oh, and in case either of you have any
ideas about, um, coming after me,

please be aware I know a lot more
about you than your favorite drinks.

Cheers.

It's official. The guy's a dick.

Hands on the pipe, Oswald.
Seriously?

Don't you think that we're
past the whole zip-cord phase?

I don't like going into dark
corners with people I don't trust.

Aren't we just picking up
the access codes? We are.

If it helps, think of
yourself as a lookout...

in case Xavier sends
someone here.

What are the chances
Xavier... Very high.

And we already know
you like yelling.

So, if you see his guys,
do what comes naturally.

Michael! Michael!

Michael! They're here!

Where you going?

Hey, where are you going?
You're leaving me?

You're leaving me here.

When you're surprised
by an enemy who has you outgunned,

your first instinct is naturally
going to be to try to run.

This can be a serious
tactical mistake.

Sometimes it's less important
to get away immediately...

than it is to make sure
your enemies can't follow.

Ha! Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you so much! Oh, my God!

That was amazing!

Yelling time is over. Let's go.

That's it?

Yeah, it's a joint lab for
the H.S.A., F.B.I., D.E.A.

Okay. These are the key
cards for the front gate,

and that gets you past
the guard in the front.

These access codes... that's for
the lab and then the vault.

You'll stay in the
car while I go in.

Once I come out with the drive,

we will head down to the docks
and we'll get you home.

Wait!

Wait.

Let me ask you something.

Why'd you come back for me?

Back at the storage place. You had the
codes. You could've just... left me.

It would have been easier than that
thing you did with the forklift.

Seriously, what kind
of thief are you?

I'm not a thief.

At least not by choice.

So you're being
forced to do this?

And I'm trying to do it with
as little damage as possible.

Okay, you can't
go in there, man!

- You can't use those key cards.
- You just said they would work.

Yes, you can go in there,
but you can't get away...

without getting caught.

Have you ever heard of micro-R.F.I.D.
trackers?

Special Forces uses them to
keep tabs on terrorists.

About the size of
a grain of rice.

Well, no, they make
them smaller now, much smaller.

Okay, you take one step
in there... I get tagged?

Yeah. Okay, it's... It's a fail-safe.
It can't be hacked.

It gets in your
clothes, in your hair.

As soon as you step outside,
it transmits your location.

They'll have a satellite tracking
your ass by the time you buckle up.

And you're telling me this now?

Hey! Back when you were pointing
guns in my face and kidnapping me,

I wanted you to get caught!

Okay? I changed my mind.

So just tell whoever's behind
this that it's a no-go.

You don't understand.
I can't fail.

But if you step in
there, you're tagged.

It's over.

It's not over.

If I can't go in there, I'll have to
find someone who can go in for me.

Sam, Jesse.

This is Oswald,
creator of Voidbot.

- Hey. - Hi.

Do any of your friends ever smile?
Yes.

So where do we stand?

Unfortunately, anybody who takes
anything out of the vault gets tagged,

tracked by satellite and pounced
on by a fleet of F.B.I. agents.

Great.

So what do we do,
just draw straws?

No. We let Xavier go get it.

Wait a minute. What? As in "coke
dealer who wants you dead" Xavier?

We know he wants it. And when the F.B.I.
grabs him,

we solve the "wanting
me dead" problem too.

Okay, but how do we get the software
from him with the satellites watching?

We hit him someplace the satellites
can't see, make ourselves a copy.

You're gonna call Xavier. You're
gonna tell him you escaped from me.

You want to make a deal
by offering up Voidbot.

You ask for a couple hundred thousand
dollars so he doesn't get suspicious.

That's crazy! I've... I've dedicated
my life to avoiding this man.

And if you do this, he'll be
out of your life for good.

And Sherry's too.

Fine. This is a hell of
a way of repaying me...

for getting you out of that lab.

Hello. Uh, hey, Xavier.

Uh, can we make a deal?

Oz, stay cool.

This whole thing is gonna
be over in a few minutes.

Okay.
Showtime.

Remind me again what's
preventing Xavier...

from just killing me and
taking the access codes?

Don't panic. Jesse and I
are here to protect you.

Okay. And what if
he kills you two?

Oh, well, if that happens,
yeah, go ahead and panic.

What?

Okay, that's good right there.

We're gonna do this deal at a nice,
polite, respectful distance.

Respectful. No.

This son of a bitch stole
five million dollars from me.

That's inaccurate! Look at it this way.

A few years back, you were gonna
pay $10 million for that virus.

Instead, you're gonna pay,
what, five and change?

Man, that sounds like
a bargain to me.

Or, if you prefer,
you can shoot Ozzy.

But that means we got to shoot back,
and then a bunch of guys die...

and you wasted all
that cash for nothing.

So, do we have a deal or not?

There we go. Yeah, come on.

There we go. Give 'em the money.

Oz, come on.

Okay, this is the card
for the front gate.

This is the card for the guard
and the restricted zone.

And this code will get you
in the lab and the vault.

You think this is over?

I'm gonna find you
and watch you die.

Hey, hey. Enough of that.
We have a deal.

You want to whisper sweet nothings
at Ozzy, that's gonna cost extra.

Pleasure doing business with you sons
of bitches. We'll see you later.

All right.
Stop right there.

No one leaves until I walk out
of that place with the virus.

Anything happens to me
in there, everyone dies.

Active security
systems are built to keep people out.

Passive systems, on the other hand,
don't prevent security breaches.

They help you catch the
bad guy after he leaves.

They're often cheaper
and more effective.

Plus, they let you know
who your enemies are.

Micro-R.F.I.D. tags work like
antitheft tags in department stores,

only they're a lot smaller and stick
to clothes, shoes and even hair.

Once activated, they transmit
a response to a coded signal.

From there, it's easy for a
surveillance satellite...

to lock on and follow
a high-value target.

We're good here.

Okay. It's been real.

And the best part is the target
never even knew it happened.

Xavier's got his toy
and is on the move.

How you guys doing?
You set to go?

Almost, Sam. Where
are they headed?

It's hard to tell, Mikey.

The S.U.V.s are heading in
two different directions.

Probably trying
to avoid a tail. Stay on 'em, Sam.

Xavier's driving north.

He's probably heading for
his place in Brickell.

All right, that means you can cut
him off at 10th Street, Mike.

No, there's
too much traffic there.

Fourteenth will give
us more privacy.

I hope you're right, Mikey, 'cause the eyes
in the sky are gonna be watching by now.

Yeah. Sounds like the word's already out.
The cops are scrambling.

They see you with
Xavier, they're gonna sweep you up too.

The age
of satellite surveillance...

has made some operations easier for
spies and a lot harder for others.

If you need to secretly meet someone
who's being tracked by a satellite,

your options are pretty limited.

The only move is to make
sure you're someplace...

the surveillance
satellites can't see you.

That usually means a
cave, a tunnel...

or, in a pinch, a
freeway overpass.

I think we have enough
privacy under here.

See you soon.

Okay, it's showtime.

We're set up just behind you about
half a mile south of the bridge.

Xavier's headed our way. How's
our emergency response?

We're cutting it close, Mike.

You got two, maybe three
minutes to copy that virus.

If it takes longer than that,
we got bigger problems.

Hey, buddy! Get the
hell out of our way!

Actually, I have a better idea.

I was hoping you could
hand over the disk drive.

Get back in the car, boys.

- All right, drop 'em.
- Boss.

It's cool, guys. I got this.

You sons of bitches
are robbing me?

No need for name-calling.

We're just making a
copy of the disk.

Don't think of it as robbery.

Think of it as
sharing at gunpoint.

Hurry it up, Mike. You're running
out of time.

Air support's heading your way.

- - Looks
like the cops are headed this way too.

Now that didn't hurt
too bad, did it?

You think you can
get away with this?

I think we just did.

Now get the hell out of here.

Get out of there, Mike.
You're out of time.

One of the
nice things about sending...

a full-scale Homeland Security
response after your enemies...

is the fact that you can get the resources
of every branch of law enforcement,

which means they generally
catch whoever they're after.

Pull over your vehicle now!

We have you surrounded!

And
they don't listen to excuses.

Hold it right there!
Come on, fellas.

Look, you don't understand.
I was set up.

Get down! Hands on your head!

You heard him!
On the ground! Now!

Now that you don't need a
fortress to stay hidden,

are you gonna track down Sherry?

Well, if she's not too pissed.

Well, I have a feeling
she'll hear you out.

So this is your, um,
smuggler friend?

Yeah, he can get you back down
to Puerto Rico in a few hours.

But don't call him... smuggler.

Can I just say one thing?

This virus is not a good thing.

And whoever you're getting
it for is not a good person.

Yeah, we know. It's a
little complicated.

I remember when I was making it, I thought I
was this, like, badass outlaw or something.

And by the time I figured out
I wasn't, it was too late.

So, I don't know who Michael's
working for, but...

just tell him to be careful.

'Cause some roads you go down
you can't get back from.

Yeah. Believe me, he knows.
We both do.

Ma.

I want to thank you for
helping with the police.

I talked to Sam.

You're really handing off a
computer virus to this guy?

Anson has Fi dead to rights.
I don't have a choice.

I have to give him
what he wants.

Yeah? Then what?

Then he disappears,
and I try to move on.

I'll track him down one day.

What's the latest
with the C.I.A.?

I meet with Pearce tomorrow.

I get the results back
from my security review.

It sounds like they're
beginning to trust you.

Just when they shouldn't.

You know, I don't
like any of this.

But for what it's worth,
they should trust you...

Now more than ever.

For a spy,
loyalty is a strange thing.

Your job is to deceive, to
live among your enemies,

to perform dark deeds
for a noble purpose.

And it's that purpose that
guides you through the darkness.

When you lose sight of that,
the darkness is all there is.

You look like you
could use a nap.

Worried about the
security review?

It crossed my mind.

Any reason you
should be worried?

You tell me.

You got your clearance.
Congrats.

You're still off
the books, but...

It's better than nothing.

I know we got off to
a bumpy start, but...

I'm glad we can be
honest with each other.

Me too.

From now on, make sure
the lies you tell...

are the ones we
want you to tell.

Anything for the Agency. Good.

They're cooking up some assignments in D.C.
We'll be in touch soon.

Go.

Celebrate.

You live in a beautiful
place, Michael.

I prefer a climate
without mosquitoes.

You know what the
secret of happiness is?

Wanting what you have.

What I have is a flash drive.

What I want is everything
you have on Fiona.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

The virus does me no
good in your hands.

I need it in the C.I.A.'s
computer system.

That shouldn't be too hard with
your new security clearance.

You really expect me to...
Michael, listen to me.

I know you...

The martyr complex, the daddy issues,
the problems with authority.

I know that every part of you...

is telling you to fight this.

But you've got to realize
how smart I am, right?

So ask yourself, why would I be willing
to put myself in this position?

Why am I so comfortable
telling you that I own you?

Because it's true.

There's no moves left
on the chess board.

Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend
go to prison for the rest of her life,

you will do exactly what I say.

I'll be seeing you
real soon, Michael.