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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.

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.

Who the hell are you? 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.

I framed you, and now I'm framing
your girlfriend for murder.

I own you.

I don't want you doing
anything for that man.

[ Michael ] I don't have a choice, Fi,
unless we find some leverage of our own.

Michael, listen to me. There's no
moves left on the chess board.

I know you.

About five years ago, I filled in as a
substitute for Madeline's therapist.

She didn't know who
she was talking to.

It's your father you
should be upset with.

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

Anson's using that dish
to talk to someone.

So Anson was calling here?

[ Michael ] Wait a second.
Is that...

[ Fiona ] Benny. As in your
mother's boyfriend, Benny.

Ma, you don't have to do this.

I don't care how long it takes. I
wanna know if it was all a lie.

[ Anson ] Did you get
the package I sent you?

[ Benny ] Yeah, I got the package.
Package?

[ Beeping ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When a
spy is killed in the field,

it's often hardest on the
people they were spying on.

It's about Benny. Anson is
using him to spy on us.

Mourning the death of someone
you thought you knew...

is complicated enough when the spy
was a trusted colleague or friend.

I thought he had
feelings for me.

But it's even more difficult when
they were someone you loved.

Oh.

- Hi, Mom.
- [ Door Closes ]

I'm sorry I didn't make
it to the funeral.

How you holding up?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I feel like I should
be glad that...

the man who was
spying on me is gone.

But I don't.

It felt like he knew me in a
way that no one else did.

We liked the same songs,

and he'd take me places I'd
always wanted to go, and...

I know it sounds crazy,
but I honestly thought...

that we were made for each other.
[ Chuckles ]

Benny knew you, but not because
he was your soul mate.

[ Sniffles ]

What are you talking about?

Six years ago, your therapist
went on sabbatical.

What-What does that
have to do with Benny?

Your substitute therapist
was Anson Fullerton.

He arranged sessions with you...

so he could find out
background information on me.

He was preparing to burn me.
He hired Benny.

He gave him all the
information he would need...

to make sure that
you two hit it off,

all so that he could
keep tabs on me.

How long have you
known about this?

Ever since I met Anson.

And you said nothing?

I didn't want you to get hurt.

Get out.

You had no right to
keep that from me!

Get the hell out of my house.

Get out!

[ Jesse ] Finger on the
housing, not the trigger, Fi.

Anson had no problem killing
Madeline's boyfriend.

Who's to say he'll stop there?

Look, trust me, I wouldn't
put anything past the guy,

but I don't think he wants to
break his new toy just yet.

He still has plans for Mike,

so can we please focus on
keeping your boyfriend safe?

Here he comes now.

[ Over Radio ] Hello, Michael.

I know it's been a big week,

but rest assured, nothing's
changed between us.

You sent a man to
spy on my mother,

and when I found out,
you had him killed.

I think things have changed.
I killed him?

Michael. Come on.

You knew Benny was dead the minute
you tried to use him against me.

You want to pretend that's
not true, go ahead, but...

don't blame me.

What do you want? My money.

Your little investigation
into me...

got a certain Cayman Islands account
flagged by U.S. intelligence.

It's too risky to
wire the money,

so I need somebody to
go there in person.

I can't fly to the Caymans.
C.I.A. tracks my travel.

Well, that's what
friends are for.

They're here somewhere, right?

Nestled in some little sniper
perch with a clear view of us?

If they're willing
to shoot me for you,

I imagine they'll fly to the
Caribbean and blackmail a banker.

The job shouldn't be too hard. I tend to
work with people who are easy to manipulate.

So check out the skeletons
in this guy's closet,

and call me when my
money's stateside.

I won't be told
what to do forever.

I need to know this ends.

You're done by the end
of the month, Michael.

I promise.

In the meantime, remember,
actions have consequences.

Just ask your mother.

Hey, guys.

Mike, you okay?

Hey, your mom's a tough lady.
She's gonna be fine.

So listen, I've been
checking into...

this Cayman Islands business
that Anson wants us to do.

I think I got an
angle we can use.

I made some calls. [ Fiona ] You
know we can't go to the cops, Sam,

unless you want Anson to drop a ton
of bricks directly on my head.

I'm not talking about the cops.

I'm talking about
going to the F.B.I....

High enough so we can sort
out your blackmail problem.

I'm gonna have to call
in a lot of favors...

But it's probably the
only play we have.

But we still have to
go get Anson's money.

Fi, do you think you
could convince Jesse...

to back you up on a trip
to the Cayman Islands?

Sure.

[ Michael Narrating ] The Cayman Islands
are home to only 60,000 people,

but thanks to lenient tax laws,

it's the fifth-largest
financial center in the world.

But it's not banking like
most people are used to.

Bank locations tend to
not offer services...

like online bill pay, drive-through
teller windows or even A.T.M.'s.

What they lack in
modern conveniences,

they make up for in guaranteeing their
clients complete security and anonymity.

Whether you're a Wall Street executive
looking for a tax shelter...

or an international criminal
hiding a small fortune,

it's nearly impossible for government
agencies to access your information...

when your bank of choice
is nothing more...

than a number in a phone
book, a sign on a window...

and a sleazy banker with very white teeth.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Jesse ] You read Anson's
file on this dude?

He hides money for everyone... terrorist
groups, arms traffickers, warlords.

[ Fiona ] I feel like I need a
shower just looking at him.

Let's get this over with.
Fi. Fi, whoa.

We're trying to get this guy to transfer
a couple hundred million off the books.

Do you think the move is to just
blackmail him in the street?

Of course not.

I'm just gonna
invite him to lunch.

Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Anders, a moment?

Banking hours are over.

Sir, I promise this will
be worth your while.

We heard you're the best.
My wife's father's dying.

That's very sad. I
have a meeting.

Mr. Anders! Yes?

We did not charter a private jet from
the Hamptons to waste your time.

Listen, we have a very,
very large sum of money...

that we need to move before her
old man kicks the bucket...

and his company's board
checks the books.

We're talking a $200 million estate.
Now if you're not interested...

[ Laughing ] No. No.

I apologize for being brusque.
I...

I don't get many
walk-in clients.

Oh, that's understandable.

Let's start over. How about we
take you to lunch tomorrow?

How does 1:00 p.m. sound?

Excellent. Meet me here.

Bring your account information.
I'll look it over.

I'll take care of any funds
you wish to deposit.

Okay? See you tomorrow.

Okay. Now Sam's got
to do his part.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you want to catch
a well-placed and well-protected spy,

you can't just
call local police.

That kind of investigation
takes high-level resources...

and an even higher level
of operational secrecy...

Which means you have to start with
someone connected to the very top.

A meeting with the
deputy director, huh?

Big favor, Axe.

I guess that explains why you
bought me an $18 scotch.

Come on. It's a couple of calls.

You got friends in the D.C. office.
And I'd like to keep them.

Look, my friends are in a tight spot.
Spare me the details, all right?

I'll set it up, but I don't want to
get any more involved than I have to.

Fair enough. Thanks, Harris.

And if this thing
blows back on me,

there won't be enough scotch in the
world to keep me off your ass.

Loud and clear.

Excuse me, Sam. There's a
young woman asking for you.

I told her she'd have to wait
until your meeting was over.

¡Barbilla!

Beatriz? [ Laughs ]

Wow! Is it great to see you!

What's it been, like five years?
What are you doing here?

Looking for you. I've been all over the
city, and nobody knew where you lived.

Well, you found me. Sit down.

So, what brings you to Miami?

You come all the way from Bogotá for a social
visit? I came because I need your help.

Okay, we'll get some dinner, you can
fill me in, we'll catch up on old times.

Sam, this is serious.

Someone's trying to kill me.

[ Sam ] Okay, so, you
wrote all these?

For the newspaper, yes.

And you think something in one of these
articles made someone want to kill you?

Not think. I know it!

Okay, but this is in Russian.

Since when do you speak Russian?

[ Speaking Russian ]

Okay.

So, what do you want
me to do, exactly?

You know people with the government.
You can call them.

And say what?

You know, "Here's 50
pages of research,

a bunch of articles on
Colombian/Russian oil contracts"?

It's complicated stuff.

Complicated?

This is simple.

I print this, and the next
day they try to shoot me.

I got a call...

from a man I didn't know.

I was busy, so I told my
assistant to take the call.

She was there, at my desk,

when the bullet came
through the window.

Now she's in the hospital,
on life support.

Christ, kid.

Yeah, sounds like somebody
set you up for sure.

Do you know who this guy is,
the guy who's after you?

You got nothing?

Nothing.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't
know who else to ask.

It's okay. You came to the right place.
We'll sort this out.

First thing we got to do is find
out who this son of a bitch is.

Chances are he's still
trying to track you down.

Okay, get your stuff.

Let's get you someplace safe, hopefully
someplace that doesn't smell like wet socks.

Something's wrong.

Gun! Move!

Looks like the bastard who's been
after you followed you to Miami.

We got to get to that car.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Beatriz Gasps ]

- We're not gonna make it!
- Mira.

[ Michael Narrating ] Surviving an enemy sniper
attack is about finding adequate cover...

while being able to
stay mobile enough...

to escape a shooter's
pre-scouted kill zone.

Pulling the shifter linkage of
a parked car into neutral...

and using it as a rolling
barricade allows you to do both.

Stay behind the car. Okay?
Ready? Push, push, push!

As long as you can
get it moving.

He's reloading. Let's move!

Okay, let's go.

You okay? You hit? I'm fine.

- [ Beatriz ] Go! Go!
- [ Tires Squealing ]

So, Mike, what you think? You know these
Eastern Bloc types better than me.

It's been a long time, and I didn't know any
operatives who worked in Latin America.

You know, you blew the whistle
on a lot of powerful people.

Any one of them
can be after you.

You sure you have no idea?

I already told you.

I don't know.

We know the guy was trained, and the
hardware he was using was serious.

Probably Russian F.S.B., but that
doesn't narrow it down much.

Mike, uh, this may sound crazy,

but we know a shrink whose job it is to
profile and identify agents like this.

You want to bring
Anson in on this?

We got to find this guy
before he takes another shot.

Anson's our best bet
at I.D.'ing him.

Anson's killed at least four
people since we met him.

Are you sure you want
to ask him for help?

Mike, I don't like this either, but
the kid means a lot to me, okay?

She saved my life more than once
when I was down in Colombia.

So if she comes to me for help,
I'm damn well gonna do it.

[ Michael Narrating ] As a spy,
you get used to the idea...

that you sometimes have to
ask your enemies for help.

It's not an easy thing to do, but
unfortunately the best information...

is often in the hands
of the worst people.

So, you want me to help
you find a Russian spy?

Michael, I think you're confused about
the nature of our relationship.

You work for me. And I've
done what you've asked.

Now I'm asking for
something in return.

What you get in return is
your girlfriend's freedom.

Now don't call me again
until you have my money.

Before you go, I want you
to think about something.

You've seen my psych profile.

I helped write your
psych profile.

Good. Then you know that if my friends
are in danger... real danger...

I will help them,
whatever the risks.

What's the point?

My point is I'm no good
to you dead or in jail.

So you help me, and it's
a lot more likely...

I will stay healthy,
free and useful to you.

Fine. I'll help.

But here's what it's
gonna cost you.

I get to come along and
watch you work, every step.

Deal.

I'll be in touch.

And tell Fi and Jesse my
bank account is still empty.

I must apologize
again for before.

People don't always
understand the, uh,

high-dollar-amount, discreet
financial service we arrange.

I assure you we understand
exactly what you do.

Well, let's get right
to it, then, shall we?

How can I help you?

Well, here's the deal, George.

There's been a bit of
a change of plans.

We don't need you
to make a deposit.

We need you to make a
withdrawal from this account.

It's impossible. This
is a flagged account.

They'll know the moment
the money's touched.

Now, unless there's something else,
I'd say this meeting's over.

Well, there is something else.

Take a look at this.

These are my confidential
client accounts.

- How on earth did you get this?
- Doesn't matter how we got it.

All that matters is
what we can do with it.

You really think I'm gonna sit
here and let this happen?

- Let you blackmail me?
- Um, yeah.

It's actually pretty
simple, George.

If you don't get us the money
that we're asking for,

well, all these dangerous
clients of yours...

are gonna find out that you haven't
been so discreet after all.

Sharing their financial info
would be quite a deal breaker.

My clients know that
I would never...

Okay, who should we call first, the
drug dealers or the terrorists?

- Druggies are closer.
- That's true. That's true.

But the terrorists are a little quicker
on the trigger, don't you think?

- Uh-huh. - Yeah, what's the
country code for Algeria?

- George, do you know...
- Okay, okay. Look, fine.

I'll get the money. Meet me at
the, uh, old church grounds.

St. Anthony's. Tomorrow at noon.

[ Fiona ] Thank you, George.

I would insist that
you stay for lunch,

but you have work to do. Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

There you are, Michael.
I must admit,

I'm warming to the notion of
you coming to me for help.

I think it'll be good for us.

You said you had something
on who's after Beatriz.

I went back to the office
and worked up a profile,

uh, based on involvement
in the oil industry,

assignments into Colombia and, of
course, skill with a sniper rifle.

Any good candidates?

Beatriz's article referenced
a man named Oscar Aguirre.

Real name, Oscar Markov.

He wasn't supposed to be
at that energy conference.

She outed a spy. And now
that his cover's blown,

his number-one priority is to silence
his pretty little publicist.

Question is, what will
his next move be?

The F.S.B. likes to plant spies in
big corporations on foreign soil.

He'd be looking to reconnect.
Exactly.

So I went a step further and
located Russian intelligence's...

favorite corporate
headquarters here in Miami.

And?

The information's not free.

You already agreed to help.

I agreed to I.D. Oscar.
Job done.

You want to know where he is, I want
unfettered access to that brain of yours.

I get to ask the questions,
and you have to answer them.

I don't have time to
play these games.

No, you don't, but I do.

Fine.

Ask me whatever you'd like,
but just tell me where he is.

Oscar made an appointment
at Dyban Industries.

It's a Russian energy
firm on Miami Beach.

Probably on his way there now.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Chattering ] [
Card Reader Beeps ]

Well, where do you start?

[ Michael ] Her... The
blonde at the front desk.

She sees everyone that comes
and goes through this lobby,

and she won't have the clearances to
know who's working with the F.S.B.

If we play it right, she can give
us full access to the building.

Let me ask you something.

What do you think happens to her
after you talk your way in?

This job is probably
all that she has.

How do you justify
that to yourself?

Unfettered access, remember?

Better she finds a new job
than Sam buries a friend.

Hello.

Hi.

Good afternoon. How
can I help you?

Uh, I have a meeting
with Oscar Markov.

My name is Dmitri Malkin.

I believe I'm in the computer.
Okay. Let me check.

Irina... That's a beautiful name.
[ Typing ]

Uh, thank you.

Wasn't the youngest in Chekhov's
Three Sisters named Irina?

Yes. Uh, actually, my father
ran a theater in Moscow,

and he named me for her. Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr. Malkin. Your
friend signed in 20 minutes ago.

He went to Suite 120, but your
name, it's not coming up.

You know what? This
is my mistake.

Could you let him use one of those
temporary passes to just go back...

while you and I sort this out?

Thank you, Irina.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Hi. Can I help you?

Uh, yes. I have a meeting in Room
120 with that man right there.

You can wait for him in the lobby.
He'll see you when we're finished.

Maybe I wasn't clear. I need
to speak to him right now.

You see, we're in the middle of a
negotiation. Drop it, Mr. Westen.

I'm with Russian intelligence.

You don't think my employers briefed
me on the burned spy in Miami?

I will shoot you. Go away.

Your man in there is out of control.
He's shooting at civilians.

Yeah, well, he is F.S.B.'s
problem, not yours.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

See what you did?

I don't have time
to deal with you.

Got a big enough mess
on my hands already.

- I can help you.
- You can help? No.

His car was right outside.
He's gone.

Too late, isn't it?

You're Oscar's handler in Miami.

He's your responsibility.
Think about it.

What happens to you
if I find him first?

If you find him and
Oscar doesn't kill you,

I'll get someone else
to finish the job.

Get this C.I.A. trash
out of my sight.

[ Beeps ] Okay, guys,
here's what I got.

Talked to my cop buddy
down at the precinct.

He's pulling the information from the traffic
cameras around the Russian energy firm.

He's gonna send me a screen grab any
minute now of the car Oscar got away in.

Oh, and my beers are off limits.

I don't think beverages were part
of your little deal with Mike.

[ Scoffs ]

Is finding Oscar
still the best idea?

He's running from you. He's
running from his own people.

Why not just let him run?

Beatriz doesn't go
home until she's safe.

That means taking Oscar down.

[ Sam ] Yeah, uh, sorry to
interrupt your psychotherapy.

Mike, I just got the footage.

Looks like Oscar's
driving a red Ford.

License plate starts
with, um, "B"?

- Is that an eight or a three?
- Unbelievable.

Course, when it comes to giving me a
traffic ticket, they work perfectly.

So, how does Michael Westen
deal with a dead end?

This isn't a social experiment,
you son of a bitch.

We're talking about Beatriz here.
I know what the stakes are, Sam.

And I also know that my deal means
that I get my questions answered.

So?

Oscar found Beatriz once.

If we figure out how
he tracked her down,

we can use that to lure him out.

I don't know how
useful she'll be.

She talked to the hospital.

Her coworker, the one
that Oscar shot?

She died this morning.

Bea's pretty broken up.

I'm sorry about your friend.

It's my fault.

She's dead because
of what I did.

Oscar made the choice to shoot your friend.
He's to blame, not you.

Tell that to her little sister.

Listen, the only way we're gonna
make this right is if we find him.

Now other than Sam, was there anyone
else who knew you were in Miami?

I e-mailed a friend at
the Miami consulate.

She helped me with travel,
motel and everything.

That's how Oscar found you.

And if we're gonna trap him, he needs
to think he's found you again.

I need you to e-mail your
friend at the consulate.

Set up a meeting there
for later today.

Okay. And then?

And then I go to the consulate
and I take care of Oscar.

Sam knows a lot of good
places to stay low.

He's gonna take you
far away from here.

You'll be safe until it's over.

[ Fiona ] There's George.
Right on time.

[ Jesse ] Oh, and he's packing.

He just brushed his
waistband, checking his gun.

He probably decided it
was easier to kill us...

than to get the money
out of Anson's account.

Well, for a money guy, he's
not good at calculating risk.

What do you think?
I zig, you zag?

We surround him before
he pees himself?

[ Chuckles ] Sounds good.

[ Fiona ] George.
Good to see you.

[ Groans ]

[ Fiona ] Oh! George.

I thought we were friends.

I'm beginning to think he didn't
hold up his end of the deal.

Look, please. I-I tried, but
I can't transfer the money.

All right? It's
not just tracked.

It's flagged 10 different ways by
agencies I never even knew existed.

We'll make sure they
can't find you.

I think it's time George retired
from the dirty-banking business.

Ooh, I think so too. You know what, George?
You had a good run.

Here's the deal. You're gonna get the
cash, we're gonna help you vanish.

I would get some money for yourself too.
It'll help you lay low.

I'm sure the bad guys you're in bed
with have some spare change...

they can donate to the cause.

Rip off my clients?
You're crazy.

They'd hunt me down.
They'd kill me!

Probably best if they
think he's already dead.

- I like it.
- I-I don't like it!

You don't get a vote, big guy.

You just get us that money.

We'll give you an hour. I
suggest you get moving.

I took the money from your account,
and I deposited it into a clean one.

[ Beeps ] And... there we go.

Anson is officially many,
many digits richer.

He's not the only one. Exactly how
much did you steal from your clients?

As much as I could carry.

Good. It's gonna have
to last you a lifetime.

Only way you stay alive is if you play
dead till the day you die, my man.

We stopped at a blood bank and
made a withdrawal of our own.

[ Michael Narrating ] Faking someone's death
is all about getting the details right.

The human body contains
five liters of blood.

Finding half that amount spilled
across the seat of an abandoned car...

is enough to lead any crime scene
investigator to draw the obvious conclusion.

Hope you're not afraid
of needles, George.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Don't be squeamish.

We just need to leave a
little of your DNA behind.

[ Groans ] Answering the
remaining questions...

of where the body went and how
the victim was injured...

is as simple as a
blood trail run cold,

destroying any DNA that
doesn't match the victim...

and lots and lots of bullets.

All right, there's a change
of clothes in the bag,

and a boat waiting in the
marina at the end of the road.

That's great, but
can I get a ride?

No ghosts in the rental.

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Have a nice death.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Hello?

Michael Westen. This
is Ivan Baskov.

Ivan, do you keep a lot of C.I.A. trash
on speed dial, or am I just special?

I've been ordered to make
finding Oscar a top priority.

If my agents see you
getting in the way,

they shoot on sight.

Is that clear enough
for you, Michael?

Consider this your last warning.

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

What are you doing here?

I'm replacing the fuel
injector of an old truck.

Just came by for some supplies.

- Mom, I was trying to protect you.
- Oh, just stop.

I think I've proven that I can take
anything your life throws at me.

What I can't take is your
keeping things from me.

Mom... I'm not finished.

Your life affects all of us.

It affects Sam.
It affects Fiona.

Only I'm the only one
who's left in the dark.

Mom, I'm sorry I
didn't tell you.

Anson was using anything
he could against me...

Fi, you.

And he mentioned Dad.

What about your dad?

It doesn't matter.

I don't want to know.
I don't need to know.

Michael, I'm not trying to
tell you how to run your life.

You're a big boy.

But it's the things you don't
know that can hurt you.

You see anything?

Not yet, but from this vantage point,
Oscar's car won't be hard to spot.

So we have some time.

I'm curious about something.

Why this deep attachment
to the people you help?

What are you talking about?

Well, here you are with
me, someone you despise,

about to do something
exceedingly dangerous...

for someone you met yesterday.

Why? [ Sighs ] Why do you care?

You don't think I want to understand
the man who destroyed my life's work?

I want to know why
you do what you do.

Sometimes good people are
handed bad situations.

It's not their fault.

You're motivated by something
as generic as injustice?

Honestly? Honestly, we're gonna
have to get into it another time.

That's Oscar's car,
right on schedule.

Time to end this.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] If you want to
incapacitate an enemy's moving car,

the first thing you need
is a bigger vehicle.

A utility truck gives you
enough horsepower...

to keep you from getting
left in the dust...

and a full-size metal bumper
that can take a pounding.

The trick is getting close
enough to your target...

to precisely time an accident that keeps
innocent bystanders out of harm's way...

and surprises your enemy with a hard
impact to force them out of control.

[ Tires Screeching ]

And if their wheels aren't
touching the ground,

they'll have no way to escape.

Hands! Hands up!

- Show me your hands! - [
Man ] Don't shoot, please!

Put your hands up!

I can't! They're
tied to the wheel.

This guy put a gun at my head...

and said I had to drive to some
building downtown, I swear.

- You gotta help me. - Sorry, but
you're gonna have to sit tight.

I have bigger
problems right now.

I know I'm new to field work, but
something tells me that's not Oscar...

and this isn't how the
plan was supposed to go,

and that this is a perfect
place for an ambush.

If this was an ambush,
we'd be dead already.

No, Oscar's trying
to keep us busy.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Hey, Mike, what's up?
You nab that guy?

- Sam, Oscar knows where you are.
- What? How?

Beatriz called the
hospital with your phone.

He must have put a tap on the other end.
That was hours ago.

He could be here already.

- Is Oscar here?
- Get down!

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ]

Oh, crap!

We need to get out of here.
No, no, no.

You stay still. We got
to stop the bleeding.

Press that against there.

Sam? Sam, you all right?
What's going on?

Beatriz took some shrapnel.

We got to think of something,
'cause we're sitting ducks here.

- I don't know how long we're gonna last.
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

All right, stay behind this vest and
keep the pressure on that bleeding.

[ Michael ] Sam, hold on.
I'm on my way.

What now, Michael?

Riding to Beatriz
and Sam's rescue?

What's the thought
process behind that?

I'm done playing
your games, Anson.

My games make more sense than
charging off half-cocked.

I have to do something.
Even if it makes no sense?

Sam's a good enough soldier to
hold him off for a half an hour,

but you'll never get there
before Oscar finishes the job.

You want to rip me apart right now?
Go ahead. It just proves I'm right.

You have all the answers, huh?

Well, let's hear it. You tell me what to
do, because we're running out of time.

I don't have the right answer,
just the right question.

Why do you think Oscar
managed to outwit you here?

Because he's a
sociopath like you.

He likes killing
innocent people.

Wrong.

[ Panting ] This is
a waste of time.

If you want to save your
friends, you have to dig deeper.

Where'd it all start? Why did
17-year-old Michael join the army?

[ Laughing ]

To get away from my dad. Is that
what you want to hear, Anson?

No, no, no.

There's a reason you have to be
everybody's white knight, Michael.

You left because you thought if you
saved the world, you'd be safe at home,

and that's what Oscar
needs right now.

He needs to feel safe.

Give him what he wants, Michael.

If you were him,
what would you do?

What would make you
call off the hunt?

What does he want?

He wants his life back.

And who can give it to him?

His handler. We need
to go see Ivan.

Call the police.

Too far away, and
Oscar knows it.

I'm gonna try and carve a
way out of this death trap.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

I thought I told you
to stay out of my way.

That includes coming to
my offices uninvited.

Listen, your Oscar problem is about to
turn into a double murder on U.S. soil.

You need to call off
your dog right now.

Oscar is off his leash.
Nothing I can do.

Unless you want to
tell me where he is.

He will be gone when you get there.
My friends will be dead.

- That's a pity.
- It will be,

because I'll have every U.S. agency
crawling all over this office,

and they'll be coming
directly after you.

Fine. What do you want from me?

I want you to put
an end to this.

You call him, you tell him his target,
Beatriz Pendas, works for you.

She's a Russian operative running
an off-the-books mission for you.

[ Scoffs ]

Oh, that's easy to say.

I want him off the streets too,

but Oscar knows if he meets me
again, he gets shipped to Siberia.

He's not coming
back in willingly.

He will if you convince
him he's worth saving.

Oscar just wants to go home.

He wants to know that his
sacrifices meant something.

He wants someone to tell him...

that the nightmares that he
sees when he closes his eyes...

help other people sleep
better at night.

He just wants the world
to make sense again.

And if he does come
in, what then?

I think you have the answer
to that in your right hand.

I don't like your friend here.

Neither do I.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Okay, your escape
hatch is ready.

My escape? You have to come too!

[ Gunshot ]

I got to go out the front to distract
Oscar so you can get off the beach.

Otherwise, you're gonna
be in the open too long.

That's crazy! Oscar
will kill you!

He's after you, not me.
Don't lie to me!

Don't you sass me now, okay?

You're going out this way.
I'm going out the front.

This is not open for a debate.

When you write about this back home,
make sure you spell my name right.

Hey!

Don't shoot!

It's all set.

[ Beatriz ] So it's over?

It should be. The Russians
will deal with Oscar.

And since they claimed you as one of their
agents, you won't have to worry about them.

You should know though, if you keep
reporting on the Russian oil thing,

your problems will come back.

I'll think about it.

See you back at the loft, Mike.

I'm gonna try and convince the doctor
to take the crazy parts out of her.

I trust the young woman is
gonna make a full recovery?

Listen, Anson...

No need to thank me. I
wasn't going to thank you.

You know, I must admit,
it was refreshing...

to see you be honest with
yourself for a change.

I think we've had a
real breakthrough.

We still have some
issues to work out.

One step at a time.

You know, Michael, you shouldn't
be so hard on your old man.

He made you what you are,

and he wasn't quite the
poisonous leech...

you make him out to be.

Really?

And what makes you
such an expert?

I knew Frank. Pretty
well, actually.

You'd been on our
radar for a while,

and he was such a great
tap for information.

More of a talker than your mom.
Of course, the whiskey helped.

I could get him to
go on for hours...

about how you protected
your mom and little Nate,

the things you said.

It's hard to watch
a grown man cry.

Are you trying to make
me feel sorry for him?

You should feel sorry that he never
got the chance to apologize.

He wanted to.

But we had to move fast.

We...

W-What?

Move fast?

The apple doesn't fall far
from the tree, Michael.

After a while, the old man got
suspicious about my interest in you.

He didn't know who I was or the
effect I had on you, but he...

had started snooping in
places that he shouldn't,

and a heart attack
had to be arranged.

You killed him.

Ironic, really. All those years, how
many times did you wish he were dead,

and... we did it for you.

[ Whispering ] You're
welcome, Michael.

[ Sighs ] Anything from Sam yet?

Michael, are you
sure you're okay?

You have been in a
daze all morning.

I'm fine. I'm just...

Working with Anson was draining.

Don't let him get to you.

He's just trying to
tie you in knots.

It doesn't matter.

Sam called in every F.B.I. favor
to meet with the deputy director.

With any luck, he's solving
our Anson problem right now.

Well, let's hope he brought
plenty of his trademark charm.

I don't care for it, but some
people seem to enjoy it.

[ Phone Rings, Beeps
] Sam, how'd it go?

It didn't. It got canceled.

- And now I'm being investigated as
a possible Russian agent. - What?

When Ivan filed his report claiming
Beatriz was a Russian agent,

someone must have convinced
him to include you too.

Yeah, take a wild guess
who did the convincing.

His name rhymes with
Charles Manson.

I'll call you back.

[ Beeps ]

Your friend left you a note.

"It was great working with you.

Your need to help Beatriz provided a
great opportunity to neutralize Sam,

and we finally got
to talk about Daddy.

Drinks are on me."

Anson got there first.

We just delivered a couple hundred
million dollars to a very dangerous man.

I should disappear.

You'll be able to
bring Anson down.

And you'd keep running for
the rest of your life.

Not after all this. I
am not losing you, Fi.

What do we do?

I don't know.