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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 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.

And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

Bottom line: As long as you're
burned, you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ] In prison, there
is no such thing as good attention.

It's better to be a
number than to be known...

Take off her restraints.

Because with anonymity
comes safety.

So whether you're dealing
with a fellow inmate,

a guard or the warden herself,

the last thing you want is for
your name to be on their mind.

Inmate Glenanne.

We have a room waiting
for you in Cellblock 9.

That is the wing for
high-risk offenders.

See, I heard about the fight
between you and inmate Doneski.

So what we're going to do...

is have you sign a request
for protective custody...

and put you in the
segregated wing.

I'd rather not.

I'm doing my best to
help you right now.

High-profile prisoners get
special treatment around here...

Not the good kind.

I appreciate your concern, Warden,
but I can take care of myself.

You got a death wish? Play it
out in someone else's facility.

Sign the damn form.

Well, it is my choice, isn't it?

Can't say I didn't try.
One more thing.

You have a visitor request
from Michael Westen.

I don't know how you got
privileges so quickly,

but if you want
to sign this one,

he'll be on the
list for Wednesday.

Hopefully you'll last that long.

[ Michael Narrating ] When
you've been marked for death,

hiding is a short-term strategy.

It might buy you time, but
it won't solve your problem.

To do that, you need contact.

It means exposing yourself
to more potential threats,

but it also means having the
opportunity to find potential allies.

Well, if it isn't the newest
resident of Cellblock 9.

- You're Ayn? - That I am.

I heard you can get things.

Wine, cigarettes.

Or if you're into something stronger,
I can make that happen too.

It's why they call me Ayn...
"Anything you need."

Someone in here is trying to have
me killed. I need to find out who.

You wanna know who's trying to kill you?
Damn, girl.

You just skipped all
over the small talk.

Whatever happened
to "Where you from?

What you in for? How
many years you get?"

Ireland, something I didn't
do, God knows how long.

Can you help me?

Info like that
doesn't come cheap.

Name a price.

See, now, that's where you
being new creates a problem.

Money around here's
canteen credits.

You don't have any.

I'm sure there are other ways
to make it worth your while.

There's always
favor for a favor,

but I doubt you wanna go there.

Try me.

Dude, you've checked your watch
three times in the last 30 seconds.

It's still... 10:05, okay?
Relax.

Pearce sounded a little
off on the phone.

She specifically asked to meet here, not
the office, which means something's wrong.

Or she knows you're about to visit
Fi and she's got news about Anson.

Maybe she found the son of a bitch.
Maybe Fi's about to be released.

Oh, I could be wrong.

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

- What's going on? - I, uh...

[ Shaky Voice ] I honestly
don't know where to start.

Why don't you start
from the beginning?

I came back from
lunch yesterday.

There was a message on my phone.

[ Beeps ] Agent Pearce,
this is Anson Fullerton.

You've been making life
awfully hard for me lately.

I'm sure Michael's filled
your head with lies,

but I am not the monster
he makes me out to be,

and to prove it, I'd like to
offer you an olive branch.

I had a chance to read
your personnel file,

and I noticed you
spent many years...

trying to find out what
happened to Jay Tunberg.

- I'd like to help. - [ Beeps ]

The hell's he talking about?

Jay and Pearce were engaged.

Oh. I'm sorry.

This was waiting for me at home.

His name is Ahmed Damour.

Meet the man who
murdered my fiancé.

It's all right there.

Jay was working undercover,

gathering intelligence
on the Syrian military.

His cover got blown, and before they
could pull him out, Ahmed killed him.

And the best part... Now
he's the C.I.A. asset.

He's getting rich selling us the
same intel he stole from Jay,

and we're protecting him.

So this murderer's living the high
life in Bermuda on the Agency's dime.

That is nice work if you can get it.
Talk to your boss about it yet?

Oh, no, I can't. I'm not even
supposed to know that file exists.

They'd just order me to let
it go, but I can't do that.

Has it occurred to you that Anson knew Ahmed
was protected when he dropped his name?

He knows you're helping
us get Fi out of prison.

He wants you to throw
your career away.

I get it, Westen, but some things
are more important than a career.

You're not the only person
who ever lost somebody.

So what? What?

It's an eye for an eye now? Come
on, Pearce. That's not you.

It is when that's
the only option.

[ Michael ] Pearce, it's
not the only option.

The Agency is only protecting Ahmed
until they get their intelligence.

We take away those secrets,
we take away his protection.

He goes down. You don't. We can
help you do that. I promise.

Hate to say it, Mike,

but I think your mouth wrote a
check that your butt can't cash.

You see the section here...

where the C.I.A. says
Ahmed is untouchable?

I think that means, you
know, "no touching."

Maybe you missed this page.

The C.I.A. doesn't
care about Ahmed.

They care about the intel.

He's got all the files
on a hard drive.

Once we find that drive, we turn it
over to the C.I.A. They'll wrap him up.

Yeah, no, I definitely saw that page,
just like I saw this one here.

Agency sent a team into his Bermuda compound
back in '08 looking for the hard drive.

They didn't find it. What
makes you think we can?

Sam, if I don't help Pearce,
she's gonna ruin her career.

Without her at the Agency, I'll
never get Fi out of prison.

Okay, well, wait.

Says here the guy's getting
ready to take a cruise.

Maybe you isolate him on the boat,
make him think that he's sick.

If he doesn't think
he's gonna make it...

- He's gonna start talking.
- And the first person he'll call is...

His son, Sharif, back in Bermuda.
His son, Sharif.

It's perfect, Sam. So
perfect, it's not gonna work.

We don't have the manpower.

You got to have three on the
cruise, three on the land side.

And if the C.I.A. can't know about
this, they're not gonna pitch in.

I can get you a team.
[ Chuckles ] Ohh!

Who? Nate and your ma?
[ Laughs ]

Wow. You're not
kidding, are you?

Look, Mike, nothing
against the Westen clan,

but I'm gonna be real glad when
we get Fi out of the clink.

[ Cell Door Slams ]

Just pick a book, bitch.
You know you can't read.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Press on, honey.

Is there anything you
can't get in here?

If the price was right,

I could stage a Beatles reunion
concert in the main yard.

All I need is a name.

Yes, you do, and a
pricey one at that.

I'm all ears.

Tomorrow at 2:15, I need
that door locked tight,

and I need it to stay that
way for about two minutes.

You do me that favor, and I'll help you
find out who's trying to kill you.

Doing it without getting caught
would be almost impossible.

I can't risk going
to segregation.

I thought that might
be a deal breaker.

No hard feelings, honey.

I said "almost impossible."

Get me these supplies,
it's a deal.

That's a hell of a shopping list.
It's a hell of a favor.

Magnesium? Overnight?

Honey, I'm good,
but I'm not magic.

What about a sparkler?

[ Laughs ]

You know, this breaks
one of my rules,

but I might decide to
like you, criminal.

So when we're following this Sharif kid
all over Bermuda, where you gonna be?

I'm gonna be on a cruise
with his dad, Ahmed.

Trust me. It's not for pleasure.

Okay, you've got your cover I.D.'s,
tickets, traveler's checks.

You're on the 9:25 out of Miami.

Sam will go over the
rest when you get there.

And is he going to tell us
what this is really about?

Ahmed has valuable information,
and we need to get it back.

I heard that part.

If this was just about stolen secrets,
you wouldn't need Nate and me.

Come on, Mom. You
know how this works.

The details are probably,
like, classified or whatever.

Can't you just be happy
helping out Mike?

This isn't watering someone's
plants while they're out of town.

You're asking us to fly to another
country with a fake I.D.,

dealing with spies at
the drop of a hat.

I want to know why.

Is this about Fi?

No, Mrs. Westen.
This is about me.

Ahmed didn't just
steal information.

He killed my fiancé.

But the C.I.A. doesn't know
we're going after him.

If you don't feel
comfortable coming along,

I totally... Honey,
please, just stop.

I'll do it.

- [ Chattering ] - [
Ship Horn Blows ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Effective
interrogations take many forms...

but usually include
three key elements.

First, you need a target
with the intel you're after.

Then you need an
interrogation team.

Their job is to
secure the target...

and do whatever it takes to
obtain actionable intelligence.

But getting useful information doesn't
matter if you can't move on it.

Which is why you need a
support team in the field.

Okay, Mike, you got the murderer.
We'll get the son of a murderer.

Hope you took your Dramamine.

Thanks, Sam. We'll call you
when we have something.

And, of course, the whole
system breaks down...

if someone kills the
target before he can talk.

Pearce, you should look like
you're ready for a fun vacation,

not trying to kill someone.

I just want that son of a
bitch to suffer like Jay did.

Don't worry. In about six hours,
Ahmed will wish he was dead,

but the plan only works if
you can hold it together.

This better?

Yes.

[ Horn Blows ]

Look, we need to run
a stat blood series.

Stat blood series... C.B.C., C.M.P., P.T.
and a P.T.T....

Don't forget a B.L.T. and a P.B.
& J., A.S.A.P.

[ Chuckles ]

Fiona usually would
help me with this.

You're good, man. You sound like an
infectious-disease specialist. You got it.

Hope you got that
prazosin ready.

Ready to make a grown man cry.
Where's Ahmed?

In the casino, playing craps,

making sure all the ladies
see his $50,000 Rolex.

- It's disgusting. - Pearce.

I'm smiling. See?

We do have one little
complication though.

Ahmed's bodyguard is hovering
around him like a helicopter mom.

The guy does everything for him,
including getting his drinks,

so if we're gonna poison him there, we might
need you to give us an extra distraction.

I would love to, but we can't risk Ahmed
seeing me before he's in the infirmary.

- Jesse can sell this. - Please.

I could do this by
myself if I had to.

Go get your party dress on.

[ Man ] Place your bets.
Place your bets.

[ Crowd Ahhing ]

[ Jesse Laughs ] It's
all how you shake 'em.

You got to let them know you love 'em.
All right.

How about a little kiss for luck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You see what I did?

You let them know you love 'em.
I love you.

And if you love something, what do you do?
You set it free!

Boom! That is how you throw
the bones, my friends!

I hope you enjoyed my drink.

That's $100 a shot, you idiot.
My bad, man.

There's still a little bit left.
Do you wanna finish it?

Next round's on me. Okay, was that Jack?
Old Crow? What you got?

Johnnie Walker
Blue on the rocks.

Ooh, excuse me, mister. Johnnie
Walker Blue on the rocks.

Sexiness!

Can we get a nice, fresh
refill for my man?

Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
I'll get it.

[ Michael Narrating ] Personal
bodyguards are specifically trained...

to identify and prioritize
potential threats...

Johnnie Walker Blue.

Which means getting their
attention is usually as easy...

as becoming the most immediate
threat in the area.

You know what? Give me those.
My turn.

You got bad juju. What the hell
do you think you're doing?

[ Jesse ] I'll tell you what I'm not doing.
I'm not trying to sit here...

and see how many times one man
can roll snake eyes, okay?

You had your turn.
Give them to me.

You know what? Fine, fine. You want
to burn down the house? Have at it.

I'm pulling the rip cord, baby.

Poof! [ Chuckles ]

- How long till he drops? - It depends
on how fast he drinks his... drink.

Shouldn't be long.

[ Michael Narrating ] The
difference between a drug...

being called "medicine" or "poison"
comes down to one thing... dosage.

The recommended
amount of prazosin...

will effectively
regulate blood pressure,

but taking too much will
trigger side effects...

that mimic the symptoms of
an extreme viral infection.

Once they kick in,

instead of doubling down,
you'll be falling down.

That's a good look for him.

Oh, more pleasure reading, huh?
Yeah.

I love reading The Principles and Practices
of Infectious Disease Control...

in my spare time.

Well, you're gonna have to tear
yourself away. It's time to roll.

We just checked out the infirmary. Whole
lot of nervous people down there...

trying to figure out
what's wrong with Ahmed.

Perfect. Let's fill
in the blanks.

I still wish there was a way you
didn't actually have to take those.

[ Laughs ] You and
me both, sister.

But the disease is
supposed to be infectious,

and I can't fake a fever, increased
heart rate and dilated pupils.

At least I only have to take it once.
Mike, can you water me, please?

Jesse, I can't thank you enough.

Yeah, well, just try to keep me
away from that long tunnel...

with the bright light at
the end of it, will you?

Where's the ship's doctor?
We need help here.

- I'm Dr. Winnick. What happened?
- Dr. Winnick,

I'm Dr. George Penderson, C.D.C.

My wife, Jeannie, and I heard
passengers screaming for a doctor.

We found this man
convulsing in the hallway.

His name is Jamaal
Howard, age 36.

No medical alert,
I.D.'s or cards.

They said he was complaining of
blurry vision and dizziness.

[ Groans ] [ Michael ] He's got
elevated temp and heart palpitations.

Get him set up in sick bay 2. Get
his vitals, and get him on O2.

- Yes, Doctor. Go, go, go. - [
Woman ] Let's move him in here.

What?

We have a passenger who came
in with the same symptoms.

How long ago exactly?
About nine hours or so.

Why? What are you thinking?

You've got a serious
problem on your hands.

Something's going around, and
it's not food poisoning.

Based on the symptoms,
it's meningococcal.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, thank you for bringing him in, Dr.
Penderson. We can take it from here.

Can you? Have you ever
implemented quarantine protocol?

Well, no... Well, I have... on
three different continents.

And trust me. You don't want to be on
the hook for a full-scale outbreak.

You're lucky it's not airborne.

You still have a chance, but
you're gonna need our help.

Wait a minute, Dr. Penderson. This
is my infirmary. I call the shots.

I'm sorry. I'm... not
trying to big-dog anybody.

I'm C.D.C. It's just
what I do for a living.

Use me. I'll treat the infected patients.
You just take care of the rest of the ship.

Yes, but the ship
regulations require me...

It's your call. You make
the wrong one, people die.

Listen up, everybody. This
infirmary is now in quarantine.

Kim, I want you to set up a temporary
exam room across the hall, stat.

This area is now off-limits until Dr.
Penderson says otherwise.

- Come on! Let's go! Let's move!
- [ Woman ] All right!

[ Michael ] I need you to
run a stat blood series,

including a C.M.P., C.B.C., P.T.
and a P.T.T.

That man you brought in.

[ Michael ] You know him?

I saw him at the casino last night.
He took my drink.

He drank from your glass? That
must be how you infected him.

What?

Mr. Damour, my name is Dr.
Penderson.

I believe you've been infected
by a highly contagious...

and very deadly
strain of meningitis.

And it looks like you gave it to Mr.
Howard.

Wh-What are you saying?

First of all, it means
you're under quarantine.

You... You need to wait outside.

We'll test you and seclude you
until we know you're clean.

No. W-Wait, wait.
[ Door Closes ]

- Did you say "deadly"?
- Don't worry.

We'll do all that we can.

Now, I need a list of everyone
you've been in close contact with...

in the last 48 hours.

My son, Sharif.

Doctor, we've got Mr.
Howard stabilized.

Thank you.

This is my wife, Jeannie.

Don't worry. We're going to take
good care of you, Mr. Damour.

Now, I need you
to call your son.

We'll have someone sent out
to your home to test him.

Not my house. I'll have him meet them.
It's better that way.

I don't think you understand
what's at stake here.

I'm a very private man. I can't have
strangers coming into my house.

Mr. Damour, in
situations like this,

the most important thing is finding
the origin of the infection.

If it's in your home, your
son is in grave danger.

We're not trying to
invade your privacy.

We just want to do what's
best for you and your son.

[ Sighs ]

Fine, fine, fine.
I'll tell Sharif.

Good.

[ Chattering ]

They got a saying in here...

Never turn your back
on an open cell door.

Oh, look at you.

You got your own little
early detection system.

Six-pack, three cans of tuna,

plaster, a nail file and
your damn sparkler.

You know how hard it is to get
fireworks this time of year?

I need one more thing.

The guards change shift
every day at 2:15.

And I take my afternoon tea at 4:00.
What's your point?

Why do you need me to clear them
off the block at that time?

I'm throwing a party, and I can't
have a guard interrupting the fun.

If this is a hit, then I'm out.

You really think you're in a
position to call the shots here?

Or maybe you just don't care who's
trying to kill you anymore.

That it?

Oh, I care, but there is a line
that I don't cross for anyone, Ayn.

That's why I'm here
in the first place.

Oh. And here I thought you
were in here for murder.

Okay, criminal.

Can't promise everyone's
gonna end up smiling,

but nobody's gonna end up dead.

Convict's word. You still in?

In.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the
easiest and most efficient ways...

to make incendiary devices...

begins with mixing aluminum
powder and plaster of paris.

Once dry, it burns at
about 3,000 degrees...

and can melt solid steel
in under a minute.

It's also completely stable and
safe to store until it's lit,

which is important because nobody
should handle a deadly incendiary...

without a good night's sleep.

[ Nate ] Hi. We're from W.H.O.,
here to see Sharif Damour.

[ Man On Speaker ] One moment, please.
[ Sam ] Okay, Maddy, remember.

When we get in there, you got to keep
this guy Sharif busy long enough...

for us to find the office
and bug the phone.

Didn't you say this guy's
some kind of a sociopath?

Yeah, he does have a few
assaults on his rap sheet,

but he seems to prefer beating
up waiters and call girls.

Mom, you're pretending to be a nurse.
I'm sure you'll be fine.

[ Radio Squawks ] Okay,
and we are transmitting.

Maddy, that's for you.

You want me to get him to wear this?
You said it was a watch.

Why didn't you just ask me to
tie a brick around his wrist?

Maddy, I'm sorry, but it's got to
be big enough to hold a G.P.S.,

so it's either that or we convince
him that pagers are back in style.

Let's do it.

[ Game Announcer
Chattering ] [ TV Off ]

You the outbreak people? [ Sam ] Yes, sir.
Dr. Chuck Finley.

Where's your little
astronaut suits?

Uh, well, the virus
isn't airborne.

Well, you sure scared the
hell out of my father.

He made it sound like the guys from E.T.
were on their way.

- [ Hands Clap ] - Yalla. Let's go.
Let's get this over with.

We'll move as fast as we can, Mr.
Damour,

but we need comprehensive
sampling of this house,

and you need to be
examined immediately.

Shelly, he's all yours. Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on.

He'll go with you, make
sure you don't get lost.

Don't worry. We'll move
as fast as we can.

I'm telling you this
is a waste of time.

Do I look sick, huh?

Come on. I take care of
mys... Open your mouth.

You look fine now, but changes
happen quickly with meningitis.

[ Michael Narrating ] Hiding trackers in
accessories is a go-to trick for spies.

Jewelry and watches are
attractive options,

but there's always a risk they'll
clash with the target's outfit...

and get left at home.

105 beats a minute.

Is that bad? I'm gonna have
to ask you to wear a monitor.

On the other hand, a tracker that the
target believes might save his life...

is always in fashion.

At all times. What do
you mean, "all time"?

What if I go to a club?
You wear it.

In the shower? At all times.

Well, that's ridiculous. If my
heart speeds up, I'll feel it.

Really? Most people don't feel their
heartbeat until it hits, oh, around 130.

And by then, you will have
swelling of the brain,

subcutaneous hemorrhaging...

and will be convulsing so hard you
will not be able to dial a phone.

Fine, fine. [ Speaks Arabic ]

Just... until the test
results come back.

This room is clear.
Any positives?

Nope.

This room's off-limits.
Oh, really?

Well, I'm thinking that the
virus didn't get that memo.

We have to check everything.

[ Nate ] Excuse me, sir.

[ Michael Narrating ] Gram
staining is a method of testing...

for the presence of certain
types of bacteria.

Positive results turn purple.

Negative results turn pink.

If you need a positive
result on a Gram test,

there's no need to bring
in a lethal microorganism.

A little yogurt will do the job.

And, of course, no matter
what color a slide turns,

nothing sells "scary"
like a big reaction.

Oh, my God. Look
at that reading.

Have you been in
this room recently?

Why are you still standing there?
Get to the nurse!

- Go! - Go!

- Wire it quick, Nate.
- Going as fast as I can.

Look up. Down.

Right.

Left. Right again.

What is this, dance class?
Enough of these tests.

These are necessary, Mr.
Damour. No. I'm done.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa! What
happened to our guests?

They think I might be infected.
They said to come see Nurse Shelly.

- And you left them where?
- In the office.

You left them in my
father's office?

[ Arabic ] Stupid!

Stupid! Mr. Damour,
we're not finished!

No, this exam is over.

- Whoa, you can't go in there.
- No, you can't be in there.

- Sir, it's dangerous!
- Get out of my way! Get out of my way!

What the hell are you doing
taking apart that telephone, huh?

Come on. I'll tell
you what he's doing.

He's handling some highly infectious
bacteria. That's what he's doing.

You got to take it apart to check it.
Exactly.

I mean, this thing is filled with
bugs, and I'm talking nasty stuff.

Have you used this phone?

Maybe a few times. [ Sighs ]

Okay.

Then I suggest you pray.

Pray.

Grab the gear, Chuck.
I'll meet you outside.

Oh, more Jell-O. Delightful.

Sorry. You get what Ahmed gets.

[ Exhales ] How's it coming?

- Let's see. - [ Beeps ]

Testing, testing. [ Echoing Over
Walkie-talkie ] Testing, testing.

I want real food.
One, two, three.

I want real food. Broadcast quality.
[ Beeps ]

Now that we've got a
tracker on Sharif,

you and Mike can give
Ahmed one final push.

Yeah, you know, maybe it's
best if Michael finishes this.

I'm not sure I can... No, no, no.
Hey.

Don't start talking like that.
Not now.

I am trying not to. I really am.

But I feel like if I go
in there one more time,

I'll kill him or break
down completely.

Pearce, I know this
is a rough one.

You got to figure out a way to hold
it together, okay? We're almost done.

You don't understand. I don't? My mom
was on the wrong end of a stickup.

They never found the
guy that killed her.

First thing I think
of every day is her.

The second thing is how I wish I can get
the guy that did it. You have that chance.

Dani, look at me.

Ooh! You're gonna finish this.

If you don't, you'll regret it for
the rest of your life. Trust me.

I know.

Okay. Okay.

You ready to bring this
home, or what? Yes.

Good. 'Cause I'm sick
of this damn Jell-O.

Stop whining, Porter. You
sound like a little girl.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Have you heard
anything about my son?

Is he infected?

We're still waiting to find out,

but Sharif isn't showing
any symptoms for now.

Mr. Damour, we just got the results
on the samples from your house.

I don't know how
to ask you this,

but do you know of anyone who would
want to hurt you intentionally?

What are you saying? The strain of the
virus they identified is... man-made.

Our techs found abnormally
high concentrations...

on your phone, your car
keys, your toothbrush.

Someone deliberately infected me?
Who?

We don't know, but, unfortunately,
that is not the worst part of it.

There's no easy way to say this.

I'm afraid your condition has
advanced beyond the point...

of us being able to
help you, and...

you're not going to make it.

You mean I might not.

There are miracles... sometimes.

- But with something like this...
- Get out. Get out!

I don't want to see you.

Please. There must be
something you can do.

Mr. Damour, I know this is tough to
hear, but Dr. Penderson's right.

How much time?

If there's anything you need to take
care of, anyone you need to talk to,

now is the time.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Sharif ] That's impossible. They
said you were sick, not dying.

- Can't they give you medicine? - [ Ahmed ]
They found the virus all over my things.

Whoever it was, they
were trying to kill me.

I don't understand. Who
would do this to you? Why?

I don't know. No one knows.

It was probably the C.I.A.
They've always hated me.

It doesn't matter now. I want
to make sure that you're...

Wait. Are you... Are you saying
y-you're not coming home?

Sharif! Answer me.

Do you remember what to do?

Yes! I remember.

Good. I want you to secure your future.
I want you to do it now.

I will. Where are the files?

They're at Habibi's place.

Fourth shelf of the
Remline chest.

- How soon can you get there?
- I'll go first thing tomorrow, Papa.

Good. And call me
when it's done.

I will.

[ Chattering ]

Hey, criminal. Don't you
have an errand to run?

Shh. You're breaking
my concentration.

[ Michael Narrating ] Sabotage
is best done in private,

when no one is around to see it.

If you don't have that luxury, you
have to take certain precautions.

It's crucial to conceal the real
reason for your movements...

so that people don't
get suspicious.

You know, I could use an
extra blanket in my cell.

Requests have to be made on Monday
to the unit manager, Glenanne.

[ Fiona ] Well, what am I gonna
do till then, huh? Hello.

Wait. Are you telling me...

that I have to spend another week
freezing my ass off in here?

[ Michael Narrating ] It's also a
good idea to use time-delay devices,

so that when the fun starts,
you'll be nowhere near it.

You still haven't moved.

[ Clamoring ]

[ Man ] What's going on?
The door's jammed.

I can't get it open.
Code 6! Code 6!

Cellblock 9! Officer
needs assistance!

[ Clamoring Continues ]

All this for a robbery? Robbery?

You think I need those scraps?
This was business, honey.

My little friend over there got the notion
she could open up shop on my block.

I had to let her know that market
conditions weren't conducive to expansion.

- Breaching! - [ Clamoring ]

Hands down, goddamn it!

[ Woman ] Hands on your sides!
Eyes forward!

[ Man ] This block's on lockdown.
Line up!

We got some action.

Doesn't look like Junior's planning
on coming back anytime soon.

Too bad the guy doesn't
know his final destination.

You don't have to pack
that heavy for Gitmo.

[ Car Starts ]

Hold your little horses.
We're not going anywhere.

Don't wanna be up
the guy's butt.

'Cause then what happens?
He sees you.

We lose our chance of getting
that top-secret intel.

[ Beeping ]

Now we can go.

- [ Sam ] Okay, they definitely pulled in.
- [ Beeps ]

Right there.

Keeping their top-secret files in a
boathouse? Yeah, it's not a bad plan.

Put all your top-secret goodies in
the same place as your go-fast boat.

Makes it easy to blow town.

And that's why we're gonna
bust in on their ass...

and make sure that
doesn't happen, right?

Yes, Nate, but when you
say things like that,

try and say 'em like you
understand how dangerous they are.

Let's do it.

[ Michael Narrating ] A successful ambush
can end a battle before it ever begins.

To pull one off, you
need two key factors...

The element of surprise
and superior positioning.

Okay, Nate, you follow my lead.

You don't make a move
until you see the intel.

You got it? Yeah.

The best staging areas offer a
clear view of your target...

while providing plenty
of cover for you.

Not yet.

Of course it doesn't matter
how good your position is...

if you're the one
who gets surprised.

[ Nate ] What the
hell is going on?

Shh. Just get down.

Sharif. It's a glorious day, no?

I've had better. What? Smile.

You're about to be a rich man.
Shall we toast?

- No time for drinks, Yevgeni.
- As you wish, friend.

Go on.

First, we verify.

Then we pay.

- Who are these guys?
- Well, Nate, I'm no expert,

but it looks like Sharif is
making a deal with some Russians.

Russians? Why would
Russians want those files?

These guys are working for
themselves, not the country.

I mean, this is business.

Okay, what's our next move?

We don't have one.

Come on. Come on.

[ Beeping ]

That was quick, Sam.

Yeah, Mike. This is
not the victory call.

This is the "you-know-what
hitting the fan" call.

Sharif is making a deal with a crew of
F.S.B. rejects. It's going on right now.

- Russians?
- Yeah. It's like a Cold War class reunion.

Can you put the brakes on it?

It's five against two, and they're
packing more heat than we are.

But, you know, sure. What the hell?
We can try.

No, Sam. Sit tight.
It's too dangerous.

[ Beeps ]

So, they're gonna do what?

Just sit there and let Sharif
sail away with even more money?

- They make a move, they're dead.
- Then we have to make a move.

We will, but not right now.
We have to hold off until...

No, we are not holding off.
We are ending this right now.

Pearce, what do you
think you're doing?

I have a play here, Westen. Back
me up or stay out of the way.

[ Sighs ]

[ Pearce ] I don't care, George!
He deserves to know!

Honey. If you won't
tell him, I will.

Tell me what?

My husband got a
call from the C.D.C.

They've traced the
origin of your virus.

It... It's classified
information.

We've been ordered not to tell you.
Please.

Whatever it is, I'm dying.
I need to know.

My feelings exactly.

The virus you have is known as the St.
Petersburg strain.

George?

It's weaponized.

It was developed by the
F.S.B., Russian intelligence.

Russian? Are you sure of this?

Positive. The protein
signatures leave no doubt.

Get out. Please. I
need to make a call.

[ Grunting ] [ Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

I have to take this. [ Beeps ]

Hello, Papa.

Did he say "Papa"?

I think they're making a
play back on the boat.

I'm fine. I'm at Habibi's.

We're doing the deal right now.
No, Sharif.

It was them.

It was not the C.I.A.
It was the Russians!

How do you know? The
doctors traced the virus.

It was the F.S.B. Those dogs
planned this whole thing out!

They're killing
me for the files.

You need to get out. Now!

Don't worry, Papa.

I'll make sure I tell
them you said hello.

[ Cell Phone Beeps
] That was Ahmed?

How is he?

He's doing quite
well, considering.

He said to give you a message.

- [ Automatic Gunfire
] - [ Men Shouting ]

Okay, Nate, it's time for
us to get in the game.

Be ready. For what?

When I get close,
shoot in the air.

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Huh?

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

Yevgeni, maybe you will see
my father in hell, huh?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

Nate, I said,
"Shoot in the air."

You didn't say, "Up in the air."
[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike. This is
the victory call.

We got good guys up, bad guys
down and the files in hand.

[ Beeps ]

It's been too long. My son
should have called by now.

It's a terrible
feeling, isn't it?

I used to talk to my
fiancé twice a day.

Then one day, he didn't call.

That's how I knew
something was wrong.

He was a scientist
working in Paris.

The last time I spoke to him,
he was filing a report...

about a Syrian satellite
installation outside Masyaf.

You.

Yes.

Me.

- I was just trying to scare him.
- You shot him in the back.

It was a mistake. No!

It was a choice.

And for every choice,
there's a price.

So the price is you killing
me with this virus?

No.

There's no virus.

We have the information
you murdered Jay for.

We have your son,

and we have you.

I'm not killing you, Ahmed,

but believe me,

your life is over.

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

I wish you'd relax, criminal.

Wears me out just
looking at you.

Just tell me you got something.

Whoever it is tried to kill you was
working with a dirty-ass guard.

Well, what's his name?
Hold on now.

Before I provide that
information, you need...

Quit with the games. You
tell me his name now.

Easy now. I'm trying to
protect both of us here.

Can't have you broadcasting a guard's
name over the visiting room phone.

Okay?

Just write down what you
want your boyfriend to know.

I'll make sure it gets delivered.
Works better for both of us.

Sorry.

Yeah, well,

place changes all of
us sooner or later.

Looks like sooner for you.

[ Door Buzzes ]

Now you see why I
never wear orange.

You look beautiful.

I'm gonna get you out.
I promise you that.

And we're... We're getting close.

The C.I.A.... I love
you too, Michael.

We don't have much time. I
don't wanna talk about that.

You know what I was thinking
about the other day?

That little dingy bar in
Belfast... the Black Sand Pub.

You mean where we met.

And I made the
mistake of asking...

[ Irish Accent ] "Would
you like to dance?"

Then you pulled a
snub-nose revolver on me.

That I did.

And you said... "I
assume that means yes."

[ Woman ] * Take my hand and
I will pull you through *

[ Chattering, Low ]

* The light is gone, but I
am still here with you *

* And can you feel me *

* Feel my reach? *

* Oh, honey, take it easy *

* Honey, just feel **

** [ Fades ]

[ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

Excuse me, sir.
You dropped that.

No, I didn't. Yes, you did.

[ Fiona's Voice ] Michael, someone
is trying to have me killed in here.

On the back of this note, you'll find the name
and address of a guard who's working with them.

Do what you can. Please hurry.