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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.

I'm gonna get you out.

We got a lead.

If I get Anson, would that be
enough to get Fiona out of jail?

It's a start.

- I can be done with you now. - Maybe you
should go ahead and pull that trigger.

You can just add me to that list of bodies
you've been dropping... Shut up! I said shut up!

I work for Anson because if
I don't, my brother dies.

Rebecca, listen to me.
You hate Anson.

You hate him at least as much as we do.
I saw it in your eyes.

Help us take Anson down.

- We'll keep your brother safe.
- Sorry, Sam. It's too late.

I know what it's like to save someone close to
you by selling your soul a piece at a time.

But there's only one way
to finish this for good.

We have to take him
down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong. There's
nothing I won't do.

[ Michael Narrating ] In many ways,
being a spy is just like any other job.

You get a paycheck, go to
meetings, return phone calls.

And if your supervisor invites you to a
fancy lunch without telling you why,

it's either very good
news or very bad.

You're 30 seconds late.

My training officer would have booted
you out of the Agency for that.

Tell you what. I'll
make it up to you.

Drinks are on me.

- Why don't you tell me why I'm here?
- Wow.

I forgot how much fun you are.

There is news on your whole "get
Fiona out of jail" project.

Why do I get the feeling there's
a "but" at the end of this?

There always is, isn't there? The C.I.A.
would like her to prove...

that she is a friend of the Agency before
they're willing to talk terms of a deal.

- "A friend of the Agency."
- Relax, Michael.

They just want her
arms supplier.

That wasn't what we
talked about, Card.

Well, the consensus was that your
panties would be in a bunch over this.

That's why I'm here to see you personally.
That's why I'm buying you $18 drinks.

And it's why I can
tell you this.

I can still make this happen.

But I need you and
her to play ball.

And I need you to
help convince her.

- Do I have a choice?
- Not really.

Not if you ever want to see your girlfriend again
without a pane of glass between the two of you.

Well, I guess then, I'm in.

Sam, there are chairs inside, you
know, where it's not 100 degrees.

Yeah, I'm giving Rebecca some space. I'm
kinda terrified of that look in her eyes...

when things aren't
going her way.

Still haven't found her brother?

Yeah, I'm all buddied out, Mike.

I mean, F.B.I.,
N.S.A., Interpol.

The whereabouts of Mr. Trent
Lang are a mystery to us all.

Is she still keeping everything
close to the vest? Yeah.

She won't say anything about where he
disappeared from or what spooked him,

so for all I know, the guy wandered into
the wrong section of Bed Bath & Beyond.

- All right, I'll go talk to her.
- Good luck with that, brother.

Rebecca, we need to talk
about your brother.

You can't find him, can you?

I seem to remember sparing
your life so you could.

You haven't given
us much to go on.

I already told Sam I'm not letting
you gamble with my brother's life.

This thing with
Trent is delicate.

And I'm telling you that I
specialize in delicate situations.

Try me.

[ Sighs ] Fine.

Let's just say there are some very
dangerous people after Trent.

Anson found out where
Trent is hiding.

And he said that if I don't do his bidding,
he'll tell these people where Trent is.

Finding your brother might
not be the only answer.

These very dangerous people
might be a good start.

I'm asking you to trust me.

How can I do that?

How do I know you'll
keep your promise?

Until he met me, Anson Fullerton was
running an international conspiracy...

with hundreds of operatives
and billions of dollars.

And then I swore to take him down. Now
he's off hiding in some spider hole...

under an assumed name, and
you're all he has left.

So you go ask him if
I keep my promises.

Last time I saw my brother
was in that club.

He liked to dance? He tended bar?
I need a little more here.

Trent was hired to do payroll.

A few months in, he figured out it was
just a front for a criminal syndicate.

[ Michael ] He tipped off
the cops and slipped town.

Yeah. The police busted the
boss for racketeering.

That's Wes Foster. It was
his dad who went to prison.

So Wes took over the
family business.

And he's picked up a new hobby,
which is hunting my brother.

He's been offering
rewards, bribing cops.

Son of a bitch is obsessed.

Well, you've seen him. Still not
hearing any brilliant solutions.

One step at a time. First I
need to figure out a way in.

Good luck. Wes's organization is huge,
but since the bust, it's family only.

There's always a way in.

You just have to
know your target.

Are you sure you're sure, Mike?

- I mean, Rebecca...
- She needs our help.

Her brother didn't do anything wrong.
We're doing this.

I don't know, Mike. You got...

three states' worth
of gang members here.

I mean, you can't
get 'em all busted.

Maybe the old torch-and-pitchfork
routine would work, huh?

You know? Round up some villagers.
[ Chuckles ]

Just brainstorming.

Forget the whole gang.
This comes down to Wes.

If we convince him it was someone
else who got his father busted,

Rebecca's brother
is off the hook.

I just need an approach.
Okay, well, check this out.

Wes's dad, Hank,
died in prison...

six months ago of
a heart attack.

But his old cellie... He's in a work
release program in Tallahassee.

[ Michael ] He'd be a walking
encyclopedia on Wes's dad.

We get some background info...

I could approach Wes as
Hank's prison buddy.

You're fine making the
trip up to Tallahassee?

- You'll have backup.
- [ Sighs ]

You haven't lived till you've spent a
midsummer road trip with Nate Westen.

Me and Nate versus the ex-con?
Seriously?

Time is tight. I need to stay here and make
the approach as soon as we've got some info.

Hey, if you want, you
can babysit Rebecca.

I'll go with Nate. No. No. No.

Thank you. Bring on the ex-con.

[ Michael Narrating ] Unlike
criminals, spies are trained...

to work with their captors to
negotiate their own release.

In most cases, it simply requires
staying calm, relaxed...

and being as helpful
as possible.

Of course it's a lot more difficult when
the person standing across from you...

is someone you hate.

I realize that working with us is
more akin to a shotgun wedding...

than a romantic courtship,
but you have done it before.

Well, that was for
Michael, not you.

I get it. You're not joining
my fan club anytime soon.

It's sad, but I've come to terms with it.
Listen to me carefully, please.

The deal that Michael
Westen's been offered...

has a solid shot to
get you out of here.

I'm just trying to help.
Last time you helped me,

you pulled Michael out of Ireland
without so much as a good-bye.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we go
ahead and focus on the present, okay?

Peruse that.

You want my help bringing
down Greyson Miller.

Putting him out of business would make
certain Middle Eastern allies happy,

which would make
the Agency happy,

which could make you very happy.

It's just a great big...

circle of bliss.

Do you love it?

What does Michael
say about all this?

I'll be honest with you.

At first he wasn't thrilled
with this proposition,

but he realizes that this
deal is your ticket home.

And that's where he
wants you... home.

Fine. I'll do it.

I need to make arrangements
to reach Greyson.

Let's get into it then.

I need you to call
Michael's mother...

and tell her to bring
the picture frame...

that I gave her last year.

A photo frame.

I don't want to know, do I?

Got it.

Next time we drive 500
miles to interrogate...

some dead guy's ex-cellmate,
we're taking my car.

I mean, these seats are
as hard as a park bench.

This is a high-performance
machine, Nate, okay?

Could your car have got us here in less than
six hours? [ Chuckles ] I don't think so.

At least I wouldn't have to
listen to five hours of Queen.

Now you're gonna dog my playlist.
It's shrilly.

If by "shrilly," you mean
angelic, then I agree with you.

Wait a minute. Look who's here.

Here we go.

[ Jesse ] Excuse me.

Excuse me. Whatever you're
selling, I don't want any.

You Butch McCall? How you doing?
Ben Wexler.

This is my associate, Sam Baum.

We're with the National Institute
of Prisoner Psychology.

We're going around conducting
interviews with former inmates.

- We just need about... - Not interested.
Now get lost.

Now, Mr. McCall, you should know that anyone
who participates in the study will receive...

$500, sir. $500.

- And that's in your pocket, cash.
- $500.

So now all you got to do is answer some
questions about your old cellmate.

I believe his name
is Hank Foster.

You have me confused with
somebody who gives a damn!

Now get lost.

Hey!

- [ Electric Crackling
] - [ Jesse ] Oh, boy!

Oh!

[ Grunts ]

[ Crackling ] [ Groans ]

[ Crackling ] [ Groaning ]

Okay, no, that's good.
Okay, that's...

Someone just got their first
lesson in cattle prod safety.

Two hands, dude. Two hands.

Two hands.

[ Coughing ]

How you feeling, Butch?
[ Sighs ]

Still tingles a
little bit, right?

Who the hell are you people?

That's a good question. Um, I guess
technically we are researchers, right?

We're just not from the national institute
of whatever the hell I said. That was a lie.

We just have a few questions
about your old cellmate.

Anyone who been in the joint know you
don't snitch about anything to anyone.

Right, right. What happens in Union
Correctional stays in Union Correctional.

Look, man, we're not the cops.

We just want to know a little more about
Hank, okay? His likes, his dislikes,

his habits, his thoughts
on global warming.

Yeah, and what if I decide to tell
you to kiss my ass? Then what?

Just remember, you're protecting a dead
guy. I mean, is it really worth it?

[ Sighs ]

You still offering the 500?

Well, that depends on how
helpful you're feeling.

He said the prison gangs
left him alone after that.

So, Hank's cell was at this end.

He used to play backgammon with the dudes from
his cellblock at these tables right here.

The laundry room was
over here at this end.

That's where Hank had
his heart attack.

Great. Anything else?

Um, nope.

I think that pretty much brings
Skype story time to an end.

You should pack up and get out
of there as fast as you can.

Will do. Hey, Mike.

He said Hank was one tough bastard, so
I doubt his son's gonna be a pushover.

- You sure you got enough info to
sell your cover? - I'll make it work.

[ Michael Narrating ] Selling a
cover as a former convict...

is about the little things,

the habits you learn in prison.

Things like wearing
shoes without laces,

refusing to make
direct eye contact...

and asking permission before
doing even the most basic task.

[ All Laughing ]

I'm sorry. I don't... I...

I was hoping to speak with Mr.
Foster, if that's okay.

I don't mean to intrude.
It's a little late for that.

The name's Freddie Kupfer.

I was in your dad's backgammon
club, you know, upstate.

I was hoping that we could
privately conversate.

We're already
conversing privately.

You just haven't said anything yet.
Fair enough.

Your dad wanted me to give you a message when
I got out. It's about how he got pinched.

Oh, damn it, Wes. Don't let
this guy ruin our meal.

What, you running some sort of
scam, looking for a handout?

No scam, nope.

Although Hank did say that you might be
able to slide me some start-up cash,

like you did for your Uncle
David when he got out.

Was that supposed to be on the D.L.?
Sorry.

Why don't you tell
me what my dad said,

and I'll decide what it's worth.

Your dad said, "Wes needs to
know he's chasing the wrong guy.

It wasn't Trent that
dropped the dime."

[ Michael Narrating ] When making
an approach, solid intelligence...

is often just a starting point.

Scam or not, it sure
sounds like a fairy tale.

Gauging the different reactions of
your target and those around him...

can help you fill in the blanks.

While you may already know how
a man feels about his dad...

Seriously? You're...
You're kicking me out?

Hank said that you two were tight.
Hank said that you were just like him.

Keeping your eyes open can also tell
you about how that man's wife...

really felt about
her father-in-law.

I'll tell you another
thing he said.

He said his champ would
be all over this,

though he didn't think the wife
would let you off the leash.

[ Man ] Come on. Let's go.

Rob.

Hold on a second.

Are you serious, Wes?
Get rid of this loser.

Let me handle it.

- You should watch your mouth. - These
were Hank's words, not mine. I apologize.

- Speak fast. - All right. There
was this ex-D.A., paper pusher,

doing time with us.

Some of the other guys would
work him over pretty good.

He let slip that the cops had
a secret informant on you,

someone you didn't
even know about.

That's all you got? Sorry.
That's not enough.

Wait, wait. That's all I got?
Who said that's all I got?

He also said there was a file. A file
in some warehouse in Overtown, I think,

that should tell you
who the snitch is.

And how do I get
to see this file?

You could ask nicely. But I
could also offer my services...

as a procurement specialist.

A thief. Yeah. I got it. Thanks.

Fine. You got a job.

You earn your keep, the
pay is pretty good.

But if you're playing some game,
I will bury your ass alive.

I'll tell you what. If
I don't come through,

I'll grab a shovel
and help you dig.

Okay, how many of
these have I had?

'Cause it sounded like you just promised Wes
you're gonna bust into a police storage facility,

and I know you're
not brain damaged.

I had to offer him something.

Wes needs proof, and he's not gonna
believe me unless he has to work for it.

Anson kills my brother if
this isn't done delicately.

- Getting arrested is not an option.
- Nobody's getting arrested.

I just need you two to plant a
file for Wes and me to find.

And I will handle
this delicately.

Okay, Mike, I can backdate some C.I.A.
payment invoices...

and fudge some operation
status reports.

- Who we settin' up?
- Just say "unnamed informant."

And point everything
away from Trent.

Let Wes spend the rest of his
life tearing his team apart...

trying to figure out
who betrayed him.

There you have it. Go, team.

Why don't you just promise him a
walk on the moon while you're at it?

If that will prevent them from hunting
your brother, it's on the table.

Don't get him started. I don't
have any buddies at NASA.

This place is amazing.
Bro, wow! I mean...

It reminds me of that movie where the
ex-con gets mistook for a rich guy,

and there's a cowboy hat,
and there's a monkey that...

- Oh, actually, I think that was a TV show.
- I didn't see it.

It means you're doing
good for yourself.

- What can I say? My wife has good taste.
- Hmm.

Seriously, you couldn't have
met up at the nightclub?

Cut him some slack.
He's a guest.

[ Metal Clangs ]

Sorry. That... That just...

Well, tell your "guest" not
to touch anything else.

I have a friend who can fix this. He owns
a machine shop. Don't worry about it.

It's better if you stay out
of her way for now. Come on.

I didn't put all this up overnight.
This is years of blood and sweat.

You saying this is all for nothing?
It's the cops.

It's how they do it. You're busy,
uh, chasing this, uh, Trent guy...

while the real informant
gets to breathe easy.

Which would mean this is all lies.
Not lies.

You know how when
we were in school,

when you put your name
on the smart kid's test?

I did.

This stuff happened.
It just wasn't Trent.

If my dad knew about this,
why didn't he say anything?

Well, why didn't he
talk to our lawyers?

He was putting it all together,
but then his heart stopped.

Maybe he would have told you,

but you didn't visit him the last
few months he was on the inside.

Tell me about this
police warehouse.

I got a guy who
works at city hall.

He mops the floors.

Now, when we were kids, he...
He blew his pinky clean off.

We used to call him...
This is not the point.

He was able to pull the blueprints
and the work schedules.

Now, if we enter the warehouse
here, between swing shifts,

we'll be able to grab the files
and bolt, less than a minute.

And you're sure that
file will be there.

I have never been sure-er.

[ Michael Narrating ] Budget constraints
force most government offices...

to manage their data using rigid,
out-of-date filing systems.

The constant glitches and lack of technical
support give you a great opportunity...

to sidestep the normal
rules and procedures.

How you doing there? Uh, this little
devil didn't get back into the file box.

Case number 0-8-5-2-9-7-9.

Can you make sure it finds its way
back home? Thanks, man. Appreciate it.

[ Screen Beeps ]

Case is closed. Doesn't say
anything about new files.

Ah, well, it'll be under
Detective Finley.

- Should come up in a few hours.
- Or next June. You know how it is.

Sorry. Can't file this without
proper authorization.

Of course, if you run into someone who
insists on doing things by the book,

you better know how to bend
those same rules in your favor.

Okay, listen, uh, we need your help
here, see, 'cause I'm... An idiot.

An idiot who's gonna
get us both suspended.

Well, I need
supervisor approvals.

Hey, eyes up here, little man.

He's already on my bad side. And if
you don't want to end up there too,

you'll quit looking down my
shirt and take the damn file.

I... I wasn't, ma'am.

You can't bend the rules for your precious
file room, but sexual harassment's okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay. I'll file it.
Just go.

[ Chuckles ] You
know, you're, uh...

If you say "pretty when you're
angry," I'll break your jaw.

No, I was gonna go
with "terrifying."

[ Door Unlocks, Opens ]

Look who I found in
the visitors center.

Hi.

Honey, what happened?

[ Fiona ] It's fine.
It's nothing.

It's good to see you.

You too.

Hmm. Well, you'll be
home soon, right?

That's what this is all about, isn't it?
Getting out of here?

And the quicker we get going, the faster she'll
be eating some of your world-famous meat loaf.

Would you back off?

I am just concerned with national
security, Fiona's freedom...

and getting a dangerous
gunrunner off the street.

But by all means,
you take your time.

Is he always like this? Yeah.

Did you bring it? Yeah.

I hope this is still
what you're looking for.

Um, I deleted some pictures of
you and Michael on the beach.

Nate kept sending all these photos of the baby,
and I needed to make some room. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

There are no secret
messages in my photos.

Encrypted data card.

Basically just a phone
book for all my contacts.

Should I, uh, be running a metal detector
over the throw pillow you gave me?

[ Chuckles ] Uh, no. No,
that was just a pillow.

All right then.

This little toy will
make it seem...

as though your call is coming
from your very own cell phone...

somewhere in South Miami.

My operative's in place. You
just get Greyson to the meeting.

Officially, Fiona Glenanne was never
arrested, so Greyson should buy it.

Greyson will want
to do this his way.

It would be a lot easier if you'd
let me handle him in person.

The warden's not gonna
be too eager...

for you to be having an afternoon
stroll all by yourself.

We're gonna use my operative.

I brought you a cheat sheet, so you
can get all the details just right.

Can I take my frame back now?

I wish you would. Uh-huh.

Fiona, let's make that call.

Speakerphone, please.

- [ Phone Beeping
] - [ Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Glenanne.

- Been a while.
- I've been out of the country.

I need to put some
cash together.

The last shipment that I bought
from you... I need to sell it back.

All right. Five grand.

Five? It's worth 10 times that.

Okay. How does...
five grand sound?

You're a bastard.
Did you know that?

Well, sounds like
you're in a bind.

- Take it or leave it. - Fine.

My associate,

Steven Delprete, will meet you.

Don't know him. Won't
work with him.

It's you or Michael, or no deal.

Fine. Michael, then.

I'll text you the details.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

Sounds like a barrel of laughs.

Would you like to tell
Michael, or should I?

You need the number? No. I have
Michael's number right here.

Look, I won't be able to stop
the alarm from going off,

so we'll have about a minute before
this place turns into cop central.

[ Vibrating ]

- This place is huge. There won't
be enough time. - [ Beeps ]

Just keep moving.
You'll be fine.

[ Metal Creaking ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Explosive breaching...

is usually the fastest
way into any building,

but it isn't exactly
the most subtle.

When a softer touch is required,
a compact hydraulic wedge...

can quickly pry a door away from its
frame without waking up the neighbors...

or singeing off your eyebrows.

Let's move. Clock's tickin'.

- [ Alarm Ringing ] - [ Michael
] Precinct 2-3-4, right?

Looks like it's
organized by year.

Okay. 0-8-5-2-9-7-9. The song I've
been singing for the last three years.

What are you doing? Just take the
whole box. [ Alarm Continues ]

- I got to make sure the file's here.
- Well, hurry up!

Back off, and keep
watch, will you?

Gotcha.

Time's up. We got company.

[ Gun Cocks ]

Back up. Back up. He'll see us.

I'll take care of it. No, no, no, no.
No way.

You know why I only spent five years in jail?
It's 'cause I didn't point my gun at anybody.

I'm not gonna have
him seeing my face.

[ Clattering ]

[ Guard Gasps ]

Don't fight it. Don't fight it.
Relax.

[ Groaning ]

See? He didn't see your face.
Happy?

Let's just get the
hell out of here.

Yeah.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Oh, that doesn't look
promising at all.

What are we doing up here?

Oh, I thought you'd
like the view.

You don't know anything
about cops, do you?

They have to search the whole
building before they come up here.

Just calm down and let me think.

Yeah? I think we're screwed.

[ Michael ] You're the one who was
taking your sweet time in there.

They're everywhere. I say we go back down
and grab the guard that you choked down.

- At least we have a hostage that way.
- And risk being spotted?

The only thing going for us right
now is we haven't been seen yet.

That cat's gonna be out
of the bag pretty quick.

Fastest way back to the
car is straight ahead.

All we gotta do is get the cops to move.
I have a buddy who lives around here.

Creating distractions is... Well,
let's just say it's his... Hey.

Uh, Chuck? Yeah, yeah, it's me.
Listen, I'm gonna cut right to it.

I have a little
bit of a problem.

Yeah, no kidding, Mike. What
the hell's going on in there?

Look, I'm at that cop record place
around the corner from you.

Look, I set off these
big air raid sirens.

Pigs haven't seen us yet.
How much time do you got?

Well, we're on the roof.
I'd say maybe 10 minutes.

So I need you to create a big
distraction on the northwest corner.

Give the cops something
else to think about.

Yeah, we're on it.
Sit tight, buddy.

[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Rebecca ] Great. Now
what are we gonna do?

I thought Mike knew what he was doing, huh?
This is a disaster.

Don't get ahead of yourself.
It's only a pre-disaster.

Now, look, Mike wants
a distraction, right?

So we'll set off an alarm
in the impound yard.

The cops will think Mike
escaped the building.

Brilliant. So we get chased
by the cops instead.

I didn't say the
plan was perfect.

[ Sirens Continue ]

What are you doing?
What's that for?

It's one of those
friendship bracelets.

What's it look like? It's
our way off the roof.

I thought you said you had a buddy...
He's gonna give us an opening.

And when he does, we're gonna have
to get down as quick as we can.

Like gym class, all right?

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Not a good time.

Michael, I've been calling you.
I need your help.

- What's going on?
- It's this thing Card wants me to do.

Fi, he is trying to help you.
Yeah, I know.

The problem is, Greyson will
only make the deal with you.

Can you meet him this afternoon?

I'm kind of in a tough spot right now.
Can we do it tomorrow?

No, he won't budge.
It's now or never.

Fi?

So quiet. Must be serious.

- Yeah, I, uh... - Michael, I understand.
It's okay.

I'll get it done. I
know you'll try,

but you can't be
everywhere all the time.

I wish I was there
to back you up.

That's enough. Look, I hate to interrupt
this lovefest. We only have one shot here.

So I need you to abandon whatever reindeer
games you're currently involved in...

and get on this.

I'm going as fast as I can.
[ Beeps ]

You got time to make phone calls now?
Who the hell was that? Just a girl,

on-again, off-again,
jail-again...

Long story that we
don't have time for.

[ Barking ]

[ Michael Narrating ] The
mistake people make...

in trying to deal
with a guard dog...

is trying to deal
with a guard dog.

A well-trained German Shepherd
can run nearly 30 miles an hour,

jump about five
feet vertically...

and bite with more than
500 pounds of pressure.

[ Barking Continues ]

All right. Ladies first.

You're such a gentleman. Yeah?

Wait till you get the bill
to repair my trunk liner.

[ Barking ]

[ Grunting ]

Trying to distract a dog
may seem like a good idea,

but it usually just delays getting
attacked by a few seconds.

The best strategy is to stay
as far away as possible,

and, if you can, put some solid
steel between you and the animal.

- [ Rebecca ] Get in there. That dog
looks hungry. - [ Barking Continues ]

All right, all right, all right.

Oh. Nice.

Yeah, thanks for that.

What are you, a size 12?

- Eleven. - [
Barking Continues ]

Still remember what you're
doing there, grandpa?

Trust me. Best hands east of the
Mississippi. Just give me one second.

Okay, maybe two. [ Sighs ]

- [ Engine Starts ]
- There we go.

- Buckle up. - [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Muffled Shouting ] [ Banging ]

That's not gonna keep those
cops back much longer.

Don't worry. Here comes the cavalry.
[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Shouting ]

And there they go.
Run, little piggies!

[ Sirens Wailing ]

- You ready? - Ready.

- [ Banging ] - [ Shouting ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

We got nothing up here.

[ Grunts ] Walk in
the park, right?

Let's get the hell out of here.

I don't see any cops. Once we get out
of Overtown, we're as free as a bird.

Maybe we should ditch
your ride, just in case.

We have a better chance of
getting caught car hopping...

than we do motoring through.

What are you worried about? In
15 minutes, you'll be home,

enjoying some alone
time with that file.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Yeah. Hey.

Michael, please tell
me you're on your way.

Working on a couple more kinks.

Huh. Well, that doesn't
sound very promising.

I must tell you your extracurriculars
are getting in the way of my operation.

I'm trying to.

Remember what I told you in
training about the verb "to try"?

How much time do I have?
An hour, max.

Michael, if you want us
to close up shop here,

you just say the word because...

I just don't think it's fair
to Fiona to get her hopes up.

No, don't pull the plug.
I'll... No more calls.

Got it? Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just my bookie.

- I'm in a big hole with him. One more
job, and I... - Worry about this job first.

What are you worried about? We're miles away
from the cops. My buddy took care of us.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Damn it.

If we don't lose them now,
it's gonna get ugly real fast.

Try the first side street after 23rd.
Duck into the housing projects.

- You sure it's not a dead end this time?
- That wasn't my dead end.

It was your wrong turn.

Whoa!

Sam!

Yelling isn't helping.
Then get us out of here.

Hey, you want to drive?
Come on over.

They get much closer, I'm
gonna have to start shooting.

All right. I got an idea, but
you're not gonna like it.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Hey, Sam. - Yeah, hey, Jesse.

Please tell me you're
still at the loft.

- [ Tires Squealing ] - I was
just leaving. What's up?

Oh, great. Listen, uh, I got
a bit of a cop problem.

- You know the speedboat that's
docked down by the river? - Yeah.

Yeah, I need you to get that and meet me
under the port bridge, you know, like, now.

You got it, Sammy.

- Did you say, "under the bridge"?
- Yeah. Hope you can swim.

[ Michael Narrating ] More often
than not, high-speed chases end...

with the fleeing driver in handcuffs
or in a bed at the hospital.

Escaping with your freedom and the
ability to use both of your legs...

means making a getaway the cops
aren't prepared to deal with.

Okay, running out of real estate.
You ready?

We die, it's on
you, Evel Knievel.

Well, if we make it, mojitos
are on you, sweetie.

[ Both Yelling ]

[ Shouting ]

- [ Officers Shouting ] -
[ Sam ] Good job, Jesse.

- Did I come through with this, bro,
or did I come through? - You're right.

It says the cops had a different informant.
It's not Trent.

I told you. Hey, I gotta go.

You got a lot of things to work
out, lot of things to figure out.

Oh, there's nothing
to figure out.

There's only one person that could
have given the cops this much info.

But there's no way.
Can't be right.

- If it's in the file, I don't know how you
argue with that. - You don't understand.

Everything in this file
points to my wife.

[ Michael Narrating ] When your target
draws a conclusion you're not ready for,

you play along if it helps
you get the job done.

Sometimes it makes wrapping
up a mission quick and easy.

No, I don't buy it.

And other times, it makes
your job that much harder.

Damn, this must be
difficult for you.

But I think you gotta
start facing the facts.

Donna has been with me forever.
She's my whole life.

Why would she do this?

Well, with your old man gone, maybe
she wanted to move up the food chain.

Hey, you have to admit, the
shoe fits pretty damn good.

Now I know why she gave
me such an icy reception.

This isn't possible. There has
to be some kind of explanation.

You're starting to
make excuses for her?

You sound like my mom when she
got in a fight with my old man.

"Oh, he didn't mean it.
He loves us."

You gonna forget that your dad
died in prison because of her?

You have to remember that, bro.

I have been saving
this bullet...

for the person who sent my dad away...
Hollow-point, nine-millimeter.

- You want me to use this on my wife?
- No, you're smarter than that.

You kill her, you go to jail.
Don't kill her.

Just... kick her ass out.
Don't look back.

- I can't. - You have to.

You have to think about all the wasted
hours you spent chasin' the wrong guy!

You have to think about the pain she
caused you. You have to do this for you.

You have to do this for your dad. You
have to finish what you started, bro.

I'm gonna talk to her.

I'm gonna sort this out.

Ah, the outdoor speakers are busted again.
I got to get...

Don't take another step.
We got to talk, right now.

[ Chuckles ] Wes, quit
screwing around. What...

I'm serious.

What the hell's going on?
Explain something to me, Donna.

Why do I have a file that says you've
been feeding info to the cops?

Why does it say that Trent was a damn
goose chase? Explain that to me!

What? Hold on.

Honey, where are you
getting all of this?

What, from your
new friend there?

- What's it matter?
- Hey, this is crazy.

Think about it.

Ever crossed your mind that
this guy is playing you?

He could be working for
Trent for all you know.

Look at you, always spinning a story,
trying to wiggle your way out of this.

Okay, who the hell do
you think you are?

Wes, how long have
we been together?

I love you. I would
never do this to you.

What, that son of a bitch comes
in, and... and everything changes?

- He's not even family.
- Family?

You don't think watching his dad's back in
the joint for three years makes me family?

Breakin' my parole?

Baby.

Look, Wes, this is your move.
You know what to do.

And if you don't, maybe you're not
the man your dad thought you were.

Wes.

Get her out of here.

I never want to see her here again.
What?

Baby, come on! Baby,
this is crazy!

Come on! Baby! [ Crying ]

All this crap. Some detective
I turned out to be.

You figured it out. You
just needed a co-detective.

- I gotta jet. - Hey.

Anything you need, you just ask.

I might take you up on that.

[ Rapid Beeping ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Beeps ] Here I, uh...

I thought you forgot
all about us.

Well, I'm fine. Thanks. Where am I
going for this meet with Greyson?

Grove Key Marina. And don't
bother stopping for a snack.

You only have 30 minutes to get the guns,
and you still need to get wired up.

Tell Fi I'm on my way.

[ Beeps ] News flash.

Turns out your boyfriend
can be everywhere at once.

Sadly, that means my evening
is also spoken for.

I can't wait to meet
this Greyson in person.

- You boys have fun. - I'm sure
it'll be a blast. Listen, I, um...

I went ahead and took the liberty
of getting you some takeout...

Thai, I think, or...

I... I can't remember,
but whatever it is,

I'm sure it's a lot better than
what you get in this dump.

You think a little lousy takeout
is gonna make me forgive you?

Forgive... me?

Forgive me for pulling every
single string at the Agency...

to get you out of here?

Or is this still about Ireland?

Because if it is, let me
straighten you out on that score.

Michael's cover was
about to be blown.

He wouldn't leave... you.

Forget about the fact that if he stayed,
you'd both be dead right now, or worse.

And would you, uh... [ Chuckles ]

Would you like to venture a guess just
exactly who dropped everything...

and flew halfway around the world to
make sure that that didn't happen?

So, for all the
happy memories...

that you have made so far
with Michael Westen...

The fun, the
excitement, the, uh...

The felonies...

You... are... welcome.

I rush across town
to make this deal,

and Greyson doesn't bother
to show up on time?

Hey, you know what? It sure beats waiting
on pins and needles for you all day.

What can I say? I'm
in high demand.

How about you focus on the
prize there, maestro?

Shot at the buzzer only
counts if you drain it.

Uh-huh. And Greyson is
now headed your way.

Remember, he has to take receipt of
the guns before we move on him, yes?

You know, I was able to function in
the field for six years without you.

No joke, Michael. [ Chuckles ]
Best years of my life there, pal.

[ Beeps ]

Michael Westen. Almost didn't
recognize you without the suit.

Laundry day. Where's
my five grand?

Answer something for me first.

Oh, is this an
interrogation or a deal?

[ Greyson ] That's the thing. I
haven't heard from Fiona for months,

and then, boom, deal
of the century?

You know when something
seems too good to be true.

Come on, now, Michael. Fi's
counting on you. Bring it home.

Oh, you think this is a setup?
Crossed my mind.

If I was working with the cops,

they would have already stormed in here
the moment you pulled a gun on me.

I don't hear any sirens.

Fair point.

Still, I'm curious why Fi's in such
a hurry to off-load these guns.

- She's trying to buy me off.
- What are you talking about?

She skipped town. She headed
back to Ireland with this Brit.

Screwed me on a deal.

What can I say? At least
she pays her debts.

Well, at least she gets
you to pay her debts.

Well, look at that.

Michael Westen with
a broken heart.

[ Chuckles ] It kills me.
It really does.

I'll be crying into
my pillow tonight.

This should cheer
you up a little.

Guns are in the Charger.
Load 'em up.

That's our cue. Drop the hammer.
Go, go, go!

[ Tires Squealing ]

- [ Siren Blares
] - [ Man ] Hey!

You son of a... [ Groans ]

[ Men Shouting ]

You think Fi would
replace me with a Brit?

[ Bone Cracks ] [ Groans ] God!

You're dead, Westen.
You hear me?

Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Yeah, I know.

What do you say, Card?
Greyson is in cuffs.

Is that enough to make
the Agency happy?

Michael, take a breath,
for the love of God.

You are allowed to be human
every once in a while.

Answer the question, please.

Well, Michael, as
of 20 seconds ago,

Fiona got invited to the C.I.A.
company picnic.

She is an official asset.

Now it is up to you to apprehend
her "get out of jail free" card.

- Go get 'em, tiger.
- I'm working on it.

Hey, Mikey.

I think you've earned a couple beers
for working double duty today.

- Thanks. I'm not drinking.
- Well, neither is she.

I thought we were all
supposed to be friends now.

Doesn't matter. I guess
I can toast by myself.

Your brother is safe.

Are you sure? You don't think Wes
is still gonna come after him?

Wes found someone else to blame.
It's over.

[ Sighs ] Thank you. Um...

I don't really know what
else to say other than...

thank you.

Like I said, I always
keep my promises.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I suppose you want me to hold
up my end of the agreement now.

I've been supplying Anson with travel
documents and cash every couple of weeks.

I can tell you the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City...

where he's expecting
his next drop.

But there's something I
want from you first.

Just promise me when you finally
get that bastard in custody,

no deals, no negotiations,
no compromises.

Anson will get what he deserves.
I promise you that.