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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.

[ Gunshot ]

Nate!

I'm scared.

No.

Nate!

Nate's gone. No, he isn't!

Whatever leads the F.B.I. had on Nate's
murder are now in a sealed case file.

We don't have the shooter, but
we do have the sniper rifle.

The sale order shows the gun
landed at the Pryon Group.

It's a private
security firm upstate.

We have to get a meeting with the
guy who runs the Pryon Group.

He asked for a sniper cleared
on five different guns.

Did you think I wouldn't figure out
you're looking for Tyler Gray?

Tyler Gray?

[ Bullet Impacts ]

[ People Screaming ]

Who's Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?

[ Michael Narrating ] Whenever you get a
fresh piece of intelligence in the field,

you have to decide carefully who
you're going to share it with.

Because every asset you talk to, agency
you work with, and resource you update...

brings along a new
set of problems.

Michael, what the hell
were you thinking,

- bringing the C.I.A. into this?
- Fi. I guess Sam told you.

Yeah, well, I guess he's not as comfortable
lying to me as some people are.

This is a huge mistake, Michael.
A huge mistake.

I didn't have a choice here.
I had to.

We hit a wall, and I
needed the resources.

You know as well as I do their
resources come with strings.

And every time we involve them,
everything gets more complicated!

Fi, you suggested
I call the C.I.A.

Well, that was before they
ruined Agent Pearce's career.

I'm sorry, Fi, but I'm not gonna let the
man who killed my brother get away.

I don't care who I
have to work with.

[ Sighs ]

How do you know
they can even help?

What makes you think they can
find anything more than we have?

'Cause they already did. Card just
called me. I'm meeting him in an hour.

[ Door Opens ]

You... get me a dedicated
comm link up and going.

You... get me an upgraded grid of all
local law enforcement in the area.

And you get with D.O.D. and see
if we have eyes in the sky.

- And you... come with me.
- What do you have?

I took your Tyler Gray file,
gave it to one of my tech geeks.

They fed the specs into the F.B.I.,
C.I.A., Interpol database.

Nearly 1,000 partial
matches came back...

Photos of people who shared even
the tiniest detail with Gray.

A thousand? That's a big
pond to be fishing in.

I tasked some low-level
gremlins at the N.S.A....

to use one of their
supercomputers...

to scour every shred of
video on the global system.

In just under 27 hours,

pay dirt.

This is a munitions warehouse
in San Miguelito, Panama.

At 2:59 a.m., this
gentleman breaks in,

steals several weapons, including
a Barrett sniper rifle,

a known favorite
of... Tyler Gray.

Same guy flies out of Newark
using a different name...

three hours after your
brother Nate was murdered.

- Now for the glamour shot.
- [ Typing ]

[ Sighs ]

Won't you please say hello to the
man who murdered your brother Nate?

What do you mean, I don't
get a tactical team?

Tom, the man killed my brother.

This can't come as a galloping
shock to you, Michael.

The C.I.A. was pulled
off this investigation.

What about all those
people in the bull pen?

Are you telling me they're
not Agency resources?

Do you not understand
that in this office,

I can tell any
story that I want?

And as far as they know, we're
investigating a weapons theft.

That is, unless, of course, one
were to actually go down to Panama.

Then you'd get the truth
pretty darn quick.

What does that mean?

It means the only people
I can send down there...

are already read in...

You, Jesse Porter,
Fiona Glenanne...

and, uh, Mr. Chin,
whatever his name is.

Is that all you can give me?

I did get you one more person.
Who?

Brady Pressman.

He gets the invite,
as you'll see,

because he was in charge
of the capture team...

out of Langley that
was hunting Anson.

He took the failure
very personally and,

as a result, is quite motivated.

I don't need to bring along
some desk jockey from Langley.

Sorry, kid. You
don't get a choice.

He'll be down there to meet
you when you get there,

with all the toys
that I can send.

One more thing, Michael,
and it's important.

I'm way out on the skinny
branches on this one.

So whatever happens in Panama...

stays in Panama.

[ Michael On Phone ] Sam, I'll meet you guys
at the airport. I have to go do something.

Mom, the door was locked.

We haven't really talked
since the funeral.

But I've called.

Things are happening, things
that you need to know about.

We have to talk.

So? Talk.

I'm heading down to Panama.

Why?

Officially, I'm investigating
a weapons theft.

Unofficially, we found him.

The man that...

And if something happens to you?

The Agency is allowing me
to bring Jesse, Fi and Sam.

That means nothing
bad's gonna happen?

Well, I can call you.
I-I'll check in...

It's not good enough, Michael.
Nowhere near.

Who do I call when your
call doesn't come?

You tell me that.

I'm gonna give you the number
of Tom Card's secretary...

at the C.I.A.

Tell me, uh, Michael.

Why are you here, really?

I mean, since when do you stop by
and fill me in on C.I.A. secrets?

I was thinking that this in...

In a small way...

Just begin to start making up
for what happened to Nate.

Make up for it?

I don't... I don't know
what else to do here.

I-I know you blame me.

Not just you.

There's more than enough
blame to go around.

This is on everyone.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I don't want your apology!

Every mistake Nate ever made was
'cause he wanted to be like you.

He had no business being out there.
None!

But Nate...

I shouldn't have put
him in harm's way.

But you did,

and I did nothing to stop you.

And I can't take that back.

He only wanted to help you because
he knew how proud of you I was.

I was his mother,

and my job was to
protect him from you.

And I didn't do it.

No, please, just...

Please, no.

[ Jet Engines Whining ]

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

So, this is it, huh?
Casa, sweet casa?

I wouldn't say that. It's not exactly
one of your sugar mama's five-stars.

Yeah, well, this isn't
exactly a vacation.

Michael Westen? Brady Pressman.

- Sam Axe. - Yes, sir.

- Jesse Porter. - How you doing?

And you must be Fiona Glenanne.
Nice to meet you.

So you're the one the C.I.A.
has running this op?

On paper, yeah, but we're all
in this together, right?

I guess so.

- Did I say something?
- She's just jet-lagged.

The gear's already upstairs waiting
to be set up, so let's get to it.

[ Michael Narrating ] One of the most
popular bases for covert operations...

is an abandoned building.

Hotels and apartments have too many people
coming and going to base a long-term op.

You can buy a house,

but it's hard to buy something big
enough discreetly on short notice.

Find a building that's been condemned,
however, and you can move right in,

as long as you can find a
way to supply power...

and you don't mind
a little dust.

[ Brady ] Okay, everybody.
Here's what we got.

A guy fitting Gray's
description has been seen...

throwing around a lot of cash
in this area of San Miguelito.

Local assets helped track
him to this building.

That's our target.

The outer wall is
two feet thick.

To breach, we brought this.

To get that frame on that wall,

you're gonna need a
masonry drill bit.

Did you bring one? No need.

This baby's the newest
in speed frames.

Sticks to anything.

To cover the extraction,
we got an M110 rifle.

Oh, I'll happily take that.

Oh, that's, uh... I thought
they were still testing these.

They are. Official approval
comes down next month.

Thought you'd appreciate
a sneak preview.

Level-five body armor.

One for Jesse, one for Michael.

After Fiona blows the
wall, you two breach.

It's gonna be hard to clear a structure
that big with a two-man team.

- That's why we have these puppies.
- Is that a Corner Shot?

APR 5.56.

Shoot around tight corners
without someone covering you.

Question.

I know what we're doing, but I'm a little
unclear as to what it is you're doing.

I'll be in radio contact with
everyone, calling the plays.

So while we're risking our asses, you
hang back way behind the front line.

- Look, someone needs to...
- Okay. Good night, Michael.

Wow. She really doesn't like me.

It's not you, Brady. Don't
take it personally.

All right. Let's go over the
extraction step by step.

Start by approaching
the south wall.

Fiona will place
the charge here.

Sam will set up on this
third-story balcony.

We'll time our breach for noon.

Take him on foot
down this alley.

We'll put him in the car here and
take him directly to the airport.

All right, kids. Tomorrow's a
long day, so let's get to bed.

Fi, what are you doing up?

[ Sighs ] I couldn't sleep.

There's only one other place I've
ever seen the sky that color.

Over the Irish Sea.

I remember.

You have no idea how beautiful
you look right now.

[ Chuckles ]

Michael, I know I've
been difficult.

I don't have anything
against Brady.

It's just... This
is our business.

Nate was...

He was our family too.

We should be doing this alone,
without government manipulation.

We owe that much to Nate.

I didn't want Brady here either,
but he's doing his job,

and we owe it to Nate to
find his killer, period.

Okay.

Uh, Fi?

- An electrician at 6:00 a.m.
- Not just that.

It's an electrical truck parked
outside a building without any power.

We have a problem.

Everybody up! Everybody up, now!
Jesse, Sam!

[ Jesse ] What? What time is it?
[ Michael ] Time's up.

We've been made. [ Sam ]
What are you talking about?

Look outside.

- It's just an electrical truck.
- Courtyard's empty.

Red dots on the ground.

Laser sights.

Oh, crap. I hate it when
you're right, Mike.

Okay, we need an exit, or we're gonna
be hosting one hell of a fiesta.

Back door is covered. The stairs
aren't an option. We're trapped.

- How long before they breach? - If they
do a standard breach, about a minute.

They want a breach?
Let's breach.

We're going through the roof.

[ Grunts ]

[ Pounding ]

[ Michael ] Take cover.

[ Pounding Continues ]

- [ Men Shouting In Spanish ]
- Go!

They're in!

Let's go. Come on!

[ Shouting Continues ]

No-go on this side. They're
covering the alley.

Just a heads up... I'm not wearing
any shoes. This is gonna suck.

Look, if down ain't an option,
somebody better grow some wings quick.

The next building. If we can get over
to it, there's a parking garage.

We could steal a
car and drive off.

Oh, Mike, I don't know. Long
jump was never my event.

I think I can help
you with that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
With a running start,

the average adult can jump a
distance of about 10 feet.

The trick to clearing bigger gaps
is raising your launch point...

and making your
jump at full speed.

It's all about maximizing
your momentum,

which can make the difference
between a safe landing...

- [ Groans ] - and a
date with the pavement.

Try and roll when you land.

[ Michael ] Fi, you're next.

- [ Man Shouting In
Spanish ] - [ Pounding ]

Go! Go, go! Everyone, go!

[ Shouts, Groans ]

[ Sharp Groan ]

[ Brakes Screeching ]

- It's him! It's Gray!
- [ Brady ] Michael, no!

- [ Glass Shatters ] - Come on!

[ Fiona ] Michael!

Mike, they're coming through
that door any second!

We got to get out of here now!

[ Sam ] We swept the junkyard.
There's no one here.

How was it out there, Mike?
Perimeter's clear.

Yeah, but for how long?

Gray knows we're in Panama. He's
not gonna stop until he finds us.

Which means we gotta
find him first.

I'm sorry. I must have misheard.
You want to go find him?

I may not have a ton
of field experience,

but we're outgunned in a
foreign country, Michael.

We need to call in backup.

There's no time to
wait for backup.

Gray's merc forces could find us at
anytime. We have to hit them now.

What did we manage to bring?

One shotgun.

About 80 rounds for
the M110 rifle.

No M110 rifle.

SIG Sauer, two rounds.

Beretta, nine rounds.

Thirty feet of tactical
rope, two zip ties...

and this chunk of Styrofoam.

And in case anyone forgot,
not wearing any shoes.

Completely shoeless in Panama.

Okay, hang on. Look at this.

This scope was in my
pocket the whole time.

Right. We also have the scope to the
M110 rifle we still don't have.

We're not equipped
to go after Gray.

Look, it's just a matter of time before our
next encounter with Gray and his army.

- Wouldn't you rather it be on our terms?
- Absolutely.

That's why we got to
find the wasps' nest.

Now, Brady, you
know San Miguelito.

Jesse and I can help you
track down their H.Q.,

and we'll scout an attack. These
guys travel in armored S.U.V.'s.

Exactly what are we gonna
be attacking with?

We need to make use
of those M110 rounds.

I think we can put something
together that'll go boom.

You must be kidding.

When it comes to
explosives, I never kid.

[ Michael Narrating ] If you're building
ammunition to shatter reinforced glass,

you need something
harder than buckshot.

If you don't have a handful of diamonds
lying around, spark plugs will do.

Their ceramic casings
are nearly as hard.

Once you've dealt with the glass, you
have to deal with the people behind it.

A serviceable flash-bang
grenade can be made...

from a soda can filled with
aluminum shavings and gunpowder.

Not as stable as military-issue, but
it still packs one hell of a kick.

Fi, when you were talking
about Ireland earlier,

I hope you know I
miss that time too.

Michael, I don't need Ireland.

I want this.

A junkyard in Panama?

You and me working together.

Just us, the way it used to be.

And at the end of
the day, this...

This right here is
how it should be.

After I get Gray, I'll leave.

I'm out.

The C.I.A.?

Out of all of it.

Don't say that if
you don't mean it.

I do.

How does that sound?

Well, if we live long
enough to see that happen,

it sounds really good.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you give
a piece of intelligence to anyone,

even an ally, you never know what
they're going to do with it,

because even if you
completely trust that person,

you run the risk of them
taking that information...

and using it for
their own purposes.

Ma'am, are you sure you don't
want to sit while you wait?

No, I'm fine.

How much longer
will your boss be?

Mrs. Westen. Nice
of you to come by.

What can I do for you?
I'm here about my son.

Well, he's in the
field right now.

My other son.

Ah.

Well, on behalf of the entire agency,
we're very sorry for your loss.

I'm not here for your sympathy.

What are you here for?

Answers.

I want to know everything
that you know...

about the operation
that killed Nate.

Mrs. Westen, that's what we
call classified information.

It's an operation that one
of my boys died in...

and the other one ran.

I realize that.

And I wish I could
help you, but I can't.

Yes, you can.

And you will, or I'm going to cause
a scene right here, right now.

I know that you sent Michael on an
off-the-books mission to Panama.

I know what he's there for.

Unless you want that mission to be
suddenly very much on the books,

I suggest you cooperate.

You're blackmailing a C.I.A. officer
without batting an eyelash.

And here I thought Michael got all
his moxie from his papa bear.

Come.

Just to be clear,

I'm not supposed to share mission
specifics with civilians.

I'm giving this to you
because I trust Michael,

and I believe I can
trust you too.

I can keep a secret, believe me.

[ Michael Narrating ] Locating a group of
mercenaries in a third-world country...

isn't terribly difficult, because
they're very similar to street thugs.

They flaunt their presence.

So if you want to find an outfit,
it's as simple as asking around.

The question isn't
where they are.

It's what you're gonna
do when you find them.

[ Jesse ] You don't realize how much
broken glass there is on the street...

[ Groans ] until you're
not wearing any shoes.

Look at that. That
was in my foot.

So I asked around, and word is, these
are the guys that attacked us.

They're ex-military guns for
hire called Los Hermanos.

Really? That's the
best name they got?

They hire themselves out to smugglers,
drug gangs, murderers on the run.

I'm not looking forward to a
run-in with all that firepower.

Sam, let me see that
scope real quick.

What the hell are you doing?

What? Without a battery, the
digital display is useless.

- It's $50,000.
- Yeah, and now we can actually use it.

You're welcome.

[ Brady ] Oh, wow. That
does not look good.

That looks like one of
the worst places...

to stage a snatch-and-grab
in the western hemisphere.

[ Jesse ] All right. Okay.
So we don't do it there.

We do it right there.

[ Brady ] What about that
angry-looking guy down there?

[ Jesse ] Yeah, he's angry
looking, but he's only one guy.

Jesse's right. That street's our best bet for
grabbing Gray. We got to adios that guy.

We don't have a 20 on Gray. He might
be on his way back here right now.

Exactly. That's why we got to adios
Senor Angry muy, muy pronto.

Anybody got a genius idea?

I think I do. You guys head for
that alley right behind him.

I'm gonna go
shopping for a ride.

[ Groans ] Son of a bitch.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's
a popular misconception...

that guard duty is all
about watching for people.

In fact, people are usually a much
lower priority than vehicles.

A well-trained guard
will focus first...

on keeping the road clear and monitoring
suspicious cars in the vicinity,

which can give you a great
excuse to get up close.

Hey, buddy. Can you tell me
where the gas station is?

[ Spanish ]

What? I don't... No
understand-o, amigo.

American. I'm American.

Uh, gas-o zero-o.

[ Imitates Engine
Dying ] No más.

Dude! Is this where we are?
Are we here?

'Cause I made a
left on Castillo.

[ Screaming ]

[ Groans ]

[ Brady ] Get the... Get the gun!

Okay.

That worked out quite nicely.

What size shoe you
think he wears?

[ Sam ] Enjoy your
trash nap, pal.

Good timing. We just
finished cleaning up.

- You find a place to hit Gray? - Yeah. More
importantly, I got a new pair of shoes.

Oh. A Panamanian peep toe.
Très chic.

All right, so we got a
radio in the corner,

but I still don't see how
we're gonna capture Gray.

Here. These are filled
with ceramic fragments.

It should get us through the reinforced glass
of the S.U.V., but don't shake 'em too much.

We only had enough
to make three.

Fi will give Gray
a reason to stop.

If you could take out
the windows with those,

I should be able to deal with
the people inside with these.

Yeah, Mike, uh, how about
if I'm on flash-bang duty?

You're driving the getaway car, Sam.
I've got this.

I'm sure you do, brother, but it looks
like you also got a few broken ribs.

Sam, listen to me.
I'm hitting Gray.

I'm pulling him out of the car and
I'm shoving him in the trunk.

[ Man On Radio
Speaking Spanish ]

Wait a minute. Guys,
you hear that?

[ Continues ]

Gray's en route.

We got about 30
minutes to set up.

Let's go catch
ourselves a killer.

[ Door Opens ]

All right then.

Now that you've seen the
file, are you satisfied?

No. No, can't say that I am.

I got a question for you.

Look, I'm sorry, but
I gave you the file.

Do you have any idea what I'm risking
even having you in this room?

I could lose everyth...

Don't talk to me about loss.

I lost my husband and
my youngest son,

and all because of this agency.

Mrs. Westen, I can't even begin
to know what that must feel like.

But please, what do
you want from me?

Just decency.

And an answer to my question.

You trained Michael.

You know another side of him.

Please ask.

It's no secret what our
homelife was like,

what Michael's and Nate's
childhood was like.

It was my choice not
to leave Frank.

And that choice...

made Michael strong and capable,

while it left poor Nate just...

How do two brothers
turn out so different?

Imagine that you're holding
on to two bottles,

and they drop on the floor.

What... What happens?

They both break.

But it's how they break
that's important.

Because, you see, while one bottle
crumples into a pile of glass,

the other shatters into
a jagged-edged weapon.

You see, the exact
same environment...

that forged older brother
into a warrior...

crushed baby brother.

People just don't all break
the same, Mrs. Westen.

Just don't.

The problem here is that you're
just focused on the bad,

'cause there's some good
that came through there too.

Don't get me wrong.
Michael is damaged.

But he also happens
to be a little boy...

who just wants to protect his
mommy and his kid brother.

Which means that all the
people that he ever helped...

actually have to thank... you.

And Nate, of course.

[ Sobs ]

That's all I have.

I just need a minute.

Please take all the
time you need.

I will, uh...

I'll be in my office.

[ Michael Narrating ] Setting
up a snatch-and-grab...

requires having the
right pieces in place.

You need a lookout up high, a
driver in the getaway car...

and someone to create
the distraction.

Then you just have to wait
for the target to show up.

Now, Brady, you don't
have to do this.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I appreciate you coming down
here, helping us find Gray,

but this isn't your fight.

You're not even a field op.

Nate was my brother. You don't
have to risk your life for this.

No, I do. It was my op
that went sideways.

My fault we even on this trip.

No, it's not. It's mine.
All of this.

I want to tell you a story.

When I was a little kid, there was
nothing I loved more than baseball.

I was watching a Red Sox game when
my mom turned off the television.

She'd just gotten a
call about my dad.

Your dad was military?

Ranger. K.I.A.

Had my 14th birthday a
week after his funeral.

The day I turned 18 is the
day I joined the army.

Wanted to find the guy that killed him.
It's crazy, right?

It's not so crazy.

Yeah, well, I never got the guy.

But I'll be damned if I'm
not gonna help you...

find the son of a bitch
who killed your brother.

For what it's worth, Brady,

it's good to have
you on the team.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] [ Beeps ]

Jesse.

Okay, it's go time, Mike. I got
two S.U.V.'s coming your way.

A Defender and a Hummer.

You have a visual on Gray?

Bingo. Yeah.

He's in the Hummer... backseat,
driver's side. Just passed Sam.

Put your game face on, man.
I'll call Fi.

Time to make some noise.

You ready?

Hey.

Thank you.

[ Brakes Screech ]

- [ Man Shouts ] -
[ Man Screams ]

[ Grenade Explodes
] [ Man Groans ]

- Drive! - [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Brady ] He just
killed his own guy.

- Yeah, and blocked our flash-bang.
- [ Sam ] Get in.

[ Sam ] Mike, look.

[ Michael ] There.
There's the Hummer.

Jesus, Mike, he shot
his own driver.

[ Brady ] He couldn't
have gotten far.

- [ Gunshot ] - Aaah! My leg!

[ Groaning ] [ Gunshot ]

He must be in that building,
but I can't see him.

Keep your head down, Sam.
You're not gonna see him.

He was waiting for us, and
we walked right into it.

- How bad is it, Mike?
- We need to get him to a hospital, Sam.

Listen to me. There's no time for
a hospital, and you know it.

Just tighten it up enough
to stop the bleeding.

You go in, and you get him.

[ Groans ]

Trust me. I will.

Tom, I don't have
time to debate this.

We have Gray cornered now.

We are going in. Negative.
You will stand down.

You already have one man in need
of serious medical attention.

You will wait for backup,
which is already on its way.

We won't get a better shot at him.
We can't wait.

So what, are you gonna go in
blind, deaf and bleeding?

That's a super idea, Michael.

Tom, listen to me. We
already have a plan.

I'm going in.

Accept my apologies in advance.
[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike, uh, you want to
share this plan we already got?

'Cause last I checked, we got
a sniper in that building,

and we have no idea where he is.

- We have to give him a reason
to show his face. - West side.

There's only one halfway decent
sniper perch over there.

Good call, Fi.

If we can get you and Jesse
over to those barrels,

make it look like we're trying to flank him,
he'll have to move to get a shot at you.

Which would give us enough time to scale the
east side and drop in for a chat. I like it.

Course you do. You're not the one trying
to outrun a sniper in hobo shoes, Sam.

- You gonna be okay here?
- Yeah. You guys go get that bastard.

You ready? Yeah.

[ Gunshots ]

What do you see, Mike? He's moving.
He's moving.

Let's go.

- [ Gunshots ] - Aaah!

- What, are you hit?
- Yeah. He nicked me.

You good? Yeah, I'm peachy.

[ Rapid Beeping ]
Michael, you're clear.

Hurry up. These barrels
are filled with gas,

and he's determined to kill us.

Let's move, Sam.

[ Jesse ] Okay, Fi.
This is not good.

Not liking the gasoline
on the ground here.

They're right above him.

Fi, we're one spark away from
going up like a Roman candle.

We got to move.

Wait. Wait, wait.

Mike, that antenna is never
gonna hold you. It has to!

Fi and Jesse won't
last much longer.

Mike, go. I got you.

Got to go. Let's go. Okay.

[ Shouts ] Don't move!

- [ Groans ] - I
said don't move!

Well done. That was
very well done.

[ Grunts ]

- [ Zip Tie Clicks ] -
[ Murmurs, Chuckles ]

[ Panting ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]

- [ Ringing ] -
Fi, are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine. You got him?

Yeah. I got him.

Now we just sit tight and wait
for Card's extraction team.

He said it's already in the air.

We did it, Fi. Thank you.

Okay.

[ Laughing ]

Is something funny?

You think you're waiting for an
extraction team, buddy, you got no clue.

Card isn't sending an
extraction team for you.

What are you talking about?
How do you know about Card?

Who do you think
sent me out here?

This was supposed to be a
suicide mission for you.

That's right. A suicide mission.

Westen goes down to Panama.
Things go wrong.

Westen gets ambushed
by a merc squad.

Westen goes home in a box.

[ Tooth Clattering ]
Only one problem.

You just wouldn't die.
That's a lie.

Come on. You're a pro.
This smell right to you?

Why... Why would
Card want me dead?

Sorry, pal. I just
pull the trigger.

You're asking questions
above my head.

You know what?

We're running out of time. So
if you're gonna kill me, do it.

If not, we need to get
the hell out of here.

Yeah? Why is that? Because
if Card thinks I failed,

he's gonna bring
out the big guns.

He's gonna have to wipe you out,
probably wipe this whole place with you.

What? You think I'm lying?

Call him.

Tell him I escaped, that
you wanna go after me.

I guarantee he tells
you to stay put.

He says help is on the way, that
he already has your location.

Go ahead. Call him. Okay, Gray.
All right. I'll call him.

- Want to play your little game?
I'll call him. - [ Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Laughing ] Oh, Michael.

Thank God. Almost gave
me a heart attack.

Bad news, Card. Gray got away.

We're regrouping
now to find him.

No! No. No.

Don't do that. You stay put.

I have operatives on
the ground in Panama.

- They're tracking Gray.
- They're here now?

Yes, they just air-dropped in.
We're getting a fix on him.

Looks like he's on foot.
He's stepping into an alley.

We're gonna have that son
of a bitch surrounded.

We'll have him in a few minutes.

Michael...

You did it.

Thanks.

Are you sure we shouldn't meet
your guys at the embassy?

No.

We have your location
off of your cell phone.

You will wait for backup.

Don't move.

You got that?

Yeah, I got that.

Good. Michael.

I'm proud of you.

[ Beeps ]

He say he was proud of you?

Yeah, he told me you
like to hear that.

Right before he told me
to go for the head shot.

[ Gun Cocks ]

[ Shouts ]

For what it's worth, I, uh...

I hope this helped.

Nothing helps.

[ Stammers ]

But, um, maybe...

you opened up my eyes a bit.

I know that some of that
wasn't easy to hear.

But that's the one thing you always get
from me, Mrs. Westen, is the truth.

[ Michael ] Card lied to us!

- He sent us down here to die. - [
Fiona ] Did Gray tell you that?

[ Jesse ] The hell you talking about?
We don't have time!

- We gotta move! - [
Engine Starts ]

Drive! Drive!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Jet Engine Roars ]

What is that? It
sounded like an F-18.

[ Sam ] Card sent an air
strike into Panama?

- That's insane.
- Not really. Nobody knows we're here.

Card can spin any
story he wants.

Terrorist attack, drug war.

I was never easy on Michael.
I wasn't.

But I did what I thought I needed
to do because I cared about him.

I do care about him.

You see, I...

I never had a whole
lot of family.

In fact, Michael's the closest
thing I ever had to a son.

We got maybe 30 seconds before that
F-18 comes back around to take us out.

Let's not be in
here when it does.

They're firing Mavericks.

If we bail, we'll never get
clear of the blast radius.

We have to try. We stop the van.
We get out... all together.

All right. Let's do this.

Go!

[ Car Door Closes ]

Brady?

[ Jet Engine Roaring ]

- [ Tires Squealing ] - Brady!

- [ Sam ] Mike, get under here!
We can't be seen! - Brady!

I know that this agency
has cost you a lot.

So for what it's worth, I
am deeply, deeply sorry.

Thank you.

I'm glad Michael has you.

Bye.

- [ Beeps ] - [ Rapid Beeping ]

- [ Man ] Sir?
- Please tell me it's done.

It's taken care of, sir.

[ Beeps ]

[ Flames Crackling ]

[ Sam ] So... what the
hell do we do now?