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Michael: My name
is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

[ Cellphone rings ]

Man: We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.

[ Whistles ]

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 FBI...

You know spies... a 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.

Sam: Mike, what'd you do?

I did what I had to, Sam.

You killed tom Card.

And your friends
helped you escape.

You are now enemies of the
United States of America.

I didn't betray my country.
I was trying to protect it.

I don't care.

I need a little favor, Dixon.

I got to get in touch with
that guy you told me about,

the smuggler...
Schmidt was his name.

The guy you said could
move anything or anybody.

We need the whole package...

New identities in
a foreign country

and safe passage there.

Can you do that? Yes. Yes.

Anything smuggle-able,
I smuggle.

Madeline: Riley's
coming after me now.

She knows I'm helping you.

Madeline, you can't
stay in Miami.

Well, what am I supposed to do?!

You'll come with us. We're
already having cover I.D.s made.

We'll make one more.

How soon can we leave?

The terms of the arrangement
may have changed.

You guys may have to
foot some of the bill.

What's the most expensive thing

that we can carry out
of your warehouse?

Call it "sensitive electronics."

I have a client who, upon
delivery, will pay $1 million.

We got the money.

But you destroyed my warehouse.
I'm ripping off my clients.

You guys ruined me.

I cannot wait

for all of you to get the
hell out of my house

and out of the country.

Here's to seeing the world.

In the intelligence world,

when an operation demands
that you disappear,

it's understood that you
will disappear entirely.

You can't have anything that
links you to your former life.

No credit history, no
communication with friends,

and nothing with
your old name on it.

That's hard enough for an
intelligence professional

to deal with.

For a civilian, it's
nearly impossible.

Michael: I'm gonna
need that, too.

No! I-i started this address
book before I got married.

I don't want to do this.

Mom, we're getting new
lives, new identities.

We can't have any links
to the old ones.

I understand.

But, you know, if there was
an emergency or something,

we should be able
to call someone.

This can't be how this works.

I mean, surely there
must be arrangements.

Madeline, this isn't
like witness protection.

We're not being hidden
by the government.

We're running from them.

There's no one to
make arrangements.

It's just us.

I know what it's like to leave
somebody without saying goodbye.

But it has to be this way.

What will, um... what
will everybody think?

Well, with any luck,
they'll think you died.

And my grandson?

Nate's little boy has
already lost his father.

He shouldn't have to
grow up without family.

We can't risk contacting them.

It's for his safety as
much as it is for ours.

No.

So, when do I get
this new identity?

Jesse and Sam are working
on it right now.

We'll all be safe soon, ma.

When you're on the run
and you're planning

on doing some serious
international travel,

you need to be prepared

to put together some
top-notch travel documents.

Making a fake I.D.

That can reliably cross
a border these days

isn't just a matter of
getting special paper

and a hologram sticker.

You need some very
expensive, high technology.

Unfortunately, the people who
sell that kind of technology

tend to be very unpleasant
and very well-armed.

Sam: Hey, fellas. Your
boss is expecting us.

[ Sighs ] Not liking
the goon squad.

You sure we can't buy these
passport chips somewhere else?

Look, Schmidt said
this guy Vanek

is the only other
smuggler in town

who can get his hands on them.

So, we either buy from
Vanek, or we stay in Miami.

Yeah, I get that.

But why isn't Schmidt
here helping us out?

He had some kind of falling out
with this guy a while back.

I guess smugglers are as
territorial as a pack of wolves.

Oh, that makes me
feel so much better.

Look, we've got the cash.
Vanek has the chips, okay?

We get in, we get out, we go.

Vanek: Who the hell are you?

Hey. How are you? Uh,
Schmidt sent us.

We're here for the chips...
The, uh, passport chips.

Yeah? Where's Schmidt?

Schmidt... oh, he had a thing.
He, uh...

Yeah, he's a... he's
a busy little guy.

Couldn't make it.
You know how it is.

But we got the money, you got the
chips, so let's just do this.

I don't know you. I'm
not dealing with you.

Okay, listen. [
Chuckling ] Hang on.

Schmidt said this was cool.

I told Schmidt that he
had to come and grovel

for the chips himself.

I want the satisfaction of
seeing that little toad squirm.

This conversation is over.

Okay, listen, I understand that there
was some bad blood between you...

Bad blood?

Bad blood doesn't even
begin to describe it.

You have any idea
how much business

that little bastard has
cost me over the years?

Well, look, that has nothing
to do with us, okay?

We're just some guys who want
to get out of the country

as fast as possible.

Look, I'm sure $200,000
is more than enough

for you to put your feelings
about Schmidt aside. I mean...

It's not about the money.

Okay, how about $300,000?

Now can it be about the money?

Make it $400,000,
and we'll talk.

$400,000.

Okay, now are we in business?

[ Fingers snap ]

It's nothing personal,
you understand.

Just Schmidt needs to be
reminded who the top dog is.

Oh, that's great. We'll
be sure to tell him.

I want you to tell
him that I intend

to put his pathetic little
enterprise out of its misery.

I've already taken over his
contacts in China and the Yemen,

and I'm closing a deal with the
south Koreans even as we speak.

Duly noted.

Please give this to Schmidt
with my warmest regards.

Oh, and give him this, as well.

Jesse: No, no, no, no. Sam, Sam.
[ Guns cock ]

Go on, take a shot.

Sam, I think it's time to go.

It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

Please enjoy the
rest of your day.

You made it sound a lot
easier on the way in.

Yeah. Remind me to talk
to Schmidt about that.

One of the biggest challenges
of being a fugitive

is security.

When you're being hunted,

you have to be on your
guard around the clock.

If you're hiding
in a safe house,

that means keeping an
eye out the window,

having your weapon ready,

and spending some quality time
in front of perimeter cams.

And sometimes,

just as important as
keeping your enemy out

is holding your team in.

Oh! I thought you were gone.

I thought you went to pick up
passports with everybody else.

I figured they could handle
that one without me.

I volunteered to stay behind
and keep an eye on the house.

Keep an eye on the
house or on me?

That's what I thought.

I have an errand I have to run.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What? What?

Maybe I can take
care of it for you.

I don't think so.

[ Sighs ]

I would like to go see
Nate's grave one last time

before we leave.

Maddy, yeah, that's... that's...
The CIA's gonna see that coming.

What, are you my
bodyguard or my jailer?

It's not like that. Yeah, really?
It seems like that.

Listen, listen.

We all have things we
have to leave behind.

I don't get to go see
my mom's grave, either.

It's just the way it is.
I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I should have known this is
what it was gonna be like

if I agreed to run.

When do we leave?

A few hours.

Schmidt's tech buddy, Dixon, is
finishing up the travel docs.

As soon as that's
done, we're gone.

And it's gonna be okay, Maddy.

Is it?

[ Sighs ] I hope so.

I already apologized a
thousand times, okay?

If it makes you feel any
better, you got off easy.

I'm the one losing my
business one piece at a time!

I don't want to hear it.

I just want you to
verify these passports

so we can all move
on with our lives.

Fine with me, okay?

Because hanging around
in public with you guys

is not good for my ulcer.

Thank you, Dixon, for making us
wait in the hot parking lot.

My shirt's sticking to
crevasses I didn't know I had.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want
to go into the office,

sit by the water
cooler, refresh?

Why is he yelling at me?

Dixon! The passports.

Passports, yeah, you
can call them that,

if you're trying to insult me.

I call them masterpieces.

Here. Here's yours.

You take those two. Let me see.
Come on.

The chips are in the back flap.

Okay. Well, they look good,
but let's see them in action.

This is hooked up to U.S.
immigration.

[ Beep ] Here we go.

Um, let's do a
little role playing.

I'll be a customs agent and
you be a naughty passenger.

Passport, please.

Thank you.

[ Beeping ] Here we go.

Sam: Kimberly? [ Laughs ]

You seem more like
a Kimmie to me.

Oh, Michael, look. My alias
went to Venice in '03.

That doesn't let you off the
hook for not taking me.

Okay, what about
facial recognition?

I altered the photos.

I raised the noses, lowered
the ears a little bit.

To a customs agent,
you look the same.

To a computer, you're a
totally different person.

Oh, and these babies
never expire.

Great. Good work. Good work. Untraceable.
Worth every penny.

Let's all scoot.
What do you say?

Michael: Schmidt, why are you so
anxious to leave all of a sudden?

Anxious? Who's anxious?

I-i should really go
back to my house.

No, what you need do

is tell us who's in those
cars you've been watching.

Those S.U.V.s were outside
Vanek's place yesterday

when we bought the chips.

Guys, if Vanek is here, we
need to leave right now!

Okay, this sucks!
Michael: Let's go!

Bye, guys!

Go, guys! I'm serious!

Drive very fast now!
[ Tires squeal ]

Okay, you care to tell me
why Vanek's chasing us?

He wants more money.

Maybe he broke his hand on
your unnaturally large jaw.

I don't know!

Sam, what the hell's going on?

They're trying to make us spin out!
Hang on tight!

When you're being chased,

you want to be driving
something with speed,

maneuverability, and stability.

In other words,

you want to be driving
anything but a container Van.

If you find yourself in
an underpowered vehicle

with a high center of gravity
and a top speed of 60,

your best bet is to attack
whoever's after you

with everything you have.

We got to lose these guys! Can't
you shoot out their tires?

Look, Mike and Fi are
riding blind back there,

and I'm a little busy.

Here.

Can you shoot lefty

hanging three feet out
of a moving vehicle?

No, shotguns, please. They
put me in a bad place.

What the hell good are you?

If an attack's out
of the question,

it's all about getting as
much distance as you can

between yourself
and your pursuers

and bailing out.

Okay, we just passed a factory.
It looks empty.

Might be a good
spot to take cover.

Well, it's back that way, and
we're... we're not that way.

Okay, hang on.

[ Tires screech ]

Can we make it through there?

You tell me. It's your
piece-of-crap Van.

[ Tires squealing ] Ow!

Hey, good job, baby.

Look out! They're coming for us!
They're coming! They're coming!

Come on, Schmidt, let's go.

I got bad knees. That's gonna
be the least of your worries

if you don't move your ass.

Fiona: Here they come!

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Fan out! We're not
leaving without Schmidt!

I want this place locked down!

All right, Schmidt, you better
tell us what's going on.

Vanek has completely lost it.
Yeah, I can see that.

I'm thinking you gave him a good reason.
What? No, no.

He's the man who's
unstable at best.

Then explain to me why your
first instinct was to run

when you saw Vanek coming.

Because I thought you guys took
care of business yesterday.

I was surprised to see him!

No! We were surprised.
You were scared.

Now, you want to tell
us what's going on,

or are we all walking
out to ask Vanek?

Okay, listen, listen.

Michael, I called the
feds on him, okay?

But I thought he would
get swept him up.

Somebody must have tipped him off.
Damn it, Schmidt!

You really think now is a
good time to rat someone out?

He's... he's a bad guy.

Oh, don't give me that. Vanek
is going after your business.

You were just trying to
eliminate the competition!

Fi, we can beat Schmidt
up later about this.

Right now, we got to figure out

how the hell we're
getting out of here.

Vanek: Get in
there, you wankers!

[ Gun cocks ]

You... you can hold
them off, right?

I mean, I know the
shotgun's out,

but as long as you've
got your pistol,

Vanek can't actually
get in here.

Not until I run out of ammo,
which will be in about a minute.

How are we doing, Sam?

Sam: Still working on it, Mike.

I could work a little faster

if I could actually see
what the hell I was doing.

[ Grunts ] Here we go.

Hey, now we're cooking.

Fi, this goes deeper
into the factory.

Don't suppose you brought a
pair of bolt cutters with you?

No. But I do have the
next best thing.

I count five more guys.

How many guys does
he need to shoot me?

He's not planning
on shooting you.

He's planning on
taking you alive.

They're taking up position
to surround the place,

not assault it.

Oh, god. Oh, god. He... he
did this to a guy last year.

He tortured him, got
everything on his business,

and then stabbed
him in the neck.

You got to do something.

Sam, we got to move now!

Okay, Mike, get a move on!

Go. Move.

Go!

Sam: What are we dealing
with here, Mike?

Vanek's got 10 guys, and
they're well-armed.

We can stay ahead of them if
we can make it out the back.

What? That's the plan?

Keep moving.

Uh, does it involve hitchhiking?

Because our ride is back
there with the bad guys.

[ Dialing ] I'm working on that.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hey, Mike. You get our
tickets out of town?

Yeah. We're not
leaving just yet.

Schmidt tried to sell
Vanek out to the FBI,

and now Vanek's got us pinned
down in a factory on palm drive.

What?!

[ Clattering ] Okay,
let's pick up the pace.

What the hell was that?

That's Vanek's guys
trying to bust in.

All right, just tell
me what you need.

We're heading to the
back of the factory now.

We'll be coming out hot. Do you think
you could meet us there with a ride?

Something that can
take a lot of bullets?

Yeah, okay, I'll
see what I can do.

We can maybe hold them off for
half an hour, so make it quick.

Yeah, hang on. I'm on the way.

What's happening? We got to go.
Mike's in trouble.

Well, where are we going?
I'll explain on the way.

Are they still doing construction
off Biscayne and 27th?

Aren't they always?

Jesse, when you said
a getaway vehicle,

I wasn't thinking
of a dump truck.

Jesse: Mike said they're gonna
be coming out under heavy fire.

We need something that can
handle a few bullets.

Well, what about the driver?

He's not gonna just turn his truck over.
It's gonna be fine.

Maddy, just... just do it
like we planned, okay?

[ Southern accent ] Hi.
How are you?

I'm all right.

I'm Phyllis, and this is Earl.

And we're with the
rental company.

We came to pick up your truck
for the safety recall.

What?

Oh, Gina from the
construction office

didn't call you this
morning and tell you?

'Cause everybody knew
we were coming down.

You know what?

Why don't you sort this out
with the office and come back?

I-I've got work to do.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. I
don't think you understand.

We're talking about a very
serious safety issue here.

In fact, we can't even allow you
to operate this truck today.

Look, lady, I'm on my second
double shift this week,

and I can't go home until
I deliver three loads.

I understand, believe me.

It's just we've had,
um, several injuries,

and I just don't want to think
of you as getting hurt.

That's all.

Um, what if... look,
if... if my mechanic

just took a quick look at it.

Is that cool with you, Earl?
It's no problem.

Yeah, and if your truck's all
right, you're back at work.

And if it's not, well, I think
you're gonna be very grateful

to both of us for coming all
the way down here, believe me.

So, what do you say?

All right. Make it quick.

Yep.

All right, start
her up, big guy.

[ Engine turns over ]

If you want to scare someone

into thinking their vehicle
is malfunctioning,

nothing is more convincing
than a small explosion.

The Mercury fulminate
in a blasting cap

gives you the perfect
amount of explosive

to send the message
loud and clear

without killing the
vehicle or anyone in it.

Okay, everything looks
all right from here.

The, uh, fireworks usually start
when you rev it over 4,000

when the battery's
working overtime.

So, give it a rev.

[ Engine revs ]

This baby runs like a dream.

Try the hydraulics real quick.

[ Hydraulics whirring ]

Huh.

You know what? Try the,
uh... the headlights.

Oh! What the hell!?

Damn right, "what the hell?"

You're welcome.

Now get this damn
thing out of here.

Take it!

[ Sighs ] Great.

Just like the last room
another dead end.

Well, now I know how
a lab rat feels.

This place is a maze.

We'll have to double back
and find another way.

Man: There they are! Hey!

[ Gunshots ]

Oh, this just gets
better and better.

Okay, well, that lock
will hold them for a bit,

but, Mike, Vanek sure
seems motivated.

Yeah, this door won't
keep them out for long.

Why are we focused
on keeping them out?

Okay, the... the things that
you guys have are called guns.

You point them at bad guys,
you pull the trigger,

metal projectiles fly
through the air,

burrow into their flesh.

This can't be the first time
you guys have heard this.

We can't take these
guys head-on.

Why not? You guys
have 14 bullets.

There's 11 of them.

That's mathematics, all right?

Hey, okay, look, guys.
Here's an idea.

You come down here,

and then you hide behind
these barrels, all right?

They come in. They're like,
"oh, I guess nobody's here."

And then, "bip, bip,
bip!" Better than disco.

Oh, I see, yeah.

So, we should hide
behind these barrels?

The ones filled
with diethyl ether?

You know what that is?
That's gasoline on steroids.

A bullet hits one of these,

they're gonna be scraping
us off the ceiling.

Fine. Fine. No gunfights.

I'm... I'm... I'm just saying
you guys are badasses.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Okay, yeah.

Vanek, you son of a bitch!

I'm the son of a bitch?

You called the FBI on
me, you little bastard.

Are you really that stupid

to think I wouldn't have
friends in the bureau

who can give me a heads-up?

Vanek, you want to talk,
you'll talk to me.

Listen, whoever you are,
this isn't necessary.

I've got no problem with you.
I just want Schmidt.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

I don't see why not.

Are you really gonna protect
some whiny little git

who hides behind his clients?

How about this...

You open the door just a
crack and shove him out.

Then we'll be on our way.

Sound good? Not really.

I can't say I'm a big fan

of sending a guy out
to be murdered.

Well, I'm sorry you
feel that way.

Look, this only ends
one of two ways...

You hand him over, or I come
through that door and take him.

Do you understand?!

What... what did he say?

He wants me to send you out,
or he's coming in hard.

You said no, right?

Look, Michael, I don't see
a way for us to escape.

Maybe we should consider other
options, even desperate options.

Fi, what are you saying?
Vanek: Get me in there!

Uh, maybe we send Schmidt
out to talk to Vanek.

I mean, it was his big mouth
that got us into this.

Maybe it can get us out.

You want to send me
out there alone?!

Fi, Vanek is just
gonna kill him.

No, he's not gonna kill me.

He's gonna torture me, steal
my business, then kill me.

All right, that is a... that
is a long, painful road

to becoming a corpse! Well, maybe
you should have thought about that

before you called
the FBI on him.

Sam, I got an idea.
Give me a hand.

What's the hold up? I
want this door open.

This steel is four inches thick.

Then get a couple of the guys

and go find something that
will get the job done.

Can you manage that, you Muppet?

What are you looking at?

The ducting for the
ventilation system

runs into the next
room, doesn't it?

Yep, sure does.

Uh, I don't know about you guys.

My mom told me

never to stick my finger
into a giant spinning fan.

Michael: If we can find
a way to short it out,

it won't be running
when we crawl through.

Okay, well, let's get
this safety grating off.

What do you got?

Ooh, that's a big can opener!

Uh, I don't know if you can
hear what's going on out there,

but I hear a motor.

Definitely sounds vehicle-ly.

Hey. There we go.

All right, enough standing around.
Let's get out of here.

Hey, Schmidt, let's go.

Coming, I'm coming.

Michael: Guys, move. We're
running out of time.

Let's go!

I don't know if I bend this way.

Move, Schmidt!

Okay, Fi, you're next.

[ Alarm blares ]

There's a backup circuit kicking on.
Hurry up!

Damn it!

Can we stop it? Just
stick something in it?

Like what? It's an
industrial vent fan.

Those things are designed to
survive a factory explosion.

Vanek: Keep pulling, boys!

Bright ideas, Sam?

Well, take your pick.

We either jump through
the blades of death

or face the firing squad.

[ Door creaking ]

Fiona: Sam, that screwdriver isn't
gonna hold them back very long.

Hey, I'll take every
second I can get.

Any luck cutting the power?

No. The fire ventilation backup
is on a different circuit.

Well, we got to stop those
blades with something heavy.

Mike, we got to jam the fan

with something that
won't get cut to bits.

Any prospects on your side?

Schmidt, grab that pallet
Jack and bring it over here.

Sam!

Sam, I think I have something.
Hold on!

Okay, make it quick 'cause
Vanek's guys are coming in.

Look, look. Michael, Michael.

I'm really sorry, okay? I-I
didn't want this to happen.

I didn't want anyone to
get hurt or killed or...

Schmidt, save your apologies.
Right now I just need your help.

Michael, we don't
have long in here.

Fi, I think I got an idea
to buy us some time.

You think that blowtorch
has any juice?

You want to tell me
what you're doing?

Well, if Vanek
thinks by killing us

this whole room
will end up flames,

then [Grunts] maybe
he'll think twice.

Sam, I like playing with fire
just as much as the next girl.

But I'm not crazy about being
ankle deep in accelerant.

Yeah, well, hope Vanek
feels the same way.

[ Door creaking ]

For the record, I
hate this idea.

Yeah, for the record... me, too.

Vanek: Give it another go. That's it.
A little more.

Nice work, boys.

Whoa, right there!
Not another step!

What you're standing in
is highly combustible.

Well, at least according
to the warning labels.

So, that means this torch here

is kind of a flaming
dead-man switch.

You take us out? We're all
gonna be extra crispy.

All right, clearly, we have
got off on the wrong foot.

Let's start over.

Well, you know what?

I'd love to, pal, but my
jaw isn't as forgiving.

I feel bad about that.

But it's Schmidt you
should be angry with.

Where is he?

Don't worry about it.

Think for a second

about how this day has
gone for you people.

You woke up, you
had some coffee,

maybe a nice jog in the park.

Now you're in a hole covered in
diethyl whatever-the-hell-it-is,

ready to burn yourselves alive.

Things are not going to
get better from here,

unless you go grab Schmidt
and hand me his leash.

Then we'll be out of your
hair and call it a day.

You know what? Not interested.

Now back off!

Industrial suction fans
spin at more than 1,400 rpm

and weigh as much as 500 pounds.

Tie this end around
the handle tight.

Trying to physically stop one

requires using an
object heavy enough

to stop its linear momentum.

Cable's tight. What do I do now?

And if you don't want
to throw your back out,

it's best to let the fan do
most of the work for you.

Stand back.

What the hell?!

All right, Sam, let's go!
Move it!

Vanek: Just 'cause you
get out of this room

doesn't mean you're home free.

We're taking one
crisis at a time.

I really don't want to kill you,

but I'm beginning to think
that's what's best for business.

Yeah, I heard your offer.
Here's my counter.

You are not gonna
like how this ends!

Jesse: Looks like something's
on fire in there.

[ Normal voice ] Is that
some sort of signal?

[ Dialing ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ] Jesse.

Mike, you guys all
right in there?

We got a little sidetracked,
but we're fine.

Are you set up outside?

Yeah, your mom and I are
behind the perimeter fence.

We're ready to swoop in
and get you guys. My mom?

It was either bring her with me,

or leave her at
Schmidt's unguarded.

I didn't know what to do.

Fine. We're making our way
to the rear door now.

I'll call you as soon
as we need pickup.

You got it. [ Cellphone beeps ]

Two men patrolling
the second floor.

They're camping out in case
we decide to go for a stroll.

Well, let's go stroll
somewhere else then.

There is nowhere else. That
door is our only way out.

We'll run to it as
fast as we can.

We don't stop, and we stay low.

Running? That's the
whole plan, is running?

There's gonna be bullets flying!
I can't outrun bullets.

Look, why don't you guys
go up, take them out,

and then come back and get me?

Oh, I'll be sure to
come back for you.

Schmidt, enough complaining.
We got to move.

Look, I'm more of a "watch
and learn" kind of guy.

Why don't you guys go first?

Michael: Okay, it looks
like we're clear.

God damn it!

The tough thing about
going up against

someone carrying
a machine pistol

is that they fire over
1,000 rounds a minute.

The good news is

that they're notoriously
inaccurate at long distances,

so if you keep moving,

you've got a pretty good chance
of making it out in one piece.

If you stop, on the other hand,
you're bound to catch a bullet.

Oh, god, oh, god!

Aah! Aah!

I'm hit! I'm hit!

Oh, damn it, Schmidt's
pinned down.

They're at the southeast door.

We have to get out of here before
Vanek's men catch up to us.

I'll grab him.

What part of "keep running"
did you not understand?!

I'm gonna bleed out!

You got grazed, Schmidt!

[ Gunfire ]

You'll bleed out in
about two weeks.

Yeah, if I get shot again,
I'll bleed out a lot quicker!

Jesse: Oh, this is not good.

This is not good at all.

I got to call him.

Do you want to hide behind
a box of splinters,

or do you want to
try this again?

On three.

[ Groans ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ] Sam,
do not make a move.

Why? We're just about
to run out of here.

You can't! Vanek's guys are
right outside the door!

Are you saying we're cut off?

You run out now, it's gonna
be a blood bath. Don't do it.

Son of a bitch.

Sam, what's wrong?

We missed our window.
Vanek's got us boxed in.

They have every angle covered.

There's no way we can get to
Jesse without a massacre.

We need another exit.

Sam: Well, we take 20 steps
into that factory floor,

we get shot by the guy upstairs.

Past that, we got to backtrack
through the lake of fire.

I mean, we're stuck
where we stand.

But we've got half
a clip between us.

I hate to repeat myself, but
Schmidt needs to go out there

and work this out with Vanek.

0% chance of working
anything out.

Fi, we are not handing
him over to be killed.

We are all about to get killed.
This is his mess, not ours.

He should be the one
to clean it up.

If Schmidt goes out there and he
can't talk his way out of it...

Look, I can't believe we're
even talking about this!

Schmidt just helped us

get through that giant
blender back there!

We are all in this together.

No, he betrayed us! Who's to say
he's not gonna do it again?

That's not the point!

Since when do we send
people to their death

to save our own asses?

Look out the window.
There's your answer!

Well, I don't know about you,

but this is not something
I can live with.

Look, Jesse's not far.

I say we just take all the
extra bullets we have,

use them for cover fire,
and make a run for it.

I like that plan better.

Yeah, that plan is suicide, Sam.

Michael... [ Cellphone rings ]

Wait, wait, wait. [
Cellphone beeps ]

It's Vanek. It's Vanek.

Vanek, for a guy who's
not trying to kill me,

your buddies are
pretty trigger-happy.

If I have to send you to your
grave to get what I want,

then it's what I'm gonna do.

Look, listen to me.
Schmidt is...

No, I'm done listening.

I'm the one who's got you
surrounded and outgunned,

so I get to do the talking.

Then talk.

Schmidt told you those passport
chips were untraceable, right?

Yeah.

Did he also mention
my little fail-safe?

Because Schmidt knows that I
tag every chip that I sell

so I can track them later.

A little insurance in
case I get caught.

Trading the location of
fugitives can be worth a lot.

So when Schmidt sent
the feds after me,

he was sending them
after you, too.

Now, here's my last offer
you give Schmidt up

and I will get you out
of the country myself.

Or you can stay in there
and die with him.

It's your call.

You have five minutes
to think it over.

I'm standing my men down.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

What did he say?

Nothing new.

Now what?

I saw some crates with
acetone and chemicals

on the factory floor.

Maybe we can put something together
and blow through one of these walls.

Okay, that sounds pretty promising.
Fi, let's check it out.

I'll call Jesse, fill him in.

When you're in the field,

the goal is usually to be
in complete communication

with your team to work in
perfect sync at all times.

Aah! But when the
weight of a mission

threatens to tear
your team apart,

there are times
when you're forced

to mislead even the people
you're closest to...

What the hell was
Michael talking about?

There's nothing but
rubber gaskets here.

There's nothing
useful here, either.

Because the toughest decisions

are the ones you have to
make all by yourself.

On your feet!

What? What? Oh, god!
No! No! No! No!

Schmidt! No! No!

Oh, Jesus.

Mike, what the hell
are you doing?!

Listen, you can't do this, man.
This isn't who you are.

Just keep walking.

[ Stammers ]

You're just gonna hand me
to Vanek and walk away?

You sound surprised, Schmidt.
You put the FBI on our trail.

No! No! I would never...
I would never do that!

You know damn well if
the feds grabbed Vanek,

they would have
tracked us all down.

I thought you would be okay.

If anyone knows how to stay
off the grid, it's a spy!

Look, i-i-i didn't want
anyone to get hurt.

This isn't personal!

Neither is this. Oh, god!

Hey, think about what Sam said,

how he couldn't live
with himself...

Yeah, that's why Sam is inside

and I'm the only one who
has to live with this.

Vanek: Smart move.

Send Schmidt over, and
we can all go home.

Yeah, not so fast. I
have a few conditions.

I don't think you're in a
position to make demands.

You want what's inside his head?

Does that still work if
there's a hole in it?

No! No! Please! Don't! Don't!
Don't! Don't! Don't!

Shut up!

Now back off! I
want a clear path!

I want your men to lower
their weapons slowly.

Back away behind the gate.

When you're there, I
will send Schmidt over,

and then my friends and
I, we get to leave.

Listen, listen, listen.
I messed up, okay?

I messed up. I'm sorry.

But just give me another chance, please.
I was a selfish ass.

Shut up!

Come on, Vanek.
It's not that hard.

You want his business or not?

What's it gonna be, Vanek?

Fine. Deal.

Everybody, fall back! Come on!

What is Michael doing?

I have no idea.

I can't believe you talked
him into doing this.

I didn't talk him into anything.

It was the only option,
and you know it.

Yeah, well, leaving a man behind
should never be an option.

How are we supposed to help?
We can't.

We go in now, the bad guys will see
us coming a mile away. Keep moving!

So we're supposed
to just sit here?

Yeah. I don't like
it either, but yeah.

All right, send the
little bastard over.

All the way back, Vanek!
Behind the gate!

Look, send him towards us.

Show me a bit of
good faith here.

Keep moving! I'm
gonna send him over.

You try anything, I put a
bullet in the back of his head.

Are we clear?

Walk. Michael, Michael,
I'll give you anything.

I'll give you anything, okay?

[ Gunshot ] Walk!

Aah!

Don't worry!

It's gonna be fun, Schmidty.

A little alone time is just
what our relationship needs.

If you need to
make a clean exit,

putting an electrical
transformer

between you and your enemy

will help make sure there
won't be a firefight.

All it takes is one bullet

to disrupt the
sensitive electronics

and create an explosive
power surge.

Schmidt. I'm walking
as fast as I can!

Duck.

Of course,

sometimes an explosive power
surge is exactly what you need.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Laughs ] Yeah, baby!

That's our cue, Maddy.

That's our ride.

Am I dead?

Not yet.

Sam: You had me going
there, brother.

Nice shot, Michael. I'm
just glad it worked.

Come on, get up! Shoot them!

[ Gunfire ]

Someone's thirsty.

Yeah, well, I was
nearly chopped to bits,

almost blown up, and
was shot today.

It's a five-drink minimum
to calm the nerves.

Do you want one?
No, I need to know

if the passports can still
get us out of the country.

[ Clears throat ]

Let me... let me ask
you something first.

Schmidt... just...

You knew that Vanek
wanted to torture me,

kill me, torture me some more.

So, were you... were you
really gonna hand me over

to that animal?

I needed you to think I was.

Vanek had to see real
fear in your eyes,

otherwise he wouldn't
move his men

over towards the transformer.

Wow. Really?

I'm not saying it
wasn't a long shot.

[ Chuckles ]

What you're saying is that
you have X-ray vision.

Because there's no way
you could have known

that that transformer was there
when you marched me out.

If it wasn't the transformer,

it would have been
something else.

I needed to make an opening for
Jesse to get his truck in.

You can say all that
with a straight face.

Wow. You're good. You're good.

Is that the same load of crap

that you shovel down
your team's throat?

All anyone needs to know is
that I didn't want you to die,

and you didn't die.

Schmidt. The passports.

Are... they're good.
They're good.

But I wouldn't, uh, sit
on them for too long.

If Vanek gets swept
up by the feds,

they're gonna
become radioactive.

I-i got a... I got a guy in...
In Morocco that can set a new...

I'd prefer not to work
with your associates.

No offense. [ Chuckles ]

I'm sure once you get
set up in Argentina,

you can use your voodoo
magic to lay low.

You should go somewhere, too.

Yeah, no kidding.

I'm... I'm... I'm gonna, uh,
blow this hellhole tonight.

Um, feel... feel free to use the
house, uh, until you leave.

It's a... think of it
as a "I'm sorry" gift.

Where do you think you'll go?

[ Chuckles ] Find a
globe, you know?

What... whatever side
of it you're on,

I'm gonna be on the
opposite side, you know.

You... you saved my
life, and I'm thankful.

[ Chuckling ] But
I get the feeling

i-if I hang out with
you much longer,

my luck's gonna run out.

[ Clears throat ]

You take care of
yourself, Schmidt.

We got a problem, Mike.

One of the cars is missing,
and I can't find your mom.

What? Where'd she go?

I have a pretty good idea.

[ Birds chirping ]

You can spare me the lecture.

Jesse already told me it's
too risky to come here.

But I had to.

It's okay.

You needed to say goodbye.

If the CIA were here, they'd
have moved in already.

[ Sighs ]

After you left home,

Nate promised to take
me away from Miami.

He was such a big
dreamer, you know.

He wanted to go to...

Walk the pyramids
and ski the alps.

He just wanted to go so badly.

Anyway, it just doesn't seem
right leaving him here alone.

He wanted to take you
to a better place, ma.

He wanted you safe.

He wanted you to smile again.

Let me keep that promise.

I owe it to you and to Nate.

That's pretty flowers.

I didn't bring them.

A friend of Nate's must
have come by earlier.

Hey, mom, will you give
me a minute alone?

I'll be right behind you.

Sure.

Take your time.