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- My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy
until... [Phone rings]

- 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:

[Chuckles]

A trigger-happy girlfriend...

- Should we shoot them?

- An old friend who used to
inform on you to the FBI...

- You know spies.

Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too.

[Phone rings] - 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.

- It's a deep cover job.

We're going after the leader

of a terrorist network.

You used to work with
this son of a bitch.

- You're on a path, Michael.

All will be revealed in time.

- Two-hour notice to get to Cuba

to bust somebody out of
a Russian black site?

- Can you take care of the
guards in here, get her out?

She is all that matters.

It's been an honor, Mike.

- Jesus.

[Gunfire]
- Where's Mike?

[Gunshots]

[Tires screeching]

- She's still
unconscious, but... ahh!

- No, no, no...
- Jesse?

- He's all right.
He's breathing.

- She's gone.
- Mike, what do we do now?

- Find her.

[Chitters]

Tracking someone
in the wilderness

isn't just about the
occasional footprint

or broken branch.

It's about using what you find

to put yourself in the head
of the person you're hunting.

If your target isn't
completely careless,

most signs you'll find will
be small... almost invisible.

Just a bit of disturbed
earth or a bent branch.

- She didn't go east.
It's too dense.

With all that mud, it would
lead us right to her.

- This way's a bust too.

She'd have to circle
around to get through.

- Take a look at that.

Of course, sometimes you do
find something more obvious,

which makes the trail that
much easier to follow

- or that much harder.
- Okay.

Now we're on to something.

- Okay, check it out. Looks
like she fell right here.

She's getting tired.

She's probably heading
for the road.

Come on, we can catch her.
- Wait.

- Mike, we can't wait.

- Seriously, she
runs like a cheetah.

If she gets to the road...

- look at that.

For two miles, we don't
see a footprint.

Now she leaves tracks a
cub scout could follow?

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying I think
she's hiding.

Waiting to double
back after we pass.

- Mike, we're talking
about someone

who was just tortured
in a black site.

She's still drugged up.

I don't...
- then look at that.

The broken branch.

If she went to the road,
who went that way?

- Oh, son of a bitch.

- I think she's behind us.
We should circle back.

- I got a better idea.
You circle back,

Jesse and I keep going, make
her think she fooled us.

- Sell it.

- Well, there we
go, that branch.

I think that's the
right way here.

- Yeah, I think she's
heading for the road.

- Drop it, now.

- Sonya, you don't
wanna do this.

I'm on your side.

- I know who you
are, Michael Westen.

Take off your laces now.

Make a wrong move,
I'll shoot you.

That's a nice trick,

sending your friends
towards the road.

- You don't understand.
We're here to rescue you.

- Rescue me or take
me someplace worse.

I know the Americans hate me
as much as the Russians do.

- I don't know what
you've heard about me,

but that's the past.

I no longer work for the CIA.

I was working with
Randall Burke.

- You worked with Randall?

- He found me drinking myself
to death in Santo Domingo.

He cleaned me up.

He gave me a job.

We found the man who sold
you to the Russians,

and then we came after you.

- You keep saying "we,"
but I don't see Randall.

Where is he?

- He didn't make it out.

He sacrificed himself
to save you.

He's gone. I'm sorry.

- He's dead?

That's convenient
for you, isn't it?

My friend is dead,

and the three of you can
tell any story you want.

- It's not a story.
It's the truth.

He was my friend too...

He was more than a friend.
He saved me.

Now I don't have any
proof to offer you,

but I know why I'm here... because
Burke gave me a purpose.

He said I was part of something,

that I was on a path, and
I chose to believe him.

Now the question is whether
you choose to believe me.

- "Hey, Sam and Jesse.

Feel like coming down to Cuba?"

"Sure, Mike, sounds great.

"Hope we get to hike
through the woods.

- Forever."
- Not forever, Sam.

The boat should
be just up ahead.

- Yeah, assuming
it's still there.

We lost a lot of time
on that little detour.

[Faint voices]
- Hold on.

Looks like the Cuban
police showed up.

- Well, I guess the good news
is the boat is still there.

We just can't get to it.

- We still have some c4.

We could give the cops
something to investigate,

make it over to the seawall,
and swim for the boat.

- Even if we get
past the police,

they've already called
in their position.

Cuban gunships are probably
headed here already.

- Burke left you some clothes.

We could drive up the coastline,

try to get ahead of the manhunt.

- It won't matter.

They're going to lock
down the entire island.

- So I guess your
proposal is to what,

live in the Cuban wilderness
for the rest of our lives?

- There's a smuggler I know.

Ruben Hernandez.

He has a cigar shop on the
Southern edge of Havana.

He runs guns in and out of
every port in the Caribbean.

- Does he move people as well?

- Not usually, but I
can be persuasive.

- Okay, it looks like that place
has been closed for years,

so her friend could be
dead or in prison...

- or Sonya's leading
us into a trap.

- I know she whacked
you on the head.

- No, it's not that... I mean...

That pissed me off a little bit.

I'm not gonna lie.
That pissed me off.

But listen, when I was in
CIFA, there was a rumor

about a deep cover Russian
mole working around Arlington.

Blonde hair, in her 20s,
spoke flawless English.

- Wait a minute, I
heard about her.

She turned the NSA inside out.

- Yeah, and the
information she sent home

got a lot of good agents killed.

Now if Sonya's that operative,

it's only a matter of time
before she stabs us in the back.

- Well, then we won't
turn our backs.

- Mike, you know what,
maybe it's best

that we just shove her
in the trunk of a car

and call the CIA...
- Amen to that.

- 'Cause I'll tell
you one thing,

the Russians didn't throw her

in a black site for shoplifting.

- That's not how
this works, Sam.

My mission isn't to
grab one person,

it's to take down a
terrorist network,

and right, now she is the
only link to that network.

Now if you guys want
out, I understand,

but I have to see this
through one way or another.

- No, we're in, but after
this is over, Mike,

I want a thank-you note
from the CIA director.

And a fruit basket.

- Ruben's still in business.

He'll be here this afternoon.

Sam, Jesse, switch out this car

before the police find it.

Michael and I will wait inside.

- Mike, you sure you
wanna split up?

Because if you guys are seen...

- We'll keep a low profile.

It'll be fine, Sam.

- Shotgun.

- When you've spent too much
time working with spies,

trust doesn't come easy.

Even when you're dealing
with someone you care about,

you're always on the lookout
for signs of deception.

Because you never know

whether you're just
spotting white lies...

- [Clears throat]

- Or something darker.

- [Clears throat]

What's up?
- That's what I wanna know.

- What are you talking about?

- Why did you tell Lou

we'd take this job
in New Orleans?

- The money's not good,

and the trail is two days old.

- No, it's not.

Lou just...
- don't lie to me!

- Whoa, whoa.
- I will not be lied to.

No secrets.

- Fi... [Nervous laugh]

I-I wasn't lying about anything.
Okay?

I just didn't tell
you the whole story.

Here's the deal.

Ever since Michael came back
you've had this, you know,

this different look in your eye.

So I figured, I don't know,
trip away for a few days

might help clear your head.

That's all.

- It's just when I walked up
you... you hung up your phone.

- I was just making
hotel reservations.

You wanna check my phone?

Come on a trip with me.

A few days.

It'll be fun.

- Just how much fun?

- [Clears throat]

Lots of fun.

- Well, it's just for
a couple of weeks.

Will you and Charlie be okay?

- I'm sure, Fiona.

As long as you're here
for his birthday.

We're doing dinosaurs
and trains.

- Madeline, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

- I didn't see anything in your
file about being a painter,

but I gotta tell you,
this is impressive.

What do you call it?

- I call it "shoot
intruders on sight."

It explores my feelings

about having the CIA break
into my house repeatedly.

- Hmm, I was expecting something
a little bit more whimsical.

- Get out.

- Look, I'll be happy to leave,

but we have to talk first.

I've heard that you're thinking
about getting out of town.

- Oh, you're spying on me too.

- If by "spying" you mean
monitoring my operative's

closest known
associates, then yes.

Look, here's the deal.

This is a very crucial point
for Michael in his mission.

He's gonna need all the help
he can get going forward.

I need you here.

- I don't care what you need.

I don't wanna be involved.

- You already are involved.

You kidnapped a Russian
diplomat, for god's sake.

- Yeah, well that was for
Michael, not the CIA.

And it was a one-time favor.

- You know that, I know that.

The people he's chasing don't.

They think that you're one of
Michael's top assets in Miami.

You're part of his cover now.

Which means we can use you when
Michael comes back to Miami.

- Too bad. I'm not interested.

- Get interested.

This is a matter of
national security.

I was hoping that you would
just help us out voluntarily,

but you don't really
have a choice.

- You let yourself in.

You can let yourself out.

I have a trip to shop for.

- You can't just walk away
from this, Ms. Glenanne.

- No? Watch me.

- Forget about it.

They're not letting
even a pineapple

leave the ports without
inspection tonight, all right?

Smuggling four people?

Impossible.

- You must have other avenues

out of the country
or other contacts.

- Ruben, I want you to
remember a few years back

when U.S. customs somehow

overlooked those
shipments into San Juan.

It happened because
I helped you.

If I decide to hurt you,
things will go differently.

Very differently.

- [Sighs] Okay, listen.

There's a freighter
leaving the port tonight.

The cargo's already been loaded.

If... and this is a big if...
- make it happen.

- We might have to put
that escape plan on hold.

Look.

[Knocks on door]

Cops are here.

- Those aren't just cops.

That's state security.

Oi, oi, no, no, no, no.

No, not that way.

If you break the window,
they'll know you're here.

[Knocks on door] I have
a hidden room in here.

[Knocks on door]

[Greeting in Spanish]

Buenas.

- Mind if we speak English?

My Spanish is not so good.

- Of course, of
course, uh, senora...

- Colonel Oksana Zhirkov
of the Russian gr...

- Oksana.

She's been after me
since I left Moscow.

- We are looking for a woman you
worked with a few years ago.

- Sonya Lebedenko.
- Sonya?

Si, Sonya, but I haven't
seen Sonya in a long time.

Wasn't she headed
back to Russia?

- No, no, no, give
Ruben a chance

to talk his way out of it.
He's good.

- This is just in
case she's better.

- She is in Cuba
with an American.

They're looking to
get off the island.

Given your past together,

I figure this would
be her first stop.

- She's a clever girl.

I'm sure she expected you
to come to me as well

and stayed away.

- Or perhaps they did come
here without your knowledge?

They could have
hidden in a crate

due to be shipped out soon.

- I doubt that very much

because nobody comes into my
warehouse without me knowing.

- I trust you, señor,
but do you mind

if my men look around a bit?

- No, no, of course not.

[Chatter in background]

You seem nervous.

- No, it's... it's just
that the merchandise here

is very valuable.

- I'm sure.

Tell me something.

You know Sonya.

If she didn't come here,
where would she go?

- When she was in Havana,

she, uh... She knew this
guy at Marina Tarara.

It's east of the city.

A lot of pleasure
yachts dock there.

- Do you remember the
contact's name at the Marina?

- Eh, Eduardo.

He... he would rent
boats to tourists.

- All right.

You've been very helpful.

We'll be on our way.

- If I hear anything
I'll contact you.

But please, uh, colonel,
please take this.

- For you.
- Thank you.

One more thing, señor Hernandez.

I noticed something interesting
while we were talking.

Whenever my associates
walked near that wall

you completely forgot
about your cigar.

In fact, you held your breath.

I wonder why a weapons smuggler

would have a warehouse
with no weapons.

It occurs to me a hidden room

would be very convenient
for hiding guns or people.

- Or I just sent a shipment out,

and for the moment I
only have cigars.

- Lying is such hard work.

And it's pointless now.

Just tell me the truth, and
this will all be over.

Where is the hidden door?

- It's the middle panel.

There's a little
latch on the bottom.

- Thank you.

[Gunshot] - [Gurgles]

- They're behind the wall.
I want them alive.

- Move.

[Alarmed cries]

- Run!

- Cover me.

Go.

- [Spits]

- How's it look out there?

- Oh, you know.

Classic cars, good music,
crumbling infrastructure.

Oh, and you two are the stars
of a nationwide manhunt.

Yeah, airports sealed off.

Ports are locked up tight.

Even the hotels are
doing room checks.

- Oksana is the agency's best.

Back when I knew her, an MI6
agent was made in Estonia.

He had a two-day head start
to get out of the country.

Oksana found and killed
him by dinnertime.

- There might be one
card we can play.

She hasn't seen
me and Jesse yet.

Maybe we can approach her.
- That could work.

We tell her we're
hunting for Mike.

Pitch her on joining forces.

If we can get her to show us

where she's deploying her men,

maybe we can find a hole.
- Or create one.

You still have the bug we
used at the black site?

- Yeah, I'll just
put it in my watch.

- You two are going to walk

into Oksana's headquarters
and lie to her?

- Pretty much, yeah.

- Let me remind you,

she is the head of
counterintelligence for the gr...

There's no one better at seeing
through tricks like this.

- I know a little bit about
counterintelligence myself.

- You don't know oksana.

You make one wrong move,

and she kills you
and captures us.

- Sonya, you saw oksana at
the warehouse yesterday.

She's reading right
out of your playbook.

If we just try to run, how
long do you think we'll last?

Sending Sam and Jesse
in might be dangerous,

but right now it's the
best move we have.

- All right, keep
your heads down.

Let's see what we can do.

- When you're trying to
escape surveillance,

the first step is spotting it.

You're on the lookout for people
who won't make eye contact,

figures sitting in parked cars,

or faces you've seen
more than once.

If you can't determine how
you're being watched,

the best move is to change
locations as soon as possible.

- You all set?
- Yeah.

You okay? What's wrong?

- Nothing, I'm just looking
forward to our trip.

[Police siren wails]
- Yeah, me too.

Let's get on the road.

- Of course, sometimes

the reason you can't figure out

how they're watching is
that they're done watching.

- Fiona Glenanne,
you're under arrest.

- What the hell? What
are you talking about?

Un... under arrest for what?

- Two counts of
criminal trespassing.

1712 Laguna way.
- What... are you kidding me?

We're chasing a
bail jumper, man.

We work for these guys.
- No, it's not what you think.

- Well, it looks like your
girlfriend cut some corners...

- no, no, no, no. Let me
tell you something, okay?

I was there for that takedown.
She did nothing wrong.

You want to arrest
somebody, you arrest me.

- I'll be happy to take you
too, if that's what you want.

- Carlos, you don't wanna
get involved in this.

- Okay?
- Come on.

- Hey, this... this has got to
be some kinda mistake, okay?

It's gonna be fine, I promise.

- Let's go.

- See ya in a bit, okay?

[Siren]

- Russia and Cuba aren't
as tight as they were

in the cold war, but their
law enforcement agencies

still cooperate closely.

If you're looking for
a Russian officer

running a manhunt in Havana,
there's a good chance

they're operating out of
a local police station.

Which means the problem
isn't finding them.

It's that they'll have an
entire country's resources

at their disposal.

- Sorry to keep you
waiting, gentlemen.

I'm colonel oksana Zhirkov.

My men found the abandoned
sedan that you reported.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

- That car's not
all we can find.

My name's Chuck Finley.

This is my partner,
Virgil Tibbs.

We're bounty hunters.

- If there's money
on someone's head,

we track down that head.

We're currently after
one Michael Westen.

- I know who Michael Westen is.

- Good. Then you
know he's on the run

with someone you're after.

Sonya Lebedenko?

- We're thinking we team
up, help each other out.

- I see. Very interesting.

What other information
do you have?

- We're gathering
information all the time.

Just this morning
we tracked down

one of their discarded
burner cells,

found some of the
places they've stayed.

- So in other words...
You have nothing.

- Excuse me?

- You have no useful leads.

No real chance of catching them.

I didn't fly in from Moscow
to do your job for you.

- [Laughs] What? No.

No, no, no, that's
not it at all.

See, we've been nipping
at Westen's heels.

We know how he thinks.

- I'm sure you do.

My associate will take down
anything else you have to say.

- Okay, listen, my Russian
might be a little rusty,

but it sounds like you're
having us worked over.

- Call it what you like.

- I told you this
was a bad idea.

- Whoa!
- Give me your phone.

- Have you lost your mind?
- You can't just lock us up!

[Phone rings] - Hold
on, that's my phone.

That's my phone.

That could be information
about Westen.

[Phone rings]

- Are you really gonna
pass up a lead?

Let the man answer his phone.
[Phone rings]

- Well, let's hear it.

- Oh, now you wanna chat?

Now she wants to chat.

I'm not saying a damn thing
until your buddies back off.

- You're bluffing.

There's no way you found
something my men didn't.

I have all the police
in the region.

- Well, we have sources that
won't talk to the police,

folks who aren't fans
of the current regime.

Folks who are
helping Westen run.

- Exactly. We got a whole
network out there,

and if you want to take
advantage of it, no more goons.

We're partners on this manhunt.

- Fine.

If you offer me
something useful,

I will allow you to assist
with our investigation.

- Okay, then.

Michael and Sonya were spotted
at a bodega in Miramar.

Our guy followed them down the
road to an abandoned bunker.

- Oh, oh, uh, wow.

- Are you sure?
- Yep.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Avenida Allende.

Right outside of town.

- [Speaks Spanish]

- They'll be here in
about five minutes.

Tell me you have a way
to block off this road.

- I'm working on it.

If you need to create a
roadblock in a hurry,

the steel frames of old cars
make an excellent barrier.

The challenge is moving that
much metal without a tow truck.

What you need is a
directed explosion.

- If you make sure that the
shockwave from your c4

can't head down or sideways,

the only way it can go is up.
[Explosives beep]

[Police sirens wail]
You said five minutes.

- They drove fast.

Let's go!

- And the more
contained the blast,

the higher it will
send a car flying.

[Detonator beeps] [Explosion]

- There's no way
you're gonna get the...

[detonator beeps] [Explosion]

I stand corrected.

- Okay, well...

- As a spy, there's
nothing better

than gaining access to
your enemy's war room.

You can identify
their weaknesses,

see where they're
deploying their forces,

and if you play
your cards right,

you can even create an escape
route for your friends.

- So everything else seems
pretty much locked down tight,

but the airport concerns me.

Now look, if we double
up at the VIP entrance

and the employee entrance...
- Yeah.

- You might have a
fighting chance there.

- No.

I'm not going to
play a guessing game

and risk giving Sonya and Westen
a clear path onto the tarmac.

The airport is secure.

- Okay.

Uh, whoa!

Whoa, are those fuel trucks?

Completely unguarded?

- Oh, you've seen
Westen in action.

You're basically giving him
a pack of matches here.

- I can't devote manpower

to guarding fuel
trucks the entire day.

There's no way he could
even reach them.

- He wouldn't have to.

He could just put
an old car in drive

and send it in like a missile.

- Or... You borrow some guards
from the perimeter here.

Have 'em hide behind the
trucks, rifles ready.

- Sonya and Westen go
anywhere near those trucks,

it's game over.

- Fine, we will move some men.

- Three policemen
off the perimeter.

That doesn't help us.

Planes are still heavily guarded
and there's no path to them

that doesn't get us cut
down from three directions.

- Then we don't head to
the planes on the tarmac.

We try to make it over
to the hangar there

where there's only
a single guard.

- I assume you know
that "mantenimiento"

means maintenance.

- We'll find something flyable.

A plane that needs a little work

might be our only
option right now.

- And how are we going
to cross that open field

without the guards spotting us?

- We're not.

You see those cargo containers
at the edge of the tarmac?

We'll get 'em to come to us.

- You're not going to kill him?

It's risky to leave him...
- trust me.

We'll be long gone
before anyone finds him.

- You know, we studied
you in training.

Everybody thought
you were a monster.

But for somebody with
so many missions

your body count was
abnormally low,

and there were a lot
of theories about why.

- Yeah, like what?

- My instructor thought
it was a terror tactic.

That you left people breathing

to tell horror stories
and spread your legend.

- What did you think?

- I realized that you only kill
when it is absolutely necessary.

See, after a while, I
could look at a diagram

of one of your operations

and predict who you
would let live.

- So your theory was
that I was noble?

- Or just weak.

Let's go.

- Glenanne.

Your lawyer's here.

- It's about time.

[Chuckles] It's you.

- I actually have a law
degree, for what it's worth.

We need to talk, Ms. Glenanne.

I was hoping to resolve
this more quickly,

but you don't make
things easy, do you?

- I told you I'm not interested
in helping you or the CIA.

- And I told you you
can't run away.

You are either out
there helping me

or you are in here doing
whatever it is you do in here.

- My relationship
with Michael is over.

We've talked twice
in the last year.

I want nothing to do with him.

And I want nothing to
do with his mission.

- Well, you should.

You know the deal I
made with Michael.

Your freedom depends
on him doing...

- getting exactly what he
wanted in the first place.

Working for the CIA.

- I think maybe Michael
left out a few details.

- What do you mean?

- This is about a lot more than
him getting his old job back.

This deal... Is
mission specific.

If he fails to take down
this terror network

you, your friends, his mother...

You all go back to prison
for a long, long time.

Now he didn't mention that?

- No.

- Well, maybe he
wanted to protect you.

- [Scoffs]

- Maybe he wanted
to go it alone.

Frankly, it doesn't
matter what he wanted

because he works for me,

and he needs help
with this thing.

- When this mission is done,
I want out, free and clear,

no matter what Michael does.

- Welcome aboard.

- If you have no choice but to
fly a plane in need of repair,

it's better to focus on what's
necessary than what's ideal.

Airplane technology
may be complex,

but the physics of
flying are simple.

If you don't mind throwing
away the safety manual

all you need are wings,
a running engine,

and workable controls.

All right, this plane is
getting us out of here.

- This one?

Looks like it's in the
middle of heart surgery.

- They're replacing the
magnetic electric generators.

- And those are for decoration?

- We don't need the backup.

I can have this plane ready
to fly in 30 minutes.

Call the tower, try
to get us clearance.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Yo.

- I don't like the
looks of that.

- Yeah, me neither.

- We just found Westen and
Sonya at the airport.

- What... no, no,
that's impossible.

We just got a tip that they
were spotted in matanzas.

- Your tip is wrong.

I asked the airport tower to
report any unexpected activity.

They just got a request
from a maintenance hangar

that was supposed
to be dark today.

- So no one's seen him.

You're basing all
this on a phone call.

It could have come from anyone.
- Then tell me why the guard

closest to that
hangar is missing.

They're in there. I know it.

We leave in five minutes.

- She found us.

They're on their way.

Is the plane ready?

- Close enough.

- We gotta get the doors open.

[Police sirens wail]

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

It's too late. They're
already here.

- [Shouting in Spanish]

[Tires screech]

- [Shouting in Spanish]

- They'll breach through the
front and the back doors.

The moment they do, we
blow a hole in the wall,

we make a run for it.
- It won't work.

I know oksana.

She'll bring reinforcements,
and they won't breach

until they have an army
surrounding the place.

- We need to make
it to the trees.

Once there, if we
can get to our car,

we have a chance.
- I won't take that chance.

- Sonya, you wanna
stay here and die?

- I cannot get captured again.

We wait by the barrels

and when they come in,
we go down fighting!

- You don't understand.

- No, you don't understand!

They tortured me for
two solid weeks,

and I held out.

I can't do it again.

And if I break, we
lose everything,

and I won't betray my friends.

- Okay, the whole force is
heading to the airport.

We're gonna be outnumbered
by, like, 50 to 1.

- Hold on, I might
have something.

I've been listening
to the radio.

No one's actually seen Mike
and Sonya at the hangar yet.

Maybe we can convince oksana

they're attacking
this place instead.

- A fake attack?
- Yeah.

- I like it.

You think there's enough
c4 left in the car?

- I hope so.

Buy me some time.

I'm gonna go make some
bad things happen.

[Engines starting]

[Siren]

- When you're simulating
an attack on an enemy,

it's more important to create
fear than to do any real damage.

[Beep]

You can distribute your
explosives for maximum effect.

You wanna use a
variety of weapons

to suggest multiple attackers.

And after that, all you need
is a good place to hide

when the action starts.

- Colonel, we need to talk.

- Not now. We are heading out.

- This is critical.

Now listen, when we
approach the hangar,

Virgil and I need the
helicopters in...

- there are no helicopters.

- You're going after Westen
with no eyes in the sky?

The man is like a caged tiger.
You push him into a corner,

he's just gonna rip
our faces off.

- I'm confident our faces will...

- what the hell was that?

Virgil! What the hell?

My partner's dead. They
just killed Virgil.

- Oh, my god.
- Who?

- Michael and Sonya.

They're outside the
station right now.

- That's not possible.

They are at the airport
trapped in a hangar.

- Did you just see
that fireball?

That was my car! They
just blew up my partner!

They're coming for us, and
they're gonna kill us all.

- No. My men have
them surrounded.

- Your men fell for
some kind of a trick.

I'm telling you, they're
standing on our doorstep,

and we're sitting ducks in here!

- You're wrong.

We need to head for the airport.

- Attention, attention.

This is Michael Westen.

I need to speak to
colonel Zhirkov.

- They have one of our radios.

- Yeah, I guess they do.
- Are you listening?

I am outside with an
old friend of yours.

Pick up the radio, colonel.

Don't make me ask again.

[Detonator beeps]

[Men shouting]

- What the hell are you doing?

Talk to the man.

- This is colonel Zhirkov.

You want to talk, let's talk.

- All right, that
wasn't so hard.

I want your men to step outside
and lay down their weapons.

- I don't think
you're in a position

to make demands, Mr. Westen.

There are two of you.

I have a police
station full of men.

- For now.

- Get over to the window,
find him, and put him down.

- No, no, no.

He's gonna see your sniper.

- Do I have to pick off your men

one by one like your
sniper in the window?

I'm done playing games!

[Gunshots]

- Call your men back
from the airport

and buy us some time
until they get here.

- Hello? Is anybody there?

[Gunfire]

- There is no need for further
bloodshed, Mr. Westen.

I'm sure we can make
a deal of some sort.

Just tell me what you want.

- It worked. They're leaving.

What about your friend?

- What do I want?

I want the bastard who
tried to catch me.

The one with the chin.

- You see?

I told you he was insane.

- Send him out the front door.

If he turns around, shoot him.

- How can you do this to me?

- I was helping you!
- Let's go.

- Colonel, don't
hand me off to them.

They'll kill me.

- You told me to buy time.

- Guys, you don't wanna
do this, believe me.

I got kids and a dog.

- Out.
- Fine.

My blood is on your hands.

Hey, nice fake attack.

- Yeah, nothing to it.

- All right, let's do it.

Look, I promise you two,
it's... it's nothing personal.

You gotta believe me.

I mean, we're... we're
just doing a job.

Look, if you wanna walk
away, I won't stop you.

Wait, wait.

No. What are you doing?
No, no, please!

Don't... don't kill me! No...

[gunshots] [Screams]

- Bravo.

You're a master thespian.

Let's get to the airport

before the entire Cuban
military shows up.

- Nice.

That's a start.

Next I want $1 million U.S.

- A million U.S.?

That will take time.

- You got 20 minutes.

- You'll get your money.

- Sounds like he's
keeping her busy.

- Still gonna be tight. Hop in.

[Sirens approaching]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yeah, and one more thing.
We need new passports.

We need them now,
or we unleash hell.

- I'm afraid we'll be the ones
unleashing hell, Mr. Westen.

We have your position
completely surrounded.

If you want to negotiate,

hand over Sonya, and
I'll spare you.

- Come on, let's go!

- Mr. Westen, live to
fight another day.

I'll give you the
money, the passports.

I only want Sonya.

Hand her over to me,

and I'll even give
you the plane.

Sonya.

[Grunts]

- Tray tables up.
Here they come.

- Yeah, uh, hey, Lou, listen.

Uh, something came up, man.

Just a... a slight delay.

It's nothing, all right?

Uh, I gotta call you back.

Hey, what happened?

They wouldn't say anything.

They wouldn't give
me any information.

- Well, they dropped
the charges.

It's a long story.

- All right, well, you'll
tell me on the road?

Uh, I just bought us
some time with Lou.

As long as we get to New
Orleans by the morning,

the job's still ours.

I'll drive first.

Okay.

You can drive first.

- I can't go, Carlos.

I'm sorry.

- Why can't you go, Fiona?

You just said the
charges were dropped.

- Well, our lawyer
didn't get me out.

- Okay, so who did?

- The CIA.

- The CIA.

So this is about Michael.

- He's on his way back to Miami,

and they're forcing
me to help him

until the mission's over.

- I thought we were moving
on with our lives, Fiona.

- So did I.

Look, I was hoping I
could put this behind me

like it never
happened, but it did.

Wiping the slate clean's
gonna take some work.

- And what do you
expect me to do, hmm?

Sit around and wait?

What about us?
- I'm doing this for us!

- Don't say that, okay?

Don't you dare say that.

I-I... look, Fiona, I
don't want this.

- I don't want this.
- Carlos.

- What?

- Look, until I
deal with my past,

I-I can't be with you. I...

And I really wanna be with you.

Please tell me you understand.

- No.

I don't understand.

But I trust you.

So if you say this is what
you have to do, then...

Okay.

I'm with you.

- Thank you.

- You know, I didn't think
air travel could be worse

than my flight out
of Bogota in '94.

I stand corrected.
- Yeah, no joke.

I thought the wings were gonna
blow off over key largo.

- If you wanted a smoother ride,

you should have got us into a
hangar with better planes.

- I don't wanna sound
high maintenance,

but after squeezing
into that plane

I'm gonna have to insist
that we steal something

with a little more leg
room for the ride home.

- We don't need to
steal anything.

- What, did you order
up some limo service

you didn't tell us about?

- I made arrangements.

Fuzzy dice.

- What is this, like some
kind of magic genie thing?

[Phone rings] Do I
get some wishes too?

- Excuse me, gentlemen,
I should take this.

Hello?

- Okay, I'll admit she didn't
stab us in the back in Cuba,

but she's trouble.

You swim with a
shark long enough,

eventually it's gonna
take a chunk out of you.

- Jesse, I hear you, but I
don't have much choice.

- Hey, at least we're
back in Miami.

Home field advantage.

- Well, that was interesting.

I just found out who
exposed my identity,

got me captured in
the first place.

- Who?
- Hacker syndicate.

Based in Miami. Somehow
they found out who I was

and sold me to the
highest bidder.

- What now?

- We destroy them, of course.