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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...

[Laughs]

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.

- She is all that matters.

It's been an honor, Mike.

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

[Tires screech]

- There was a rumor about a deep-cover Russian mole

working around Arlington.

- She turned the N.S.A. Inside out.

- Yeah, and the information she sent home

got a lot of good agents killed.

Now, if Sonya is that operative,

it's only a matter of time

before she stabs us in the back.

- I just found out

who exposed my identity.

- 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.

- For a spy, running is more

than just a way to stay in shape.

It keeps your mind focused and reduces stress,

which are essential when you're working deep cover.

It also gives you a good excuse to be in secluded areas,

which makes arranging covert meetings a lot easier,

if you don't mind being a little sweaty.

- If that's the price of a flat stomach after 40,

- count me out. - Thanks.

- They were popping champagne corks in Langley

when they read your latest debrief.

Pulling Sonya Lebedenko out of Cuba

puts our operation on a whole new level.

- Glad to hear it.

- So tell me about this job she wants you to do.

- The target is a hacker group out of coral gables.

They find hidden offshore bank accounts and raid them.

They found Sonya's operational funds and exposed her.

- So this is about revenge? - No, it's more than that.

These people don't leave anything to chance.

She wants everything the hackers know about them,

and then she wants them destroyed.

- So how does Sonya plan to do this?

- I don't know, we're meeting at a downtown restaurant.

She'll give me the details then.

- Good. Okay, just one other thing.

I made arrangements with Fiona Glenanne

to support you on this, so tell Sonya...

- No. Strong, no. No. - You were the one who roped her

into dealing with the Russian bureaucrat

to help free Sonya, and she crushed it, by the way.

I would be an idiot to leave that kind of talent...

- I promised Fiona that she wouldn't be involved in this.

- Well, that wasn't your call to make, was it?

Look, Michael, we are this close

to the top of the pyramid.

Sonya is our only way in.

I need this to go off without a hitch.

Now run along.

You're gonna want to shower before you go to that lunch.

- You clean up nice.

- Not so bad yourself. Nice place.

A bit fancy for a planning meeting.

- Who said we were planning?

This is step one of the operation.

One of our fellow restaurant patrons is a software developer

who happens to be carrying a nasty computer virus

he developed for the D.O.D.

We're going to be stealing it.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

My instructions were to be here at 1:00 and be ready.

- How can we be ready if we don't know who the target is?

- There will be a medical emergency

in the next few minutes.

He or she will be our target.

You're a doctor who happens to be dining here,

and I am your wife.

In the bag there is a syringe.

Give it to him after I find the drive.

- What kind of medical emergency are we talking about?

- Someone else is taking care of that.

- Someone? - Mm-hmm.

- When do I get to meet that someone?

- Never.

We like to keep things compartmentalized.

It's cleaner that way.

- Maybe, but it means walking into an op

completely in the dark.

- There is a difference between being in the dark

and acting on faith.

[Clatter]

- Ron, are you okay?

- [Gasps] - Hey, man, you all right?

- Ron. Oh, my god!

- Call an ambulance! - You see?

Faith is rewarded.

- Oh, my god. He can't breathe!

- Somebody call a doctor.

- I'm a doctor. What's happened here?

- He was eating, and he just fell.

- This man is having a seizure.

I need you to step back, please.

Honey, I need you to help me.

Loosen his tie and his belt. - Is he...

- just... I need you to get back, please.

Just get back.

Let's roll him on his side

in case he vomits.

- Okay. - Ron.

Wake up. Ron?

- I'm giving your friend an injection

that will stop the seizure.

- Come on, man. Breathe.

- All right, wake up.

Come on. Come on. Come back.

Okay, you're gonna be all right.

All right, your friend's gonna be okay,

but you need to get him to the hospital.

Tell them he had a tonic-clonic seizure

and I gave him 4 milligrams of lorazepam.

Can you do that for me, please?

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Just doing my job. Go.

[Applause] Well, that was exciting.

Don't eat the fish.

- Hey. - Hi.

- I haven't been back here since...

[Sighs]

It's really all gone, isn't it?

- Found a few snow globes you might be able to salvage.

Other than that...

It's good to see you again, Fi.

I don't know what strong told you, but...

[door creaks]

- Oh, you must be Fiona Glenanne.

- Hello.

- Fi, this is Sonya.

- Michael speaks so highly of you,

I'd swear he was trying to make me jealous.

He told me what you did to help get me out of Cuba.

Thank you.

- I hope he also told you

that my help doesn't come cheap.

- That won't be an issue.

You'll find that my people are very generous.

Sam and Jesse are already inside.

Shall we?

Some information on our target.

- Where's all this coming from exactly?

- All that matters is that it's here.

- The surveillance fairy. Right, I forgot.

- The hackers work out of this building on Biscayne boulevard.

We need to get into their mainframe and plant the virus

that Michael and I acquired yesterday.

- Yeah, so this virus that you acquired,

how does that work exactly?

- It sends us their data

and wipes their drives clean.

- It says here that this guy Cody ward

is in charge of finding new talent.

We could start by approaching him.

- You want to get in as an employee?

What do you know about hacking?

- Not much, but if it's our only way in,

we'll fake it. - You can't just fake it.

- Sure we can. Mike goes in,

does a little typie-type on the keyboard,

we do something in the real world

that makes him look like a computer genius.

- You'll need top-grade hacking software,

and even if you convince them,

one demonstration won't be enough.

They'll want to see evidence of your past work.

- We know someone who might be able to help us,

a local money launderer.

He does some computer security work.

I'm sure I could put something together.

- Barry?

Uh, yeah, he's not real happy with us right now.

- You'll be able to talk him into it.

Buy him a fruity drink.

- Oh, is that all?

- We just need a paper trail to make it look

like some accounts got hacked.

You could do it in your sleep, man.

- And if you could also hook us up

with whatever hacker software

the kids are using these days,

that would be swell.

- Um, what possible reason could you have

for wanting all that?

- Well, it's no big deal.

Mike's just going after some computer monkeys.

They call themselves... - the collective.

- The collective. - The collective?

Are you high? They're the friggin' plague.

They've been hitting my clients for years.

- No way. - Barry, none of this

is gonna blow back on you, man. - That's very reassuring

coming from the team who got me sent to prison.

- Hey. Mike got you a pardon.

- After four months. Plenty of time to ruin my life.

I lost my girlfriend.

I lost my house.

My business is in total shambles.

- Look, we're sorry about everything that happened.

Seriously.

- Look, Barry, you said that some of your clients got hit

by these hacker guys, right?

- Well, what if Mike could

find out where the money went?

Maybe he could recoup a little revenue.

"Maybe" is not gonna get her done.

Sorry, guys. - Hold on. No. Hold on.

There's gotta be... there's gotta be something.

You said you lost your girlfriend, right?

Maybe we can help you out with that.

- How? I don't even know where she is.

She stopped returning my phone calls,

totally disappeared on me.

- Barry, what if we tracked her down for you?

Huh? We track her down.

Who shows up at her door?

It's you, looking all good.

You're wearing your best face jewelry.

You comb the beard out.

You got a little extra product in the coif.

Working your Barry charm.

Maybe your story has a happy ending.

- You guys really think you can find her?

- [Laughs] Both: Come on.

- Barry.

- Okay.

All right. I'll get the accounts for you,

but you got to tell Mike to watch it.

People who tangle with the collective,

they tend to wind up facedown in the everglades.

[House music]

*

- you're Priscilla, a systems expert trained at Caltech.

I'm Mark Fincher, a code breaker out of San Francisco.

Fi, look, you can still walk away from this.

- What are you talking about? The meeting's set.

Cody's waiting for me.

- I can say you got sick. I can go in alone.

You don't have to go in.

- I need to do this.

- What does that even mean?

Why?

- I can't owe my freedom to you, Michael.

I just can't.

[House music]

*

- so are you guys, like, a couple?

- Us? No.

Strictly professional.

I handle web defense protocol,

and mark's a genius at decryption.

- Central bank of Belize, first national bank

of St. Lucia, 5 mil in a weekend.

Pretty sweet. Tell me, if you're so good,

why are you looking for a job? - A job?

I had three patents by the time I was 30.

I don't need a job. I need protection.

- We had a close call in San Francisco.

We're not taking any chances. From what we hear,

your security is top-notch.

- It is.

Thing is, we got a full roster of hackers.

We're not hiring.

- You say you have hackers?

You don't know what the word means.

You know, while we're booting up,

I want you to pick a target.

Anything at all.

- Target? What, like, a bank?

- [Chuckles] A bank? Please.

Give me something hard.

Okay, I'll pick.

How about the power company?

Right here, right now.

- Power grid's protected by homeland security.

You're wasting my time. Hey, sweetie,

sweetie, I asked for a fresh drink ten minutes ago.

- Sure. - Move that little ass.

Listen, I got to wrap this up. - Come on.

Have you seen my little ass?

- You are trouble.

Okay, kids.

Impress me.

- Faking a computer hack isn't that complicated.

All you need to do is create a dummy website

and run some high-end network scanning software.

- I'm passing the IPSec,

sending you the I.P. Address now.

- Of course the hard part

is making it look like your hacking is getting results.

To do that, you need a team.

[Computers beeping]

- What are you running there, John the ripper?

- [Hushing] Not while I'm working.

[Beep]

- Okay, that's Fi. It's go time.

- Okay, let's go, let's go.

[Alarm blasting]

Which one is it? - Give me a second.

- Why do I get the feeling

you bit off more than you can chew?

- Because your liver is chewing on 1/5 of Tequila

and you've never seen someone beat a Scada firewall.

- Uh-huh.

- Come on, lady, ticktock. Hurry it up.

The cops will be here any second.

- Pull up a1, d8, and d9.

[Alarm continues blasting]

[People booing]

- Oh, boy. - Oh, boy? What is "oh, boy"?

- Cops got here earlier than we expected.

We got to go. - No. No, we stick to the plan.

We wait till Fiona gives us the signal

to turn the power back on,

and nobody leaves before we get it.

[Sirens wail]

- Everything in this world

connected to a computer belongs to us.

We want to share,

but we need a safe place to work.

- Well, I'll be damned.

You two are the real thing.

[Sirens wail]

- Come on.

- It's too bad you killed the party, though.

- Oh, we can fix that.

Mark, let there be light.

- Okay, that's Fi. Throw the switches. Let's go.

Let's go.

[Cheers and applause]

- Congratulations.

You just got yourself a job.

Welcome to the team.

- Mark, Priscilla, Jack Frakes.

- Cody tells me you're good.

- Whatever he said, we're better.

- Yeah, we'll see.

It's his job to find the talent.

It's my job to check it out. Have a seat.

So I've been doing a little research.

Tell me, if you two are such pros,

why is it nobody's ever heard of you?

There's nothing on the hacker boards.

In fact, I can't find a single record

to confirm either of you even exist.

- Hello, we exist. Besides, Cody was at the club

last night when we blacked it out.

- It's true. It was like, boom.

- Boom. So what else do you need?

- Well, nobody's questioning your ability,

but you're hiding something.

- [Sighs]

Look, we ran into some issues on our last job.

We were hired to hit a network.

Turns out it belonged to the mob.

Our employer, moron that he was, he didn't secure his I.S.D.N.

- What happened?

- We got back from lunch,

everyone was dead, they cut off their hands,

laid them on the keyboard

to send a message.

- [Whispers] Snap.

- After that, we thought it wise

to make ourselves hard to find.

- I see.

- Which brings us back to why we're here.

Now, I don't want to walk into a room

full of dead people again.

- Don't worry.

Nobody can touch my security.

When there's a problem,

we're not the ones who end up dead.

- Forgive me if I don't take your word for it,

but I'm gonna need to see your setup.

- Let's go.

- Every entry point is monitored around the clock.

This place is airtight.

- Probing for a weakness

in your enemy's security is all about vanity.

- And if someone tries to come in without an invitation?

- That's what the hardware's for.

- Oh, look, mark, they all have machine guns,

so we're totally safe.

- No one can break in.

The less impressed you are,

the more they tend to tell you.

That doesn't mean the network can't be hacked.

- Our server's protected by a firewall

the N.S.A. Couldn't crack.

- What about someone from the inside?

Where do all their data lines go?

- To our secure server room downstairs.

There.

The door's reinforced steel

with a seven-digit key code.

Nobody's getting in.

- Of course, just because you're looking

for a weakness doesn't mean there is one.

- You'll be safe as long as you deliver.

Now if we're done here... - one more thing.

What about my chair?

- Your what?

- Mark does his best work in an Aeron chair.

- And I'm gonna need plenty of yogurt in the fridge.

Blueberry.

- Lots of it.

- Every inch of the place is covered.

There's cameras everywhere. No blind spots.

- Okay. We know what we're dealing with,

so what's the best route in?

- There isn't one.

Even if we get past their security...

- Which we can't.

- Their server room is uncrackable.

- I hope you're not telling me

that this is impossible, Michael,

because failure is not an option here.

- There is a way in. It just won't be easy.

Their camera cables run through an outside wall

into their security room here.

- If we access those cables,

we might be able to hijack the system.

- This office is on the eighth floor.

How are you going to get to it from the outside?

- We'll come down from the roof. - The roof?

And how do you plan on getting... - let us handle that.

In the meantime, we need to get our hands

on a high-bandwidth video transmitter

to override their signal.

- And how are you planning on getting one of those?

- I'm sure you can make arrangements.

- You'll have it by tomorrow.

- Gentlemen.

You said you had some news about my girlfriend.

- You recognize that car right there?

- That's Tricia's car!

I bought her that car for her birthday last year!

She loved that car. She never would have sold it.

What, do you think it was stolen?

- So, Barry, look, I talked to a cop buddy.

That dealership is known for its ties

to some serious bad guys.

- Bad guys. W-what kind of bad guys?

- The kind of guys who fence cars,

cars that are linked to more than one disappearance.

- Oh, no. - Listen. Listen.

All we know is we gotta go ask Mr. Sleazy pants

over there some questions. Let's go.

- Afternoon.

You boys buying or selling?

- Neither actually.

We just wanted to ask you a few questions

about how that Lamborghini there ended up on your lot.

- You guys cops?

- You see any badges?

We just need some information, that's all.

- Then go to a library.

You got five seconds to get off my lot.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

- Yeah, I think it is.

- Really? - [Exclaims]

[Screams]

- Now let's try this one more time.

Who brought in the lambo? - Go to hell.

- Low prices, huh?

You may have to lower 'em just a little bit more.

- Ooh! - That's a $50,000 car.

- That was a $50,000 car. It's more like $45,000 now.

- Let's go for $40,000.

- Stop!

[Yelling] - Tell us...

- Who... - Jesus.

- Brought it... In!

- Okay, okay!

But you gotta keep me out of it.

His name's pike.

He gets me cars sometimes.

Always cash. No questions.

He's a dangerous son of a bitch, okay?

That's all I know. Swear to god.

- That's all we wanted to know.

Thanks for your time.

- Just calm down, for god's sake.

- My goodness.

- When you need access to a restricted area

and you know you're being watched closely,

a direct approach is best.

Sneaking around when you're under surveillance

just arouses suspicion.

- Incoming, 9:00.

- The key is to act like you're doing nothing wrong.

- Hey. Hey, hey.

Guys, where you going?

- I'll give you a hint. It's flat, sunny,

and on top of the building.

- No way, dude. Roof's off-limits.

- We're just going for a smoke break.

- I'm sorry. No one's allowed up there.

Besides, why are you guys taking breaks

when you have accounts to work on?

- I have a password cracker

attacking the Cayman Islands world bank as we speak.

It's either gonna take two minutes or two hours.

Either way, it's not gonna go any faster

with me staring at it.

I'll put it simply.

I need to go through those doors

and upstairs to the roof,

so I can have a smoke break.

- So maybe try the patch.

- I need a smoke. I need to go outside.

I need to go out that door and up the stairs...

- Mark, mark, mark, mark... - I can't work like this.

I can't do this. I can't do this.

[Sighs]

- Security can't escort us down eight floors

every time he needs a cigarette.

And you don't want to see him in withdrawal.

Cody, come on.

Cody.

- Okay, but make it quick. You have work to do.

- Tell me about it.

[Metal clinks]

Shall we?

- Okay, Fiona, the wire should be about a foot to your left.

- As a rule, the faster a drill turns,

the louder it is.

That's why drills used in covert ops

have special gear boxes

that move at low speeds.

With the right drill bit,

they can still get through most walls,

though it may take a minute or two to do it.

- Okay, we're hooking up your little device now.

[Device beeps]

Sonya, you getting anything?

- Yeah. Got it. We're good.

Now hurry up and get back inside.

[Metal scrapes]

- What was that?

Aah! Michael!

- Fi!

- We'll do this together.

- I got you. I got you.

I can't lose you.

- [Crying]

[Both grunting]

- Hang on.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

- We should go inside.

- At this point, there are no technical issues

to keep you from getting in.

We have the password to the server room,

the log-in to their network,

and I can override the cameras to cover your path

down the back staircase and into this hall here.

- So what's the problem?

- Him. Cody never stops moving.

He buzzes around looking over everybody's shoulder

to check their progress.

It'll take you 20 minutes

to plant the virus in the server room.

The longest I've seen him leave anybody alone is six minutes.

We have to get rid of him.

- I'll call Fi.

He hits on her every time he sees her.

I'm sure she can entice him out of the office.

- Are you sure you're okay with her doing that?

- Why wouldn't I be?

- She was your girlfriend.

It wasn't hard to figure out.

You don't strike me as a snow globe collector.

- That was a long time ago.

Now our relationship is strictly professional.

- Was it nice?

- What?

- Being with someone.

I just always wondered what it would be like

to have a personal life as well as a professional one.

- I'm not sure if I ever had that, really.

Trying to causes a lot of pain.

- Was it worth it?

- Honestly, I don't know.

Call me when you're in position.

- Okay.

- So is this the place?

- Yes, Barry, this is the place.

- What are we waiting for? That son of a bitch

might know where Tricia is.

Let's go kick in a door already.

What are we doing here?

Tricia could be in some serious trouble.

Look, your cop buddy said that this guy

has got a rap sheet a mile long.

His name's pike, for god's sake.

- Barry, I know you're going through a lot right now.

But I need you to shut your hole.

Thank you. [Car beeps]

- Uh-oh, looks like someone's going on a road trip.

- What?

What?

No, he's not just going on a road trip.

He's loading guns into the back of his car.

That sleazebag from the car lot must have tipped him off.

Come on. We got to go in there now.

- No, we need to go in there.

You need to stay here until we figure out

what the hell is going on.

- How you doing? Get your hands on the truck.

- You heard the man.

- Who are you? - Oh, that's not important.

What is important... - hey, you son of a bitch.

- Barry, damn it, I told you to stay in the car.

- [Grunts] - Hey.

- Ooh! - All right.

Now that we got the cardio out of the way,

let's have a conversation.

- Yeah, and you can start by telling us

what the hell you did to Tricia.

- Wait. Jesus.

You're Barry Burkowski, aren't you?

- Yeah. How do you know?

- Tricia's my girlfriend.

- Uh, Barry, I think...

- You're a liar. - I'm not lying to you.

- Well, then why did we just catch you skipping town?

- Skipping town? What are you talking about?

We're going away on vacation.

- Oh, really? With a bunch of guns?

- Guns? What guns, man?

- Fishing pole. Not a... not a rifle.

- Yeah, okay, but you stole her car.

- Stole it? I dumped it.

Tricia never wanted an orange Lamborghini.

- You did. - Yeah, well, she...

- that's how we met.

She asked a friend to help her unload it for cash.

She comes over, we hit it off.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

She's right inside.

- Um, Barry, we should go.

- Hey. - Sorry about... that's our bad.

It's our bad.

[Cell phone chiming]

- That's Sonya. Cody's on the way.

Ready?

- It's not like I have a choice.

- Yo. You two make me rich yet?

- Working on it.

I am glad you're here.

He's driving me crazy.

I just smashed a hole

in this bank's security system a mile wide,

and all he can do is bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

I need a drink. You thirsty?

- [Chuckles] I'd love to,

but you two got a lot of work to do.

I'm still waiting for you to start laying those golden eggs.

- Aw, come on, don't you want to help me blow off a little steam?

- For spies, flirting is a powerful tool to manipulate

- your target. - Okay, baby girl.

Let's go have some fun.

- Of course, just because it's effective

doesn't mean it's pleasant.

- You know her job is worse than yours, right?

- Yeah. We good to go?

- Fiona and Cody are on their way out.

Staircase and hallway downstairs are clear.

I'm taking control of their cameras now.

- What the hell?

[Computer beeps] Huh.

- Putting cameras on loop.

Cameras seven, eight, nine, and ten.

You're clear to go to the server room.

- I'm outside the server room.

What's the password?

- 7654852.

[Door buzzes]

- Log-ins. - User I.D.: Executive1,

all caps, no spaces.

Password: Lowercase "x," upper "j," upper "e,"

asterisk, 9, 8, lower "u," 5, ampersand.

- What now? - Okay, now you go

to the system settings,

click the pull-down menu for the root menu.

- Root menu.

Then what?

- You seen Cody? - Yeah.

He just stepped out with the new chick.

- Sonya. - Wait a second.

Wait a second. - What's with the monitors?

- Blipped out a second ago.

Probably just a loose connection.

- Eh, maybe.

Maybe not.

You need to get out now.

- What is it?

- Frakes is checking the cameras.

You have to move.

- Give me ten seconds,

then turn back on the feeds.

[Typing]

- There we go.

- What the hell?

What's he doing downstairs?

- He's headed your way, Michael.

- Hey. What are you doing down here?

- I was taking a leak.

Is that allowed?

Are we done?

- Nah, we're not done.

I don't know what you're up to,

but I don't like it.

- Last I checked, I was the best hacker you had,

so what I was up to was making you a lot of money.

May I go back to my work now?

- That's a great idea.

In fact, I'll join you.

I'd like to see this work you're doing.

If it's as good as you say, we won't have a problem.

But if it isn't, well,

then we're gonna have a very big problem.

Let's go.

[Tires screeching]

- What the hell happened?

- We had some bad luck.

Frakes detained Michael before he could plant the virus.

- Ah, Jesus. Well, where's Fi?

- Out with Cody.

We have to go in now.

If I can take out the guard by the front door quietly,

there's a chance we could make our way

to where they're keeping Michael and get to the server room.

- Wait a minute... what do you think happens to Michael

if we just go busting in there? - I don't know,

but I know I'm not leaving him behind,

and I know this can't fail.

- I'm with you, lady. Time to storm the castle.

- Sam, what the hell are you doing, man?

A suicide mission's not gonna save Mike.

- I'm not just gonna sit back and watch him die.

So unless you got a better idea...

- Hold on. Just hold on.

You said Fi's out with Cody, right?

- Yes, at a bar down the street.

- Okay, pull up all the footage

you got of him in their office...

Every last frame.

Sam, we're gonna need some police badges.

- Okay. What's the play?

- Big-ass hail Mary.

- How many more drinks do we need to get out here?

[Laughter]

- Excuse me, ma'am, could I have a moment with your friend?

- What is this? - Let's just say

it's the most important meeting you're gonna have all day.

- All right.

See you back at the office, baby.

- I'm detective Tibbs.

This is detective Finley.

Miami P.D.

- I'm sorry, detective Tibbs,

but I don't talk to cops.

You got something to say to me, you can talk to my lawyer.

- Well, I'm afraid we don't have time for that.

See, here's the situation, Mr. Ward.

We've been investigating your crew for a year,

and we've got a stack of evidence

about yay high on you and all your pals.

- Nice try, pig.

You're bluffing.

Cops have tried coming at us before.

Nothing ever sticks.

- Well, if at first you don't succeed, right?

You don't have to take our word for it.

Here, you can have a look for yourself.

- What the hell is this?

- We got a warrant to tap into your security cameras.

Yeah, we're talking extortion, a little wire fraud,

- racketeering. - Oh!

Oh. Oh, look. Look who it is.

- Who is that?

- Can we, um... Can we talk somewhere private?

You want me to go undercover? Are you crazy?

- Look, we don't like it either, but the Miami P.D.

Is raiding your office today, and the chief is worried

that you guys are gonna destroy all the evidence

the second we kick in the door,

so we need you to go back to your office right now

and plant this little ditty in your mainframe.

- The geeks in the crime lab designed the software.

It collects data from your server

- and sends it to us. - No way.

No way. Do you know what happens if I get caught?

- I'm dead. - Relax.

The SWAT team will be right outside.

We'll be watching the cameras.

If anything happens, we'll come in and pull you out.

- Okay, look, if we're really gonna do this,

you'll need to sign right there.

- Oh, no, no, I-i gotta talk to my lawyer.

- Here we go with the lawyer again.

- Listen, my friend, this is happening right now.

You want to talk to your lawyer, we're gonna have to arrest you,

take you downtown, which means no deal for you.

- It also means your days of chasing pretty girls are over,

'cause in prison, you're the pretty girl.

[Beep]

- The risk of using a cover with a skill set you don't have

is that at some point someone may demand results.

When failure is inevitable,

you lie, deny,

and put the blame on others.

I am telling you, there is something wrong

with your system.

- You know what I think is the problem?

I think you were trying to rip me off.

- Are you even listening to me?

There's something blocking the data packets.

You know, the little numbers

that travel from one computer to the next?

No. - I'll give you five minutes.

After that... [Click]

You're fired.

- What's going on?

- Well, look who's here.

I was just talking to your boyfriend

about my concerns with your work output.

Over there with him. Now.

- You're worried about him busting

into some bank account in the Caymans?

Do you have any idea what Cody is up to?

- What are you talking about?

- I was just in a bar with him.

He told me to leave.

He was meeting some cops. He's a goddamn snitch.

- Ah, nice try.

See, Cody knows the cops could never touch us.

He's got no reason to work with them,

you lying bitch! - [Gasps]

- I said get over there!

- If I'm a lying bitch,

where the hell is Cody?

He's not with me.

He's not with the hackers on the floor.

So where is he? Huh?

[Walkie-talkie static]

- Anybody have eyes on Cody?

- Yeah, he's in the server room.

- The server room? What's he doing?

- I don't know. He's been in there for a half an hour.

He said you okayed it.

- Bring 'em. We're gonna settle this

- right now. - Let's go.

[Typing, beeping] [Door buzzes]

- What are you doing?

- Just updating personnel records.

The files are locked on the server, so...

- the hell you are. You're working with the cops.

I saw you. - You're out of your mind,

you dumb skank.

- Cody, look me in the eyes!

Why would this chick make that up?

- Maybe because I wouldn't bang her in the bathroom at the bar.

- [Scoffs, laughs]

- She tell you that part?

Come on.

How long have you and I known each other?

You're gonna take her word over mine?

[Beeping]

- Excuse me, but since when do personnel updates

send files to a remote server and delete them all?

- What? - How much do you want to bet

that server leads straight to the cops?

- That's ridiculous.

- No wonder I couldn't hack your system.

The cops were already in there.

This guy's your problem. This guy right here.

- It's nuking our server.

You son of a bitch. What did you do?

- All right. All right. All right, listen.

I had no choice. All right?

The cops had us cold. - There we go!

- Would you ask your friends to lower their guns?

We are leaving.

- Frakes, don't do anything stupid.

The cops are watching us. They're right outside.

Frakes.

F-frakes.

Frakes, no, listen...

Listen to me, listen to me.

[Tropical music]

*

- all the accounts the hackers had on your clients

along with where they stashed the money.

Consider it an apology gift.

- Apology accepted. Thanks.

- That should give your business a little boost, right?

- Yeah. I'm... Sure it will.

- Barry, I heard about your ex.

I'm sorry things didn't work out.

- So am I.

You know, the crazy thing is,

right before I went to jail, I was gonna get Tricia a ring.

I really thought she was the one.

But I never got around to doing it.

You miss your moment... Then it's gone.

I'll see you guys around.

- [Sighs]

- Fi, I know you didn't want to do this.

I know this job was forced on you,

but you were great.

- Working together was never our problem.

- You know, one day all this stuff with Sonya, the CIA,

all of it... it will be over.

- Michael...

It's already over.

[Thunder]

[Rain falling]

[Thunder]

- Oh, it's really coming down, huh?

Look at this. We got a lot more

from the hackers than we expected.

- We can talk about that later.

[Thunder]

I want a seat at the table, Sonya.

I've been working for you people long enough.

I want to meet the man in charge.

- I had a feeling this was coming.

- I've earned it.

- I know you think that's what you want, Michael,

but this organization isn't just a job.

- I know what it's like to work for you and Burke.

I know what it is.

- No, you don't.

Not really.

To be with us, you have to be willing to make sacrifices,

extreme sacrifices.

- Sacrifice.

I know sacrifice. I can handle it.

- I'm not talking about your training.

To do what we do you have to be willing to give up everything.

I went straight from the G.R.U. To this.

This is the only life I know.

I never had a chance for friends or a family.

Don't throw them away lightly.

[Glass smashes] - I have given up everything!

[Shouting] Look at this place!

I have nothing!

My friends, they moved on,

built new lives without me.

I look in their eyes, and all I see is pity.

My brother is dead.

My mother will never forgive me

for getting him killed.

This thing that you're part of...

You're the only thing I have left.

- That's one thing we have in common.

[Thunder]

[Dramatic music]

*

- for spies, there's no separating your work life

from your personal one.

Sometimes it's hard to understand

even your own true motives...

If you're doing things for yourself

or for the good of the operation.

*

It's a cold reality that most of the people you love

will never understand.

But the truth is, at a certain point,

it doesn't matter what your real motives are,

because once you've made a choice in the field,

you can never take it back.

[Zipper zipping, keys jangling]

So?

- I'll make the call.

[Door shuts]