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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.

- It's a deep cover job.

We're going after the leader
of a terrorist network.

I need you to bring them
down no matter what.

- Two-hour notice to get to Cuba

to bust somebody out of
a Russian black site?

- It's a woman.
That's all I know.

- She must be pretty
damn important.

- She could be the key to
what his group is up to.

- Pulling Sonya
Lebedenko out of Cuba

puts our operation on
a whole new level.

She's a direct link to
the top of this network.

- I want a seat at
the table, Sonya.

I've been working for
your people long enough.

I want to meet the
man in charge.

- To do what we do, you
have to be willing

to give up everything.

- I have nothing.

My friends, they moved on.

You're the only
thing I have left.

- That's one thing
we have in common.

- So?

- I'll make the call.

- In a long-term undercover job,

the most difficult challenges
aren't professional.

They're personal.

You have to try to
remember where the line is

between who you need to be

and who you really are,

because, when that
line starts to blur,

it affects everyone around you.

- Hey.

- Hey. Thanks for coming.

- What was so urgent that I had

to run out in the
middle of a job?

- There are things
that you need to know

I didn't think could wait.

- Here I am.

- The mission, getting in
with this organization,

I have a lot riding on it.

- I know.

We all do.

- Sometimes it's not easy
knowing how far to go

to build trust.

The D.R., Cuba, here.

There are things I've done,

choices I've had to make.

Last night, Sonya and I...

Fi...

- why are you telling
me this, Michael?

- I've asked so much
of you already.

I couldn't ask for you to
be part of this operation

without you knowing everything.

- Are you worried
about the operation?

Or are you asking
whether it's okay

for you to sleep with the enemy?

I mean, she is still
the enemy, right?

- The mission hasn't changed.

- Really?
- Yes.

The meeting with the
head of her organization

will happen soon.

- You're playing with fire.

But you know that.

[Boat horn blows]

- For a spy, preparing
a job history

is a lot more complicated
than updating a resume.

Because official files
are classified,

you have to write a detailed
account of your entire career,

an account that will be
checked and re-checked

for even the
slightest deception.

If you can keep your
facts straight,

you'll be fine.

If you can't, you might not live

through the process.

[Door opens]

- Did you finish your homework?

- Almost done. Just making sure

it's complete.

- Complete is important.

Everything needs to be in there.
- Yeah, about that...

Do I mention last night?

- Everything means everything.

I may catch some heat for it,

but the rule is, you
kiss, you tell.

- In any infiltration,

becoming comfortable
with your target

is a crucial part of
getting information.

You want them feeling secure

so that your eventual betrayal

will come as a total surprise.

So you said I was meeting the
head of your organization.

- You will.

- Well, are you going to
tell me where I'm going,

or when I'm supposed
to be there?

- We'll take care of that.

- [Groans]

Of course that assumes

they don't surprise you first.

- Sit down.
- Ow.

- Michael Allen Westen, welcome.

My apologies for the
travel arrangements.

- Yeah, I would have been
willing to come here

without the 50,000 volts
running through my body.

- Necessary precaution.
You understand?

- I'm trying.

And you are?

- I am the man you've
been waiting to meet.

- Do I get a name?

- One day.

Perhaps.

But we're not here
to talk about me.

We're here to talk about you.

- Is that really necessary?

Everything you want to know
is already in the notes.

- Not everything.

But it is a start.

Shall we begin?

What is your full name?
- You already know my name.

Seriously, this is
a waste of time.

- We have all the time in the
world to get this right.

- I proved what I'm
willing to do.

With Burke, with Sonya.

That should count for something.

- You proved your skills.

And that only gets
you in this room.

This is where we go
deeper than your skills.

This is where you
and I together...

We learn if you are the
man you say you are.

Now, what is your full name?

- My name is Michael
Allen Westen.

An interrogation is
all about rhythm

and repetition.

Experienced interrogators
will establish the pace

of questioning to
establish control.

- But when were you recruited by
the central intelligence agency?

- During my deployment in
Panama three weeks later,

I was sent to the farm.

- And describe your
relationship with Mr. card.

- He betrayed me,
so I killed him.

Once they have control,

they can probe for more
detailed information,

exactly where you've been
and what you've done.

- First time that you
worked with Sam axe?

- No, we met during a
hostage rescue in Bolivia.

Would you like me to go over
the details of that mission?

- No, that's enough for now.

[Siren blaring]

Techniques such as
sleep deprivation,

noise irritation, and
sensory overload are used

to disorient you, to make it
harder to resist questioning.

The Geneva convention doesn't
consider these methods

to be torture, but when
you're experiencing them,

it sure feels like it.

The idea is that, the
more worn out you become,

the more likely you
are to make a mistake

your interrogator can pounce on.

- I want to talk to
you about Africa.

You were there to negotiate
oil interests for the CIA.

What were the names
of the warlords

who received payoffs?

- Kwame alaka and chidi buhari.

- Now before you said you
negotiated with three.

Now it's just two.

- I negotiated with...

Three.

But the third never
received the payoff.

My burn notice
interrupted the deal.

[Siren blaring]

But at a certain point,
keeping your story straight

is next to impossible when
you're also struggling

to maintain your sanity.

[Siren continues blaring]

- Rrah! Rrrah!

- No, the Charlie-Rex
did it again.

Hi, uncle Jesse.

- Hey, Maddie. Charl-ay!

Hey, you better watch
those raptors, man.

They look a little hungry.

- Did you come by
to play dinosaurs?

- No. Not quite. I
was hoping you knew

- where Mike was.
- Presently, no.

Why don't you try calling him?

- I did. He hasn't hit me back.

I thought he might be here.

So he hasn't called
or left any messages

or anything like that?

- No. That's not unusual.

He disappeared for
nine months, remember?

- Yeah, you're right.
You're right.

He probably just got busy,

forgot to check in.

- Jesse.

What is going on? Is
Michael in trouble?

- No. No, it's like you said.

He's not the easiest guy to
get a hold of these days.

- You have a
terrible poker face.

Don't make me yell at you
in front of Charlie.

Just tell me.

- He's been missing
since Thursday.

We know he was going
to meet with the head

of the organization he's
trying to take down,

but then he just
dropped off the grid.

- What does that mean,
"dropped off the grid?"

What happened?

- That's what we're
trying to find out.

Sam and Fi are out looking
for him right now.

If he gets in contact
with you, call me.

Okay? Please.

- Jesse, if Michael's missing,

just tell me what to do.

- Just stay here,
take care of Charlie.

We'll find him.

Be good, Charlie. [Door
opening and shutting]

- All right, I checked
the storage space,

the emergency spot,
no sign of Mike.

Any action at the loft?

- Sonya and friend
just showed up

and started dragging
things out of there.

- Okay, so first
Mike disappears,

then Sonya shows up
with a clean car

emptying all of his stuff out.

We gotta do something.

- We're not supposed
to do anything

that will jeopardize the op.

We're supposed to just lay
low, let this play out.

- Do you know what "lay
low" means in CIA speak?

See if somebody dies.

- Look, strong didn't say we
couldn't keep an eye on Sonya.

Let's take my car,
we'll follow her,

and see if she leads
us to Michael.

- All right, fine.

I just hope Mike is in one
piece when we find him.

- [Grunts]

Stop!

Just... Stop!

- All right?
- Michael, calm down.

We're done with this.

- So this is over?

- The first part, yes.

- [Sighs]

- Set our sights
on new horizons.

This is gonna loosen you up.

It's a chemical relative
of benzodiazepine...

Mixed with a synthetic
hallucinogen.

- Drugs will only make
this more complicated.

I'll tell you whatever
you want to know.

- Yes, you will.

Trust the process, Michael.

You might be surprised
at what we discover.

Give me your hand.

We'll go through this together.

Give me your hand.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

This is gonna hit
you pretty hard...

And you're not gonna be
able to tell the difference

between what is real
and what is not real.

Trick is not to resist.

Just lean into it.

[Voice echoes] We'll
reconvene in a few hours.

[Alarm blares]

[Alarm stops]

[Alarm blares]

[Alarm stops]

- Who is it?

Fi?

- Michael.

- How are you here?

- I'm not here.

- Fi, I... I can't take it.

I can't take any more.

- Yes, you can.

Yours isn't the only
life on the line.

If you tell them everything...
We all die.

- I know.

The drugs are so strong.

I can't take it much more.

- Yes, you can.

- Help me. I need you.

- No... You don't need me.

- I do.

I need you.

- If you tell them
everything, we all die.

- Come back.

Come back!

- If you're given psychoactive
drugs during an interrogation,

it doesn't automatically
make you spill

every secret you've ever had.

Drugs are you used less to
make you tell the truth

than to make it hard to lie.

[Pouring water amplified]

[Water stops pouring]

Without a clear head,
it's difficult

to make up a story
and stick to it.

- Don't fight this, Michael.

Relax, breathe.

Look at me. Look at me.

There you are. Water.

We've learned a lot about
you, what you've done.

But for my purposes,

the what is less
important than the why.

- It's in there.
It's all in there.

- Well, we've gone over it.

You've given me the names, the
places, a little history.

But now we need to
go much deeper.

We need to find out how you
became the man you are today.

- I don't understand.

- Here's what I'm
curious about, Michael.

When the CIA recruited you,
your test scores were good.

Your field work? Strong enough.

But then when you were
operating in eastern Europe,

you elevated your game.

You went from a slightly
above average operative

to a living legend.

Now... How does that happen?
- I followed orders.

I did what I had to do.

It just happened.
- I don't think so.

The CIA would never give the
highest priority operations

to the Michael Westen
that they recruited.

You evolved into something
that they never expected.

Something inside of
you, it shifted.

What was it? What do
you think it was?

- My training kicked in.

Look at my time in Kiev.

That many high-risk
ops in seven months,

you grow stronger or you die.

- Gradual improvements that come
with training and experience

had something to do with
it, but that is only

the icing on the cake.

[Flames crackle]

What's happening?
What are you seeing?

- I don't... I don't know.

I... [Chuckles]

- Michael...

You only need to
put yourself there

to find the answers.

[Larry laughing]

- They're talking about me, kid.

I am the answer.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- I'm the only one who ever
really believed in you.

I made you.

- That is not true.

- Aww, the hell it isn't.
You can't lie to me, kid.

I am in your head.

You know exactly how much time
and effort I put into you.

- You didn't do anything.
- Oh, please.

Everyone thought you had
the heart of a boy scout.

But I saw your true colors.

I discovered that
homegrown anger,

the resentment, all that stuff

you kept bottled
up inside of you,

and I taught you how to use it.

Oh, you're welcome, by the way.

- You don't know
what you're saying.

- Oh, I know exactly
what I'm saying.

I was there, kid.

I remember how fast
you took to it,

how much you loved it.

- You are not real.
Get out of here.

- You show some goddamn
respect for the dead!

I'm not asking for a
candlelight vigil,

but at least honor my untimely
passing by admitting the truth.

You are who I made you!

And that is all I ever
wanted, Michael...

For you to accept who you are.

- You're wrong!
- Who's wrong?

- Who's there?
- I don't know.

I just... [Stammers]

It's the drug. I'm not
thinking straight.

- Michael, don't think straight.

Just let whatever floats
through your mind

come out unfiltered,

and you focus on the question.

How did you become
the CIA's Ace?

- Just tell him.

- [Whispering] Stop it. Stop it.

Stop...
- come on.

What's the harm in giving
credit where credit is due?

- Stop it! Stop it!
It's in the past!

This doesn't matter!
- Oh, yes, it does.

It matters to you.

Otherwise we wouldn't
be here together.

Now just let it out.

- Just stop!

- What?

Oh, you think he's
gonna hate you

if he knows who you really are?

Come on, tell him how
much fun we had.

That's what he wants.

Say my name, and I promise
you you'll feel better.

Say it, kid.

Say my name!

- Larry!

- Well, isn't that interesting?

There's a Larry Sizemore
in your notes...

Listed as a field officer.

But that's all.

Nothing special.

- He was a special...
Special kind of monster.

- Well, you worked with
plenty of monsters.

What was so special
about this one?

- He was dangerous,

and I was afraid.

- What were you afraid of?

- I was afraid I was
becoming like him.

And I was afraid I was
starting to like it.

- Finally, we're
making progress.

- I don't see her, Sam.

- I'm telling you, Fi,
she pulled in here.

- Well, we should get moving.

The longer we wait,
the further she'll...

- hey, right there. Bingo!

- What the hell is she doing?
- She's gonna burn Mike's stuff.

There's an incinerator in there.

Fi, we can't lose her again.
We got to stay closer.

- I have some skip tracing
equipment in the trunk.

- If we plant something
in her car...

- no, Fi, you know,
how thorough she is.

If she sweeps her
car for trackers

and finds something,
this is over.

- Who said anything
about trackers?

I have an infrared
strobe we can use.

- Well, it's a great idea, but
that means you got to get

access to the car, a
decent power source.

- Have a little faith, Sam.

How am I looking?
- Pretty good for now,

but keep moving.

They're gonna run out of
stuff to burn pretty soon.

And where the hell did you get an I.R.
Strobe, anyway?

Isn't that a military toy?

- I'm a one-woman army.

Strobe's in place.

- Okay.

All right.

Rudolph might be out of a job.
It's shining bright.

Fi, you got company.
Get out of there now.

- One more bolt.
- Fi, I'm tellin' you,

you got, like, ten
seconds and then

they're gonna be close
enough to help you finish.

[Car engine starting]

All right, Fi, get back here.
We gotta move.

- So I looked into
your friend, Larry.

Must say that the files I
pulled on your ops together

were... Very, very intriguing.

Here's what we need, Michael...

We need to understand
who he was to you.

- What do you want to know?

- Why did you and Larry
stop working together?

- [Sniffles] I already told you.

- Well, you can't deny that
you were a powerful team,

and the CIA wouldn't let you
split up without good reason.

- I was needed in
the middle east,

so that's where I went.

- Talk to me about
vedeno, November, '95.

What happened there?

You and Larry were never on
record working together again

after that op. Talk
me about that.

- Recon mission.
- Recon?

Then why were you sent home

six months before your
posting was finished?

- I made a tactical mistake.

- What'd that mistake look like?

- We trusted a local
military commander,

but he betrayed us.

- Oh, so you got
played by an asset.

Ops have gone bad on you before.

What makes this one so unique?

Michael.

Michael?

[Snaps fingers] Michael!

Pay attention!

You and Larry, betrayed
by your contact,

then what?

- We had to find him.

The Intel he had could
expose everyone.

- That bastard.

He couldn't have gotten far.

Let's move.

We tracked him down.
Standard op.

Locate, corner, neutralize.

- Now you're just
parroting orders.

What did you and Larry do?

- Ah, kid, it happened.

You know, you can
deny it all you want,

but nothing is gonna
change the facts.

Why don't you want
to talk about it?

Hey, you know, these...
These were our glory days.

This was beautiful.

This was something
to be proud of.

- Get out of my head, Larry.

I'm not listening
to you anymore.

- [Laughs]

- [Coughs]

- Ah, don't look
at me like that.

These... Are not innocents.

They were hiding an enemy.
Our enemy!

- That wasn't how it was
supposed to happen!

- What happened? What
happened, tell me.

- We interrogated the villagers.

They had helped him escape.

They were just farmers.

Didn't take long to figure
out where they had hid him.

He had barricaded himself
inside of a factory.

- He doesn't want
tactical details.

He's not gonna stop until
you give him what's inside!

- It was too risky to
breach and extract,

so we neutralized the situation.

- Damn it! Again,
with "neutralize"!

For the love of god,
use real words!

The man was hiding
like a coward!

Was it worth risking our
lives to silence him?

Hell, no! So tell him
how you solved it.

Tell him what you did.

- I blew it up. I
blew up the building.

- That what's bothering you, is
that you blew up a building.

There is more to it than that.

You're safe here,
you can tell me.

- Go on. Come on.

Tell him why you
ran away from me.

- I didn't know there
were people in there.

- Stop right there. You knew.

- I couldn't see inside!
- Are you kidding me?

You could have looked
through the window.

You could have counted
cars in the lot!

But you didn't!

No, you want to try and play the
boy scout and tell yourself,

"oh, it was an accident,"
but I know better,

'cause I saw the
look in your eye,

that killer instinct. You
knew they were there!

- I didn't care!

I lost control, I was angry.

My friends... my friends
were gonna die.

I didn't care what it took
or who stood in my way,

I was gonna make sure that
son of a bitch was dead.

I let my feelings blind me.

I never wanted that
to happen again.

- [Chuckles]

And that is why...

You always get the job done
without collateral damage.

- The people... In the factory,

sometimes, I hear them scream.

- They never stop.

They can get quieter,
but they never stop.

Michael, I want you
to understand,

what you've done here
today, it's very important,

because I can't protect
you unless I know

what's driving you.

You share your burden...

I will help you carry it.

Now, you get some rest
because it is clear to me

there are more demons
inside of you,

and I will do whatever it
takes to dig them out.

- A spy is trained

to deal with a wide range
of external threats...

Combat, pursuit, capture,
interrogation, even torture.

Training is designed
to expose you

to as many situations
as possible

so that when you encounter them
in the real world, you're ready.

There are situations, though,
you simply can't prepare for.

No amount of experience
or training can help you

when the threat comes from
inside your own mind.

[Glass breaking]

- Frank, stop it, you're drunk.
Just calm down!

- Nate, go next door, now.
[Glass breaking]

- He'll hurt you.

- No, he won't. I'll be fine.

- No.
- Go.

- [Grunts] Get outta
my way, bitch!

[Slaps] Ugh!

- You still have eyes on Sonya?
- I sure do.

She just took a right on 5th.

Traffic is light on 4th.

Take a right here, we'll
pick her up again.

- Damn it, red light.

- What, is that a problem?

- No, more of a warning.

- Oh! Oh, Fi, what the hell?

[Car horn honking]

Jesus, Fi!

[Tires screeching]

[Car horn honking]

- You see her?

We should be going
parallel to her now.

- Nothing yet. It'd
be a lot easier

if you weren't driving
like Mario Andretti.

- What are you talking about?

Mario Andretti never
had a car like this.

[Tires screeching]

- There she is, go left.

[Tires screeching]

Okay.

I think my liver's in my
throat, but... Good job, Fi.

- What's on the other
side of that gate?

- Looks like a road that
leads to a private island.

- I don't know if we
can stay with Sonya.

Those guards could tip her
off if we try to get by.

- All right, well, how about this?
Look...

See how the island juts
out to the harbor?

I think our best view of the
place is from the water.

- You're proposing we swim?
- No, we don't have to get wet.

Elsa owns a speedboat.

It's docked on the
other side of the bay.

Maybe Jesse can come
and pick us up.

I'll just call Elsa
and set it up.

- Fine, but hurry.

I don't like the thought
of Michael in there alone.

- Relax.

Breathe.

- [Inhales]

There.

One of the reasons you
are here is because

your career is marked with
an extraordinary degree...

Of loyalty.

Loyalty... To the agency.

Loyalty to your
fellow operatives.

Loyalty to your friends.

That is a good thing...

But it's also a problem.

Old loyalties die hard.

And I need to know that
you've left yours behind.

- They are. I'm all alone.

- That's an easy thing to say.

'Cause I know how hard it can be

to cut ties.

Especially when you've
been in the game

as long as you have.

- Look at the work I've
done with Sonya and Burke.

I've been loyal to you.

- You were useful to us.

I'm grateful for that.

But when Burke found you,

you needed something.

Something to hold on to.

We gave you that.

Loyalty and need... they're
not the same thing.

You don't know our cause.

You can't blindly dedicate
yourself to something

that quickly.

Not yet, anyway.

Michael...

If you're a part of
something else...

Then you need to tell me.

- Michael!

Michael! Where the hell are you?

Michael.

- Michael?

I know it's hard.

Just trust me.

It is better for both of us
if you just tell me now.

- Michael!

[Clatter]

Michael!

Damn it, look at me when I
am talking to you, son!

- Dad?

You can't be here.

- Why? 'Cause I'm dead?

You can't get rid of me
that easily, Michael.

- Michael!

You're holding on to something.

What is it?

- It's just me. It's... it's...

It's over.

I don't...
- tell him.

Go on, tell him what you
care about the most.

It sure as hell
ain't your family!

You never gave a damn about me

or your mother or Nate.

So what is it, Michael?

Come on, I want to hear
you say it out loud!

- I am not doing this.

- You're not doing what?

What are you resisting?

- You dedicated your entire
life to that agency.

Okay? That goddamn agency!

And now it is time
to come clean!

- No!

- You might not like
me, but you will...

Hey! You will listen
to your father!

[Scoffs] You wanna play
tough with me now?

'Cause I don't mind pounding
the truth out of you.

- Ohh!

- You left home for the CIA.
- Uhh!

- You lost Fiona for the CIA.

And you got your own brother
killed for the CIA.

And now you're sure as hell
gonna give them credit for it!

- Stop!
- So tell them, Michael!

You tell him!
- Don't do this! Stop!

- This all stops when
you start talking.

- Uhh!

[Gasping]

Ohh. [Sighs]

[Running footsteps]

[Grunts] [Running
footsteps approach]

- What did you tell him?

Michael, what did you tell him?

- What?
- Before you passed out.

Before they threw you in here.
You said something.

What did you tell him?

- I don't know.

I don't remember.

- Whatever it is, it's bad.

He knows, Michael.

- [Groans] - He knows
you betrayed us.

He's going to kill you.

We have to go.

- We have to keep moving.

It won't be long before somebody

realizes that you're missing.

- I can't walk. I can't make it.

- You can and you will.

[Door shuts]

Otherwise, we're both dead.

[Indistinct voices]

- Why are you risking
your life for me?

- Because you risked your life
to get me out of that prison.

I owe you.

And I pay my debts.

Come on.

Come on, Weston, one foot
in front of the other.

- Okay, wait a minute.

Hang on, I got
something right there.

Mike and Sonya.

[Man shouting in distance]

- We have to move faster.

Come on.

- Now we know what
they're running from.

I count six armed guards
coming in on them.

What are you doing?
- What do you think I'm doing?

I'm backing them up.

- Sam, we're too far away.

- What the hell else
are we supposed to do?

I've made harder shots.

- Is that it?

You've got nothing else
to say to your father?

- No, sir.

- What's that? Speak up.
I can't hear you.

- No, sir!

- What did you tell him?

- I didn't tell him anything.

[Whispering] I never
tell him anything.

- Michael, come on.
Move your feet!

Let's go. Come on.

- I'm not leaving.
- What are you talking about?

You need to help
me with the boat...

- I have to go back.

- You can't go back.
He'll kill you.

Michael, please,
you're not thinking...

- Sonya, listen to me.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Michael.

Michael!

- What the hell is he doing?

- Looks like he's giving up.
Why would he do that?

- Because he doesn't know
that we're here to help him,

that's why.

- Stop right there.
On your knees.

- [Panting]

- Sam, don't.

- Fi, let go of my arm.

- It's too late.

They've got him.

- Don't touch me!

- Uhh!

[Groans]

- Oh, Michael.

I didn't want to do this.

You are an impressive operative.

[Cartridge snaps]
You lied to me.

You betrayed me.

- You won't pull that trigger.

- Why?

- Because I'm here.

I have no reason to run.

And I have nothing to hide.

- Wish I could believe you.

- Oh, you can.

You can question me,

drug me, torture me.

It won't matter.

Because I know who I am.

- A man who has no secrets

can trust himself.

I'm glad you're
that kind of man.

- I told you.

This one's a keeper.

- Michael...

I'm James.

Welcome to the family.

- Hey, so how's Mike doing?

Is he still sleeping it off?

- Madeline's been
taking care of him,

but he's pretty out of it.
- He say anything else?

- His brain's still
scrambled from the drugs

in his system.

Fi tried talking to him,
he took one look at her...

Started crying. Couldn't stop.

You find anything?

- Kind of.

I went to the house
where Mike was held.

Well, see for yourself.

- What am I looking at?

- The house is gone.

- Gone?
- What?

- They must have demolished it

the minute they dumped
Mike on the docks.

- This James dude leveled
a $10 million mansion

just to cover his tracks?

- That's what I think.

- What the hell has Michael
gotten himself into?

- Hi.

- [Groans]

- Hi, baby.

Charlie's so excited his
uncle Mike is staying over.

I couldn't get him to
sleep in his own bed,

so he wanted to stay here
with you until you woke up.

How you feeling?

- I've had better days.

- I've seen you look
rough before, Michael...

But nothing like this.

What did they do to you?

- They tried to get
inside my head.

They wanted me to
tell them everything.

- You held out?

- Barely.

They gave me drugs.

I saw things.

I remembered moments,

people...

- Is that why you look so lost?

- I saw dad.

- I can imagine how hard
that must have been.

- Seeing him wasn't
the hard part, ma.

It was realizing...

He was the only
reason I survived.