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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.

- Michael Westen, welcome back to the CIA.

Your mission is a deep-cover job

going after the leader of a terrorist network.

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

This is where we learn if you are the man you say you are.

- I've done everything you've asked of me.

That should count for something.

I'll tell you whatever you want to know.

- Yes, you will. Shall we begin?

[Alarm blaring]

When were you recruited by the central intelligence agency?

[Overlapping questions] Who was your training officer?

[Alarm blaring]

Your career is marked with an extraordinary degree

of loyalty.

Old loyalties die hard,

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

- You won't pull that trigger. - Why?

- Because I'm here, and I have nothing to hide.

- A man who has no secrets

can trust himself.

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

I'm James.

- [Grunts]

- Where is James Kendrick?

- That's his last name? Kendrick?

- Do you want to know why I've been rotting

in a mental institution for the past 15 years?

Because that bastard put me there.

- This new asset is a delta too.

Peter Millard.

He was in James's special forces unit,

disappeared the same time James did.

- I loved that man, and he led me straight to hell.

- Working a long-term undercover job is about learning

to live with uncertainty...

The uncertainty that comes with chasing

something you can never see.

You're often going after a target you know

little or nothing about.

- I see that look in your eye.

This James guy, he's getting to you.

- They all are. - I know.

You don't know their plans.

You don't know where they'll be.

You don't know what they know about you.

- Tell me, do you know how far James is willing to go?

- I think I'm starting to. - I doubt it.

- After a while, that uncertainty

begins to gnaw at you.

It affects you, no matter how well-trained you are.

What did he do?

- He killed them all.

The whole unit.

Slit their throats while they were sleeping.

- The real battle becomes the one within yourself,

to keep your doubts at bay.

- You think you can stop him?

No one can stop him.

- So that when the day comes

to take your target down...

You're ready.

[Knocking at door]

Can I help you?

- James has asked that you come with us.

- What's this about?

- We're not at Liberty to discuss that, sir.

We'll need your gun and your phone.

Please.

Head in through those doors.

- Keep walking.

- Hey, Mike.

Want to tell us what the hell is happening?

- I don't know, Sam.

- I was with your mother and Charlie

when they dragged me off.

- They took away your phone and gun too?

- Yeah, they did.

- Okay, I'm just gonna say what we're all thinking.

What if James didn't bring us here to talk?

Maybe it's time to start game-planning a way out of here.

- If I could get my hands on one of those...

- We are outnumbered three to one.

Besides, if this was an execution,

we'd be dead already.

- So we're just supposed to trust this guy?

- You're supposed to trust me, Sam.

- Midas is moving.

All units, Midas is moving.

All exits secure.

- James, what the hell is going on?

You ask us here without a moment's notice,

no communication, no warning.

- I needed to talk to you.

I apologize if my arrangements caused you any anxiety.

Security precautions. Couldn't be helped.

- You could have just told us where to meet you.

- Well, a man in my position doesn't last very long

by announcing where he's going in advance.

- I understand that,

but what were we supposed to think?

- I'm not concerned with what you think.

I'm concerned with what you do, and you all did fine.

- So this was a test?

- We may not have worked together that long,

but you should know by now everything's a test, Michael.

Now, lady, gentlemen, we have a lot to discuss.

- I want to thank you for bearing with me on this.

Normally I like to do this sort of thing

in a more civilized fashion.

We needed a team in Miami in a hurry.

You're it. - James, what is this about?

Is it a job?

- Michael, waiting tables is a job.

Digging ditches, that is a job.

This is more than a job.

A man is gonna be assassinated in the next 24 hours,

and I want to make sure that that doesn't happen.

That's the man you'll be protecting.

His name is Omar Hamed.

- He's one of the lead reformers in the middle east.

- He is the lead reformer.

He ran the Tripoli peace accords last year, among other things.

- Now this Hamed, is he one of yours?

- Has no idea we exist,

but if he dies, there will be a war.

And let's just say that a war

would affect our interests.

This is Ben Snyder, one of my most senior men.

He'll be running this op.

- These men are with a Libyan radical group with local ties.

Last week, they got a shipment of mp5s, an SUV,

and orders to kill Hamed

at the economic development conference downtown.

- Does he know he's being targeted?

- Unfortunately no,

and we can't risk compromising our sources on this.

- So what's your plan to protect him?

- Ben.

- I've arranged with the company

handling security for the conference,

and Westen and axe are gonna be

on Hamed's security detail.

Glenanne and Porter

will work with me on the perimeter

starting tomorrow at 9:00 A.M.

- Ben is our middle east expert,

and this is his first field op.

Now there's no reason to be nervous, Ben.

You up for this? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good. Then let's get started.

Now that is assuming that you're all in.

- Yeah, we're in.

- I don't know who these men are you're working with,

but Charlie was in the house

when they came to take Fiona away.

- I know, mom. I'm sorry. - There's a worse part.

Do you want to hear the worst part?

We weren't even supposed to be here.

I was supposed to be at a meeting at Charlie's preschool.

A meeting that, by the way, happened to get canceled.

The people you work for arranged to have

my meeting canceled, so I'd be home

and then Fiona would come over and visit like she usually does

on Thursdays and they could come and pick her up right here!

What kind of people are these, Michael?

Use a three-year-old little boy.

- Mom, that's not something I can talk about.

- Oh, really?

Well, you're gonna have to talk about it.

How did they know?

How did they know my schedule or Fiona's?

How did they know when to call?

- They were probably watching you.

- Oh, really? And that's okay with you?

- No, it's not okay. It's just...

It's just a fact of life right now.

- You know, sometimes, Michael,

people get used to the wrong things.

I can't afford to do that.

Not anymore.

I've got Charlie.

- Just let it go.

- I can't do that anymore, Michael.

You do whatever it is you have to do.

And I will do whatever I have to do.

- Some people say that democracy is a western idea,

that it is incompatible

with the middle eastern way of life.

- Personal security uses a method called "arm's reach."

In an attack, if you're closest

to the client, you shield them.

If you're closest to the attacker,

you focus on the threat.

One man tries to defend against danger,

and the other one tries to find it.

Of course, if personal security has to get involved,

something's already gone very wrong.

[Computer beeping]

A good security setup

stops threats before they ever get close.

With a combination of human spotters,

computerized facial recognition,

and electronic surveillance equipment,

the goal is to find the bad guys

long before they make a move.

- We're all clear out here.

And cell phone activity

isn't picking up any red flags.

See anything, Westen? - No. All clear.

- Plant the seeds of an everlasting peace.

Thank you. [Applause]

- He's on the move. Let's stay sharp.

- This reception should last about an hour.

If you gentlemen would like

to grab something to eat in the meantime...

- Thank you, sir, but we're fine.

- Sir, please don't worry about us.

Anything you need, we're right here.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Too bad.

Those hors d'oeuvres are looking good.

Did you see those crab cakes? - Let's get through this, Sam.

Just one more hour, and I'll buy you

all the crab cakes you want.

- Hey, fair warning, that could get pricey.

- Okay, just checking in.

We're not seeing any hit teams out here.

Not even seeing any Libyans.

- Keep looking. My intelligence on this is solid.

They'll be there.

- Look, I know it's been a while since you've been in the field,

but maybe security scared 'em off.

No one's been in for two hours.

This thing should be over pretty soon.

- When are we off duty here?

When's Hamed officially dodged the bullet?

- When the mission is done.

We just need to get him safely to the airport,

and then the U.N. Security will...

[computer beeping]

- Will what? Snyder, everything okay?

- Jesus, I think we have something.

- Something? What kind of something?

- How about a little detail here?

- Just give me a minute!

It's an encrypted phone call coming from inside the hotel.

- Can you pinpoint the signal?

- I can triangulate the towers down to 1,000 feet.

Do you see anything?

- There's lots of convention folks

talking on phones. Could be any one of 'em.

[Indistinct chatter]

- Sam, there.

- Where? - 12:00.

Server with an earpiece.

- He seems very interested in our guy too.

- He could be calling in a location for a hit.

Get Hamed to a secure area.

- Excuse me, sir, sorry to interrupt.

You need to come with me right now.

- What's going on? - No time to explain.

It's for your own safety.

- He's running, Sam. Get Hamed out of here now.

I have a target running through the laundry room

towards the service elevator.

- I see him. He's moving towards the east exit.

- I'm on my way now.

- We're coming around the south side.

- What is this?

Tell me what's going on.

Is someone coming?

- Honestly, sir, I have no idea.

Someone is looking into it, all right?

In the meantime, just stay back and away from that door.

- Don't make a move.

- Please don't shoot. It's not my fault.

They made me do it!

- Made you do what?

- Made you do what? - I can't say.

I can't! [Tires screech]

- Get down!

[Gunfire]

[Tires screech]

[Gunshots]

[Rock music]

*

He's dead.

- What's the matter?

- I don't... I don't... I can't breathe.

- What? - [Coughs]

- You're burning up. Mike, we got a problem.

Our guy is not good. He's having problems breathing.

- Problems breathing how? - I don't know.

He's running a fever, and his pulse is weak.

- Sam, did Hamed eat anything?

- Well, food, yeah. He had a little plate of...

Oh, Mike, you're not saying... not the crab cakes.

- Our guy didn't call in a hit.

He was confirming it.

Hamed was poisoned.

- Son of a bitch.

- Combat support hospitals

are portable operating rooms

that can be set up anywhere in an hour.

If you don't have time

to get your wounded to a doctor,

hospitals like these can bring the doctor to you.

But there are still some injuries

that even immediate medical attention can't fix.

- His liver's failing.

I gave him beta-blockers to slow the poison,

but his systems are shutting down.

- Okay, maybe it's time to get

this guy to a real hospital.

- No, he'll be too exposed at a hospital.

- Wouldn't matter anyway.

He was poisoned with a custom-made toxin

we can't reverse-engineer.

You want to save him, find the antidote.

Without it, I give him 24 hours tops.

- Oh, that's great.

We have a day to find the antidote,

and our only lead is the dead guy who poisoned him.

- It's better than nothing.

If we start with what we know about the assassin...

- assassin?

Snyder, you saw the guy. He was terrified.

He didn't even recognize the Libyans

when they drove up in their car.

He was a cut-out.

- I say we grill whatever friends and family

he has here in Miami

and get his connection to the Libyans.

- Okay, hang on, now you're gonna drag

the poor bastard's family into this?

- Hamed is dying. You got a better idea?

- A better idea than interrogating

a caterer's grandma?

Yeah, give me, like, two seconds.

I'll give you a better idea.

- This is not your call to make.

- Maybe it is. - Hold on.

Look, Fi and Jesse are working on this.

Let's see what they're doing before we kill each other.

- All right. Let's do it.

- Sam.

- Hey.

I was just about to come get you guys. Look at this.

We checked the dead guy's phone records.

Last calls before we spotted him were to a strip club

down by the Miami river. - So the guy's into strippers.

What does that have to do with anything?

- Hang on, hang on.

Place was investigated six times

for distributing synthetic drugs

to clubs in Miami.

- The owner's name

is Dr. Khalid Maziq.

Immigration papers list him as a chemical engineer

from Libya.

I'd say we found the maker of our poison.

- We make the right approach,

we might be able to get the antidote.

- The right approach? How about a gun to his head?

- Snyder, he's a drug dealer. He'll be very well-armed.

If this turns into a gun fight,

you can forget about saving hamed.

Your guys need to stay away from that place.

Fi, Jesse, the Libyans didn't see you back at the hotel.

If you could get in,

get some alone time with Maziq,

we might be able to do this.

- Right now? He's gonna be spooked.

We're gonna need an awful good reason to talk to him.

- Tell me what you need.

- For someone who's not used to being under surveillance,

knowing someone's watching can be a lot worse

than being oblivious.

The problem is that, when anyone could be watching you,

it often feels like everyone is watching you.

- Afternoon, Mrs. Westen.

- Hello.

- Say hi, Charlie. - Hi.

- Hi, Charlie.

- Hey, Charlie, I want to show you a cool bug I found.

- Go ahead. See the bug, honey.

Bye, Charlie.

- Let's see here.

Mrs. Westen, are you all right?

- Uh, could I ask you a question?

- Yeah.

- Has the delivery truck over my shoulder

been there awhile?

- Delivery truck?

Um, which one?

- The...

I'm sorry. [Laughs]

I must be having a senior moment.

Um, keep an eye on Charlie.

- Of course.

- Whether you're a professional

or a civilian, there's ultimately

only one real way to figure out for sure

if someone's watching you.

You have to go somewhere concealed

and see if they follow.

[Phone beeps]

- Hold it.

Why are you following me?

- Following you? Ma'am, I'm just taking a walk.

- A walk? Around here?

In an alley behind some dumpsters?

- Looks like you had the same idea.

- I want answers.

Who are you? What do you want from me?

Talk! 'Cause I will shoot you.

- Then I guess you'll just have to shoot me.

[Electronic music]

*

- there are a lot of reasons strip clubs

have become a common meeting spot

for a wide range of criminal activities.

For one thing, they're open in the day,

windowless, and too loud

for good audio surveillance.

They also provide privacy.

Dark corners designed for flirting with dancers

work just as well for a covert meeting.

And of course, if you're doing or saying anything illegal,

chances are, everyone else will be too distracted to notice.

- This is a tough gig. - [Chuckles]

- You get any suspicious looks on your way in?

- Actually, I slipped in without so much as a glance.

- That's 'cause you're not naked.

- Please tell me we have news on our poisoner.

- Maziq's been having meetings in his office all afternoon.

See the pep squad over there in the corner?

They've been going up one by one talking to him,

probably planning

some post-assassination political activities.

Been watching 'em since I got here a few hours ago.

- Armed?

- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Seen a couple glocks, a few machine pistols.

- You sure this is the right place to try to grab him?

- Well, he's only bringing one bodyguard

with him to the office.

If we can get a meeting, we can jump him in there.

But with everything that's going on,

I don't know how excited he's gonna be

to make a drug deal with us.

- Well, Snyder and I put a little something together

that might help with that.

- Wow.

I thought we were gonna get, like, a dime bag

and some petty cash. That is...

- that is a thousand tabs of pure ecstasy

and $100,000 cash.

- And Snyder just has that laying around?

- They have a storage warehouse

that is like a terrorist swap meet.

I didn't see all of it, but there were some crates

the Chinese army probably wants back,

not to mention some serious biohazard symbols.

- Sounds like James could do

some real damage if he wanted to.

- [Sighs] Well, as much as I would like

to dwell on that delightful thought,

this could be our chance.

Maziq's finally popped his head out.

- Let's do it.

- When you have to make a cold approach

and you have to make it fast,

you don't get any points for being polite.

The most important thing

is to get your target's attention.

- Dr. Mahzik.

- Because it doesn't matter if they like you...

- It's Maziq. Who are you?

- As long as they like what you have to say.

- I'm Demetrius. This is Janie.

Listen.

We need somebody to help us out

with a little business arrangement.

Word in the clubs is that you are the man

that we're looking for.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm too busy today.

- Oh, I'm sure you are.

You're busy, I'm busy, everybody's busy.

It's a busy business.

- Maybe you didn't hear what I said.

I don't have time today. - I disagree.

I think you do have time for this.

- Oh, what the hell are you doing?

- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

- It's time for them to leave.

- And miss out on the biggest deal of your life?

- What are you talking about?

- That is the purest "x" in Miami. My product.

- And what does that have to do with me?

- Man who used to make it for me went and blew himself up.

- We have 50 gallons of industrial-grade borohydride

sitting in a truck with nowhere to process it.

- We are offering you

50% after expenses.

- All right. I'll think about it.

- You know, I understand that your time is valuable.

Would 100,000

be agreeable for a ten-minute chat...

Now?

- Come on.

Follow me.

- Once you've sold your cover I.D. To your target,

it's important to know your limits.

The more complex and technical your cover is,

the greater the danger you'll be discovered.

If you're pretending to be an expert

in organic chemistry, it's a good idea

to make your move as quickly as possible.

- So tell me, the borohydride...

- it's on its way here now.

- Hey, buddy.

You want to give us a second here?

- It's okay. Go.

[Door opens]

- Show him the money, baby.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- We're gonna ask you some questions,

and you're gonna answer them.

- Who are you?

- We're friends of Omar hamed. You remember him.

About yay high, gray hair, you poisoned him.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh, try again, Maziq.

The man who poisoned hamed

called here right after he did it.

You made the poison. We want the antidote now.

- [Chuckles] Oh, yeah.

You need the antidote.

You shoot me now, then what?

Hmm? How would I tell you where it is?

[Phone beeps] [Shouting in Arabic]

[Indistinct shouting]

- That was a bad move.

- I don't think so.

Omar hamed

is going to die like the dog that he is,

and now so are you two.

- It's not gonna hold very long, Fi.

- It's over.

There's ten men in the hall.

No other way out of here. - Not so sure about that.

Jesse, grab a chair.

That window's not gonna break itself.

- Oh, crap.

[Indistinct shouting]

- Move.

Excuse me.

Come on. - No, wait, I can't swim!

- Then I suggest you hold your breath.

- [Screams]

- My people will find me,

and they will kill you.

- Okay, we're clear of maziq's men,

but we don't have long.

- Well, unfortunately, he's not being very cooperative.

- Well, he better start getting cooperative.

Hamed is dying because of this son of a bitch.

Where the hell is the antidote?

- [Spits] There's your antidote.

- No, no, no, Snyder, cool off, man.

- I'll cool off when he starts talking.

We don't get to fail, do you understand?

- I understand that.

Smacking him around is not gonna help anything.

Once he figures out help's not on the way,

he's gonna crack. Trust me.

- And what if he doesn't?

Hmm?

Time for a more direct approach.

- What are you doing?

- Injecting him with his own poison.

I shot that straight into your bloodstream, Maziq,

so it's gonna hit you

a lot harder and faster than it did hamed.

If you want to live,

you better take us to that antidote right now.

[Machine beeps]

- I don't like that look. What's up?

- It's his electrolytes. They're too high.

He's gonna crash soon unless we counteract the poison.

[Cell phone ringing] - [Sighs]

Yeah, Jesse, we're running out of time here.

Please tell me you've got the antidote.

- No, not yet, but it looks like we're about to.

Maziq's got a drug lab out in Hialeah.

It's 405 east 87th street.

- Yeah, okay, look, Mike's getting the car right now.

We should just meet you there with hamed.

- You're bringing him. Are you sure?

- Believe me, he may not even last that long.

The sooner he gets the antidote, the better.

- Being under surveillance is more stressful

than most people realize.

Even when you have no contact with the people watching you,

just knowing that they're there can take a lot out of you.

The problem is

you begin to feel eyes on you all the time.

Often it's just

your imagination playing tricks on you,

but sometimes those eyes are all too real.

- Mrs. Westen, you don't really want that cigarette, do you?

You've been doing so well.

- Who the hell are you?

- I hear you've been looking for answers.

I am the man who has them.

- What do you want? Why are you in my house?

- Just want to have a conversation.

That's all. Have a seat.

Please.

Now you feel free, keep that gun pointed at me

if it makes you feel more comfortable.

- Yeah, I think I will.

- Good.

Do you know who I am?

- You're the man Michael's working with.

- Yes.

- The man who keeps sending people to watch me.

- You care about your family very much.

What you have to understand is, so do I.

I made a commitment to your son

to protect you,

all the people he cares about.

That includes you... And Charlie.

- You want to protect us? - Yes.

- Then why do you have people follow us everywhere we go?

- [Sighs] I know.

It seems extreme.

I'm a man who's willing to go to extremes

to do what I feel is right, and...

I make no apology for that.

- You're doing this because now Michael works for you?

- [Chuckles]

Works for me.

Uh, no.

Michael is much more than an employee,

a great deal more than that,

but I'm not here to talk about Michael.

Here to talk about you.

You've already lost so much...

Your husband

and your son.

I don't want you to lose anyone else, Madeline.

Please...

Let me protect you.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- The next time you show up like this,

I will shoot you on sight.

[Door creaks open]

[Door shuts]

- This is it?

That place is too big to just be a drug lab.

- It's storage.

Also distribution.

There are training areas, places for the men to stay.

- You said two guards, Maziq. I count ten, easy.

- Probably increased security after what happened at the club.

- That's a problem for us and for you.

How do we get in without being seen?

- I don't know. I'm not sure that you can.

- Well, you better figure something out.

- Please, please, I don't want to die.

- Well, then you better come up

with a way to get in there quick.

- Okay, I might have something.

In the back, there's a break in the fence.

It was supposed to be our way out if police come.

- Is it guarded? - Maybe. I don't know.

- Well, it can't be any worse than the front.

Might be worth a shot.

- There are many techniques for dealing with guards

without raising alarm.

- Thanks. I'm gonna go take a leak.

- They all boil down to two basic steps...

A stunning move to stop your target from crying out

and a subduing move to keep him quiet.

- Okay, guys, we're clear.

- You're up, Maziq.

[Keypad beeping]

- Here.

Use the key.

[Unlocking]

The antidote is in the refrigerator.

- Well, go get it.

Let's go, Maziq.

- Grab me a syringe from there.

What are you doing? You said...

- I know what I said. Sit down.

- Snyder, what the hell's going on?

- We only needed him to show us the proper dose.

We don't need him alive. - You're just gonna let him die?

- You're gonna let him go back in business,

so he can take another shot at hamed?

Or maybe you want to turn him over to the FBI,

so he can tell them all about us?

No. This ends here.

Either the poison's gonna kill him,

or his pals are gonna execute him for helping us.

I'm good either way.

- Okay, just hold on.

[Gunshot] Snyder!

[Gunshot]

- So much for getting out of here quietly.

- It came from over here!

Hey, there they are!

- Move. Move!

[Gunfire]

- We got them cornered.

- You all right?

- Yeah, but hamed won't be

if we don't get him that damn antidote.

[Gunfire]

[Gunshot]

- They got us covered from two directions.

There's two in the upper hallway and one by the exit.

[Gunfire]

- Is there another way out? - No, there's no luck.

It's just some barred up windows this way.

Only way out's the way we came in.

[Gunfire]

- Call Michael. Tell him to hang back.

[Tires screech]

- How's he doing, Sam?

- Not good, Mike.

His breathing is shallow, and he's getting cold.

- How's his heart rate? - Even worse.

Dropping about a quarter beat every minute.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Jesse, we're almost there.

- Okay, listen, we got into a bit of a situation

with maziq's guards.

We're gonna have to come out to you guys.

There's a clearing about 100 yards behind the lab.

Wait there. Have hamed ready.

- Believe me, he will be.

Just get to us as fast as you can.

He doesn't have long. - Will do, brother.

And keep your head down.

We're gonna be coming out extremely hot.

Okay, Mike should be here soon.

Sounds like Hamed's fading fast, though.

- We need to make a run for it, now.

- If two of us lay down

enough cover fire, it should be enough

for the other one to get out.

Jesse, you ready to run?

- What about you two?

- Someone has to hold them off. We'll be right behind you, okay?

- You better be.

- You take the two in the upper hallway,

and I'll take the exit.

You ready?

On three. Three.

[Gunfire]

- Where's hamed? - In the back with Sam.

Where are Fi and Snyder?

- They should be right behind me.

- The window!

[Gunfire]

What are we gonna do?

They got us surrounded on all sides.

- I'll take care of this. You just keep these guys busy.

- [Grunts]

[Gunshots]

- Oh, Jesus.

Snyder, get back! It's gonna blow.

[Men screaming]

[Gunfire]

Snyder!

I'm trapped. The flames are too high!

Find something to help me get through this window.

- I can't find anything. I'm sorry.

- Snyder! - I'm sorry.

I can't! - [Coughing]

Snyder!

[Coughing]

- Where's Fiona?

Snyder, where is she?

- She didn't make it. Come on. The whole place is on fire.

We gotta get out of here.

- What do you mean, she didn't make it?

- I mean she's gone. There was an explosion.

And there was... - did you see it happen?

Did you see her die?

Fi!

Fi!

Aah!

Fi.

[Dramatic music]

*

[monitor beeping]

- Michael.

- Hey. Hey, Fi.

- How long have I been here?

- Just a few hours.

- [Sighs]

[Coughs]

- Hamed? - He's gonna be okay.

We got him the antidote in time.

- What is this?

- Nothing.

- You got me out of there.

I didn't think I was gonna get out.

[Sighs] Thank you.

- You would have done the same.

- Sir, can you join us outside?

- Hey, Mike. How's Fi doing?

- She's... she's stable, and she'll be okay.

- Good. Can't keep her down for long, huh?

[Footsteps approaching, guns click]

- Looks like the hive is buzzing.

- Heard about Fiona.

If she needs anything,

you don't hesitate to ask. You understand?

I'm sorry we couldn't take her to a real hospital.

They'd ask too many questions.

We owe her, you, and your entire team

a great debt of gratitude for today.

- And hamed?

- He's more than okay.

He's on his way to Tripoli now for the second round

of peace talks.

I know it wasn't easy,

but it was a successful mission.

For the most part.

- James, I... - Ben, don't.

Just don't make excuses.

Do you remember when I first invited you

to join me, to join us?

- Of course. I'll never forget it.

- And do you remember

the promises that we made to each other that day?

- That we would always stand together.

- Stand together. Yes.

What else?

What did I tell you when you asked

to run a team in a field?

- We'd never leave anyone behind.

- That's right.

Never.

- James, please,

you have to understand, I didn't think

that there was anything I could do to save her.

- I understand that.

I understand it.

I can't forgive it. [Gun cocks]

- James...

- That's enough.

- James, what the hell are you doing?

- What needs to be done, Michael.

- He made a mistake.

- A mistake?

A member of your team almost died today

because of this man's lack of action.

I don't call that a mistake.

I call it cowardice.

I call it betrayal.

- James...

- He made a promise, Michael.

And promises must be kept.

Tell me I'm wrong.

- James...

- Tell me I'm wrong.

Good-bye, Ben. [Gunshot]