My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until...
We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted...
When you're burned you've got noth/hg...
No cash, no credit, no job nl'sz'0/y.
- — You're stuck in whate ver city they decide to dump you in. - Where am I?
Miami.
You do whate ver work comes your way
you rely on anyone who's still talk/ng to you—...
- A tr/gger—happ y ex-g/ylfr/end— - — should we shoot them?
An old friend who used to inform on you to the f. B. I...
You know spies. Bunch of bitchy little girls.
Family too— — hey, is that your mom again?
If you're desperate. — Someone needs your help, Michael.
Bottom line: Until you figure out who burnedyou,
you're not going anywhere.
As a spy, you have a lot of ways to get information.
You can get it with a gun. You can get it with a lac/(Pick.
You can get it with a listening de vice.
But most ofi'en, more than all the other mformat/on-gather/ng techniques combined
you get information with a free lunch.
How come you never invite me to lunch at places like this?
Oh, there's no need, Sam. You'll do almost anything for a three—dollar beer.
Yeah, sure. Barry tracks down a Cayman island bank account number,
and he gets lunch at the Chadwick?
That number leads to whoever was trying to kill me.
So, yes, the Chadwick.
He's been complaining about the job for days.
Yeah, and the squeaky wheel gets the surfand turf. I see how this works.
At least I can get a good mojito here. We're on a budget, Sam.
Okay, Mike. You know, this cancels out one of the times you saved my life. Maybe two.
So, Michael, uh...
How did you get this mysterious bank account number?
You probably don't want to know.
I do. We don't have a lot ofinformation.
That's why I'm coming to you. I just need a name.
Yeah. No, uh...
I understand why you hired me, Michael Westen.
But, urn, you're having me break a lot oflaws...
With thisjob I'm doing for you.
When someone starts acting...
Like there's an extra person in the conversation,
it's a pretty good bet they're wearing a wire.
Thisjob you're doing for me?
The question then is, who's tap/ngyou?
The police? The feds?
I think we should talk later, maybe some place louder.
Oh, Michael.
Michael, I missed you.
Or a go vernment agent you blackmailed a while back...
And were hop/ng to he ver see again.
Sam axe. You're living well offa government pension, I see.
Not that good. This is iced tea.
Remember the file I have on you, bly?
I think the idea was you were never to set foot in Miami again.
I know, I know, but...
The sunshine, the beaches, those little Cuban pastries. Come on.
I just couldn't let a blackmail threat keep me out of... paradise.
Hi.
Actually, at this point, blackmail ceases to be a threat.
At this point, I believe I ruin your life.
How about I give your boss a call?
I'll be honest, Michael. That file...
It, uh— it kept me up nights.
So imagine my joy when your friend showed up on my radar...
Investigating some highly suspicious accounts for my old pal Michael Westen.
Barry is the br/ck that / will tie around your neck...
Before I throw you into that beautiful blue ocean over there.
Now, how deep you sink depends on how quickly I get that blackmail file.
Welcome to Miami.
So pull the trigger.
There's enough in that file to reduce bly's career to a smoldering crater.
He can link me to Barry,
and Barry's broken a law library's worth of financial regulations...
Looking into this account number.
If bly goes after me with that,
I can throw the rest of my life into that crater too.
Go vernment agents ha ve to stay with/n the law,
but they still ha ve plenty of options to hit you below the belt.
Somet/mes a bullet to the head is a lot easier...
Than a slow death dro wning /n red tape.
I'm sorry. For your own safety.
Don't touch me— For your own safety.
According to the board of health,
this loft is unfit for human habitation.
And here / thought it was just a dump.
Fiona glenanne. You're wearing more clothes than usual.
You know, I was on the fence about that chair. Thanks for making up my mind for me.
I hope you're on the fence about everything that you own,
because toxic mold could be anywhere.
There's been reports of spores spreading to places you wouldn't believe.
Nope. No mold in that one. — try the lamp.
I was always ifij/ on it.
You know what? Thanks for watch/ng out for me, bly.
I'm gonna grab some clothes. Call me when you're done.
Michael, don't worry. /, uh,
packed you a bag with some clothes to wear.
Um, I have to say, for a tough guy,
you sure dress like an easter egg.
I hope you're not bringing toxic mold into my house. — ma, there's no mold.
I'm glad you're out of there. The place didn't sound healthy.
Anyway, my friend Paula is here.
She heard you were coming over, and she wanted to talk to you.
You advised her last week about the guy she met on the Internet.
Michael.
I am so sorry to bother you again.
This guy fresco tt— I did what you said ignored his e-mails.
Then he called my house.
I think he's a stalker. He's asking all these personal questions.
It's... like he's obsessed with me.
Would it make you feel better if I talked to him?
Really? You could do that? — Sure. Just let me put my bag away.
That's all right. I'll put it in the guest room.
Michael will take care of everything.
He lives at the del mar apartments.
I have his online dating profile. I'm sure it'll be fine.
No Prescott in this building. How about yours?
Uh, not unless he's disguised as an 80-year-old retiree.
I mean, this little manhunt could take a while, Mike.
Uh, whatever. Better this than sitting in my mom's kitchen, watching her smoke.
“Likes fixing up old cars.” he's a mechanic maybe?
I mean, I can check his a.S.E. Certifications,
but, of course, that's if anything on this page is true.
Check out the lp. Address on his dating service account, see what we're dealing with.
Ooh, speaking of love, I gotta get goin'. I have a very big date.
She made millions as a beer distributor.
The woman of my dreams. You have many women in your dreams.
So I'm a romantic. But this one, mike...
She's got a beach house in Antigua with a quad kegerator.
That's four kegs of beer at 33 degrees, baby. Sounds like love.
Hello. Michael, it's Paula.
Prescott's outside my work. I'll be right there.
I sa w his car drive past three t/mes.
He walked by, looking in.
I'm the assistant manager. I can't have him in here making a scene.
This is a private bank?
We're an appointment—only private bank and safe deposit company.
Very exclusive, very private.
You can understand why I can't have...
Has Prescott been asking you about your work, your schedule? All of it.
I'm just afraid he's some kind of maniac.
Who's that? Oh, just an old friend.
Did you get bored redecorating my place?
I'll redecorate your life iflhaveto.
You find that file? — not yet. Let's talk later.
Actually, later's bad for me. Now is good.
I want every piece of paper you own that mentions me— files, phone records,
the page in your diary where you drew little hearts around my name.
All of it.
You wanna do this, bly? You really wanna go nuclear?
I'd love to.
Do you really think you have nothing to lose?
Michael. He's here— the stalker.
He's not a stalker.
This is a robbery.
Stay quiet, follow our orders, or people die.
Oh, my goodness!
You'll find your cell phones are now useless.
We '|/e blocked them.
So leave them on the floor and head into the conference room.
Now!
Go! Go! 60! Conference room!
Come on! Here! Let's go! Move it! Move it!
There are a number of different choices...
When you take over a building by force.
Get up! Move into the conference room.
Do you keep the hostages facedown on the floor,
or do you move them into a room together?
Let me see your hands! Move! Move!
How do you cut all the lines of communication out?
Give me that cell phone!
- Get in the conference room! - Omw
and how do you deal with the place '5 security measures?
Whate ver your style,
hostile takeovers are about one thing— total dominance.
Silent alarm is dead.
You don't get into the conference room, you will be too.
We got the bank manager.
If we both grab guns, we can level the playing field.
Uh, the playing field is covered with hostages.
Make a move now and somebody could get shot.
If we don't make a move now, we may not get a chance later. Just wait. All right?
Shut up. Move back with the others.
Oh, my god it's all right. Just stay calm.
Stay calm. It's gonna be all ri...
Bly.
That's quite enough of that.
Welcome to my retirement party. I want you all to have a good time,
so let's lay down a few ground rules, shall we?
No attacking the hosts.
No leaving early. No calling the police.
I see one cop, I kill three of you.
/see two cops, six people die.
You can do the math.
Now mess up my party by breaking one of my rules...
And you can expect me to overreact.
A wounded hostage is a good measure...
Of how far a criminal's willing to go.
They either want to keep the hostage alive— — hey. Get away from him.
I'm a doctor. If I don't stop the bleeding, he'll die. — then let him die.
Or they don't.
Which means more people are getting hurt.
You have 20 hostages in an unstable psychological state.
If they think they're going to die, they will panic and they will fight back.
I'm just trying to make sure that you get what you want and these people stay alive.
Will you please allow me to attend to this man's wound?
- — Knock yourselfout. - Thank you.
Let's go take a tour of the vault.
Come on.
You son of a bitch.
I only need one person alive to get me the vault access codes.
Please don't make me choose.
Told you someone would get shot.
Yeah, I overestimated you. Figured you'd back me up.
You know, it's not a good idea to insult your doctor.
Okay, this wound doesn't look good. I'm going to need to, uh...
Ranovetheround? Yeah.
Go ahead. Come here.
I need you to apply direct, steady pressure to this.
Howtmsup howitup omyomy
like that. All right.
In a hostage situation,
any idiot can steal a gun and start shooting.
It's a great way to get a bunch of innocent people killed
keeping people alive means fighting like a spy
where is your data server?
It's by the elevator, but they cut the power to the computer, so...
I'm using it for something else.
We need to cut through this wall and get into the next room.
From there, we can get everyone out.
There's no way out from the next room. That's just an office.
There'll be a way out. I'm workin' on that part.
Great. You don't think the guards outside will see us going through a wall?
I'll take care of the guards.
No, wait. You heard him. If you attack his guys, he's gonna start shooting people.
I'm not going to attack them.
They're just gonna have some very bad luck.
Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're goin'? I need medical supplies.
Wait, wait. Stop right there. No one leaves the conference room.
Your boss said stop the bleeding.
He didn't say you could leave. You wanna go downstairs and ask him?
The man in there is going to die unless I remove the bullet from his arm.
To do that, I need tools.
So help me find tweezers and propoxyphene, or shoot me in the face. Your call.
You got two minutes. I got less than that.
Fighting like a spy means disguising attacks as attempts to help.
/t means making acts of man seem like acts of god
we have to go through here? [B/yl that's the plan.
Does anybody have a razor or a letter opener? Here. I grabbed these.
Good here.
We're really gonna trust your friend on this?
He is not my friend, but he might be able to get us out of here.
Sir, watch the door. Okay.
Start cutting at the outlet.
Cutting through a wall with scissors...
Isn't as hard as it sounds.
Start at an electrical socket and saw through the hard surface of the drywall,
and the lower layers are a lot easier
gauze, aspirin.
This kit is terrible.
We're gonna need to search desks and purses for some real pain meds.
No. You can do it with that.
With gauze? Right.
Where'd you get your medical degree?
Wait for the water. Shee!
I'll look through these desks and meet you back at the conference room.
What? You got armed guards at the only exit.
You think I'm gonna fight my way out with a stapler?
Water's ready
and look around for some towels.
M an enclosed space,
getting around a cell phone jammer...
Is a game of who's got the stronger signal
a cell phone jammer broadcasts a po werfu/ signal overa range of fi'equenc/es,
but it can't compete with an entire ethernet...
Wired to serve as one big antenna.
So I said no more stress...
No more work and no more getting married.
Life is too short. How many beach houses do I even need?
How many do you have? Six. Seven?
Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm always on vacation.
To me, true relaxation is a state of mind.
Do you have to get that?
No, no.
You know, I like to relax too.
Oh, you would love my place in Antigua.
Hammock on the white sand beach.
Clothes are optional.
Excuserne.
Sam. Uh, this better be good, Mikey.
I'm at broward private trust, trapped in a bank heist.
It's Prescott. He's a pro.
His guys have killed the landlines and brought a celljammer.
Any cops, any resistance, and it gets bloody.
Just tell me what you need, Mike.
I need you and fi to blast a door to the outside.
Alley-side wall, 20 feet in from the north.
Alley—side wall, 20 feet in. You got it. I'm on my way.
Everything okay?
Oh, yeah. Well, uh— Not really, no.
My buddy's being held hostage at a bank,
and I gotta bust him out.
It's true. — we should call the police.
No, no, no. You can't do that. Uh...
It's complicated, but there's nothin' to worry about.
And I'll call you later.
These are for the doc. Where is he?
Go find him.
The massive air pressure that makes air hammers efi'ective...
Also makes them dangerous.
Tamper in any way with the locking collar that holds the bit in place,
and the air hammer becomes a very inaccurate gun with a single bullet.
- Not here. - Keep looking.
Mixing medications is always a bad idea,
especially when one's an upper and one's a downer.
Anxiety and allergy meds together are a scaiy combination.
And that's before you add the caffeine of an energy drink.
Ah, there you are. What took you so long?
Uh, I wasjust—...
[ 8m on!
- — This is for the pain. - Who said I was in pain?
If you're not now, you will be.
By the way, that green chair in my loft, it was my favorite...
Let's go, fi.
You'rejust annoyed 'cause Mike called me first and not you.
Sam, he's in the middle of a bank heist. He's not thinking clearly.
Hey, I'm the one who should be annoyed.
I was having lunch with the woman of my dreams and had to leave.
But what are you gonna do, you know?
Being Mike's first call is a big responsibility.
In case you're wondering, you'd be my 19th call.
I'd call Madeline before I called you. Huh.
Experience with battlefield medicine...
- May not make you as precise as an er. Surgeon— — oh, come on.
But afi'eryou've stitched up a fe w people under artillery fire,
you can handle outside pressure.
Almost.
Got it.
Oh, god.
We're making some progress on the wall, but they're checking on us.
We need maybe 20 minutes. You've gotta go faster.
Keep working.
They're emptying the vault downstairs. They're taking everything.
How long before they clear it all out? — I don't know.
There's hundreds of safe deposit boxes down there.
And he wasn't lying about the silent alarm.
No call went out. No help is coming.
Hide the hole.
Prescott wants you. Downstairs. Let's go.
Thanks.
Michael said 20 feet in from the street? Are you sure?
Positive.
What's the signal? How are we timing this? He didn't say.
He didn't say? He's Mike. He's improvising.
Michael calls you to tell you to blow a hole in the wall of a bank,
and you didn't think to ask when?
It was a brief conversation. We didn't talk about shoes or movies either.
Could you just place the explosives already?
Hxhun. Vvhathappened?
The air hammer broke and piston came off in his leg.
- Keep him alive. — I'm gonna give you something for the pain. All right?
People are too trusting when it comes to pills.
They'll take whatever a doctor hands them.
/need to cauterize the wound /need to use your liquid nitrogen gun.
You need to use something else. —like what? Did you bring an electrosurgical generator?
Liquid nitrogen can cool a wound to 750 below,
freezing the cells and cutting off blood flow.
Tie this around his leg, tight.
Either help me, or get me someone who will.
Up here?
Supercooling also damages metal
freeze the inside of a gun, and the next time it gets hot,
it'll rip apart as if it's loaded with the wrong ammo.
Prescott, get up here.
We've got trouble in the conference room.
Where's the knife? There's no knife. There isn't a knife.
This guy was trying to cut into the office next door.
Come here. What did I tell you about the rules, huh?
Please. /— I have a wife. I ha ve kids.
They need their father. I'm begging you.
Look, if! Make an exception, I mean, what kind of message does it send?
Wait, wait. You got the wrong guy.
Yeah. It was me.
Just can't stop 'causin' trouble, can you? Huh? Huh?
I should've done this the first time. — No! No!
God' shoot him!
Oh, no! Don 't/ — move!
You got metal shards in your hand. You're gushing arterial blood.
I'm the only guy here who can sa ve your hand probably your life.
Tell your man to back ofi, ' or find another doctor.
Come with me.
Get the rest of them downstairs.
Four more. Let's go.
We're runnin' about 20 minutes late. Should I call the boat?
Get downstairs. I still need to...
- Get downstairs. - Let's go.
How's your escape plan goin'? We're not getting out. I'm working on plan “b.”
I need your help. Do you trust me? Yeah. What do you need?
I need you to collapse in that doorway. Sell it, buy me time.
Oh, no.
- — What's goin' on? - I think he's going into shock.
I can't move him. I'll need a couple ofminutes. — you got one.
Mike, let's get this done.
I got a beer—drinkin' angel to get back to. You ready to rock?
Forget the escape plan.
Prescott's moving everybody downstairs.
These guys are calling a getaway boat on walk/es.
See if you can listen in, locate the signal. Maybe we can get some leverage.
I'll try to keep people from getting hurt in here.
Mike...
- Come on. Downstairs. Let's go. Now. - All right.
Elevators ha ve so many safety de vices...
That they're easy to sabotage.
Disable any part, and the entire system shuts do wn.
Hurry up! Move it!
Locate the getaway boat. That's our plan?
This is Miami.
Look, we just need to find the frequency that Prescott's walkies are on.
I still think we should set off the charges,
Blow a hole in the wall, rush in.
Beats waiting out here. Yeah, that's great.
Let's get Mike and the hostages killed...
Because you have the attention span of a three-year-old.
Elevator's busted.
You're lucky. I don't see any shrapnel,
and no bones look damaged.
Use the word “lucky” again, I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.
Hold still. I need to sterilize the wound.
This bank!
It's cursed that's it, isn't it?
It's cursed.
My gun, the air hammer, the elevator.
What's wrong with this place?
I'm gonna need more tape and, uh, a splint.
I think there's something I can use upstairs.
Do you need any meds?
What do you think? Huh?
You blow your hand off and find out if you need something for the pain.
Angela. Hey, it's Sam. How you doin'?
- — Is your friend okay? - Uh, well, he's still trapped inside,
but it's kind of a quiet time,
so I thought I would just call and say hi.
So, hi. Hi.
I was think/n; Later, uh, we could get some drinks.
I know this quiet spot that makes a great mojito.
Well, I— I was meeting a friend, but...
Playtime's over. Uh, Angela, I gotta run.
Hey. Don't make any plans. I'll call you back.
Sounds encrypted.
So I was wasting my time while you were buttering up your... bimbo?
Look, we got the frequency.
There can't be that many marinas around here in range oftheirwalkies.
Uh—oh. Okay, that's not good.
Those cops start asking questions about that truck out front,
hostages are gonna die.
One of us needs to distract the cop,
and the other one needs to track down the getaway boat.
And here I forgot to shave my legs.
Yeah. Thanks, man.
Delivery trucks.
Hey, stop! Give me that!
No. She's stealing my tipjar!
This is compensation for you leering at me.
You should arrest her. [5 una ladrona!
- — You should arrest him for sexual harassment. - We're not arresting anyone.
You 're/ust gonna stand there while I'm being object/fled?
I say we go to the station, hash this out— you, me, him.
What do you say? — Unit 204, this is dispatch.
Domestic disturbance, ocean and fourth. Are you close?
10-4. I'm on my way.
Ifyou'd like to file a report,
you should go down to the police station, okay?
Uno cortadito, por favor.
We win yet? I'm workin' on it.
I need some meds. Things okay?
Yeah, hey, it's Miami.
The sun, the girls— What's not to love?
Ifsomething bad starts happening, make your move.
Yeah. These should do the trick.
Life with a h ypochondr/ac mother...
Gives you a useful kno w/edge of pharmaceuticals.
Those are for pain?
In lo w doses, pi/ocarpine cures dry mouth.
I'll take 'em after you do.
M high doses, it has roughly the same effect as a sarin gas attack
satisfied?
See what happens to you first.
You still want that splint foryourhand? Sure.
Hey, we're goin' upstairs.
You, keep an eye on the hostages.
Be back in a minute.
Hey. What's it mean if my fingers start feeling numb?
And I'm getting sort of nauseous.
Do you have a headache? Any palpitations? Any tingling?
Been drinking caffeine?
Yeah. Why, is that bad? It sounds pretty serious. I should check you out.
I'm— I'm just gonna take your pulse.
I'm just takin' your pulse. That's it. That's it. I'm just takin'...
In a weakened state,
you wanna avord pressure on your carotid artery
Block the blood flow to your brain, -
And you black out in four seconds.
The coating on tablets and medicine...
Keeps them from dissolving in your stomach right away,
which buys you a little time to find some privacy and do the only safe thing...
Get them out of your system.
Oh, hey, buddy. Hey, I'm supposed to repair a radio in a guy's boat.
But I'm late, and I forgot the slip number.
Is there somebody hangin' around his boat, kinda iookin' pissed?
End of the pier. Ah! Ha! Thanks.
You have a good one.
Prescott.
Vault's cleared out. It's about time.
Let's put everyone in the vault and get the hell out of here.
Everyone in the vault, now.
They've seen our face. They die.
Let's go. Everybody into the vault.
There isn't much air in the vault. We're all gonna suffocate.
Should we attack them? No, not yet.
I don't know how long we can wait. Just trust me.
Hey, Mike, I'm at the Marina, lookin' at the getaway boat.
Sam, we got any moves here?
Prescott's shoving everyone into the vault, and no one's walking out.
You wanna ask Prescott if he'll trade his hostages for the boat driver?
Not likely.
What about a little operation quicksilver?
Quicksilver? Like world war ii? You're talking about a bunch of fake tanks...
And the whole normandy invasion force.
Yeah, but instead of the normandy invasion force,
I have a walther with one bullet.
You gotta sell this, Sam. You gotta sell it like you've never sold it before.
That's the kind of pep talk I like, Mikey.
Pnionit
Is even/one in the vault? Almost.
Angeh. Hi
Sam. Hi, I was calling to leave a message.
I think your life is— is a little too fast paced, uh, for me.
Oh. No, no, no. That's-that's not true at all.
Why are you whispering?
Are you still outside the bank?
No. No, I'm at a Marina.
Just taking a stress—free walk along the ocean,
the breeze blowin' in my hair.
/might even get a tropical drink.
Hands in the air! — a stress—free walk?
As much as I hate to admit it, Angela, you're probably right.
We're just not meant to be.
Enjoy one of those beers in Antigua for me.
You bastard. You ruined something special.
T et's bring up the last of the bags.
Start loading up the truck.
/f you have one bullet...
And you need to take down three armed guys in close quarters,
you're betting your life on a lot of lucky breaks.
It's the kind of bet you don't want to make unless you have to.
There you are. Your guy had a stroke in the kitchen.
He needs immediate medical attention. Mm—hmm.
You want me to put him in the vault or just take care of him right here?
You're not listening to me.
Either you get yourfriend into an ambulance with the proper meds,
or he's not gonna make it. — Well, I guess he's not gonna make it.
And neither are you. Go on.
Prescott!
What's goin' on? — Prescott!
They're at the boat! They shot me! Why didn't you tell us?
Why didn't I tell you what? — who we were robbing.
Why didn't you tell us who owned the bank?
Oh, my god! You didn't know, did you?
We're dead! Oh, my god!
They're coming back! They're coming back! We 're all dead!
We're all dead!
Tom Prescott?
Was it dumb luck that you chose my bank,
or did you and your buddies decide that today was a good day...
To make the worst mistake of your lives?
Who is this? — that's not important.
What's important is that you and your fi/ends are robbing my bank.
And no one— /mean no one— does that to me.
So, you think you got yourself a good plan...
With your getaway truck and your boat?
Well, / got a plan too.
Ifthere is a scratch on anyone in my bank, you will all die.
/f there is a single dollar missing from my vault, you all die.
You hearing this?
Ifthere is a single hostage taken, you will all die.
Get him!
- Go, everybody! - Go! Hurry up!
In tact, if you do anything...
Other than walking out of m y bank alone right now,
you will all know such pain as you have never imagined.
So who the hell is that guy? He owns this bank?
He's lying. I looked up everything about this bank.
Well, you obviously didn't look up enough.
What did you get us into, hmm?
How does he even know we're here?
Shut up.
It's not important.
One evening, a patient was brought into my clinic in the middle of the night.
He was tortured so badly I couldn't believe he was still breathing.
A man was with him. It was the man on your radio.
I'll never forget the voice.
He put a gun to my head and explained to me...
That my patient had robbed him...
And that he wanted me to save him...
So the pain would last longer.
I did what / could
he said to come here for my money— my blood money
there's a place between life and death.
Amazing how long a man can linger there.
That's enough. All right? Okay.
Bring everything upstairs. We're gettin' outta here.
Tony?
Tony, can you hear me?
What the hell is goin' on?
I know this guy he'll ha ve people outside the bank,
in your truck and on your boat.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
Shut your mouth. We've got the money.
That's just some voice on the radio.
Yeah, but he's a voice on our radio.
He's on our boat! How does that happen?
I mean, what happened to the guys in the vault, huh?
He—he's talkin' about ourtruck!
There's nothing wrong with ourtruck!
Let's just get outta here!
For once, you better be right.
Oh, nothing's wrong with the truck? Does that look like nothing?
Pick up the bag.
No way. I am gonna...
Unbelievable.
Just not your day, I guess.
Drop it! Drop it!
- Hands on your head! - — Watch the bag!
Put those hands up! Right no w! Right no w!
Let's go! A/I right, now get down! Get down!
It's over now. Okay?
- Thank you. - You all right?
So, where were we?
I think we were deciding whether we were going to destroy each other.
Well, you've already had enough opportunities to let me die.
Maybe I just like the challenge.
I'm gonna go pass out at the local E.R.
And when I wake up, I'll take care of the loft...
And the thing with Barry.
As long as you're in a helpful mood,
you think I could add one more favor to the list?
And then they moved us into the vault.
We knew there wasn't much time. I mean, I really thought it was the end.
But your son and Mr. Bly were so brave, Madeline.
Oh. Michael, what are you doing?
I left something in here.
You just assumed I was never gonna broil anything? So far, I've been right.
Prescott will be leaving you alone from now on.
You might wanna select your dates a little more carefully in the future.
I will. Thank you so much.
Bye, honey. Bye.
I'm off too. What? You're going?
You—you didn't even spend the night.
I resolved my toxic mold issue.
Board of health says my place is safe again.
Oh. Okay.
I was thinking ofordering takeout, but ifyou're going...
Actually, I don't have to leave right away.
Takeout sounds good.
Bly says you're off the hook.
He was just using you to get under my skin anyway.
Listen, Michael, I feel really bad...
About the whole tacky business with the wire.
Don't get me wrong. I love how I look with a shaved chest.
But rollin' over on you— I ask you to take risks. Comes with the territory.
But next time, we'll have a signal.
If you're wired, tip me off by offering to pay for lunch. Perfect.
You know, I think I'm gonna get out of town for a bit. I gotta decompress.
Soundsgood. Stay safe, Barry. All right, man.
Hey /had to take the guy on the boat down,
get him to say the right things at the right time.
While you were putting on a show,
I got rid of the cops and I wired a truck to blow.
Oh, Mike, back me up. I think it's pretty clear...
My tactical maneuverings pretty much saved the day here.
You feeling underappreciated?
Oh, no. He appreciates himself plenty.
He's been insufferable— ever since you called him first yesterday.
Fi, look, don't be insulted. You're good with the hands-on stuff...
The simple, mechanical things.
Simple? Like wiring a truck to blow? An important task, yes,
but one a very intelligent monkey could perform.
I'm just sayin', there's a reason why I'm number one on the speed dial.
Sam, for your information, I called fi first...
You didn't pick up. So in the future, I'm gonna call Sam first.
That's all the originals— Everything I had on you.
Love your attention to detail, Michael.
This would've been quite the career ender.
Well, I know a little something about that,
although I wasn't expecting you to counter with even better leverage.
Well played. — this would be a good Michael Westen story...
Ifpeop/e were allowed to tell Michael Westen stories.
So?
Any luck tracking down that Cayman islands account? /don't have to tell you.
We have ways of investigating that most people don't know about.
No one has the reach that we do, but this...
I found the bank, and I even found the banker.
But the account— It's just a number.
No name? No organization?
Nothing. It gets worse.
That account was being monitored— An electronic trip wire of sorts.
And you think you tripped it?
Might have been me. It might have been Barry.
Look, whoever you're looking for, they know you're coming.
Good luck.