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 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.
A trigger-happy girlfriend...
Should we shoot them?
...an old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI...
You know spies -- a bunch of bitchy little girls.
...family, too... 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.
I know where we can find Anson Fullerton.
Excuse me?
He's picking up a package tomorrow
in a motel in Atlantic City.
Nate, you're the only one who can get to Anson
before he escapes.
Get up. Get up!
- We got him, man. - It is about time.
No! Nate!
Nate!
I need to find who killed my brother.
I'm not giving up on this.
I did some poking around the FBI.
Turns out a buddy at the bureau
might be willing to share Nate's file on the D.L.
If you can get that FBI file on Nate's murder,
I can run down leads with Jesse.
The sniper rifle used to kill Nate
was made by Meyerson Industries.
If we find that gun, that'd be a good start.
We can't just ask them who they sold their gun to.
Well, not directly,
but there are other ways to get information.
Like? Blackmail.
The V.P. of sales is the son of the founder.
He's a blackmailer's dream. He loves to par-tay.
- Are you blackmailing me? - Yeah.
So what do you want?
I want the records of every sniper rifle you sold in the last 12 months.
The sale order shows the gun was shipped to the Pryon Group.
It's a private security firm upstate.
And whoever took that gun used it to shoot Nate.
If we can find out who had access to that gun,
we can find Nate's killer.
Boom.
Everything there is to know about Jack Vale,
the C.E.O. of the Pryon Group.
Now, the good news is, Vale's security is airtight,
so there's no way that gun just walked off
one of his training facilities.
Which means the man who killed Nate
will be on the books somewhere.
We need to get into their system.
We have approximately a snowball's chance in hell
of getting past that firewall.
Vale's system makes the Pentagon look like Disneyland.
Then we skip the computers and we go directly to Vale.
Sounds good, but how do you approach a guy like that?
Probably best to go in
as someone in the market for private military services.
Do you think that you could set up a dummy corporation?
Sure, but the thing is, even if we get Mike the meeting,
Vale's a guy who hangs out with billionaires,
you know, with a "B."
Well, I was hoping we could talk to your girlfriend,
help me look the part?
I just need to borrow a few accessories.
I hate this so much already.
When you're posing as a potential client
of a private military company, it doesn't pay to be subtle.
A private army is a very high-dollar item,
and the people who rent them tend to be super-rich
and not afraid to show it.
It's an expensive cover I.D.
But if you do it right, it's worth every penny.
You want your target focused less on your credentials
and more on the make of your watch
and the size of your wallet.
Mr. Krueger?
Jack Vale. Good to meet you.
And you must be...
Charles Finley, Mr. Krueger's associate.
This is Andrew Thompson.
He's my regional manager for the eastern seaboard.
He'll be handling the day-to-day of your account.
It's good to meet you.
It's a beautiful machine you have there.
You should see it at 180 miles an hour.
Really appreciate you guys coming down to Miami.
No problem at all. How long you all been down here?
I'm surprised I haven't heard of your outfit.
I take that as a compliment.
Not being heard of is part of our business model.
Mine, too.
Well, drinks ain't gonna find us.
Shall we sit?
We've had insurgents firing on our oil fields
from a mile out, Mr. Vale.
Can your outfit handle that kind of thing?
Engaging at that distance won't be a problem.
Got snipers who can shoot the tail feathers off a hawk
from two miles away.
Perfect. When can I review my personnel options?
That's a bit sticky, I'm afraid.
We've got a strict confidentiality policy.
Protects the employees and the client.
We understand that, sir. We're just not comfortable with it.
Listen, if you want grunts with guns, you don't need Pryon.
I get the best in the world
because they trust me to protect their privacy.
But I promise you,
I can and will build a team that meets your needs.
Mr. Vale, when I'm about to give a man a $42 million contract,
I expect to see what my money pays for.
Now, if you're uncomfortable with that,
I can take my business elsewhere.
That's too bad. Charles.
Hold on, now. Hold on.
My mama raised a reasonable man.
Tell you what.
I'll have Thompson here
take you around one of our facilities.
South Carolina's training now.
Perfect.
That way you can see how our men prepare for duty.
Should put your minds at ease.
That would be acceptable.
Good. Thompson will be in touch.
Lunch is taken care of.
"Acceptable"?
Mike, unless we happen to run into somebody
with a name tag that says,
"Hi, my name is the guy that killed Nate,"
this tour's gonna be a waste of time.
Maybe not.
Thompson was eyeing my Rolex like he wanted to eat it.
You think he's the weak link?
He looks pretty breakable to me.
Hello, Michael.
Fi, how does a weekend in South Carolina sound?
It's not Paris, but there will be lots of guns.
Sounds lovely, but we may not be available.
Guess who just dropped by for a visit -- the CIA.
What? Who?
Manaro and Bailey.
Now, are they not the same two idiots
that nearly got Sam killed?
Put them on speaker.
I don't know what you guys are trying to drag me into.
But, Manaro, forget it. I'm busy.
We're not here to drag you into anything, Westen.
We're here for our newest asset.
Newest asset?
Manaro, what are you talking about?
I'm talking about your girlfriend, Fiona Glenanne.
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Fi isn't working for you. End of story.
Damn straight.
You guys almost got me killed twice.
And now you're coming after Fi?
Back off. Axe, this is none of your business.
The hell it isn't! She's my friend, too.
And last time I checked,
I'm the resident expert on you two idiots.
You remember Colombia? Do you remember that?
Yeah. Yeah.
I-I remember you shot at me,
pretty much got us kicked out of our jobs... Tied us up, uh...
...stole our helicopter ...For a couple months there.
And then I saved your sorry butts.
And let's not forget,
I got back your damn predator drone.
Oh -- Who loses a predator drone?!
Guys, guys, guys!
You're wrong. Unfortunately.
They can make me work for them.
What are you talking about?
This contract that she signed in order to get out of prison
says she works for the CIA whenever we want.
Maybe Agent Pearce let it slide,
but she's not around anymore.
So, Glenanne either works with us
or she goes back to prison.
Any questions?
Good.
This is Vincent Durov.
He runs an aerospace company in the Ukraine,
and he takes his winters here on South Beach.
He's dabbled in the black market for years --
spare parts, engines.
But he never sold to terrorists or enemy nations.
Something tells me that has changed.
We have an asset who tells us he's about to sell
some highly sensitive ballistics tech to some very bad people.
But our asset doesn't know who's buying or when.
So we got to do this quick.
Durov leaves Miami on Tuesday,
so we need the what, when, and where on this deal by then.
Your asset got you this far, why do you need me?
The intel is in his safe. Our asset is his girlfriend.
Cute, but not much of a safe-cracker.
This isn't about cracking a safe.
If it was, you wouldn't be here.
We already sent in a field op,
but he, uh... washed up on Miami Beach
with an extra hole in his head.
Wait, Durov already knows that someone's after him,
and you expect me to pull this off by Tuesday?
It'll be fine. We'll support you. We'll have your back.
Yeah, until she's no longer mission critical.
Then you'll run like scared, little girls.
Sam, don't worry.
They won't be the only ones supporting her.
I'm in on this job with you.
No. I said I'm in.
Jesse and I can deal with all the other stuff.
Fine.
Just stay out of our way, let us do our job.
Do your job and there won't be a problem.
One of the biggest challenges in covert operations
is working with civilian assets.
It's often as much about
keeping the asset from falling apart
as it is about gathering intelligence.
Kind of like babysitting, only with a gun to your head.
Listen to me. Relax. Act normal.
You don't understand. I didn't sign up for any of this.
Believe me, I do understand.
They're gonna get me killed.
I'll get you out the minute the job is done.
I promise. Yeah?
I've heard that before from the last guy,
and now he's dead.
And you're alive.
Durov underestimates you.
Chances are, he'll underestimate me, too.
Look, as long as you help me sell this, we'll be fine.
Now, I reviewed your history on the way over here.
You modeled in Milan?
Two years ago. Good.
I did some, uh... some work there myself.
I know the city well.
We'll tell Durov that we worked in fashion together
and I need a place to stay for a few days.
Can you do that?
Salud.
For a spy, deep-cover assignments
often mean going into enemy territory alone and unarmed.
If you want to survive, you better have a support team
you can trust watching your back.
All right. Mics and cameras are hot.
Angie.
Phoebe, I'm so glad you're here.
You look fantastic. So do you.
It's good to see you. You good?
- You're doing great. - Ma'am, stay here.
We're gonna have to search you.
They just have to look through your stuff.
Vincent's rules.
You think the guards are buying their girlfriend routine?
They got this.
Yeah, a security thing.
He'll tell you all about how top secret his work is
if you ask him, but I wouldn't.
Boring.
Modifications like nitrous-oxide injectors
and ultra-light, carbon-fiber bodywork are great in movies,
but in real life,
spies need cars that won't raise suspicions
if they're searched.
The speed, power, and handling you need
had better come factory installed
because if the wrong person gets curious,
it could mean a bullet to the head.
Arms up, please, miss. I need to pat you down.
Antonio, I can handle this.
Hey, baby. This is Phoebe.
Pleasure. It's nice to meet you.
Angie's told me all about her prince charming.
I'm no prince, but I can occasionally be charming.
I must apologize for the security.
I'm afraid it's become a necessity.
She's clean.
I checked every inch of her.
Looks like she's in.
The private-military industry
is worth $100 billion a year worldwide and growing.
It's secretive, well-armed, and almost completely
unregulated by international law,
which is great if you need to hire your own private army,
but not so good if you need
to steal their classified intelligence,
which means sometimes you have to rely
on your powers of persuasion.
Of course, this is just one of our camps.
Our men also cycle through our urban and desert training.
Yes, it's a rigorous training program.
I can see that. But it won't be enough.
My boss is still gonna need to know more about your guys.
I think Mr. Vale was pretty clear.
We don't reveal the identities of our men.
I knew this would be a waste of time.
Maybe. Maybe not
look, I'm just -- I'm just thinking out loud here,
but perhaps a side deal could get this done,
you know, a little, uh... little arrangement.
What are you trying to say?
Just that, you know,
we can make this worth your while, if you know what I mean.
Yes, I do.
You're trying to pay me off, aren't you? Whoa --
I mean, why would you even suggest that?
No one is suggesting anything.
My associate just misspoke, that's all.
Right. Well, make sure you don't misspeak again.
If Vale even suspected something like this,
I'd be a lot worse than fired. Say no more.
It's totally my bad. I'm sorry.
Oh, uh, you know, we may have to finish this up tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, we -- we have a conference call.
We can meet you in the afternoon.
That can be arranged.
Very good. Thank you, sir.
That went well. You think he's gonna report us?
Look, we'd have an M4 shoved in our faces
if that's what he was gonna do.
No, let him feel self-righteous for a night.
It'll help us tomorrow.
Okay, that guard is staying put for a while.
It's action time.
Action time?
Did they teach you that at Langley?
Just...call her, Westen.
Okay, I'm gonna "action time" it now.
Michael.
Fi, you ready to make the approach to the office?
Ready. We clear?
Yeah, we're about as clear as we're gonna get.
And Durov?
He's in a meeting across town until 4:00.
You should be fine as long as you don't fall asleep in there.
If he catches us --
we're gonna be fine. Stay with me, okay?
Yeah.
You sure we're clear?
Once I start this, I can't bail out.
Just get in there, Glenanne.
The easiest way to open a door with an electric lock
is to the cut the electricity,
unless your target has a fail-secure door
designed to stay locked during a power outage.
To get past a fail-secure door,
you can try to steal the entry code,
but if you have access to the manufacturer's schematics,
it's much easier to wire in a duplicate circuit
and trip the lock yourself.
Nice toys.
I could get used to having
a CIA tech team at my beck and call.
You two work freelance?
No, Glenanne, we work for the CIA.
Of course, if you worked freelance,
you could afford better suits.
Michael, we're in.
It's a reinforced floor safe.
The wheel is serrated with false tumbler notches.
I'm gonna have to drill it.
Think it might have a relocker, too.
If you can find the serial number,
we can get the drill-point diagram.
We're gonna have to.
We're not gonna get in any other way.
What the hell is that?
I think we have a problem. I think that's Durov's car.
That's definitely -- What?
You said he was at a meeting.
He is. I mean, he was supposed to be.
We hacked his schedule!
You didn't have anyone surveilling the meeting?
It is a multinational computer-chip company.
We don't have authorization for that kind of surveillance.
Fi, get out now. Durov's back.
What? Manaro said --
Fi, they screwed up.
Damn. Fi, Durov's got his briefcase out.
Chances are, he's coming right at you,
so get out of there now. No, not until I get what I came for.
I'm not gonna do this again.
What's going on? CIA employs idiots.
That's what's going on. Durov's headed this way.
Oh, my God. Stay calm.
You can't panic now.
Fi! I got it.
Alpha-kilo-echo- 10128291.
Got it. Got it. Get out now. Go.
If he sees us, we're dead.
Not if you help me talk our way out of this.
I told them I'm not going to waste my time
if they can't deliver.
If he wants another meeting, he can note his price.
I'll call you back.
There you are.
Angela, what are you doing here?
How many times have I told you
this part of the house is off limits?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Off limits? Even to us?
Yes, especially for you.
Who do you think you are snooping around my office? I --
No, no. You've got the wrong idea.
I-I'm sorry, baby.
See, Phoebe just wanted you to play with us,
and you've been so nice to let her stay, and...
I think she just got ideas.
I'm a little embarrassed right now.
Just a little bit embarrassed.
I'm sorry.
Angie and I used to party a lot.
I thought that we would just -- oh, God, I misunderstood you.
There is a place for play and a place for work.
From now on, you stay out of here.
Mm. Both of you.
Mm-hmm.
I promise.
Whether you're in a market in Syria
or a boutique in Miami, getting supplies
to operatives in the field is always dangerous.
Often you have to spot a contact,
arrange an excuse to approach, and make a drop,
and do it all while
looking like you're just out for a day's shopping.
Oh, you have to try this. Oh, it's perfect.
Go see what Vincent thinks.
Hey, baby, can you come to the back with me?
I need your opinion on this dress.
Where the hell have you been?
I've been dragging Durov all over town.
Drill-point diagrams take time.
Go to Oak Tree Antiques next. Buy something big.
We'll put the drill inside the packages.
No. What do you mean, no?
They'll find it. The guards have been checking every bag.
You don't understand. We have to get into that safe today.
If we can't get those tools in there --
The tools aren't gonna do us much good
if I got shot getting them in, are they?
They check the bags, but they don't check his car.
Tell Michael we'll need a mechanic.
I'll let him know when and --
A sabotage play? No. No way. It's too risky.
You two have nearly got us killed already.
We're gonna do this my way.
I don't have authorization for this.
How are we supposed to get support teams in place?
We have to take our chances with the shopping bags right --
In your dreams, creep-o.
What are you doing? I'm saving your ass.
You get out of here and you tell Michael what I said.
Vincent, look what I found.
You like? I like. Come look.
What was that?
Just get in the car.
Everything all right?
Oh, it's my strap of my silly shoe.
Allow me.
The key to successfully bribing someone
who resists in initial approach is research and observation.
You need to know as much as you can
about your target --
his principles, his weaknesses, his dreams.
With most by-the-book targets,
it's usually just a matter of making them feel like
they're not being paid to do something wrong --
they're being rewarded for doing something right.
Mr. Thompson, it's good to see you again.
Listen, I have to apologize for yesterday.
I screwed the pooch,
and someone told Mr. Krueger about it.
He was not happy.
My ears are still ringing.
So, I'm sorry.
What's this?
This is the good stuff. 50 years old.
Mr. Krueger really wanted me to make this right.
Of course, I had to pay for the bottle myself.
The man pays you $500,000 a year.
He expects you to clean up your own mess.
Look, we're very sorry if you were offended.
And if you were,
maybe a few shots of this will help you forget it.
That's fine. Don't worry about it.
Well, thanks.
And, you know, actually, Mr. Krueger was very impressed
with how you handled this, so, uh --
Let's just cut to the chase.
Mr. K wants you onboard.
You serious?
I mean, you'd be entry level like me --
Now, wait a second.
You guys really make $500,000 at entry level?
Don't let that scare you off. We promote from within.
I mean, you'd hit the big money soon.
I'm sorry. I have a three-year contract. I can't accept.
Oh, well, boss's orders. We had to try.
So, I guess we should finish up the tour.
But first, how about a taste of that scotch?
Well, right this way, gentlemen.
I finally make it back.
And believe it or not, they give me a medal.
Come on! Get out of here!
Never figured out it was me who set the damn thing off
in the first place.
Oh, you are the man. I love this guy.
How much do you love this guy?
Krueger would, too.
You know, it's a damn shame you can't take this job.
We got to find somebody soon
or we're gonna be screwed in Dubai. That is true.
You guys do a lot of work in Dubai? Oh, please.
The intercontinental there is like my second home.
If you've never had a Martini from a six-star hotel,
you should because they're good.
Oh, I bet.
Would Vale send me to Dubai? Ha!
Hey, you could always go on Krueger's dime.
It's not too late. Just saying.
Not for him, but it is for us.
We're wheels up in 45.
Oh, yikes. We got to go.
Hey, it's been real, man.
Thank you for everything. Anytime.
You're crazy.
I don't think he's gonna go for it.
Trust me, it's like buying a car.
They won't take you seriously
till you're walking off the lot.
Hey.
About that job offer, I'd, uh...
I'd love to get a few more details.
Sabotage is most often used to destroy a target's vehicles,
but not always.
Simply damaging an enemy's car can be very useful, as well,
as long as you can get your own team in position
to do the repairs.
It was serviced just last week.
I-I don't know what's wrong.
Well, clearly something is wrong.
Call Gregor. Tell him to pick us up in the Bentley.
Really?
The Bentley all the way from Coral Gables
in this traffic?
I mean, this could make it to a service station.
We could grab a little lunch while we wait.
I'm ravenous. Aren't you ravenous?
Find a place.
There's a station at Coral Way and Southwest 42nd.
Good.
Ladies, we're going.
We got less than five minutes before Durov gets here.
All right, we'll take care of the owner.
You get set up to plant the tools.
Let's move!
Hello...Al.
What do you want? What's he think he's doing?
We're with the CIA. We need to make use of your establishment.
It's a matter of national security.
CIA? What's the CIA doing in Miami?
That's classified.
Why do you need an auto shop for something that's classified?
Sir, that's need-to-know.
And you do not need to know.
Will you guys get rid of him?
They are coming! I'm on this.
There's no time to explain to you right now.
There won't be any damage to your place. We just need --
Oh, there'll be damage --
to you if you don't clear out of here.
Hey, hey. Easy!
Hey, now! There's no call --
for you to tell me what to do!
Closed, of course.
Damn straight, little man!
It says it's open.
Then where is everyone?
Enough. We don't want to hurt you.
Come on!
What's going on?
Sorry, y'all.
I was, uh -- I was cleaning up in the back.
What can I do you for?
Hurry.
If we don't join Vincent soon, he's gonna come looking for us.
Durov will know something's up if you're hyperventilating.
Calm down.
Calm down?
You almost got caught just looking at the safe.
How are you gonna have time to drill it?
Why don't you let me deal with that, huh?
For now, help me with these tools.
The drill is muffled, but it'll still make some noise.
You have to keep Durov in the den watching the game.
The louder, the better.
Timing is gonna be tight.
You just have to remember to trigger the alarms at exactly --
Quarter past. I know.
Hey. Living with Durov was the hard part.
This is easy.
Michael, we're all set.
- How's the exit plan coming? - We'll be ready.
When the carbon-monoxide alarm goes off,
you'll evacuate with the others.
Do you think Angela will be able to handle the alarms?
We've been over the plan 50 times.
I'll see you soon.
Are you ready to ruin Durov's day?
Getting people to evacuate a building
is a lot harder than you might think.
Most people don't pay much attention to fire alarms
unless they see flames.
Carbon-monoxide alarms, on the other hand,
tend to get plenty of attention.
People are reluctant to ignore a threat that's invisible,
odorless, and deadly.
And best of all, any home with a gas line
already has a built-in delivery system.
Do you have any idea
how many city ordinances we had to violate
for your little plan?
Hooking into the gas lines.
You have a better idea of getting them out of the house?
If something explodes, it's on you.
I'm not doing the paperwork.
If something explodes,
we're gonna have bigger problems than paperwork.
There we go. Welcome aboard.
I still have to give Vale notice.
But, of course, it's just formality.
You might make that plane to Dubai after all.
Oh, definitely.
Now we just need to deal with those personnel files,
and we can get going.
Personnel files? What are you talking about?
Come on.
You can't be the only worthwhile recruit in this outfit.
We need a sniper team.
You want me to poach men from Vale?
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You said --
We said that we needed a team.
I'm sorry. I thought that was clear.
Well, I'm sorry. I thought I was clear, too.
I'm not sharing Pryon's files.
I can't. Andy, that's fine.
But you can't expect Krueger to hire you
if you're refusing your first assignment.
There has to be another way.
I could recruit my own men.
I swear. Look, I just need a --
I'm very sorry, but Krueger was specific.
I can't bring you over without those files.
You'd be doing these guys a favor, Andy.
Krueger's gonna take care of them just like he's taking care of you.
Think about it.
Look, I'm...
I'm just gonna sit here and work.
If you happen to wander in there,
I'm too busy to notice.
You read me?
Loud and clear, amigo.
Okay. Check it out.
The Pryon Group only has four guys
qualified on the gun that killed Nate.
Two of them were in Kabul that week.
The other one was being treated for a shoulder wound,
which leaves us with this guy.
"T.G." No name?
I mean, how does Mr. Mysterious get away with just initials?
I don't know. Hey, Thompson!
Shh! Thompson!
If they hear you, we're cooked!
What's up with this T.G.? Why no full name?
He's off the books.
See, sometimes Vale lets people come down and train
without officially coming on.
We don't ask any questions.
No, that guy, you don't want to know.
Okay, well, we're just about done here,
so accounting should be in touch with you next week.
Just keep your head down until you have a start date, okay?
Sure thing.
Hey, we'll see you in Dubai, huh?
All right, man.
Right day, right gun,
pulling all the right strings to stay off the books.
T.G.'s our guy. Yeah. Great.
Now we're two whole letters closer
to finding the man who killed Nate.
Yeah, well, closer than we were yesterday.
If you say so. Come on.
I need a beer before I start trying
to pick this damn needle out of a haystack.
- You ready? - Yeah.
The alarms go off,
you never have to see the CIA or Durov again.
I like the sound of that.
Any safe can be cracked
with enough time and the right equipment.
Even high-end models with security features
like glass relockers --
sheets of glass in the walls that shatter
if you try to drill through them.
Hit one, and a locking bolt seals the safe permanently.
But if you come prepared with a drill-point diagram
and a good borescope,
you can bypass the relocker and find the combination
by studying the wheel pack.
I'm going to the kitchen. You want anything?
Then you just have to hope
your plan to get out of the building
goes as well as your plan to get into the safe.
Hey, Fi. Did you get it?
Yeah.
Everything's fine. What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be
setting off the carbon-monoxide alarms.
The plan was --
Funny thing about the plan is... I changed it.
This is bad.
That alarm should have gone off by now.
This thing goes south on us --
It's not going south. Just give her time.
Come on, Fi. Come on.
It all makes sense now.
Durov wasn't selling ballistics technology. You are.
Clever girl, Fi.
It would have been fun to work together for real.
Oh, well. Next life.
I usually work alone, but Durov's security is too good.
The CIA has all the right people with all the right toys.
Just need the magic words -- "sell to terrorists" --
and those idiots will do whatever you want.
Even if you get out, Durov will find me here.
He'll figure it out. I doubt it.
See, you'll be in little bits.
It'll look like you tried to blow the safe
after you botched the drilling.
For what it's worth,
you're a lot smarter than the first guy the CIA sent.
Had to kill that moron before he got near the safe.
As usual, the best man for the job...is a woman.
If you need to get out of a zip tie
and you can't cut yourself free,
your best option is to find a shim.
You can make a shim out of almost anything
that's thin enough and flexible enough
to slip into the cable tie and separate the teeth
from the ratchet mechanism.
Of course, that's easier said than done
if your hands are tied.
Fi.
Michael, I've got a bit of a situation.
What is going on?
Angela's the one selling secrets, not Durov.
She's locked me in here with a bomb.
It's got a break-wire trigger.
If I try to diffuse it or even move it, if I --
if I touch one of those wires, the whole thing explodes.
I'm on my way. No, there's no time.
You need to lock this place down before Angela escapes.
Lock it down? With you inside?
No, I'm already trapped.
My only shot of getting out of here if she's in here with me.
I'll take care of it.
Where you going? Where you going?
Move.
Not until you tell us what the hell's going on.
Sounds like your valuable asset in there
was using you to rip off Durov.
She trapped Fiona inside.
Angela using us?
No, I'm sorry. That's not possible.
You said yourself Durov didn't sell to terrorists.
Didn't it strike you as odd that he changed his mind
as soon as you got someone close to him?
But he killed our operative. I saw the body.
Who told you Durov pulled the trigger?
It was Angela.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna say this one more time --
stay out of my way!
Most people know that carbon monoxide is a poisonous gas.
Inhale too much,
and it displaces the oxygen in your bloodstream
and suffocates you from the inside out.
Hey, Antonio. I'm going to the liquor store.
Oh, I can go.
Oh, that's very sweet of you, but I've got it.
What most people don't know is that in a confined space
with a vapor-to-air mixture anywhere between 12% and 75%,
it's also a powerful explosive.
No, no, no, no. Let me go.
We're going inside -- now!
What the hell is going on?
A van hit the gate and exploded.
Sir, your office. What about it? What's wrong?
Her friend. She broke into the safe.
What are you up to?
Baby...you can't believe I knew about this.
Baby, I had no idea.
Come. Bring her.
Do you have any idea how much equipment you just blew up?!
That is totally unacceptable!
It was the fastest way to lock it down.
Yeah! With Angela inside!
With -- with the information we came for!
We have to got to get in there.
Yeah, we do! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Dude!
You go in now, Fiona dies.
What are you doing? You had your chance.
Now we're gonna do it her way.
Durov, there's a bomb in your safe.
Angela is the only one who can disarm it.
What are you talking about?!
We have less than two minutes.
I'm with the CIA. There's no time to explain.
Why would you say such a thing? Baby, she's lying!
Do you think I know how to build a bomb?
You know what I think?
I think it is your bomb. Now disarm it.
Fine.
Pull out the circuit board and cut the yellow wires.
Do it.
No, stop!
It was your bomb. You lying bitch!
Durov, put the gun down.
I was sent here to stop the sale
of ballistics technology to terrorists.
The CIA think you're behind it. I know you're not.
But if you kill her, I'll have no way of proving it.
It's your call, Vincent.
You die in prison or she does.
Get them out of my sight.
Wow. Job well done, you two.
I mean, uh, we could have done with fewer explosions,
but bravo.
Nice work.
What do you want?
Right.
Um, we were thinking that in the official report,
it might help if Angela were the original target.
Don't want to confuse anyone.
You know how the brass can be.
So Fiona saves your ass
and now you want her to cover this up, too.
Oh, no.
"Cover up" is -- no, no, no. Just --
it would just be like a detail --
simplifying. How about this?
You write your report. You write whatever you want.
But the agreement that I signed with the CIA -- lose it.
For good.
That's -- that sounds doable.
Then do it.
Good. Nice job, you guys.
Seriously?
That's all Pryon had on the man who killed my brother?
Initials and weapons clearances?
Mike, the guy is a ghost.
Jesse and I found zip,
and we looked under every rock we could think of.
Then we go back to Vale.
Well, that's what I'm thinking. But the question is,
how do we explain the fact we know this guy exists?
We don't.
Vale said he could build a team that fit my needs.
I'll make sure all my needs add up to T.G.
Well, that could work,
but we could also get a list of 10 other guys
who had nothing to do with this,
or Vale sees through it and we both get killed.
I don't see any other way. Do you?
Make the call.
Mr. Vale's office, please.
I have Mr. Krueger for him.
Hold, please.
Vale. My men were very impressed.
I want to send you some specs,
get you started on building my team.
Excellent.
So, Mike, assuming we get Vale to set up a meeting
with this son of a bitch,
we got to come up with a plan to snatch him.
You're thinking interrogation?
Yeah, something like that. We're only gonna get one --
he's here.
Hey. You made it.
We were gonna give you a call.
I won't be staying long.
Why? What's wrong?
What the hell are you up to?
What are you talking about?
Don't play games with me.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Uh, no. Uh, really, we don't.
Oh, sure.
He asked for a sniper cleared on five different guns
who's got experience in Costa Rica and speaks Farsi.
Did you think I wouldn't figure out
you're looking for Tyler Gray?
Tyler Gray?
Are you kidding me?
The only reason I'm here
is because I'm not gonna talk about it on the phone.
Now, I don't know who you are, but this is over.
You need to back off.
And so does that guy you got following me.
What? There's someone following you?
Are you sure? Yeah. I'm sure.
Listen, Vale, calm down. I'm not having you followed.
Why did you --
Dad, look! Someone shot that guy.
Kid, stay down.
Vale! Vale!
Stay with me. Who's Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?!
Mike, he's gone.
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