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.
Nate!
I'm sorry.
No! Nate!
Nate's gone.
No, he isn't!
Whatever leads the FBI had on Nate's murder
are now in a sealed case file.
Well, we don't have the shooter,
but we do have the sniper rifle --
the sale order shows
the gun landed at the Pryon Group.
It's a private security firm upstate.
We have to get a meeting
with the guy who runs the Pryon Group.
He asked for a sniper cleared on five different guns.
Did you think I wouldn't figure out
you're looking for Tyler Gray?
Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?!
Whenever you get a fresh piece of intelligence in the field,
you have to decide carefully
who you're going to share it with,
because every asset you talk to, agency you work with,
and resource you update brings along a new set of problems.
Michael, what the hell were you thinking
bringing the CIA into this?
Fi, I guess Sam told you.
Yeah, well, I guess he's not as comfortable
lying to me as some people are.
This is a huge mistake, Michael.
A huge mistake.
I didn't have a choice here. I had to.
We hit a wall, and I needed the resources.
You know as well as I do
their resources come with strings.
And every time we involve them,
everything gets more complicated!
Fi, you suggested I call the CIA.
Well, that was before
they ruined Agent Pearce's career.
I'm sorry, Fi,
but I'm not gonna let the man who killed my brother get away.
I don't care who I have to work with.
How do you know they can even help?
What makes you think
they can find anything more than we have?
Because they already did. Card just called me.
I'm meeting him in an hour.
You, get me a dedicated comm-link up and going.
You, get me an upgraded grid of all local law enforcement
in the area.
And, you, get with D.O.D. and see if we have eyes in the sky.
And, you, come with me. What do you have?
I took your Tyler Gray file,
gave it to one of my tech geeks,
and they fed the specs into the FBI/CIA Interpol database.
Nearly 1,000 partial matches came back --
photos of people who shared even the tiniest detail with Gray.
1,000? That's a big pond to be fishing in.
I tasked some low-level gremlins at the NSA
to use one of their supercomputers
to scour every shred of video on the global system.
In just under 27 hours.
Pay dirt.
This is a munitions warehouse in San Miguelito, Panama.
At 2:59 a.m., this gentleman breaks in,
steals several weapons,
including a Barrett sniper rifle,
a known favorite of -- Tyler Gray.
Same guy flies out of Newark using a different name
three hours after your brother, Nate, was murdered.
Now for the glamour shot.
Would you please say hello
to the man who murdered your brother Nate?
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What do you mean, I don't get a tactical team?
Tom, the man killed my brother.
This can't come as a galloping shock to you, Michael.
The CIA was pulled off this investigation.
What about all those people in the bullpen?
Are you telling me they're not Agency resources?
Do you not understand that in this office,
I can tell any story that I want.
And as far as they know,
we're investigating a weapons theft.
That is, unless, of course,
one were to actually go down to Panama.
Then you'd get the truth pretty damn quick.
What does that mean?
It means that the only people that I can send down there
are already read in -- you, Jesse Porter,
Fiona Glenanne, and the Mr. Chin,
whatever his name is.
Is that all you can give me?
I did get you one more person.
Who?
Brady Pressman.
He gets the invite, as you'll see,
because he was in charge of the capture team out of Langley
that was hunting Anson.
He took the failure very personally
and, as a result, is quite motivated.
I don't need to bring along some desk jockey from Langley.
Sorry, kid. You don't get a choice.
He'll be down there to meet you when you get there
with all the toys that I can send.
One more thing, Michael, and it's important.
I'm way out on the skinny branches on this one.
So whatever happens in Panama...
stays in Panama.
Sam, I'll meet you guys at the airport.
I have to go do something.
Mom, the door was locked.
Well, we haven't really talked since the funeral.
But I've called.
Things are happening,
things that you need to know about.
And we have to talk.
So? Talk.
I'm heading down to Panama.
Why?
Officially, I'm investigating a weapons theft.
Unofficially, we found him.
The man that...
And if something happens to you?
The agency is allowing me to bring Jesse, Fi, and Sam.
That means nothing bad's gonna happen?
Well, I can call you. I-I'll check in --
it's not good enough, Michael.
Nowhere near.
Who do I call when your call doesn't come?
You tell me that.
I'm gonna give you the number of Tom Card's secretary
at the CIA.
Tell me, uh, Michael... Why are you here, really?
I mean, since when do you stop by
and fill me in on CIA secrets?
I was thinking that this in...
in a small way...
just begin to start making up for what happened to Nate.
Make up for it?
I don't -- I don't know what else to do here.
I-I know you blame me.
Not just you.
There's more than enough blame to go around.
This is on everyone.
Mom, I'm sorry.
I don't want your apology!
Every mistake Nate ever made
was 'cause he wanted to be like you.
He had no business being out there!
None!
But Nate...
I shouldn't have put him in harm's way.
But you did.
And I did nothing to stop you.
And I can't take that back.
He only wanted to help you
because he knew how proud of you I was.
I was his mother.
And my job was to protect him from you!
And I didn't do it.
No, please, just... Please, no.
So, this is it, huh?
Casa sweet casa? I wouldn't say that.
It's not exactly one of your sugar mama's five-stars.
Yeah, well, this isn't exactly a vacation.
Michael Westen, Brady Pressman.
Sam Axe. Yes, sir.
Jesse Porter. How you doing?
And you must be Fiona Glenanne. Nice to meet you.
So, you're the one the CIA has running this Op?
On paper, yeah, but we're all in this together, right?
I guess so.
Did I say something?
She's just jet-lagged.
The gear's already upstairs waiting to be set up,
so let's get to it.
One of the most popular bases for covert operations
is an abandoned building.
Hotels and apartments have too many people
coming and going to base a long-term Op.
You can buy a house, but it's hard to buy something
big enough discreetly on short notice.
Find a building that's been condemned, however,
and you can move right in,
as long as you can find a way to supply power
and you don't mind a little dust.
Okay, everybody. Here's what we got.
A guy fitting Gray's description
has been seen throwing around a lot of cash
in this area of San Miguelito.
Local assets helped track him to this building.
That's our target.
The outer wall is two feet thick.
To breach, we brought this.
To get that frame on that wall,
you're gonna need a masonry drill bit.
Did you bring one? No need.
This baby's the newest in speed frames.
Sticks to anything.
To cover the extraction, we got an M110 rifle.
Oh, I'll happily take that.
Oh, that's, uh, I thought they were still testing these.
They are. Official approval comes down next month.
Thought you'd appreciate a sneak preview.
Level five body armor, one for Jesse, one for Michael.
After Fiona blows the wall, you two breach.
It's gonna be hard to clear a structure that big with a two-man team.
That's why we have these puppies.
Is that a corner shot? APR 556.
Shoot around tight corners without someone covering you.
Question.
I know what we're doing,
but I'm a little unclear as to what it is you're doing.
I'll be in radio contact with everyone calling the plays.
So, while we're risking our asses,
you hang back way behind the front line?
Look, someone needs to -- Okay. Good night, Michael.
Wow. She really doesn't like me.
It's not you, Brady. Don't take it personally.
All right.
Let's go over the extraction step by step.
Start by approaching the south wall.
Fiona will place the charges.
Sam will set up on this third-story balcony.
We'll time our breach for noon.
Take him on foot down this alley.
We'll put him in the car here
and take him directly to the airport.
All right, kids.
Tomorrow's a long day, so let's get to bed.
Fi, what are you doing up?
I couldn't sleep.
There's only one other place I've ever seen a sky that color.
Over the Irish Sea.
I remember.
You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.
Michael, I know I've been difficult.
I don't have anything against Brady.
It's just, this is our business.
Nate was... He was our family, too.
We should be doing this alone, without government manipulation.
We owe that much to Nate.
I didn't want Brady here, either, but he's doing his job,
and we owe it to Nate to find his killer.
Period.
Okay.
Uh, Fi?
An electrician at 6:00 a.m.
Not just that, it's an electrical truck
parked outside a building without any power.
We have a problem.
Everybody up!
Everybody up now! Jesse, Sam!
What? What time is it? Time's up. We've been made.
What are you talking about?
Look outside.
It's just an electrical truck.
Courtyard's empty.
Red dots on the ground.
Laser sights.
Oh, crap. I hate it when you're right, Mike.
Okay, we need an exit,
or we're gonna be hosting one hell of a fiesta.
Back door is covered.
The stairs aren't an option. We're trapped.
How long before they breach?
For a standard breach, a minute.
They want to breach? Let's breach.
We're going through the roof.
Take cover.
Go! We're in!
No go on this side. They're covering the alley.
Just a heads up -- I'm not wearing any shoes.
This is gonna suck.
Okay, well, look, if down ain't an option,
somebody better grow some wings quick.
The next building.
If we can get over to it, there's a parking garage.
We can steal a car and drive off.
Oh, Mike, I don't know. Long jump was never my event.
I think I can help you with that.
With a running start,
the average adult can jump a distance of about 10 feet.
The trick to clearing bigger gaps
is raising your launch point
and making your jump at full speed.
It's all about maximizing your momentum,
which can make the difference between a safe landing...
...and a date with the pavement.
Try and roll when you land.
Fi, you're next.
Go! Go, go! Everyone, go!
It's him! It's Gray!
Michael! No! Come on!
Michael!
Mike, they're coming through that door any second!
We got to get out of here now!
Well, we swept the junkyard.
There's no one here. How was it out there, Mike?
Perimeter's clear.
Yeah, but for how long? Gray knows we're in Panama.
He's not gonna stop until he finds us.
Which means we got to find him first.
I'm sorry. I must have misheard.
You want to go find him?
I may not have a ton of field experience,
but we're outgunned in a foreign country, Michael.
We need to call in backup.
There's no time to wait for backup.
Gray's merc forces could find us at anytime.
We have to hit them now.
What did we manage to bring?
One shotgun...
...about 80 rounds for the M110 rifle.
No M110 rifle.
Sig sauer, two rounds.
Beretta, nine rounds.
30 feet of tactical rope, two zip ties,
and this chunk of styrofoam.
And in case anyone forgot, not wearing any shoes.
Completely shoeless in Panama.
Okay, hang on. Look at this.
This scope was in my pocket the whole time.
Right, you also have the scope to the M110 rifle
we still don't have.
We're not equipped to go after Gray.
Look, it's just a matter of time before our next encounter
with Gray and his army.
Wouldn't you rather it be on our terms?
Absolutely.
That's why we got to find the wasps' nest.
Now, Brady, you know San Miguelito.
Jesse and I can help you track down their HQ,
and we'll scout an attack.
These guys travel in armored S.U.V.s.
Exactly what are we gonna be attacking with?
We need to make use of those M110 rounds.
I think we can put something together that'll go boom.
You must be kidding.
When it comes to explosives, I never kid.
If you're building ammunition to shatter reinforced glass,
you need something harder than buckshot.
If you don't have a handful of diamonds lying around,
spark plugs will do.
Their ceramic casings are nearly as hard.
Once you've dealt with the glass,
you have to deal with the people behind it.
A serviceable flash-bang grenade
can be made from a soda can
filled with aluminum shavings and gunpowder.
Not as stable as military issue,
but it still packs one hell of a kick.
Fi, when you were talking about Ireland earlier,
I hope you know I miss that time, too.
Michael, I don't need Ireland.
I want this.
A junkyard in Panama?
You and me working together.
Just us, the way it used to be.
At the end of the day, this...
this right here is how it should be.
After I get Gray, I'll leave. I'm out.
The CIA?
Out of all of it.
Don't say that if you don't mean it.
I do.
How does that sound?
Well, if we live long enough to see that happen,
it sounds really good.
When you give a piece of intelligence to anyone,
even an ally,
you never know what they're going to do with it.
Because even if you completely trust that person,
you run the risk of them taking that information
and using it for their own purposes.
Ma'am, are you sure you don't want to sit while you wait?
No, I'm fine.
How much longer will your boss be?
Mrs. Westen, nice of you to come by.
What can I do for you?
I'm here about my son.
Well, he's in the field right now.
My other son.
Ah.
Well, on behalf of the entire agency,
we're very sorry for your loss.
I'm not here for your sympathy.
What are you here for?
Answers.
I want to know everything that you know
about the operation that killed Nate.
Mrs. Westen, that's what we call classified information.
It's an operation that one of my boys died in
and the other one ran.
I realize that.
And I wish I could help you, but I can't.
Yes, you can.
And you will,
or I'm going to cause a scene right here, right now.
I know that you sent Michael
on an off-the-books mission to Panama.
I know what he's there for.
Unless you want that mission
to be suddenly very much on the books,
I suggest you cooperate.
You're blackmailing a CIA officer
without batting an eyelash.
And here I thought Michael got all his moxie
from his papa bear.
Come.
Just to be clear, I'm not supposed to
share mission specifics with civilians.
I'm giving this to you because I trust Michael,
and I believe I can trust you, too.
I can keep a secret, believe me.
Locating a group of mercenaries in a third-world country
isn't terribly difficult
because they're very similar to street thugs.
They flaunt their presence.
So if you want to find an outfit,
it's as simple as asking around.
The question isn't where they are.
It's what you're gonna do when you find them.
You don't realize
how much broken glass there is on the street
until you're not wearing any shoes.
Look at that.
That was in my foot.
So, I asked around, and word is,
these are the guys that attacked us.
They're ex-military guns for hire called Los Hermanos.
Really? That's the best name they got?
They hire themselves out to smugglers, drug gangs,
murderers on the run.
I'm not looking forward
to a run-in with all that firepower.
Sam, let me see that scope real quick.
What the hell are you doing?
What? Without a battery, the digital display is useless.
It's $50,000.
Yeah, and now we can actually use it.
You're welcome.
Oh, wow. That does not look good.
That looks like one of the worst places
to stage a snatch-and-grab in the Western hemisphere.
All right. Okay. So we don't do it there.
We do it right there.
What about that angry-looking guy down there?
Yeah he's angry looking, but he's only one guy.
Jesse's right. I mean, that street's our best bet for grabbing Gray.
We got to adios that guy.
We don't have a 20 on Gray.
He might be on his way back here right now.
Exactly.
That's why we got to adios señor angry muy, muy pronto.
Anybody got a genius idea?
I think I do. You guys head for that alley right behind him.
I'm gonna go shopping for a ride.
Aah!
Son of a bitch.
It's a popular misconception
that guard duty is all about watching for people.
In fact, people are usually
a much lower priority than vehicles.
A well-trained guard
will focus first on keeping the road clear
and monitoring suspicious cars in the vicinity,
which can give you a great excuse to get up close.
Hey, buddy. Can you tell me where the gas station is?
What? I don't -- I no understand-o, amigo.
American. I'm American.
Uh, gas-o zero-o.
Put-put-put-put, brr-brr. No mas.
Dude! Is this where we are? Are we here?
'Cause I made a left on Castillo.
Qué?
Get the gun! Get the gun!
Okay. That worked out quite nicely.
What size shoe do you think he wears?
Enjoy your trash nap, pal.
Good timing.
We just finished cleaning up. You find a place to hit Gray?
Yeah. And more importantly, I got a new pair of shoes.
Oh.
A Panamanian peep toe. Très chic.
All right, so, we got a radio in the corner,
but I still don't see how we're gonna capture Gray.
Here. These are filled with ceramic fragments.
It should get us through the reinforced glass of the S.U.V.,
but don't shake them too much.
We only had enough to make three.
Fi will give Gray a reason to stop.
If you could take out the windows with those,
I should be able to deal with the people inside with these.
Yeah, Mike, uh, how about if I'm on flash-bang duty?
You're driving the getaway car, Sam.
I've got this.
I'm sure you do, brother,
but it looks like you also got a few broken ribs.
Sam, listen to me.
I'm hitting Gray, I'm pulling him out of the car,
and I'm shoving him in the trunk!
Gray's en route.
We got about 30 minutes to set up.
Let's go catch ourselves a killer.
All right, then.
Now that you've seen the file, are you satisfied?
No.
I can't say that I am. I got a question for you.
Look, I'm sorry, but I gave you the file.
Do you have any idea what I'm risking
even having you in this room?
I could lose everyt--
Don't talk to me about loss.
I lost my husband and my youngest son,
and all because of this Agency.
Mrs. Westen, I can't even begin
to know what that must feel like.
But please, what do you want from me?
Just decency.
And an answer to my question.
You trained Michael. You know another side of him.
Please ask.
It's no secret what our home life was like,
what Michael's and Nate's childhood was like.
It was my choice not to leave Frank.
And that choice made Michael strong and capable...
...while it left poor Nate just...
How do two brothers turn out so different?
Imagine that you're holding on to two bottles
and they drop on the floor.
What happens?
They both break.
But it's how they break that's important.
Because, you see,
while one bottle crumples into a pile of glass,
the other shatters into a jagged-edged weapon.
You see, the exact same environment
that forged older brother into a warrior crushed baby brother.
People just don't all break the same, Mrs. Westen.
Just don't.
Problem here is that you're just focused on the bad,
'cause there's some good that came through there, too.
Don't get me wrong. Michael is damaged.
But he also happens to be a little boy
who just wants to protect his mommy and his kid brother.
Which means that all the people that he ever helped
actually have to thank...you.
And Nate, of course.
That's all I have.
I just need a minute.
Please take all the time you need.
I will, uh... I'll be in my office.
Setting up a snatch-and-grab
requires having the right pieces in place.
You need a lookout up high, a driver in the getaway car,
and someone to create the distraction.
Then you just have to wait for the target to show up.
Now, Brady, you don't have to do this.
What the hell are you talking about?
I appreciate you coming down here, helping us find Gray,
but this isn't your fight. You're not even a field op.
Nate was my brother.
You don't have to risk your life for this.
No, I do. It was my Op that went sideways.
My fault we're even on this trip.
No, it's not. It's mine. All of this.
I want to tell you a story.
When I was a little kid,
there was nothing I loved more than baseball.
I was watching the Red Sox game
when my mom turned off the television.
She'd just gotten a call about my dad.
Your dad was military?
A Ranger. K.I.A.
Had my 14th birthday a week after his funeral.
The day I turned 18 is the day I joined the Army.
Wanted to find the guy that killed him.
It's crazy, right?
It's not so crazy.
Yeah, well, I never got the guy.
But I'll be damned if I'm not gonna help you
find the son of a bitch who killed your brother.
For what it's worth, Brady,
it's good to have you on the team.
Jesse.
Okay, it's go time, Mike. I got two S.U.V.s coming your way.
Fender and a hummer. You have a visual on Gray?
Bingo. Yeah.
He's in the hummer, backseat, driver's side.
Just passed Sam.
Put your game face on, man. I'll call Fi.
Time to make some noise.
You ready?
Hey.
Thank you.
Drive!
He just killed his own guy.
Yeah, and blocked our flash-bang.
Get in.
Mike, look. There. There's the Hummer.
Jesus, Mike, he shot his own driver.
He couldn't have gotten far.
Aah! My leg!
He must be in that building, but I can't see him.
Keep your head down, Sam. You're not gonna see him.
He was waiting for us, and we walked right into it.
How bad it, Mike?
We need to get him to a hospital, Sam.
Listen to me.
There's no time for a hospital, and you know it.
Just tighten it up enough...
...to stop the bleeding.
You go in, and you get him.
Trust me, I will.
Tom, I don't have time to debate this.
We have Gray cornered now.
We are going in. Negative.
You will stand down.
You already have one man
in need of serious medical attention.
You will wait for backup, which is already on its way.
We won't get a better shot at him. We can't wait.
So, what? Are you gonna go in blind, deaf, and bleeding?
That's a super idea, Michael.
Tom, listen to me.
We already have a plan. I'm going in.
Accept my apologies in advance.
Yeah, Mike, uh, you want to share this plan we already got?
'Cause last I checked, we got a sniper in that building,
and we have no idea where he is.
We have to give him a reason to show his face.
West Side.
There's only one halfway decent sniper perch over there.
Good call, Fi.
If we can get you and Jesse over to those barrels,
make it look like we're trying to flank him,
he'll have to move to get a shot at you.
Which would give us enough time
to scale the east side and drop in for a chat.
I like it.
Of course you do. You're not the one
trying to outrun a sniper in hobo shoes, Sam.
You gonna be okay here? Yeah.
You guys go get that bastard.
You ready? Yeah.
- What do you see? - He's moving. He's moving.
Aah!
What? Are you hit? Yeah. He knicked me.
You good?
Yeah, I'm peachy.
Michael, you're clear.
Hurry up because these barrels are filled with gas.
And he's determined to kill us.
Let's move, Sam.
Okay, Fi. This is not good.
Not liking the gasoline on the ground here.
They're right above him.
Fi, we're one spark away from going up like a Roman candle.
We got to move.
Wait. Mike, Mike.
That antenna's never gonna hold you.
It has to!
Fi and Jesse won't last much longer.
Mike, go. I got you.
We got to go. Let's go.
Don't move!
I said don't move!
Well done. It's very well done.
Fi, are you okay?
Yeah, we're fine. You got him?
Yeah. I got him.
Now we just sit tight and wait for Card's extraction team.
He said it's already in the air.
We did it, Fi. Thank you.
Okay.
Something funny?
You think you're waiting for an extraction team, buddy,
you got no clue.
Card isn't sending an extraction team for you.
What are you talking about?
How do you know about Card?
Who do you think sent me out here?
This was supposed to be a suicide mission for you.
That's right. A suicide mission.
Westen goes down to Panama, things go wrong,
Westen gets ambushed by a merc squad,
Westen goes home in a box.
Only one problem.
You just won't die.
That's a lie.
Come on. You're a pro. This smell right to you?
Why -- why would Card want me dead?
Sorry, pal. I just pull the trigger.
You're asking questions above my head.
You know what? We're running out of time.
So if you're gonna kill me, do it.
If not, we need to get the hell out of here.
Yeah? Why is that?
Because if Card thinks I failed,
he's gonna bring out the big guns.
He's gonna have to wipe you out,
probably wipe this whole place with you.
What? You think I'm lying?
Call him.
Tell him I escaped, that you want to go after me.
I guarantee he tells you to stay put,
says help is on the way,
that he already has your location.
Go ahead. Call him.
Okay, Gray. All right. I'll call him.
Want to play a little game?
I'll call him.
Oh, Michael.
Thank God. Almost gave me a heart attack.
Bad news, Card. Gray got away.
We're regrouping now to find him.
No! No. No.
Don't do that. Stay put.
I have operatives on the ground in Panama.
They're tracking Gray. They're here now?
Yes, they just air-dropped in.
We're getting a fix on him.
Looks like he's on foot stepping into an alley.
We're gonna have that son of a bitch surrounded.
We'll have him in a few minutes.
Michael...
You did it.
Thanks.
Are you sure we shouldn't meet your guys at the embassy?
No. We have your location off of your cellphone.
You will wait for backup. Don't move.
You got that?
Yeah, I got that.
Good. Michael.
I'm proud of you.
He say he was proud of you?
Yeah, he told me you like to hear that.
Right before he told me to go for the head shot.
For what it's worth, I, uh...
I hope this helped.
Nothing helps.
But, um, maybe...
you opened up my eyes a bit.
I know that some of that wasn't easy to hear,
but that's the one thing you always get from me,
Mrs. Westen, is the truth.
Card lied to us!
He sent us down here to die! Did Gray tell you that?
What the hell you talking about? We don't have time! We got to move!
Drive! Drive!
What is that? Sounded like an F-18.
Card sent an air strike into Panama? That's insane.
Not really. Nobody knows we're here.
Card can spin any story he wants.
Terrorist attack, drug war.
I was never easy on Michael.
I wasn't.
But I did what I thought I needed to do
because I cared about him.
I do care about him.
You see, I...
I never had a whole lot of family.
In fact, Michael's the closest thing I ever had to a son.
We got maybe 30 seconds
before that F-18 comes back around to take us out.
Let's not be in here when it does.
They're firing Mavericks.
If we bail, we'll never get clear of the blast radius.
We have to try.
We stop the van, we get out all together.
All right. Let's do this.
Brady?
Brady!
Mike, get under here! We can't be seen!
Brady!
I know that this Agency has cost you a lot.
So, for what it's worth, I am deeply, deeply sorry.
Thank you.
I'm glad Michael has you.
Bye.
Please tell me it's done.
So...what the hell do we do now?
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