Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 4, Episode 8 - Where There's Smoke - full transcript
Michael and Jesse's plans to steal a safe deposit box are interrupted when Fi and a businessman's wife are kidnapped while Fi and Sam prepare to work security for a party.
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 ex-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.
Bottom line --
as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
As a spy, you try to work
only with an experienced team.
Going into the field with someone
who doesn't have the proper training
is a recipe for disaster.
There are times, though,
when having a civilian on an operation
is unavoidable.
You want me to help you
rob a bank?
In those situations, you just
have to make your pitch
and hope for the best.
I think I'm gonna need a drink.
Let me clarify. We're not
robbing the whole bank.
We're just going after
one safety-deposit box.
I think that's still
considered bank robbery?
Either you tell me what this is about
or we're done here.
All right. But this cannot
leave this room, mom.
Michael has been helping me
with the investigation
that I was working
before I got fired.
There's someone out there
starting some pretty nasty
little wars.
They're assassinating leaders.
They'll raze an entire village
just to make a buck.
And you're going to stop them
by robbing a bank?
Last month, they tried to steal
this safety-deposit box.
The heist was a bust.
Soon as they put
a new team together,
they're going to try
to hit it again.
And you want me
to steal the box?
No, no.
All we need is your help
to see how the security team
reacts to the alarm.
I can get into
the security offices
to check out their response,
but we need someone in the vault
to trigger the alarm.
And all you have to do, mom,
is the one thing
I have never been able
to get you to stop doing.
What do you say,
Mrs. Westen?
Feel like playing
a little Bonnie and Clyde?
Bonnie and Clyde
got shot.
Look, the worst that's gonna
happen is you'll get a fine.
Come on, Maddy.
Maddy?
That's my partner in crime.
Thank you.
In banks
and other secure facilities,
the biggest threats
are the ones you invite in.
Getting a job
dropping off sandwiches
requires
fewer background checks
than getting a job
guarding millions of dollars,
but it gives you
the same access.
Hey. Over here.
Plus a tip.
Oh, why, thank you.
Thank you, man.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Got an egg salad.
Most commercial facilities link
smoke and security systems.
Trigger one alarm,
and you trigger them all.
Smoke alarms work by detecting
irregularly dispersed light.
Setting one off with a cigarette
requires a little time
and a lot of lung capacity.
It's the vault!
Go check it out!
Wow.
Y'all don't mess around.
That's a whole lot of fuss
over a little nicotine fit, huh?
Lighting up in there
is against state law.
Grandma's getting arrested.
She'll do jail time.
Get what we needed?
Yeah, but, uh...
They're coming down
a little harder on your mom
than we thought.
That doesn't look like
a small fine!
Yeah, I know.
They're taking her downtown.
Look, we better just hope
she doesn't say anything, man.
"Say anything"?! She opened up
a bank account, Jesse!
They have her address!
They have her name,
her social security number!
They can't
take her downtown!
I know, Mike! That's what I'm saying!
Hold on! That's what I'm saying, man!
She's getting arrested?! We got to spring
her before the cops get involved.
That's what we got to do.
You don't --
some getaway drivers
you are.
Mom, how'd you --
that nice man
was so sympathetic.
I told him that I was smoking
to calm my nerves.
That I was very upset
putting those pictures
of my husband in there,
And I just couldn't help myself.
First thing Frank's been
good for in 30 years.
Get in the car.
I'm telling you --
this bank we're hitting
has got more guards
than Buckingham Palace.
There's two here,
three back here and two more over here.
I mean,
even if we get around them,
we're not gonna have
enough time to drill into the vault.
Okay. Yeah.
Did you hear what I just said?
That was bad news.
Cooper, Ross and Associates.
It's a law firm
on the second floor.
Their security --
not quite as good.
All we need to get in --
key card.
Okay, so,
we swipe a key card.
Then...You want to blast our way
into the vault
through
their conference-room floor.
They're lawyers.
They have it coming.
Wow. Someone's looking nice.
Hey, what can I say?
I clean up good.
We're working security for some
business bigwig's dinner party.
Told us to dress up
and blend in.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I didn't see you there.
You're working with Sam, huh?
Yeah.
I thought I'd partner up
with someone who values my opinion.
I'm just here for my Walther.
I've got a trunk full of guns,
and nothing fits in my clutch.
What did you do?
Hurry up, will ya?
He said not to be late.
This coming from a man who spent
half an hour shellacking his hair.
You should be grateful. Most married men
let themselves fall apart.
Charles Finley had a shotgun wedding
for the sake of his cover.
That's Charlotte,
the old ball and chain.
Call me that again, and we'll
have a shotgun divorce.
Let's get this party started.
Don't ask.
I hate these parties.
No matter how many I throw,
I never get used to wearing
a monkey suit, dancing for investors.
Damn it.
Darling,
let me help you with that.
This is Sarah --
my better half.
Pleased to meet you.
Fiona, right?
"Charlotte"
for tonight.
"Charles"...
...For whenever
it's needed.
I'm so grateful you could come
on such short notice.
So, what's got your cummerbund
in a bunch, Mr. Aitkens?
Well, someone is
out to nab Liby.
It's my company's
new lithium ion battery.
She's lighter
and longer-lasting
than any
of my competitor's products.
They'd pass a paperweight
to get their mitts on her.
So you think someone's
trying to steal her --
or it.
Somebody broke into my car
yesterday.
Luckily,
all they got was a laptop
with a few personal e-mails
and some Garth Brooks mp3s.
Could've been worse.
Could've been Creedence.
Any idea who we're looking for?
I believe we are looking
for a man or a woman
who would like
to become filthy rich.
Now, I'll tell you this --
if they're smart,
they'll pose
as an investor here tonight.
If you're so concerned
with the guest list,
why not
call off the soiree?
Tonight's Liby's debut.
I have to show her off
to whet market appetite.
But I can't have either of you
spooking my investors.
Now, I want you to blend in,
keep your eyes peeled.
If you catch the thief,
you know...
Shoot 'em.
Uh, don't give her
any ideas.
I think we should get the lay of
the land before the festivities start.
Well, if there are any break-in
attempts up here, we'll know it.
Christian's got more security
than the batcave.
See anything
out of the ordinary?
Other than a computer
that requires a retina scan
or a toilet
that plays bird songs
while it blow-dries
your unmentionables?
When you're working
a protection detail,
it's all about observation.
You're looking for broken locks,
blocked motion sensors --
the subtle signs that someone's
trying to breach security.
Of course, some security breaches
are a lot more subtle than others.
It's the caterers.
I'll get it.
Sarah!
Get in there. Get down.
What? Wha--
get in the tub.
Hey, what the hell
is going on down there?
We got party crashers
with automatics.
Hey, I got to get down there!
No!
We have to --
Christian, you stay put!
But --
do not come out!
They got an Uzi on full auto
pinning me down.
Fi...They're not
coming up here.
They're coming for you.
This sounds like
a kidnapping, Sam.
And I got no way out.
I' m gonna have to wave
the white flag.
Fi, no.
It's too dangerous.
What are you doing?
Don't let them know
who I am.
But your gun --
aren't you gonna --
look.
If I start shooting now,
we're both gonna wind up dead.
We'll roll with the punches.
Trust me --
when the time is right,
we're gonna punch
right back.
Wait! Where are you
taking Sarah?!
D-does Christian
owe you money?
I said shut up,
bitch!
Please --
w-whatever you need,
my husband,
he can take care of it.
What did you say?
My husband --
he has much money.
Jesus!
Dial Mike.
Yeah, Sam.
How's the party?
There were four guys,
locked and loaded.
I tried to stop them,
but they got the client.
And, Mike...
They got Fiona.
Well, when they stole my laptop,
they got everything they needed --
pictures of Sarah,
details about the party,
our address.
All this time, I thought
it was about business.
So stupid!
Well, it was about business --
just a different kind.
You said these guys
had accents, right?
Got the bullets to match --
9-millimeter black-tipped imis.
All the rage in Mexico City.
Mexico City?
What the hell is he talk--
below the border, express
kidnappings are big business.
Looks like
somebody expanded stateside.
I checked the hospitals.
Nothing.
Still no chatter
on the police band.
My buddy pulled traffic cams,
but he got zilch.
These guys are ghosts,
Mike.
Yeah, we got a webcam call
from your wife's account.
Looks like
they're ready to talk.
Gentlemen...
I believe I have something
you are looking for.
Sarah?
Oh, my God!
Let him
do the talking.
Well, well.
I see a new face.
Who invited you?
You can call me Vikner.
I'll be negotiating the release
of Mrs. Aitkens and Mrs. Finley.
You know the drill.
I need to hear from the women.
It's a good sign
if kidnappers wear masks
and shy away from cameras.
By protecting their anonymity,
they protect their hostages.
If a kidnapper lets you see his face,
he's probably not planning on letting
you live to testify against him.
Christian...
Baby, they want $10 million
for each of us.
Please, just pay them the money,
and they'll let us live.
I love you -- aah!
Thank you, Sarah.
That was wonderful.
The best products
always sell themselves.
$20 million
is quite a price tag.
We'll need some time
to get it together.
Do you think
I didn't do my homework?
Mr. Aitkens is worth
twice that -- liquid.
A man in your line of work needs
unmarked, nonconsecutive bills.
Can't exactly scoop that from under
the couch cushions, can we?
You have 24 hours. Not a second more.
Are we understood?
We'll get you the cash,
but we won't pay for damaged goods.
Do not...Hurt them.
You just don't be late.
Tardiness makes
my trigger finger...
Itchy.
I can probably get a trace
on their I.P.
Forget that! I'll pay!
I can get the money!
Money won't save them.
They want $10 million
for each of us.
You know, Fi's not the type
to get all teary-eyed
over a gun to her head.
She's sending us
a message.
Please, just pay them the money,
and they'll let us live.
One long blink, one short,
then three more long.
She's blinking "no"
in morse code.
If we pay the ransom,
the girls are dead.
The floor!
Come on!
I apologize
for my kid brother.
Eddy's a good guy.
He's just a bit of a hothead.
Please...
Just don't hurt us.
I wouldn't dream of it.
As soon as we get our payday,
I let you go.
Honest.
Now, ladies, sit tight.
Don't cause any trouble.
Everything will go smoothly.
Make sure our guests
are cared for. Hmm?
Whoa.
Wait, wait, wait.
You're not gonna leave us here
with him?
What's the matter?
You don't like your chaperon?
H-he's been eyeing us
n-nonstop.
Is this true?
No. No.
He wasn't.
I don't want
to cause trouble.
Jesus, Sarah.
I saw the way
you were looking back at him.
You think you can flirt your way
out of this?
He's not
your goddamn tennis coach!
Kidnappers see hostages
as commodities.
Like a good stockbroker,
they'll protect their investment
until it's time to cash in.
If they see a risk,
they'll hedge against it.
Now, be good girls.
No more fuss.
Okay?
High-maintenance women are
more trouble than they're worth.
I'm sorry.
I needed to buy some privacy.
Can I borrow that?
My earring?
Your jewel-encrusted
lock pick.
They're right outside the door.
They're not gonna --
relax. This should
only take a second.
What are you doing?
We're gonna get
out of here.
But what about the FBI?
Now, they could...
Get your wife killed
very quickly.
We're up against pros here,
Christian.
They get one whiff of
police involvement, it's over.
We need some guns.
Take Fi's car.
Her trunk is an armory.
I should come with you.
More boots on the ground...
The noisier
we'll be stomping.
200 of Christian's
closest friends
are gonna be calling about
why his party was canceled.
You need to keep them
from getting too curious.
I'm on damage control?
We're controlling a lot more
than damage to his reputation, Jesse.
If the press get ahold of this,
Fiona's dead.
I'm counting on you.
Ready to ride?
Where are you going?
You promised you'd tell me all about
our bank heist over breakfast.
What's the matter?
You don't like doughnuts?
Mom,
Fi's been kidnapped.
Kidnapped?
What the hell are you talk--
we were doing a security job,
and the client's wife was taken.
Fi went with her.
The client's upstairs
with Jesse.
They're working on keeping this quiet
while we track down the girls.
Well, I'll wait with them.
There must be something I can do.
Mom, we got this covered.
You should go home now.
I'll go home
when Fiona does.
You go find your girlfriend.
Creating an explosive device
in the field
requires a strong knowledge
of chemistry
and the ability to improvise
with whatever equipment
happens to be lying around.
Can you hold that?
An old fire extinguisher makes
an ideal compression chamber.
Add some metal shavings and
the right cleaning supplies,
and you can serve up a bomb
that will blast through
a cinder-block wall.
Why is it
you can never find
a good sodium hydroxide
solution when you need one?
I need to get
to the bathroom.
They said
if we don't make trouble --
Sarah, we're already in trouble.
We saw their faces.
The moment they get their money,
they're gonna kill us.
Christian won't let that happen.
He'll save me.
He'll --
sometimes you have to be
your own white knight.
Trust me.
What do you
want me to do?
Give me that.
I need you
to work with me.
And we will
get out of this alive.
What are you doing?!
Getting a hall pass
to the bathroom.
The guard has cellphones.
I need to get to his bag.
Could you, uh --
ooh -- give me a hand?
Wha--
just go with it!
Get this lunatic off me!
Don't you pull my hair,
you bitch!
Ladies! What's going on here?!
You're the bitch!
Charles will pay
a hundred times for me
what Christian would pay
for you -- just you wait.
What did I say?
Look at you.
Madre de dios.
Look at that cut.
The negotiators
will not pay for this.
Get her cleaned up.
Get your filthy hands
off me, you fat --
aah!
Ow!
You're a thug!
Almost took my arm off!
You can't buy grace,
can you?
Unlike
that nose of yours.
Kill you!
Ohh!
No!
I'm going to kill you!
If you don't stop fighting
and behave yourself!
You're a bloody mess.
Go.
So, Jesse said the kidnapper's
I.P. came from this address.
Either they really like lattes
or they're boosting the signal.
Fi could be
anywhere within a mile.
That's a lot of summer homes
to check out.
Hello?
Michael, it's me.
Fi!
Hey! She got a phone!
That's the woman
I married.
Get my message?
Yeah, loud and blinky.
But don't worry --
we kept Christian
from backing up the money truck.
Well, there are
two brothers in charge.
They're playing nice
right now.
The second
they get their money,
the gloves are coming off.
Any idea where you are?
No. But it's about to have
one less wall.
We still have 20 hours.
It's one of you
against four of them.
Don't feel bad for them,
Michael.
Wait. What about Charlotte?
Isn't she coming with us?
Hang on.
I'm afraid Charlotte
is not as fortunate as you.
Your husband
was the only one who paid.
No!
Michael, Christian made a deal
for Sarah.
No, no, no.
Jesse's with him. He couldn't --
I don't know how it happened,
but it happened.
You know that --
that 20 hours we had?
It's more like one.
Come on.
Fi?
Fi!
Fi!
Well, I don't see anything
but summer homes and drop-tops.
Not a white panel van
or a creepy safe house in sight.
Call Jesse.
Damn it!
Pick up!
You've got him spinning
public relations, keeping this quiet.
Maybe he's tying up
the lines.
He should have been
tying up Christian,
not buying Fi and Sarah
a death sentence.
Okay, Mike,
just don't kill Jesse.
We need him right now.
Fi's got to be
around here somewhere.
Mike, how's it going?
Finally! What the hell
are you doing?!
What are you talking about?
Christian cut a deal
with the kidnappers.
You think maybe you should have
told me about that?
Wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where's all this coming from?
Fi got a call out.
Sounds like we got about an hour
before they dangle Sarah
for the cash
and put a bullet in both of them.
No, no, no. No. No, no.
He's been on the phone
the whole time.
He -- he stepped out
on the balc--
he stepped out on the balcony
to get some air. Damn it!
You can beat yourself up
about it later. I'll help.
Right now, you need to find out
where the drop is.
And if Christian
pays these guys, Fi's dead!
Mike, I'm gonna
make this right.
Where's Sarah?
After your little catfight,
I thought it best
to...
Give you some space.
You didn't kill her,
did you?
Where would you get
such a crazy notion like that?
Mrs. Sarah is gonna be worth
very much very soon.
What do you mean?
H-her husband paid...
Didn't he?
Perhaps
you chose the wrong man.
Could you do something
about this heat?
I feel like...I'm gonna die.
Oh, we wouldn't
want that.
I'll take care
of the air-conditioning.
Fi.
Are you all right?
Never been better.
How's Sarah?
I don't know.
They separated us.
I think they're getting ready
to move her.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
My exit strategy's almost ready.
But then I'm working
on a different way
to get into her room.
No, no, no.
I want to be there before
anything starts to blow up.
Oh. How gallant.
Hey, guys,
maybe you can argue later.
Right now, Fi, just give us
a description of the house --
something we can
go off of here.
Well, I can do better than that.
I'm sending you a smoke signal.
Don't call me.
I'll call you.
A good smoke signal
requires dense, visible clouds
of smoke or vapor.
You can't just light whatever's handy
on fire and hope for the best.
Rubber burns with a thick,
black smoke -- that's perfect.
Put a burning pile of it
in an air-conditioning duct,
and the house's ventilation
system will carry it out
where it can be seen
from a distance.
You need to call him back right now
and call it off, Christian.
No, it's like
I'm saying to you --
I can't call it off.
They said
the deal was final!
If I back out now,
they'll kill her!
I can't tell you anything!
Calm down. I want you to think back.
Okay?
What'd you do the last time
your wife was kidnapped?
I've never been
in this situation.
Yeah. Yeah. I know that.
We have.
You hired professional security consultants.
Do you understand that?
Tell me where the hand-off is happening
so we can do our job!
Oh, you know, you're pretty
clever with words, Mr. Porter.
Now, you can make me feel
like a rube,
but it doesn't change
what I think,
which is that I'm dealing
with businessmen.
Now, which of us has
more experience in that arena?
You're missing the point here.
Look, look, I feel bad.
All right?
And if it's any help,
I'll loan you the $10 million
for Miss Glenanne's ransom.
You know what?
Save it.
You can name a hospital
after your wife when she's dead.
Don't you dare talk --
what's it gonna take
for you to get it?!
You saw Fiona's message.
You're gonna get her killed.
She blinked!
I am not risking Sarah's life
on a damn eye spasm!
She was sending us
a message!
No! No!
Jesse?
Jesse!
Jesse...
You're upset about Fi,
and it's showing.
Now, how do you expect this guy
to give you a level-headed decision
when you're about to
tear his arms off?
All right. I'm gonna --
I'm gonna go get some air.
I mean,
what did he expect?
I couldn't
just do nothing.
They have
the woman I love.
He doesn't get it.
I think he understands
exactly how you feel.
So, Mike, you can tell me
to shut up if you want,
but what's going on
with you and Fi these days?
I disappointed her.
The way I got Jesse burned.
The way I'm using him.
She thinks I'm a little too obsessed
with finding out who freed Simon.
She might be right.
Mike.
Where there's smoke...
There's Fi.
Jacob?!
Water!
Please don't leave me here!
Shut up, all right?!
I'm coming!
There's your water.
Happy?
Alcohol was used as
an energy source and a weapon
long before anyone had any idea
what gunpowder was.
It doesn't contain enough energy
to qualify as a top-grade explosive,
but in most situations,
it's a lot easier
to find a bottle of vodka
than a brick of C-4.
Thank you.
Good. Let's go.
Well, you know,
I was hoping for something
just a little bit stronger.
This isn't cocktail hour,
honey.
I'm starting to think
you don't understand
the seriousness
of your situation.
I think I do.
Charles...
Isn't gonna pay.
Is he?
You know something?
You and I
a-aren't that different.
How's that?
Well...
We both know what we want...
And we take it.
The only difference is,
is...
You use a gun,
and I have...
Other charms.
Playing the role
of Mrs. Charles Finley.
You want to know
a secret?
I never did love him.
So you married him
for his money?
Well...
It wasn't for what was happening
between the sheets.
And now...
When I need his money
the most, it's...
...It's not there.
Once Sarah's husband
pays for her,
you're not gonna let me go,
are you?
Now...
How about...
...You give a girl
one last drink,
let her say goodbye
to her best friend?
I'll give you your drink.
But your friend Sarah...
Is already on her way...
Home.
Well, then...
...Here's to homecoming.
Won't you let me
keep the bottle?
God.
You decorated for me.
Sorry, but...
...It's easier this way.
How much longer
do I have?
Who knows?
Maybe Eddy gets caught up
in airport traffic...
Or maybe your husband calls
after all.
But if he doesn't...
It won't be too long.
Well, at least
you're finally being honest.
One more favor.
Some gum?
That cheap vodka
tastes like lighter fluid.
I think I would have liked
to know you...
...In a different life.
You mean the next one?
We're both going to hell.
Handcuffs can be
a hostage's best friend.
The same steel that locks you up
can set you free.
Use the cuffs for leverage
and apply enough pressure,
and you can break the weakest piece
of whatever you're chained to.
But it might not be
the only thing you break.
Perfect timing, Fi.
The cavalry has arrived,
darlin'.
Tell us where you are.
We're coming into the house.
No.
They're headed to the airport.
They took Sarah.
It sounded like they were
going to Miami international.
That's not enough to go on.
I'm not leaving you --
no. Y-you can't come in here
guns blazing.
One call from Jacob,
and his idiot brother
will kill Sarah
before they even make the drop.
So you're gonna stay in there and play
chicken with this guy?
But Jacob and his fat friend
don't know we're playing.
I'll figure out where the hand-off's
gonna happen, and I'll let you know.
Fine.
I'm going after Sarah.
But I'm leaving Sam here
as backup.
You be careful in there,
missy.
Chuck Finley is too young
to be a widower.
Yeah, well,
don't worry about me.
I am not
your average trophy wife.
If you don't tell us
where the hand-off is --
I've talked all the sense I can
to you people.
I even offered to pay
Miss Glenanne's ransom.
If you'd have listened to me,
your friend would be on her way
to safety by now.
No, no, listen, the only reason Fiona's
not home safe right now
is because she chose to go
with the kidnappers --
to get us some leverage
to save your wife.
And that doesn't sound
insane to you?
Ain't no leverage
as good as $10 million.
I'm paying!
That's final!
The second they get the money,
your wife is dead.
You're not going anywhere
until you tell me
where they're taking Sarah.
Get out of my way.
Michael still can make it
in time to save your wife.
They'll kill her
if I don't pay!
I can't --
I have to --
I can't just sit here
and do nothing!
I get it.
I get it.
You're covering your ass.
This is just another business
decision for you. Right?
You don't know what's gonna
happen. None of us do.
But this way, you pay the ransom,
you got your story for the funeral.
"Did everything I could."
Even though
it's a damn lie.
You son of a bitch!
That's my wife
you're talking about!
That's right.
That's right.
That's your wife
you're giving up on.
Okay.
The lighthouse at Cape Florida.
My C.F.O.'S meeting him there
with the money.
Call him off.
You could
save his life, too.
Good old guilt trip --
works every time.
You're telling me?
I'm a mother.
Jesse, tell me
you got something.
The drop is happening
at the Cape Florida lighthouse.
Drive fast.
It's going down in five.
Only 10% of a 60-watt bulb's energy
is dispersed as light.
The rest is heat.
Fill one with a flammable liquid,
and it only takes a couple of minutes
for the bulb's warm glow
to turn into burning shrapnel.
Jacob!
Jacob!
What? What is it?
Please,
I-I can't take this anymore.
Let's just get this
over with.
What?
No, it's not time yet.
Oh, yes, it is.
I-I said my prayers.
I made my peace.
I'm ready.
Soon. I'm sorry,
but you're my plan "B."
If there's a problem
with Sarah's payoff --
don't make me beg!
Just one --
one last request.
One last drink
for the road?
Now...
Not the head.
Not my head.
I deserve an open casket.
Don't I?
Yes, you do, Charlotte.
Yes, you do.
Aah!
My name is not Charlotte,
bitch!
Jacob!
Hi, honey.
I'm home.
Good. You can help me
take out the trash.
Force, power, and torque are
the measure of any sports car.
But on winding roads,
the key to fast driving
is fast braking.
Four-piston disc brakes
will kill speed
quickly and smoothly...
...Allowing you to keep
your foot on the gas longer.
What is this?
"What is this?"
I guess you'd call this
a barter situation.
Where's the money?
I got something better.
In ingles,
por fa-- please.
Actually, it's better
if you just shut up
and put the gun away,
unless you want to find out
what it's like
to be an only child.
Where are you holding him?
Call your brother.
Ask him.
Charlotte speaking.
Wait.
Where's my brother?!
Oh, you know, Jacob can't
come to the phone right now.
He's kind of screwed at the moment.
You put him on,
you little puta!
Careful, Eddy.
This puta has a bomb underneath
your brother's cojones.
Check out that photo
again.
You see
that fire extinguisher?
It's a highly pressurized
hydrogen gas bomb.
So hand over your guns, or your brother's
gonna be more than a little bowlegged.
You won't do it!
You don't got the guts!
You're just
a scrawny little pendeja!
Thank you, Jacob.
Gah!
Gah!
Come on! Move!
Guns, too.
Give!
You know,
you were right.
The best products
really do sell themselves.
Graci?as.
Now, how do you say
"not good enough"?
Take a look
at the photo again.
Take a look at the watch, Eddy.
The bomb is on a timer.
15 minutes.
At this point,
I would call the cops.
As I was saying,
I don't think you're gonna
make it there on time.
The smart move
is to call the cops.
What do you expect me
to do -- confess?
Either that or get a vacuum cleaner
to pick up your brother.
Either way,
I don't really care.
Christian --
where's he --
he's fine.
I'm taking you to him.
So,
what kind of a timer
is attached to a bomb
with duct tape?
You know, your brother
is kind of an idiot.
Vaya con dios, Jacob.
Ooh!
Look at that hole, Sam.
You really do like me,
don't you?
Well, I wouldn't go that far,
but you're growing on me.
You tell Sarah
what an idiot her husband was?
No,
I think she knows.
Yeah,
they always do.
Thanks
for breaking him.
Yeah, well...
Looks like Los Hermanos Grimm
got what was coming to them.
I was listening
on the police band.
They snapped up Jacob,
grabbed Eddy at the airport.
That 911 call's gonna play great
at their trial.
Well, just goes to show you,
man -- payback is a...
Fiona.
You should see the other guy.
Hey.
Hey.
It's kind of late.
You got a hot date?
No. I'm, uh...
Hitting the gym.
Relax, Jesse.
I know you boys
are robbing the bank tonight.
We try not to talk about
our upcoming felonies. You know.
Some things are
better left unsaid, huh?
Yeah.
Jesse...This might be
one of those things.
Fiona and Michael
love each other,
and they hate
each other.
But it's always...
Each other.
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Why? What -- what --
it's probably nothing.
I just...Saw how upset you were
when Fiona was in trouble.
Well, you know,
Fi's my friend.
I, uh...
Really, I know --
I know she and I aren't, uh...
I just want what's best
for them. That's all.
And I believe you.
You just might want
to work on that poker face.
Bonnie, Clyde.
What's going on?
Nothing. I was
just giving Jesse these.
Fiona took them as a souvenir.
I thought maybe they'd come in handy.
That's really nice
of you, mom.
Jesse, you ready for the fastest
minute of your life?
Let's do this.
Mrs. Westen.
Thank you.
The security of a safety-deposit box
is less about the box
than what's guarding it.
Banks spend all their resources
keeping thieves out of the vault.
Once you get in,
every last dime can be had
for the price of a rota-tip drill bit.
Once you've got what you came for,
the trick is just getting out
before security shows up.
Fan out.
Fan out.
What the...?
There's nobody in here.
Let's see what's behind
door number 64.
Family bible?
That doesn't make any sense.
The people we're looking for
aren't religious.
It's a book code --
a cipher.
Well, what do you think
it decodes?
I don't know.
But answering that question
is our next move.
The life of a spy demands
a kind of cool detachment.
When your job requires you to
keep secrets and break trust,
you learn to keep people
at arm's length.
It's one thing to lie to an asset.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait. What was that?
Wait, wait.
Back of the --
no, at the beginning.
Yeah.
Look at this.
The inscription there --
it says "Simon."
Who's Simon?
Any idea who that is?
It's another to lie to a friend.
I have no idea.
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 ex-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.
Bottom line --
as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
As a spy, you try to work
only with an experienced team.
Going into the field with someone
who doesn't have the proper training
is a recipe for disaster.
There are times, though,
when having a civilian on an operation
is unavoidable.
You want me to help you
rob a bank?
In those situations, you just
have to make your pitch
and hope for the best.
I think I'm gonna need a drink.
Let me clarify. We're not
robbing the whole bank.
We're just going after
one safety-deposit box.
I think that's still
considered bank robbery?
Either you tell me what this is about
or we're done here.
All right. But this cannot
leave this room, mom.
Michael has been helping me
with the investigation
that I was working
before I got fired.
There's someone out there
starting some pretty nasty
little wars.
They're assassinating leaders.
They'll raze an entire village
just to make a buck.
And you're going to stop them
by robbing a bank?
Last month, they tried to steal
this safety-deposit box.
The heist was a bust.
Soon as they put
a new team together,
they're going to try
to hit it again.
And you want me
to steal the box?
No, no.
All we need is your help
to see how the security team
reacts to the alarm.
I can get into
the security offices
to check out their response,
but we need someone in the vault
to trigger the alarm.
And all you have to do, mom,
is the one thing
I have never been able
to get you to stop doing.
What do you say,
Mrs. Westen?
Feel like playing
a little Bonnie and Clyde?
Bonnie and Clyde
got shot.
Look, the worst that's gonna
happen is you'll get a fine.
Come on, Maddy.
Maddy?
That's my partner in crime.
Thank you.
In banks
and other secure facilities,
the biggest threats
are the ones you invite in.
Getting a job
dropping off sandwiches
requires
fewer background checks
than getting a job
guarding millions of dollars,
but it gives you
the same access.
Hey. Over here.
Plus a tip.
Oh, why, thank you.
Thank you, man.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Got an egg salad.
Most commercial facilities link
smoke and security systems.
Trigger one alarm,
and you trigger them all.
Smoke alarms work by detecting
irregularly dispersed light.
Setting one off with a cigarette
requires a little time
and a lot of lung capacity.
It's the vault!
Go check it out!
Wow.
Y'all don't mess around.
That's a whole lot of fuss
over a little nicotine fit, huh?
Lighting up in there
is against state law.
Grandma's getting arrested.
She'll do jail time.
Get what we needed?
Yeah, but, uh...
They're coming down
a little harder on your mom
than we thought.
That doesn't look like
a small fine!
Yeah, I know.
They're taking her downtown.
Look, we better just hope
she doesn't say anything, man.
"Say anything"?! She opened up
a bank account, Jesse!
They have her address!
They have her name,
her social security number!
They can't
take her downtown!
I know, Mike! That's what I'm saying!
Hold on! That's what I'm saying, man!
She's getting arrested?! We got to spring
her before the cops get involved.
That's what we got to do.
You don't --
some getaway drivers
you are.
Mom, how'd you --
that nice man
was so sympathetic.
I told him that I was smoking
to calm my nerves.
That I was very upset
putting those pictures
of my husband in there,
And I just couldn't help myself.
First thing Frank's been
good for in 30 years.
Get in the car.
I'm telling you --
this bank we're hitting
has got more guards
than Buckingham Palace.
There's two here,
three back here and two more over here.
I mean,
even if we get around them,
we're not gonna have
enough time to drill into the vault.
Okay. Yeah.
Did you hear what I just said?
That was bad news.
Cooper, Ross and Associates.
It's a law firm
on the second floor.
Their security --
not quite as good.
All we need to get in --
key card.
Okay, so,
we swipe a key card.
Then...You want to blast our way
into the vault
through
their conference-room floor.
They're lawyers.
They have it coming.
Wow. Someone's looking nice.
Hey, what can I say?
I clean up good.
We're working security for some
business bigwig's dinner party.
Told us to dress up
and blend in.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I didn't see you there.
You're working with Sam, huh?
Yeah.
I thought I'd partner up
with someone who values my opinion.
I'm just here for my Walther.
I've got a trunk full of guns,
and nothing fits in my clutch.
What did you do?
Hurry up, will ya?
He said not to be late.
This coming from a man who spent
half an hour shellacking his hair.
You should be grateful. Most married men
let themselves fall apart.
Charles Finley had a shotgun wedding
for the sake of his cover.
That's Charlotte,
the old ball and chain.
Call me that again, and we'll
have a shotgun divorce.
Let's get this party started.
Don't ask.
I hate these parties.
No matter how many I throw,
I never get used to wearing
a monkey suit, dancing for investors.
Damn it.
Darling,
let me help you with that.
This is Sarah --
my better half.
Pleased to meet you.
Fiona, right?
"Charlotte"
for tonight.
"Charles"...
...For whenever
it's needed.
I'm so grateful you could come
on such short notice.
So, what's got your cummerbund
in a bunch, Mr. Aitkens?
Well, someone is
out to nab Liby.
It's my company's
new lithium ion battery.
She's lighter
and longer-lasting
than any
of my competitor's products.
They'd pass a paperweight
to get their mitts on her.
So you think someone's
trying to steal her --
or it.
Somebody broke into my car
yesterday.
Luckily,
all they got was a laptop
with a few personal e-mails
and some Garth Brooks mp3s.
Could've been worse.
Could've been Creedence.
Any idea who we're looking for?
I believe we are looking
for a man or a woman
who would like
to become filthy rich.
Now, I'll tell you this --
if they're smart,
they'll pose
as an investor here tonight.
If you're so concerned
with the guest list,
why not
call off the soiree?
Tonight's Liby's debut.
I have to show her off
to whet market appetite.
But I can't have either of you
spooking my investors.
Now, I want you to blend in,
keep your eyes peeled.
If you catch the thief,
you know...
Shoot 'em.
Uh, don't give her
any ideas.
I think we should get the lay of
the land before the festivities start.
Well, if there are any break-in
attempts up here, we'll know it.
Christian's got more security
than the batcave.
See anything
out of the ordinary?
Other than a computer
that requires a retina scan
or a toilet
that plays bird songs
while it blow-dries
your unmentionables?
When you're working
a protection detail,
it's all about observation.
You're looking for broken locks,
blocked motion sensors --
the subtle signs that someone's
trying to breach security.
Of course, some security breaches
are a lot more subtle than others.
It's the caterers.
I'll get it.
Sarah!
Get in there. Get down.
What? Wha--
get in the tub.
Hey, what the hell
is going on down there?
We got party crashers
with automatics.
Hey, I got to get down there!
No!
We have to --
Christian, you stay put!
But --
do not come out!
They got an Uzi on full auto
pinning me down.
Fi...They're not
coming up here.
They're coming for you.
This sounds like
a kidnapping, Sam.
And I got no way out.
I' m gonna have to wave
the white flag.
Fi, no.
It's too dangerous.
What are you doing?
Don't let them know
who I am.
But your gun --
aren't you gonna --
look.
If I start shooting now,
we're both gonna wind up dead.
We'll roll with the punches.
Trust me --
when the time is right,
we're gonna punch
right back.
Wait! Where are you
taking Sarah?!
D-does Christian
owe you money?
I said shut up,
bitch!
Please --
w-whatever you need,
my husband,
he can take care of it.
What did you say?
My husband --
he has much money.
Jesus!
Dial Mike.
Yeah, Sam.
How's the party?
There were four guys,
locked and loaded.
I tried to stop them,
but they got the client.
And, Mike...
They got Fiona.
Well, when they stole my laptop,
they got everything they needed --
pictures of Sarah,
details about the party,
our address.
All this time, I thought
it was about business.
So stupid!
Well, it was about business --
just a different kind.
You said these guys
had accents, right?
Got the bullets to match --
9-millimeter black-tipped imis.
All the rage in Mexico City.
Mexico City?
What the hell is he talk--
below the border, express
kidnappings are big business.
Looks like
somebody expanded stateside.
I checked the hospitals.
Nothing.
Still no chatter
on the police band.
My buddy pulled traffic cams,
but he got zilch.
These guys are ghosts,
Mike.
Yeah, we got a webcam call
from your wife's account.
Looks like
they're ready to talk.
Gentlemen...
I believe I have something
you are looking for.
Sarah?
Oh, my God!
Let him
do the talking.
Well, well.
I see a new face.
Who invited you?
You can call me Vikner.
I'll be negotiating the release
of Mrs. Aitkens and Mrs. Finley.
You know the drill.
I need to hear from the women.
It's a good sign
if kidnappers wear masks
and shy away from cameras.
By protecting their anonymity,
they protect their hostages.
If a kidnapper lets you see his face,
he's probably not planning on letting
you live to testify against him.
Christian...
Baby, they want $10 million
for each of us.
Please, just pay them the money,
and they'll let us live.
I love you -- aah!
Thank you, Sarah.
That was wonderful.
The best products
always sell themselves.
$20 million
is quite a price tag.
We'll need some time
to get it together.
Do you think
I didn't do my homework?
Mr. Aitkens is worth
twice that -- liquid.
A man in your line of work needs
unmarked, nonconsecutive bills.
Can't exactly scoop that from under
the couch cushions, can we?
You have 24 hours. Not a second more.
Are we understood?
We'll get you the cash,
but we won't pay for damaged goods.
Do not...Hurt them.
You just don't be late.
Tardiness makes
my trigger finger...
Itchy.
I can probably get a trace
on their I.P.
Forget that! I'll pay!
I can get the money!
Money won't save them.
They want $10 million
for each of us.
You know, Fi's not the type
to get all teary-eyed
over a gun to her head.
She's sending us
a message.
Please, just pay them the money,
and they'll let us live.
One long blink, one short,
then three more long.
She's blinking "no"
in morse code.
If we pay the ransom,
the girls are dead.
The floor!
Come on!
I apologize
for my kid brother.
Eddy's a good guy.
He's just a bit of a hothead.
Please...
Just don't hurt us.
I wouldn't dream of it.
As soon as we get our payday,
I let you go.
Honest.
Now, ladies, sit tight.
Don't cause any trouble.
Everything will go smoothly.
Make sure our guests
are cared for. Hmm?
Whoa.
Wait, wait, wait.
You're not gonna leave us here
with him?
What's the matter?
You don't like your chaperon?
H-he's been eyeing us
n-nonstop.
Is this true?
No. No.
He wasn't.
I don't want
to cause trouble.
Jesus, Sarah.
I saw the way
you were looking back at him.
You think you can flirt your way
out of this?
He's not
your goddamn tennis coach!
Kidnappers see hostages
as commodities.
Like a good stockbroker,
they'll protect their investment
until it's time to cash in.
If they see a risk,
they'll hedge against it.
Now, be good girls.
No more fuss.
Okay?
High-maintenance women are
more trouble than they're worth.
I'm sorry.
I needed to buy some privacy.
Can I borrow that?
My earring?
Your jewel-encrusted
lock pick.
They're right outside the door.
They're not gonna --
relax. This should
only take a second.
What are you doing?
We're gonna get
out of here.
But what about the FBI?
Now, they could...
Get your wife killed
very quickly.
We're up against pros here,
Christian.
They get one whiff of
police involvement, it's over.
We need some guns.
Take Fi's car.
Her trunk is an armory.
I should come with you.
More boots on the ground...
The noisier
we'll be stomping.
200 of Christian's
closest friends
are gonna be calling about
why his party was canceled.
You need to keep them
from getting too curious.
I'm on damage control?
We're controlling a lot more
than damage to his reputation, Jesse.
If the press get ahold of this,
Fiona's dead.
I'm counting on you.
Ready to ride?
Where are you going?
You promised you'd tell me all about
our bank heist over breakfast.
What's the matter?
You don't like doughnuts?
Mom,
Fi's been kidnapped.
Kidnapped?
What the hell are you talk--
we were doing a security job,
and the client's wife was taken.
Fi went with her.
The client's upstairs
with Jesse.
They're working on keeping this quiet
while we track down the girls.
Well, I'll wait with them.
There must be something I can do.
Mom, we got this covered.
You should go home now.
I'll go home
when Fiona does.
You go find your girlfriend.
Creating an explosive device
in the field
requires a strong knowledge
of chemistry
and the ability to improvise
with whatever equipment
happens to be lying around.
Can you hold that?
An old fire extinguisher makes
an ideal compression chamber.
Add some metal shavings and
the right cleaning supplies,
and you can serve up a bomb
that will blast through
a cinder-block wall.
Why is it
you can never find
a good sodium hydroxide
solution when you need one?
I need to get
to the bathroom.
They said
if we don't make trouble --
Sarah, we're already in trouble.
We saw their faces.
The moment they get their money,
they're gonna kill us.
Christian won't let that happen.
He'll save me.
He'll --
sometimes you have to be
your own white knight.
Trust me.
What do you
want me to do?
Give me that.
I need you
to work with me.
And we will
get out of this alive.
What are you doing?!
Getting a hall pass
to the bathroom.
The guard has cellphones.
I need to get to his bag.
Could you, uh --
ooh -- give me a hand?
Wha--
just go with it!
Get this lunatic off me!
Don't you pull my hair,
you bitch!
Ladies! What's going on here?!
You're the bitch!
Charles will pay
a hundred times for me
what Christian would pay
for you -- just you wait.
What did I say?
Look at you.
Madre de dios.
Look at that cut.
The negotiators
will not pay for this.
Get her cleaned up.
Get your filthy hands
off me, you fat --
aah!
Ow!
You're a thug!
Almost took my arm off!
You can't buy grace,
can you?
Unlike
that nose of yours.
Kill you!
Ohh!
No!
I'm going to kill you!
If you don't stop fighting
and behave yourself!
You're a bloody mess.
Go.
So, Jesse said the kidnapper's
I.P. came from this address.
Either they really like lattes
or they're boosting the signal.
Fi could be
anywhere within a mile.
That's a lot of summer homes
to check out.
Hello?
Michael, it's me.
Fi!
Hey! She got a phone!
That's the woman
I married.
Get my message?
Yeah, loud and blinky.
But don't worry --
we kept Christian
from backing up the money truck.
Well, there are
two brothers in charge.
They're playing nice
right now.
The second
they get their money,
the gloves are coming off.
Any idea where you are?
No. But it's about to have
one less wall.
We still have 20 hours.
It's one of you
against four of them.
Don't feel bad for them,
Michael.
Wait. What about Charlotte?
Isn't she coming with us?
Hang on.
I'm afraid Charlotte
is not as fortunate as you.
Your husband
was the only one who paid.
No!
Michael, Christian made a deal
for Sarah.
No, no, no.
Jesse's with him. He couldn't --
I don't know how it happened,
but it happened.
You know that --
that 20 hours we had?
It's more like one.
Come on.
Fi?
Fi!
Fi!
Well, I don't see anything
but summer homes and drop-tops.
Not a white panel van
or a creepy safe house in sight.
Call Jesse.
Damn it!
Pick up!
You've got him spinning
public relations, keeping this quiet.
Maybe he's tying up
the lines.
He should have been
tying up Christian,
not buying Fi and Sarah
a death sentence.
Okay, Mike,
just don't kill Jesse.
We need him right now.
Fi's got to be
around here somewhere.
Mike, how's it going?
Finally! What the hell
are you doing?!
What are you talking about?
Christian cut a deal
with the kidnappers.
You think maybe you should have
told me about that?
Wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where's all this coming from?
Fi got a call out.
Sounds like we got about an hour
before they dangle Sarah
for the cash
and put a bullet in both of them.
No, no, no. No. No, no.
He's been on the phone
the whole time.
He -- he stepped out
on the balc--
he stepped out on the balcony
to get some air. Damn it!
You can beat yourself up
about it later. I'll help.
Right now, you need to find out
where the drop is.
And if Christian
pays these guys, Fi's dead!
Mike, I'm gonna
make this right.
Where's Sarah?
After your little catfight,
I thought it best
to...
Give you some space.
You didn't kill her,
did you?
Where would you get
such a crazy notion like that?
Mrs. Sarah is gonna be worth
very much very soon.
What do you mean?
H-her husband paid...
Didn't he?
Perhaps
you chose the wrong man.
Could you do something
about this heat?
I feel like...I'm gonna die.
Oh, we wouldn't
want that.
I'll take care
of the air-conditioning.
Fi.
Are you all right?
Never been better.
How's Sarah?
I don't know.
They separated us.
I think they're getting ready
to move her.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
My exit strategy's almost ready.
But then I'm working
on a different way
to get into her room.
No, no, no.
I want to be there before
anything starts to blow up.
Oh. How gallant.
Hey, guys,
maybe you can argue later.
Right now, Fi, just give us
a description of the house --
something we can
go off of here.
Well, I can do better than that.
I'm sending you a smoke signal.
Don't call me.
I'll call you.
A good smoke signal
requires dense, visible clouds
of smoke or vapor.
You can't just light whatever's handy
on fire and hope for the best.
Rubber burns with a thick,
black smoke -- that's perfect.
Put a burning pile of it
in an air-conditioning duct,
and the house's ventilation
system will carry it out
where it can be seen
from a distance.
You need to call him back right now
and call it off, Christian.
No, it's like
I'm saying to you --
I can't call it off.
They said
the deal was final!
If I back out now,
they'll kill her!
I can't tell you anything!
Calm down. I want you to think back.
Okay?
What'd you do the last time
your wife was kidnapped?
I've never been
in this situation.
Yeah. Yeah. I know that.
We have.
You hired professional security consultants.
Do you understand that?
Tell me where the hand-off is happening
so we can do our job!
Oh, you know, you're pretty
clever with words, Mr. Porter.
Now, you can make me feel
like a rube,
but it doesn't change
what I think,
which is that I'm dealing
with businessmen.
Now, which of us has
more experience in that arena?
You're missing the point here.
Look, look, I feel bad.
All right?
And if it's any help,
I'll loan you the $10 million
for Miss Glenanne's ransom.
You know what?
Save it.
You can name a hospital
after your wife when she's dead.
Don't you dare talk --
what's it gonna take
for you to get it?!
You saw Fiona's message.
You're gonna get her killed.
She blinked!
I am not risking Sarah's life
on a damn eye spasm!
She was sending us
a message!
No! No!
Jesse?
Jesse!
Jesse...
You're upset about Fi,
and it's showing.
Now, how do you expect this guy
to give you a level-headed decision
when you're about to
tear his arms off?
All right. I'm gonna --
I'm gonna go get some air.
I mean,
what did he expect?
I couldn't
just do nothing.
They have
the woman I love.
He doesn't get it.
I think he understands
exactly how you feel.
So, Mike, you can tell me
to shut up if you want,
but what's going on
with you and Fi these days?
I disappointed her.
The way I got Jesse burned.
The way I'm using him.
She thinks I'm a little too obsessed
with finding out who freed Simon.
She might be right.
Mike.
Where there's smoke...
There's Fi.
Jacob?!
Water!
Please don't leave me here!
Shut up, all right?!
I'm coming!
There's your water.
Happy?
Alcohol was used as
an energy source and a weapon
long before anyone had any idea
what gunpowder was.
It doesn't contain enough energy
to qualify as a top-grade explosive,
but in most situations,
it's a lot easier
to find a bottle of vodka
than a brick of C-4.
Thank you.
Good. Let's go.
Well, you know,
I was hoping for something
just a little bit stronger.
This isn't cocktail hour,
honey.
I'm starting to think
you don't understand
the seriousness
of your situation.
I think I do.
Charles...
Isn't gonna pay.
Is he?
You know something?
You and I
a-aren't that different.
How's that?
Well...
We both know what we want...
And we take it.
The only difference is,
is...
You use a gun,
and I have...
Other charms.
Playing the role
of Mrs. Charles Finley.
You want to know
a secret?
I never did love him.
So you married him
for his money?
Well...
It wasn't for what was happening
between the sheets.
And now...
When I need his money
the most, it's...
...It's not there.
Once Sarah's husband
pays for her,
you're not gonna let me go,
are you?
Now...
How about...
...You give a girl
one last drink,
let her say goodbye
to her best friend?
I'll give you your drink.
But your friend Sarah...
Is already on her way...
Home.
Well, then...
...Here's to homecoming.
Won't you let me
keep the bottle?
God.
You decorated for me.
Sorry, but...
...It's easier this way.
How much longer
do I have?
Who knows?
Maybe Eddy gets caught up
in airport traffic...
Or maybe your husband calls
after all.
But if he doesn't...
It won't be too long.
Well, at least
you're finally being honest.
One more favor.
Some gum?
That cheap vodka
tastes like lighter fluid.
I think I would have liked
to know you...
...In a different life.
You mean the next one?
We're both going to hell.
Handcuffs can be
a hostage's best friend.
The same steel that locks you up
can set you free.
Use the cuffs for leverage
and apply enough pressure,
and you can break the weakest piece
of whatever you're chained to.
But it might not be
the only thing you break.
Perfect timing, Fi.
The cavalry has arrived,
darlin'.
Tell us where you are.
We're coming into the house.
No.
They're headed to the airport.
They took Sarah.
It sounded like they were
going to Miami international.
That's not enough to go on.
I'm not leaving you --
no. Y-you can't come in here
guns blazing.
One call from Jacob,
and his idiot brother
will kill Sarah
before they even make the drop.
So you're gonna stay in there and play
chicken with this guy?
But Jacob and his fat friend
don't know we're playing.
I'll figure out where the hand-off's
gonna happen, and I'll let you know.
Fine.
I'm going after Sarah.
But I'm leaving Sam here
as backup.
You be careful in there,
missy.
Chuck Finley is too young
to be a widower.
Yeah, well,
don't worry about me.
I am not
your average trophy wife.
If you don't tell us
where the hand-off is --
I've talked all the sense I can
to you people.
I even offered to pay
Miss Glenanne's ransom.
If you'd have listened to me,
your friend would be on her way
to safety by now.
No, no, listen, the only reason Fiona's
not home safe right now
is because she chose to go
with the kidnappers --
to get us some leverage
to save your wife.
And that doesn't sound
insane to you?
Ain't no leverage
as good as $10 million.
I'm paying!
That's final!
The second they get the money,
your wife is dead.
You're not going anywhere
until you tell me
where they're taking Sarah.
Get out of my way.
Michael still can make it
in time to save your wife.
They'll kill her
if I don't pay!
I can't --
I have to --
I can't just sit here
and do nothing!
I get it.
I get it.
You're covering your ass.
This is just another business
decision for you. Right?
You don't know what's gonna
happen. None of us do.
But this way, you pay the ransom,
you got your story for the funeral.
"Did everything I could."
Even though
it's a damn lie.
You son of a bitch!
That's my wife
you're talking about!
That's right.
That's right.
That's your wife
you're giving up on.
Okay.
The lighthouse at Cape Florida.
My C.F.O.'S meeting him there
with the money.
Call him off.
You could
save his life, too.
Good old guilt trip --
works every time.
You're telling me?
I'm a mother.
Jesse, tell me
you got something.
The drop is happening
at the Cape Florida lighthouse.
Drive fast.
It's going down in five.
Only 10% of a 60-watt bulb's energy
is dispersed as light.
The rest is heat.
Fill one with a flammable liquid,
and it only takes a couple of minutes
for the bulb's warm glow
to turn into burning shrapnel.
Jacob!
Jacob!
What? What is it?
Please,
I-I can't take this anymore.
Let's just get this
over with.
What?
No, it's not time yet.
Oh, yes, it is.
I-I said my prayers.
I made my peace.
I'm ready.
Soon. I'm sorry,
but you're my plan "B."
If there's a problem
with Sarah's payoff --
don't make me beg!
Just one --
one last request.
One last drink
for the road?
Now...
Not the head.
Not my head.
I deserve an open casket.
Don't I?
Yes, you do, Charlotte.
Yes, you do.
Aah!
My name is not Charlotte,
bitch!
Jacob!
Hi, honey.
I'm home.
Good. You can help me
take out the trash.
Force, power, and torque are
the measure of any sports car.
But on winding roads,
the key to fast driving
is fast braking.
Four-piston disc brakes
will kill speed
quickly and smoothly...
...Allowing you to keep
your foot on the gas longer.
What is this?
"What is this?"
I guess you'd call this
a barter situation.
Where's the money?
I got something better.
In ingles,
por fa-- please.
Actually, it's better
if you just shut up
and put the gun away,
unless you want to find out
what it's like
to be an only child.
Where are you holding him?
Call your brother.
Ask him.
Charlotte speaking.
Wait.
Where's my brother?!
Oh, you know, Jacob can't
come to the phone right now.
He's kind of screwed at the moment.
You put him on,
you little puta!
Careful, Eddy.
This puta has a bomb underneath
your brother's cojones.
Check out that photo
again.
You see
that fire extinguisher?
It's a highly pressurized
hydrogen gas bomb.
So hand over your guns, or your brother's
gonna be more than a little bowlegged.
You won't do it!
You don't got the guts!
You're just
a scrawny little pendeja!
Thank you, Jacob.
Gah!
Gah!
Come on! Move!
Guns, too.
Give!
You know,
you were right.
The best products
really do sell themselves.
Graci?as.
Now, how do you say
"not good enough"?
Take a look
at the photo again.
Take a look at the watch, Eddy.
The bomb is on a timer.
15 minutes.
At this point,
I would call the cops.
As I was saying,
I don't think you're gonna
make it there on time.
The smart move
is to call the cops.
What do you expect me
to do -- confess?
Either that or get a vacuum cleaner
to pick up your brother.
Either way,
I don't really care.
Christian --
where's he --
he's fine.
I'm taking you to him.
So,
what kind of a timer
is attached to a bomb
with duct tape?
You know, your brother
is kind of an idiot.
Vaya con dios, Jacob.
Ooh!
Look at that hole, Sam.
You really do like me,
don't you?
Well, I wouldn't go that far,
but you're growing on me.
You tell Sarah
what an idiot her husband was?
No,
I think she knows.
Yeah,
they always do.
Thanks
for breaking him.
Yeah, well...
Looks like Los Hermanos Grimm
got what was coming to them.
I was listening
on the police band.
They snapped up Jacob,
grabbed Eddy at the airport.
That 911 call's gonna play great
at their trial.
Well, just goes to show you,
man -- payback is a...
Fiona.
You should see the other guy.
Hey.
Hey.
It's kind of late.
You got a hot date?
No. I'm, uh...
Hitting the gym.
Relax, Jesse.
I know you boys
are robbing the bank tonight.
We try not to talk about
our upcoming felonies. You know.
Some things are
better left unsaid, huh?
Yeah.
Jesse...This might be
one of those things.
Fiona and Michael
love each other,
and they hate
each other.
But it's always...
Each other.
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Why? What -- what --
it's probably nothing.
I just...Saw how upset you were
when Fiona was in trouble.
Well, you know,
Fi's my friend.
I, uh...
Really, I know --
I know she and I aren't, uh...
I just want what's best
for them. That's all.
And I believe you.
You just might want
to work on that poker face.
Bonnie, Clyde.
What's going on?
Nothing. I was
just giving Jesse these.
Fiona took them as a souvenir.
I thought maybe they'd come in handy.
That's really nice
of you, mom.
Jesse, you ready for the fastest
minute of your life?
Let's do this.
Mrs. Westen.
Thank you.
The security of a safety-deposit box
is less about the box
than what's guarding it.
Banks spend all their resources
keeping thieves out of the vault.
Once you get in,
every last dime can be had
for the price of a rota-tip drill bit.
Once you've got what you came for,
the trick is just getting out
before security shows up.
Fan out.
Fan out.
What the...?
There's nobody in here.
Let's see what's behind
door number 64.
Family bible?
That doesn't make any sense.
The people we're looking for
aren't religious.
It's a book code --
a cipher.
Well, what do you think
it decodes?
I don't know.
But answering that question
is our next move.
The life of a spy demands
a kind of cool detachment.
When your job requires you to
keep secrets and break trust,
you learn to keep people
at arm's length.
It's one thing to lie to an asset.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait. What was that?
Wait, wait.
Back of the --
no, at the beginning.
Yeah.
Look at this.
The inscription there --
it says "Simon."
Who's Simon?
Any idea who that is?
It's another to lie to a friend.
I have no idea.