Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 1 - Company Man - full transcript
Now employed as a CIA asset, Michael travels to Caracas with Sam and Fi to find the man who burned him.
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 F.B. I...
You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.
- Family too...
- Hey, is that your mom again?
- If you're desperate.
- Someone needs your help, Michael.
Bottom line: A s long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
In the world of intelligence...
taking down an entire covert network
is the ultimate challenge.
It's not something you can do alone.
- You.
- Welcome back.
You need the resources of
an entire intelligence agency behind you.
You need solid intelligence
that can point you in the right direction.
That list is the key
to destroying the people who burned me.
But that's just a starting point.
You're not after an individual person.
You're after dozens of people...
all of them hiding...
all of them with resources and skills...
all of them fighting you
by any means necessary.
It's a gigantic jigsaw puzzle
of information...
that requires months
of research and analysis...
where one target leads to the next.
A courier picked up
off the suburban street...
leads to a spy hiding out
as a diplomat in a foreign embassy...
leads to a hardened group of armed
assassins in another place entirely.
Sometimes it's a surgical operation
done with discreet teams...
that no one ever hears about.
Other times, it's all-out war.
But one thing is always the same:
With each piece of the puzzle, you find
you understand your enemy more clearly.
You penetrate the secrecy that shields
the people behind the scenes...
working your way
to the top of the network...
to the people pulling the strings.
You keep fighting...
trying to put that last piece
of the puzzle in place...
trying to find that last person...
who will give you the answers
you're looking for.
Glad you made it. I was beginning to wish
I'd brought a magazine.
There was a guard change
at the front entrance.
Isn't knowing that supposed to be
your job as senior field officer?
Handling that kind of your job
as operative extraordinaire?
Oh, but that's not my title.
Until my burn notice is
officially lifted...
I'm just a "civilian intelligence asset."
Just saying,
the way the boss talks about you...
I'd think handling
a few government security guards...
would be a piece of cake.
I think he's got a crush on you.
I can hear you guys, you know.
Your mikes are live.
Just busting your chops, boss.
I'm here with your favorite toy.
I get jealous sometimes.
We're supposed to be wheels up
at the airport in an hour.
- Stop screwing around and get in there.
- Roger that.
He sounds grumpy.
You'd be grumpy too
if you had a beard that looked that bad.
You want to do the honors, superstar?
R.F.I.D. Security...
is easy to get around with a device
known in the trade as a "gecko."
Complicated electronics,
but a simple principle...
any key can be copied, even a digital one.
Hey, I'll be out of here in a sec.
Just finishing up a software update.
You know, nowadays,
those updates are done remotely.
You don't have to hard line
into the mainframe.
Unless, of course, you're
trying to steal data.
Game's over, Hector.
You're coming with us.
- Listen, this is some sort of mistake.
- Come on, Hector.
We can do this the easy way
or the way that involves an ambulance.
- My name is Tim, all right? Not Hector.
- Tim Sayers?
No. That's the name on the I.T. Badge
you stole. You're Hector O.
I guess after you bombed
the embassy in Albania...
you lost the glasses
and bleached your hair.
- It's workin' for him. I like it.
- Yeah. Me too.
Guys, seriously, some sort of mistake.
I'll prove it to you.
I got my license right here.
They never choose the easy way.
Hello, Security?
Yes, there's a man down on the ninth floor.
He's hurt, and I think he's unconscious.
Let's move, fellas. We'll meet you
at the northwest service exit.
We got to hustle
before a real ambulance shows up.
Let's move!
Here's a plane ticket and a one-off I.D.
You head home at 2200 hours.
Really good to have you back.
No, I want in on this. You know as well as I
do this isn't just another interrogation.
Slow down. Let us question him.
He could know where the operations chief is.
And if he does...
Hey! We'll keep you in the loop.
Make sure you do.
- I've waited a long time for this.
- I know, Michael.
- You want answers.
- No, Raines.
I need answers.
One of the most dangerous times
for a spy is right after a job.
Your guard is down, which makes it
a good time for an attack by your enemies.
Or, in some cases...
your friends.
Fiona. Uh, Fiona? Fiona?
Don't you think we'd be
more comfortable on the bed?
What makes you think that I care...
If you're comfortable?
How was the job?
- Job was good.
- I missed you.
Yeah, I got that. I think you broke a rib.
So where were you this time?
Fi...
Right. Right, right, right.
You can't say.
Secret spy stuff.
Don't you find it somewhat ironic...
that for years we've been dealing
with this little... conspiracy?
I think a memo called it an
"unauthorized quasi-governmental agency."
My point is...
we fought the people who burned you
for a long time, Michael.
Now they're on the run...
the C.I.A. Hunting the bastards down...
and we're just out.
I wish I could tell you, Fi. I really do.
It's been six months now.
Mysterious trips around the world with Max.
It just doesn't seem fair
that he should get to have all the fun.
I mean, he's, what,
your keeper or whatever?
He's my Agency contact.
It had to be someone, Fi.
The C.I.A. Wasn't just gonna
let me go out there alone.
When you got burned...
it wasn't just you.
These last four years...
- have been hard on all of us.
- Yeah.
I know, and I'm really sorry about that.
But we are so close to wrapping this up.
And then I can move on.
I hope you find what you're looking for,
Michael.
I really do.
Then we can all move on.
- Hey, Ma.
- Look who's here!
The world traveler returns. Hi, baby.
Sam called. He said
he had something to show me here.
Yeah, he does.
Sam, Michael's here!
Mom, every time I come over here these
days, you've changed something else.
Yeah, well. I thought,
you're starting a new life...
so I'd make a few changes myself.
- Hey, Mikey!
- Speaking of changes, look at you.
Yeah. Back in my fighting shape.
- And by fighting shape, of course I mean...
- We know, we know.
- The ladies love it.
- What can I say?
You know,
I think I was stress eating before...
so I dropped a few pounds
since you nailed these guys.
Please tell me the cleanup is going well.
Mike, come on. I had security clearance
back in the day too.
It's going well. We're making progress.
Progress is good. Okay, hey.
Come on back. I got a surprise for you.
Okay, Mikey.
Three guesses what it is. Is it...
- Is it my car?
- Ah. Give the man a prize.
Now, the, uh, roof looks kind of
like a tin can mauled by a grizzly bear...
but the power train and the engine are still
ticking, so I think it's salvageable.
- Sam...
- Mikey.
Jesse?
Nothing says "welcome home"
like 4,000 pounds of mangled steel, right?
I wanted to take the tarp off.
Sam wanted to let you do it yourself.
More of a dramatic unveiling.
What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be at CIFA in D. C?
I thought you told him. You didn't tell him?
I thought you told him.
I didn't have time. I just saw him.
I was, but now I'm, um... now I'm not.
I quit.
- You quit?
- I quit. You know what it is?
After everything I went through with
you guys, helping all those people...
I can't do the government thing
anymore, man.
It's too much red tape.
It's harder than you think, going back.
You'll see.
He's got a fancy job
with a private security firm down here.
- Big money.
- The money's all right. It's not bad.
- Actually, helped me get this bad boy out of impound, so...
- Uh, thanks?
Sam said the car had some sentimental
value, said it belonged to your dad.
Um, please tell me that you want the car...
'cause it was actually
a huge pain in my ass to get it here.
This is great.
Things are heating up at work, so don't
expect any more favors. Enjoy this one.
Well, aren't you gonna unwrap it?
- I should take this.
- Is that the Batphone?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, duty calls.
- Hello.
- It's Max.
We need you to get up to D. C., pronto.
D. C? I just got back to Miami yesterday.
Well, hop on a plane, buddy.
Raines decided we need a little help
on this interrogation.
- See you soon.
One of the things
you give up in intelligence...
is control over your own schedule.
It's a little like being
a doctor on call...
only your emergencies
tend to be thousands of miles away.
So what's the problem?
The problem is he's not talking.
Only one of these bastards is left in the wild,
and Hector there still won't give him up.
- Anything new in here?
- No. The name "John Kessler" and a blurry photo.
Hard to believe he managed to assemble so
many operations and stay so off the radar...
but he pulled it off.
- The last one.
- Yeah. We get him, we get everything.
Not the mealy-mouth "I followed orders"
B.S. We got from all the other guys.
Kessler got his hands dirty on every spy
they burned, every op they pulled...
all of it.
But first, we gotta find him.
And to do that, we need
to get our friend Hector there talking.
What do you want me to do?
Just be the same
unstoppable son of a bitch...
I recruited all those years ago.
Do what you have to do.
Listen, buddy. I warned you.
I gave you plenty of chances to talk.
You're leaving us with no other choice...
but to move on to other options...
options that you're not gonna like.
Mm-hmm. What's that supposed to mean?
It means if you're not gonna talk to me...
you get to talk to Michael Westen.
He doesn't get a government paycheck.
He doesn't play by our rules.
Knock yourself out, Michael.
Nobody's watching.
The biggest obstacle
you can face in an interrogation...
is yourself...
when your own feelings, your own anger,
your own desire for revenge...
are all that stand between you
and the information you want.
The stronger your feelings are,
the hotter your hate burns...
the more important it is to set it aside.
Do you know why they sent me in here?
Yeah. Got a pretty good idea.
They dismantled the main camera...
but they usually have
an extra one around here.
Let's have a look.
There we go.
- Now we can have some real privacy.
- So what are you gonna do?
You gonna torture me? It doesn't matter.
I'm not gonna... I'm not...
Calm down, calm down.
I'm not gonna hit you.
- I just want to have a conversation.
- I'm not gonna say anything.
Okay. Then I'll talk.
You know, I've learned a lot about
your organization over the last four years.
And the thing is...
the more I tried to dismantle it,
the more I realized...
it was just people.
Not some abstract thing... just people trying
to get work done in a dangerous world...
and having a few burned spies around
could make that possible.
And the thing is, I get it.
I mean, plenty of us have had that dream...
an operations group that didn't have to
adhere to government bureaucracy...
that could just act without rules,
without red tape.
And you made that happen.
Do I support what it turned into? No.
But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't understand that dream, Hector.
I don't blame you.
Even when you came at me with that knife...
I knew you were
just a guy trying to survive.
But the thing is, these guys,
they don't understand that.
To them, you're just member number 31...
in a criminal conspiracy
they need to dismantle.
It doesn't have to be that way.
But you have to help me.
Tell me where Kessler is.
I can't. You don't understand.
He'll kill my family.
- Not if I get to him first.
- How do you think he's avoided you so long?
He'll see you coming.
He didn't see me coming
when I took down his entire organization.
You want to protect your family,
I'm your best bet.
- You think you can take him?
- Well, let me put it this way...
He was the head of operations.
He planned every project that made my
life hell for the last four years.
I'd like to put those years behind me,
but I have a few questions...
questions only he can answer.
So trust me... I wanna talk to him
more than you can possibly imagine.
Just tell me what you know.
What the hell did you do
to the camera in there?
We've been deaf and blind
out here for an hour.
It's in the trash can. I disabled it.
I don't need to remind you, I went out
on a hell of a limb bringing you back in.
Kessler's in Caracas.
He's got a compound there.
- You want the address?
- What? How...
You said to do what I had to do.
I did what I had to do.
You said he was good.
What else? Did you get details?
Kessler's dug in. We're gonna need a team.
- Oh, and one more thing... I want to bring my people.
- Your people? What people?
You mean that ex-SEAL and your girlfriend?
Yes, the ex-SEAL and my girlfriend.
I can't have people without clearance...
Sam and Fi knew the classified intel
on this op before you did.
They are two more pairs
of boots on the ground in a country...
that's not too friendly
with the C.I.A. Right now.
Max will have his team there.
If you want my help, I want my team.
You know, I forgot what a pain in the ass
you could be, Westen.
Yeah, but I'm worth it.
- ...
Intelligence agencies
choose their foreign command centers...
with a few things in mind.
You want a place that's near main roads,
but not on them.
It's best if the owner is on the payroll...
or is controllable in some other way.
You want power for the computers,
air-conditioning for the meetings...
and a generous late checkout policy
in case an operation goes wrong.
- Guys, welcome to Caracas. How was the flight?
- Which one?
It would have been better
if we hadn't been routed through Turkey.
And Spain. And Costa Rica.
And if they had peanuts.
You know how these jobs are.
They got to bounce you around a bit to throw
the dogs off the scent. Let's get inside.
Okay. So, this is what
our taxpayer dollars get us, huh?
It's low-key,
and it's got a great view of the street.
You got a couple of bolivares, the bed
vibrates. Used to be the honeymoon suite.
Well, in this room,
I'd ask for an annulment.
Well, you don't have to stay in here.
You're staying in room cinco zero cinco.
It's been swept by counterintel, but try to
keep the shop talk down to a minimum.
And don't drink the water. I got two guys
on Jell-O and antibiotics so far.
- W-We're all staying in the same room?
- Yeah.
- Wow. You really know how to show a girl a good time.
- Well, don't blame him.
We don't have the resources
to secure the whole building.
Hey, have a little something
from the minibar on Uncle Sam...
- as my way of saying "I'm sorry."
- Apology accepted.
You two get settled in. Mike and I,
we're gonna go over the details.
Well, wait. We don't...
We don't need to go over details too?
Uh, Fiona, just give us a minute.
- Is, uh... Is that gonna be a problem?
- It'll be fine.
I'm sorry. I know
they're part of the team.
- Just... Regulations are regulations.
- What are we lookin' at?
Kessler's compound.
Right where Hector said it would be.
- Can we get in?
- Well, we could, but we'd never get out.
The alarm's wired directly
to the central police station.
We raid the place,
there's gonna be a huge firefight.
We'd never extract our team
before the Venezuelans arrived.
- Hit him on the road.
- Unfortunately, Kessler doesn't travel that much.
And when he does, he sticks to places
with as much security as he has at home.
He drives an armored S.U.V. Too.
There's no way I can get an okay to hit it
with anything big enough to make a dent.
So that leaves us with what?
Well, you, my friend.
Meet Commandante Armando Puente.
He runs a military checkpoint
that Kessler travels through regularly.
He was trained in Cuba
by the Soviets during the late '80s.
Since your Russian's better than mine...
I'm gonna make a new comrade.
Technically, "Vastly Andropov"
gets to make a new comrade...
and then convince that comrade to look
the other way when our team goes in.
Study up, Vastly.
There's a full legend in the file.
This is a surgical strike, Michael.
If anything goes wrong, we're gonna have a
major international incident on our hands.
And if you end up in a Venezuelan prison...
Yeah, yeah. It's gonna be tough to do a prisoner
swap for a spy who's still officially burned.
I get it. I can handle it.
Talk to your team. Get cleaned up.
You scout the checkpoint at 1400 hours.
Oh, sightseeing
is so much more fun with a machete...
and scouting a military checkpoint.
Maybe your C.I.A. Buddies could throw in
a hotel and some flight upgrades?
- I could get used to a vacation like that.
- I'm glad you're enjoying it.
That makes one of us.
How long is this gonna take, Mikey?
I got a half a bottle of tequila
waiting for me back at the hotel.
What? They said not to drink the water.
Ooh, it looks nasty.
What are you doing here exactly?
Offering a bribe...
to him, in the officer's uniform.
All right. I'm gonna need a little private
time with him. Give me about 10 minutes.
Yeah, I think Chuck Finley and his wife
can handle that.
- What do you think, Darlene?
- Actually, you're Tara and Greg Winter.
Max already backstopped you with
passports, licenses, baggage claim stubs.
Yeah, yeah. Everything except
the monogrammed socks. Great.
The Winters are gonna have
some car trouble at the checkpoint.
- Okay, so you need us to rig a car.
- Max already did that.
Oh, I see. So it's probably one of
these fancy-shmancy pre-rigged things.
- Totally state-of-the-art.
- Top secret.
Uh-huh. Completely undetectable.
Yeah, I could have done that
with some olive oil on the engine block.
I guess that's the world
of the big leagues.
Okay, come on. Let's get this done.
When you're working
under a cover I.D. Overseas...
it's all about the little things.
The farther you are from home,
the higher the stakes.
That's why you study.
You have to know every visa on your
passport, every detail on every document...
the entire history of the person
you're claiming to be.
It's true whether you're
pretending to be...
a Russian spy
on a foreign recruitment mission...
or a clueless American tourist
with a bad rental car.
Well, I certainly didn't
rent the damn thing!
Well, what do you want me to say?
I'm sorry?
We're here in Venezuela. It's not like
there's a lot of choice of rental cars here.
- Se?or.
- Huh? Yes, sir.
Se?or, por favor, se tiene que mover.
I would love to, okay?
Yo quiero vroom-vroom.
But as you can see,
the car is en fuego. It's on fire.
A m? no me importa cu?l es el problema.
I hope that means you're gonna
get a mechanic, 'cause otherwise...
Here we go. I'm gonna fix it...
'cause you certainly don't know
what you're doing.
- Let me do it.
- Oh, boy. Yeah, you really nailed it there.
- Se?ora, por favor.
Give us a break, please. A little help.
- Help us!
- Por favor.
- It's kaput. We need help.
- Mu?velos.
Juan. Pepe.
When you're recruiting
an asset from a hostile country...
you pose as a citizen
of one of your target's allies.
Someone who would never help
the United States, for example...
might be perfectly happy
to help a Russian.
Engl... English.
Fine.
- Now, why are you here?
- For this man.
Se?or Kessler. He drives through here,
always with armed guards.
He is... American.
What do you want with him?
This man has committed many crimes
in my country... terrible crimes.
Se?or Kessler is well-connected.
He has friends in government.
He has money.
That is why I come to you, comrade.
Other men get rich off this criminal...
but you... you serve this country.
This man is very dangerous.
You would be doing a great service
to your country and to my country.
All you have to do
is bring him here alone...
and my team will take care of the rest.
Think about it, comrade.
I will be at this address this afternoon.
I hope to see you soon.
I will make it worth your while.
It's always a tense time...
right after you've made a pitch
to recruit an asset on foreign soil.
If they accept, you're in business.
If they decline, you're in jail.
Which is why it's a good idea
to have backup.
Don't worry. He's only a few minutes late.
He'll be here.
Well, when he does get here,
quit talking in my ear.
- If he hears you, I'm dead.
- He's not gonna hear anything.
That radio's so far down your ear canal,
it's tickling your brain.
Okay, Michael.
Puente's here. Look Russian.
Komandir, you came.
I was beginning to worry.
- Is there something wrong?
- I spoke to a friend at F.S.B.
He said he has never
heard of your operation.
- Who are you?
- You pull a gun on me.
Abort, abort! Get the
extraction team ready.
Alpha team getting into position.
What, are you kidding?
Mike is never gonna let you just pull him.
- Let him sell it.
- What are you talking about?
He can handle himself.
Just give him what he needs.
Alpha team, stand by.
Find Puente's F.S.B. Contact. Now!
I will not ask you again. Who are you?
I told you, I am Vastly Andropov.
My friend said
there is no such person at F.S.B.!
- Calm down. Calm down.
- I will calm down!
When you tell me who you are.
Then I am calling security forces,
and you can explain yourself to them.
There are three F.S.B. Operatives
specializing in Venezuela...
Victor Banin, Bogdan Egorov
and Gennady Yohzin.
Magicians and mind readers often use
a technique known as shotgunning...
I spoke with Banin yesterday.
Uh, he told me this might happen.
In which you determine
what your target is thinking...
by throwing a bunch of information at them
and reading their reactions.
I don't know Viktor Banin.
It's effective for spies as well...
but it's considerably harder to do
with a gun pointed at you.
Of course you don't know Banin.
I spoke with Gennady.
Eh, it is their job to shoot
your good friend Bogdan...
if this mission goes wrong.
All teams stand by.
- How do you know Bogdan?
- I am an F.S.B. Agent.
I don't come to this mission without knowing
who you are and who your friends are.
Tell me this...
Why has not Bogdan heard of this operation?
Bogdan is an F.S.B. Analyst
in St. Petersburg.
- He's a computer nerd.
- Uh, tech specialist in Latin-American studies.
Here we go... disciplined for alcohol abuse.
The guy's a booze hound.
- He's an alcoholic, Mike.
- What can I say?
Maybe he was too drunk
or too busy playing with his computers...
to notice the memo on his desk.
I am sure that when he is executed
for ruining this operation...
he will wish he was a
little more attentive.
You have a decision to make, Komandir.
You can shoot me, but then you will explain
yourself to the F.S.B. And to the police.
You can leave,
and I will find someone else.
Or you can help me with the American...
you collect your fee...
and you keep your mouth shut.
Come on, Mike.
If I find you are lying...
I will not hesitate to shoot you.
I would expect nothing less from a soldier.
Let us drink.
Na zdorovie.
All right, everybody. I'm gonna
review this one time, so pay attention.
Michael and I will be
in the command van here.
Kessler will approach the checkpoint,
moving southbound.
When he gets to the checkpoint,
we have an asset in place...
who will separate him from his security.
Michael, you want to go over those details?
I've arranged with the commander of the checkpoint
to take Kessler into the outbuilding...
to view his documents
while keeping his soldiers outside.
At this point, the extraction team will enter
from the east, using the forest as cover.
Remember: You're supposed to be
a Russian team, so speak Russian.
Or keep your mouths shut.
From there, he goes to the transpo team...
which puts him in a box
and gets him on a plane.
Documents has already created
the paperwork. Are we clear?
All right. Remember, this guy Kessler,
he ran his own covert ops for a long time.
He did it well. He's not gonna be
a pushover, so be ready for anything.
Okay. Let's move out.
Hey, Mike, can we
talk to you for a second?
- Sam, I don't have time.
- Well, I suggest you make time.
Max put Sam and me
on bag-watching duty at the airport.
- What's next, coffee detail?
- Fi...
She's got a point, Mike.
You say we're part of the team, but we're
definitely not part of the action.
You have been part of it,
which is why you have to hang back now.
Puente thinks you're American tourists
with a bad rental car.
If he sees your faces again,
he'll know we set him up.
Look, we can stay out of sight
and still be ready to back you up.
Sam, you know
this is the way they do things.
Different teams have different jobs,
for operational security.
Operational security?
What happened to the way we do things?
- It's their show, Fi.
- It's our show too, brother.
We should be able to see this through.
I mean, right is right.
All right. Michael, let's go.
Bravo team's already moving out.
I gotta go. I'm sorry.
I'll see you back in Miami.
The challenge of
a good, large-scale field operation...
is to keep all parts coordinated while
keeping them as separate as possible.
- Field units are separate
from transportation units...
With the command unit separate from both.
When things go right,
they all work together as one big team.
- Okay, we've got the target moving.
- Roger.
It's all you, buddy.
Extraction team, stand by.
Mr. Kessler, I need you
to come inside for a second.
- Is there a problem?
- There's no problem.
Just some documents to sign.
Please, come inside.
Okay, everybody ready?
The problem with remote command centers...
is what happens when things go wrong.
- What's going on, Max?
- What the hell is happening?
Anyone stuck in the command center
is too far away to do anything about it.
Damn it!
My radio's not working. We got no contact.
Kessler knew we were here.
We're blind.
- Fi, not a good time.
- Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
- Wait. Where are you?
- Red team, come in.
We're about 50 yards from the checkpoint.
Fi, you were supposed to
be at the airport.
We decided to stick around
and watch the experts do their thing.
- What's happening out there?
- I'm not sure.
It looks like Kessler picked up
on your radio frequencies and jammed them.
They must have had
some kind of scanner in the car.
- How many down?
- The smoke is still clearing, but it's bad.
He's moving. He's heading
back to the compound.
- I hope you have a plan B.
- I'm working on it, Fi.
Kessler's men took out the team
before they could move in.
- Sam and Fi are helping with survivors.
- Sam and Fi?
- Sam and Fi aren't supposed to be...
- They're helping with survivors!
Kessler's on his way to the compound. We
got less than 20 minutes to salvage this.
- How the hell are we gonna salvage...
- Just get in the van!
There he goes. This is our last chance.
Uh, what's going on here?
Do we have a plan?
A plan? No. I got some tactical goals
and a rough approach.
A rough approach?
Oh, well, that's terrific.
Thank God we got that, because we don't
have backup, video feeds or working comms.
Welcome to my world.
- You're sure you want to do this?
- I am not letting this go.
This is our chance to get Kessler
before we're swamped with security forces.
You want out, I'll slow down,
but I am not stopping.
- Floor it!
- Hang on!
- Is this seriously how you do things?
- When I have to.
- How are you still alive?
- That's a good question.
I eat a lot of yogurt.
I think we're a little outgunned here.
- Grenade.
- Make that "a lot outgunned."
If you cover me, I can flank him
and take him out from the woods.
Or you could just shoot 'em.
That works too.
Let's get inside. We're gonna have every cop
and soldier in Caracas here in a minute.
Keep your head down.
Uh-oh. I think we lost him.
I don't think we lost him.
I think he doubled back.
- Or we're both wrong.
- No! Don't shoot. I want him alive.
- Steel door.
- A safe room?
Somethin' like that. The walls are metal.
All right. Unless you have a thermal lance,
I'm calling this one.
No. I'm not leaving here
with the job undone.
This is not about your personal revenge,
Michael.
We'll get him another time.
How? You don't know anything about him.
He compromised a secure
C.I.A. Communications system.
What do you think you're gonna do,
just grab him at the airport?
- Fi, you guys all right?
- As well as could be expected.
The team is pulling out
with their wounded now.
I need you to buy us a little time.
Slow the cops down.
You know the choke point
on the road near the bridge?
All traffic going to Kessler's
has got to pass through there.
And you want us to stop them?
Consider it done.
I don't know what you think buying us
a few extra minutes is gonna do.
It would take us hours to get
through that with the right tools...
and we don't have anything.
Kessler's men have grenades.
We do this right, we can make a hole.
Old school. I like that. I got 'em.
The most vulnerable
system in any reinforced structure...
is typically ventilation.
Holes that let in air
can also let in other things...
like the explosive cores
of concussion grenades, for example.
They're a high-quality explosive
and quite effective.
Of course, you have to get them into place
without blowing your hands off.
Hurry it up, Sam. We've got about
30 seconds before la polic?a get here.
Yeah, well, you know what? Next time
Tara and Greg Winter take a vacation...
you get to soak the upholstery in gasoline.
Well, first bullets, now fire.
So long, old girl.
So, you think
the C.I.A.'s insurance plan covers that?
Well, maybe. But I doubt it covers this.
Last chance, Kessler!
As a spy, your job is intelligence.
You might want to back up
away from the wall!
Whether you're
after national security secrets...
or operational information about
the people who destroyed your life...
the job is the same.
We'll go in quick. He'll be stunned.
Anything to get us out of here sooner,
I'm all for. Do it.
There's no greater satisfaction
than that moment...
when you finally get the answers
you're looking for.
Is he alive?
And nothing is harder to take...
than having those answers
forever taken away.
- He's dead.
- I thought you said the blast wasn't enough to...
It wasn't the blast. He shot himself.
Well, I guess he didn't want to be taken alive.
Well, it happens.
We did our best.
That's it?
All this way?
After all these years?
- That's it?
- Hey. Hey.
- That's it?
- Hey, listen! I'm sorry, man.
But if you wanted tidy endings and easy
answers, you picked the wrong job. He's gone.
The police are here.
We gotta find a way out.
Come on. Come on.
A well-trained police force knows...
that the first priority
when arriving at a scene...
is to establish a perimeter
and lock down the area.
You let them do that,
and chances are you're not getting out.
I got Kessler's gun and a spare clip. We can
hold them off for a little while, but...
We won't be able to shoot our way out...
at least not that way.
Grab that fan. I got an idea.
That's why it's important to make sure
that they have a higher priority...
like dealing with a more urgent threat.
If you've got enough ammunition
and a good oscillating fan...
you can keep them busy
dealing with your gun...
while you're busy getting away.
Well, we made the papers.
Not exactly the goal of this little
operation, but it's something.
Could be worse, I guess.
Could be a picture of our corpses.
Is my Spanish that bad, or does this say...
"The shootings are believed to be a part of a
kidnapping attempt by a Colombian cartel"?
Yeah. P.R. Guys did a good job.
We got out clean.
Clean? With two team members K. I.A.
And a dead target?
I don't know what to tell you, Michael.
Our job is to do the impossible.
We took Kessler out of the game.
Yeah, with help from a few pinch hitters.
You're never gonna hear it
from the Agency...
because officially
you were never in Caracas...
but... thank you.
It would have been
a lot worse without you.
- Unofficially, you're welcome.
- Anything for the cause.
So this is how it ends...
a body on the ground.
Yeah, but he put a bullet
in his own head and not yours.
Hey, I'll drink to that. Mike, you won.
The people that burned you,
the whole damn network... It's done.
To new beginnings.
Mike, uh, you're kind of
leaving us hanging here.
I saw the door open.
What are you doing here?
I hope I didn't surprise you, Mom.
I... I thought you were out.
No, I was just at my yoga class at the Y.
Huh!
Glad to see you're taking care of yourself.
Hmm.
Oh, well. Baby steps.
Which reminds me... Sam said that you're
on your way back to your old job.
Something like that.
He also said that...
you didn't quite find what you were
looking for on your trip down south.
I had a chance
to finally get some answers...
make sense of the last four years...
and that chance ended up in a body bag.
You know, all those years
I lived with your father...
I used to think through millions of ways...
that I could confront him...
everything that I wanted to say.
And all of a sudden, he drops dead.
That's it.
You know...
people talk about closure...
but I don't buy it.
Somebody blasts a hole in your life...
it tends to stay open.
It does, doesn't it?
So what do you do now?
Now?
Things go back to normal, I guess.
Normal? What exactly is normal?
I have no idea.
Here's an idea.
Why don't you fix the Charger?
This? Oh, no. No, no.
This is beyond saving.
Nothing is beyond saving if you work at it.
Nothing.
Besides, then I could have my garage back.
Want anything?
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 F.B. I...
You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.
- Family too...
- Hey, is that your mom again?
- If you're desperate.
- Someone needs your help, Michael.
Bottom line: A s long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
In the world of intelligence...
taking down an entire covert network
is the ultimate challenge.
It's not something you can do alone.
- You.
- Welcome back.
You need the resources of
an entire intelligence agency behind you.
You need solid intelligence
that can point you in the right direction.
That list is the key
to destroying the people who burned me.
But that's just a starting point.
You're not after an individual person.
You're after dozens of people...
all of them hiding...
all of them with resources and skills...
all of them fighting you
by any means necessary.
It's a gigantic jigsaw puzzle
of information...
that requires months
of research and analysis...
where one target leads to the next.
A courier picked up
off the suburban street...
leads to a spy hiding out
as a diplomat in a foreign embassy...
leads to a hardened group of armed
assassins in another place entirely.
Sometimes it's a surgical operation
done with discreet teams...
that no one ever hears about.
Other times, it's all-out war.
But one thing is always the same:
With each piece of the puzzle, you find
you understand your enemy more clearly.
You penetrate the secrecy that shields
the people behind the scenes...
working your way
to the top of the network...
to the people pulling the strings.
You keep fighting...
trying to put that last piece
of the puzzle in place...
trying to find that last person...
who will give you the answers
you're looking for.
Glad you made it. I was beginning to wish
I'd brought a magazine.
There was a guard change
at the front entrance.
Isn't knowing that supposed to be
your job as senior field officer?
Handling that kind of your job
as operative extraordinaire?
Oh, but that's not my title.
Until my burn notice is
officially lifted...
I'm just a "civilian intelligence asset."
Just saying,
the way the boss talks about you...
I'd think handling
a few government security guards...
would be a piece of cake.
I think he's got a crush on you.
I can hear you guys, you know.
Your mikes are live.
Just busting your chops, boss.
I'm here with your favorite toy.
I get jealous sometimes.
We're supposed to be wheels up
at the airport in an hour.
- Stop screwing around and get in there.
- Roger that.
He sounds grumpy.
You'd be grumpy too
if you had a beard that looked that bad.
You want to do the honors, superstar?
R.F.I.D. Security...
is easy to get around with a device
known in the trade as a "gecko."
Complicated electronics,
but a simple principle...
any key can be copied, even a digital one.
Hey, I'll be out of here in a sec.
Just finishing up a software update.
You know, nowadays,
those updates are done remotely.
You don't have to hard line
into the mainframe.
Unless, of course, you're
trying to steal data.
Game's over, Hector.
You're coming with us.
- Listen, this is some sort of mistake.
- Come on, Hector.
We can do this the easy way
or the way that involves an ambulance.
- My name is Tim, all right? Not Hector.
- Tim Sayers?
No. That's the name on the I.T. Badge
you stole. You're Hector O.
I guess after you bombed
the embassy in Albania...
you lost the glasses
and bleached your hair.
- It's workin' for him. I like it.
- Yeah. Me too.
Guys, seriously, some sort of mistake.
I'll prove it to you.
I got my license right here.
They never choose the easy way.
Hello, Security?
Yes, there's a man down on the ninth floor.
He's hurt, and I think he's unconscious.
Let's move, fellas. We'll meet you
at the northwest service exit.
We got to hustle
before a real ambulance shows up.
Let's move!
Here's a plane ticket and a one-off I.D.
You head home at 2200 hours.
Really good to have you back.
No, I want in on this. You know as well as I
do this isn't just another interrogation.
Slow down. Let us question him.
He could know where the operations chief is.
And if he does...
Hey! We'll keep you in the loop.
Make sure you do.
- I've waited a long time for this.
- I know, Michael.
- You want answers.
- No, Raines.
I need answers.
One of the most dangerous times
for a spy is right after a job.
Your guard is down, which makes it
a good time for an attack by your enemies.
Or, in some cases...
your friends.
Fiona. Uh, Fiona? Fiona?
Don't you think we'd be
more comfortable on the bed?
What makes you think that I care...
If you're comfortable?
How was the job?
- Job was good.
- I missed you.
Yeah, I got that. I think you broke a rib.
So where were you this time?
Fi...
Right. Right, right, right.
You can't say.
Secret spy stuff.
Don't you find it somewhat ironic...
that for years we've been dealing
with this little... conspiracy?
I think a memo called it an
"unauthorized quasi-governmental agency."
My point is...
we fought the people who burned you
for a long time, Michael.
Now they're on the run...
the C.I.A. Hunting the bastards down...
and we're just out.
I wish I could tell you, Fi. I really do.
It's been six months now.
Mysterious trips around the world with Max.
It just doesn't seem fair
that he should get to have all the fun.
I mean, he's, what,
your keeper or whatever?
He's my Agency contact.
It had to be someone, Fi.
The C.I.A. Wasn't just gonna
let me go out there alone.
When you got burned...
it wasn't just you.
These last four years...
- have been hard on all of us.
- Yeah.
I know, and I'm really sorry about that.
But we are so close to wrapping this up.
And then I can move on.
I hope you find what you're looking for,
Michael.
I really do.
Then we can all move on.
- Hey, Ma.
- Look who's here!
The world traveler returns. Hi, baby.
Sam called. He said
he had something to show me here.
Yeah, he does.
Sam, Michael's here!
Mom, every time I come over here these
days, you've changed something else.
Yeah, well. I thought,
you're starting a new life...
so I'd make a few changes myself.
- Hey, Mikey!
- Speaking of changes, look at you.
Yeah. Back in my fighting shape.
- And by fighting shape, of course I mean...
- We know, we know.
- The ladies love it.
- What can I say?
You know,
I think I was stress eating before...
so I dropped a few pounds
since you nailed these guys.
Please tell me the cleanup is going well.
Mike, come on. I had security clearance
back in the day too.
It's going well. We're making progress.
Progress is good. Okay, hey.
Come on back. I got a surprise for you.
Okay, Mikey.
Three guesses what it is. Is it...
- Is it my car?
- Ah. Give the man a prize.
Now, the, uh, roof looks kind of
like a tin can mauled by a grizzly bear...
but the power train and the engine are still
ticking, so I think it's salvageable.
- Sam...
- Mikey.
Jesse?
Nothing says "welcome home"
like 4,000 pounds of mangled steel, right?
I wanted to take the tarp off.
Sam wanted to let you do it yourself.
More of a dramatic unveiling.
What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be at CIFA in D. C?
I thought you told him. You didn't tell him?
I thought you told him.
I didn't have time. I just saw him.
I was, but now I'm, um... now I'm not.
I quit.
- You quit?
- I quit. You know what it is?
After everything I went through with
you guys, helping all those people...
I can't do the government thing
anymore, man.
It's too much red tape.
It's harder than you think, going back.
You'll see.
He's got a fancy job
with a private security firm down here.
- Big money.
- The money's all right. It's not bad.
- Actually, helped me get this bad boy out of impound, so...
- Uh, thanks?
Sam said the car had some sentimental
value, said it belonged to your dad.
Um, please tell me that you want the car...
'cause it was actually
a huge pain in my ass to get it here.
This is great.
Things are heating up at work, so don't
expect any more favors. Enjoy this one.
Well, aren't you gonna unwrap it?
- I should take this.
- Is that the Batphone?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, duty calls.
- Hello.
- It's Max.
We need you to get up to D. C., pronto.
D. C? I just got back to Miami yesterday.
Well, hop on a plane, buddy.
Raines decided we need a little help
on this interrogation.
- See you soon.
One of the things
you give up in intelligence...
is control over your own schedule.
It's a little like being
a doctor on call...
only your emergencies
tend to be thousands of miles away.
So what's the problem?
The problem is he's not talking.
Only one of these bastards is left in the wild,
and Hector there still won't give him up.
- Anything new in here?
- No. The name "John Kessler" and a blurry photo.
Hard to believe he managed to assemble so
many operations and stay so off the radar...
but he pulled it off.
- The last one.
- Yeah. We get him, we get everything.
Not the mealy-mouth "I followed orders"
B.S. We got from all the other guys.
Kessler got his hands dirty on every spy
they burned, every op they pulled...
all of it.
But first, we gotta find him.
And to do that, we need
to get our friend Hector there talking.
What do you want me to do?
Just be the same
unstoppable son of a bitch...
I recruited all those years ago.
Do what you have to do.
Listen, buddy. I warned you.
I gave you plenty of chances to talk.
You're leaving us with no other choice...
but to move on to other options...
options that you're not gonna like.
Mm-hmm. What's that supposed to mean?
It means if you're not gonna talk to me...
you get to talk to Michael Westen.
He doesn't get a government paycheck.
He doesn't play by our rules.
Knock yourself out, Michael.
Nobody's watching.
The biggest obstacle
you can face in an interrogation...
is yourself...
when your own feelings, your own anger,
your own desire for revenge...
are all that stand between you
and the information you want.
The stronger your feelings are,
the hotter your hate burns...
the more important it is to set it aside.
Do you know why they sent me in here?
Yeah. Got a pretty good idea.
They dismantled the main camera...
but they usually have
an extra one around here.
Let's have a look.
There we go.
- Now we can have some real privacy.
- So what are you gonna do?
You gonna torture me? It doesn't matter.
I'm not gonna... I'm not...
Calm down, calm down.
I'm not gonna hit you.
- I just want to have a conversation.
- I'm not gonna say anything.
Okay. Then I'll talk.
You know, I've learned a lot about
your organization over the last four years.
And the thing is...
the more I tried to dismantle it,
the more I realized...
it was just people.
Not some abstract thing... just people trying
to get work done in a dangerous world...
and having a few burned spies around
could make that possible.
And the thing is, I get it.
I mean, plenty of us have had that dream...
an operations group that didn't have to
adhere to government bureaucracy...
that could just act without rules,
without red tape.
And you made that happen.
Do I support what it turned into? No.
But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't understand that dream, Hector.
I don't blame you.
Even when you came at me with that knife...
I knew you were
just a guy trying to survive.
But the thing is, these guys,
they don't understand that.
To them, you're just member number 31...
in a criminal conspiracy
they need to dismantle.
It doesn't have to be that way.
But you have to help me.
Tell me where Kessler is.
I can't. You don't understand.
He'll kill my family.
- Not if I get to him first.
- How do you think he's avoided you so long?
He'll see you coming.
He didn't see me coming
when I took down his entire organization.
You want to protect your family,
I'm your best bet.
- You think you can take him?
- Well, let me put it this way...
He was the head of operations.
He planned every project that made my
life hell for the last four years.
I'd like to put those years behind me,
but I have a few questions...
questions only he can answer.
So trust me... I wanna talk to him
more than you can possibly imagine.
Just tell me what you know.
What the hell did you do
to the camera in there?
We've been deaf and blind
out here for an hour.
It's in the trash can. I disabled it.
I don't need to remind you, I went out
on a hell of a limb bringing you back in.
Kessler's in Caracas.
He's got a compound there.
- You want the address?
- What? How...
You said to do what I had to do.
I did what I had to do.
You said he was good.
What else? Did you get details?
Kessler's dug in. We're gonna need a team.
- Oh, and one more thing... I want to bring my people.
- Your people? What people?
You mean that ex-SEAL and your girlfriend?
Yes, the ex-SEAL and my girlfriend.
I can't have people without clearance...
Sam and Fi knew the classified intel
on this op before you did.
They are two more pairs
of boots on the ground in a country...
that's not too friendly
with the C.I.A. Right now.
Max will have his team there.
If you want my help, I want my team.
You know, I forgot what a pain in the ass
you could be, Westen.
Yeah, but I'm worth it.
- ...
Intelligence agencies
choose their foreign command centers...
with a few things in mind.
You want a place that's near main roads,
but not on them.
It's best if the owner is on the payroll...
or is controllable in some other way.
You want power for the computers,
air-conditioning for the meetings...
and a generous late checkout policy
in case an operation goes wrong.
- Guys, welcome to Caracas. How was the flight?
- Which one?
It would have been better
if we hadn't been routed through Turkey.
And Spain. And Costa Rica.
And if they had peanuts.
You know how these jobs are.
They got to bounce you around a bit to throw
the dogs off the scent. Let's get inside.
Okay. So, this is what
our taxpayer dollars get us, huh?
It's low-key,
and it's got a great view of the street.
You got a couple of bolivares, the bed
vibrates. Used to be the honeymoon suite.
Well, in this room,
I'd ask for an annulment.
Well, you don't have to stay in here.
You're staying in room cinco zero cinco.
It's been swept by counterintel, but try to
keep the shop talk down to a minimum.
And don't drink the water. I got two guys
on Jell-O and antibiotics so far.
- W-We're all staying in the same room?
- Yeah.
- Wow. You really know how to show a girl a good time.
- Well, don't blame him.
We don't have the resources
to secure the whole building.
Hey, have a little something
from the minibar on Uncle Sam...
- as my way of saying "I'm sorry."
- Apology accepted.
You two get settled in. Mike and I,
we're gonna go over the details.
Well, wait. We don't...
We don't need to go over details too?
Uh, Fiona, just give us a minute.
- Is, uh... Is that gonna be a problem?
- It'll be fine.
I'm sorry. I know
they're part of the team.
- Just... Regulations are regulations.
- What are we lookin' at?
Kessler's compound.
Right where Hector said it would be.
- Can we get in?
- Well, we could, but we'd never get out.
The alarm's wired directly
to the central police station.
We raid the place,
there's gonna be a huge firefight.
We'd never extract our team
before the Venezuelans arrived.
- Hit him on the road.
- Unfortunately, Kessler doesn't travel that much.
And when he does, he sticks to places
with as much security as he has at home.
He drives an armored S.U.V. Too.
There's no way I can get an okay to hit it
with anything big enough to make a dent.
So that leaves us with what?
Well, you, my friend.
Meet Commandante Armando Puente.
He runs a military checkpoint
that Kessler travels through regularly.
He was trained in Cuba
by the Soviets during the late '80s.
Since your Russian's better than mine...
I'm gonna make a new comrade.
Technically, "Vastly Andropov"
gets to make a new comrade...
and then convince that comrade to look
the other way when our team goes in.
Study up, Vastly.
There's a full legend in the file.
This is a surgical strike, Michael.
If anything goes wrong, we're gonna have a
major international incident on our hands.
And if you end up in a Venezuelan prison...
Yeah, yeah. It's gonna be tough to do a prisoner
swap for a spy who's still officially burned.
I get it. I can handle it.
Talk to your team. Get cleaned up.
You scout the checkpoint at 1400 hours.
Oh, sightseeing
is so much more fun with a machete...
and scouting a military checkpoint.
Maybe your C.I.A. Buddies could throw in
a hotel and some flight upgrades?
- I could get used to a vacation like that.
- I'm glad you're enjoying it.
That makes one of us.
How long is this gonna take, Mikey?
I got a half a bottle of tequila
waiting for me back at the hotel.
What? They said not to drink the water.
Ooh, it looks nasty.
What are you doing here exactly?
Offering a bribe...
to him, in the officer's uniform.
All right. I'm gonna need a little private
time with him. Give me about 10 minutes.
Yeah, I think Chuck Finley and his wife
can handle that.
- What do you think, Darlene?
- Actually, you're Tara and Greg Winter.
Max already backstopped you with
passports, licenses, baggage claim stubs.
Yeah, yeah. Everything except
the monogrammed socks. Great.
The Winters are gonna have
some car trouble at the checkpoint.
- Okay, so you need us to rig a car.
- Max already did that.
Oh, I see. So it's probably one of
these fancy-shmancy pre-rigged things.
- Totally state-of-the-art.
- Top secret.
Uh-huh. Completely undetectable.
Yeah, I could have done that
with some olive oil on the engine block.
I guess that's the world
of the big leagues.
Okay, come on. Let's get this done.
When you're working
under a cover I.D. Overseas...
it's all about the little things.
The farther you are from home,
the higher the stakes.
That's why you study.
You have to know every visa on your
passport, every detail on every document...
the entire history of the person
you're claiming to be.
It's true whether you're
pretending to be...
a Russian spy
on a foreign recruitment mission...
or a clueless American tourist
with a bad rental car.
Well, I certainly didn't
rent the damn thing!
Well, what do you want me to say?
I'm sorry?
We're here in Venezuela. It's not like
there's a lot of choice of rental cars here.
- Se?or.
- Huh? Yes, sir.
Se?or, por favor, se tiene que mover.
I would love to, okay?
Yo quiero vroom-vroom.
But as you can see,
the car is en fuego. It's on fire.
A m? no me importa cu?l es el problema.
I hope that means you're gonna
get a mechanic, 'cause otherwise...
Here we go. I'm gonna fix it...
'cause you certainly don't know
what you're doing.
- Let me do it.
- Oh, boy. Yeah, you really nailed it there.
- Se?ora, por favor.
Give us a break, please. A little help.
- Help us!
- Por favor.
- It's kaput. We need help.
- Mu?velos.
Juan. Pepe.
When you're recruiting
an asset from a hostile country...
you pose as a citizen
of one of your target's allies.
Someone who would never help
the United States, for example...
might be perfectly happy
to help a Russian.
Engl... English.
Fine.
- Now, why are you here?
- For this man.
Se?or Kessler. He drives through here,
always with armed guards.
He is... American.
What do you want with him?
This man has committed many crimes
in my country... terrible crimes.
Se?or Kessler is well-connected.
He has friends in government.
He has money.
That is why I come to you, comrade.
Other men get rich off this criminal...
but you... you serve this country.
This man is very dangerous.
You would be doing a great service
to your country and to my country.
All you have to do
is bring him here alone...
and my team will take care of the rest.
Think about it, comrade.
I will be at this address this afternoon.
I hope to see you soon.
I will make it worth your while.
It's always a tense time...
right after you've made a pitch
to recruit an asset on foreign soil.
If they accept, you're in business.
If they decline, you're in jail.
Which is why it's a good idea
to have backup.
Don't worry. He's only a few minutes late.
He'll be here.
Well, when he does get here,
quit talking in my ear.
- If he hears you, I'm dead.
- He's not gonna hear anything.
That radio's so far down your ear canal,
it's tickling your brain.
Okay, Michael.
Puente's here. Look Russian.
Komandir, you came.
I was beginning to worry.
- Is there something wrong?
- I spoke to a friend at F.S.B.
He said he has never
heard of your operation.
- Who are you?
- You pull a gun on me.
Abort, abort! Get the
extraction team ready.
Alpha team getting into position.
What, are you kidding?
Mike is never gonna let you just pull him.
- Let him sell it.
- What are you talking about?
He can handle himself.
Just give him what he needs.
Alpha team, stand by.
Find Puente's F.S.B. Contact. Now!
I will not ask you again. Who are you?
I told you, I am Vastly Andropov.
My friend said
there is no such person at F.S.B.!
- Calm down. Calm down.
- I will calm down!
When you tell me who you are.
Then I am calling security forces,
and you can explain yourself to them.
There are three F.S.B. Operatives
specializing in Venezuela...
Victor Banin, Bogdan Egorov
and Gennady Yohzin.
Magicians and mind readers often use
a technique known as shotgunning...
I spoke with Banin yesterday.
Uh, he told me this might happen.
In which you determine
what your target is thinking...
by throwing a bunch of information at them
and reading their reactions.
I don't know Viktor Banin.
It's effective for spies as well...
but it's considerably harder to do
with a gun pointed at you.
Of course you don't know Banin.
I spoke with Gennady.
Eh, it is their job to shoot
your good friend Bogdan...
if this mission goes wrong.
All teams stand by.
- How do you know Bogdan?
- I am an F.S.B. Agent.
I don't come to this mission without knowing
who you are and who your friends are.
Tell me this...
Why has not Bogdan heard of this operation?
Bogdan is an F.S.B. Analyst
in St. Petersburg.
- He's a computer nerd.
- Uh, tech specialist in Latin-American studies.
Here we go... disciplined for alcohol abuse.
The guy's a booze hound.
- He's an alcoholic, Mike.
- What can I say?
Maybe he was too drunk
or too busy playing with his computers...
to notice the memo on his desk.
I am sure that when he is executed
for ruining this operation...
he will wish he was a
little more attentive.
You have a decision to make, Komandir.
You can shoot me, but then you will explain
yourself to the F.S.B. And to the police.
You can leave,
and I will find someone else.
Or you can help me with the American...
you collect your fee...
and you keep your mouth shut.
Come on, Mike.
If I find you are lying...
I will not hesitate to shoot you.
I would expect nothing less from a soldier.
Let us drink.
Na zdorovie.
All right, everybody. I'm gonna
review this one time, so pay attention.
Michael and I will be
in the command van here.
Kessler will approach the checkpoint,
moving southbound.
When he gets to the checkpoint,
we have an asset in place...
who will separate him from his security.
Michael, you want to go over those details?
I've arranged with the commander of the checkpoint
to take Kessler into the outbuilding...
to view his documents
while keeping his soldiers outside.
At this point, the extraction team will enter
from the east, using the forest as cover.
Remember: You're supposed to be
a Russian team, so speak Russian.
Or keep your mouths shut.
From there, he goes to the transpo team...
which puts him in a box
and gets him on a plane.
Documents has already created
the paperwork. Are we clear?
All right. Remember, this guy Kessler,
he ran his own covert ops for a long time.
He did it well. He's not gonna be
a pushover, so be ready for anything.
Okay. Let's move out.
Hey, Mike, can we
talk to you for a second?
- Sam, I don't have time.
- Well, I suggest you make time.
Max put Sam and me
on bag-watching duty at the airport.
- What's next, coffee detail?
- Fi...
She's got a point, Mike.
You say we're part of the team, but we're
definitely not part of the action.
You have been part of it,
which is why you have to hang back now.
Puente thinks you're American tourists
with a bad rental car.
If he sees your faces again,
he'll know we set him up.
Look, we can stay out of sight
and still be ready to back you up.
Sam, you know
this is the way they do things.
Different teams have different jobs,
for operational security.
Operational security?
What happened to the way we do things?
- It's their show, Fi.
- It's our show too, brother.
We should be able to see this through.
I mean, right is right.
All right. Michael, let's go.
Bravo team's already moving out.
I gotta go. I'm sorry.
I'll see you back in Miami.
The challenge of
a good, large-scale field operation...
is to keep all parts coordinated while
keeping them as separate as possible.
- Field units are separate
from transportation units...
With the command unit separate from both.
When things go right,
they all work together as one big team.
- Okay, we've got the target moving.
- Roger.
It's all you, buddy.
Extraction team, stand by.
Mr. Kessler, I need you
to come inside for a second.
- Is there a problem?
- There's no problem.
Just some documents to sign.
Please, come inside.
Okay, everybody ready?
The problem with remote command centers...
is what happens when things go wrong.
- What's going on, Max?
- What the hell is happening?
Anyone stuck in the command center
is too far away to do anything about it.
Damn it!
My radio's not working. We got no contact.
Kessler knew we were here.
We're blind.
- Fi, not a good time.
- Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
- Wait. Where are you?
- Red team, come in.
We're about 50 yards from the checkpoint.
Fi, you were supposed to
be at the airport.
We decided to stick around
and watch the experts do their thing.
- What's happening out there?
- I'm not sure.
It looks like Kessler picked up
on your radio frequencies and jammed them.
They must have had
some kind of scanner in the car.
- How many down?
- The smoke is still clearing, but it's bad.
He's moving. He's heading
back to the compound.
- I hope you have a plan B.
- I'm working on it, Fi.
Kessler's men took out the team
before they could move in.
- Sam and Fi are helping with survivors.
- Sam and Fi?
- Sam and Fi aren't supposed to be...
- They're helping with survivors!
Kessler's on his way to the compound. We
got less than 20 minutes to salvage this.
- How the hell are we gonna salvage...
- Just get in the van!
There he goes. This is our last chance.
Uh, what's going on here?
Do we have a plan?
A plan? No. I got some tactical goals
and a rough approach.
A rough approach?
Oh, well, that's terrific.
Thank God we got that, because we don't
have backup, video feeds or working comms.
Welcome to my world.
- You're sure you want to do this?
- I am not letting this go.
This is our chance to get Kessler
before we're swamped with security forces.
You want out, I'll slow down,
but I am not stopping.
- Floor it!
- Hang on!
- Is this seriously how you do things?
- When I have to.
- How are you still alive?
- That's a good question.
I eat a lot of yogurt.
I think we're a little outgunned here.
- Grenade.
- Make that "a lot outgunned."
If you cover me, I can flank him
and take him out from the woods.
Or you could just shoot 'em.
That works too.
Let's get inside. We're gonna have every cop
and soldier in Caracas here in a minute.
Keep your head down.
Uh-oh. I think we lost him.
I don't think we lost him.
I think he doubled back.
- Or we're both wrong.
- No! Don't shoot. I want him alive.
- Steel door.
- A safe room?
Somethin' like that. The walls are metal.
All right. Unless you have a thermal lance,
I'm calling this one.
No. I'm not leaving here
with the job undone.
This is not about your personal revenge,
Michael.
We'll get him another time.
How? You don't know anything about him.
He compromised a secure
C.I.A. Communications system.
What do you think you're gonna do,
just grab him at the airport?
- Fi, you guys all right?
- As well as could be expected.
The team is pulling out
with their wounded now.
I need you to buy us a little time.
Slow the cops down.
You know the choke point
on the road near the bridge?
All traffic going to Kessler's
has got to pass through there.
And you want us to stop them?
Consider it done.
I don't know what you think buying us
a few extra minutes is gonna do.
It would take us hours to get
through that with the right tools...
and we don't have anything.
Kessler's men have grenades.
We do this right, we can make a hole.
Old school. I like that. I got 'em.
The most vulnerable
system in any reinforced structure...
is typically ventilation.
Holes that let in air
can also let in other things...
like the explosive cores
of concussion grenades, for example.
They're a high-quality explosive
and quite effective.
Of course, you have to get them into place
without blowing your hands off.
Hurry it up, Sam. We've got about
30 seconds before la polic?a get here.
Yeah, well, you know what? Next time
Tara and Greg Winter take a vacation...
you get to soak the upholstery in gasoline.
Well, first bullets, now fire.
So long, old girl.
So, you think
the C.I.A.'s insurance plan covers that?
Well, maybe. But I doubt it covers this.
Last chance, Kessler!
As a spy, your job is intelligence.
You might want to back up
away from the wall!
Whether you're
after national security secrets...
or operational information about
the people who destroyed your life...
the job is the same.
We'll go in quick. He'll be stunned.
Anything to get us out of here sooner,
I'm all for. Do it.
There's no greater satisfaction
than that moment...
when you finally get the answers
you're looking for.
Is he alive?
And nothing is harder to take...
than having those answers
forever taken away.
- He's dead.
- I thought you said the blast wasn't enough to...
It wasn't the blast. He shot himself.
Well, I guess he didn't want to be taken alive.
Well, it happens.
We did our best.
That's it?
All this way?
After all these years?
- That's it?
- Hey. Hey.
- That's it?
- Hey, listen! I'm sorry, man.
But if you wanted tidy endings and easy
answers, you picked the wrong job. He's gone.
The police are here.
We gotta find a way out.
Come on. Come on.
A well-trained police force knows...
that the first priority
when arriving at a scene...
is to establish a perimeter
and lock down the area.
You let them do that,
and chances are you're not getting out.
I got Kessler's gun and a spare clip. We can
hold them off for a little while, but...
We won't be able to shoot our way out...
at least not that way.
Grab that fan. I got an idea.
That's why it's important to make sure
that they have a higher priority...
like dealing with a more urgent threat.
If you've got enough ammunition
and a good oscillating fan...
you can keep them busy
dealing with your gun...
while you're busy getting away.
Well, we made the papers.
Not exactly the goal of this little
operation, but it's something.
Could be worse, I guess.
Could be a picture of our corpses.
Is my Spanish that bad, or does this say...
"The shootings are believed to be a part of a
kidnapping attempt by a Colombian cartel"?
Yeah. P.R. Guys did a good job.
We got out clean.
Clean? With two team members K. I.A.
And a dead target?
I don't know what to tell you, Michael.
Our job is to do the impossible.
We took Kessler out of the game.
Yeah, with help from a few pinch hitters.
You're never gonna hear it
from the Agency...
because officially
you were never in Caracas...
but... thank you.
It would have been
a lot worse without you.
- Unofficially, you're welcome.
- Anything for the cause.
So this is how it ends...
a body on the ground.
Yeah, but he put a bullet
in his own head and not yours.
Hey, I'll drink to that. Mike, you won.
The people that burned you,
the whole damn network... It's done.
To new beginnings.
Mike, uh, you're kind of
leaving us hanging here.
I saw the door open.
What are you doing here?
I hope I didn't surprise you, Mom.
I... I thought you were out.
No, I was just at my yoga class at the Y.
Huh!
Glad to see you're taking care of yourself.
Hmm.
Oh, well. Baby steps.
Which reminds me... Sam said that you're
on your way back to your old job.
Something like that.
He also said that...
you didn't quite find what you were
looking for on your trip down south.
I had a chance
to finally get some answers...
make sense of the last four years...
and that chance ended up in a body bag.
You know, all those years
I lived with your father...
I used to think through millions of ways...
that I could confront him...
everything that I wanted to say.
And all of a sudden, he drops dead.
That's it.
You know...
people talk about closure...
but I don't buy it.
Somebody blasts a hole in your life...
it tends to stay open.
It does, doesn't it?
So what do you do now?
Now?
Things go back to normal, I guess.
Normal? What exactly is normal?
I have no idea.
Here's an idea.
Why don't you fix the Charger?
This? Oh, no. No, no.
This is beyond saving.
Nothing is beyond saving if you work at it.
Nothing.
Besides, then I could have my garage back.
Want anything?