Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 15 - Necessary Evil - full transcript

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: As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

For a spy, the first step after
identifying your enemy...

and finding his base of operations...

is listening in on his communications.

This can be as simple
as planting a bug in his phone...

or as complex as breaking
into a military-grade encrypted radio.

Higher security makes the job harder...

but it comes with a silver lining...

the tougher the security, the more valuable
the information it's protecting.

If you can break in, you can be pretty sure
it's going to be worth it.

Michael, I'm not sure
we're gonna be able to pull this off.



Anson's using a radio
the N.S.A. Itself can't crack.

I don't wanna just give up.

I'm not giving up.

I'm just pointing out
there's no way that I can see...

to plant a listening device
in his apartment or radio.

We'll have to use the building
across the street.

The security firm. He's piggybacking
on their communications array.

We get in there,
get to the cell, log on the server...

Break into a defense contractor?

I didn't say it was gonna be easy.

You already destroyed C.I.A. Records.

Just how far are you
willing to go for this?

All the way.

In any secure facility...

the biggest vulnerabilities
tend to be at the lowest salary levels.

A company that will spend tens of thousands
of dollars checking out senior staff...

will often hire janitors
and window washers...

for nine bucks an hour
after a 20-minute interview.

Getting hired is usually
not too difficult...

and it's even easier
to pay someone a couple grand...

to hand over a uniform and leave town.

All right. This'll do.

The computer's connected to the server...

and it looks like no one's in there.

Stop fiddling. You look fine.

Please. A burlap sack
would be an improvement.

You know, for $2,000,
I want a uniform that fits.

Well, the next time I bribe the guys
at, um, Rise & Shine Window Washers...

I'll get an extra-extra-small.

Fi, this charge looks a little big.

It's supposed to look like an accident.

You really wanna argue
at 300 feet in the air?

You know, a "thank you"
would be nice, Michael.

All right.
How about this? Dinner.

- You and me. Saturday night.
- There you go.

Except we're busy.

Your mom called. She really wants
another double date with Benny.

- I think they're getting serious.
- Do we really have to talk about that right now?

- You can't avoid it forever.
- I can try.

Forty-five seconds. Go.

It's just a simple record search.

Forty-four seconds is more than enough.

Down here!

- How about 10 seconds?
- There!

Almost done.

Done.

Put your hands up!

Oh, God! Oh, God! We almost died.

- Who are you two?
- We work for... Rise & Shine Window Washers.

If we weren't clipped in to
those harnesses, we'd be dead.

I can't believe we held on that long!

Look, secure the area.

I'm gonna take a statement from these two.

And again, please accept my apologies.

I'm just glad no one was killed.

Does the company have your phone numbers?

It's such an odd incident. We may want to
follow up, make sure everything's all right.

Don't you think all the lawyers
will do all the talking from now on?

Lawyers? You're not, uh...
You're not thinking of suing us?

Well, I'm actually thinking about it, yeah.

But security guards aren't normally named
in lawsuits, are they?

I don't know. I don't know.

Well, you two can go. Get some rest.

Feel better.

I am hungry. Lunch?

So, Anson was calling here?

- Well, that's odd.
- Why?

Well, most calls around here are to, uh,
invite widows to early-bird dinners.

This area's better known
for retirees, not super spies.

Here we go. Someone's home.

- Oh, my God.
- Wait a second.

- Is that...
- Benny.

As in your mother's boyfriend, Benny.

- I believe it is. That son of a bitch!
- Hold on, Fi. Hold on.

Benny could be working for Anson, but Anson
could just as easily be spying on Benny.

Either way, we have to tell Madeline.

No, not yet. Not until we know exactly
what's going on here.

Just... I have a meeting with Pearce.

This is gonna take a while.
I need to grab a cab.

Let me guess.

You want me to stay here, watch Benny,
see what he's up to. Fine.

When the time comes, your mother's
gonna hear about this from you.

Well, look who's two minutes early.

I aim to please.
You sounded tense on the phone.

We've got a job for you.
We intercepted some calls...

placed by a weapons engineer,
William Resnik.

He was ordering high-end guidance chips...

to be delivered
to a Liberian chemical company upstate.

Last I checked, the Liberians were too busy
shooting each other...

to set up chemical companies.

Last I checked, chemical companies
don't need guidance chips.

This guy's been off the grid for a while...

so there's more than
a little concern he's gone rogue.

Let me guess. You think the best option
is sending in the burned spy.

Actually, no. It's a Liberian company.

You spent a lot of time
in that part of the world.

There's too big of a risk
that someone will know your face.

The agency wants you to run the op
with Sam and Jesse.

Send them into the chemical plant
to figure out...

who Resnik's working for
and what he's doing.

Sam has powerful detractors at the C.I.A.

He could stand to mend some fences.

And it wouldn't hurt you
to look like a team player either.

You know me... team player all the way.

So, Mike, that was one hell of a drive.

What are we looking at?

It's a chemical research facility,
closed two years ago.

Half a dozen guys with AK's.
Not something you expect to see out here.

It's a lot of activity for a closed shop.

Lights came back on a month ago.
Liberian company leased it.

Trucks have been dropping off
guidance equipment...

and long-range missile components
for the last few days.

According to who? Pearce?

The Agency thinks a weapons engineer,
William Resnik, went rogue.

It certainly sounds
like he's building a missile in there.

So Pearce wants you to go in
and see what's up?

Not me. You guys.

There's a good chance
the target knows my face.

Okay. You kind of buried
the lead there, Mike.

The last time I did a favor for the
C.I.A., there were a few hiccups.

I know, Sam, but we're all
on the same team this time.

Resnik made a purchase
from a black-market chip manufacturer.

The C.I.A. Squeezed them.

You guys are gonna
get swapped in as the tech guys.

Pearce put together our cover
before she asked if we would do it?

She was counting on you guys saying yes.

Not loving how this went down, Mike...

but I'm not gonna pass up
a chance to bag a traitor.

Yeah, someone's gotta babysit Sam.

- I'm in.
- Thanks.

One of the few
businesses that still makes house calls...

is black-market technology vendors.

Get out of the car now.

When someone's paying a lot of cash
for illegal weapons systems components...

they expect full service.

And when your customer will settle any
issues with a bullet to the head...

it's a good idea to show up in person.

- Brought the materials you ordered.
- You can go.

- The balance will be wired into your account.
- Don't... Sir. Please.

This is delicate high-end product.

Now, I can't guarantee performance
unless my tech and I oversee the install.

Don't worry. We got an expert inside.

Question...
what sort of seating is your expert using?

"Sea-ting"?
As in what the chip sits in?

I got the 48 hexabit X-95's.
If he's expecting the 128's...

he may as well toss the chip, jam in a
piece of salami and hope for the best.

Okay? Seriously.

- Hands up.
- Hands what?

- Hands up!
- Hands up.

- Oh. Okay.
- Yeah.

- Hello.
- Hey, nothing there.

- They are clean.
- Follow me.

Move it.

Go on inside. Lab's in there.

Uh, you see how those guards
are keeping an eye on that guy?

Jesse, I don't think we're dealing
with a rogue scientist.

I think we're dealing with a hostage.

Okay. Guess extraction's out of the question.
We're just a tad bit out-muscled.

Yeah, but we can't just drop these
chips off and leave the poor bastard.

- We got to get ourselves invited back in.
- How the hell do we do that?

I got an idea.

- Hey. Got your guidance chips.
- What happened to Arnie?

Arnie's working a job up in Boca.
We're your guys.

Okay, let's see what we got going here.

- Put that down! Don't touch that!
- Stop there!

Hey, knuckleheads.

We know you're building a missile, okay?

I didn't bring guidance chips
for a Cuisinart.

It's like I told your buddy outside.

I got to check the seating here,
but I can't do it through a tarp. Easy.

Hey, buddy, pal, I need to see
the, uh, power supply you're working with.

Oh, yeah.
It's just in the back, over here.

We're with the C.I.A. We're here to help.

- We don't have a lot of time. Tell me what's going on.
- No. You have to leave.

Hey, listen to me.
You wanna survive, you will talk.

You're not gonna get another chance.

Don't worry about the guards.
They're busy watching my friend over there.

His name is Joseph Kamba.

He's a lunatic.
He's like some sort of warlord.

He's having me build a missile.
It's a nasty one.

Listen. I can't escape.

He has my daughter,
and I don't know where she is.

- Your daughter?
- Yeah.

Oh, Jesus.

We'll deal with that.
First we got to convince these guys...

to let us back in here after we leave,
and we cannot do that alone.

- Okay.
- You need to play along, okay?

- Can you do that?
- Yeah, I can do it. Yeah.

Damn it. I knew it.

I knew it.
We don't have the right specs.

Is there a problem?

Perhaps I can be of assistance.

Yes, sir, there is a problem.

The housings in your missile
don't fit the chips that we brought.

Well, that is unfortunate.

Care to offer an explanation?

Well, it's not like, uh...

all this stuff comes from...
from RadioShack, you know.

The suppliers we're using, they change
the housings and components all the time.

I never know when it's gonna happen.
Nobody knows.

I thought I made it clear
there were to be no mistakes, Mr. Resnik.

Perhaps a reminder is in order.

Hey! Whoa! Whoa! It's an easy fix.

We can get you the right chips tomorrow.

We got a batch of L-21's coming in.

One quick mod, it'll fit your platform.
This is no one's fault.

- Okay? You didn't need to do that.
- I'll tell you what I need.

I need the guidance chips I paid for,
and I need them now.

Look, no one's telling you not to be upset.
You should be upset.

But the thing is
if we don't get this right...

you might as well throw the missile,
'cause it's gonna be a lot more accurate.

Very well.

We will make a new arrangement.

You bring my chips here tomorrow,
and we trade.

My chips...

for your friend.

What? No. No way.
That's not how I do business.

Oh? It is exactly how I do business.

Having Jesse in there is bad. Very bad.

This Kamba guy's a first-class monster,
even by sub-Saharan African standards.

I know. I read the file. That's why I got
to get back in there right now.

Sam, slow down.
If we try to break Jesse out...

before we get Resnik's girl, she's dead.

I don't disagree.

But we can't leave Jesse in there forever
while we're hunting this Resnik girl down.

- She could be anywhere.
- Actually, I think we have a lead.

The company that leased the chemical plant
also rented an estate over in Cutler Bay.

Fine. I'll check out Cutler Bay.

Sam, you get ready
to pull Jesse and Resnik out.

And one other thing. The C.I.A. Wants
the specs for Resnik's missile.

- Is that a joke?
- This is a new missile design.

- Those specs are considered...
- Don't you dare say "mission critical," lady.

Jesse and Resnik are top priority.

I want them out of there too.

Look, Mike, getting him out of there
is gonna be easier said than done.

That psycho's got about a dozen guys
strolling around with AK-47's.

Then we need to figure out a way
to get our guns past the guards.

Spies are surprisingly good recyclers.

The ability to repurpose
items in the field...

can often mean the difference
between life and death.

A broken eyepiece from a microscope...

can make the perfect disguise
for a rifle sight.

And a computer with a fried motherboard
can house the magazine of an M4 rifle.

It's not exactly separating
your bottles and cans...

but it'll keep trash out of the landfill
and possibly keep you out of the morgue.

What's up, Fi?

It's Benny. And it's not good.

I've tailed him for a couple of hours...

and he's definitely acting suspicious...

showing signs that he's been trained.

- And I've got the pictures to prove it.
- Okay. I'll go talk to my mom.

- But, Fi...
- Let me guess.

- Another favor.
- Not for me.

For the C.I.A. A girl's been kidnapped.

Pearce thinks they tracked her down.
I'm gonna text you the address.

- See if she's in there.
- So I'm just watching, not kicking down any doors?

No door kicking.

Fine. But, Michael, go talk to your mom.
Right now.

Whatever you're here for, Michael,
it can wait.

Benny's on his way over.
He's gonna take me to the movies.

Actually, Mom, it's about Benny.

About Benny? What's wrong?

The man who's blackmailing me, Anson...

He's using Benny to spy on you and us.

What?

Michael, don't be ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous. It's true, Ma.

We traced a phone call.

You're serious.

No way.

Benny isn't like that.

- He's not a spy.
- You're right, Mom. He's not.

He's not a trained operative.

But Anson is teaching him some tricks...

how to spot a tail...

not parking in the same space twice...

Um, no. See, I, uh...

I told Benny a lot of those crazy things
that you had me do.

That's probably why he's acting like this.

Mom, he's acting like an asset
who's being run by a spy.

I have to bug his place this afternoon, so
keep him at the movies. Just act normal.

- You make it sound so easy.
- It is, Ma.

It's easy for you.

Ever occur to you maybe you're wrong?

I'm not wrong.

I know this hurts you,
but you have to trust me on this.

No. Not on this one.

I'll find out the truth my own way.

And if you're right...

I'll plant the bug myself.

But if you're wrong...

- Hi.
- Hey.

Benny, hi.

Oh, they're beautiful.

For a beautiful woman.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hello, Michael.
- Good to see you, Benny.

How you doing?
Hey, listen. You wanna join us?

I'm not normally a fan of romantic movies, but
I promised your mom that I would take her.

Thanks for the invite,
but I have to go... do something.

Oh. That sounds mysterious. What is it?

It's me, always working.

Okay.

Have fun, you two.

You about ready?

- Yeah. I just have to put these in water.
- Okay.

Ooh, a thermal-imaging camera. Very nice.

Michael, it's not my birthday for months.

Cute. Pearce hooked us up with them.

I have to give them back.

Any sign of Resnik's daughter?

No. I've been here for hours.
Nobody's come in or out.

The far-right window is covered. I'm
guessing that's where they're keeping her.

One way to find out for sure.

It's a little hard to tell...

but I'd say we're looking
at five heat signatures inside, all static.

One seated in the far-right room
on the second floor.

Well, I'll go kick the hornet's nest.

Hello.

I'm Joyce, your new neighbor.

I baked you some brownies. There you go.

Bon app?tit.

Either those boys are having a linebacker
slumber party or they're guarding someone.

Four moved the moment you rang the bell.

One stayed still, tucked in the
upstairs room, away from the window.

- My guess, that's Sophie.
- You sure we just can't go in there and grab her?

Fi, they got Jesse.

We pull her out now,
they'll know something's wrong.

Jesse could get killed.

I'm gonna let Sam know
it's time to get back into the shark tank.

Whether you're smuggling drugs to sell...

or weapons to save a friend...

you can't just hide contraband and pray.

You have to be able to talk your way
through an inspection.

Okay, just like I promised.
Fresh batch of L-21's with adapters.

All set to go.

The key is to keep cool and keep talking.

The more they're listening to you...

the less they're looking at
whatever it is you're carrying.

Uh, with all due respect, sir,
we got a missile to build...

and testing these chips
is gonna take a while.

So if you could just open the gate,
I can drive up and unload everything.

I have a rule. No one drives in.

No vehicles on the property.

Hey, you know...

I'm all for reducing carbon emissions,
but you got to see what I got back here.

I mean, that is a lot of equipment
to lug around, so if we can just, uh...

I'm afraid not.

It may seem strange to you, but in my
country, a truck is just a weapon on wheels.

You want something, you carry it in.

Sir, let's be reasonable here.

Reasonable.

That's another thing about my country.

Reasonable men die.

The ones who survive are cautious men,
like me.

What is all this?

Oh, microscopes, lenses, processors.

You know, I mean, what am I gonna do,
kill you with a microscope?

- Bring some men to carry the equipment.
- Yeah, boss.

Yeah, listen, I hate to
be a broken record...

but are you sure about this no-car policy?

We're just gonna have to haul
all this stuff back out when we're done.

- He said no.
- Okay, fine. Whatever.

Can you give us a minute?
We got work to do.

How you guys doing?

It's not the nicest place I've ever stayed,
but we're fine.

Just please, please tell me you got some
big-ass, bad-ass guns in those cases.

At most, I got half an M4.

The rest is in the truck outside the gate.

This is a disaster.
You said you were gonna help.

I can't delay the missile anymore.
He's getting impatient.

I understand that, but right now the focus
is getting you out of here.

Yeah? How? With what?
You don't have any guns.

You think Joseph's
gonna let you back in here a third time?

That's why you need to give him a reason
to let us stay here.

Why in the world would he do that?

- If you were injured, we'd have to.
- I'm sorry. What?

What he's saying is if you couldn't do the
work yourself, you would need us to stay.

Therefore, he would need us to stay
if he wants the job finished.

If you just burn your hand
or something, you know?

Just bad enough to sideline you.

If we get pushed out those doors,
you are on your own.

You really wanna bet
your daughter's life...

on Joseph just letting you go
after you hand him the missile?

You can do this.

What do you mean, the burner malfunctioned?

Is this some kind of game you're playing at?
Is that what this is?

A game? Look at his hand.

It was an accident. Just calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down!

I'm just saying there's a solution.

I'm thinking the solution here
is three graves.

- Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just listen, okay?
- Okay, okay, listen.

You want your missile, right?
We know the equipment in that lab.

He doesn't need his hands.
We'll be his hands.

You're looking at the best chip guy
in the business.

And I know a thing or two
about missile assembly.

Please.

Please. We can do this.

All right then. I'll let
them be your hands.

And you guarantee no more delays.
We have a deal?

Absolutely. We have a deal.

Fine. We shake on it.

I suggest you get to work.

Okay, Mike. Here's the deal.

We couldn't get the guns in.
And without the guns, we can't make a move.

So we're in a tight spot here, no joke.

There might be another way, but it's
gonna take some doing on your part.

I'm all ears, brother.

The north side of the plant,
near the tanker...

I'm gonna bury two M4's
20 feet from the fence.

You just figure a way to get there.

I'm on it. Thanks, Mike.

Okay. We're all set here.
CO2 levels have been adjusted.

Looks like we're gonna
get the guns after all.

But we're gonna have to convince Joseph
to move the fence first.

Wh... What? Why?

- Because that's where the guns are gonna be.
- Okay, that's crazy.

No, no, no.
That can work. That can work.

We tweak the electronics on the missile,
blame it on the electric fence.

Okay. All right.
Let's do it. Let's do it.

- It should be me in there, Fi.
- Yeah, well, it isn't.

You're doing everything you can.
The rest, I'm afraid, is on them.

Nice.

You could walk right over these
and not even know they're there.

There is a fine art...

to making an electrical malfunction look
spectacular and yet not do any real damage...

especially when you're dealing
with a deadly missile.

Just top of the I/O bridge, right?

I got it. Yeah.

Okay, now. Be careful.

I'm just saying... You're touching the
warhead to the guidance chips now...

so one mistake and it's lights-out.

- I'm actually already on top of that.
- Okay.

The trick is
to overload a nonexplosive component...

like the motherboard.

Replacing resistors with
plain copper wire...

will amplify the current,
overload the circuit...

and result in some impressive
but relatively harmless fireworks.

- Okay, are we ready?
- We'll know for sure in a minute.

All right.
Tell your boss it's testing time.

They're ready.

Okay. Here we go.

Okay. Show me progress.

Well, the guidance chips
are state-of-the-art...

with special environmental
modification software to make sure...

All I care about is whether or not
I have a working missile...

that will reach Monrovia
from the Sierra Leone border.

I'll let the target worry
about how it works.

All right, guys. Turn
on the guidance system.

What's that?

Whoa!

What is happening? What is this?

- Must be an electrical problem.
- The circuits are fried.

We're getting some sort of interference.

I said no more delays!

Yeah, we heard you! You think we're crazy?

You think we wanna get shot?
Come on! Please.

We'll go outside, we'll run some tests,
we'll figure out what's going on.

All right.

You and you. Let's go.

Yeah. No, it's definitely
the electrified fence.

- Is it? How convenient.
- What?

Y-Yeah, the-the fence
is too close to the building...

so it's, um... it's causing a power surge.

It fried a capacitor already.
It'll do it again.

Y-You want your missile,
you're gonna have to take down the fence.

Do you think I am a child?

Do you think I will tear down this fence
because of your lies?

Okay. Listen. Listen. Okay, how about this?

Just move the fence.

Move it back past the tree line.
That'll solve the problem.

You keep your fence. You get your missile.
We go home. Everybody wins.

Fine. We'll move it.

There's nothing quite
like searching the home...

of someone you care about
for evidence they've betrayed you.

It's something spies
have to do regularly...

even with the people they love the most.

It's never easy searching for something
as hard as you can...

and praying you find nothing at all.

Oh.

- Maddy.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- What do you think I'm doing here?

Surprising you.

Well, how'd you get in?

Benny... I mean, come on.
I've stayed over a few times.

That fake rock of yours
doesn't fool anybody.

Well, why wouldn't you just...

Why wouldn't I just make dinner
for my boyfriend?

Salmon. Your favorite.

And for dessert, pecan pie.

Pecan pie?

You know me too well, Mad.

Better every day, Benny.

Oh. I left wine in the car.

And, uh, would you get it?
And I'll set the table.

Okay. You're gonna have to remind me
to leave the house more often.

Oh.

Okay?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

That back door is all glass.

If you punch in hard,
you should be able to get the attention...

of all the guards on the first floor.

I'll be fine, Michael. Just get up the stairs fast.
Get Sophie out of there.

Let me check their position.

We'll move as soon as we hear from Sam.

Fi, we got a problem.

They're not in there.

So they moved the fence. Now what?

I'm gonna run the gauge along it,
and when I get to the guns...

I'm gonna need a distraction.

These guys seem pretty tense. Shouldn't
be too hard to get their attention.

I'm gonna take out the guys near me...

And I'll get the guns
before they know what's happening.

Oh, wait. Check it out.

I thought Joseph
wasn't letting any vehicles in.

He wasn't. Something's up.

- Sir, we need to check the fence.
- That can wait.

I want to show you something.

Sophie. Sophie! Did they hurt you?

No. Daddy, I just wanna go home.

What the hell is she doing here?

Well, in my experience,
a father always works harder...

when he knows he's working for his family.

Tell me something. Do
you love your daughter?

Do you want to keep her safe?

Please.

She's just a child, okay? Please.

Do your job.

No more delays and excuses.

Show me...

what a father will do...

to keep his daughter safe.

Hmm?

You have two hours.

Get them inside.

There's nothing else I can do. I don't have
a choice. I need to just finish it for him.

Look, I can't presume to know
what you're going through as a father...

but handing a completed missile
over to Joseph is a bad idea.

I'm done listening to you.
He has my daughter.

- I have to finish.
- What's gonna happen then? Think about it.

Seriously, man, he's not
gonna spring you...

just so you can go tell
the world what he did.

Best case, we all get to go to Liberia
and make more missiles for him.

What's the worst case?

He decides he only needs one missile
and he kills us.

Okay. What the hell do you propose?

I'm working on it. Keep busy and stay cool.

All right, who cut this tail fin?

It's three-eighths of an inch too wide.
Come on, guys.

Sam, listen. We don't have much time.

- They moved Sophie.

Chances are they brought her to the plant.

Fi and Pearce are scouting
the perimeter now.

Well, they can stop looking,
'cause Kamba's got her.

- So she's still alive?
- Yeah, for now. But, Mike, look...

Joseph's in a killing mood.

He's paranoid about the delays, and he
brought the girl in to motivate Resnik.

Sam, listen. There might be a way out.

Do you think you can convince him
the delays aren't an accident...

that one of his own men has betrayed him?

Like a sabotage play?
Kind of a divide-and-conquer type thing?

I can tell the story, Mike, but I don't
think I can back it up from in here.

You remember Ukraine, '97?

You think that could work here?

- Yeah. Is 10 minutes enough time?
- I guess it'll have to be.

Okay. Thanks, brother.

- What's going on? We got a plan?
- Yeah.

Ten minutes from now,
don't be near any gas pipes.

Mike's gonna put on a little show
for our friend Kamba.

I'm gonna go meet with him now.

- Okay. What can we do?
- Is this thing about ready?

We have to solder a few more leads.

Good. Arm it.
Make sure it's ready to blow.

You, guard guy.

I got to talk to your boss. Now.

An electrified fence...

can't protect against someone
who has no need to breach it.

When you have a network of gas pipes
that run across property lines...

a well-placed block of C-4
on a gas main outside the fence...

can cause an explosive chain reaction...

inside whatever compound
that fence is protecting.

Was I unclear in my instructions?

No, sir, you were perfectly clear.

We, um...

We need to talk alone.

Oh, do we?

Sir, I know that I'm risking my life coming
here, but I have no reason to lie.

I just need a moment of your time.

Out. Everybody, now.

Sir, we got to talk about these delays.

Now, I know it's something
that you might not wanna hear...

but somebody is working against us,
someone on the inside.

From the inside. You mean one of my men.

Yes, sir. I don't know who or why,
but it's the only explanation...

'cause your men
are the only ones with access.

Tell me something.

Why would one of my men
board a boat in Liberia, cross an ocean...

help me build this place
and then betray me?

I don't know, sir. I'm just saying...
Things are going wrong...

and I don't think it's all accidents.

- One of your men is...
- You worry about the missile.

I'll worry about my men. There is no
sabotage here, just incompetence!

Sir, what's going on?

The gas lines! Somebody blew the gas lines!

Sir, you've got to believe me.

Whoever's behind this
is making their move right now.

- How do I know it wasn't you?
- Me? How the hell could it be me?

I'm stuck in the lab.

So it's just coincidence that all this happened
when you and your friend arrived here?

My friend and I are here
to do a job for money.

It doesn't get done, we don't get paid,
'cause we don't work for free.

So maybe...

it's Resnik.

Sir, please,
the last thing you wanna do right now...

is kill the only reason why that guy
is still building a missile for you.

So please, sir,
let's just try and salvage this situation.

But we need to go now
before the cops get here.

Fine.

We'll take her.

Why are you still standing there?
Go put out that fire now.

- But you said...
- And now I am saying go.

Now, go!

So, do you have a plan
to get the missile out?

The missile weighs 900 pounds. There's
no way we're getting it out of here.

- What?
- You don't need this missile.

You got us. We'll build you a new one.

It's true.
I can get you a lab, anything you want.

Don't hurt Sophie,
and I'll do whatever you want me to do.

- So what happens to that?
- That's the beautiful part.

We arm the warhead to blow
and leave it behind...

for whatever son of a bitch
was behind this whole fiasco.

That way you kill the rat and you get rid
of the evidence all in one move.

Fine. Do it!

Now, sir, when this is done...

we're gonna have to stay away
from your guards...

'cause at this point, we don't know
who's with you and who's against you.

We can shut the power down and sneak through
the section of the fence you just moved...

but we gotta do it now.

Okay. We got two minutes,
and this thing's gonna blow.

If any of you try to
escape, I shoot you all.

Now, go!

What's happening? What are you doing?

Never mind.
Go back to the lab, to the missile.

Go! All of you!

Now, move faster, or I
shoot her in the leg!

- All right. All right.
- He's watching us too closely to get the guns.

I thought you said that thing was
gonna blow in two minutes, man.

I set it for two minutes.
I don't know what's happening.

There must be something wrong.
I don't know what it is.

So now you see how I deal with my enemies.

Oh, yeah?

Drop it.

That's how we deal with our enemies.

Well, I just got off a very
unpleasant phone call with my superiors.

They wanted those weapon specs.

Come on, Pearce.
That was a pretty nasty missile.

I think it's best for everybody
that it's gone.

Yeah, about that.

They had a hard time believing...

that Joseph Kamba blew up his own missile.

Well, that's the thing
about crazy warlords.

Never know what kind
of crazy idea's just gonna...

Pop into their crazy, little warlord head.

Yeah.

Huh. The job got done...

but neither of you
made a lot of friends with this one.

Giving the C.I.A. Half of what they want
is a Sam Axe specialty.

What's gonna happen to Resnik
now that Kamba's been taken down?

I convinced the brass to unofficially help
get him and his daughter out of the country.

I'll say this much for you, Westen.

- You know how to run an op.
- What op? We were never here.

It's always difficult
eavesdropping on someone you know well...

or worse, someone you care about.

The closer you are to them...

the worse it feels to listen in
on their private moments.

Harder still is spying
on someone you love...

who's blatantly betraying you.

Ma, you don't have to do this.
I'm fine sitting here by myself.

It's okay.

I don't care how long it takes.

I planted that bug.
I wanna hear what he has to say.

I wanna know if it was all a lie.

It's never all a lie.

It's always more complicated than that.

I thought he had feelings for me.

Honestly, he probably did.

- Hello.
- You haven't returned my calls.

That's Anson on the other end.

I've done everything you've asked of me.

- When will it be enough?
- When I say it is.

- You did take my money after all.
- Yes.

I took your money.

And I feel terrible.

And I'd give it all back if I could.
I hurt this woman.

- And I think she's starting to suspect something.
- Now is not the time to panic.

- Do you understand?
- I understand.

- Did you get the package I sent you?
- Yeah, I got the package.

Package?

I don't see why I need
another wireless mike.

The one I have works just fine.

M... Michael, what's happening?

Yes.

I'm opening it.

Michael!