Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 3 - Last Rites - full transcript
Pearce asks Michael to track down her fiancé's killer. Fiona investigates who tried to kill her inside of prison.
My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until...
- [Man] We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
- [Whistles]
[Michael Narrating]
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.
- [Laughs]
- A trigger-happy 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.
And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.
That's how we do it, people.
Bottom line. As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
[Michael Narrating] In prison,
there is no such thing as good attention.
It's better to be a number
than to be known...
Take off her restraints.
Because with anonymity comes safety.
So whether you're dealing
with a fellow inmate...
a guard or the warden herself...
the last thing you want
is for your name to be on their mind.
Inmate Glenanne.
We have a room waiting for you
in Cellblock 9.
That is the wing for high-risk offenders.
See, I heard about the fight
between you and inmate Doneski.
So what we're going to do...
is have you sign a request
for protective custody...
and put you in the segregated wing.
I'd rather not.
I'm doing my best to help you right now.
High-profile prisoners
get special treatment around here...
not the good kind.
I appreciate your concern, Warden,
but I can take care of myself.
You got a death wish?
Play it out in someone else's facility.
Sign the damn form.
Well, it is my choice, isn't it?
Can't say I didn't try.
One more thing.
You have a visitor request
from Michael Westen.
I don't know how you
got privileges so quickly...
but if you want to sign this one...
he'll be on the list for Wednesday.
Hopefully you'll last that long.
[Michael Narrating]
When you've been marked for death...
hiding is a short-term strategy.
It might buy you time,
but it won't solve your problem.
To do that, you need contact.
It means exposing yourself
to more potential threats...
but it also means having the opportunity
to find potential allies.
Well, if it isn't
the newest resident of Cellblock 9.
- You're Ayn?
- That I am.
I heard you can get things.
Wine, cigarettes.
Or if you're into something stronger,
I can make that happen too.
It's why they call me Ayn...
"Anything you need."
Someone in here is trying to have me killed.
I need to find out who.
You wanna know who's trying to kill you?
Damn, girl.
You just skipped all over the small talk.
Whatever happened to "Where you from?
What you in for? How many years you get?"
Ireland, something I didn't do,
God knows how long.
Can you help me?
Info like that doesn't come cheap.
Name a price.
See, now, that's where you being new
creates a problem.
Money around here's canteen credits.
You don't have any.
I'm sure there are other ways
to make it worth your while.
There's always favor for a favor...
but I doubt you wanna go there.
Try me.
Dude, you've checked your watch three times
in the last 30 seconds.
It's still... 10:05, okay? Relax.
Pearce sounded a little off on the phone.
She specifically asked to meet here, not
the office, which means something's wrong.
Or she knows you're about to visit Fi
and she's got news about Anson.
Maybe she found the son of a bitch.
Maybe Fi's about to be released.
Oh, I could be wrong.
Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.
- What's going on?
- I, uh...
[Shaky Voice]
I honestly don't know where to start.
Why don't you start from the beginning?
I came back from lunch yesterday.
There was a message on my phone.
- [Beeps]
- Agent Pearce, this is Anson Fullerton.
You've been making life
awfully hard for me lately.
I'm sure Michael's
filled your head with lies...
but I am not the monster
he makes me out to be...
and to prove it,
I'd like to offer you an olive branch.
I had a chance to read
your personnel file...
and I noticed you spent many years...
trying to find out
what happened to Jay Tunberg.
- I'd like to help.
- [Beeps]
The hell's he talking about?
Jay and Pearce were engaged.
Oh. I'm sorry.
This was waiting for me at home.
His name is Ahmed Damour.
Meet the man who murdered my fiance.
It's all right there.
Jay was working undercover...
gathering intelligence
on the Syrian military.
His cover got blown, and before they could
pull him out, Ahmed killed him.
And the best part... Now he's the C.
I.A. Asset.
He's getting rich selling us
the same intel he stole from Jay...
and we're protecting him.
So this murderer's living the high life
in Bermuda on the Agency's dime.
That is nice work if you can get it.
Talk to your boss about it yet?
Oh, no, I can't. I'm not even
supposed to know that file exists.
They'd just order me to let it go,
but I can't do that.
Has it occurred to you that Anson knew Ahmed
was protected when he dropped his name?
He knows you're helping us
get Fi out of prison.
He wants you to throw your career away.
I get it, Westen, but some things
are more important than a career.
You're not the only person
who ever lost somebody.
So what? What?
It's an eye for an eye now?
Come on, Pearce. That's not you.
It is when that's the only option.
[Michael]
Pearce, it's not the only option.
The Agency is only protecting Ahmed
until they get their intelligence.
We take away those secrets,
we take away his protection.
He goes down. You don't.
We can help you do that. I promise.
Hate to say it, Mike...
but I think your mouth wrote
a check that your butt can't cash.
You see the section here...
where the C. I.A. Says
Ahmed is untouchable?
I think that means, you
know, "no touching."
Maybe you missed this page.
The C. I.A. Doesn't care about Ahmed.
They care about the intel.
He's got all the files on a hard drive.
Once we find that drive, we turn it over
to the C. I.A. They'll wrap him up.
Yeah, no, I definitely saw that page,
just like I saw this one here.
Agency sent a team into his Bermuda compound
back in '08 looking for the hard drive.
They didn't find it.
What makes you think we can?
Sam, if I don't help Pearce,
she's gonna ruin her career.
Without her at the Agency,
I'll never get Fi out of prison.
Okay, well, wait.
Says here the guy's
getting ready to take a cruise.
Maybe you isolate him on the boat,
make him think that he's sick.
If he doesn't think he's gonna make it...
- He's gonna start talking.
- And the first person he'll call is...
- his son, Sharif, back in Bermuda.
- His son, Sharif.
- It's perfect, Sam.
- So perfect, it's not gonna work.
We don't have the manpower.
You got to have three on the cruise,
three on the land side.
And if the C. I.A. Can't know about this,
they're not gonna pitch in.
- I can get you a team.
- [Chuckles] Ohh!
Who? Nate and your ma?
[Laughs]
Wow. You're not kidding, are you?
Look, Mike, nothing against
the Westen clan...
but I'm gonna be real glad
when we get Fi out of the clink.
[Cell Door Slams]
Just pick a book, bitch.
You know you can't read.
[Buzzer Sounds]
Press on, honey.
Is there anything you can't get in here?
If the price was right...
I could stage a Beatles reunion concert
in the main yard.
All I need is a name.
Yes, you do, and a pricey one at that.
I'm all ears.
Tomorrow at 2:15,
I need that door locked tight...
and I need it to stay that way
for about two minutes.
You do me that favor, and I'll help you
find out who's trying to kill you.
Doing it without getting caught
would be almost impossible.
I can't risk going to segregation.
I thought that might be a deal breaker.
No hard feelings, honey.
I said "almost impossible."
Get me these supplies, it's a deal.
- That's a hell of a shopping list.
- It's a hell of a favor.
Magnesium? Overnight?
Honey, I'm good, but I'm not magic.
What about a sparkler?
[Laughs]
You know, this breaks one of my rules...
but I might decide to like you, criminal.
So when we're following this Sharif kid
all over Bermuda, where you gonna be?
I'm gonna be on a cruise
with his dad, Ahmed.
Trust me. It's not for pleasure.
Okay, you've got your cover I.D.'s,
tickets, traveler's checks.
You're on the 9:25 out of Miami.
Sam will go over the
rest when you get there.
And is he going to tell us
what this is really about?
Ahmed has valuable information,
and we need to get it back.
I heard that part.
If this was just about stolen secrets,
you wouldn't need Nate and me.
Come on, Mom. You know how this works.
The details are probably,
like, classified or whatever.
Can't you just be happy helping out Mike?
This isn't watering someone's plants
while they're out of town.
You're asking us to fly to another country
with a fake I. D...
dealing with spies at the drop of a hat.
I want to know why.
Is this about Fi?
No, Mrs. Westen. This is about me.
Ahmed didn't just steal information.
He killed my fiance.
But the C. I.A. Doesn't know
we're going after him.
If you don't feel
comfortable coming along...
- I totally...
- Honey, please, just stop.
I'll do it.
- [Chattering]
- [Ship Horn Blows]
[Michael Narrating]
Effective interrogations take many forms...
but usually include three key elements.
First, you need a target
with the intel you're after.
Then you need an interrogation team.
Their job is to secure the target...
and do whatever it takes
to obtain actionable intelligence.
But getting useful information doesn't
matter if you can't move on it.
Which is why you need
a support team in the field.
Okay, Mike, you got the murderer.
We'll get the son of a murderer.
Hope you took your Dramamine.
Thanks, Sam.
We'll call you when we have something.
And, of course,
the whole system breaks down...
if someone kills the target
before he can talk.
Pearce, you should look like
you're ready for a fun vacation...
not trying to kill someone.
I just want that son of a bitch
to suffer like Jay did.
Don't worry. In about six hours,
Ahmed will wish he was dead...
but the plan only works
if you can hold it together.
This better?
Yes.
[Horn Blows]
Look, we need to run a stat blood series.
Stat blood series... C.B.C.,
C. M.P., P.T. And a P.T. T...
Don't forget a B.L.T.
And a P.B. & J., A.S.A.P.
[Chuckles]
Fiona usually would help me with this.
You're good, man. You sound like an
infectious-disease specialist. You got it.
Hope you got that prazosin ready.
Ready to make a grown man cry.
Where's Ahmed?
In the casino, playing craps...
making sure all the ladies
see his $50,000 Rolex.
- It's disgusting.
- Pearce.
I'm smiling. See?
We do have one little complication though.
Ahmed's bodyguard is hovering around him
like a helicopter mom.
The guy does everything for him,
including getting his drinks...
so if we're gonna poison him there, we might
need you to give us an extra distraction.
I would love to, but we can't risk Ahmed
seeing me before he's in the infirmary.
- Jesse can sell this.
- Please.
I could do this by myself if I had to.
Go get your party dress on.
[Man]
Place your bets. Place your bets.
[Crowd Ahhing]
[Jesse Laughs]
It's all how you shake 'em.
You got to let them know you love 'em.
All right.
How about a little kiss for luck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You see what I did?
You let them know you love 'em. I love you.
And if you love something,
what do you do? You set it free!
Boom! That is how you throw the bones,
my friends!
I hope you enjoyed my drink.
- That's $100 a shot, you idiot.
- My bad, man.
There's still a little bit left.
Do you wanna finish it?
Next round's on me. Okay, was that Jack?
Old Crow? What you got?
Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
Ooh, excuse me, mister.
Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
Sexiness!
Can we get a nice, fresh refill for my man?
- Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
- I'll get it.
[Michael Narrating] Personal bodyguards
are specifically trained...
to identify and prioritize
potential threats...
Johnnie Walker Blue.
Which means getting their attention
is usually as easy...
as becoming the most
immediate threat in the area.
You know what? Give me those. My turn.
- You got bad juju.
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
[Jesse] I'll tell you what I'm not doing.
I'm not trying to sit here...
and see how many times
one man can roll snake eyes, okay?
You had your turn. Give them to me.
You know what? Fine, fine. You want
to burn down the house? Have at it.
I'm pulling the rip cord, baby.
Poof!
[Chuckles]
- How long till he drops?
- It depends on how fast he drinks his... drink.
Shouldn't be long.
[Michael Narrating]
The difference between a drug...
being called "medicine"or "poison"
comes down to one thing... dosage.
The recommended amount of prazosin...
will effectively regulate blood pressure...
but taking too much
will trigger side effects...
that mimic the symptoms
of an extreme viral infection.
Once they kick in...
instead of doubling down,
you'll be falling down.
That's a good look for him.
- Oh, more pleasure reading, huh?
- Yeah.
I love reading The Principles and Practices
of Infectious Disease Control...
in my spare time.
Well, you're gonna have to tear yourself away.
It's time to roll.
We just checked out the infirmary.
Whole lot of nervous people down there...
trying to figure out
what's wrong with Ahmed.
Perfect. Let's fill in the blanks.
I still wish there was a way
you didn't actually have to take those.
[Laughs]
You and me both, sister.
But the disease
is supposed to be infectious...
and I can't fake a fever,
increased heart rate and dilated pupils.
At least I only have to take it once.
Mike, can you water me, please?
Jesse, I can't thank you enough.
Yeah, well, just try to keep me
away from that long tunnel...
with the bright light
at the end of it, will you?
Where's the ship's doctor?
We need help here.
- I'm Dr. Winnick. What happened?
- Dr. Winnick...
I'm Dr. George Penderson, C.D.C.
My wife, Jeannie, and I heard passengers
screaming for a doctor.
We found this man
convulsing in the hallway.
His name is Jamaal Howard, age 36.
No medical alert, I.D.'s or cards.
They said he was complaining
of blurry vision and dizziness.
- [Groans]
- [Michael] He's got elevated temp and heart palpitations.
Get him set up in sick bay 2.
Get his vitals, and get him on O2.
- Yes, Doctor. Go, go, go.
- [Woman] Let's move him in here.
What?
We have a passenger who came in
with the same symptoms.
- How long ago exactly?
- About nine hours or so.
Why? What are you thinking?
You've got a serious problem on your hands.
Something's going around,
and it's not food poisoning.
Based on the symptoms, it's meningococcal.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, thank you for bringing him in,
Dr. Penderson. We can take it from here.
Can you? Have you ever implemented
quarantine protocol?
- Well, no...
- Well, I have... on three different continents.
And trust me. You don't want to be
on the hook for a full-scale outbreak.
You're lucky it's not airborne.
You still have a chance,
but you're gonna need our help.
Wait a minute, Dr. Penderson.
This is my infirmary. I call the shots.
I'm sorry.
I'm... not trying to big-dog anybody.
I'm C.D.C. It's just
what I do for a living.
Use me. I'll treat the infected patients.
You just take care of the rest of the ship.
Yes, but the ship regulations require me...
It's your call.
You make the wrong one, people die.
Listen up, everybody.
This infirmary is now in quarantine.
Kim, I want you to set up a temporary
exam room across the hall, stat.
This area is now off-limits
until Dr. Penderson says otherwise.
- Come on! Let's go! Let's move!
- [Woman] All right!
[Michael]
I need you to run a stat blood series...
including a C. M.P., C.B.C., P.T.
And a P.T.T.
That man you brought in.
[Michael] You know him?
I saw him at the casino last night.
He took my drink.
He drank from your glass?
That must be how you infected him.
What?
Mr. Damour, my name is Dr. Penderson.
I believe you've been infected
by a highly contagious...
and very deadly strain of meningitis.
And it looks like you
gave it to Mr. Howard.
Wh-What are you saying?
First of all, it means
you're under quarantine.
You... You need to wait outside.
We'll test you and seclude you
until we know you're clean.
- No. W-Wait, wait.
- [Door Closes]
- Did you say "deadly"?
- Don't worry.
We'll do all that we can.
Now, I need a list of everyone
you've been in close contact with...
in the last 48 hours.
My son, Sharif.
Doctor, we've got Mr. Howard stabilized.
Thank you.
This is my wife, Jeannie.
Don't worry. We're going to take
good care of you, Mr. Damour.
Now, I need you to call your son.
We'll have someone sent out
to your home to test him.
Not my house. I'll have him meet them.
It's better that way.
I don't think you understand
what's at stake here.
I'm a very private man. I can't have
strangers coming into my house.
Mr. Damour, in situations like this...
the most important thing
is finding the origin of the infection.
If it's in your home,
your son is in grave danger.
We're not trying to invade your privacy.
We just want to do what's best
for you and your son.
[Sighs]
Fine, fine, fine. I'll tell Sharif.
Good.
[Chattering]
They got a saying in here...
Never turn your back on an open cell door.
Oh, look at you.
You got your own little
early detection system.
Six-pack, three cans of tuna...
plaster, a nail file and
your damn sparkler.
You know how hard it is
to get fireworks this time of year?
I need one more thing.
The guards change shift every day at 2:15.
And I take my afternoon tea at 4:00.
What's your point?
Why do you need me
to clear them off the block at that time?
I'm throwing a party, and I can't have
a guard interrupting the fun.
If this is a hit, then I'm out.
You really think you're in a position
to call the shots here?
Or maybe you just don't care
who's trying to kill you anymore.
That it?
Oh, I care, but there is
a line that I don't cross for anyone, Ayn.
That's why I'm here in the first place.
Oh. And here I thought
you were in here for murder.
Okay, criminal.
Can't promise everyone's
gonna end up smiling...
but nobody's gonna end up dead.
Convict's word. You still in?
In.
[Michael Narrating] One of the
easiest and most efficient ways...
to make incendiary devices...
begins with mixing aluminum powder
and plaster of paris.
Once dry, it burns at
about 3,000 degrees...
and can melt solid steel in under a minute.
It's also completely stable
and safe to store until it's lit...
which is important because nobody should
handle a deadly incendiary...
without a good night's sleep.
[Nate] Hi. We're from W.H.O.,
here to see Sharif Damour.
- [Man On Speaker] One moment, please.
- [Sam] Okay, Maddy, remember.
When we get in there, you got to keep
this guy Sharif busy long enough...
for us to find the office
and bug the phone.
Didn't you say this guy's
some kind of a sociopath?
Yeah, he does have a few assaults
on his rap sheet...
but he seems to prefer
beating up waiters and call girls.
Mom, you're pretending to be a nurse.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
- [Radio Squawks]
- Okay, and we are transmitting.
Maddy, that's for you.
You want me to get him to wear this?
You said it was a watch.
Why didn't you just
ask me to tie a brick around his wrist?
Maddy, I'm sorry, but it's got to be
big enough to hold a G.P. S...
so it's either that or we convince him
that pagers are back in style.
Let's do it.
- [Game Announcer Chattering]
- [TV Off]
- You the outbreak people?
- [Sam] Yes, sir. Dr. Chuck Finley.
Where's your little astronaut suits?
Uh, well, the virus isn't airborne.
Well, you sure scared
the hell out of my father.
He made it sound like the guys from E. T.
Were on their way.
- [Hands Clap]
- Yalla. Let's go. Let's get this over with.
We'll move as fast as we can, Mr. Damour...
but we need
comprehensive sampling of this house...
and you need to be examined immediately.
- Shelly, he's all yours.
- Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on.
He'll go with you,
make sure you don't get lost.
Don't worry. We'll move as fast as we can.
I'm telling you this is a waste of time.
Do I look sick, huh?
- Come on. I take care of mys...
- Open your mouth.
You look fine now,
but changes happen quickly with meningitis.
[Michael Narrating] Hiding trackers
in accessories is a go-to trick for spies.
Jewelry and watches are
attractive options...
but there's always a risk
they'll clash with the target's outfit...
and get left at home.
105 beats a minute.
- Is that bad?
- I'm gonna have to ask you to wear a monitor.
On the other hand, a tracker that the
target believes might save his life...
is always in fashion.
- At all times.
- What do you mean, "all time"?
- What if I go to a club?
- You wear it.
- In the shower?
- At all times.
Well, that's ridiculous.
If my heart speeds up, I'll feel it.
Really? Most people don't feel their
heartbeat until it hits, oh, around 130.
And by then, you will have
swelling of the brain...
subcutaneous hemorrhaging...
and will be convulsing so hard
you will not be able to dial a phone.
Fine, fine.
[Speaks Arabic]
Just... until the test results come back.
This room is clear. Any positives?
Nope.
- This room's off-limits.
- Oh, really?
Well, I'm thinking that the virus
didn't get that memo.
We have to check everything.
[Nate] Excuse me, sir.
[Michael Narrating]
Gram staining is a method of testing...
for the presence
of certain types of bacteria.
Positive results turn purple.
Negative results turn pink.
If you need a positive result
on a Gram test...
there's no need to bring in
a lethal microorganism.
A little yogurt will do the job.
And, of course, no matter
what color a slide turns...
nothing sells "scary" like a big reaction.
Oh, my God. Look at that reading.
Have you been in this room recently?
Why are you still standing there?
Get to the nurse!
- Go!
- Go!
- Wire it quick, Nate.
- Going as fast as I can.
Look up. Down.
Right.
Left. Right again.
What is this, dance class?
Enough of these tests.
- These are necessary, Mr. Damour.
- No. I'm done.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What happened to our guests?
They think I might be infected.
They said to come see Nurse Shelly.
- And you left them where?
- In the office.
You left them in my father's office?
[Arabic] Stupid!
- Stupid!
- Mr. Damour, we're not finished!
No, this exam is over.
- Whoa, you can't go in there.
- No, you can't be in there.
- Sir, it's dangerous!
- Get out of my way! Get out of my way!
What the hell are you doing
taking apart that telephone, huh?
- Come on.
- I'll tell you what he's doing.
He's handling some highly infectious bacteria.
That's what he's doing.
- You got to take it apart to check it.
- Exactly.
I mean, this thing is filled with bugs,
and I'm talking nasty stuff.
Have you used this phone?
- Maybe a few times.
- [Sighs]
Okay.
Then I suggest you pray.
Pray.
Grab the gear, Chuck.
I'll meet you outside.
Oh, more Jell-O. Delightful.
Sorry. You get what Ahmed gets.
[Exhales] How's it coming?
- Let's see.
- [Beeps]
- Testing, testing.
- [Echoing Over Walkie-talkie] Testing, testing.
I want real food. One, two, three.
- I want real food. Broadcast quality.
- [Beeps]
Now that we've got a tracker on Sharif...
you and Mike can give Ahmed one final push.
Yeah, you know,
maybe it's best if Michael finishes this.
- I'm not sure I can...
- No, no, no. Hey.
Don't start talking like that. Not now.
I am trying not to. I really am.
But I feel like
if I go in there one more time...
I'll kill him or break down completely.
Pearce, I know this is a rough one.
You got to figure out a way to hold
it together, okay? We're almost done.
- You don't understand.
- I don't? My mom was on the wrong end of a stickup.
They never found the guy that killed her.
First thing I think of every day is her.
The second thing is how I wish I can get
the guy that did it. You have that chance.
Dani, look at me.
- Ooh!
- You're gonna finish this.
If you don't, you'll regret it
for the rest of your life. Trust me.
I know.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- You ready to bring this home, or what?
- Yes.
Good. 'Cause I'm sick of this damn Jell-O.
Stop whining, Porter.
You sound like a little girl.
[Monitor Beeping]
Have you heard anything about my son?
Is he infected?
We're still waiting to find out...
but Sharif isn't showing
any symptoms for now.
Mr. Damour, we just got
the results on the samples from your house.
I don't know how to ask you this...
but do you know of anyone who would want
to hurt you intentionally?
- What are you saying?
- The strain of the virus they identified is... man-made.
Our techs found abnormally
high concentrations...
on your phone, your car keys,
your toothbrush.
Someone deliberately infected me? Who?
We don't know, but, unfortunately,
that is not the worst part of it.
There's no easy way to say this.
I'm afraid your condition
has advanced beyond the point...
of us being able to help you, and...
you're not going to make it.
You mean I might not.
There are miracles... sometimes.
- But with something like this...
- Get out. Get out!
I don't want to see you.
Please. There must be something you can do.
Mr. Damour, I know this is tough to hear,
but Dr. Penderson's right.
How much time?
If there's anything you need to take
care of, anyone you need to talk to...
now is the time.
[Door Closes]
[Sharif] That's impossible.
They said you were sick, not dying.
- Can't they give you medicine?
- [Ahmed] They found the virus all over my things.
Whoever it was, they
were trying to kill me.
I don't understand.
Who would do this to you? Why?
I don't know. No one knows.
It was probably the C. I.A.
They've always hated me.
It doesn't matter now.
I want to make sure that you're...
Wait. Are you...
Are you saying y-you're not coming home?
Sharif! Answer me.
Do you remember what to do?
Yes! I remember.
Good. I want you to secure your future.
I want you to do it now.
I will. Where are the files?
They're at Habibi's place.
Fourth shelf of the Remline chest.
- How soon can you get there?
- I'll go first thing tomorrow, Papa.
Good. And call me when it's done.
I will.
[Chattering]
Hey, criminal.
Don't you have an errand to run?
Shh. You're breaking my concentration.
[Michael Narrating]
Sabotage is best done in private...
when no one is around to see it.
If you don't have that luxury,
you have to take certain precautions.
It's crucial to conceal
the real reason for your movements...
so that people don't get suspicious.
You know,
I could use an extra blanket in my cell.
Requests have to be made on Monday
to the unit manager, Glenanne.
[Fiona] Well, what am I gonna do
till then, huh? Hello.
Wait. Are you telling me...
that I have to spend
another week freezing my ass off in here?
[Michael Narrating] It's also a good idea
to use time-delay devices...
so that when the fun starts,
you'll be nowhere near it.
You still haven't moved.
[Clamoring]
- [Man] What's going on?
- The door's jammed.
I can't get it open. Code 6! Code 6!
Cellblock 9! Officer needs assistance!
[Clamoring Continues]
- All this for a robbery?
- Robbery?
You think I need those scraps?
This was business, honey.
My little friend over there got the notion
she could open up shop on my block.
I had to let her know that market
conditions weren't conducive to expansion.
- Breaching!
- [Clamoring]
Hands down, goddamn it!
[Woman]
Hands on your sides! Eyes forward!
[Man]
This block's on lockdown. Line up!
We got some action.
Doesn't look like Junior's
planning on coming back anytime soon.
Too bad the guy
doesn't know his final destination.
You don't have to pack
that heavy for Gitmo.
[Car Starts]
Hold your little horses.
We're not going anywhere.
Don't wanna be up the guy's butt.
'Cause then what happens? He sees you.
We lose our chance of getting
that top-secret intel.
[Beeping]
Now we can go.
- [Sam] Okay, they definitely pulled in.
- [Beeps]
Right there.
- Keeping their top-secret files in a boathouse?
- Yeah, it's not a bad plan.
Put all your top-secret goodies
in the same place as your go-fast boat.
Makes it easy to blow town.
And that's why we're gonna
bust in on their ass...
and make sure that doesn't happen, right?
Yes, Nate, but when you
say things like that...
try and say 'em like you understand
how dangerous they are.
Let's do it.
[Michael Narrating] A successful ambush
can end a battle before it ever begins.
To pull one off, you
need two key factors...
the element of surprise
and superior positioning.
Okay, Nate, you follow my lead.
You don't make a move
until you see the intel.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
The best staging areas
offer a clear view of your target...
while providing plenty of cover for you.
Not yet.
Of course it doesn't matter
how good your position is...
if you're the one who gets surprised.
[Nate]
What the hell is going on?
Shh. Just get down.
Sharif. It's a glorious day, no?
- I've had better.
- What? Smile.
You're about to be a rich man.
Shall we toast?
- No time for drinks, Yevgeni.
- As you wish, friend.
Go on.
First, we verify.
Then we pay.
- Who are these guys?
- Well, Nate, I'm no expert...
but it looks like Sharif
is making a deal with some Russians.
Russians? Why would
Russians want those files?
These guys are working for themselves,
not the country.
I mean, this is business.
Okay, what's our next move?
We don't have one.
Come on. Come on.
[Beeping]
That was quick, Sam.
Yeah, Mike. This is not the victory call.
This is the "you-know-what
hitting the fan" call.
Sharif is making a deal with a crew
of F.S.B. Rejects. It's going on right now.
- Russians?
- Yeah. It's like a Cold War class reunion.
Can you put the brakes on it?
It's five against two,
and they're packing more heat than we are.
But, you know, sure.
What the hell? We can try.
No, Sam. Sit tight. It's too dangerous.
[Beeps]
So, they're gonna do what?
Just sit there and let Sharif
sail away with even more money?
- They make a move, they're dead.
- Then we have to make a move.
We will, but not right now.
We have to hold off until...
No, we are not holding off.
We are ending this right now.
Pearce, what do you think you're doing?
I have a play here, Westen.
Back me up or stay out of the way.
[Sighs]
[Pearce]
I don't care, George! He deserves to know!
- Honey.
- If you won't tell him, I will.
Tell me what?
My husband got a call from the C.D.C.
They've traced the origin of your virus.
It... It's classified information.
- We've been ordered not to tell you.
- Please.
Whatever it is, I'm dying. I need to know.
My feelings exactly.
The virus you have is known
as the St. Petersburg strain.
George?
It's weaponized.
It was developed by the F.S.B.,
Russian intelligence.
Russian? Are you sure of this?
Positive. The protein signatures
leave no doubt.
Get out. Please. I need to make a call.
- [Grunting]
- [Beeping]
[Cell Phone Rings]
- I have to take this.
- [Beeps]
Hello, Papa.
Did he say "Papa"?
I think they're making
a play back on the boat.
I'm fine. I'm at Habibi's.
- We're doing the deal right now.
- No, Sharif.
It was them.
It was not the C. I.A. It was the Russians!
- How do you know?
- The doctors traced the virus.
It was the F.S.B.
Those dogs planned this whole thing out!
They're killing me for the files.
You need to get out. Now!
Don't worry, Papa.
I'll make sure I tell them you said hello.
- [Cell Phone Beeps]
- That was Ahmed?
How is he?
He's doing quite well, considering.
He said to give you a message.
- [Automatic Gunfire]
- [Men Shouting]
Okay, Nate, it's time for us
to get in the game.
- Be ready.
- For what?
When I get close, shoot in the air.
[Groans]
[Groans]
Huh?
Oh.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Yevgeni, maybe you will see
my father in hell, huh?
[Gunshot]
[Grunts]
Nate, I said, "Shoot in the air."
- You didn't say, "Up in the air."
- [Cell Phone Rings, Beeps]
Yeah, Mike. This is the victory call.
We got good guys up,
bad guys down and the files in hand.
[Beeps]
It's been too long.
My son should have called by now.
It's a terrible feeling, isn't it?
I used to talk to my fiance twice a day.
Then one day, he didn't call.
That's how I knew something was wrong.
He was a scientist working in Paris.
The last time I spoke to him,
he was filing a report...
about a Syrian satellite installation
outside Masyaf.
You.
Yes.
Me.
- I was just trying to scare him.
- You shot him in the back.
- It was a mistake.
- No!
It was a choice.
And for every choice, there's a price.
So the price is you
killing me with this virus?
No.
There's no virus.
We have the information
you murdered Jay for.
We have your son...
and we have you.
I'm not killing you, Ahmed...
but believe me...
your life is over.
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
I wish you'd relax, criminal.
Wears me out just looking at you.
Just tell me you got something.
Whoever it is tried to kill you
was working with a dirty-ass guard.
- Well, what's his name?
- Hold on now.
Before I provide that
information, you need......
Quit with the games.
You tell me his name now.
Easy now.
I'm trying to protect both of us here.
Can't have you broadcasting a guard's name
over the visiting room phone.
Okay?
Just write down what you want
your boyfriend to know.
I'll make sure it gets delivered.
Works better for both of us.
Sorry.
Yeah, well...
place changes all of us sooner or later.
Looks like sooner for you.
[Door Buzzes]
Now you see why I never wear orange.
You look beautiful.
I'm gonna get you out. I promise you that.
And we're... We're getting close.
- The C. I. A...
- I love you too, Michael.
We don't have much time.
I don't wanna talk about that.
You know what I was thinking about
the other day?
That little dingy bar in Belfast...
the Black Sand Pub.
You mean where we met.
And I made the mistake of asking...
[Irish Accent]
"Would you like to dance?"
Then you pulled a snub-nose revolver on me.
That I did.
- And you said...
- "I assume that means yes."
[Woman]
Take my hand and I will pull you through
[Chattering, Low]
The light is gone,
but I am still here with you
And can you feel me
Feel my reach?
Oh, honey, take it easy
Honey, just feel
[Fades]
[Man On P.A., Indistinct]
Excuse me, sir. You dropped that.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.
[Fiona's Voice] Michael, someone is trying
to have me killed in here.
On the back of this note, you'll find the name
and address of a guard who's working with them.
Do what you can. Please hurry.
I used to be a spy until...
- [Man] We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
- [Whistles]
[Michael Narrating]
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.
- [Laughs]
- A trigger-happy 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.
And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.
That's how we do it, people.
Bottom line. As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
[Michael Narrating] In prison,
there is no such thing as good attention.
It's better to be a number
than to be known...
Take off her restraints.
Because with anonymity comes safety.
So whether you're dealing
with a fellow inmate...
a guard or the warden herself...
the last thing you want
is for your name to be on their mind.
Inmate Glenanne.
We have a room waiting for you
in Cellblock 9.
That is the wing for high-risk offenders.
See, I heard about the fight
between you and inmate Doneski.
So what we're going to do...
is have you sign a request
for protective custody...
and put you in the segregated wing.
I'd rather not.
I'm doing my best to help you right now.
High-profile prisoners
get special treatment around here...
not the good kind.
I appreciate your concern, Warden,
but I can take care of myself.
You got a death wish?
Play it out in someone else's facility.
Sign the damn form.
Well, it is my choice, isn't it?
Can't say I didn't try.
One more thing.
You have a visitor request
from Michael Westen.
I don't know how you
got privileges so quickly...
but if you want to sign this one...
he'll be on the list for Wednesday.
Hopefully you'll last that long.
[Michael Narrating]
When you've been marked for death...
hiding is a short-term strategy.
It might buy you time,
but it won't solve your problem.
To do that, you need contact.
It means exposing yourself
to more potential threats...
but it also means having the opportunity
to find potential allies.
Well, if it isn't
the newest resident of Cellblock 9.
- You're Ayn?
- That I am.
I heard you can get things.
Wine, cigarettes.
Or if you're into something stronger,
I can make that happen too.
It's why they call me Ayn...
"Anything you need."
Someone in here is trying to have me killed.
I need to find out who.
You wanna know who's trying to kill you?
Damn, girl.
You just skipped all over the small talk.
Whatever happened to "Where you from?
What you in for? How many years you get?"
Ireland, something I didn't do,
God knows how long.
Can you help me?
Info like that doesn't come cheap.
Name a price.
See, now, that's where you being new
creates a problem.
Money around here's canteen credits.
You don't have any.
I'm sure there are other ways
to make it worth your while.
There's always favor for a favor...
but I doubt you wanna go there.
Try me.
Dude, you've checked your watch three times
in the last 30 seconds.
It's still... 10:05, okay? Relax.
Pearce sounded a little off on the phone.
She specifically asked to meet here, not
the office, which means something's wrong.
Or she knows you're about to visit Fi
and she's got news about Anson.
Maybe she found the son of a bitch.
Maybe Fi's about to be released.
Oh, I could be wrong.
Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.
- What's going on?
- I, uh...
[Shaky Voice]
I honestly don't know where to start.
Why don't you start from the beginning?
I came back from lunch yesterday.
There was a message on my phone.
- [Beeps]
- Agent Pearce, this is Anson Fullerton.
You've been making life
awfully hard for me lately.
I'm sure Michael's
filled your head with lies...
but I am not the monster
he makes me out to be...
and to prove it,
I'd like to offer you an olive branch.
I had a chance to read
your personnel file...
and I noticed you spent many years...
trying to find out
what happened to Jay Tunberg.
- I'd like to help.
- [Beeps]
The hell's he talking about?
Jay and Pearce were engaged.
Oh. I'm sorry.
This was waiting for me at home.
His name is Ahmed Damour.
Meet the man who murdered my fiance.
It's all right there.
Jay was working undercover...
gathering intelligence
on the Syrian military.
His cover got blown, and before they could
pull him out, Ahmed killed him.
And the best part... Now he's the C.
I.A. Asset.
He's getting rich selling us
the same intel he stole from Jay...
and we're protecting him.
So this murderer's living the high life
in Bermuda on the Agency's dime.
That is nice work if you can get it.
Talk to your boss about it yet?
Oh, no, I can't. I'm not even
supposed to know that file exists.
They'd just order me to let it go,
but I can't do that.
Has it occurred to you that Anson knew Ahmed
was protected when he dropped his name?
He knows you're helping us
get Fi out of prison.
He wants you to throw your career away.
I get it, Westen, but some things
are more important than a career.
You're not the only person
who ever lost somebody.
So what? What?
It's an eye for an eye now?
Come on, Pearce. That's not you.
It is when that's the only option.
[Michael]
Pearce, it's not the only option.
The Agency is only protecting Ahmed
until they get their intelligence.
We take away those secrets,
we take away his protection.
He goes down. You don't.
We can help you do that. I promise.
Hate to say it, Mike...
but I think your mouth wrote
a check that your butt can't cash.
You see the section here...
where the C. I.A. Says
Ahmed is untouchable?
I think that means, you
know, "no touching."
Maybe you missed this page.
The C. I.A. Doesn't care about Ahmed.
They care about the intel.
He's got all the files on a hard drive.
Once we find that drive, we turn it over
to the C. I.A. They'll wrap him up.
Yeah, no, I definitely saw that page,
just like I saw this one here.
Agency sent a team into his Bermuda compound
back in '08 looking for the hard drive.
They didn't find it.
What makes you think we can?
Sam, if I don't help Pearce,
she's gonna ruin her career.
Without her at the Agency,
I'll never get Fi out of prison.
Okay, well, wait.
Says here the guy's
getting ready to take a cruise.
Maybe you isolate him on the boat,
make him think that he's sick.
If he doesn't think he's gonna make it...
- He's gonna start talking.
- And the first person he'll call is...
- his son, Sharif, back in Bermuda.
- His son, Sharif.
- It's perfect, Sam.
- So perfect, it's not gonna work.
We don't have the manpower.
You got to have three on the cruise,
three on the land side.
And if the C. I.A. Can't know about this,
they're not gonna pitch in.
- I can get you a team.
- [Chuckles] Ohh!
Who? Nate and your ma?
[Laughs]
Wow. You're not kidding, are you?
Look, Mike, nothing against
the Westen clan...
but I'm gonna be real glad
when we get Fi out of the clink.
[Cell Door Slams]
Just pick a book, bitch.
You know you can't read.
[Buzzer Sounds]
Press on, honey.
Is there anything you can't get in here?
If the price was right...
I could stage a Beatles reunion concert
in the main yard.
All I need is a name.
Yes, you do, and a pricey one at that.
I'm all ears.
Tomorrow at 2:15,
I need that door locked tight...
and I need it to stay that way
for about two minutes.
You do me that favor, and I'll help you
find out who's trying to kill you.
Doing it without getting caught
would be almost impossible.
I can't risk going to segregation.
I thought that might be a deal breaker.
No hard feelings, honey.
I said "almost impossible."
Get me these supplies, it's a deal.
- That's a hell of a shopping list.
- It's a hell of a favor.
Magnesium? Overnight?
Honey, I'm good, but I'm not magic.
What about a sparkler?
[Laughs]
You know, this breaks one of my rules...
but I might decide to like you, criminal.
So when we're following this Sharif kid
all over Bermuda, where you gonna be?
I'm gonna be on a cruise
with his dad, Ahmed.
Trust me. It's not for pleasure.
Okay, you've got your cover I.D.'s,
tickets, traveler's checks.
You're on the 9:25 out of Miami.
Sam will go over the
rest when you get there.
And is he going to tell us
what this is really about?
Ahmed has valuable information,
and we need to get it back.
I heard that part.
If this was just about stolen secrets,
you wouldn't need Nate and me.
Come on, Mom. You know how this works.
The details are probably,
like, classified or whatever.
Can't you just be happy helping out Mike?
This isn't watering someone's plants
while they're out of town.
You're asking us to fly to another country
with a fake I. D...
dealing with spies at the drop of a hat.
I want to know why.
Is this about Fi?
No, Mrs. Westen. This is about me.
Ahmed didn't just steal information.
He killed my fiance.
But the C. I.A. Doesn't know
we're going after him.
If you don't feel
comfortable coming along...
- I totally...
- Honey, please, just stop.
I'll do it.
- [Chattering]
- [Ship Horn Blows]
[Michael Narrating]
Effective interrogations take many forms...
but usually include three key elements.
First, you need a target
with the intel you're after.
Then you need an interrogation team.
Their job is to secure the target...
and do whatever it takes
to obtain actionable intelligence.
But getting useful information doesn't
matter if you can't move on it.
Which is why you need
a support team in the field.
Okay, Mike, you got the murderer.
We'll get the son of a murderer.
Hope you took your Dramamine.
Thanks, Sam.
We'll call you when we have something.
And, of course,
the whole system breaks down...
if someone kills the target
before he can talk.
Pearce, you should look like
you're ready for a fun vacation...
not trying to kill someone.
I just want that son of a bitch
to suffer like Jay did.
Don't worry. In about six hours,
Ahmed will wish he was dead...
but the plan only works
if you can hold it together.
This better?
Yes.
[Horn Blows]
Look, we need to run a stat blood series.
Stat blood series... C.B.C.,
C. M.P., P.T. And a P.T. T...
Don't forget a B.L.T.
And a P.B. & J., A.S.A.P.
[Chuckles]
Fiona usually would help me with this.
You're good, man. You sound like an
infectious-disease specialist. You got it.
Hope you got that prazosin ready.
Ready to make a grown man cry.
Where's Ahmed?
In the casino, playing craps...
making sure all the ladies
see his $50,000 Rolex.
- It's disgusting.
- Pearce.
I'm smiling. See?
We do have one little complication though.
Ahmed's bodyguard is hovering around him
like a helicopter mom.
The guy does everything for him,
including getting his drinks...
so if we're gonna poison him there, we might
need you to give us an extra distraction.
I would love to, but we can't risk Ahmed
seeing me before he's in the infirmary.
- Jesse can sell this.
- Please.
I could do this by myself if I had to.
Go get your party dress on.
[Man]
Place your bets. Place your bets.
[Crowd Ahhing]
[Jesse Laughs]
It's all how you shake 'em.
You got to let them know you love 'em.
All right.
How about a little kiss for luck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You see what I did?
You let them know you love 'em. I love you.
And if you love something,
what do you do? You set it free!
Boom! That is how you throw the bones,
my friends!
I hope you enjoyed my drink.
- That's $100 a shot, you idiot.
- My bad, man.
There's still a little bit left.
Do you wanna finish it?
Next round's on me. Okay, was that Jack?
Old Crow? What you got?
Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
Ooh, excuse me, mister.
Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
Sexiness!
Can we get a nice, fresh refill for my man?
- Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks.
- I'll get it.
[Michael Narrating] Personal bodyguards
are specifically trained...
to identify and prioritize
potential threats...
Johnnie Walker Blue.
Which means getting their attention
is usually as easy...
as becoming the most
immediate threat in the area.
You know what? Give me those. My turn.
- You got bad juju.
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
[Jesse] I'll tell you what I'm not doing.
I'm not trying to sit here...
and see how many times
one man can roll snake eyes, okay?
You had your turn. Give them to me.
You know what? Fine, fine. You want
to burn down the house? Have at it.
I'm pulling the rip cord, baby.
Poof!
[Chuckles]
- How long till he drops?
- It depends on how fast he drinks his... drink.
Shouldn't be long.
[Michael Narrating]
The difference between a drug...
being called "medicine"or "poison"
comes down to one thing... dosage.
The recommended amount of prazosin...
will effectively regulate blood pressure...
but taking too much
will trigger side effects...
that mimic the symptoms
of an extreme viral infection.
Once they kick in...
instead of doubling down,
you'll be falling down.
That's a good look for him.
- Oh, more pleasure reading, huh?
- Yeah.
I love reading The Principles and Practices
of Infectious Disease Control...
in my spare time.
Well, you're gonna have to tear yourself away.
It's time to roll.
We just checked out the infirmary.
Whole lot of nervous people down there...
trying to figure out
what's wrong with Ahmed.
Perfect. Let's fill in the blanks.
I still wish there was a way
you didn't actually have to take those.
[Laughs]
You and me both, sister.
But the disease
is supposed to be infectious...
and I can't fake a fever,
increased heart rate and dilated pupils.
At least I only have to take it once.
Mike, can you water me, please?
Jesse, I can't thank you enough.
Yeah, well, just try to keep me
away from that long tunnel...
with the bright light
at the end of it, will you?
Where's the ship's doctor?
We need help here.
- I'm Dr. Winnick. What happened?
- Dr. Winnick...
I'm Dr. George Penderson, C.D.C.
My wife, Jeannie, and I heard passengers
screaming for a doctor.
We found this man
convulsing in the hallway.
His name is Jamaal Howard, age 36.
No medical alert, I.D.'s or cards.
They said he was complaining
of blurry vision and dizziness.
- [Groans]
- [Michael] He's got elevated temp and heart palpitations.
Get him set up in sick bay 2.
Get his vitals, and get him on O2.
- Yes, Doctor. Go, go, go.
- [Woman] Let's move him in here.
What?
We have a passenger who came in
with the same symptoms.
- How long ago exactly?
- About nine hours or so.
Why? What are you thinking?
You've got a serious problem on your hands.
Something's going around,
and it's not food poisoning.
Based on the symptoms, it's meningococcal.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, thank you for bringing him in,
Dr. Penderson. We can take it from here.
Can you? Have you ever implemented
quarantine protocol?
- Well, no...
- Well, I have... on three different continents.
And trust me. You don't want to be
on the hook for a full-scale outbreak.
You're lucky it's not airborne.
You still have a chance,
but you're gonna need our help.
Wait a minute, Dr. Penderson.
This is my infirmary. I call the shots.
I'm sorry.
I'm... not trying to big-dog anybody.
I'm C.D.C. It's just
what I do for a living.
Use me. I'll treat the infected patients.
You just take care of the rest of the ship.
Yes, but the ship regulations require me...
It's your call.
You make the wrong one, people die.
Listen up, everybody.
This infirmary is now in quarantine.
Kim, I want you to set up a temporary
exam room across the hall, stat.
This area is now off-limits
until Dr. Penderson says otherwise.
- Come on! Let's go! Let's move!
- [Woman] All right!
[Michael]
I need you to run a stat blood series...
including a C. M.P., C.B.C., P.T.
And a P.T.T.
That man you brought in.
[Michael] You know him?
I saw him at the casino last night.
He took my drink.
He drank from your glass?
That must be how you infected him.
What?
Mr. Damour, my name is Dr. Penderson.
I believe you've been infected
by a highly contagious...
and very deadly strain of meningitis.
And it looks like you
gave it to Mr. Howard.
Wh-What are you saying?
First of all, it means
you're under quarantine.
You... You need to wait outside.
We'll test you and seclude you
until we know you're clean.
- No. W-Wait, wait.
- [Door Closes]
- Did you say "deadly"?
- Don't worry.
We'll do all that we can.
Now, I need a list of everyone
you've been in close contact with...
in the last 48 hours.
My son, Sharif.
Doctor, we've got Mr. Howard stabilized.
Thank you.
This is my wife, Jeannie.
Don't worry. We're going to take
good care of you, Mr. Damour.
Now, I need you to call your son.
We'll have someone sent out
to your home to test him.
Not my house. I'll have him meet them.
It's better that way.
I don't think you understand
what's at stake here.
I'm a very private man. I can't have
strangers coming into my house.
Mr. Damour, in situations like this...
the most important thing
is finding the origin of the infection.
If it's in your home,
your son is in grave danger.
We're not trying to invade your privacy.
We just want to do what's best
for you and your son.
[Sighs]
Fine, fine, fine. I'll tell Sharif.
Good.
[Chattering]
They got a saying in here...
Never turn your back on an open cell door.
Oh, look at you.
You got your own little
early detection system.
Six-pack, three cans of tuna...
plaster, a nail file and
your damn sparkler.
You know how hard it is
to get fireworks this time of year?
I need one more thing.
The guards change shift every day at 2:15.
And I take my afternoon tea at 4:00.
What's your point?
Why do you need me
to clear them off the block at that time?
I'm throwing a party, and I can't have
a guard interrupting the fun.
If this is a hit, then I'm out.
You really think you're in a position
to call the shots here?
Or maybe you just don't care
who's trying to kill you anymore.
That it?
Oh, I care, but there is
a line that I don't cross for anyone, Ayn.
That's why I'm here in the first place.
Oh. And here I thought
you were in here for murder.
Okay, criminal.
Can't promise everyone's
gonna end up smiling...
but nobody's gonna end up dead.
Convict's word. You still in?
In.
[Michael Narrating] One of the
easiest and most efficient ways...
to make incendiary devices...
begins with mixing aluminum powder
and plaster of paris.
Once dry, it burns at
about 3,000 degrees...
and can melt solid steel in under a minute.
It's also completely stable
and safe to store until it's lit...
which is important because nobody should
handle a deadly incendiary...
without a good night's sleep.
[Nate] Hi. We're from W.H.O.,
here to see Sharif Damour.
- [Man On Speaker] One moment, please.
- [Sam] Okay, Maddy, remember.
When we get in there, you got to keep
this guy Sharif busy long enough...
for us to find the office
and bug the phone.
Didn't you say this guy's
some kind of a sociopath?
Yeah, he does have a few assaults
on his rap sheet...
but he seems to prefer
beating up waiters and call girls.
Mom, you're pretending to be a nurse.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
- [Radio Squawks]
- Okay, and we are transmitting.
Maddy, that's for you.
You want me to get him to wear this?
You said it was a watch.
Why didn't you just
ask me to tie a brick around his wrist?
Maddy, I'm sorry, but it's got to be
big enough to hold a G.P. S...
so it's either that or we convince him
that pagers are back in style.
Let's do it.
- [Game Announcer Chattering]
- [TV Off]
- You the outbreak people?
- [Sam] Yes, sir. Dr. Chuck Finley.
Where's your little astronaut suits?
Uh, well, the virus isn't airborne.
Well, you sure scared
the hell out of my father.
He made it sound like the guys from E. T.
Were on their way.
- [Hands Clap]
- Yalla. Let's go. Let's get this over with.
We'll move as fast as we can, Mr. Damour...
but we need
comprehensive sampling of this house...
and you need to be examined immediately.
- Shelly, he's all yours.
- Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on.
He'll go with you,
make sure you don't get lost.
Don't worry. We'll move as fast as we can.
I'm telling you this is a waste of time.
Do I look sick, huh?
- Come on. I take care of mys...
- Open your mouth.
You look fine now,
but changes happen quickly with meningitis.
[Michael Narrating] Hiding trackers
in accessories is a go-to trick for spies.
Jewelry and watches are
attractive options...
but there's always a risk
they'll clash with the target's outfit...
and get left at home.
105 beats a minute.
- Is that bad?
- I'm gonna have to ask you to wear a monitor.
On the other hand, a tracker that the
target believes might save his life...
is always in fashion.
- At all times.
- What do you mean, "all time"?
- What if I go to a club?
- You wear it.
- In the shower?
- At all times.
Well, that's ridiculous.
If my heart speeds up, I'll feel it.
Really? Most people don't feel their
heartbeat until it hits, oh, around 130.
And by then, you will have
swelling of the brain...
subcutaneous hemorrhaging...
and will be convulsing so hard
you will not be able to dial a phone.
Fine, fine.
[Speaks Arabic]
Just... until the test results come back.
This room is clear. Any positives?
Nope.
- This room's off-limits.
- Oh, really?
Well, I'm thinking that the virus
didn't get that memo.
We have to check everything.
[Nate] Excuse me, sir.
[Michael Narrating]
Gram staining is a method of testing...
for the presence
of certain types of bacteria.
Positive results turn purple.
Negative results turn pink.
If you need a positive result
on a Gram test...
there's no need to bring in
a lethal microorganism.
A little yogurt will do the job.
And, of course, no matter
what color a slide turns...
nothing sells "scary" like a big reaction.
Oh, my God. Look at that reading.
Have you been in this room recently?
Why are you still standing there?
Get to the nurse!
- Go!
- Go!
- Wire it quick, Nate.
- Going as fast as I can.
Look up. Down.
Right.
Left. Right again.
What is this, dance class?
Enough of these tests.
- These are necessary, Mr. Damour.
- No. I'm done.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What happened to our guests?
They think I might be infected.
They said to come see Nurse Shelly.
- And you left them where?
- In the office.
You left them in my father's office?
[Arabic] Stupid!
- Stupid!
- Mr. Damour, we're not finished!
No, this exam is over.
- Whoa, you can't go in there.
- No, you can't be in there.
- Sir, it's dangerous!
- Get out of my way! Get out of my way!
What the hell are you doing
taking apart that telephone, huh?
- Come on.
- I'll tell you what he's doing.
He's handling some highly infectious bacteria.
That's what he's doing.
- You got to take it apart to check it.
- Exactly.
I mean, this thing is filled with bugs,
and I'm talking nasty stuff.
Have you used this phone?
- Maybe a few times.
- [Sighs]
Okay.
Then I suggest you pray.
Pray.
Grab the gear, Chuck.
I'll meet you outside.
Oh, more Jell-O. Delightful.
Sorry. You get what Ahmed gets.
[Exhales] How's it coming?
- Let's see.
- [Beeps]
- Testing, testing.
- [Echoing Over Walkie-talkie] Testing, testing.
I want real food. One, two, three.
- I want real food. Broadcast quality.
- [Beeps]
Now that we've got a tracker on Sharif...
you and Mike can give Ahmed one final push.
Yeah, you know,
maybe it's best if Michael finishes this.
- I'm not sure I can...
- No, no, no. Hey.
Don't start talking like that. Not now.
I am trying not to. I really am.
But I feel like
if I go in there one more time...
I'll kill him or break down completely.
Pearce, I know this is a rough one.
You got to figure out a way to hold
it together, okay? We're almost done.
- You don't understand.
- I don't? My mom was on the wrong end of a stickup.
They never found the guy that killed her.
First thing I think of every day is her.
The second thing is how I wish I can get
the guy that did it. You have that chance.
Dani, look at me.
- Ooh!
- You're gonna finish this.
If you don't, you'll regret it
for the rest of your life. Trust me.
I know.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- You ready to bring this home, or what?
- Yes.
Good. 'Cause I'm sick of this damn Jell-O.
Stop whining, Porter.
You sound like a little girl.
[Monitor Beeping]
Have you heard anything about my son?
Is he infected?
We're still waiting to find out...
but Sharif isn't showing
any symptoms for now.
Mr. Damour, we just got
the results on the samples from your house.
I don't know how to ask you this...
but do you know of anyone who would want
to hurt you intentionally?
- What are you saying?
- The strain of the virus they identified is... man-made.
Our techs found abnormally
high concentrations...
on your phone, your car keys,
your toothbrush.
Someone deliberately infected me? Who?
We don't know, but, unfortunately,
that is not the worst part of it.
There's no easy way to say this.
I'm afraid your condition
has advanced beyond the point...
of us being able to help you, and...
you're not going to make it.
You mean I might not.
There are miracles... sometimes.
- But with something like this...
- Get out. Get out!
I don't want to see you.
Please. There must be something you can do.
Mr. Damour, I know this is tough to hear,
but Dr. Penderson's right.
How much time?
If there's anything you need to take
care of, anyone you need to talk to...
now is the time.
[Door Closes]
[Sharif] That's impossible.
They said you were sick, not dying.
- Can't they give you medicine?
- [Ahmed] They found the virus all over my things.
Whoever it was, they
were trying to kill me.
I don't understand.
Who would do this to you? Why?
I don't know. No one knows.
It was probably the C. I.A.
They've always hated me.
It doesn't matter now.
I want to make sure that you're...
Wait. Are you...
Are you saying y-you're not coming home?
Sharif! Answer me.
Do you remember what to do?
Yes! I remember.
Good. I want you to secure your future.
I want you to do it now.
I will. Where are the files?
They're at Habibi's place.
Fourth shelf of the Remline chest.
- How soon can you get there?
- I'll go first thing tomorrow, Papa.
Good. And call me when it's done.
I will.
[Chattering]
Hey, criminal.
Don't you have an errand to run?
Shh. You're breaking my concentration.
[Michael Narrating]
Sabotage is best done in private...
when no one is around to see it.
If you don't have that luxury,
you have to take certain precautions.
It's crucial to conceal
the real reason for your movements...
so that people don't get suspicious.
You know,
I could use an extra blanket in my cell.
Requests have to be made on Monday
to the unit manager, Glenanne.
[Fiona] Well, what am I gonna do
till then, huh? Hello.
Wait. Are you telling me...
that I have to spend
another week freezing my ass off in here?
[Michael Narrating] It's also a good idea
to use time-delay devices...
so that when the fun starts,
you'll be nowhere near it.
You still haven't moved.
[Clamoring]
- [Man] What's going on?
- The door's jammed.
I can't get it open. Code 6! Code 6!
Cellblock 9! Officer needs assistance!
[Clamoring Continues]
- All this for a robbery?
- Robbery?
You think I need those scraps?
This was business, honey.
My little friend over there got the notion
she could open up shop on my block.
I had to let her know that market
conditions weren't conducive to expansion.
- Breaching!
- [Clamoring]
Hands down, goddamn it!
[Woman]
Hands on your sides! Eyes forward!
[Man]
This block's on lockdown. Line up!
We got some action.
Doesn't look like Junior's
planning on coming back anytime soon.
Too bad the guy
doesn't know his final destination.
You don't have to pack
that heavy for Gitmo.
[Car Starts]
Hold your little horses.
We're not going anywhere.
Don't wanna be up the guy's butt.
'Cause then what happens? He sees you.
We lose our chance of getting
that top-secret intel.
[Beeping]
Now we can go.
- [Sam] Okay, they definitely pulled in.
- [Beeps]
Right there.
- Keeping their top-secret files in a boathouse?
- Yeah, it's not a bad plan.
Put all your top-secret goodies
in the same place as your go-fast boat.
Makes it easy to blow town.
And that's why we're gonna
bust in on their ass...
and make sure that doesn't happen, right?
Yes, Nate, but when you
say things like that...
try and say 'em like you understand
how dangerous they are.
Let's do it.
[Michael Narrating] A successful ambush
can end a battle before it ever begins.
To pull one off, you
need two key factors...
the element of surprise
and superior positioning.
Okay, Nate, you follow my lead.
You don't make a move
until you see the intel.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
The best staging areas
offer a clear view of your target...
while providing plenty of cover for you.
Not yet.
Of course it doesn't matter
how good your position is...
if you're the one who gets surprised.
[Nate]
What the hell is going on?
Shh. Just get down.
Sharif. It's a glorious day, no?
- I've had better.
- What? Smile.
You're about to be a rich man.
Shall we toast?
- No time for drinks, Yevgeni.
- As you wish, friend.
Go on.
First, we verify.
Then we pay.
- Who are these guys?
- Well, Nate, I'm no expert...
but it looks like Sharif
is making a deal with some Russians.
Russians? Why would
Russians want those files?
These guys are working for themselves,
not the country.
I mean, this is business.
Okay, what's our next move?
We don't have one.
Come on. Come on.
[Beeping]
That was quick, Sam.
Yeah, Mike. This is not the victory call.
This is the "you-know-what
hitting the fan" call.
Sharif is making a deal with a crew
of F.S.B. Rejects. It's going on right now.
- Russians?
- Yeah. It's like a Cold War class reunion.
Can you put the brakes on it?
It's five against two,
and they're packing more heat than we are.
But, you know, sure.
What the hell? We can try.
No, Sam. Sit tight. It's too dangerous.
[Beeps]
So, they're gonna do what?
Just sit there and let Sharif
sail away with even more money?
- They make a move, they're dead.
- Then we have to make a move.
We will, but not right now.
We have to hold off until...
No, we are not holding off.
We are ending this right now.
Pearce, what do you think you're doing?
I have a play here, Westen.
Back me up or stay out of the way.
[Sighs]
[Pearce]
I don't care, George! He deserves to know!
- Honey.
- If you won't tell him, I will.
Tell me what?
My husband got a call from the C.D.C.
They've traced the origin of your virus.
It... It's classified information.
- We've been ordered not to tell you.
- Please.
Whatever it is, I'm dying. I need to know.
My feelings exactly.
The virus you have is known
as the St. Petersburg strain.
George?
It's weaponized.
It was developed by the F.S.B.,
Russian intelligence.
Russian? Are you sure of this?
Positive. The protein signatures
leave no doubt.
Get out. Please. I need to make a call.
- [Grunting]
- [Beeping]
[Cell Phone Rings]
- I have to take this.
- [Beeps]
Hello, Papa.
Did he say "Papa"?
I think they're making
a play back on the boat.
I'm fine. I'm at Habibi's.
- We're doing the deal right now.
- No, Sharif.
It was them.
It was not the C. I.A. It was the Russians!
- How do you know?
- The doctors traced the virus.
It was the F.S.B.
Those dogs planned this whole thing out!
They're killing me for the files.
You need to get out. Now!
Don't worry, Papa.
I'll make sure I tell them you said hello.
- [Cell Phone Beeps]
- That was Ahmed?
How is he?
He's doing quite well, considering.
He said to give you a message.
- [Automatic Gunfire]
- [Men Shouting]
Okay, Nate, it's time for us
to get in the game.
- Be ready.
- For what?
When I get close, shoot in the air.
[Groans]
[Groans]
Huh?
Oh.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Yevgeni, maybe you will see
my father in hell, huh?
[Gunshot]
[Grunts]
Nate, I said, "Shoot in the air."
- You didn't say, "Up in the air."
- [Cell Phone Rings, Beeps]
Yeah, Mike. This is the victory call.
We got good guys up,
bad guys down and the files in hand.
[Beeps]
It's been too long.
My son should have called by now.
It's a terrible feeling, isn't it?
I used to talk to my fiance twice a day.
Then one day, he didn't call.
That's how I knew something was wrong.
He was a scientist working in Paris.
The last time I spoke to him,
he was filing a report...
about a Syrian satellite installation
outside Masyaf.
You.
Yes.
Me.
- I was just trying to scare him.
- You shot him in the back.
- It was a mistake.
- No!
It was a choice.
And for every choice, there's a price.
So the price is you
killing me with this virus?
No.
There's no virus.
We have the information
you murdered Jay for.
We have your son...
and we have you.
I'm not killing you, Ahmed...
but believe me...
your life is over.
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
I wish you'd relax, criminal.
Wears me out just looking at you.
Just tell me you got something.
Whoever it is tried to kill you
was working with a dirty-ass guard.
- Well, what's his name?
- Hold on now.
Before I provide that
information, you need......
Quit with the games.
You tell me his name now.
Easy now.
I'm trying to protect both of us here.
Can't have you broadcasting a guard's name
over the visiting room phone.
Okay?
Just write down what you want
your boyfriend to know.
I'll make sure it gets delivered.
Works better for both of us.
Sorry.
Yeah, well...
place changes all of us sooner or later.
Looks like sooner for you.
[Door Buzzes]
Now you see why I never wear orange.
You look beautiful.
I'm gonna get you out. I promise you that.
And we're... We're getting close.
- The C. I. A...
- I love you too, Michael.
We don't have much time.
I don't wanna talk about that.
You know what I was thinking about
the other day?
That little dingy bar in Belfast...
the Black Sand Pub.
You mean where we met.
And I made the mistake of asking...
[Irish Accent]
"Would you like to dance?"
Then you pulled a snub-nose revolver on me.
That I did.
- And you said...
- "I assume that means yes."
[Woman]
Take my hand and I will pull you through
[Chattering, Low]
The light is gone,
but I am still here with you
And can you feel me
Feel my reach?
Oh, honey, take it easy
Honey, just feel
[Fades]
[Man On P.A., Indistinct]
Excuse me, sir. You dropped that.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.
[Fiona's Voice] Michael, someone is trying
to have me killed in here.
On the back of this note, you'll find the name
and address of a guard who's working with them.
Do what you can. Please hurry.