Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 9 - Official Business - 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 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.

I know where we can find Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?

He's picking up a package tomorrow
in a motel in Atlantic City.

Nate, you're the only one
who can get to Anson...

before he escapes.

Get up. Get up!

- We got him, man.
- It is about time.

No. Nate!



Nate!

I need to find who killed my brother.
I'm not giving up on this.

I did some poking around the F.B. I.

Turns out a buddy of the Bureau might be
willing to share Nate's file on the D.L.

If you can get that F.B. I. File
on Nate's murder...

I can run down leads with Jesse.

Sniper rifle used to kill Nate
was made by Meyerson Industries.

We find that gun, that'd be a good start.

We can't just ask them
who they sold their gun to.

Well, not directly, but there are
other ways to get information.

- Like?
- Blackmail.

V.P. Of sales is the son of the founder.

Oh!

He's a blackmailer's dream.
He loves to par-tay.

- Are you blackmailing me?
- Yeah.

So what do you want?

I want the records of every sniper rifle
you sold in the last 12 months.

The sale order shows the gun
was shipped to the Pryon Group.

It's a private security firm upstate.

And whoever took that gun
used it to shoot Nate.

If we can find out
who had access to that gun...

we can find Nate's killer.

Boom.

Everything there is to know about
Jack Vale, C.E.O. Of the Pryon Group.

The good news is, Vale's
security is airtight...

so there's no way that gun just walked off
one of his training facilities.

Which means the man who killed Nate
will be on the books, somewhere.

We need to get into their system.

We have approximately a snowball's chance
in hell of getting past that firewall.

Vale's system makes the Pentagon
look like Disneyland.

Then we skip the computers
and we go directly to Vale.

Sounds good,
but how do you approach a guy like that?

Probably best to go in...

as someone in the market
for private military services.

Do you think that you could
set up a dummy corporation?

Sure, but the thing is,
even if we get Mike the meeting...

Vale's a guy who hangs out with billionaires.
You know, with a "B."

Well, I was hoping we could talk
to your girlfriend...

help me look the part?

I just need to borrow a few accessories.

I hate this so much already.

When you're posing as a potential client...

of a private military company,
it doesn't pay to be subtle.

A private army is a very
high-dollar item...

and the people who rent them tend
to be superrich and not afraid to show it.

It's an expensive cover I. D...

but if you do it right,
it's worth every penny.

You want your target focused
less on your credentials...

and more on the make of your watch
and the size of your wallet.

Mr. Krueger.

Jack Vale.
Good to meet you. And you must be...

Charles Finley, Mr. Krueger's associate.

This is Andrew Thompson. He's my regional
manager for the Eastern Seaboard.

He'll be handling
the day-to-day of your account.

It's good to meet you.
It's a beautiful machine you have there.

You should see it at 180 miles an hour.

Really appreciate you guys
coming down to Miami.

No problem at all.
How long you all been down here?

- I'm surprised I haven't heard of your outfit.
- I take that as a compliment.

Not being heard of
is part of our business model.

Mine too.

Well, drinks ain't gonna find us.
Shall we sit?

We've had insurgents firing on
our oil fields from a mile out, Mr. Vale.

Can your outfit handle that kind of thing?

Engaging at that distance
won't be a problem.

We've got snipers who can shoot the tail
feathers off a hawk from two miles away.

Perfect. When can I review
my personnel options?

Uh, that's a bit sticky, I'm afraid.

We've got a strict confidentiality policy.

Protects the employees and the client.

We understand that, sir.
We're just not comfortable with it.

Listen, if you want grunts with guns,
you don't need Pryon.

I get the best in the world because
they trust me to protect their privacy.

But I promise you...

I can and will build a team
that meets your needs.

Mr. Vale, when I'm about to
give a man a $42 million contract...

I expect to see what my money pays for.

Now, if you're uncomfortable with that...

I can take my business elsewhere.

That's too bad. Charles.

Hold on now. Hold on.

My mama raised a reasonable man.

Tell you what.

I'll have Thompson here take you
around one of our facilities.

South Carolina's training now.

Perfect.

That way you can see
how our men prepare for duty.

- It should put your minds at ease.
- That would be acceptable.

Good. Thompson will be in touch.

Lunch is taken care of.

"Acceptable"? Mike, unless we happen
to run into somebody...

with a name tag that says, "Hi. My
name is the guy that killed Nate"...

this tour's gonna be a waste of time.

Maybe not. Thompson was eyeing my Rolex
like he wanted to eat it.

- You think he's the weak link?
- He looks pretty breakable to me.

Hello, Michael.

Fi, how does a weekend
in South Carolina sound?

It's not Paris,
but there will be lots of guns.

Sounds lovely, but we may not be available.

Guess who just dropped by for a visit.

The C. I.A.

- What? Who?
- Manaro and Bailey.

Now, are they not the same two idiots
that nearly got Sam killed?

Put 'em on speaker.

I don't know what you guys
are trying to drag me into.

- But, Manaro, forget it. I'm busy.
- Oh, come on.

We're not here to drag you
into anything, Westen.

- We're here for our newest asset.
- Newest asset?

Manaro, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about your girlfriend,
Fiona Glenanne.

Fi isn't working for you. End of story.

Damn straight. You guys
almost got me killed twice.

And now you're coming after Fi?

Back off. Axe, this is
none of your business.

The hell it isn't! She's my friend too.

And last time I checked,
I'm the resident expert on you two idiots.

You remember Colombia?
Do you remember that?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. I remember you shot at me.

- Pretty much got us kicked out of our jobs...
- Tied us up...

- stole our helicopter.
- For a couple months there.

And then I saved your sorry butts.
And let's not forget.

I got back your damn Predator drone.

- Oh, wow.
- You didn't...

- Who loses a Predator drone?
- Guys, guys. Guys!

You're wrong, unfortunately.

- They can make me work for them.
- What are you talking about?

This contract that she signed
in order to get out of prison...

says she works for the C. I.A.
Whenever we want.

Maybe Agent Pearce let it slide,
but she's not around anymore.

So Glenanne either works with us
or she goes back to prison.

Any questions?

Good.

This is Vincent Durov.

He runs an aerospace company
in the Ukraine...

and he takes his winters
here on South Beach.

He's dabbled in the black market
for years... spare parts, engines.

But he never sold
to terrorists or enemy nations.

Something tells me that has changed.

We have an asset
who tells us he's about to sell...

some highly sensitive ballistics tech
to some very bad people.

But our asset doesn't know
who's buying or when.

So we got to do this quick.

Durov leaves Miami on Tuesday...

so we need the what, when and where on this deal by then.

Your asset got you this far.
Why do you need me?

The intel is in his safe.
Our asset is his girlfriend.

Cute, but not much of a safecracker.

This isn't about cracking a safe.

If it was, you wouldn't be here.

We already sent in a field op...

but he, uh, washed up on Miami Beach...

with an extra hole in his head.

Wait. Durov already knows
that someone's after him...

and you expect me
to pull this off by Tuesday?

- It'll be fine. We'll support you.
- We'll have your back.

Yeah, until she's no
longer mission critical.

Then you'll run like scared little girls.

Sam, don't worry.

They won't be the only ones supporting her.
I'm in on this job with you.

- No.
- I said I'm in.

Jesse and I can deal
with all the other stuff.

Fine.

Just stay out of our way.
Let us do our job.

Do your job, and there won't be a problem.

One of the biggest
challenges in covert operations...

is working with civilian assets.

It's often as much about
keeping the asset from falling apart...

- as it is about gathering intelligence.
- Hey!

Kind of like babysitting,
only with a gun to your head.

- Listen to me. Relax. Act normal.
- You don't understand.

- I didn't sign up for any of this.
- Believe me, I do understand.

- They're gonna get me killed.
- I'll get you out the minute the job is done.

- I promise.
- Yeah?

I've heard that before from the last guy,
and now he's dead.

And you're alive. Durov underestimates you.

Chances are he'll underestimate me too.

Look, as long as you help me
sell this, we'll be fine.

Now, I reviewed your history
on the way over here.

- You modeled in Milan?
- Two years ago.

Good. I did some, uh... some work there myself.
I know the city well.

We'll tell Durov
that we worked in fashion together...

and I need a place to stay for a few days.

Can you do that?

Salud.

For a spy, deep-cover assignments...

often mean going
into enemy territory alone and unarmed.

If you want to survive...

you better have a support team you
can trust watching your back.

All right. Mikes and cameras are hot.

Angie.

Phoebe, I'm so glad you're here.

- You look fantastic.
- So do you.

It's good to see you. You good?

- You're doing great.
- Ma'am, stay here. We're gonna have to search you.

They just have to look through your stuff.
Vincent's rules.

- You think the guards are buying their girlfriend routine?
- They've got this.

Yeah, a security thing.

He'll tell you all about how top secret
his work is if you ask him, but I wouldn't.

Boring.

Modifications
like nitrous oxide injectors...

and ultralight carbon-fiber bodywork
are great in movies...

but in real life, spies need cars...

that won't raise suspicions
if they're searched.

The speed, power and handling you need...

had better come factory installed...

because if the wrong person gets curious...

it could mean a bullet to the head.

Arms up, please, miss.
I need to pat you down.

Antonio, I can handle this.

Hey, baby.

This is Phoebe.

Pleasure. It's so nice to meet you.

Angie's told me all about
her Prince Charming.

I'm no prince, but I can occasionally
be charming.

I must apologize for the security.

I'm afraid it's become a necessity.

She's clean. I checked every inch of her.

Looks like she's in.

The private military industry...

is worth 100 billion a year worldwide
and growing.

It's secretive, well-armed...

and almost completely unregulated
by international law.

Which is great if you need to hire
your own private army...

but not so good if you need to steal
their classified intelligence.

Which means sometimes you have to rely
on your powers of persuasion.

Of course this is just one of our camps.

Our men also cycle through
our urban and desert training.

Yes, it's a rigorous training program.
I can see that.

But it won't be enough.

My boss is still gonna need to know
more about your guys.

I think Mr. Vale was pretty clear.

We don't reveal the identities of our men.

I knew this would be a waste of time.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Look, I'm just thinking out loud here...

but perhaps a side deal
could get this done...

you know, a little, uh...
a little arrangement.

What are you trying to say?

Just that we can make this worth
your while, if you know what I mean.

Yes, I do.
You're trying to pay me off, aren't you?

- Whoa.
- Why would you even suggest that?

No one is suggesting anything.

- My associate just misspoke, that's all.
- Right.

Well, make sure you don't misspeak again.

If Vale even suspected something like this,
I'd be a lot worse than fired.

Say no more. It's totally my bad.
I'm sor...

Oh, uh, you know, we may
have to finish this up tomorrow.

Oh, yeah. We... We have...
We have a conference call.

We can meet you in the afternoon.

That can be arranged.

- Very good. Thank you, sir.
- All right.

That went well.
You think he's gonna report us?

We'd have an M4 shoved in our faces
if that's what he was gonna do.

No. Let him feel
self-righteous for a night.

It'll help us tomorrow.

Okay, that guard is
staying put for a while.

- It's action time.
- "Action time"?

Did they teach you that at Langley?

Just... call her, Westen.

Okay, I'm gonna "action time" it now.

Michael.

Fi, you ready to make
the approach to the office?

Ready. We clear?

Yeah, we're about as clear
as we're gonna get.

- And Durov?
- He's in a meeting across town until 4:00.

You should be fine as long as
you don't fall asleep in there.

- If he catches us...
- We're gonna be fine.

Stay with me, okay?

You sure we're clear?

Once I start this, I can't bail out.

Just get in there, Glenanne.

The easiest way
to open a door with an electric lock...

is to cut the electricity...

unless your target has
a fail-secure door...

designed to stay locked
during a power outage.

To get past a fail-secure door,
you can try to steal the entry code...

but if you have access
to the manufacturer's schematics...

it's much easier to wire in
a duplicate circuit...

and trip the lock yourself.

Nice toys. I could get used to having
a C. I.A. Tech team at my beck and call.

You two work freelance?

No, Glenanne. We work for the C. I.A.

Of course. If you worked freelance,
you could afford better suits.

Michael, we're in.

It's a reinforced floor safe.

The wheel is serrated with false tumbler notches.
I'm gonna have to drill it.

It might have a relocker too.

If you can find the serial number,
we can get the drill-point diagram.

We're gonna have to.

We're not gonna get in any other way.

What the hell is that?

I think we have a problem.
I think that's Durov's car.

- That is definitely...
- What?

- You said he was at a meeting.
- He is.

I mean, he was supposed to be.
We hacked his schedule!

You didn't have anyone
surveilling the meeting?

It is a multinational
computer chip company.

We don't have authorization
for that kind of surveillance.

Fi, get out now. Durov's back.

What? Manaro said...

Fi, they screwed up.

Damn. Fi, Durov's got his briefcase out.

Chances are he's coming right at you,
so get out of there now.

No, not until I get what I came for.

- I'm not gonna do this again.
- What's going on?

The C. I.A. Employs idiots. That's what's
going on. Durov's headed this way.

Oh, my God. We've got to get out of here.

Stay calm. You can't panic now.

- Fi!
- I got it.

Alpha-kilo-echo...

1-0-1-2-8-2-9-1.

- Got it.
- Got it. Get out now. Go.

If he sees us, we're dead.

Not if you help me talk
our way out of this.

I told them I'm not going to waste my time
if they can't deliver.

If he wants another meeting,
he can lower his price.

I'll call you back.

- There you are.
- Angela, what are you doing here?

How many times have I told you?
This part of the house is off-limits.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Off-limits? Even to us?

Yes, especially for you.

Who do you think you are,
snooping around my office?

- I should throw you...
- No, no. You've got the wrong idea.

L... I'm sorry, baby.

See, Phoebe just wanted to play with us...

and you've been so nice
to let her stay, and...

I think she just got ideas.

I'm a little embarrassed right now.

Just a little bit embarrassed.

Angie and I used to party a lot.

I thought that we would just...

Oh, God, I misunderstood you.

There is a place for play
and a place for work.

- From now on, you stay out of here.
- Hmm.

- Both of you.
- Mm-hmm.

I promise.

Whether you're in a market in Syria...

or a boutique in Miami...

getting supplies to operatives in the field
is always dangerous.

Often you have to spot a contact,
arrange an excuse to approach...

and make a drop...

and do it all while looking like
you're just out for a day's shopping.

Oh, you have to try this. Oh, it's perfect.

Go see what Vincent thinks.

Hey, baby, can you come
to the back with me?

I need your opinion on this dress.

Where the hell have you been?
I've been dragging Durov all over town.

Drill-point diagrams take time.

Go to Oak Tree Antiques next.
Buy something big.

We'll put the drill inside the packages.

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

They'll find it.
The guards have been checking every bag.

You don't understand. We have to get into that safe today.
If we can't get those tools in there...

The tools aren't gonna do us much good
if I get shot getting them in, are they?

They check the bags,
but they don't check his car.

Tell Michael we'll need a mechanic.

- I'll let him know when and...
- A sabotage play?

No. No way. It's too risky.

You two have nearly got us killed already.
We're gonna do this my way.

I don't have authorization for this.

How are we supposed to get
support teams in place?

We have to take our chances
with the shopping bags right...

In your dreams, creepo.

- What are you doing?
- I'm saving your ass.

You get out of here
and you tell Michael what I said.

Vincent, look what I found.
You like? I like.

Come look.

- What was that?
- Just get in the car.

Everything all right?

Oh, it's my strap of my silly shoe.

- Allow me.
- Oh, Vincent.

The key to successfully bribing someone...

who resists an initial approach
is research and observation.

You need to know as much
as you can about your target...

his principles, his weaknesses, his dreams.

With most by-the-book targets...

it's usually just a matter
of making them feel...

like they're not being paid
to do something wrong...

they're being rewarded
for doing something right.

Mr. Thompson, it's good to see you again.

Listen, I have to apologize for yesterday.

I screwed the pooch, and someone
told Mr. Krueger about it.

He was not happy. My
ears are still ringing.

So... I'm sorry.

- What's this?
- This is the good stuff.

Fifty years old. Mr. Krueger really
wanted me to make this right.

Of course, I had to pay
for the bottle myself.

A man pays you half a million dollars a year,
he expects you to clean up your own mess.

Look, we're very sorry
if you were offended...

and if you were, maybe a few shots of this
will help you forget it.

- Oh, that's fine. Don't worry about it.
- Well, thanks.

And actually, Mr. Krueger was very impressed
with how you handled this, so, uh...

Let's just cut to the chase.
Mr. K. Wants you on board.

You serious?

- You'd be entry level-like me...
- Now, wait a second.

You guys really make
half a million dollars at entry-level?

Don't let that scare you off. We promote
from within. You'd hit the big money soon.

I'm sorry. I have a three-year contract.
I can't accept.

Oh, well. Boss's orders. We had to try.

So I guess we should finish up the tour.

But first, how about a
taste of that scotch?

Right this way, gentlemen.

I finally make it back.

And believe it or not,
they give me a medal.

- No, they didn't!
- Get out of here!

They never figured out it was me who set
the damn thing off in the first place.

Oh, you're the man.

I love this guy.
How much do you love this guy?

Krueger would too.
It's a damn shame you can't take this job.

We got to find somebody soon
or we're gonna be screwed in Dubai.

That is true.

- You guys do a lot of work in Dubai?
- Oh, please.

The Intercontinental there
is like my second home.

If you've never had a martini
from a six-star hotel...

you should, because they're good.

Oh, I bet.

But Vale send me to Dubai? Ha!

Hey, you could always go on Krueger's dime.

It's not too late. Just saying.

Not for him, but it is for us.
We're wheels up in 45.

Oh, yikes. We got to go.

Hey, it's been real, man.
Thank you for everything.

Anytime.

You're crazy.

- I don't think he's gonna go for it.
- It's like buying a car.

They don't take you seriously
till you're walking off the lot.

Hey.

About that job offer, I'd, uh...

I'd love to get a few more details.

Sabotage is most often used...

to destroy a target's vehicles,
but not always.

Simply damaging an enemy's car can be very useful as well...

As long as you can get your own
team in position to do the repairs.

It was serviced just last week.
L... I don't know what's wrong.

Well, clearly something is wrong.

Call Gregor. Tell him
to pick us up in the Bentley.

Really? The Bentley all the way
from Coral Gables in this traffic?

This could make it to a service station.

We could grab a little lunch while we wait.

I'm ravenous.

Aren't you ravenous?

Find a place.

There's a station at Coral Way
and Southwest 42nd.

Good.

Ladies, we're going.

We got less than five minutes
before Durov gets here.

We'll take care of the owner.
You get set up to plant the tools.

Let's move!

Hello, Al.

What do you want? What's
he think he's doing?

We're with the C. I.A.
We need to make use of your establishment.

It's a matter of national security.

C. I. A? What's the C. I.A. Doing in Miami?

That's classified.

Why do you need an auto shop
for something that's classified?

- Sir, that's need-to-know.
- And you do not need to know.

- Will you guys get rid of him? They are coming!
- I'm on this.

There's no time to
explain to you right now.

- There won't be any damage to your place.
- There'll be damage to you...

- if you don't clear out of here.
- Hey, hey. Easy!

Hey now! There's no call for...

For you to tell me what to do!

Closed, of course.

Damn straight, little man!

- Says it's open.
- Then where is everyone?

Look, we don't want to hurt you. Enough.

Come on!

What's going on?

Sorry, y'all. I was, uh...
I was cleaning up in the back.

What can I do you for?

Hurry. If we don't join Vincent
soon, he's gonna come looking for us.

Durov will know something's up
if you're hyperventilating.

Calm down.

Calm down? You almost got caught
just looking at the safe.

How are you gonna have time to drill it?

Why don't you let me deal with that, huh?

For now, help me with these tools.

Okay.

The drill is muffled,
but it'll still make some noise.

You have to keep Durov
in the den watching the game.

The louder, the better.
Timing is gonna be tight.

You just have to remember
to trigger the alarms at exactly...

Quarter past. I know.

Hey. Living with Durov was the hard part.

This is easy.

Michael, we're all set.

- How's the exit plan coming?
- We'll be ready.

When the carbon monoxide alarm goes off...

you'll evacuate with the others.

Do you think Angela will be able
to handle the alarms?

We've been over the plan 50 times.

We'll see you soon.

Are you ready to ruin Durov's day?

Getting people to evacuate a building...

is a lot harder than you might think.

Most people don't pay much attention
to fire alarms unless they see flames.

Carbon monoxide alarms,
on the other hand...

tend to get plenty of attention.

People are reluctant to ignore a threat...

that's invisible, odorless and deadly.

And best of all...

any home with a gas line
has a built-in delivery system.

Do you have any idea how many city ordinances
we had to violate for your little plan?

Hooking into the gas lines.

You have a better idea
of getting them out of the house?

If something explodes, it's on you.
I'm not doing the paperwork.

If something explodes, we're gonna have
bigger problems than paperwork.

There we go. Welcome aboard.

I still have to give Vale notice.

But, of course, it's just formality.

- You might make that plane to Dubai after all.
- Definitely.

Now we just need to deal with those
personnel files, and we can get going.

Personnel files? What
are you talking about?

You can't be
the only worthwhile recruit in this outfit.

We need a sniper team.

You want me to poach men from Vale?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You said...

We said that we needed a team.

I'm sorry. I thought that was clear.

I'm sorry. I thought I was clear too.

I'm not sharing Pryon's files.

- I can't.
- Andy, that's fine.

But you can't expect Krueger to hire you
if you're refusing your first assignment.

There has to be another way.
I could recruit my own men.

I swear. Look, I just need a...

I'm very sorry, but Krueger was specific.

I can't bring you over without those files.

You'd be doing these guys a favor, Andy.

Krueger's gonna take care of them,
just like he's taking care of you.

Think about it.

Look, I'm... I'm just
gonna sit here and work.

If you happen to wander in there...

I'm too busy to notice.

You read me?

Loud and clear, amigo.

Okay, check it out.

The Pryon Group only has four guys
qualified on the gun that killed Nate.

Two of them were in Kabul that week.

The other one was being treated
for a shoulder wound, which leaves us...

with this guy, T.G.

No name? How does Mr. Mysterious
get away with just initials?

I don't know.

Hey, Thompson!

- Shh!
- Thompson!

If they hear you, we're cooked!

What's up with this T. G? Why no full name?

He's off the books.

See, sometimes Vale lets
people come down...

and train without officially coming on.

We don't ask any questions.

No, that guy, you don't want to know.

Okay, well, we're just about done here...

so Accounting should be
in touch with you next week.

- Just keep your head down until you have a start date, okay?
- Sure thing.

Yeah, we'll see you in Dubai, huh?

All right, man. Right day, right gun...

pulling all the right strings
to stay off the books.

- T.G.'s our guy.
- Yeah. Great.

Now we're two whole letters closer
to finding the man who killed Nate.

Yeah, well, closer than we were yesterday.

If you say so. Come on.

I need a beer before I start trying to pick
this damn needle out of a haystack.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

The alarms go off...

you never have to see
the C. I.A. Or Durov again.

I like the sound of that.

Any safe can be cracked...

with enough time and the right equipment.

Even high-end models with security features
like glass relockers...

sheets of glass in the walls that shatter
if you try to drill through them.

Hit one, and a locking bolt
seals the safe permanently.

But if you come prepared with a drill-point
diagram and a good borescope...

you can bypass the relocker...

and find the combination
by studying the wheel pack.

- I'm going to the kitchen. Do you want anything?
- Mm-mmm.

Then you just have to hope
your plan to get out of the building...

goes as well as your plan
to get into the safe.

Hey, Fi. Did you get it?

Yeah. Everything's fine.
What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be setting off
the carbon monoxide alarms.

- The plan was...
- Funny thing about the plan is...

I changed it.

This is bad.
That alarm should have gone off by now.

- If this thing goes south on us...
- It's not going south.

Just give her time.

Come on, Fi. Come on.

It all makes sense now.

Durov wasn't selling ballistics technology.
You are.

Clever girl, Fi. It would have been fun
to work together for real.

Oh, well. Next life.

I usually work alone,
but Durov's security is too good.

The C. I.A. Has all the right people
with all the right toys.

Just say the magic words,
"sell to terrorists"...

and those idiots will do whatever you want.

Even if you get out,
Durov will find me here.

- He'll figure it out.
- I doubt it.

See...

you'll be in little bits.

It'll look like you tried to blow the safe
after you botched the drilling.

For what it's worth...

you're a lot smarter
than the first guy the C. I.A. Sent.

I had to kill that moron
before he got near the safe.

As usual, the best man for the job...

is a woman.

If you need to get out of a zip tie...

and you can't cut yourself free...

your best option is to find a shim.

You can make a shim out
of almost anything...

that's thin enough and flexible enough
to slip into the cable tie...

and separate the teeth
from the ratchet mechanism.

Of course, that's easier said than done
if your hands are tied.

- Fi.
- Michael, I've got a bit of a situation.

- Fi, what is going on?
- Angela's the one selling secrets, not Durov.

She's locked me in here with a bomb.
It's got a break-wire trigger.

If I try to defuse it or even move it...

If I touch one of those wires,
the whole thing explodes.

- I'm on my way.
- No, there's no time.

You need to lock this place down
before Angela escapes.

Lock it down? With you inside?

No, I'm already trapped.
My only shot at getting out of here...

is if she's in here with me.

I'll take care of it.

- Where you going?
- Where you going?

- Move.
- Not until you tell us what the hell's going on.

Sounds like your valuable asset in there
was using you to rip off Durov.

She trapped Fiona inside.

Angela using us?
No, I'm sorry. That's not possible.

You said yourself Durov didn't sell to terrorists.

Didn't it strike you as odd
that he changed his mind...

as soon as you got someone close to him?

But he killed our operative.
I saw the body.

Who told you Durov pulled the trigger?

It was Angela.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna say this one more time.
Stay out of my way!

Most people know
that carbon monoxide is a poisonous gas.

Inhale too much, and it displaces
the oxygen in your bloodstream...

and suffocates you from the inside out.

Hey, Antonio. I'm going
to the liquor store.

- Oh, I can go.
- Oh, that's very sweet of you, but I've got it.

What most people don't know
is that in a confined space...

with a vapor-to-air mixture
anywhere between 12% and 75%...

it's also a powerful explosive.

No, no, no, no, no. Let me go.

We're going inside now!

- What the hell is going on?
- A van hit the gate and exploded.

Sir. Your office.

- What about it? What's wrong?
- Her friend.

She broke into the safe.

What are you up to?

Baby, you can't believe I knew about this.

Baby, I had no idea.

Come. Bring her.

You have any idea
how much equipment you just blew up?

It was the fastest way to lock it down.

Yeah! With Angela inside!

With the information we came for!

- I've had enough. We have got to get in there.
- Yeah, we do!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Dude!

You go in now, Fiona dies.

- What are you doing?
- You had your chance.

Now we're gonna do it her way.

Durov, there's a bomb in your safe.

Angela is the only one who can disarm it.

- What are you talking about?
- We have less than two minutes.

I'm with the C. I.A.
There's no time to explain.

Why would you say such a thing?
Baby, she's lying!

You think I know how to build a bomb?

You know what I think?

I think it is your bomb. Now disarm it.

Fine.

Pull out the circuit board
and cut the yellow wires.

Do it.

No, stop!

It was your bomb! You lying bitch!

Durov, put the gun down.

I was sent here to stop the sale
of ballistics technology to terrorists.

The C. I.A. Think you're behind it.
I know you're not.

But if you kill her,
I'll have no way of proving it.

It's your call, Vincent.
You die in prison or she does.

Get them out of my sight.

Wow.

Job well done, you two.

I mean, uh, we could have done
with fewer explosions...

but bravo.

Nice work.

- What do you want?
- Right.

Um, we were thinking
that in the official report...

it might help if Angela
were the original target.

Don't want to confuse anyone.

You know how the brass can be.

So Fiona saves your ass,
and now you want her to cover this up too.

- Oh, no.
- "Cover up" is...

- No, no, no. Just...
- It would just be like a detail.

- Simplifying.
- How about this?

You write your report.
You write whatever you want.

But the agreement
that I signed with the C. I. A...

Iose it.

For good.

- Yes.
- That... That sounds doable.

Then do it.

Good. Nice job, you guys.

Seriously?

That's all Pryon had on the man
who killed my brother?

Initials and weapons clearances?

Mike, the guy is a ghost.

Jesse and I found zip, and we looked under
every rock we could think of.

- Then we go back to Vale.
- Well, that's what I'm thinking.

But the question is, how do we explain
the fact that we know this guy exists?

We don't. Vale said
he could build a team that fit my needs.

I'll make sure all my needs add up to T.G.

Well, that could work,
but we could also get a list...

of 10 other guys
who had nothing to do with this...

or Vale sees through it
and we both get killed.

I don't see any other way.
Do you?

Make the call.

- Mr. Vale's office, please.
- Yes, sir.

I have Mr. Krueger for him.

Hold, please.

Vale. My men were very impressed.

I want to send you some specs,
get you started on building my team.

Excellent.

So, Mike, assuming we get Vale...

to set up a meeting
with this son of a bitch...

we got to come up with
a plan to snatch him.

You thinking interrogation?

Yeah, something like that.
We're only gonna get one sh... He's here.

Hey. You made it.
We were gonna give you a call.

I won't be staying long.

Why? What's wrong?

What the hell are you up to?

- What are you talking about?
- Don't play games with me.

- You know exactly what I'm talking about.
- Uh, no. Really, we don't.

Oh, sure.

He asked for a sniper cleared
on five different guns...

who's got experience
in Costa Rica and speaks Farsi.

Did you think I wouldn't figure out
you're looking for Tyler Gray?

- Tyler Gray?
- Are you kidding me?

The only reason I'm here is because
I'm not gonna talk about it on the phone.

Now, I don't know who you are,
but this is over.

You need to back off.

And so does that guy you got following me.

What? There's someone following you?
Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Listen, Vale. Calm down.

I'm not having you followed. Why did you...

Dad, look! Somebody shot that guy.

Kid, stay down.

Vale! Vale!

Stay with me. Who's Tyler Gray?

Who's Tyler Gray? Who's Tyler Gray?

Mike, he's gone.