"My name is Michael Westen." "I used to be a spy until..." " We got a burn notice on you." "You're blacklisted. " "When you're burned, you've got nothing... no cash, no credit, no job history." " You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in." " Where am I?" "Miami." "You do whatever work comes your way." "You rely on anyone who's still talking to you..." " A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend..." " Should we shoot them?" "An old friend who used to inform on you to the F.B. I..." "You know spies." "Bunch of bitchy little girls." " Family too..." " Hey, is that your mom again?" " If you're desperate." " Someone needs your help, Michael." "As long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere." "Nobody wants to hear from a burned spy." "Your old handlers send your calls straight to voice mail." "Your appeals are filed in the trash." "Your old contacts are worthless." "Your best bet is to find an active field operative who can't hang up on you." "If you're on domestic soil, the airport's not a bad place to look." "Intelligence agencies are like amateur magicians." "Watch closely, and you can see how they set up their tricks." "It doesn't matter how good they are at misdirection and sleight of hand." "They can't make a covert ops supply plane disappear." "Four-U-M-Y-three-one-four." "Oh, Mikey." "You just wrecked the most amazing dream." "All these beautiful nachos were coming right... 4-U-M-Y-3-1-4." "Runway 3." "No flight plan, no problem?" "Yep, and it's not a drug plane." "Had clearance from the tower." "It's got to be a black flight." "Bringing toys to all the good little spooks in Latin America." "Mike, please tell me this means I can go back to sleep alone in my own bed." "Is that how you celebrate these days, Sam?" "Say it ain't so." "Fi." "Wow, you look..." "Like I'm ready for lunch at the Delano." "I thought after a week of you eating fast food in the car with Sam... that you might like to take me." "I can't today." "I found a spy plane." "I got the tail number." "Why do you use that shot for fake I.D.'s?" "It's like a bad prom picture." "I need to get some records from the F.A.A." "You need a driver's lic..." "I think it makes me look trustworthy." "But I need to find out who owns the plane, who flies it, who registered it." "One of those people might be able to pull some strings, get me back in." " And you have to find them immediately?" " Well, there's..." "There's no time like the present." "It's time for Duane Winger to make his move." "Great." "I'm going to lunch." "Have fun getting your job back." "I know you don't like what I'm doing." "But you know it's not just about the job." " You know that, right?" " Right." "It's about patriotism and duty." "And the sacred call of... whatever." "I was told that hell on earth would rain down on me without an umbrella." "I don't know, Duane." "Looks pretty sunny out there to me." "I'm gonna enjoy it." " Prom picture?" "Here we go, Mr. Winger." "The plane you're asking about is owned by Executransport, Ltd." "Want to write it down?" "You can borrow my pen." "How about you pull the whole file?" " Could I borrow that?" " Oh, you're bad." "We can't sign files out." "Everything back here is "look but don't touch."" "That is a shame." "I'm gonna level with you." "I'm a P.I. Workin' a messy divorce." "Sleazebag hubby's hidin' a jet under a shell company." "One little copy sure would help." "Inspector Foster to Hangar 5." "It'd be our little secret, Miss..." "Linda." "Will Duane Winger please report to Reception?" "Duane Winger to Reception, please." "The guy just wanted a file." "What's the big deal?" "The big deal is I just got a call from the deputy director." "That file was red flagged." "When you get cornered, there's a rush of adrenaline... as the fight-or-flight response kicks in." "In those moments, you can't listen to your body." "There are some circumstances when flight just isn't the right option." "Fortunately, with a little training and the right kind of hitch knot... all that adrenaline can make you capable of something pretty close to flight." "Doesn't help the landing though." "Barry wanted a thousand dollars just to look into the company that owned that plane?" "Yeah." "Sorry, man." "He said to get the articles of incorporation... he's got to go up to the capital." " What, is he taking a cab to Tallahassee?" "Barry?" "No." "His mom is up there, so he's gotta see her." "The grand is like an annoyance tax." "Fair enough." "It'll be money well spent, Mikey." "You track down the spooks that are flying that plane... get 'em to call in a few favors, you might not be stuck in Miami that much longer." "And you won't have to buy me drinks after range practice." "Subtle, Sam." "That's me, Mike." "See the olive?" "Not that I'm complaining, but where's Fi?" "It's not like her to skip our little ritual..." " use any chance to pop off a few rounds." " She wasn't too thrilled..." "Hey, you!" "Hey, you!" "You in the sunglasses!" "Hey, can I see that gun?" " Careful there." " Oh, I'm sorry." " I promise I won't hurt you." " Oh, that's good." " It's you." "I knew you existed." " Who are you?" "My name is Spencer." "I didn't mean to scare you." "I had to make sure it was you." "He's the guy, right?" "He's some kind of special ops guy." "There are times in any spy's career when someone..." " somehow figures out who you are." " I really need your help." "Usually the best approach is to just put on a good poker face and deny everything." " I think you have the wrong idea." " No." "No, no, no, no." "L-I've been..." "I've been monitoring the paper... certain items in the blotter..." "and crime rates, police band chatter." " And it all adds up." "It becomes very clear." " Not yet it doesn't." "No, the pattern..." "There's a pattern." "Y-You don't just have, oh, oh, hello... a series of controlled explosions here and a dip in violent crime there." "You have to ask yourself, "What is the connection?" "Who is the connection?"" "So I think to myself, "We're not talking about Spider-Man."" "We're talking about a real guy who has to practice." "So I did a Fermi estimate, and I got 63% odds that he lives... within a five-mile radius of this gun range, so..." "Once you see a pattern, you can't unsee it." "So you've been staking out the shooting range looking for..." "You." "And your gun." "And your skills." "And..." "And that thing that you did with the..." "where you..." "All that seems to confirm to me that you are the guy." "No, no." "You have to help me." "You're the guy." "What can I say?" "I'm not the guy." "That's a lie." "You lied." "Very convincingly, as any trained operative would." "Listen." "You have to help me." "I don't want to make you, but I will if I have to." "Okay." "He's an operative!" "This guy!" "Very famous." "He's a rogue agent..." "special operatives guy." "Okay, okay, fine." "We're gonna talk." "Boy, are we gonna talk." "He's the spy." "So who are you?" "Uh, no offense, Spencer, but who are you?" "Oh, I'm a mathematician." "M.I.T." " Did my doctoral work at Duke." " You were saying you need help?" "About a year ago I started to work at Stone Kittredge." "They do a lot of government contracts..." "construction, energy, tech." "Yeah, it's a defense firm." "We know 'em." "Well, I've seen some things there that I shouldn't have." "One of their vice presidents is a... well, a killer." "Okay, is this just some kind of a joke?" "She's killed three already." "It's gonna happen again soon." "In Malaysia, if I had to guess." "Malaysia?" "I'm not sure what's going on here, but do you have proof of something?" "Not exactly, but how do you explain this?" "I used my friend Brad's workstation to do some digging around in the system." "Two days later, the gas line at Brad's house blew up, and he was burned to death." "They thought he was onto them, so they killed my friend." "Calm down." "Let's back it up, Spencer." "Why were you using Brad's computer?" "L-I don't have a computer at the office." "I'm..." "I take care of the plants at Stone Kittredge." " Ah." "There it is." " I am too busy for a full-time job, okay?" "Do you have any idea how many messages I have to decode every day?" "Hundreds." "Do you think beings that advanced sleep?" "I'm sorry. "Beings"?" "Oh, oh." "Would you like me to say "aliens"?" "The bad ones are from a nearby star system..." "Procyon "A."" "They-They take our form." "They encode their messages in beams of light." "Gorgeous mathematics wrapped around deadly messages." "But the Guardians... they are from a planet that orbits around Ross 154." "And-And they are being hunted." "Three of them are dead already." " Every minute that we waste..." " Okay." "All right." "Just calm down a little bit here." "No, damn it!" "There is no time!" "Spencer, calm down." "Calm down." "Calm down." "It's okay." "Yeah." "Excuse me." "Uh, there's something I need right over here." "Sit down." "Sorry." "He started talking about aliens..." "Uh, crazy stuff." "He thought I was a spy." "You know, like James Bond or something." " And you guys sure you don't wanna file a report?" " Oh, no, no, no." "We just didn't want to see the guy hurt himself or anybody else." "Those are the magic words every time this guy goes to court." " Oh, so he's been in before?" " Oh, yeah." "Dispatch told us that Mr. Watkowski here... has been in and out of the psych ward for the past four years." "Big-time schizo." "Sad stuff, but, guys, thanks." "Appreciate your help, all right?" " Take care." " Well, if you're looking for a silver lining... it's nice to know that we can still call the cops, huh?" "Can't believe he found me, Sam." "Don't worry, Mike." "Most people can't decode the secrets... hidden in beams of light." "I don't know about you, but I could use that drink now." "A money launderer's natural habitat... is near rich people." "What they save by avoiding taxes... they usually spend on overpriced drinks." "But meeting with them is never boring." "Jesus." "Mike." "Hi." ""Meet me at the Chadwick." "I'm poolside." "Bring cash."" "This text doesn't even have a smiley face." "What happened to my friend Barry?" "Hey, you know I don't like charging you, but that was a big favor." "I go up north, I gotta stay with my mom." "She's still mad at me I dropped out of podiatry school." "Makes me nuts." "Anyway, I needed to unwind." "The view here helps... a lot." " Barry." " Oh." "Okay." "Executransport, Ltd." "You're probably not gonna be shocked to hear that it's a shell company... and its registrants don't even exist." "Officially speaking, nobody owns the plane you saw." " Not shocked, no." " But it wasn't a total dead end though." "There's a real business tied to that plane?" "North Andes Distribution." "They got a hangar over at the airport." "Probably packed the cargo on the very flight you saw." "Not bad, Barry." "Hey, listen, before you go, uh, you help me out here, Mike?" "Do my back?" "Hey, Mike." "Look who's back." "Hey, man." "Hey." "I'm so sorry to bother you at home, especially after..." "I shouldn't have done that." "The table." "Your new friend was just explaining that he hacked the D.M. V... and found your place thanks to a parking ticket, of all things." " He's really very clever." " So... they let you out?" "Well, they may as well have." "The nurses at that place... don't even disguise the pattern of the rounds, and the locks there are child's play." "Oh, there's no hard feelings." "I know you were just testing me." "Spencer, you can't be here." "You're right." "We shouldn't be out in the open like this." "They're probably looking for me." " The aliens?" " The police." "I broke out of a psych ward." "Weren't you listening?" "Spencer, we can't do anything for you." "I know people think my mind's not right, but I am right." "I'm right about this." "They killed my friend Brad." "Please, just let me show you what I learned." "Hey, I found you, didn't I?" "He doesn't seem that crazy to me." "All right, show us." "Okay." "I was wrong." "He's totally nuts." "Sorry about the..." "Oh, there's something I really need to show you in the paper." "I can't find anything in this mess." "Yeah, sometimes I lose track of things when I leave them on the ceiling." "Ha!" "No, that's..." "Oh, okay, we can start there." "This is the one I was telling you about." "Three killed in the past four months." " Just like I said." " You said aliens." " This looks like American spies." " Well, the forms they take vary, but..." "You're saying these men were outed by an executive at Stone Kittredge?" " Yes, that's what I'm saying." " Wait a second." "Ronald Papa?" "They said this was a climbing accident." "Mike, this guy was a friend of mine." "I mean, I worked with him." "Oh, oh, good." "So you worked with one of the Guardians." "No, don't do that." "I just sent flowers to Ron's wife... last month, so don't be making up stories about real people." "Oh, I'm not." "I lost a friend too." "My friend Brad." "The one they killed to cover it up." "The one I told you about." "See, you have to..." "You just have to read all these." "Please, just read them all." "Spencer, these are just a bunch of newspaper articles." "Oh, no, there's a pattern." "You have to see the pattern." "It's all connected." "There's a galactic war between these..." "the bad ones..." "The ones from Procyon "A'" are hunting the Guardians." "And guys like Brad who get in the middle..." "they'll kill them." "And then the darkness will come." "Unless you..." "It's up to you to stop them." "Spencer, I know this guy." "He's a good guy." "He's a good doctor." "I want you to meet him." "Whether you're infiltrating a cartel... or spiking a chemical weapons sale, the most dangerous people in any covert op... are the ones on your side." "If they crack, you end up in a shallow grave." "That's usually a good enough reason to avoid working with crazy people." "Mike." "Michael." ""Diplomat Found Dead in Malaysia."" "But sometimes you have no choice." "Oh, that's the one, see?" "It's like I told you." "It's today's paper." "It happened just like he said it would." "Mike, if aliens equal spies..." " What's wrong?" " Spencer, I was really hoping you were just crazy." "##" "# Yeah ##" "Okay, let me get this straight." "2007, Stone Kittredge gets the contract... to provide secure communications between American embassies." "So they do the usual firewall crap, plus they come up with a code." " Called Zydeco, yes." " Okay, and you think somebody there... is intercepting these encrypted e-mails... and selling the names of American spies..." "that's your bogus theory?" "What these Procyon beings are really doing is exposing the Guardians from Ross 154." "Right." "Like my buddy Ronnie." "But how do you know it's somebody inside of Stone Kittredge... and not some whack-job on the outside who just cracked the code?" " Uh, that's absurd." " Absurd... like "aliens are sending me messages through the PennySaver" absurd?" "Zydeco's unbreakable." "It's a four-kilobyte code." "4K?" "Mike, I got pictures of Miss Reynolds on my phone bigger than that." "No, an algorithmic code that takes up four kilobytes of space is beyond secure." "It would take longer than the whole life of the universe to crack it." "That..." "That's impossible." "Th-There's no way." "You'd really..." " You'd really need the code to read those messages." " All right, fine." "Relax." "Maybe there's another way that we can do this." " Will you sit down?" " No, no." "There she is." "That's her." "In the black." "That's Shannon Park." "Her team created Zydeco." "Think she kept a copy?" "Yeah, and I know she has access to the embassy e-mail system." "That much I saw myself." "That's how my friend Brad got killed." "She thought he was onto her." "No, I'm telling you..." "She's a murderer and a traitor." "And you can see how she takes our form." "But I swear, she's an alien." "Let's stick to Earth problems." "We need to look at Shannon's files." "If she has an unauthorized copy of Zydeco, we can get her busted." "No, y-you can't get into her system." "It's Fort Knox." "No, l-l-I tried to get in remotely and I couldn't do it." "We hit her office." "We bury a keystroke tracking program." "Come back the next day for her password." "We get the e-mails and the code." "No, no." "I'm sorry." "I don't mean to laugh, but she's..." "No, look, these are very advanced beings." "She'd be able to tell if you were on her computer." "L-I think she's a little out of your league." "Okay, Mr. Computer." "Is she out of your league?" "We need you to get us access at Stone Kittredge, Spencer." "Jeremy Dresner, consulting in I.T." "There should be a visitor badge in the system for me." "In medieval Europe... spies used to pose as lepers and plague victims... so they could snoop around without being bothered." "In today's corporate office, posing as I. T. Works the same way." "It's the perfect cover if you need to linger without being bothered." "And it gives you a pretext for talking to almost anyone." "Miss Park." "Jeremy Dresner, I.T., Alexandria office." "I need to speak with you." " Great." "Make an appointment." " No problem." "How about now?" "Excuse me?" "We're doing an internal audit of security procedures." "I have the paperwork right here." "We were told your whole department... would be cooperative, Ms. Park." "Well, that's funny, Jeremy." "'Cause I'm the head of this department... and nobody's said word one to me." "Well, here I am, and we're way past word one now." "Security is our business on this wing." "Your business is installing software upgrades." "So I suggest you have somebody up on 14 give me a call about this..." " and I suggest they send somebody else next time." " Oh, I bet they will." "I bet they'll send you up to see me, Shannon." "I'm looking forward to it." "Can I borrow your bathroom key?" "You're my hero." "All you need to beat a modern tumbler lock... is a little information and some Stone Age tools." "If you know the basic type of key you need to spoof, pick out a matching blank... file down the valleys to the center ledge... and you have a bump key." "Apply torque, whack it with anything handy, and you're in." "Not quite as much fun as kicking a door down." "You ready to go?" "To dinner?" "It's 4:30." "I told you, no more early-bird specials." "Yeah, I thought we would stop by the airport first..." " pay a visit to that front business Barry found." " More spy hunting?" "Michael, why must everything you do revolve around getting your old job back?" " Fiona, really." "This is important." " Oh, Michael, come on." "I'll do it alone." "We're gonna have to do this eventually." "Yeah." "Just not right now." "Drug cartels aren't the only organizations... who use import-export businesses as fronts." "Intelligence agencies like them because... they make it possible for missions to finance themselves." "Who parked that gray truck out there?" "Where's your boss?" "They send out guns and supplies and get back goods to sell." "Native antiquities are favorites... because their subjective prices make money laundering easy." "You the manager?" "No, Mr. Westen." "I'm Diego Garza." "I'm the spy you're looking for." "You're really not supposed to tell people you're a spy." "What's the point in subterfuge?" "All the memos they send from D.C., they say you're very, very good." "I have to assume you're here because you want back in." "Trying to reach out?" "I like you, Diego." "You're doing all the work for me." "I don't want this to hurt your feelings... but I'd really like you to get the hell out of here." "Not everything they told you about me is true." "Well, the part about me being really, really good, but..." "I just want to talk to your bosses so we can clear this up." "I wish it was that simple." "I have 20 years at the Company." "I've seen villages burned." "I've seen children orphaned." "I've been shot twice." "Then they transferred me here." "Now, you know what the hardest part of this job is?" "That forklift turns funny." "Now, if I report back that I made contact with a burned spy... do you know where they'll send me?" "Me neither." "And I'm not rocking this boat." "I'm giving you a chance to be a friend." "Mr. Westen, I don't like threats." "But I love your sunglasses." "You have a good one, okay?" "Doing a job in broad daylight... means easier access but more witnesses." "You can walk right in with your unwanted audience... but you better have a plan to entertain them." "Well, all right, ladies and gentlemen." "If I can borrow your attention, I promise to return it in about an hour." "My name is Charles Finley." "You can call me Charles." "I know." "I'm the dreaded teamwork consultant that popped up on your calendar there." "So, come on, everybody." "Follow me into the conference room right now." "Let's go." "" " There's gonna be ice cream cake." "It's my birthday." "Let's go." "Come on." "Did I mention ice cream cake?" "Come on, folks." "Come on." "Break free from your cubicle, huh?" "That's the ticket." "Whoa, ho!" "They warned me about you, Ms. Park." " I don't have time for this." " Oh, now, come on, boss lady." "Let's be a good example for everybody, huh?" "What do you say?" "Hey, folks." "Let's do this thing." "Have they all been taken?" "Yeah, to the conference room." "Next chapter is entitled "Talk to Me:" "Enhancing Your Empowerment Sphere."" "Let's make this quick." " Has anyone here heard of the Seventh Sigma?" "This is the newest commandment in the business bible, people." "Anyone?" " Todd." " "Thou shalt not lie about ice cream cake"?" "Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Todd." "You're a joker, Todd." "You're gonna stay after class." "See, that's all..." "Do you see that?" "That encryption is Zydeco." "Those are all..." "She shouldn't have those." "Those are all coded e-mails she's stealing." "Yeah, I was right." "Okay, Spencer." "I can't send a page of numbers to the F.B.I. I need the code." " Oh, I don't like this." " Does she have it or not?" "No, I don't see it." "Look though." "Look at this." "She wiped all her bank records within 24 hours of accessing the system." "Here." "Here again." "Every time she..." "Spencer..." "Spencer, I need you to focus." "There's no point in her intercepting the e-mails if she can't decrypt them." "No, no..." "Listen." "Every time there's a payment..." "Yesterday, today... twice." "Oh, she sent two more names out." "Oh, I don't know where it's gonna happen next." "I don't know who's gonna die." "Two more, but..." "Spencer, it's gonna be fine if you find the code." "Right now." "No, I told you." "It's not here." "She's too careful." "She must borrow the copy they keep in the SCI F room and put it back when she's done." " Oh, God." "I should have seen it." " Wait." "Now you're telling me that her copy of the code is in a SCI F room?" " That's a vault." " I know." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." " The pattern..." "I didn't see it." "I didn't see any of this." " Get out of the chair!" "Which brings us to the Finley Method..." "Oh, excuse me." "I'm sorry." "Are you leaving us?" " I have work to do." " Folks, be right back." "Turn to page seven." "Hey, hey." "Whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Hey." "Shannon..." " Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Hey..." " I'm sending myself a copy of everything encrypted." " Let's go." " Let's hit the reset button." "Do it together." "Hit the button." "Let's reset the clock here." "No, no..." "We have to take the machines." "No, we have to take the machines." " We have to find the names." "She could have buried it." " Spencer!" "No, we have to warn the Guardians." "No, we have to." "The darkness will come." "The darkness will come." "You'll see..." "You'll look up." "The stars will go out." "And every night... every night..." "We can be positive, Shannon." "This is all about us..." " Team." "I. We." " That's enough." "Shannon, you're killing me here." "Oh, come on." "Enough." "Come on, Spencer." "Come on." "They're all gonna die." "We don't have the code." "They're all gonna die." "I could..." "I'll try to hack into Shannon's computer again remotely." "Yeah, if I leave the line open, maybe I can catch her when she uses the code." "You can't." "If you get caught, she can trace where you live and..." "She sent more names." "We don't know who or where, but we know they're gonna die." "And those files you stole from her computer are useless without a copy of Zydeco." " Well, that's not true." "We can use..." " There's no point in trying." "No, there's no use in even a... in even a..." "even attempting to break that code." "You understand?" "The whole life of the universe." " Listen." "Please..." " I know you're trying to help, but if you think... you can break into the SCIF room to steal that code..." "No, I'm sorry." "That's never gonna happen." " You see, there's a nine-digit keypad and..." " I'm not going to..." "Shannon and her friends from Procyon "A" won't just sit back and watch." "Spencer, Michael isn't going to decrypt... the e-mails that Shannon stole." "He's going to use them as a prop to scare her." "No, I don't see that." "We're gonna convince her that someone's hunting for the leak." "She'll stop selling names, cover her tracks." "We'll tip the F.B.I. When she goes to erase the SCIF room's access code." "She'll be arrested." "No more spies die." "There's justice for your friend." "The alien goes to jail." "Oh, well, that sounds good." "Is that what you were gonna say?" "If you wanna keep your job, keep walking and keep your voice down." " And act casual." " We don't have a Jeremy Dresner in Virginia." "I checked." "Who are you and..." "The people we both work for don't know my name, and neither will you." "I'm the guy cleaning up your mess." "That's all you get." "What mess?" "Two days ago, you were an I.T. Guy." "Two days ago, I was shaking the tree." "There's a leak coming from Tech." "That's your department." "We're staring down the barrel of a federal case and a massive P.R. Disaster." "Zydeco's compromised." "Three American operatives are already dead." "This is ridiculous." "I don't know who you are." " I'm calling my boss." " Go ahead." "Use mine... if you'd rather deal with a massive federal investigation." "Shannon, the feds are just sniffing at this now." "We got two days." "After that, your stock options won't be worth the paper they're printed on." "This doesn't make any sense." "That embassy system is airtight." "Zydeco was my project." "Believe me, honey, I know it was." "Where did you get that?" "I need you to call upstairs, cancel all your appointments for the day." "There's something I need you to see." "Two weeks ago, I get a call from one of our employers." "One of your programmers in your department got himself blown up." "Brad Wilkins?" "They asked me to have a look." " Cops said that was an accident." " Yeah." "Miami-Dade detectives make 56 grand a year." "How much do you think I make?" "They didn't even know about this boat." "Your boy Brad had it registered under his mother's name." " He was careful... just not careful enough." " Where'd he get those?" "That's what we're trying to find out." "Try to keep up, honey." "Notes in the margins." "Now, I learned about the leak because Brad found out about the leak." "He was hunting them." "Why he didn't share this news, I don't know." " But he sure did get himself killed." " What do the notes say?" "He wanted to look at the SCI F access logs." " Now I do." " That's eyes only." "I'm not gonna show you that." "You absolutely will." "Tomorrow is Saturday." "There'll be nobody in the office." "You will meet me here at 10:00 so I know you're clean, then we go have a show-and-tell." "Cell phones are basically wireless computers." " What is this?" " Upload the right program... and you've got a roving bug you can turn on remotely." "You will keep that on you." "If you need to talk to me before tomorrow morning... you will use that, not the office, not the home phone." "Last person who looked into this leak was killed." "You never know who's listening." " What if we're not the only ones in the office?" " Tomorrow morning." "No excuses." "You be here." "We don't know who's listening." " Guess we're up and running." " 10 by 10." "Hey, how'd Virgil's boat work out?" "Did I ever tell you about the marlin we caught off of Pigeon Key?" "Yeah, a few times." "Hey, do you mind keeping an ear on Shannon tonight?" "I gotta head down to the airport, see if I can't motivate our pal Diego." "Front companies generally make easy targets for burglary." "They don't want people wondering what they have to hide... so they tend not to install a lot of lights, alarms and security cameras." "And, of course, they'd never invite the police in to investigate... so there's really no need to be shy about leaving clues." "But you got to admit, it's elegant." "We catch Shannon wiping the access log tonight, and she goes to jail." "It's not the crime, it's the cover-up." "I understand the plan." "I just don't like it." "I wish we could forget about this "Catch her in the act, call the feds" nonsense... and drive to her house right now and finish this properly." "I should be home in bed right now." "Hey, hey, don't be dozing' off out there." "Freakin' amateur hour around here." " Yeah..." "Hold on." "Yeah, it's Shannon." "Find it?" "10437 Crest, right?" "Sure you wanna do this?" "I don't know." "You wanna get the needle?" "I told you..." "There's heat on me at work." "An I.P. Address at that location tried to hack me... some nut from the office." "I am not taking chances." "We gotta tie this up cleanly." "You cannot be around..." "I put a timer underneath the house." "Same as Brad." "Goes off at midnight." "I'll be long gone by then." "Good." "Then get off the phone." "Fi, did you hear that?" "Spencer stuck his neck out, and she caught him." "Yeah." "It'll take me 20 minutes to get to Spencer's." "I'm gonna have to leave the front door open here." " What if she comes to wipe the access log?" " No." "Screw it." "He's all the way on the other side of town." "I can't get there." "You gotta go." " Hey, Sam." "Do you need some bowls?" "Mike, you gotta get to Spencer's house." "Shannon set a bomb." " It's under the house." " It's gonna take me 25 minutes." "Well, Fi said 20." "I got my money on you, Mikey." "Get your ass in gear." " Oh, no!" " Spencer!" "No, you can't be here!" " Night is when they come!" " There's not time..." "Fi, we've got a minute." "Come on." "You can't talk to him when he gets like that." " If you're here..." " We missed her." "She's gonna erase everything." " Did you see the news?" "Nobody was home." "I should have triggered the bomb in person." "Don't." "Do not second-guess me." "I took care of the thing at work." "We should be clear." "I'll call you." " On the phone." "Messages from Procyon "A" don't usually..." "No, they come on beams of light." "This must be a special occasion." "You know?" "Desperate times." " You tried to hack her files from your house, didn't you?" " Oh, yeah." "We were in such a rush before." "I thought if I took one more shot..." " Were they talking about killing me?" " We're gonna be all right." "Oh, no." "No." "No, no." "No, there's no way to catch her." "You heard her." "She wiped the evidence." "We're going to have to convince her to give us some new evidence." "Now that you're the only one she has reason to be afraid of... you're going to have to help." "Oh, no." "Oh, what are..." "How?" "Well, for starters, you're gonna have to be able to string two sentences together." "You're gonna have to talk to Shannon face to face." "You gotta be kidding me." "No, no, she's one of their leaders." " Even the Guardians fear her." " Spencer, this is really important." "You must stick to the script." "You cannot mention aliens, light beams or any of it." "Shannon can't find out we know what she is." "She can't find out that her cover's blown." "She'll call in for backup..." "all the other beings." "Okay, that makes sense." "There is no leak." "I checked the SCI F access log." "There's nothing." "I think we need to consider the possibility that Brad..." "There is a leak, but we got bigger problems." "Somebody else found out." "I got a call this morning from a Spencer Watkowski." "You've seen him." "He waters plants at the office." "He's ex-N.S.A. He's a real heavy hitter." "That's impossible." "The guy..." "He's a nut." "He's way off." "Yeah, nice cover, don't you think?" "He wants to meet." "But what I can't figure out is why he wants you there with me." "Breathe, Spencer." "I said no surprises." "Why'd you bring a bodyguard?" "Because she's the one who's selling names of American spies." "And she killed my friend Brad Wilkins, and she tried to kill me." " You're the leak?" " It's not true." "It is true." "She's a murderer and a traitor." "Now, if you want this to be kept quiet, then I'm gonna need five million in cash." " You don't have a shred of proof." " Oh, yeah." "I know everything." "I know your whole dark plan." "And I know that you're one of them." "Ms. Park is one of those people who doesn't cover her tracks as well as they think." "Yesterday her password was "goldleaf1510. '"" "Have you changed it yet, Shannon?" "Oh, yeah." "You should see her computer." "She's got Zydeco-encrypted e-mails that look like this." "And when she decodes them, they look like that." "It's a fake." "He doesn't have the code." "He's bluffing." "Jesus, this is pathetic." "If you want to stay for this charade, you can." "I'm leaving." "I'm bluffing?" "Then how do I know that you're setting up a deal... to sell another name to the Venezuelans?" "Five million." "I'll bring the cash here at 10:00." "You bring a copy of everything you have." "Fine, but don't try and bring any backup." " And don't bring any of your friends from Procyon." " It'll just be me and the money." "Venezuela?" "How did you..." "Oh, the patterns." "Sometimes when you study them long enough..." "Also, I saw a file labeled "Caracas" when I tried to hack her... but I couldn't get in, so..." "I can't believe you're this stupid." " You put a hit out on him?" "Who else knows?" " A thug." "He's nobody." "I found him in a biker bar." "He knows nothing." "You're gonna give me his name and address." "I'm cleaning this up." "Why did you agree to pay them?" "Why not just kill them too?" "You really think I'm gonna pay them?" "No, we're going back to the office." "You're gonna give me a copy of Zydeco." "I'm gonna pin that on their bodies along with some embassy e-mails..." " I don't understand." "What do you think..." " Are you really this slow?" "It has to look like Spencer stole the code... and the e-mails from an embassy." "If the problem is on the client side, then we're protected." "Stone Kittredge stock doesn't take a hit." "I can't get into the SCI F room on a weekend without people finding out." "Do you really think you're gonna keep your job?" "Today's your last day, honey." "You gotta run... and you're never gonna stop, you understand?" " Is that Zydeco?" " Yeah." " Where are the e-mails?" " My computer, but we have to print them out... from a printer outside the building so the feds can't trace them." " Yeah, I may skip that part." " What..." "Hey!" "What..." "This isn't good-bye." "I'll say hi at your trial." "No!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Let's see if this works." "This is Special Agent Johnson." "Hello." "Hi." "Hello." "This is, um..." "Never mind." "I was just calling because there's a traitor..." " locked in the SCI F room at Stone Kittredge." " What did you say?" "Yeah, and there's a gig of state department e-mails on Shannon Park's computer... so you better get down here." "And you really should bring some backup." "That bitch is an alien." "Maybe he got abducted." "Hey!" "Uh, sorry I'm late." "Thanks for meeting me." "I don't really trust the phone, so..." "I wanted to be sure you saw the thing in the paper." "Shannon's copping a plea." "We saw it." "She's going to testify against the guy who killed Brad." "You ask me, something's wrong with the world when we don't hang traitors anymore." " Doesn't seem right." " Mmm." "You look good, Spencer." "Oh, really?" "Well, I feel a little foggy, but..." "The meds aren't great, but they come with the job, so... so it's worth it." "I hooked him up with a crypto gig." "Buddy of mine has a tech firm." " How you likin' it, Spence?" " Oh, it's great." "It's great." "In fact, uh..." "Oh, look." "I'm late." " I should probably go." " You know, I'll walk with you." "I have to make a stop myself." "And, you guys, thank you." "Thank you for, uh... for listening to me." "You probably shouldn't have listened to anything I said, but I'm glad you did." "Spencer?" " You got him a job." " I actually am kind of a sweetheart." "So there's one more thing I wanted to tell you about all the aliens." " Uh, Spencer, I thought that you were..." " Oh..." "Oh, no, no." "L-I know they're not real." "I just wanted to explain." "Well, in the beginning, the first messages..." "This light in the window, this-this beautiful equation..." "I should have just said something." "Yeah, I should have just told people." "But it was... it was all secret." "And in code." "And I didn't have anyone I could trust." "And you're lucky." "You're just lucky to have people like that." "Yeah." "Well, if there's ever anything I can do..." "Yeah." "Hey." "I had some bowls like that once." "That is crazy." "I got this in an online auction." "Had to beat out some nasty Russians who were overbidding on everything." "I knew you liked Colombian art, so I thought... what better way to say I still want us to be friends?" "Yes." "My bosses noticed your auction screen name." ""Michael Hearts Diego"?" "You heard about that?" "I'm embarrassed." "Nice choice you gave me." "Cop to the fact that I made contact with you, or admit to skimming... and accepting bribes from enemies of the state." " Did you choose "A"?" " You're getting what you want." "I've been assigned to be your point of contact here in Miami." "You see?" "Now you don't have to leave town." "No one has to lose." "It's a win-win." "Well, I get to win twice." "A new perk of my job is that I get to tell you this..." "The Company is not interested in your services at this time." "Really?" " Maybe you should show 'em this." " They know." "Did you really think that would get you back in?" "The boys upstairs don't want to pin a medal on anyone for that mess." "They want to sweep it under the rug." "Get to know me, Diego." "I'm not one of the bad guys." "Michael." "They did say they'd review your file." "I wouldn't hold my breath, but who knows?" "##" "##" "Hi." "Hi." "So, tell me..." "How did it go?" "To be honest, I'm not sure." "They're gonna need some more convincing." "Even then, I don't know." "Whatever happens... one of us will be happy, I guess." "Why can't you be with me on this?" "Talking to you is like talking to Spencer." "You're both so focused on one thing, it clouds everything else." "It's a crazy way to live, Michael." "You know what?" "I am like Spencer." "We both see the world a certain way, and we both have skills to make it a better place." "That's not a bad thing." "I don't want to keep ducking this, so let me be straight with you." "This job, what we just did..." "saving American lives... this is the type of work I was made for, Fi." "It's what my old job gave me a chance to do every single day." "So, no, getting back in isn't just a way to survive or to protect the people I love." "It's what I want." "And if you truly care about me, you should damn well want for me what I want for myself." "If that's what you want..." "I'll be with you." "I'll be with you." "English" " US" " SDH"