You read the file, Sam. As Michael's mother, I'm very grateful to you for helping him bring them down. You'll go in, make the offer, and I'll cover you from the street. We'll follow you to the boat. James, I passed your little loyalty test. I'm gonna need a det cord and blasting caps.
Hold on, guys, check this out. Old loyalties die hard, and I need to know that you've left yours behind. Sam, Fiona, and Jesse try to move on with their lives, but are drawn back in when someone starts asking questions about Michael's whereabouts. We order a lockdown, we could expose the entire operation. You get stood up, sweetheart? Ah, he's sleeping like a heavily-sedated evil baby. Heading north on Grant, sir. There's no place else for him to go.
Okay We're approaching the elevator doors in the basement. You still have a soul. Just back off or I will kill him! Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Senor Cabral. I understand the need for security. We have cameras at every exit, and nothing's come in or out since the lockdown. Whatever James did to you-- He took my life away.
I want a seat at the table, Sonya. Mike, pull the plug and get outta there. Well There's your first monster. But he's worried, and he knows you and I are friends, and I'm the only person he had to talk to. Okay, everybody, this is it.
The blast pushed me into some rocks. I've been around long enough to know you're lying to him. Gotta open these doors at exactly the same time. Get me on that call! We can't just give up, Sam. Now, that's the positive attitude we're looking for. I know, this is beyond awkward, coming from me.
It's not what, it's who. Do you know why you're here, Michael? How am I looking, Sam? I was hoping we'd have a little chat before they got here. All right, people, let's look alive. How nice to hear from you, Mr. .
When were you recruited by the Central Intelligence Agency? Okay, and you'll cover me with Anything you want. I'm more worried about what Madeline Westen will do if I blow her off. Just as we discussed, yes. Senor Finley, this is Marco Cabral. Your hands are tied, you're wearing a head bag. Ah, it's a false alarm. We'll delay the British team with a fake bomb threat at the embassy.
And you keep doing this, you're gonna lose that young man of yours who I think you care very much about. Remote detonators won't transmit underwater, so you need to use a timer. Good cup of coffee doesn't hurt. But I'm your friend too, Fiona. Well, that's part of it, of course, but no.