NARRATOR: Previously on My Own Worst Enemy...
Stay down! Let's go!
Talk to me, Tom!
My name's not Tom.
Edward is a very dangerous man, yet somehow he is you.
I didn't volunteer.
No, you didn't, but Edward did.
Henry Spivey was born 19 years ago right here in this facility.
RAYMOND: Your parents didn't die in a car accident, Henry.
HENRY: I became a spy so I could find the spy who murdered them.
MAVIS: This is about you being personally invested in this case.
Really? You are not a traitor.
But I think Edward is.
His name is Dmitri Borgachev.
That's my problem. Yours will be if you're Iying to me about my parents.
I'II tell you what really happened.
HENRY: What really happened is that Trumbull lied to Edward.
He said the man who killed his parents, our parents, was dead.
But he's not. He's here. Now.
A bad man. A murderer.
Edward gave up everything for this moment, to kill this man.
But Edward's not here.
And I am not a killer.
At least, not yet.
RAYMOND: Edward wasn't on his flight.
MAVIS: He definitely boarded the plane.
Well, he must've packed a parachute,
because he wasn't on it when it Ianded.
My flight came in 40 minutes before his.
I planted myself at his gate. No Edward.
Did you check the aircraft?
Yes, I checked the aircraft. And no, he didn't slip past me at the gate.
He's not on it.
Okay, fine. Get back here immediately for debriefing.
Excuse me.
6210 South Grand Avenue.
CABBIE: Okay.
I'II catch the next one.
Firefly is considering retirement.
Really?
I suppose we should chip in for a gold watch?
My sources inform me that he's made discreet inquiries
to several publishers concerning a memoir.
(LAUGHING)
You must be joking.
Yeah, I wish I was.
Have you considered termination?
My people Iocated him in Paris and I put Mueller on it.
You sure he's up to it?
Oh, come on, AIistair. Firefly is way past his prime.
If anything, Mueller's overqualified.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
ALISTAIR: Yeah? We've Iost contact with Edward.
How Iong has it been?
Five hours, 13 minutes.
Did you lose him before or after he completed the mission?
After. He boarded his flight out of Stuttgart last night,
but he wasn't on the connector when it Ianded this morning.
Layovers?
Just one. Atlanta.
Damn it.
I know. A major hub. He could be anywhere in the world.
I'II be there in 20 minutes.
If he comes up for air in the meantime, contact me immediately.
Try and patch him through to me if you can.
Turn Ieft up ahead.
Edward, think. Sure you want to cross this Iine?
(GROANING)
Like you made me cross it 19 years ago?
Turn Ieft now.
Borgachev is alive. The man who killed my father is still alive!
Whoever told you that is wrong.
I confirmed it myself.
Stop Iying to me!
You actually think I would Iie about that? My God, Edward.
I Ioved your father Iike a brother.
I want you to know that.
He was fond of you too, sir.
Edward, please. Call me AIistair.
Want a drink?
No, thank you, sir.
(CLEARS THROAT)
ALISTAIR: I understand you're having second thoughts
about enlisting in the Janus program.
Yes, I am, sir. Um, AIistair.
And why is that?
I'm not real wild about the idea of somebody monkeying around inside of my head.
That's understandable. I wanted us to have this talk, Edward.
I have some information
I think you ought to consider before you make your final decision.
Information, sir?
I have a bit of a dilemma.
I feel obligated to share this information with you,
but doing so means I violate national security.
(SIGHING)
There's no easy way to break this to you.
Your parents were not killed in an accident, Edward.
They were murdered
by the KGB. Why would...
Your father was a CIA operative.
It's all in there.
EDWARD: Who did this?
A man named Zelloff.
He's dead.
MI6 took him out. Minsk, 1989.
It wasn't Zellof.
Yuri Volkalov told me that the man who killed them is still alive.
You just want him to be alive so you can kill him.
And they know that. They're playing you, Edward.
Like you played me 19 years ago?
I gave up everything, Trumbull. I gave it all up for a Iie.
Pull over here. Edward.
I said pull over!
Pull over here and get out.
You're making a mistake, you know.
(GRUNTS)
Mary?
Tom, I need your help.
Well, I'd Iove to, Mary, but remember?
You said we needed more time
away from each other, and I think...
I know, but please... Something terrible's happened.
It's an emergency.
What kind of emergency?
Last night, I was at the club with Francie and Jan. We had a few drinks.
I was driving home and...
PIease don't tell me you got pulled over.
No. I...
(SIGHING)
I think I hit something. Something big.
What?
A person.
A person? You hit a person with your car?
I'm not sure. I think, maybe.
Listen to me. Do not Ieave the house.
Unplug the phone. Don't talk to anyone until I get there.
But it's my turn to carpool the kids home from school.
I'll call Angie. She can drop the kids off at your sister's.
uh, are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Now sit tight and I'II be home as soon as possible. Okay?
You got any tranqs?
Tranqs? Tranquilizers?
You got any?
Um... I think so.
Take three with a glass of wine. Try to sleep if you can.
And promise me you won't talk to anyone until I get home.
understand?
I promise. I won't.
Good.
Mavis, Tom has a problem.
Not now. He can wait for me in my office.
We've Iocated your car in parking Iot B at LAX.
Outgoing flights?
We've scanned TSA video at all checkpoints
through facial recognition, but no hits.
Have somebody go through them manually.
We're talking about 1800 hours of security footage.
Then put a team on it.
What would make Edward believe his parents' killer was still alive?
Well, there's a number of psychological explanations for such a fixation.
Edward's not gonna risk his entire career over a fixation.
No. He must have had hard proof.
Sir, I believe we should activate Spivey immediately.
How would that help?
Edward is an expert in clandestine operations, evasion and escape tactics.
Spivey would be completely out of his element.
He'd be easier to Iocate and far Iess dangerous to my people.
If we activated Spivey, we'd have no way of knowing
how much he saw before we Iocated him.
Then we'd be forced to wipe him.
But that's a chance we... No.
I'm not ready to burn an asset as valuable as Edward.
ALISTAIR: At Ieast not yet.
Why would you even suggest that?
Because if I hadn't, Trumbull would have.
And then we'd be forced to object and he'd wonder why.
And what if he'd agreed?
Trumbull hates it when someone comes up with something before he does.
Which you would know if you were on your game.
What are you suggesting?
Where is Edward?
I have no idea.
I'm suggesting you start playing your cards a Iittle closer to the vest.
And next time he contacts you,
do us all a favor and try to talk him in.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, come on.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Damn it!
Yeah? What?
Henry? Yeah, yeah. It's me.
You just caught me at a bad time.
Okay. Sorry.
Uh, it's just... It's an emergency.
Jack found a car he really Ioves.
Can we talk about this Iater?
Well, it's on one of those online auctions things and it closes in Iike five...
Four. Four minutes.
What kind of car?
Well, uh, it's not exactly what we discussed.
It needs some work. But, it's in his price range.
It's his money. Besides, if he puts the money in to fix it,
he'II be more careful with it.
Hold on a sec.
Okay.
Three minutes. Okay, I know. I'm on hold.
Hold on.
Go ahead and make the bid. Take the car out to Marsca Auto in Chatsworth.
It's in the book. Ask for Marlon.
Have him inspect it before you pay off the balance.
Okay. Wait a minute. Marlon, right?
Gotta go.
Go for it.
Dimitar Borgachev?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You were expecting me?
You or someone Iike you. Eventually.
Well, my name is Edward AIbright.
My parents were Victor and Katherine AIbright and you murdered them.
Your parents were Americans?
Yes. Spokane, Washington, 1986.
My father worked for the CIA,
and you cut the brakes on his car.
(LAUGHING)
(COUGHING)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Care to Iet me in on the joke?
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
No. It's nothing. Go on.
Finish what you came here to do.
(BEEPING STOPS)
No. Really, I insist.
Very well.
I was amused by the irony.
With all the blood on my hands,
that I should be executed for one murder I did not commit.
(LAUGHING)
According to Yuri Volkalov, you did.
Yuri.
You know him?
During the purges, I executed Yuri's father,
and had his whole family sentenced to the gulag
where they all perished.
So you're telling me, he sent me here for personal vengeance?
(LAUGHING)
Yes. You're here to avenge the death of his family.
You're acting as his surrogate.
If Yuri wasn't such a buffoon, I'd find it poetic.
You know they'II drag me into it.
Newspapers, television...
I get it.
"Hit-and-run suburban soccer-mom arrested for negligent vehicular homicide.
"Details at 1 1 :00."
You don't have to paint me a picture.
How could she be so stupid?
I don't know. Why don't you ask her?
Oh, hey. Wait a minute.
You're going to have to handle this.
As me?
Do you think Tom is up to it?
Well, I've never been in his house.
We have a detailed plan of the residence.
Photographs, CGI models, blueprints...
What about Mary?
Okay, faking it on the phone is one thing, but in person?
She's bound to notice a difference between me and Tom.
You're probably right.
I just thought, since Edward can pull it off with Angie...
Hey. I never said I couldn't pull it off.
I mean, if Hedward can, how hard can it be?
Then it's settled. I have complete confidence in you.
Everything he said checks out.
Yuri's entire family died in the AIzhir camp outside Astana.
Case officer, Colonel Dimitar Borgachev.
Is Yuri still in the United States?
According to the state department, he flew out of LAX this morning.
Where to?
No, Edward. It's over. You're chasing a ghost. Your parents' killer is dead.
It's time to come in. Where?
Sofia, Bulgaria. But even if you...
Tom? Oh, thank God, thank God, thank God, you're home.
I'm so sorry, Tom.
(CRYING) Every time I close my eyes, I see him. I see his face.
It's horrible. It's so horrible.
Mary. I don't know how it happened.
I swear, I only had one drink. It doesn't...
Mary!
Where's the car?
YURI: As you can imagine,
the Falcon has generated considerable interest in the community.
Bidding has been spirited, and I expect...
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
Go ahead.
You Iied to me, Yuri.
And you to me.
The Falcon device you delivered was not authentic.
Which makes us even?
It would appear so.
But you're still selling it, even though it's a fake,
whereas the information you gave me is completely worthless.
(LAUGHS) Come on, old friend.
I am just trying to... How do you say? Make Iemon into Iemonade.
Same here.
(INDISTINCT)
Listen to me, Henry.
I don't have time to tell you everything that's transpired.
Edward was due five minutes ago for a debriefing with Trumbull.
But suffice it to say, the Iast time you two chatted,
Edward pistol-whipped him.
So he might be a Iittle testy.
Do I need to tell you how dangerous he is?
Hey! Are you Iistening?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm Iistening.
Whenever possible, stick to "Yes, sir," "No, sir," "Sorry, sir."
If he asks you a direct question,
keep it short and on-point. You got it?
"Yes, sir," "No, sir," "Sorry, sir."
Be sharp and try not to say anything that's gonna get all the rest of us killed.
When you're done, you report back to me immediately.
Where do you think you're going?
The phone doesn't work.
Who were you trying to call?
I can't find my wedding ring.
What?
My wedding ring. I Iooked all over the house, but it's gone.
(CRYING)
Come on. It's... It's okay.
It's okay. It'II turn up.
No. No more pills.
Shh. Open up.
It's okay.
AII gone?
Good girl. Okay, Iet's Iie down.
CIose your eyes.
(SIGHING) Give me strength.
This is security footage from cameras in an ATM
and a parking structure at the intersection where Mary says she had her accident.
Oh, if she even got that right.
What a Iush.
This morning she was so tanked,
she was ready to go file a police report in her nightgown
and freaking ski parka.
Really?
Talk about Iow standards.
That's it.
What the hell is that?
Whoa.
That's nuts.
Oh, hell yeah.
Too bad we can't put this on the interwebs.
We'd get, Iike, a jillion hits.
She never said a word. Looks Iike they robbed her.
No wonder she's so out of it.
I guess she's not a Iush after all.
What do you mean?
C'mon, man, you're a combat vet, right?
You've seen your fair share.
Fair share of what?
Post-traumatic stress disorder.
ALISTAIR: What am I gonna do with you, Edward?
I should suspend you for insubordination.
Yes, sir.
But, I suppose I bear some responsibility for this obsession of yours.
I should have been straight with you
about your parents' death from the beginning.
I thought if I told you of their killer's death,
we might have avoided exactly this kind of scenario.
He's not dead?
No.
His name is Hector Anthony Garza. He's a contract assassin.
Very soon after he murdered your parents,
he fell off the grid and we Iost him.
I spent years searching for him.
Pumped every source I had, scoured every third-world hell hole.
Nothing. Not a trace.
The intel community wrote him off as dead, but I never believed it.
Why not?
Garza's an animal.
A ruthless, paranoid psychopath.
And he has one good reason for staying alive. An only daughter, AIissa.
Now, it just so happens, she's giving birth to his first grandchild
in Hospital Adventista Silvestre in Rio de Janeiro.
She's scheduled for a C section, 11:30, Monday morning.
If Garza's still alive, he'II be there.
Passport, tickets and a credit card.
As of this moment, you are officially on a 48-hour administrative Ieave
and you're booked on a plane to Rio on Sunday.
Finish this, Edward.
Before it finishes you.
(SIGHS)
Hey. We didn't expect you home until tonight.
I caught an early flight. Trouble is I've got to Ieave again tomorrow.
(ANGIE LAUGHING)
Hey. How you doing? Oh, cool!
Just, uh, come check this out. Come here.
You are a genius.
Okay. So Marlon checked the VIN.
It's a super-rare Factory SS and the numbers match.
I mean, California car. No rust.
The guy didn't even know what he was selling.
Marlon says it was a steal.
Who is Marlon?
What is it? It's a '69 Camaro.
You are brilliant.
By the time he gets his Iicense, you guys'II have it all fixed up.
Come on, Angie. I don't know anything about fixing cars.
Dad, it's okay. I don't either.
But we'II Iearn together. It'II be great.
Do you seriously think this is such a hot idea?
Getting a muscle car for a new driver?
Like you said, if he puts all that time and effort into fixing it,
he'II drive more carefully.
PIus, it's a chick magnet.
Right. No, seriously.
I don't think I ever shared this with you,
but I always dug guys who drove Camaros.
CODIS got a hit. Eduardo Ortiz, Hispanic. 26 years old.
Previous convictions include narcotics, domestic battery, armed robbery and GTA.
Any record of him getting treated at Iocal hospitals?
He's dead.
Dead? He walked away.
The police were called to a bar three blocks from the incident.
Apparently they found him in one of the bathroom stalls.
According to the ME's report,
the collision nicked his femoral artery.
Subsequent physical activity tore it wide open and he, um, bled out.
Gee. What a shame. Any witnesses?
None.
What about the other guy? Any KAs?
Carlos Carlito Mendez, 36.
Enhanced analysis and FRS confirm
he's definitely the guy in the video.
He's, uh, shacked up with his girlfriend and her kid in Reseda.
According to his sheet, he's a real hard case. MS13.
Salvadoran.
Yeah. AIIegedly an ex-guerilla in the FMLN.
(CHUCKLES)
I remember those guys.
You'II find the tickets and passport in my old briefcase,
up on the top shelf in the hall closet.
Trumbull says Garza is a ruthless, paranoid psychopath,
and I suppose, coming from a ruthless, paranoid psychopath
Iike Trumbull, really says something about the guy's character.
Do us both a favor and be careful.
And, uh, just for the record, great call on the '69 Camaro.
No airbags, no anti-Iock brakes.
I don't even think the thing has seatbelts.
Jack may be crazy about it now,
but I'm confident it won't be Iong before he gets impatient
with the maintenance issues and opts for something a Iittle more practical.
So great job!
(GRUNTS)
Don't worry, Dad.
Air cleaner's in the back with a bunch of other parts.
HENRY: Terrific.
Yeah. We are definitely gonna need some tools.
I got tools.
I mean more than a pair of pliers, a hammer and a screwdriver.
Two screwdrivers. A regular one and one with a Iittle X on the end.
(CHUCKLES) Come on. I'm serious.
I mean, we're gonna need a socket set, crescent wrenches,
jack stands, engine hoist. A whole mechanic's set-up.
I guess you better run down to the auto-supply store and buy all that stuff.
PIease tell me you're kidding.
I'm just saying maybe you should have considered the cost of tools
before you spent all of your savings on this car.
Okay. So why'd you Iet me buy it if you're not gonna help me fix it up?
Hey, I didn't say I wasn't gonna help you.
I'm just not paying for any tools.
It's your car, your nickel.
Fine. You know what? Fine! I'II call Chris. His Dad has everything I need.
Fine. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What's with all the yelling? Dad's being a dick.
Jack! What's going on?
I don't think this is gonna work.
Why not?
He expects us to write him a blank check to fix this piece of...
What do you mean?
He wants a tool set. A mechanic's tool set.
A tool set? (LAUGHS) Yeah.
So? Big deal. I see ads for those all the time.
They don't cost that much.
Besides, it would be great for us
to have a good set of tools around the house.
No! No. I am not gonna be manipulated into paying for some specialized tools.
Manipulated?
I just think the kid needs to Iearn that there is more to buying a car
than just the purchase price.
I need you to back me up on this.
You're not being fair.
Hello, amigo. I'm Iooking for Carlito.
Gracias.
Hello, Carlito?
CARLITO: Who are you?
Well, I'm here on behalf of a friend of mine who had a traffic altercation
with you and your associate, Eduardo Ortiz.
You a cop? No.
No, as I said before, I'm just a friend.
Well, get Iost, man.
(GROANING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Move!
Man, you chose the wrong victim.
You gotta be the unluckiest guy in the world.
Tell your Iady I want the rings back.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
No!
(BABY CRYING)
Muchas Gracias.
Are you sure there's no way to trigger the switch from me to Edward?
We've gone over and over it. The flip's completely random.
It happens when it happens.
Well, it better happen soon, 'cause Edward's gotta catch a flight to Rio
tomorrow morning to kill the man who murdered his parents.
Trumbull set the whole thing up.
When's this supposed to take place?
A Iittle over 33 hours from now. 11:30, Monday morning.
Okay. Well, that's quite a Iong time from now.
I fly out tomorrow.
And that's fine. Relax.
You don't have to be Edward to enjoy business class. Just wait him out.
And what if he doesn't show?
Then we move on to PIan B.
Which is?
I'II tell you as soon as I figure it out.
(CLANKING)
(GRUNTING)
Oh!
Tom?
Honey? Yeah.
How Iong have you been standing there?
I have really good news. You do?
Yes. I checked into your accident,
and it turns out you just hit a dog.
A dog?
Yeah. Just a dog.
Yeah, you must've been dreaming that whole other thing about...
Oh, is it okay?
The dog? Yeah.
Yes. It's fine.
I talked to the owner and the dog's going to be just fine.
PIus, I found your rings.
(SIGHING) Where were they?
They were on the sink behind the Iotion.
Can you put them on me?
Stay.
For the night?
Stay.
Come on, Edward. I'm all yours, pal. Quit screwing around.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Thank you.
Okay.
Okay. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick...
NORAH: Hello. Okay, what's PIan B?
Henry?
Yeah. Henry.
The guy's gonna show up in Iess than 10 minutes,
and Edward is nowhere in sight.
Oh, my God.
It's funny you should say that, 'cause those three words
have been going through my head non-stop
since last we spoke. So what do I do?
Okay. This is revenge. This is personal.
If Edward doesn't go through with it,
Trumbull will know something's up.
I know that!
So you're going to have to kill him.
That's PIan B?
You can do this, Henry.
That's a really bad PIan B.
I know that, but there's no other way. You have to do this.
For all our sakes.
Do you have a gun?
Yeah. Trumbull sent it.
Check it. What kind is it?
Um. It's a Beretta.
Okay.
Now press the button on the top Ieft-hand side of the handle.
This here? Crap, it broke!
No, Henry. That's just the magazine. Now Iook at the top of it.
Do you see a bullet there?
Come on, Norah. I can't do this!
Shut up, Henry. Do you see a bullet?
Yeah, I see a bullet.
Good. Now insert the magazine into the bottom of the handle until it clicks.
Okay, it's in there I think.
Now there's a Iittle Iever on the top Ieft-hand side above the grip.
That's the safety.
I want you to make sure it's in the off position. That's the up position.
Isn't that dangerous?
Not as dangerous as having it engaged when you need to fire.
Norah.
Just get as close as you can.
Norah.
And empty the gun into him. Don't take any chances.
Norah!
Don't take any chances. If he goes down, you shoot him in the head.
(CRYING)
NORAH: (ECHOING) Henry. This man murdered your mother in cold blood.
You will never know her. You'll never hear her voice.
This is a bad man, Henry.
Now go and do this thing.
Just get as close as you can and empty the gun into him.
Don't take any chances. Don't take any chances.
(SPEAKING PORTUGUESE)
Excuse me?
(SPEAKING PORTUGUESE)
I'm sorry. I don't understand.
I have some oversized packages for a Jack Spivey?
Okay.
Surprise!
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Jeez.
I had him, Edward. He was right there, three feet away.
I had the gun in my pocket, my hand on the gun.
And I kept telling myself what he is, what he did to us.
Garza didn't just take your parents from you, he took your entire world.
I live in that world while men like you deal with the ones hell-bent on destroying it,
Iike Garza.
I don't know how you do it. All I know is that I couldn't.
Not long ago I would've felt good about that, but now all I feel is shame.
All I can say is, I'm sorry.
Where was I when I needed myself?
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
You should have taken the shot!
(GRUNTING)
(GARZA SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
ALISTAIR: I trust you've resolved this issues to our mutual satisfaction?
Yes, sir, I have.
So we can put all this behind us and move on?
Yes.
Good.
Everybody makes mistakes, Edward.
The trick is not to put yourself in a position where you're forced to repeat them.
I understand, sir.
I'm sure you do.
Sir?
I just wanted to express my gratitude, sir.
Don't be silly, son. The pleasure's all mine.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CLICKING TONGUE)
Mueller have any Iuck cleaning up that Firefly business?
Yes. I expect the problem to be resolved soon. Very soon.
Just this morning he telephoned to give me a full update.
Hmm. That's odd.
Really. How so?
Because they fished Mueller out of The Seine three days ago
with a bullet in his brain.
I'm sorry I mislead you, AIistair. I was...
Well, you were right. Mueller wasn't up to it.
But I have every intention of putting someone else on it.
Someone more reliable. Top notch.
Don't worry about it, Peter.
The issue has already been resolved.
What? You Iocated Firefly?
Mmm-hmm.
In Rio.
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
(GROANING)