While Michael, Sam and Fi have Victor in captivity, he starts sharing. He tells Michael his story: he was burned and his family was killed by Carla, so his attempts to kill Michael were really attacks on Carla's organization. Satisfied with the veracity of Victor's story, Michael takes him on as a client. But Carla figures out that Michael has Victor, and she's pissed enough to send in the big guns. Not big enough, but we're getting to that.
It's Sam's job to get Madeline out of town, but she picks this moment to get curious, and refuses to leave with Sam until she has some answers. But by then, the house is surrounded and he has to blow it to shit to effect their escape. When that's done, Madeline insists on disappearing into the woodwork so Sam can be free to help Michael.
Michael's actually doing pretty well with Victor and Fi, as they get their hands on a blackmail file that Victor's been keeping on Carla. But just when Michael and Victor are about to escape to Cuba on Victor's boat, Carla shows up ready to literally blow them out of the water. Sam and Fi take Carla out with a sniper rifle and make their escape just as some major paramilitary backup is arriving, but Victor's not so lucky; wounded, he takes the fall so Michael can take the credit with Carla's management. And by "fall" I mean "bullet in the chest."
With all of that over, Michael finally meets "Management," a man in black played by John Mahoney. During a helicopter ride, Michael turns over Victor's file on Carla and, instead of accepting the implied offer for Carla's old job, demands to be left alone. Management asks if Michael's sure that's what he wants, and if he's ever wondered what happened to all his spy enemies, and what'll happen to Michael if Management quits looking out for him. For added effect, he opens the chopper door a hundred feet over the Caribbean and invites Michael to use it. For even greater effect, Michael does. And there's your finale, and your setup for Season Three. See you in June.
Season finale. Let's go!
As Michael strolls through a Miami shopping district, he VOs about how the most dangerous time in any operation is when it's all coming together. "You never know whether you're about to get a pat on the back or a bullet to the back of the head." As though they're mutually exclusive. He reaches an appointed street corner and checks his watch, just before a stretch limo pulls up. As he climbs in, he VOs, "Of course, there's not much you can do but act like everything's fine." In the back of the limo is a hump in a suit and sunglasses, and also Carla, offering him chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds and some tea. As the limo gets moving, she pours him a cup and says this is to serve as a reminder of his old life, "when Michael Westen was just a carefree spy in the deserts of Afghanistan." Carla claims that she used to be like Michael. "Lived for the job. Then I discovered the job doesn't love you back." He realizes she's telling him she was burned too, back in the day. She says she was angry about it at first, but then realized she didn't miss the old gig, and that Michael might yet come to the same conclusion. But she's still pretending to be open to cutting him loose. "Anything's possible if you do your job," she says as he lets her pop a seed into his mouth. With the carrot thus administered, it's now time for the stick. She gets serious as she warns him that "management's not happy," and they're coming to town. "Remember, there are worse things than being blacklisted," she says darkly. "Oh, I know," Michael snarks. "I could be this guy." As the limo stops and "this guy" fails to display any reaction whatsoever, Michael hops out, a few minutes older and a few blocks further west.
Later, Michael takes a much longer drive, out into the country at the wheel of his Charger. Soon he's back at the same