(Michael) My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until...
[ Cellphone rings ]
Man: 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 FBI --
You know spies --
a bunch of bitchy little girls.
-- Family, too --
Hey, is that your mom again?
-- If you're desperate.
Someone needs your help, Michael.
Bottom line --
as long as you're burned, you're
not going anywhere.
As a field operative, some
aspects of life aren't part of
your daily experience.
You may be familiar with the
mountains of Afghanistan or know
how to break down a .50-caliber
machine gun, but that expertise
comes at the cost of certain
normal activities people take for granted.
Keeping up with sports teams,
for example, or the details of lawn care --
[ crying ]
-- Or dealing with babies.
[ Crying continues ]
You're sure it doesn't need medical attention?
Its name is Charlie.
And your nephew's fine, bro.
He just needs a little nap.
Oh, by the way, mom -- thank you so much for the
"welcome home" meat loaf.
It was really -- it was thoroughly cooked.
And, uh, Ruth's going to be bummed she missed it.
Well, it's not every day you can get a pedicure.
[ Chuckles ]
So, how's Fiona?
Mom told me you guys are living together?
Yes, we are.
It's moving fast. [ Chuckles ]
At this rate, they should be married by 60.
Thanks for the food, mom.
I'm going to go fix the Charger.
[ Charlie crying ]
Michael, is there going to be an end to this?
'Cause I want my garage back.
Mom?
Could you just support his head?
You know, I mean, his little
neck muscles are not really developed yet.
You may recall that I've done this a couple of times.
Anything else?
No. That's it.
Hey, you know what I was thinking?
This would be an awesome project for us.
We could finally convert your
ride into a spymobile.
We'd put a smoke-screen button
right here for high-speed pursuits.
You know what happens to
smoke at 60 miles an hour?
It dissipates.
You doing all right, bro?
Nate, why'd you move back to Miami?
See?
[ Scoffs ]
Why do you got to be like that?
It's important to me and Ruth
that Charlie grow up around family.
The same Ruth who skipped the
"welcome home" lunch for a pedicure?
[ Breathes deeply ]
Look, you know Vegas isn't
the right kind of place for me.
And since Charlie's been born,
I've been trying to keep my nose clean.
I've been going back to Gamblers Anonymous.
Good for you.
Yeah.
It is good for me.
But I-I was kind of hoping that
you and mom could help me stay
straight, 'cause, um, family helps, bro.
You can help with the Charger.
Thanks.
It's good to have you home.
I should run.
Yeah?
Super-secret spy meeting?
Super-secret.
Oh.
Fi, uh, I thought we were
shopping for drapes.
That store sells drapes.
First things first.
I'm buying you a paper shredder.
Paper shredder?
You seem preoccupied lately.
I don't think it's healthy to
keep files on the people who ruined your life.
Vaughn, Carla, management --
they don't deserve a place in your head or your file cabinet.
I don't think some old files are the problem, Fi.
Well, let's get rid of them and see.
That part of your life is over.
Michael?
I think we're being tailed.
Man with the blue shopping bag.
You sure?
Not yet.
I clocked him in the parking lot
and the coffee place.
I don't think it's anything, Michael.
- Let's split up and see. - Fine.
One of the toughest parts of adjusting to civilian life after
a major operation is the paranoia.
You can't turn it off.
If a shopper behind you is carrying a suspicious package
and avoiding eye contact, they
could be there to do you harm.
And if you're right about the
threat, the consequences could be serious.
What do you want? What do you want?!
Daddy?
Of course, if you're wrong,
the consequences could be serious, as well.
[ Distant ] Michael!
I'm sorry.
I thought I -- What are you doing?
I thought that -- I-I'm sorry. My -- my boyfriend is --
Your boyfriend is a psycho, lady.
Come on, honey.
Post-operation paranoia isn't something you can control.
It's with you always --
when you're working, when you're relaxing.
Even sleep is no escape.
[ Gasps ]
[ Gun cocks ]
There's nothing there.
You're dreaming again.
We took care of it.
Okay?
Burn Notice 5x03 Mind Games Original Air Date on July 7, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Hey, Mikey, how you doing?
Got you a gift.
You got me a gift? Yeah.
Let me tell you -- you're a tough guy to shop for.
I mean, what do you get for the guy who basically has nothing.
Anyway, try that.
A gift certificate for a massage.
Best spa in Miami --
The Mist at the Darabont Hotel.
There's a five-month waiting list,
unless you have an in with the owner.
Sam's new girlfriend.
You have a new girlfriend?
Elsa and I don't use labels, Mike.
Except boy toy.
Ha! She calls me "boy toy."
Ha ha.
Anyway, this spa is so
relaxing, they got to bring in a
defibrillator to wake you up when you're done.
Might help you with your little --
[ whistles ]
You told him, Fi?
That you're obsessing over the people who burned you even
though they're either dead or in jail?
I might have mentioned it.
We've always known you've been a
little crazy, but we just don't want you going crazy-crazy.
Sam, I'm fine. It's just nightmares.
Well, they're a little more than that.
You attacked a man who was about to pull a Teddy bear on you.
I told you I spotted him three times.
I couldn't take the risk. It was a mistake.
I'm fine. [ Cellphone vibrating ]
It's Nate.
He's picking me up at the loft in 15 minutes.
Okay, Mike, get yourself a massage.
Do yourself a favor.
Wow. So, that went well.
Look, let's not worry about Mike.
He's just Mike.
Not right now, he isn't.
Two weeks living in Miami,
and you're already in trouble.
That's a record even for you.
It's not me. It's my friend.
Look, bro, I just need a little backup.
Nate, I'm sorry.
I just can't deal with this right now.
Okay. Good.
That's what I'll tell my friend.
I'll say, "oh, I am so sorry
that your life is in danger...
"But it's just really not
convenient for my brother right now."
- Whose life is in danger? - Jessica.
I knew her husband for like a
million years in Gamblers Anonymous.
He died of a heart attack last month.
He left her drowning in debt.
Let me guess -- loan-shark problems.
Yeah.
The dirtbag's name is Carter.
She's in mourning, and the guy trashed her shop.
She's in fear for her life.
She thinks he's going to kill her.
- Tell her to call the cops. - I did.
They filed a report for property
damage, and then they told her,
"call back if it gets serious."
Nate, I don't --
I'm just not up for this right now.
Listen, bro, I know you're going through some stuff.
[ Sighs ] But half of you is better than all of most people.
Come on.
The day after Paul's funeral, this guy, Carter, showed up.
He told me that my husband owed him a ton of money.
I didn't even know that Paul had been gambling again.
He was in the hole over 100 grand, Mike.
And now Carter wants to squeeze the money out of you?
I gave him everything I could, but it wasn't enough.
Somehow he found out about my dad's boat.
It's her dad's charter fishing boat.
And, of course, without that, he's out of work.
Losing it will destroy him, but it's the only thing that my
family owns that's worth anything.
I don't know what else to do.
Giving Carter the boat won't solve your problem.
He'll just go after something else.
Which is why we have to draw a line in the sand.
All right? We get a bat, right?
Couple bats.
- Um, actually, no. - And then -- no bats.
Just don't give him the boat just yet.
I'll see what I can do.
You guys know I'm broke.
I can't afford to pay you anything,
unless you accept free yogurt.
Deal.
So, what's our move?
This guy Carter, he hangs out at Jai Alai.
It's down on 37th.
I was thinking we could do some --
After you drop me off, your move is going home.
What?
You have a 2-month-old baby, Nate.
You shouldn't be hanging out around loan sharks.
Sam and I will check this guy out.
Gaming facilities provide a natural habitat for loan sharks
who are always hunting for
gamblers who need a quick buck at a bad rate.
As long as they don't turn on
each other, they're at the top
of the food chain.
Mike, I thought we just
talked about you taking some time off.
We did.
But I couldn't very well tell Nate's friend, "sorry your
life's in danger, but it's not convenient for me right now."
Well, this is basically the opposite of a vacation.
I mean, Nate's friend isn't just
dealing with a street hustler here.
Take a look at the guy.
Guy looks like he's made out of
scrap metal -- that's Carter.
He's got a rep for squeezing
people until they're selling plasma.
He's moving up the ranks pretty quick.
The guy's a real pit bull.
The one holding his leash?
Uh, that's the boss, Wallace.
He owns this place and Jessica's debt.
Suspected in a couple of murders.
I checked into him, Mike.
These guys are real pros.
Good. You'll be careful.
You got something in mind?
Convince him the boat they
want is mixed up in a police investigation.
If they're as smart as you say
you are, they'll back off and
leave Jessica alone.
Nice.
So you want to swap the papers on the boat.
You think one of your cop
buddies can hook us up with a
fishing boat the Miami P.D.'s already investigating?
Mike, what are the chances you're going to forget all this
and use that spa gift certificate?
- Zero. - I'm on it.
Come on, Vega! Quit dogging it!
Hoping to scare off that loan shark with your shirt?
It's part of the Nate Westen collection.
It won't get into my regular rotation.
I promise.
I should hope not.
Are you sure you want to do this?
A woman's in real trouble.
It's better than me obsessing over...
The other thing.
Well, I'm glad we're on the same page.
I picked up that paper shredder
we didn't get a chance to buy the other day.
One press of the button, and your past becomes your past.
All right. I'll take care of it tonight.
Right now?
Yeah, I have a business meeting.
Have a good day at work, honey.
Making an approach to a bad
guy isn't always about seeming
scary, intimidating, or even smart.
A certain kind of target needs
to feel superior, so if getting
the job done means letting them
be the dominant force in the room...
Shop's closed! Everyone out!
Now!
You step back and let them do exactly that.
You deaf, dumb, or just looking to get hurt?
I'm looking to get paid, bro.
Yogurt lady's dead husband owed me money, too.
- The name's Trey. - Get in line.
She don't give anybody a nickel till I'm done with her.
You know, she figured you'd say that.
And for a second there, I was nervous.
Two of us trying to collect, and she's tapped out?
[ Chuckles ] It's like squeezing juice from a stone.
You mean blood.
No, no. Pretty sure it's juice.
So she mentions you've been hassling her about some boat.
- And ding -- I have an idea. - Not interested.
Hey, I know you're a busy man.
I'm just asking for five minutes, okay?
If the yogurt lady's daddy has a boat,
I am exactly the guy you should be talking to.
I don't like your ugly shirt, I don't like your smart mouth,
and I don't like you.
I do things my way.
Well, let's do it your way. Okay.
You want to do it your way? Let's do it your way!
Hand over the boat, yogurt lady!
Don't get me wrong.
I like breaking stuff as much as the next guy.
But according to the DMV, that boat belongs to her daddy, so
smashing counters isn't going to make it yours, is it?
You want to turn it into nice,
untraceable cash?
Then I'm who you want to talk
to, using a little system I like to call the Trey system.
- Which is? - I have a buddy.
I used to do this back in Vegas. I called him the magician.
Forges documents.
I can get us papers that make that boat yours.
You cash out said boat --
dollar bills rain from the sky.
You're listening to Trey now, aren't you?
All right.
You just earned a date with my boss.
As a spy, you get used to
people having whispered
conversations about you.
It's a little like being in high school.
But when people are whispering about you in algebra, they're a
lot less likely to try and kill you afterward.
You worked with a crew in Vegas?
Crew? No.
Just one buddy. He's the guy I told you about.
So only one deadbeat back there knows
you're here sticking your nose where it don't belong.
Chief, it's not like that.
I thought I had an opportunity here.
Hey, what kind of a man would I be if I let just anybody walk
in here and tell me how to run my business?
Vic, take this guy back. Work on his manners.
Hey, hey, hey.
You don't like him, you don't like him.
The guy's got a plan. Hear him out.
I think Carter's got a soft spot for you.
Isn't that sweet.
Nah. He just knows a smart idea when he sees one.
You've been waiting on this yogurt lady's boat
for what -- a month now?
There's more than one way to skin a cat's hair off its body.
My guy in Vegas, he can make
title documents appear out of thin air.
I know that drill. Too bad I don't like magic.
Do you like money? Do you like money?
I got watermarks, renewal notices, state registration.
This guy can even toss in a fake repair history.
Nah. Something always splashes back.
They want to sue you. They repossess the boat.
I don't know who broke your
heart in the past, but it wasn't me.
These forged documents are so
good, they make real ones look fake.
I just want my money.
Then let's see what he can do.
And nothing's going to splash back.
Once we get our new boat,
I'll take yogurt lady and her daddy on a trip to the Everglades.
They're dead, they can't sue nobody.
Fine.
But if this goes sideways, Vegas, some gator's going to be
making swamp fertilizer out of you, too.
I know it sounds scary, but we can still make it work.
I'm in with the loan sharks now.
What difference does that even make?
I mean, they're planning on killing
Jessica whether she hands over the boat or not.
I mean, don't worry.
We're not going to let them, um --
uh, Nate's right. We're not going to let them kill you.
That's why we're going to do more than just get you mixed up
with a police investigation.
We're going to make Carter look like an undercover cop.
His boss is going to have to remove him from the equation,
you're off the hook, and Miami
has one less sociopath to worry about.
I like that you're so confident, but is that even possible?
It's not as crazy as it sounds.
Carter's never been arrested,
he's from out of town, and he's
moving up the ladder pretty fast.
Throw in a police boat and a
service-issue Glock planted at
his place, he might as well be wearing a badge.
Right. I love this idea.
- What can I do? - You're coming with me.
We're going to keep tabs on Carter.
Just keep your head down for the next few days, and we'll let you
know when they're gone for good.
You be all right.
Okay. Thanks.
Carter's making another collection, which should give us
a chance to get to his car.
That's pretty small.
This is really going to lead us to his place?
That's the magic of GPS satellites, Nate.
You need to place it under his wheel well.
Yeah. Okay.
By the way, that shirt looks good on you.
I mean, of course, it does look better on me, but it looks
pretty good on you.
I'm burning it after this is over.
Harsh.
Well, in any case, this might be our best chance.
Looks like they're pretty occupied.
Yeah, with barbecuing a motorcycle dealership.
That's gasoline.
Change of plans. I'm going inside, see if I can
move this along and keep Carter from hurting anyone.
You plant the tracker, Nate.
Don't make any mistakes.
We may only get one chance at this.
Next time, it's your skull!
Please, stop.
You destroy my bikes, I can't get you your money.
That was last week's excuse.
Seems like we're not getting through to you.
No, please, stop! I'm begging you!
You know, they say there's nothing worse than burning to death.
I can get your money next week.
Yeah, your skin sizzles right off your body.
Your lungs sear from the hot air.
You gag from the smell of your own burning flesh.
Ha!
Hey, there you are.
I been calling you, bro.
What the hell are you doing here?
Why aren't you picking up your phone?
I told you I'd call you.
Now get lost!
What, right after your whole murder and arson in broad daylight?
You going to call me from jail?
Damn it. Look what you did.
Ohh!
Damn, bro! Little harsh.
Should put a bullet in your head right now.
Only if you don't care about getting yogurt lady's boat.
My guy called.
The papers are ready.
Fine. Go get them. Set it up.
The sooner this is over,
the sooner I never have to see you again.
Hot bike.
How'd it go?
I've had better jobs.
You plant the tracker?
N-no.
You said you were going to do that, right?
Dude, I'm messing with you, bro.
I put it under the rear wheel well.
God.
You really weren't kidding about being out of it.
When you're running an official operation,
the mission is over when your superiors say it is.
Documents are locked away to a basement vault,
and you walk away.
When you're investigating events from your own life,
it's harder to turn the page.
Even if you've read a file 10 times,
it might still hold a secret.
Hey.
Nate and I found Carter's apartment in Coconut Grove.
It shouldn't be too hard to sneak in once he's gone.
It should be empty tomorrow morning.
Sam just swapped out the boats up in Boca.
I'm going to take Carter up there,
so you should have a few hours.
Great.
That gives me more time than I need to hide our little gift.
One cellphone, complete with call log to the local precinct.
And one body-wire rig.
And a police-issue Glock.
Everything to make Carter look like an undercover cop
but a box of doughnuts.
It's perfect, Fi.
I see someone's been doing a little spring shredding.
It feel good?
Look, I know it's hard to leave your past behind,
but it's for the best.
You'll sleep easier.
Unless I keep you up.
Bad guys, like most people,
aren't big on checking the details in legal documents,
which makes fine print a powerful weapon for a spy.
Altering information on subsection 10 of a title deed
may not be very exciting,
but when that information makes a loan shark look like a cop,
it can be as deadly as a bullet.
Congratulations.
We're proud owners of the Skylark II.
You weren't kidding.
Your guy's got skills.
I'll pick up the boat this afternoon.
Well, let's go now.
I arranged my day so we could both drive up to Boca.
Tough luck.
I got things to do.
Stuff that's more important than getting rich?
Oh, come on.
It'll take two hours.
Okay, okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I see what's happening.
You're trying to cut out the middleman.
Don't look a gift horse in the teeth.
You mean mouth.
No, I think it's teeth.
Point is, you never cut out Trey.
I'm not cutting you out.
I'll call you when I have your money.
- Look, Trey is not leaving -- - [ gun cocks ]
I just detailed this car.
I don't want to have to detail it again.
Trey is leaving.
So, how are you going to handle the sale?
Do you got someone who can sell the boat?
What's the timeline thing for sort of the --
Are you going to advertise on the worldwide web?
Hey, Mikey, we're in Carter's place now,
planting his little undercover-cop stash.
Aren't you supposed to be with Carter driving up to Boca?
He had other ideas.
You got a bead on the car?
I'll take a look.
He say anything about where he was headed?
No, he wasn't particularly chatty.
Oh, crap, Mike.
He's heading home.
He's heading right here,
and he's close.
Sam, get out of there now.
What? He's driving here now?
Yeah. I'll buy you as much time as I can.
Plant the stash.
I'm on it.
Stalling someone with a car accident
is about calibrating the perfect amount of impact.
You don't want to cause a major injury
or create a massive scene.
You just need enough contact
to keep your target from leaving right away,
and it's all about the timing.
You want to make them-- hit you.
Hey, buddy.
What the hell was that?
You trying to kill me?
You pulled out in front of me.
That was your fault.
Oh, my back.
Oh, I didn't hit you that hard.
Look, there's almost no damage.
Just call it even.
Even? You could have crushed my spinal cord!
Oh, okay.
Is that the way it's going to be, huh?
You going to extort me?
You want it?
Here, take this.
I'm leaving.
How dare you!
First you run into me.
Now you're trying to buy me off?
Oh, get lost.
No, no.
Oh, no.
Where do you think you're going,
Mr. hit-and-run?
Get lost!
R72A3T-- that's your license plate,
and I am calling the cops.
You're not calling the cops.
I told you to take off,
or I'll give you some real injuries.
Okay, I'm willing to make a deal.
I told you to get lost!
Okay, just give me the cash.
How about that?
You got to at least admit that you're wrong.
I'm going to make a citizen's arrest.
Okay.
Apartment 22.
Get out of here.
You jerk!
I broke a nail.
The pieces are in place.
There's a service-issue.
40-cal hidden in Carter's floor,
and they're heading for the boat.
So now you can accuse Carter of being an undercover cop.
Well, almost.
First, we need Carter to give his boss the boat, right?
Here we go, Mike.
Radio's playing my favorite song.
Carter's showing off the new boat to Wallace right now.
The guy's going to need rotator-cuff surgery the way
he's patting himself on the back.
Thought you and Vegas were hunting this down together.
Where is he?
I don't know.
That guy caught a lucky break running into us,
but I'm ready to be done with him.
This thing has a nav system.
Outrigger's a tuna tower.
Pretty sweet, huh?
I told you I should be hunting bigger game.
Let me see those title papers.
Here.
Good as advertised.
You put me in the position to make plays,
I score every time.
Selling this will bring half a mill, easy.
That's how valuable I am.
But let me check out your books.
I'll find you other ways to turn your accounts into hard,
cold cash.
You did good, Carter.
Now relax.
See, the guy is using the boat to move up in Wallace's crew --
It's perfect.
Yeah, we got him right where we want him.
What's next?
Well, now we got to bring in our friend Jesse.
Get him in place.
Mike, he's doing it on his lunch hour,
so we got to make it snappy.
It's time to give Wallace some bad news
about his employee of the month.
Hey, chief, can I get those papers, you know, from the boat?
Uh, turns out I'm not a fan of Miami,
so if I could get those papers --
No way. That's not the way it works.
We sell the boat. We get you--
No, no, no. I don't want the money.
You can keep the share.
You know, I changed my mind.
I'm going to move back to Vegas.
Wait a minute.
What is going on?
Nothing. It's complicated.
You know what? Forget it.
I'll just go.
Now, let me make it simple for you.
Why are you trying to blow town?
No, no, no, no, no.
I just --
D-don't shoot the guy with the message, all right?
Your boy Carter set us up.
That fishing boat he found,
it belongs to the Miami P.D.
According to who?
According to the truth.
I saw the photos.
I can't get mixed up with this.
I want to see those photos.
I don't have them with me.
A guy -- he tips me off.
I -- I can't get arrested.
Well, there's worse things than getting arrested.
Now let's go and see the photos.
You got a cop tipping you off?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
This guy Fickas is a clerk.
He sits on the dispatch desk.
When I move to a new place,
I get an insurance policy --
Somebody to keep an eye out for any trouble coming my way.
Are you kidding me?!
Are you a stupid person?
You brought them to my job?
Are you serious?
It wasn't my idea.
I want to see some photos now.
You -- you told him about the photos?
I'm not even supposed to have these.
Give me those.
Okay -- you need to ease up -- on the attitude.
Fickas heard our names come up
on the wire at the precinct.
They were talking about this boat.
Yeah, I remember the name Skylark II.
So I did a little, uh --
little poking around on the drug-bust database.
It turns out that
your boat is from a coke bust in Broward last year.
I was on this boat yesterday.
I told you that Carter is mixed up with the cops.
Mixed up with?
No, no, no.
I'd say it's a -- little more than just that.
You think he's undercover?
Duh.
How long you known this Carter guy?
No way.
There's no way he's a cop.
He's one of my top earners.
That's how it works.
Hundred bucks says you prick his finger,
he's bleeding blue,
okay? You might want to search his place.
I'm going to need those back. Thank you.
Too bad.
They're mine.
Um, he's kind of a --
photography aficionado there.
I'll double your fee.
You let me know if anything else comes over the wire.
Let's call the boys.
We're going to pay Carter a visit.
That's a good idea.
The millisecond you get back,
I'm going to need those papers, and I'm going to have --
What are you talking about,
Vegas? You're coming with me.
And you better pray you're right,
because somebody's going to be eating a bullet.
What the hell?
What are you guys doing here?
How's it going, officer?
Or is it detective?
What are you talking about?
Recognize that boat, pig?
Wallace, I don't know what you thinks' going on, but --
Shut up!
Tear this place apart!
You did this. You switched the boats on me.
Oh, yeah. That's a funny one, cop.
You've been after that boat since day one.
I just helped with the phony title.
I promise you, I'm not a cop.
There's nothing to find!
Oh, you're trying to blame me?
That's like the kettle insulting the pot.
I've been a soldier for you, boss.
I -- I've expanded your territory.
I made you money.
I -- I've bled for you.
Looks like you're going to bleed a little bit more.
Now shut the hell up.
Nothing!
Well, check for hidden compartments, hollow books.
Check the freezer.
Hey, we better find something, Vegas.
Check behind the toilet,
check under the rug.
I promise you, there's nothing to find!
I'm not a cop!
One of you is lying to me.
Well, it isn't me.
I'm trying to help you.
Check everywhere.
Maybe under the floorboard.
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo --
Shoot a rat in the throat.
You can search everywhere, boss.
It doesn't matter.
There's nothing to find.
Check behind that painting.
One of the most powerful techniques in a spy's arsenal
is accusing a bad guy of being a good guy.
Your enemy's associates dispatch their version of justice
faster than any law-enforcement agency,
but they're often more ruthless.
Of course, that's the same reason
that spies live in fear of the day
they accidentally accuse one of the good guys --
of being a good guy.
Oh, hello.
Gee, I wonder if these kids know that their daddy's a rat.
I guess they can tell themselves he died doing his job.
Too bad, piggy.
Weren't fast enough, huh?
Get him out of here.
You do not want to do this.
I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Anything happens to me, you all get death sentences.
Well, I suggest you get me in handcuffs
before you start yammering on about putting me in a gas chamber!
Your little fed friends are never going to see you again!
Please don't do this.
Get him out of here.
I won't forget this.
You did good, Vegas.
When people are whipped into a murderous frenzy,
standing between them and their target can get you killed.
To stay in the game,
you have to seem just as crazy as everyone else.
You son of a bitch!
Please.
You do not want to kill me.
Get back!
I'm going to end this.
You have to come up with a reason you need to stay close
and the target needs to stay alive.
Well, no.
What are you doing?
You can't kill this bastard till I ask him some questions.
Excuse me?
I'm in charge!
Now move!
You're in charge, but we're both in danger.
Let me pick his brain before you blow his head off.
Let me find out what the Feds know about me.
If you were smart, you'd do the same thing.
Fine. I got a spot on Key Biscayne.
I'll take him there, I'll string him up.
I'll tell you what I find out.
You're not the only one who got stabbed in the back here!
I have every right --
This is my show!
Yeah, it's your show,
but what if the guy coughs up something
about a snitch in your crew
and you want to find out more?
Might be nice to bring a guy
who's got an ear on the pulse of the cops.
Okay, okay, you can come along.
Now get him in the car!
All right, I'm going to call my guy over at dispatch,
see if he knows anything.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you were right.
Found a stash in the wall at his place.
You mean the floor.
Yeah, that's right -- in the wall, behind an ugly painting.
Oh, wait, Mike,
are you saying that Carter is actually an undercover cop?
Scumbag's a Fed.
Going to take him up to Key Biscayne,
get the whole story out of him.
Oh, boy. That's not good. This is not good.
Yeah, yeah, you're telling me.
Okay, we need a plan.
You're heading to Key Biscayne --
We'll meet you at the causeway.
We can tail you from there.
All right, sounds good.
Once you stop, we'll go in hard.
No, stay out of sight.
I'll get them running.
You sweep them up.
What'd he say?
Nobody's missing Carter yet.
Now, let's find out what this pig's last words are going to be.
Hold on.
He had a toolbox in his apartment.
Go get me a pair of pliers and a hammer.
Son of a bitch!
I'm undercover, too.
[ engine turns over ]
When the trunk opens, come out swinging.
All right, let's go!
Give me those pliers.
Going to find out what that son of a bitch knows.
No!
I'm going to handle this.
How?
I'm going to find out!
What the hell?
Which one of you two tied him up?
I'm going to shoot one of you for that!
Go get him!
It takes a combination of factors
to create the fog of war on a battlefield.
But spies know even a single weapon
can be a serious distraction.
It's hard not to look where someone's firing,
and gunshots are disorienting,
especially at close range.
What the hell?
I'm out of ammo.
You got some?
That's all I got.
What the hell?
Stay quiet.
We're on your side.
Wait a minute.
You're the guy who crashed into me.
No, actually, you crashed into me,
but that doesn't matter now.
Who the hell are you guys?
Look, I know you got questions,
but they're going to have to wait.
It's all good.
I think we should head back.
Not yet.
[ cell phone vibrating ]
All right, you check over there,
and I'll check over here.
You got him?
Yeah, he's safe, but he's not our biggest fan.
Been trying to collect evidence on Wallace
for the past six months, and we just wrecked his case.
Then let's put it back together.
You get the cavalry heading over to Wallace's place,
and I'll find what we need to put him away.
Mike, you sure you want to do this?
This whole thing is my fault, Sam,
and I'm going to fix it.
My friend's making a play to take Wallace down.
You up for giving him a little help?
Whatever it takes.
How the hell did you let him escape?
We're all going to go to prison.
Prison? It's going to be worse than prison.
We tried to murder a Fed.
I'm calling my guys.
I got somebody at the port with a boat.
He smuggles me out.
They're not going to extradite me from Cuba.
Even if you can trust the rest of your crew,
you're going to live the rest of your life off
what's in your pocket?
Well, you got a better idea, Trey?
I got a guy in Vegas.
He can set us up.
New names, new licenses, new socials.
In 48 hours, he can give us new lives.
All we need is cash.
How much can you get your hands on?
Everything I got is at the office.
Then that's where we need to go right now.
What are you -- insane?
We're not going anywhere near there.
I talked to Fickas.
The cops don't know anything yet.
Carter's on foot.
We've got enough time to grab your cash
and the books on every debt you have left to collect.
We can do this.
No. The smart move is running, and I got to be smart.
Listen to me!
I was right about Carter, wasn't I?
You want to live the rest of your life in a shack in Cuba?
Or shake down high rollers and fix fights in Vegas?
I mean, from where I'm standing,
it's not even a choice.
We got at least a half an hour.
Fickas texted me.
The judge just signed a search warrant for this place.
We'll be long gone by then.
Don't leave anything.
Grab it.
Grab it all.
Meet me out back in five minutes.
The cops will be looking for your car,
so we should take mine.
Smart.
We're going to go far, Vegas.
I got a good feeling about this.
Me too.
Hands behind your head!
What the hell?
Wallace, hands behind your head!
Turn around!
Get down on the ground!
Down on the ground!
Down on the ground now!
You said I should wait to
cuff you before talking about
sending you to the gas chamber.
Hate to correct you, boss,
capital punishment in the state of Florida is lethal injection.
Very thoughtful of Wallace to box up his files for us.
Any chance he's an undercover cop?
You were pretty convincing, Trey.
So were you.
How'd you get the feds to let you torch that bike?
Ah, sometimes you have to cause a lot of damage
to avoid hurting people.
Probably sounds crazy.
No, it makes perfect sense.
Still trying to sort out everything that happened back there,
but if there's one thing I know for certain --
You saved my life.
Thanks.
It was the least I could do.
And you, drive safe.
Always.
I should have seen it, Sam.
It was way too easy to make him look like a cop.
Maybe, but you made it right.
Barely.
One bad break out there, and a good man dies.
Nobody said what we do is easy, Mike.
I know you got to go talk to Jessica, but come on --
I'll buy you a beer.
He had me terrified for weeks.
Yeah, he was pretty convincing.
But you would have just ended up in Witness Protection.
Well, in any event,
you're safe now.
Crime ring is gone,
and the feds said you get your money back.
I wish there was more I could do to thank you,
but this will have to do.
Free yogurt for life, bro.
With unlimited toppings.
I'll just take the yogurt.
Hey, Mike, I need to talk to you for a minute.
It's not about the Charger.
Fi told me that you were having trouble getting by some stuff.
I don't want a lecture, Nate.
Well, I'm not lecturing you.
Just saying I know a thing or two about addiction.
So you think I'm addicted to
dealing with the people who burned me?
Look, I told you why I left Vegas.
I didn't tell you when I decided.
Charlie was born 11:42 on a Thursday morning.
You know where I was 11:42?
I was at the Horseshoe,
because I was up 700 bucks,
and I couldn't leave the table.
And that was it for me.
That was -- that was rock bottom.
I'm not telling you to stop doing what you're doing, all right?
Now, no one can make you stop --
Not until you're ready.
And it doesn't look like you're ready.
What do you think I should do, Nate?
I think you should see this through. Right?
I mean, either you're going to find out that you're crazy,
or maybe this thing with you getting burned isn't over.
Either way, it's going to hurt.
Michael.
You said you shredded those.
I didn't actually say that.
You said that.
I just didn't correct you.
I'm sorry, Fi.
I just -- I found a thread,
and when I pulled at it -- Michael,
I'm -- worried.
Fi, I'm not losing my mind.
As the CIA was rounding up all the people who burned me,
I kept thinking all my questions would be answered.
But look at this.
There are just a lot of inconsistencies.
Just little things --
you know, fuel receipts and docking papers --
money transfers to nowhere.
I answer one question, another pops up.
You're never going to answer all the questions, Michael.
There'll always be another thread to pull.
You have to move on.
I know. I will.
I just need to take one more look.
Just one more look, Fi.
[ Sighs ]
Come to bed, Michael.
We'll look at these together tomorrow.
Okay, I'll be right there.
[ Thunder crashes ]
Come to bed.
I'll be right there.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==