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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
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...
- [ Laughs ]

- 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.

Bottom line:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

Previously on Burn Notice.

Give us the man
who killed our operatives,

and you and I
can have a little chat
about your future.

When Carla finds out
you hid me, all your questions
will be resolved...

with a bullet to the head
for both of us.

- What does that
have to do with me?
- It's all a way to get to Mike.

Get your bag, we'll go.

Crap.
We gotta create a distraction.

It's not good-bye.
It's just... in case.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Carla ]
Management's on the way.

Any story I tell them
has to begin
with Victor's dead body.

[ Gunshot ]

- Finally.
- They get me alive, and they're
gonna take me apart.

Get out while you can.

I want you people
out of my life!

All your old enemies...
Did they just
forget about you...

or has someone
been keeping them at bay?

You want out?
You have no idea
what hell will rain down...

if we stop watching out for you.

I'll take my chances.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As an operative,

you get used to being
in uncomfortable situations.

Whether it's
resisting interrogation
in a foreign prison,

fighting guerrilla forces
in a tropical jungle...

or swimming five miles
to Miami Beach
in your suit pants,

it's just part of the job.

What's harder to get used to
is going into a situation...

you don't know anything about.

Just because you're exhausted
and disoriented...

doesn't mean
you can stop looking out
for trouble.

Hi.

Danger isn't always obvious.

It can be as subtle
as a glance from
a friendly seeming tourist,

a car that slows down
at an odd time...

or a cop that suddenly seems
a little too interested in you.

Sir.

Hey, get back here!

[ Man ]
Hey, put those back, man!

[ Grunts ]

I think he ran into the hotel.
Send all available units.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The backbone of most
hotel phone systems...

is secured by nothing more
than a door
and a cheap lock,

which makes them convenient
for people...

who need to make quick,
untraceable phone calls.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Police Radio, Indistinct ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Michael ]
Fi.
Michael?

- You all right?
- More or less.

Your helicopter ride was not
as long as I expected.
How'd it go?

It was, uh, interesting.

It looks like the people
who burned me are gonna
leave me alone for now anyway.

- Thanks for saving my life, Fi.
- It's always a treat to get
you out of trouble, Michael.

Well, I appreciate it.

I checked the police radio
for news of our adventure.

There was a call
about a mystery man
washing up on the beach.

Little going-away present
from your helicopter friends?

How bad are we talking?

You wouldn't happen to be
at the McAlpin Hotel, would you?

The police think
you're armed and dangerous.
[ Sirens Wailing ]

Guess I'll have to
find another way out of here.

But now is not the time
to blast your way out
of a building.

Talk to the cops now,
or get ready for
a citywide manhunt.

Fine. Can you call Sam
so he can figure out
about my situation?

Of course.
[ Exhales ]

- And, Michael?
- Yeah, Fi?

I'm glad you're alive.
Try to keep it that way.

[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Groans ]

- [ Chattering ]
- [ Man ]
Stay back!

[ Man ♪2 ]
Back, back. Come on.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Just because you can
escape from a situation...

doesn't mean you should.

It's a risk-reward thing.

Sometimes you have to
take your chances.

Down on your knees!
Hands behind your head!

Sometimes you have to remember
it's easier to dodge questions
than bullets.

[ Lock Buzzes ]

Thanks for coming, Sam.
What do we know?

Well, um,
the bad news is you're still
as burned as ever.

You're still the top
of all the travel watch lists,

and your assets
are frozen like Popsicles.

- And the good news?
- Well, the good news is...

that, uh, your status
has changed.

I mean, whatever magic they were
working to keep you out of the
police computers, they stopped.

Oh, uh, you're back on the radar
of foreign agencies too.

So the good news is I'm being
investigated by the cops...

and the foreign
intelligence agencies?

Yeah, well, that's a change.

I mean, it's progress of a sort.

Any luck getting me out of here?

Well, until they
charge you with something,
there's not much I can do.

They're stalling.
I guess somebody hasn't
been talking much?

Memory loss.
You know how that is.

Yeah, the cops...
They love that one.

And, you know, the whole, uh,
"no I.D., no bank account"...

That's not helping either.
So I had to be in touch
with your mom...

trying to dig up
an old driver's license
or something.

- My mom... she okay?
- Yeah.

She's just a little upset
about the, um...
you know, the house blowing up.

It's not the whole house.
It's just the, uh...

You know, the sunroom?
It came out okay,
but I think the bottom line...

is you're better off in here
until your ma cools off.

Just sit tight, Mike.
Oh, one more thing.

Your shades got
delivered to the loft...

along with this.

[ Michael Sighs ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, you expect to
get locked up from time to time.

If you're on the job,
you just keep busy until someone
negotiates your release.

If you're working alone,

you may have to get used to
steel bars and baked beans.

All right, you.
Let's go.
[ Buzzer Sounds ]

- Go where?
- You've been released.

- Why? Has something changed?
- I don't know.

You want me to check
to see if you can stick around?

Now where can I get myself
a pretty shirt like that?

Harlan.

Harlan, what the hell
are you doing here?

That's it?
Haven't seen you since what,
Lebanon, Bosnia?

- Don't I get
a "Hey, old buddy"?
- Hey, old buddy.

[ Laughing ]

I heard through the grapevine
that you were in the clink.

So I called Sam Axe
and offered my help.

One of my, uh, security clients
is a big lawyer,

and he accused them
of holding you as
a political prisoner.

I got a big laugh
out of that one.

- Michael Westen
and Nelson Mandela.
- Thanks, Harlan.

Hey, I just got you
out of jail, bud.

Can I get some love here?

Look at you.

Been trying to
track you down for ages.
Then all of a sudden,

you started poppin' up
on some computer databases.

Poof!
Right outta the blue.

Stuff on there about you, uh,
goin' rogue, sellin' secrets.

Someone wanted to use me,
make sure I had no
other options.

So they fabricated
a bunch of stuff
and used it to burn me.

Yeah, Axe told me. Anyway,
I got my ass on down here.

Come on.
I'll give you a ride.

Well, look who's here!

It's good to see you, Michael.
Mom.

So glad you're not dead.
I did a little remodeling
with Sam. You like it?

- I'm so sorry, Mom.
- Who's your friend?

Uh, this is Harlan.
We did some work together...

in some other countries
a while back.

It's very nice to meet you,
Mrs. Westen.

It's always nice
to meet Michael's
mysterious acquaintances.

Mom, he's a friend.

Mm-hmm.
While we were
in those other countries,

Michael always used to say
how much he missed his mom.

You're a bad liar, Harlan.
I like that about you.
You want a beer?

Sure. Sounds good.

Sam and Fi are in the back
drawing up plans
to fix this mess.

I imagine they could
use some help.
[ Chuckles ]

So, Harlan,
tell me about yourself.
What do you do?

You destroy houses too?

I'm tellin' ya,
it's a hell of a lot harder...

rebuilding a sunroom
than blowing the damn thing up.

You have no one to blame
but yourself.

If you blow
something up correctly,
you have nothing left to fix.

Well, look who
came home from jail.

It's nice to be home.

Hey, I hate to rain
on the whole homecoming
lovey thing,

but we got problems.

Carla's people were
the only thing keepin'
the cops off our backs.

Not to mention 12 countries
worth of guys who are lookin'
to put a bullet in you, Mike.

Well, third-degree burns
prevent acne. That doesn't mean
you set your head on fire.

Ha-ha.
The point is, we got
a whole new set of worries.

We need all the help we can get.

Listen, I was talking
to Harlan earlier and he...

You guys talking
about the gig?
The gig?

You told him, right?
I was about to.
Hey, Mike,

we're helpin' a girl
that he met down south.

- Pays top dollar.
- And Axe volunteered you
and Fi for duty.

- Sorry, Mike. Didn't mean to
just spring this on you.
- No worries.

He does this for fun.

** [ Horn Intro ]

** [ Man Sings In Spanish ]

Two weeks ago, some men
came to my family's farm
and told us to move.

They said it belonged
to an American company now.

I was doing security
for a mining company down there.

These corporations
are bribing officials down south
to steal land.

It's all run out of here
in Miami.

They paid a judge
to put my father in prison.

It's only a matter of time
before he dies in there.

I checked it out, Mike.
The guy who runs this scam
is Rufino Cortez.

He's wanted in Venezuela,
part of a corruption probe.

He'll spook if they try
to extradite him. So we gotta
grab him off the books.

He goes down, we take
a few corrupt judges with him.

[ Sam ]
Sunshine's a great
disinfectant, Mike.

If we do this, it's not just
for Marta's family.

You know, Rufino's been
goin' after all kinds of folks
down there.

Uh, Marta,
let's go get something to drink.

Ever had a mango mojito?

What's goin' on, Harlan?

And don't tell me
it was a coincidence...

that you bailed me out of jail
and then you just happened
to have a job for me.

[ Chuckling ]
No, I...

Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry.
It's just...

I've been seeing her, and when
I heard about this thing,
you needin' help with jail,

I figured that I'd...
Kill two birds
with one stone.

Look, this Rufino, man,
he's evil.

He's had a few people
come after him, so now
he's guarded like the pope.

But I think
I've got a name.
But I need some help.

- My help.
- You always were the smart one,
and I was the pretty one.

Listen, I looked her in the eye,

and I told her I would help.

Please, Mike.

I'll see what I can do.

** [ House ] [ Chattering ]

When I scouted
this place, I thought,
"Michael's gonna love this."

Get to play dress up.
What's your plan?

This is Rufino's club.
He's here every night.

I figured
we'd have a better time
separating him from his, uh,

security team
in here than outside.

Is that what you figured?

Back there.
Private booth.

You know, he's the, uh, boss.

I forget how you
say that in Spanish.

- Guy's a real charmer.
- Yep.

That scumbag next to him
is Falcone, Rufino's main man
here in Miami.

You see, the guy
almost always has
a security detail.

Even takin' a leak.

- Almost always?
- Except for when he takes
his nightly skirt to the back.

- Private room.
- [ Michael Narrating ] In
the highest-security places,

uniforms are for show.

The real security doesn't
announce itself with anything
but wary looks...

and shirts loose enough
to hide a gun.

Come on.

See, the old perv
does his thing in there.

That door right there goes out
to the alley. We just grab
Rufino and hustle him out.

I conned a key
from the storage company.

You would have been
proud of me, Mike.
Classic Mike Westen.

- Harlan, hold on. Harlan!
- Now we just hang tight...
What?

Do you really think a guy
like Rufino would allow...

the most sensitive
part of his club to be beaten
with a storage key?

- What else do we need?
- [ Beeping ]

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- How 'bout the code
for the alarm?

Break that.
I need a pry bar.
Cool.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Security devices
are generally one-way...

They keep people in
or keep them out.

Most high-security locks
are a lot less secure
if you come at them backwards.

- [ Man ]
What are you doing in there?
- Just like old times, right?

Open up!
Yeah. Just like old times.

Open this door!

Come on!
Push it open!

Oh, my God.
Men with guns?
Are you all right?

- It was fine.
- It's just gonna take a little
longer to grab Rufino.

How much longer?
My father's not well.
We can't do...

We're working on it, okay?

We're just gonna use
a different plan next time.

Yeah. Can you give us
a minute, babe?
I need to talk with Mike.

Hey, I got careless, man.
I'm sorry.

You know, it just, uh...
it just seemed like it was
the right play.

It's all right.
No, you know.

It's like how you
always used to say,
"Don't get personally involved."

But, uh, I'm involved.

And I got sloppy.
Kind of proves
my point though.

I needed your help, right?
Anytime, Harlan.

So what happened to you, man?
You, uh...

You just disappeared
for all that time.

Whoever burned me
wanted me out of sight,

and they were powerful
enough to make it happen.

Now you're just a burned spy
tossed out into the cold, huh?

Might as well tattoo
a bull's-eye on your forehead.

That's one way of looking at it.

Well, now you're
helping me with Marta.

Listen. No matter
what happens from here on out,
I got your back, brother.

Thanks, Harlan.
And I'll do
the planning next time.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. You got it.

[ Phone Beeping ]

Hey, Sam.
Feeling thirsty?

[ Barry ]
Rufino Cortez?
Are you serious?

You want to grab Rufino Cortez?

Uh, I'm gonna need
another mojito.

Have as many as you want.
Just tell me about this guy.

He's a bagman for
this land-grab thing
down in Venezuela.

It's a lot of money,
a lot of guns.
Not my style.

I'm more of your "friendly
neighborhood hide your cash
from the tax man" kind of guy.

- And Rufino?
- Rufino is...

a "rob and kill for hire
and call it an investment"
kind of guy.

We just need you
to put together a package.

Make Mike look like somebody
Rufino would want to talk to.

Business records, bank accounts.

Just promise me you'll have
Rufino out of Miami
before tax season.

Can do.

You know, when your father
was alive, he used to do
all the repairs himself.

Yeah. I wanted
to talk to you about that.

These walls were made with
four different kinds of lumber.

Yeah. Frank used to
just go out
and find stuff.

I wouldn't call tearing wiring
out of your neighbor's
air conditioner "finding."

- Hey, guys.
- Oh, look!

There's the guy
who blew up my house!

Nice to see you're having
such a sunshiny day, Sam.

- [ Michael ] Hey, Sam,
whose car is that, the Buick?
- Uh, Maddy's neighbor.

I took it over there
to drop it off, and, uh,
well, we got a little friendly.

So she's letting me
hang on to the car.

Mrs. Reynolds?
You're romancing
an 80-year-old woman for a car?

I'm talking about her daughter,
Miss Reynolds.
She's 39 going on 22.

Great lady.
Great car.
Hey, how'd it go?

Uh, good.
Mikey's all set.

He's got a meeting
with Rufino's guy Falcone
later today.

Awesome!
That's great, Mike.

Mike, your new cover I.D.

You're Tom Wellington, Esquire.
Lawyer for a shady
international investment group.

- Wellington?
- Hey, you want
to pick the names,

you got to go to the meeting
and listen to Barry talk
about his skin-care regimen.

[ Michael Narrating ]
High-status cover I.D.'s
are rarely effective.

Claim to be a big shot,
and people get suspicious.

Claim to be
a big shot's errand boy,
people don't think twice.

Act like you don't
want to be there
because you're tired,

you're underappreciated
or you're sick,

and people tend to
trust you even more.

Mr. Falcone.
Mr. Wellington.

Thank you for coming.
Mm-hmm.

Word is, if I wanted
a meeting with Rufino Cortez,

you are the man to talk to.

I am indeed.
You can think of me
as the gatekeeper.

Now, I had a look at your
proposal, Mr. Wellington.

Very attractive.

Tell me, why is it that
your investors are so interested
in land in South America?

Listen, I'm just
the lawyer on the deal.
Hmm.

My job is to set up a meeting
with Cortez and my clients.

These clients of yours...
tell me a little more
about 'em.

Uh, they're people who want
to meet with Mr. Cortez...
Mm-hmm.

People with security concerns.

That's all I can say.
[ Coughs ]
I'll wait for your call.

I don't mean to be rude,
but, you know, Mr. Cortez has
security concerns of his own.

I... I'm just here to set up
the meeting. I have
attorney-client privilege...

Ah! Ow!

I understand and respect...

the importance you attach
to your professional ethics...
Uh... [ Groans ]

but, you see, in my profession,
we have our own code,

a code that compels me
to break your arm
if you don't answer my question.

You understand?
Yeah.

I... I don't know
their names, okay?

I-I... They chose me...

because I had no connection
to them, all right?

I see.
[ Coughing ]

Now, Mr. Wellington,

sometimes people try
to steal from us
or they talk to the police.

You want to know what
happens to those people?
Does that interest you at all?

Nope. Nope. No, I just
want to make the deal.
Okay, man?

- [ Bones Cracking ]
- Would you...
[ Shrieking ]

Please, let go of my arm.
[ Crying ]
Please.

Well, I think
we understand
each other.

Be at the train yard in Kendall
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

[ Sobs ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Growls ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like a wedding,
an armed extraction...

requires a lot of planning
if you want it to go well.

And like a wedding,
it's not the sort of thing
you want to do twice,

which is why you hold
a rehearsal before the big day.

Seriously, Michael,
you just let him
dislocate your shoulder?

It was either that
or lose my cover I.D.

Couldn't you have just
accidentally snapped his neck?
Make it look innocent?

[ Chuckling ]
I like her style.
You should listen to her more.

Oh, thank you, Harlan.
It's nice to be appreciated.

Okay, let's do this.

This guy knows what he's doing.
I couldn't have picked a better
meeting location myself.

I think they'll
come in from over there.
It's the best visibility.

I think our only play
is to create a distraction
over there.

- How distracting?
- More than a firecracker.
Less than a neutron bomb.

Anyway,
they'll fall back to there.

We go in heavy as
a son of a bitch
and shoot their car to pieces.

Rufino's security holds us off
so the V.I.P.'s...

can escape behind
those shipping containers.

Where I'll handle
Falcone and grab Rufino.

What could be easier?

Easy on the explosives, Fi.
We're trying to nail this guy
on corruption charges.

Could be tough
if he's in little pieces.

It'll save on shipping.

Fine.

So what do you think
Michael's gonna do,

now that he's just
a Miami resident?

[ Chuckling ]
Well, he's still burned
and he's still Mike,

so I wouldn't say
he's just a Miami resident.
You know what I mean.

You think he's ready
to leave it behind
and just live?

- This is a little tricky.
Can you help me with this?
- Answer the question, Sam.

[ Sighs ]
I think he'll try
and get back in.

Why, when he's got so much here?

He might be able to
make some money, finally.

And look at Harlan.
He might be getting friends.

Fiona, he did
his government work,
as you call it, for a reason.

For what?
His country?

And what have they done
for him lately,
other than betray him,

leave him for dead,
ruin his life?

The fact that
you have to ask means you're
never gonna get it, Fi.

Whoa! Ho! Hey, hey!

Hey, sister, don't be
throwing explosives at me...

just 'cause you can't take
the cold, hard truth!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Any ambush depends on knowing...

where your target is
going to be and when.

Unfortunately, there are times
when the only way to put your
target in the line of fire...

is to be there yourself.

- You see anything, Hercules?
- Nothing yet, boss.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Those are the times you just
have to trust your team...

and hope everything goes right.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Where's Mr. Cortez?

Oh, unfortunately,
he couldn't be with us today.

I'm authorized
to discuss any terms.

What? We agreed
Mr. Cortez would be...

I find it best to keep
agreements flexible,
Mr. Wellington.

Where the hell is Rufino?

My job is to meet
with Mr. Cortez, not you.

And if he finds out that
my clients are doing a deal with
someone else, it's your ass.

[ Grunts ]
Oh, yeah, just pull the arm
out again. Feels good.

I don't get
to go back to my client...

with anything short
of a meeting with Rufino.

[ Grunts ]

I said you can
discuss this with me.
[ Hammer Clicks ]

And I said I can do it
with Rufino. You don't like it,
shoot me.

Let's go in.
No. Fi starts the show when
she sees Rufino. We move then.

[ Gunshot ]

- Hey, hey, hey, ho.
- [ Exhales ]

Why are you waving me off?

[ Gunshot ]

Is this supposed to scare me?

Is that what this is?

Let me be clear.
You can shoot at me...

as many times as you want,

but unless I get
a face-to-face meeting
with Rufino,

I cannot give you what you want!

You're a determined man,
Mr. Wellington.

I'll tell you what.

I'll call you
with a place and time.
We'll pick you up.

You'll meet Mr. Cortez
in the car.

If he likes
what you have to say,
we'll see about this deal.

If not...

And I meet with
Mr. Cortez on the way.

Uh-huh.
[ Coughs ]
I'll be there.

Now I assume I'll be
meeting with the actual
Mr. Cortez this time.

[ Dial Tone, Beeps ]

[ Sam ]
Oh, that's a nice combo.

What?
It's good this way.

You get
the pickup location, Mikey?

Train tracks on 10th Street.
Looks like the meeting
is gonna be on the move...

so no one can hit it.
Have to hit it
on the move then.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Security levels vary widely...

for different kinds of vehicles.

So, do you guys
do this sort of thing a lot?

[ Grunts ]
More than most,
I suppose.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Garbage trucks, for example,
are expensive,

but the fact that
they're hard to hide
and harder to sell...

means that you don't find
a lot of garbage truck
alarm systems.

So how long
did you and Michael
work together?

About a year. You know, he's
a pretty damn good guy to have
around when things get rough.

Yeah.
He has his moments.

Yeah, listen.
Thanks for helping out
with this. Seriously.

[ Sighs ]
You want to pay me back?

Take Michael for a beer.

Tell him life is worth living
when you're not sneaking around
for the government.

[ Chuckling ]
Will do.

[ Engine Starts ]

All right. There.

Go.

So, I'm thinking they're gonna
follow the tracks,

make sure nobody's after 'em.

When they get to
dollars to doughnuts,
they turn around,

come back down this way
to drop you off
when they're done.

And we hit 'em...
Oh! Right there.

Sounds good, Sam.

So,

Harlan's got some
Venezuelan commando types...

coming to take Rufino.

So I poked around.

Sounds like these guys
are frothing at the mouth
to get this guy down there.

Murder, corruption, conspiracy.

Nice leather briefcase.
Shame to ruin it.

Guess it's for a good cause.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In close spaces,

a knife's often
more effective than a gun.

Easier to handle,
easier to hide and,
in the right hands, scarier.

When you asked to borrow
your father's old briefcase,

you didn't mention
you were planning
on stabbing someone.

- This is more
of a "just in case."
- In case what?

Uh, I'm gonna get a beer...
a fresh one...
from the garage.

Mom, um...
Forget it.
I don't want to know.

It's probably better that way.

I do want to know
if you've given
any thought at all...

to what you might be getting
your friend Harlan into.

He's nice,
but he's not exactly
a rocket scientist.

And hanging out with you
isn't the safest thing
in the world.

- Mom, he's Special Forces. I...
- Whatever.

He's got a lot
to prove with you, Michael.

It's written all over his face.
And that's dangerous.

Hey, you know, he's your friend.

But if something
happens to him...

I'm just warning you.

Are you through here?

I have one more thing to do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The rolling meeting
is a popular security measure...

among high-end criminals.

It's hard for
law enforcement to bug,

and it's a lot easier
to detect any surveillance.

Do it in an armored car
with an armed team,

it's not just a secure place,

it's a fortress on wheels.

I love these S.U.V.'s.
They're roomy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're going to take
on that fortress,

you'd better have an army.

Mr. Wellington,
meet Mr. Cortez.

It's an honor to get a meeting
with someone so shy.

Let's focus
on the matter
at hand, shall we?

Your clients want to buy
a lot of land in my country,
Mr. Wellington.

- Coffee plantations,
soybeans, corn...
- [ Coughs ]

These are men of great appetite.

I just do the paperwork.

I ask myself,
"Who needs so much land?"

Farm importers dodging taxes?

Chemical companies
dumping waste?
Or perhaps...

an American
law enforcement agency.

You think I'm a cop?
You're joking!
[ Coughs ]

You think I'm wearing a wire?
You want to check me?
Look, nothing there.

- Look, nothing there.
You want to see this?
- That's enough!

Can we do this, please?

A deal like this...
means many enemies.

There will be officials
to bribe, judges...

Lives will end.

Tell me why I should
do a deal with ghosts...

who hide behind
numbered bank accounts
and lawyers?

I don't like this.
Stop the car.

- Wait a second here.
- [ Car Horn Honking ]

[ Sam ]
Okay, what the hell?

Come on, Mikey.

Something's wrong.
They stopped.

- Do you think that I don't
want to tell you?
- Get out. You're done.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When an operation depends on
clockwork timing and position,

you have to do whatever
it takes to make sure
it comes together.

I can't go back empty-handed.
Please.

You don't know who
I'm dealing with.
These guys are serious.

It's a billion dollars.
You understand?

The... The way
these people work...
if I don't close the deal,

they'll put a bullet in the back
of my head, and they'll find
another guy to do it.

I cannot go back to these guys
and say, "Sorry, man,
the deal didn't go through."

[ Coughing ]

Just hear me out, please.

Fine.

Tell me more.

Okay. We're back in business.
You guys ready to go?

- Do you have to ask?
- Ready, ready.

And... Fiona.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The principles behind
a snatch-and-grab...

are straightforward.

Separate the target
from security.

Then keep the security occupied
while the target is acquired.

Simple enough.
But like anything,
it's all in the execution.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Rifle Cocks ]

- What the hell?
- Get down! Get down!

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason it's called
bullet resistant glass,

not bulletproof.

The right bullet
will take out any glass.

[ Man ]
Let's go!
Let's go, man!

- Oh, no, no, no, no!
Put the gun down.
- Son of a...

Gun down.
Gun down!

You have a slug in
your engine block,
your team is pinned down,

and I'm leaving with your boss.

If I were you, I'd think about
another line of work
other than security.

[ Groans ]

Nice work, jefe!

[ Tires Squeal ]

That was
a beautiful thing, Mike.
Just like the old days.

It'll be a beautiful thing
when we get Rufino
on a boat to Venezuela.

Well, everything's
taken care of. Team's
gonna pick him up at dawn.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

Forgot to tell you.
There's one change in the plan.

[ Grunts ]

They're not coming for Rufino.

They're coming for you.

Yeah, hey, Mikey.
It's Sam, uh, again.

It's been a while.
We're just worried
about you.

Call me
when you get this.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]
Think we should order him
another couple of drinks?

You've ordered four beers
and two cups of coffee.

You stop ordering
when someone doesn't show up
after three hours.

Right. But, I mean,
he was so specific.

We ditch the truck,
they ship off Rufino,
we meet 'em here.

They should have
at least checked in by now.

How well did you know Harlan?

I don't know.
We did four or five missions.

Always had your back.
You think?

I think sometimes people change.

Jesus, what a beautiful night.
Smell that ocean air.

You sure this is
the smart play here, Harlan?

Don't you talk to me
about smart play, Mike.

- How long we known each other?
- Not long enough for you
to show me a little respect.

Is this how you get respect?

You'd betray a friend
and kill a man?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I spent a lot of time carrying
bags, kicking down doors,
getting the guns ready.

You know, I needed a change.

Harlan, please don't do this.

You're making a mistake.
I disagree.

I got to say,
I'm pretty proud of this, Mike.

You see,
Rufino's partners back home...

are getting a little nervous
about this anticorruption thing.

They knew the federales
wanted to bag him,
start a big probe.

So they asked me for help.
Yeah, they asked me.

I went in there,
the white knight with Marta,

and I got myself
the gig to grab him.

And when you showed up
on the radar...
Oh, man, it was perfect.

You know, I get someone
to help me out
with the old man.

- Hey, thanks for that,
by the way.
- No problem.

Of course, we needed somebody
to blame for smoking Rufino.

I'm gonna give
the federales Mike Westen,

the dirty spy who denied them
their chance for justice.

You were the cherry on top
of the whole thing, brother.

- And Marta?
- [ Chuckles ]
Oh, Marta.

Rufino stole every farm
within 50 miles.

It's not too hard to find
some desperate chica
who needed my help.

She's very grateful.

You should think about that
while you're standing in front
of the firing squad, Michael.

It might help you feel better.

You know, uh,
Fiona wanted me to talk to you.

She wanted me to let you know
that there's a life after
you're done being a spy.

Not very long, in your case.

Harlan, listen to me.

How do you know you can
trust Rufino's partners?

What's stopping them
from turning on you
the way they turned on him?

Oh, man, don't you dare
patronize me, Westen!

I'm not patronizing you.
You won.

You beat me.
You're smarter than me.

I'm just asking you
to think about it.

You're better than this.
I know you.

You're a patriot.
We served together.

You sure this is
who you want to be,
a mercenary,

betraying his friend
for blood money?

Yeah. I'm sure.

That's all I needed to know.

[ Grunting ]

Whoo! Pretty clever, Mike!
But I still can kick your ass!

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're trying
to hide in the water,

fire is your friend.

The light turns the surface
of the water into a mirror.

Then it's just a matter
of finding a place to surface...

where the fire isn't consuming
all the oxygen.

Michael!

You think you're gonna run,
make it out to the road?

Give it a shot, buddy.

Come on, Mike.

Let's do this.

Just you and me.

Right now.
Man-to-man, buddy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the things covert
operatives have to give up...

is the idea of a fair fight.

Spies aren't trained
to fight fair.

Spies are trained to win.

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

I'm sorry, Harlan.

Mmm.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
[ Harlan Grunting ]

[ Beeps ]
¿Sí?

- ¿Habla inglés?
- Yes.

- Who is this?
- [ Grunting ]

The man on the docks there...
the one who you wanted
to get Rufino Cortez for you...

He works with Rufino's partners.

They wanted to make sure
he was dead before the trial.

You want to put someone
on trial, Harlan's
the best you're gonna do.

[ Line Clicks ]

- [ Muffled Shouts ]
- [ Spanish ]

[ Spanish Continues ]

[ Grunting ]

Mike, this is not good.

You've been swimming away
from bad guys a little
too often these days.

I know.
Look, I'm not saying
you're not popular,

but you're a guy who's had, uh,
a lot of disagreements
over the years.

- I mean, if you can't
even trust your buddies...
- It's nothing we can't handle.

Michael,
you really need stitches.
I'm fine.

The cuts are shallow.
I know.
[ Mutters ]

- I made them.
- Fine. You know,
I never liked that Harlan.

Do you remember, Michael?
I told you...

You told me I was
going to get him killed.

No, I...
You know, you misunderstood.
That's not what I meant.

It doesn't matter.
The point is,

you three...
need to stick together.

Are you gonna be all right?

Yes.
I'm going home tonight.

The newspapers
are already saying that
the land will be returned.

My father is gonna be
released from prison soon.

That's good.
I'm glad.

Sorry about Harlan.
He seemed so nice.

Like a good man.

He was a good man... once.

I did not mean
to bring you trouble.

It's not your fault.
Trouble seems to find me
without any help.

[ Chuckles ]
Good luck.

- How you doing there, brother?
- I'm fine, Sam.

You know, I could have
done this meeting alone.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, I know.
Just wanted to get some air,

go for a ride with my pal,
sunny Miami.

[ Chuckles, Clears Throat ]
Sunshine, you know?

Mike, what the hell
am I gonna do?

You got a target on your back.

There's nobody else
protecting you.

I don't need
a bodyguard, Sam.
I need an agency.

It's time for me
to get my old job back,
my real job.

Mike, we went through this.

Just because the folks that
burned you are laying off...

doesn't change the fact
that you're radioactive.

I mean, government types
aren't gonna touch you.
You're still out, Mike.

Then I'll find a way
to get back in.

Simple as that, huh?

All right.

And you're buying the mojitos.
[ Engine Starts ]