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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- 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 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.

In any operation, whether it's
sneaking into an embassy...

or collecting debts
for a bookie,

it's important
to lay out a plan
before you go into action.

If you're going to disagree,
it's best to get it
out of the way...

before any shots are fired.

I'm gonna ask this guy
one more time, politely,

for my client's money back.

If he doesn't pay...
We shove him into
a trunk at gunpoint.

Do you have a better way
to make five grand?

The guy is
a charmless sleazebag.

No one's getting hurt.
Perfect job.

"The perfect job," Fi...
Seriously.

We can use the cash, Michael.

We're setting up a nice
little business here.
We ought to do it right.

Got my eye
on a new ankle holster.

God knows the Charger
could use some air conditioning.

Actually, I was hoping
to use my share...

to get in touch
with some old
intelligence contacts.

Oh... Bribing people
to get your old job back.

Honestly, Michael, I'd rather
you spend it on drugs.

Why don't we compromise?

I'll buy you dinner tonight.
Someplace nice.

Fine. It's a date.

Give me exactly three minutes.

If I'm not out,
you come on in
with the shotgun.

There's a breaching round
for the door, and rock salt for
the sleazebag and his friends.

Wish me luck.

For many operations,
two-man teams are ideal...

Simple chain of command,
easy to delegate
responsibility...

and little room
for confusion.
Does Randall know you're coming?

Oh, I want it to be a surprise.

Of course,
with a two-man team there's
not a lot of margin for error.

All it takes is a cop
showing up at the wrong moment,

and the team ceases to exist.

Detective Paxson.
Good to see you.

Mr. Westen.
You're a tough one
to track down.

You have a moment?

- Another time would be better.
- What the hell
are you doin' here?

I'm asking politely
one last time...

for my client's 20 grand.

Told you, I ain't got it,
and I'm not paying.

Tell Scotty if he wants it,
he can come here
and get it himself.

- You look preoccupied.
- I'm just picking up a friend
from a poker game.

She consumed an alcoholic
beverage. I volunteered
to be her designated driver.

You know, I should
give her a call.

Oh, don't...
Don't rush on my account.

I'm not going back
to my client empty-handed.

If I can't deliver the money,
then I'll deliver you.

You will, huh? You gonna
carry me out yourself?

No, I'll have a little help.

Were you expecting someone?

- Come on.
- What's going on?

- Hey!
- What are you doing?

- She may have consumed
two alcoholic beverages.

Everything okay here?
Absolutely. Why?

Great party!
I'll see you later.

I'm sure you can explain
all this, but, frankly, I've
had enough of your explanations.

So that's why
I brought you
some babysitters.

A police tail. Lucky us.

We can make your
extracurricular activities...

a lot more dangerous for you...
And for your friends.

So I answer your questions,
or you get us killed.
Is that the idea?

No. You answer my questions
before you get
yourselves killed.

Looks like we have a chaperone
on our date tonight.

**

I distinctly recall
you saying someplace nice.

We're at the Carlito.
We eat half
our meals here.

Have you forgotten
what a date is?

I said that when I thought
we were gonna be
five grand richer.

Would you like anything else?
Yes.

Your most expensive dessert,
please.

So Randall's off
to party in Cancun
with my client's money.

Look at the bright side, Fi.
You weren't killed.

Oh, please. If a loser
like Randall can kill me,
then I deserve it.

Well, you two look
as good as I feel.

You invited him?

I need an invite
to Carlito's now?

I'm being audited.
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Fun, fun, fun.

Is that courtesy
of Detective Paxson?

Nah, it's been building up
for a while.

Something about
deducting mojitos.

Hey, speaking of Paxson...

- Is this gonna be like
a 24-hour-a-day type deal?
- For now.

And with our lifestyle,
one of Paxson's surprise visits
could get someone killed.

Yeah. I know.
I've been trying to come up
with something on her.

Problem is,
she's a good cop.
She's too clean to blackmail.

We gotta come up
with a whole new angle.

Okay, wait a second.
Is... Is this a date?
Yes.

- No. This is officially
not a date.
- All righty.

- Can you bring
us another spoon?

You're not gonna
eat that cherry, are you?

Oh, ho, ho.

When you're being
followed by the police,

it's important to remember
that having cops around...

is a problem for criminals,
but it's an even
bigger problem...

for a detective trying
to remain inconspicuous
on a stakeout.

Waiting for a friend?
I'm on police business.

- You need to get
out of here now.
- I'm police business, aren't I?

Apparently I'm important enough
to have a 24-hour tail.

This is a bad time.
Are you on a stakeout?

Are you waiting
for someone to come home?

Do you need help
with your cover I.D.?

I could be a fellow
coffee lover, a boyfriend...

Anything you need.
I'm working
another case here...

A case I've spent eight months
trying to crack.

People are dying,
Mr. Westen.

I don't have time
for these games.
Neither do I, Detective.

I'm telling you,
we're on the same side.

I'll determine
what side you're on.

You say we're on
the same side?
Prove it to me.

You know, maybe you do
need some proof.

You're right.
We should talk later.

Sam, I think I found
a new angle.

I need you to find out
a little more about another
case Paxson's working on.

Cookies.

After your birthday cake,
I decided I'd take up cooking.

It's supposed to be relaxing.
So far I'm not convinced.
Uh, let me know how that goes.

Hey, Mom, if the cops
out front ask, tell 'em
I've run to the store.

You know, Michael,
I'd appreciate it...

if, when you stopped by,
it wasn't only to lose
your police tail.

Mom, please.
I'm supposed to meet Sam.

Fine. Pick me up some eggs.

And some cigarettes!

- Hey, Mikey.
What's up with the new car?
- Three hundred bucks.

Statistically, it's
the second-most-popular
car in Miami.

Should make tailing me
a little more challenging.

So it turns out there was
a harassment complaint filed
against Paxson a month ago.

So you're not the only guy
she's pursuing night and day.

- And I thought I was special.
- Guy's name is Matheson.

He's got a habit
of ripping off drug dealers.

Left a trail of bodies
across Miami.

Oh. The guy they're puttin'
in the ground right there...

He was a neighbor
at one of the heists.

Caught in the cross fire.

Does she have a case
against Matheson?
No.

He covers his tracks like a pro.
See, Paxson took a bunch
of swings at him and missed,

so he filed the harassment suit.

D.A. made her back off,
so he doesn't even
have to hide anymore.

Do we know where
he's not hiding?
We do.

I think it's time
Paxson got a little help
with her case.

We take Matheson down the right
way, she'll have no choice
but to get off my back.

I don't think
she wants our help.
Well, she's getting it.

He deserves some jail time,
and she deserves a break.

Right. Well, you enjoy
your new wheels.
I gotta get to my audit.

- You gonna be all right?
- Oh, yeah, I think so.

The I.R.S. agent's name
is Stacey Conolly.

Time to deploy
the Sam Axe arsenal.

**
**

In any sort of operation,

flirtation is always
a tactical option.

Romance is a powerful force,

and under the right
circumstances,
it can achieve your objective.

Of course, not every
circumstance is the right one.

Good afternoon, Mr. Axe.

- Hi, uh...
- Stacey Conolly. I.R.S.

Now, this is a rather
unfortunate place
for an audit meeting.

We have a lot of work
to get through, Mr. Axe,
and the calypso music...

is a distraction
we do not need.
Two Cosmos.

I assume the, uh, pink beverages
are an attempt to get me drunk.

Well, it's not gonna work,
because I do not drink, Mr. Axe.

I audit.

Right. Uh, no, actually.
These are, uh...
These are for me.

I see.
Well, you'll need them.

I, uh, pulled your file.
It's not pretty.
It's not pretty at all.

Now, this is to inform you
that your pension checks
are being held.

They'll be released
once we reconcile every penny...

you've spent over
the last three years.

Now, I assume
you brought your records.

Um, no. I just thought
we would get acquainted.

This is not a good start.

This is not a good start at all.

My office will contact you
with a new appointment.

Remember, Mr. Axe...

The I.R.S. can't be charmed
with a fancy shirt,
smooth talk and pink drinks.

The I.R.S. demands
the truth, okay?

Good day.

Michael, this Matheson creep
rips off drug dealers
for a living.

You sure this is
the easiest way to
get Paxson off your back?

The easiest way
to get her off my back
is to answer her questions.

This way doesn't involve
me going to jail.

Finding a way into
a criminal organization...

is about observing
social dynamics.

She says...
You start with a target.

I'm, like, "Good luck."

Hey, what are you doing?
I'm in the middle
of a story here.

Sorry.
Just leave my drink alone
until I'm done talkin', okay?

- Seems lovely.
- Watch your step, kid.

You're looking for just
the right person to approach.

People in the inner circle
are usually too tough
to go after.

Anyone with real power
is bound to be cautious.

Drivers and bodyguards
are easier,

but they usually don't have
real access.

You want someone
with enough juice
to be hungry for more,

someone desperate
to make a move.

In short, you're looking
for a frustrated
middle manager.

What did I say, Tommy?

How many times I gotta tell you?

No business talk here.

None. See, that's
your problem, Tommy.

You don't think.

Now get out.

I think I found our guy.
Good,
'cause we need to leave.

Hear those sirens?
Those are for us.

Sam called.
Detective Paxson
found my car on Sixth.

She's gonna start searching
the area. If Mr. Personality
here sees you with Paxson...

It'll be almost as bad
as Paxson seeing us with him.
Let's go.

Hey, Detective.
Always a pleasure.

I see you left
your police escort
back at your mother's house.

- Oh, I knew I forgot something.
- Let me be clear, Mr. Westen.

Every time you
ditch your escort,
you dig yourself a deeper hole.

I'm taking you down.
Just a matter of time.

Hold still, Mike.

To the educated eye,
a prison tat tells a story...

Where you did time,
why you did time...

and who you did it with.

It's a little like
a job résumé for criminals.

Mmm. I leave you two alone
for a minute...

I'm just giving Mike
his prison ink, Fi.

I think I might have
a second career here.

Sam checked out that guy
Tommy... The one Matheson
was smacking around.

Yeah. Tommy D'Antonio.
He's pretty small-time.

Some counterfeit
concert tickets.
Some B and E.

Did two years in Allendale
for armed robbery.

Now he's pretty much a fixture
at the dog track when he's not
hanging around with Matheson.

You think this guy's gonna
get us onto Matheson's crew?

- He's the best we got.
- Okay. There you go...

That'll do it. I should
charge you for those bricks.
That's art, man.

Beautiful, Sam.

I gotta take the "over the roof
and down the rain gutter" exit.

- Mind keepin' 'em busy for me?
- Sure thing, Mikey.

Every kid who ever went
to a new school...

knows the secret
to fitting in...
Copy everyone else.

Spies do the same thing...

Tailor their wardrobe,
their movement
and their behavior...

to imitate their targets.

All the little things that say,
"I'm your kind of guy."

Freakin' dogs.

Looks like you got
my kind of luck.

I should just throw
my money on the ground.
Save myself some time.

Eh, I got
some good picks comin' up.

You got some picks?
Yeah.

Yeah. I need 'em.

You're, uh... You're
Tommy D'Antonio, right?

Who's askin'?
Hey. Name's Milo.
I got some friends...

They told me if I ever
come down to Miami,
you're the guy to talk to.

I heard you like the dogs.
Uh-huh.
These friends of yours...

They, uh, from Allendale?
Yeah, bingo.

I did a nickel
for grand theft.
Got out last year.

Oh, yeah? I got out
right before you went in.

So, uh, those guys up there...
They talk about me a lot?

Are you kiddin' me?
Yeah. They all got
mad respect for you.

So I thought,
"When I come down
to Miami,

if I could just meet
Tommy D'Antonio, maybe I could
learn a few things," you know?

What are you doin' in Miami?
Hey, I'm tryin' to earn,
that's what I'm doin'.

I brought my girl down.
Soon as I get in Miami,
soon as she's here,

I can't keep a buck
in my pocket.

You know women?
Yeah, I know women.

Hey, Mr. D'Antonio,
do you think...

Hey, call me Tommy.

Really?
Yeah.

We... All right. I just...

I'm just lookin' to be pointed
in the right direction.
You know?

I mean, I got my crew.
You know?
Yeah? You got a crew?

Yeah. It's a small crew.
Him too.

It's just me,
my buddy and my girl.
Uh, it's not big-time like you.

It's, uh... We don't...
We don't make a lot.
Thanks.

You know, we, uh...
A grand here, two grand there,
but it adds up.

Yeah, sure.

So why don't you, uh,
bring 'em around tonight?

Maybe we could have
a little dinner.

I show you and your crew
the ropes a little.
Mr. D'Antonio, that would...

Tommy.
That would be incredible.
Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.
You like seafood?

That's another $383
in deductions...

for business drinks.

- Can I ask what business
you were doing?
- I told you. It's classified.

The I.R.S. does not allow
classified deductions, Mr. Axe.

I'm disallowing this
until the operation
is made public.

And then there's... this.

Well, you wanted documentation
of my trip to the Middle East.
That's it.

That's all I got.
Got it off this guy who was
in this group we were targeting.

- Oh. So you stole it.
- No, I didn't steal it.

The guy, um...
He was done with it.

- So it was a gift.
- It's not a gift.

There was this thing,
and then...

the gun didn't have
an owner anymore.

I'm just gonna mark that down
as, uh, windfall income.

Okay, with those
disallowed deductions,

you have a tax deficiency
of 17%.

Over 25%, the statute
of limitations on your audit
is extended another three years.

So we could be spending
a lot of time in
your friend's sunroom.

Fresh-baked
chocolate chip cookies?

No, I'm allergic to chocolate
and to wheat flour
and to eggs.

I'll take one, Maddy.
Thanks.

Okay, so for tomorrow,
I'm gonna need you
to estimate the value...

of meals, rent
and transportation...

provided to you
by your, uh, lady friends,

as you call them,
over the last three years.

By financial quarter, please.

I'll let myself out.

Take care.

I have a headache in my eye.

You want another cookie?
I'm good.

For a spy, knowing how
to follow...

is at least as important
as knowing how to lead.

Sensitive operations
often depend...

on knowing how hard to laugh
at the boss's jokes.

I got four more
where those came from.

See? What'd I tell you?
What'd I tell you
about this guy, huh?

He could hook us up, right?
Look at this.
Yeah.

Milo here couldn't get a table
this good at Burger King.

Huh?
Hey, you just gotta know
how it works.

Uh, we should order,
right? Okay?

It's on me, so, uh,
whatever you like...
Except the lobster.

Ugh! Lobster?
They look like bugs, huh?

Come on, Brianna.
Show some respect.

Don't talk about bugs
and stuff here.

Milo, just some people
are not too comfortable
in nice places.

- Order what you like,
sweetheart.
- So Milo says you're the guy...

to talk to in Miami
about looking for work.

It could be, if you, uh,
know how to use your head.

We hit a few
car dealers up north.
You know?

I'd act like I was taking
a car for a test drive.
I'd grab the keys.

Brianna would strut her stuff.
You know, keep 'em busy.

Big Chuck here...
He'd step in
if things got rough.

Then the dealerships...
They got wise,
so it was too hot.

Now we're dyin' down here.

See, that's your problem.
You don't think big.

Last month I hit
a check-cashing place in Boca.

Walked away with three grand.
Bam!

Three thousand bucks?
Man, that's a hell
of a score, huh?

Then the one
that got me pinched
was a credit union.

Basically a bank.
Nearly walked away
with 40 large.

Now, that's the big leagues.

I don't mean to be out of line,
but I was thinking that maybe...

we could come on to one of
those jobs, you know?

- Make some real money.
- See what happens tonight.

We're gonna do a little job.
See how you do.

I just smoke one a day
since I got outta the joint.

It's called willpower.
You want one?

Uh-uh.
No. No, thanks.
Where we headed?

Dry cleaners up there.
We're hittin' it.

I got the whole score
worked out like clockwork.

Register's got everything
from the weekend in it.

Only one guy
working the counter.

Big Chuck over here throws
a few rocks at the place.
Gets the guy to come out.

- Oh, you mean like a...
Like a distraction?
- Exactly. Right.

Then the little lady runs over,

spray-paints the security camera
by the door.

- Uh, red is my favorite
color, Tommy.
- Good. That's good.

Then me and Milo run in,
grab the cash
and run out the back.

- Like clockwork.
- Wait. Just so
I can be sure about this.

She kills the camera
with the spray paint?

Or did you want her
to cut the cable
on the roof?

You see?

He's learnin'.

- She should cut the cable
on the roof.
- You're the boss, Tommy.

- That's right.
I am the boss.
- Whoa, whoa. Is...

- Is that...
You gonna shoot somebody?
- No, no. That's not loaded.

It's just to scare the guy
in case... You know.

You just point it
at him like that.
That's how they do it now.

No, not that way.
Like that. There you go.

That's good. You ready?

- Yeah.
- Show me what you got.

Hey! Hey, who's there?

Get out of my store!

Come on, hey?
I'm callin' the cops.

Aah, stuck!

I'm callin' the cops!
Get outta there! Come on!

The lock on
a cash register drawer...

is designed to keep it
from pulling open.

Whack it hard enough
the other way,
and it breaks.

Tommy?
Yeah?

Aren't we supposed
to go out the back?
Yeah, right.

Christ. They're padlockin'
the back door.

We're gonna get
pinched over here.
We're gonna get pinched.

You're sayin' unless
we break the lock, right?

Yeah. We gotta
break the lock.

When a padlock's held
on to a door frame...

by three-inch wood screws,
it's no match...

for a dry-cleaning rack
that can move 30,000 pounds
of clothes.

Not bad, kid.

- I boosted a new ride.
You got the cash?
- Clockwork, like Tommy said.

You did good. Let's go.

Detective Paxson.
Mr. Westen.

How's the investigation going?
Pretty well, actually.

It's amazing
what a crime lab
can do these days.

They can trace wire,
solder, duct tape,

and link it
to various devices
found at crime scenes.

Oh, so this is
a "I'm onto you" visit.

Great.
There's more.

There was an incident
last night at 17th Avenue.

A dry cleaner was robbed,
an Impala was stolen...

and the lead thief managed
to keep his face hidden
the entire time.

- I thought of you.
- Well, I am so glad
that I am on your mind.

But can we cut to the chase?

Are you arresting me?
Not yet.

I'm just giving you
a chance to explain yourself
before the lab work gets done.

- Pass. But thanks.
- Well, if you change your mind,

you'll always have
a couple officers
in a car behind you.

See you soon, Mr. Westen.

She's shotgunning it.
Trying to tie me to
anything on her database.

Yeah, and I'll bet she's asking
for an electronic surveillance
warrant for this place ASAP.

She's good.
You gotta give her that.

Fi, did you ditch the Impala
from last night?

Yeah, it's in a boathouse
on the river. Cops won't
find it for months.

So after giving
the dry cleaner back
all his money,

last night's heist
cost us a grand.

Hey, that's the least
of our worries.

Mike, once that stuff
comes back from the crime lab,
you are on the run.

We need to wrap this up.
We need to get to Matheson.

Time for Tommy's crew
to run into some
cash flow problems.

Lookin' good.

Race number eight
coming up in 12 minutes.

The sight of a fresh injury
has a primal effect on people.

If you really need
to make a point,

sometimes there's no substitute
for a good shiner.

It's never fun, but if that's...

what sells your story,
it's worth a little pain.

All right, good luck, buddy.

Hey, Milo, what happened?

Hey, I'm all right.
I'm all right. Sorry,
but, uh, I gotta leave town.

What are you talkin' about?
There's these guys up north.

Uh, I owe 'em some money,
and they, uh...
they found me, and uh...

Anyway, the point is,
I gotta earn.

And listen, you been great,
but rippin' off dry cleaners
is just not gonna do it for us.

Listen to me.
I know we're
just getting started...

and you were a little
nervous last night,
but you did real good, man.

Hey, comin' from you
that means so much to me,

but, uh, I need
a real score, and
I need it real soon, so...

M-Milo. Milo. Listen to me.

You know the worst odds
I ever saw on a dog?

Two hundred to one.

He was so excited.
Rarin' to go.
I put a C-note down.

Figure if he wins,
I got a new car.

You win?
Busted his leg
outta the chute.

They were gonna
put him down,
so I took him.

A perfectly good dog.
Got a gimpy leg...

It's not a new car.

But the point is, you gotta
wait for the door to open
before you could run.

Workin' with you
has been like a dream come true,

but unless I make
some real money,

they're gonna break my leg
like that dog in your story.

I'm sorry.

Wait, Milo.
I might got something for you.

Meet me over at Jimmy's
with the guys later.

I wanna introduce you
to a associate of mine...
Rick Matheson.

What, he work for you
or something?
No, we work together.

Uh, on the big jobs, of course.

So you dress nice.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Care to explain why
you deducted a $452
his-and-hers spa weekend?

I was conducting business.
"Business," as defined
by tax law,

does not involve
the application...

of cucumber lotion.

Disallowed.

Your tax deficiency
is nearing 25%, Mr. Axe.

Now, one more suspect deduction,
and we're gonna...

We're gonna have to, uh...

Wait a minute. I know you.

Your mom's Josie Conolly.
I dated her back in the day.

We used to play catch.
You were the little boy
with the girl name.

Okay, look, there are
a lot of men named Stacey
through history.

Stacy Andrews, male
offensive tackle for
the Philadelphia Eagles.

Stacy Roest, male
hockey player for
the Detroit Redwings.

TV's Stacy Keach
was a wonderful male actor.
I think he's best known for...

You know what?
Let's just focus
on business now.

Do you remember the one time
I bought you a pack
of baseball cards?

I have no idea
what you're referring to,
Mr. Axe.

You have to remember.
You had a bike. It was
a Schwinn. I got some tape...

Okay, you must be
recalling some other
child acquaintance.

No. We took the cards,
put 'em in the spokes
and when you rode around...

It sounded like a motorcycle.
You called me Evel Knievel.

You acted like you liked me,

and then one day
you disappeared,
and you never came back.

Oh, no, no.
It wasn't like that.

I thought you were a good kid.

When your ma broke things off,

I called a couple times,
tried to take you
to a game or something,

but she, uh... she didn't
want to have anything
to do with me.

You know how it goes.

I think I have everything
I need for my audit.

Stacey, wait a second.
Let-Let's grab a beer
and catch up.

Or-Or no beer.
We-We'll just...

You dated Stacey's mother?

Just for bit.

Looks like it was long enough
to make an impression.

Yeah. I guess so.

It's a challenge
to place a bug...

on someone's body
without them noticing.

It helps if they always carry
something you can reproduce...

A phone, a watch
or a pack of cigarettes.

Then it's just a matter
of planting it on them,

and hoping they keep ignoring
the surgeon general until
you get what you need.

Mike, this is a dicey time
to be doin' this.

You're only wanted for
questioning now, but this
is gonna be a full-fledged...

Don't have a choice, Sam.

Gotta hope that Paxson's
still keeping her distance
from Matheson.

Nice jacket. Very sharp.
Real professional.

How good does he look,
huh, Chuck?
Yeah, not bad. Yeah.

Yeah. So, listen...

This, uh... this guy Matheson...
He's gonna size you up
for the real jobs.

- Mmm?
- We'll just watch you, Tommy.

We'll do what you do.
Good.

Good. You do what I do.
Just don't talk too much, okay?

We ready?

Okay, let's go.

Building up an asset...

is a little like
raising a kid...
They're good.

You can give him
the tools to succeed,

but when the first day
of school rolls around,
they're on their own.

Well, well, well.
How about that?
Tommy's got a crew now.

How about that, huh?
Let me introduce you.

This is Milo,
Brianna, Big Chuck.
They're from up north.

I told you
Milo did some time
up in Allendale, like me.

- You a tough guy, Milo?
- I'm tough enough.

I been wanting to get
you guys together
for a while.

We're gettin' real tight
together, and, uh,

I heard you were, you know,
puttin' a big job together.

I thought maybe
we could get in on it.

You wanna talk louder, Tommy?
What?

You wanna talk louder,
maybe so a few more people
I don't know can hear?

No, I was...
You gotta think.

These people
could be anybody.
They could be cops, right?

They're not cops.
They could be feds.

- They're not cops.
They're my crew.
- Shut up. See this one?

This one's got a cop haircut.

Yeah, you.
You wearin' a wire, cop?
A cop? Yeah, right.

Hey, I thought your guys
already searched us. Or did he
just want to get in my pants?

Well, maybe I should frisk
this one again.

What do you say, sweetheart?
You need a good frisking?

- Try me.
- They're not cops.

I hit the dry cleaners
last night on 17th.

These guys did it with me.

It was like clockwork.
They're real pros, man.

All right.
You know what?

If Tommy says you're pros,
I might have something. Yeah.

- Yeah. Why don't you
and me talk. Come on.
- Yeah.

Milo, I'll catch you
at the track, all right?

You want a drink?
Yeah.

Let's get some drinks
over here, all right?

- You should have seen these guys in action.
- Seriously, Michael.

I think Tommy's gonna
have a heart attack
before we get any information.

And ba-boom.
They just got a...

Relax, Tommy. I'm sold.
I'm takin' you on a job.

I'm in?
Yup.

Movin' up in the world.
Thank you, Mr. Matheson.

I won't let you down.

I'm gonna hit that meth lab
in Little Dominica tomorrow.

After we bust in, it's gonna
take about a minute
for the dealer to show up.

You're gonna drive the van.

Your crew...
They're gonna lock down
the front of the place...

Mm-hmm.
Handling security.

Yeah. Those dealers...
They have, like,
machine guns, right?

There's gotta be another way.
Why don't you leave
the planning to me, Tommy?

How long you been on me
to take you on a job?
A while.

Tryin' to back out?
I'm-I'm good.
I'm in. We're in.

I gotta take my shot,
right?
Yeah.

I'm movin' up.

Yeah. Movin' up.
I need you to get a van
and a four-door.

- Just get your crew, and...
- We're in.

How'd it go?
It was good. He, uh...

He liked you guys.
He really liked you guys.
Oh, that's great, Tommy.

So what's the job?
What's the job?
Uh, about that. Uh...

Tommy.
There's...
There's no job.

Not this time.
I'm-I'm sorry.

Okay?
Wha... What is this?

Huh? You tryin'
to cut us out?

I need this job.
You can't do that to us.
Hey!

You don't wanna tell me
what I can do, all right?
You don't understand.

This guy was
gonna get you killed
just to make a few bucks.

That ain't gonna happen.
You guys are out.

Go back up north
or something.
Get the hell outta town.

What are you talkin' about?
We're a tight crew.
We can do this.

Work in intelligence
long enough,

and you get good
at predicting human behavior,

but sometimes
people surprise you.

Listen, Milo, a while back...

I met this Matheson
at the track and he says...

I could do some stuff for him...

Sell hot stereos
and stuff like that.

I thought if I got a crew
together, maybe I could,
you know, move up the ladder.

But that ain't me.
It ain't me.

And when they do,
you can surprise yourself.

Tommy, I gotta
tell you something.

I wanted in on the heist...

- because I'm trying
to take Matheson down.
- Oh, so you lied to me?

Not quite.
What, are you a cop
or something?

Not quite.
I'm not a cop.
I'm a good guy.

You're a good guy.
You were gonna show up
tomorrow without us.

Matheson would have
had you killed.
You know that, right?

Yeah, I know that.
Matheson's hurt
a lot of people,

and he's gonna keep
doing it, but we're
gonna take him down.

We need your help.

Thought we'd just
go to the cops.

You don't know
Matheson like I do.
He'll kill us all. I'm serious.

So are we. He's outmaneuvered
the cops before.

No, we need to get him
caught red-handed. Fi?

Fi?
Uh, Brianna's Fiona.
Can you get us that Impala...

that we stole from
the dry cleaners?
Right where I left it.

We're gonna need to time out
the police response
to the meth lab.

There's a substation
right near there.
I'm on it, brother.

Wait a minute.
What do I do here?
You're the key to this, Tommy.

As far as Matheson knows,
we're all doing this job,
just as he wants.

You need to find him
the van he needs,

and you need to get us
the exact location of the heist
so we can do our prep work.

Okay. I can handle that.

It's gonna be fine, Tommy.
Just like clockwork.

Ahh. Nothing like driving
a hot car...

with every cop in the city
searching for you.

Hopefully they're not searching
too hard. We can't have
Paxson showing up now.

You think Tommy's
gonna hold up?
We'll know soon enough.

Uh, lab's right around
the corner.

Cooker's gonna go out
for supplies in a bit.
That's gonna be our window.

Me and my guys...
We go in the front.
Take out the alarm.

You three stay outside
the door like Tommy
told you, okay?

Tommy's the boss.
Right, Tommy?
Right.

Yeah. All right.
All you gotta do is hold off...

a couple of meth heads
while we take the stuff
out the back.

Tommy's gonna drive around,
pick us up,

and we meet later
to, uh, split the score.

All right. There he is.

Let's do it.
Look sharp, Tommy.

Anything goes wrong,
the dealers will be
coming from there and there.

These guys gonna be armed,
or what?

Aw, nothin' you can't
handle, killer.

Superglue's cheap, quiet
and powerful.

Lay it on thick
and force-dry it
with canned air,

and you can cut bonding time
to less than a minute.

Mike, I am not in love
with this tactical position...

Not even with Fi's prep work.

My prep work, as you call it,
could hold off an army.
Hey, I'm just sayin'...

I love explosives
as much as the next guy...
We just need to keep...

the bad guys from
killing each other
until the cops get here.

By standing in between 'em?

Why cook at home
when there's takeout?

Oops.

Yes. Hello, police?
I'm at 17th and Palm
in, uh, Little Dominica.

- I just saw some guys
with automatic weapons.

**

Okay, Tommy. Let's go!

**

The box... Go! Come on!

Tommy, what are you doin'?
Move the van.

Tommy!

Troy. Come on!

Come on. Come on!
It won't open.

Yeah?
Yeah, boss, I'm not sure
about the plan.

It's almost like
you were trying to
get us killed out here.

Look, open the door.
Tommy screwed up.
Something isn't right.

Actually, I think it's you
that screwed up.
You screwed up bad.

Oh... There's the cops.
Gotta run.

- You're settin' me up?
- Not used to being the guy
in the trap, are you?

What made you think
you could piss off...

every drug dealer
and cop in town
and not get any payback?

Oh, wait. That's your problem.
You don't think.

- You son of a bitch!
- Let's go.

**

**

It's your lucky day, bitch.

I should get myself
a lottery ticket.

You should get yourself
a lawyer.

Detective? Found the other
getaway car in the street.

It's a silver '09 Impala LT.

A silver Impala?
Are you sure?

Yeah. And you'll never
believe what we found
in the trunk.

Remember my 200-to-one
shot?

It's just him and me now.
Time to go straight, Tommy.

If I ever see you
in a police computer again...

You don't have
to worry about that.
My mom's back in St. Louis.

I was thinkin', uh,
I might move there.

Start a kennel or something.

Sounds good.

Hey, thanks.
Way you and your friends
had my back...

I think you guys
are gonna be okay
without me.

I closed my biggest case today.

Congratulations.
Thanks.

Thing is, he was
a master criminal...

who managed to get stuck
in a locked meth lab...

with C-4 in a getaway car
parked outside.

Wow. Tough break.

Mmm. The funny thing is,
is he's never been tied
to any cases with C-4.

And that C-4
that was found in his trunk...

It's the same used
in seven explosions
in the Miami area.

- Any thoughts?
- It seems like you can close
the books on those cases.

Or you can keep coming after me,

and have the case
against Matheson unravel.

So I get Matheson
and you get a free pass?

If I got a pass...
which I'm not saying
that I did...

It was anything but free.

It's like I told you, Detective.
We're on the same side.

Just remember where
the line is, Mr. Westen.

- I will be watching.
- I'd expect nothing less.

Thanks for your call, Sam.

Man. I was so mad at you.

When your name came
across my desk I thought,
"This is it."

This is my chance
to get you back.

I'm glad you found me.
Yeah.

I am too.
So how about another drink?

Comin' right up.

There you go.
Okay.

Is there alcohol in this?

'Cause it's masked by sort of a,
uh, peachy, citrus flavor.
It's called a "fuzzy navel."

It's not really my kind
of thing, but we gotta
start you off easy.

Work your way
up to the good stuff.

I gotta tell you, Sam.
You're like a... You're like
a drinking genius here.

Ha, ha. I've forgotten
more about the subject
than you will ever know.

If I'm at a bar,
and I can't get
the bartender's attention...

'cause I need some information
about a drink,

would it be okay if I, uh...

Would it be okay if I call you?

Absolutely, Stacey.
Any time.

Is this not the best audit ever?

I got rid of the rest
of the C-4.
Such a waste.

Small price to pay for
getting the cops off our back.
Mmm. I guess.

Now that we're in the clear,

there's a few gigs
I've lined up for us.
Fi, this isn't a good time.

Paxson's backing off,
but we still have no idea
who's coming after me next.

I still need back in.

Michael, priorities change.
People change.

Tommy always thought
he'd be a criminal.

Maybe you'll find...

You sure?
I'm sure.

I'm free of the people
who burned me.

I'm clear of the cops.

This is the moment
I've been waiting for.

This is the moment
I've been waiting for too.

Fi.

Let's just enjoy dinner.