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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.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies
come from all walks of life,

and no two are exactly alike.

But whether they're a
burned former operative,

a beautiful bomber with a temper
or a hard-drinking ex-SEAL,

they all share one
trait: punctuality.

- [ Sam Chuckling ] Hey. - Showing up
on time means you're 15 minutes late.

It's noon, Michael. Where
the hell is this guy?

[ Sighs ] You think
he's still coming?

Look, I wouldn't mind, honestly,
if Jesse just faded into the mist.

I really don't think we need a counterintelligence
agent joining our merry band.

Jesse's investigating the
same people we are, Sam.

They nearly killed everyone at this table.
I say we hear him out.

Sure. Get a guy
fired, ruin his life.

I'd say you owe him a mojito...

and a friendly shoulder to
cry on at the very least.

- I didn't burn him on purpose, Fi.
- He may not see it that way.

- Let's try not to mention it.
- Ah. Here we are.

Looks like Jesse got
here on time after all.

People. On the house.

With Carlito's compliments.

Nice guy. I see why you
guys like coming here.

I told you this
place was secure.

Hey, no offense, man.
Can't be too careful.

What I'm about to hit you guys with is pretty
heavy, so if anybody feels uncomfortable...

discussing code-clearance
matters of national security,

he might just wanna,
you know, leave.

All right. Fair enough. Don't
say I didn't warn you.

About a year ago,

I'm working for the Defense Department,
get wind of some nasty business...

Bombings, assassinations,
kidnappings, you name it.

It was global, but it looked
like there was a pattern to me.

Is that what brought
you down to Miami?

Yeah, yeah. I was looking at weapons
supply lines into the hottest spots.

Found a connection right
here at the port.

Lot of guns coming off of ships that
passed through Algeria. You got a source?

I made contact with a guy shipping
artillery for one of the operations.

- Told him I wanted to move some guns of
my own. - Did you get a name or a face?

We spoke on the phone. He had
this, uh... this trippy voice.

It was, like... [ Raspy Voice
] sort of a low hiss.

- [ Normal Voice ] It was weird.
So I called him Cobra. - Cobra?

[ Chuckling ] I'm sorry. That's
just a... a crappy code name.

Oh. Well, maybe you can make up the code
names when it's your investigation.

How about that? So I was supposed to
meet up with him a couple weeks ago.

He didn't show up. I don't know
if he got cold feet or what,

but if we can find him, we can
crack this thing wide open.

Looks like we're gonna spend
some time down on the docks.

Now, hold on, Mike.
This sounds dangerous.

Before you sign us
up for this mission,

I wanna ask our friend here
a very important question.

What kind of snacks do you like?

[ Michael Narrating ] Identifying
an illicit weapons shipment...

from a specific country isn't as
simple as checking manifests...

or spotting a flag on a ship.

It's too easy for arms
dealers to fake both.

But phony paperwork
and false flags...

won't stop crew members from
telling you the straight story.

Chat up the right deckhand,
and you can learn...

where every shady piece
of cargo came on board.

There's no substitute
for human intelligence.

Okay. Nice talkin' to you.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps
] Go ahead, Jesse.

[ On Speaker ] No luck. Crew caught diseases
in half the ports in the Middle East,

but they didn't dock in Algeria. [ Fiona ]
Well, I have more bad news for you, Jesse.

You are never packing the cooler again.
Spray cheese and bologna?

Ew. [ Laughs ] You're welcome.

- Oh, look at this. - [
Man ] Come on, Hank.

Look at this. Looks like the same two scumbags
that were here on Tuesday swipin' flat-screens.

- [ Indistinct ] - Come on, little fella.
At least take a swing.

He's probably afraid to. This
port's got some gang trouble.

You know what? I'm getting
a little tired...

of watching these poor bastards
getting shaken down every other day.

Got nothin' to do with Cobra, Jesse.
Scumbags get a pass today.

[ Phone Beeps ] I
don't think they do.

[ Michael ] We can't
blow our surveillance!

Aaah! We don't wanna hurt ya.

Hey! White '97 Corolla. Hi.

You dinged my car in the parking lot,
buddy. What? I drive a Cadillac.

I parked in the street. You drive a
Cadillac, or did you park on the street?

Which is it, you lying son of a bitch?
Make up your mind.

What are you lookin' at, little man? Got
nothin' to do with you. Get out of here.

Hey, hey. He's not
goin' anywhere.

No, no, no. This is
between me and you.

Are you deaf? Do what I say.
What'd I say?

- [ Man ] He's not
goin'... - [ Grunts ]

- [ Grunts ] - [ Hammer Cocks ]

I like this guy.

Are we good here? 'Cause we should
get back... No, no, no. It's okay.

I was just telling Hank here how we work
undercover for one of the shipping companies.

Well, that's us...
Undercover shipping people.

- Yeah. What-What company is that again?
- We can't really talk about it.

You know, big corporations
like to keep everything quiet.

Hank was just sayin' the dock's
been having some trouble.

- I told him we could help.
- [ Hank ] I doubt it.

Guys who busted up
my arm... mobbed up.

They've been pressuring me and some
of the other security staff...

to help 'em steal stuff
out of the containers.

Have you tried going
to the police?

Yeah. Buddy of mine, Richie,
he went to the police.

They found him facedown in his pool.
You think I wanna end up like that?

Probably not.

Can't go against these guys. I keep
hearing about the boss... Tony Caro.

He's ruthless. On the day of the
funeral, he shot up Richard's house...

Richie's wife and
kid still inside.

- Charming.
- It sounds like straight-up racketeering.

There's gotta be something
we can do, right?

Set some cameras up, get a little
eavesdropping equipment in here?

Hank, why don't you call in
sick for the next couple days,

see if you can let
that hand heal?

You guys really gonna help me?

Apparently.

[ Michael ] Jesse, we didn't spend
all this time on the docks...

to help a guy deal
with some mobsters.

Hey, I'm just doing
what you did for me.

You see someone in trouble, you
don't stand on the sidelines.

Isn't that what
you're all about?

What company do we work for, Jesse?
Do we get uniforms?

I told Hank what he needed to hear
to make him comfortable, all right?

Oh, is he gonna be comfortable
when you wire him up?

A few cameras and some
eavesdropping... That's your plan?

We get enough tape on these guys, we can wrap
it up in a nice little bow for the cops.

- What's wrong with that?
- Hank's not trained.

Do you know what happens to people who
are not trained in the field? They die.

I'm not trying to get him killed.
I'm trying to solve his problem.

And maybe ours. Hank can be someone
we can work for shipping documents.

A paper trail may be our
best hope for finding Cobra.

You know, he's actually
right, Michael.

How about, before
we do anything,

we find out exactly
what we're up against?

** [ Cuban ]

** [ Men Singing In Spanish ]

So I checked in with my cop buddy
on the organized crime task force.

He gave me this beast.

It's like a Yellow Pages
for Florida's connected.

I guess they had a few left
over from the RICO days.

- Turns out this is their favorite
watering hole. - This is a mob bar?

[ Chuckles ] You were expecting red
leather booths and Frank Sinatra?

It's Miami, Mike.

I assume the guy in
the suit is the boss.

[ Sam ] Yup. Tony Caro.

He supposedly runs things in South Florida
for a crime family up in New York.

[ Michael ] What else
do we have on him?

[ Sam ] Well, just that
he's Miami born and bred.

He was a suspect in seven murders,
but was never so much as charged.

The guy's Mr. Clean.
[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Maybe it's time we threw
a little dirt on him.

[ Madeline ] I can't believe
I'm out of lemon juice.

Will lime juice do?

I don't know, Madeline.
You know, it depends.

Are you willing to settle
for B-plus hummus? I'm not.

I'm kidding. Ha, ha.

[ Laughs ] It'll be fine.

All I gotta do is add
my secret ingredient.

[ Whispers ] Cumin. Mmm.

You know, it's funny. Seems like
the only thing I know about you...

- is you like your food extra spicy.
- [ Chuckles ]

What is it you do again? Michael
said what, government work?

I used to. Yeah. Mmm.

Does that have anything
to do with why...

you always leave the house
through a different door...

or you never park your car in
the same spot on the street?

- [ Chuckles ] -
Superstitious, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

- I think he's here to see me.
- Course he is.

Your mom is no joke.

Give most counterintel agents
a run for their money.

I'm surprised she hasn't broken you yet.
Oh, trust me. I can handle it.

What's the latest on our mob problem?
Well, they're careful.

Best bet is to convince them...

that the feds are onto their port
operation, get them to walk away.

Okay. How do we do that?
We aren't doing anything.

Uh, yes, we are.
I want in on it.

They've seen your face, Jesse.
I need to get ears on them.

Okay. So you're gonna bug
a bunch of wise guys?

Good luck with that.
They'll be looking for it.

Trust me. I can handle it.

[ Michael Narrating ] Ideally, a bug
should never be seen by anyone,

but when there's a
possibility it may be,

it's best to make it look like
something people won't want to touch.

A wad of gum stuck to a
balled-up piece of tissue...

and a sprinkling of whatever's in your
lint trap will usually do the trick.

Okay, that's disgusting.
Thanks, Sam.

What do you have? Proud
of this one, Mikey.

Figured we needed a guy...

who had to appear willing to sell
information to a mobster, right?

So, went through a few files and I found
a guy whose identity you could borrow...

and whose history over the last
six months you could make up,

and nobody would
know the difference.

Suspense is killing me, Sam.
Ned Gordon.

Recently suspended F.B.I. agent.

Real guy apparently is on a drinking binge
somewhere in the Alaskan wilderness.

Here you go. What do you think?

- Not bad, Sam. - Not bad?

Short of being in the federal
computer system, you are all set.

Now all you need is a cheap
sports coat and some ugly shoes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Organized crime bosses,

like senior administrators
in any business,

have a lot of people who
want to meet with them.

Hang around long enough,
asking for some face time,

and you can get yourself
on the schedule.

But don't count on the receptionist
offering you coffee while you wait.

[ Man ] Listen, you
son of a bitch!

I'm doing you a favor letting you
sell those TVs in your store!

I'm sorry. It's my son. I
needed to buy some medicine.

When am I gonna get my money?
Today in the afternoon, I swear.

Don't let this happen again,

or your kid's gonna have other problems
that no amount of medicine's gonna fix.

You understand me?
You understand me?

Get-Get him out of here
before I kill him.

[ Exhales ]

- This the guy?
- Says his name's Ned.

You've been standing in front
of my place for half a day.

- You got something you want
to talk to me about? - Yeah.

If I, uh... If I had some, uh, information
about an ongoing investigation...

into you... into this place,

I mean, how much would
that be worth to you?

Investigation? I don't know
what you're talking about.

No, I'm not. I'm...
I'm just asking.

If I had information...
Ballpark, approximate...

How much would that
be worth to you?

Tell you what. Why don't
we take it like this?

You tell me who you are and what you
got, and I'll decide what it's worth.

No, you know what? Forget it.
You know, I should just...

[ Groans ]

[ Clears Throat ] It's too late
for "forget it," my friend.

Who are you?

Inside left jacket pocket.

What's this? You're a fed?

- Didn't you frisk this guy before
you brought him in? - Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait. No.

I used to be with the
Bureau, but I'm on leave.

Suspension. For what?

Whiskey, all right?
I... I'm clean now.

So you want to talk
about my personal life,

or do you want to hear
what I have to say?

All right.

I'll hear you out, Mr. Former
Special Agent Ned Gordon.

Here's what you'll do.

Dean and I are gonna meet
you... [ Sheet Tears ]

at this place... at 4:00.

All right? Oh, one other thing.

[ Groans ]

Don't ever come back here again.

Ever.

Get him outta here.

[ Fiona ] Tony should
be here any minute.

Stay sharp. Yeah.

Tell that to Michael.
Hopefully he can sell this.

And here they come.

- Where's Tony?
- Tony's not coming.

Wh-What do you mean, he's not coming?
You... He said...

There's just one problem,
Special Agent Gordon.

You're not Special Agent Gordon.

[ Groans, Coughs ]

You want to tell us who you really are?
[ Groans ]

- Take the shot. - Wait.

Wait? Take the shot.
What are you doing?

I'm giving him a chance
to get out of there.

We start putting holes in people,
things are gonna get ugly.

[ Groaning, Gagging ]

Don't want to talk?

- Huh? What? Okay. - [
Gasping, Coughing ]

You got time...

to change your mind.

Tony said to kill you real slow.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Okay! Okay, I'll talk.

I'm gonna talk. I'll talk.
I'll talk. I'll talk.

[ Michael Narrating ] Holding
someone's arms behind their back...

is a good technique for a bully on the
playground, but it leaves you very exposed.

- I'm gonna talk. - A well-placed
kick right beneath the knee...

will cripple your opponent,

and a crippled opponent
can be a great weapon.

Guy can handle himself.
I'll give him that.

He has his moments.

[ Sam ] Listen, Mike. I think I found out
how Tony knew that you weren't F.B.I.

Listen to what I got
off the bug earlier.

[ Tony's Voice ] I called
my guy at the F.B.I.

That son of a bitch was
trying to play us.

Oh, he's got a fed in his pocket.
Nice.

That would explain how he avoided
getting busted all these years.

So why are we here, Sam... so you
can tell us Tony's untouchable?

Have a little faith, Mike.

I think I found a new angle. Now, you
see that guy in there talking to Tony?

That's Gio Russo.

He's a lieutenant in the same New York
crime family that Tony works for.

According to the cops, he's
down here on "vacation."

Turns out he's down
here to squeeze Tony.

Let's have a listen. [ Gio
] Not another word, Tony.

I didn't come down here to
watch the situation get worse.

[ Tony ] Is it my fault
that the economy's down?

You think I'm not riding the docks
hard enough? Why don't you calm down?

This is calm! You
want to see pissed?

Come in 15 grand light again
next week, you'll see pissed.

[ Beeps ] It's been like
that all afternoon.

It's bad news for Hank. Tony's
not gonna stop squeezing him.

Yeah, but it means he might be desperate
enough to make a stupid move.

If we can get him to do
some dirty work himself,

we can get him busted for something
his fed buddies can't get him out of.

Sounds like he needs
a little push.

He knows me, Sam.

I think it's time for him
to meet Chuck Finley.

Now, that's a code name.

How's it going, man? [ Exhales ]

I know. I know. Listen, we're
working on your Tony problem.

It's gonna take a
little more time, okay?

I can't stay away from the docks any
longer. People are asking questions.

I don't even know what security
company you guys are with.

Hank, that's not something we can
talk about. It's for your own safety.

National security, okay?

Yeah, about that... I got
those papers you wanted.

Got F-178s and manifests from every ship
from Algeria in the last three months there.

This is perfect. Oh, yeah.
This will help. Thank you.

How, exactly?

Just go home and get some rest, Hank.
All right?

[ Door Opens ]

- Hey. [ Chuckles ] - Hey.
What can I do for you?

I'm sorry to bother you.
I just, uh...

I found some of Michael's
old things in a closet,

and I thought maybe
you could use them.

I've got, um, comforter
and some pillows...

and, um, another lamp.
[ Laughs ]

Seeing how dark it gets in here, I just
thought... make you feel more at home.

Thank you. Thank you.
You didn't have to.

Wow. You saved a lot of Michael's stuff.
[ Chuckles ]

Miss having him around?

Yeah.

How about you? Is this your mom?

Yeah.

- When did she die?
- Who said she was dead?

This photo's been in
your wallet a long time.

Looks like it's well cared for.

Wow. Uh, yeah.

Yeah. She actually passed
away when I was nine.

Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?

Uh, she was killed during a
robbery at a convenience store.

She was working the
graveyard shift.

Uh, killer ran off with less than 50
bucks, and she bled out on the floor.

There was people watching
from the parking lot too.

Nobody did anything.

So, uh, by the time the cops
got there, she was dead.

Now you've hooked
up with Michael.

Gonna try and save the world.
[ Chuckles ]

Something like that, yeah.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Yeah, Sam.

Yeah. Let me get changed.
I'll be right there.

** [ Techno-pop ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman ] * La, la, la,
la La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

[ Michael Narrating ] Grabbing someone
who travels with protection...

is about finding the moments
when they're least protected.

* I got the beat Unstoppable *

* I got the beat Unstoppable *

Fortunately, even the
most paranoid gangster...

insists on doing
some things alone.

* You don't like... **

Executing a successful close-quarters
assault is all about setting the stage.

You'll want to dull any
reflective surfaces,

corral your target
into a corner...

and hit him when he's
most vulnerable.

Easy. Easy, now.

[ Groans ] Night, night.

And it never hurts to have a
prearranged exit strategy.

You really think you can scare this dude into
pulling something that'll get him busted?

Oh, I know I can. Really?

'Cause you don't
look that scary.

You haven't seen Chuck
Finley in action.

** [ Dance On Speakers ]

Sorry. Coming through. Somebody
can't handle his liquor.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Tony ] You know who I'm with?
You know who I am?

I'm a made guy. You touch me...

[ Chuckles ] You're gonna
threaten me with the family?

Who do you think wants you dead?

Look, you know as well as anyone
you haven't been earning.

[ Knife Clatters ]

Is it Gio? Is Gio behind this?

You didn't hear it from me.

Wait a minute. You don't want to do this.
What do you want? Money?

I got 20 grand. [ Chuckles ]

Twenty grand? You're funny.

Come on.

If you wanted to kill me,
I'd be dead already. Nah.

I just like the company.

Look, it's nothing personal,
but I got a job to do here...

or it's my ass
swinging in the wind.

It's just the way of
the wild, brother.

You don't see the gazelle
bargaining with the lion, do you?

Listen to me. Listen to me!

Hey, hey, hey. You don't want to
wake the other guests, do you?

Look, if you're gonna keep bellyaching
while I'm shining Mr. Slicey,

we're gonna have to go back to Mr.
Needle.

Wait a minute. Now,
hold on a second.

What's your name?

- Chuck.
- Chuck, let me talk to New York.

- I'll clear it with them. - No. You know
New York only listens in 50s and hundreds.

Now, look, you got a couple mil you can
kick upstairs, maybe they'll listen.

But, seriously, this
is so much easier.

Wait, wait. I can get it!
I can get the money!

Yeah? How? You got some kind of score
that can pull down that kind of cash?

I don't think so. Yeah.
Hey, hey... At the docks.

Yeah, they got a big shipment coming in.
Oh, it's huge.

I was just gonna skim it, but, you
know, we can hit the whole thing.

Five mil, easy.

Hmm. So you're just
gonna waltz in there...

and take five million dollars
off the docks by yourself?

Hey. I got guys in my crew.

No. Gio has guys in your crew.

All right, look. I'm telling
you, I can do this!

Just give me 48 hours.

I'll cut you in. Say, a mil.

Now is not the time to write
checks that you can't cash.

No! No! No, no, no! I'll get
you the money, I swear!

All right. Fine.

Forty-eight hours. One mil.

'Cause I like you.

All right. Run along now.

But don't be a stranger,
you understand?

'Cause if I have to find you again,
I'm not gonna be so friendly.

And neither will Mr. Slicey.

[ Jesse ] So check this out.

I cross-referenced the
documents we got at the docks,

figured out which shipment
belonged to our boy Cobra.

Cobra... That name. Live with it.

Anyway, the weapons went from
Algerian ships on the port...

onto the trucks,

and they show up again at the Opa-Locka
Airport. Any idea where they're headed?

There's no way of telling. The
manifests are all forged.

I'm trying to figure out which
hangar they went to though.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] My guess is
that Cobra is working out of there.

[ Beeps ] Yeah, Sam.
How'd it go with Tony?

Yeah, Mike. I got good
news and bad news.

Good news is, Tony's gonna hit
the docks... something big.

Bad news? Well, he's
back at his place...

making calls to his crew
to pull off the score.

I tried to convince him that he couldn't
trust 'em, but I guess he's sentimental.

Well, we'll just have to
cure him of that, won't we?

Right there with you, Mikey.
Already called Fi.

[ Michael Narrating ] Convincing a general
that he can't trust his soldiers...

is an ancient and
time-honored strategy.

In ancient Rome, staging a
botched assassination...

usually involved
poisoning a few slaves.

Today, the same effect
can be achieved...

with a cheap cell
phone... [ Beeps ]

and a brick of explosive.
[ Beeping ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Hey, there.

Got your message. What's up?

You know how, uh, you said
my guys couldn't be trusted?

Indeed, I do. You were right.

They just tried to take me out. Well,
then we have a problem, don't we?

'Cause I seem to recall I was
promised a million dollars.

I can get the money, all right.
Yeah?

Yeah. How?

You and me, together.
We can do this.

Listen, it'll be a great score.
You put the guys together and...

If I put together the crew, my cut's
gonna be a lot bigger than a mil.

Fine. Two million dollars.

That's more like it. All
right, I tell you what.

You come up with a plan.
I'll make some calls,

put together some manpower.

All right. I'll be in touch.
Hey, Tony.

I'm really glad I didn't cut
you into little pieces.

Don't make me regret
my decision, huh?

[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike. It's me.

Looks like I'm
Tony's new partner.

Hank, it's not that complicated.

Tony's gonna try to rob the docks. We're
gonna make sure he gets caught doing it.

He gets busted, his operation rolls
up and your problem goes away.

Wait. But you're gonna
actually help him do this?

Nothing's gonna get stolen.

We just have to make sure that
the mouse goes after the cheese.

- And when he does...
- [ Hank Grunts ]

Shouldn't we talk to the police?

Hank, we're not supposed
to tell you this.

Tony's got an F.B.I. agent in his pocket.
He'd just get tipped off.

- This is how it has to be.
- All right. What do I have to do?

Well, that's the good part, Hank.
You get to be the hero.

You get to be the one
who stops the heist.

[ Michael ] Sam's gonna be
meeting with Tony later.

You just go to work.
Everything'll be fine.

Yeah, okay. See you guys later.

[ Exhales ] Sam's gonna
need some backup.

I'm there.

Fi, you know as well as I do...

that Tony's going to be expecting
Sam's right-hand man to be,

well, a man.

Looks like I'm coming
off the bench then.

Now, the shipment's coming in there.
Usually we just hit a few crates,

but if we take this whole thing,
it's gonna be a hell of a score.

What's in the crates?
Microprocessors.

You know, the stuff
they put in computers.

50,000 units. Street value,
five million dollars.

I guess that would
explain the security...

Electric fence,
gate, rent-a-cops.

The shipment's gonna be in a box
truck inside that warehouse.

You guys get in there, you're
gonna be able to drive right out,

- and I'll take care of the sales, any...
- Hold on.

We're going in there? Yeah.

Uh-uh. You're coming with us.

Uh... No, no, no, no.
You don't understand.

I don't do that stuff anymore.

You see, I paid my dues.
I'm a boss.

Well, my friend, you will not
be a boss for much longer...

unless you plan on coming with us.
I'm not doing it.

Look, Tony. You're on a team with
Chuck, he takes care of you.

- I'm not gonna do it.
- He takes care...

Tell him about the time you saved
your Navy SEAL buddy in El Salvador.

Come on. Tell him, man.

[ Clears Throat ] It was the '80s.
Uh...

I led a fact-finding
team into the country.

There were five of us,
including my buddy Pete.

Course, the death squads were
none too happy to see us.

So we came under fire, and
Pete took one in the spine.

He wanted me to dump
him, leave him behind.

I sent the team ahead, and Pete
and I holed up in some church...

for a couple days, living
off of communion wafers.

Finally a couple Blackhawks
airlifted us out of there.

The point is, no
man left behind.

That's the promise I make,
the promise I keep.

That's a hell of a story, Chuck.

[ Mouths Words ]

So what do you say? You in?

Yeah, I'm in. Let's do this.

What the hell was that?

What? The story? Michael mentioned it.
No. It's not just a story.

This is me. It's my real life.

I don't pimp my past to bad guys.
You understand?

It worked, didn't it?

Bingo. Bingo!

[ Beeping ]

Hey, Michael. It's Jesse. I
need to talk to you, man.

Yeah. I heard about
what happened with Sam.

Word to the wise. Stay out of
his war stories from now on.

Come on, man. The guy's
an ex-Navy SEAL.

He probably told that story a million
times. That's not the point, Jesse.

You know, okay. Point taken. Point taken.
That's not why I called.

Listen, I think I found Cobra's
warehouse at the airport.

- Well, I think we should get over there.
- Yeah. I think we should.

I'm gonna come pick you up.
All right. [ Door Opens ]

Fresh baked chocolate chip!

Hey.

What? Word got out
about my cookies, huh?

Oh. [ Laughs ] Heading
out somewhere?

Yeah. I'm gonna go meet Michael.

That doesn't narrow
it down much.

- You're not gonna stop, are you?
- What?

You're just gonna keep on pushing
till you find out who I am,

so I'm gonna save us both
some time, all right?

I was a counterintelligence agent
up until about a month ago,

when I was... fired.

Uh, somebody used my security access
to steal some classified files.

Lucky for me, your son
was there to help me.

Was he? Oh, yeah.

Yeah. He saved my life.

You raised a good man.

You should know that.

I'll see you later. All right?

Well, if it is Cobra's
hangar, he's not here now.

I wish he was, just so
we could ask him...

what he thinks of the code name Cobra.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Jesse ] Ah, it's the same
tail number as the plane...

he used to move his weapons.

What do you think? We
could wait for him.

There's no telling
when he'd show up.

[ Michael Narrating ] One reason it's
tough to pull off the perfect crime...

is destroying evidence
leaves its own evidence.

If a section of floor has been
cleaned with a powerful surfactant,

it sticks out like a drop
of bleach on a shirt,

begging the question: what did someone
go to so much trouble to clean?

Is that grease?

Blood. Looks like somebody
was dumping a body.

Think it was Cobra? That would
explain why he disappeared.

Well, if it was him,
he'll be tough to find.

Dump a body this way, it just drops out
of the sky when the landing gear deploys.

Guess we're gonna have to track
down the last place this baby flew.

Yeah. We're all set, Tony.

The team's ready.

Oh, you're excited? Uh-huh.

W... Well, it's not exactly like
the mission in El Salvador.

I... I guess they're similar.

Yeah. Okay, I'll see you there.
[ Beeps ]

[ Groans ] The guy will
not stop calling me.

He thinks he's part of a
frickin' platoon now.

Aw, he likes you, Sam. Yeah, I
don't need friends like that,

'cause when this is over, he wants me to
kill his whole crew, families included.

The guy's a piece of work.

What's up, Hank?
He's gonna see me.

Look. By the time he sees you,
he's gonna be halfway to prison.

So just stick with the plan, Hank.
It'll be fine.

This is it? This
is the whole team?

I got a few others around. What about
on the road, looking out for cops?

Yeah. Around the perimeter too. Don't worry. I
got it covered. Right. We're on the clock here.

Three minutes from the time we breach
the fence to the time we drive out.

- Anything goes wrong, we scatter
and regroup. - Roger that.

- Road team set? - Set.

- Perimeter team set?
- [ Gruff Voice ] Set.

- Sniper team, set? - [
Southern Accent ] Set.

I got eyes on security.
South side of the building.

[ Sam ] Take the shot. Give 'em a flat
tire as they come around the corner.

[ Michael ] Roger that.

Security car disabled.
Copy that.

Okay, we're good to go.

[ Michael Narrating ] If you're cutting
through a high-powered electric fence,

you need more than rubber gloves
and a pair of thick-soled shoes.

Covering a fence with
spray-on insulation...

and using a set of
fiberglass-handled bolt cutters...

will keep you from lighting
up like a Christmas tree.

Hold on there, Chuck. All
right, you're clear.

[ Michael Narrating ] A shaped charge
large enough to go through a wall...

is also large enough to let
everyone for several miles...

know what you're doing.

A smaller charge can
be just as useful...

and a lot less noisy.

A hydraulic spreader puts out enough
pressure to rip a door off a Humvee.

Placed correctly, it
will make short work...

of reinforced concrete.

Five million dollars!
It's a beautiful thing.

We can admire it later. Get it started.
Let's get outta here.

[ Door Handle Rattles ]

We got two minutes. [
Electrical Sparking ]

[ Engine Starts ]

All right. I'll get the
guard to open the gate.

- Meet me on the other side. You got it?
- I'll be there.

All right, Hank. This is it. Open the gate.
You sure about this?

Look. We've already called
in the stolen truck.

Every cop in Miami's gonna be waiting
for him about a mile from the port,

but he's not gonna be there
unless you open the gate now!

Okay, good. Take my
gun and lead me out.

You sell this, we're home free.

Just point the end with
the hole at me and, uh,

try not to shake too much.

Go! Get outta here!

Is it over?

[ Sam ] Yeah. It will be soon.

Cops should be closing in shortly.
Mike, what's going on?

Jesse and Fi clear? All clear.

- You got a visual on Tony?
- Looking good, Sam.

He stopped, Sam.
Something's wrong.

What do you mean, he stopped?

[ Michael Narrating ] A spy's job is
to get into the head of his adversary,

to know how he'll behave
and use it against him.

But human behavior's about as
predictable as the weather.

Sometimes the most hardened
criminal can decide to be noble...

at the most inconvenient time.

Looks like Tony had second
thoughts about leaving you behind.

- What? - He's coming back, Sam.

Okay, Hank. I gotta
hit you in a second,

and when I do, you run like
hell and don't look back.

Wait. I don't need you...

[ Sirens Blaring In Distance ]

- What the hell happened?
- Leave no man behind, right?

You didn't leave your buddy in El
Salvador, and I'm not leaving you.

The truck is trashed. We gotta get
outta here. Come on. Let's go!

Hang on. I don't hear
the sirens anymore.

I think we can stop running.
What happened back there?

- My gun jammed. The guy got the drop
on me. - What the hell are we gonna do?

I don't know what to tell you. You
got a big problem here, Tony.

Look, maybe you should just run.
Just get the hell out of town.

No, no, no, no. I'm not gonna lam it.
You got New York after you.

Look, we caught a
bad break today.

But you and me... We
make a great team.

You got a good crew.

Come on. We could do
something here, make a move.

What are you trying
to say, Tony?

You and me... We take out Gio.

I take over, show New
York who's boss.

Wait a second. You're trying to
get me to help you kill Gio?

I'm telling you, this'll work.

We take him out, his
guys, everyone!

How many bodies you gonna drop here?
As many as it takes!

He tried to kill me. I'm
telling you, this will work.

We hit 'em hard,
leave no one alive.

Come on. Listen.

Gio and his crew go to
the track every Friday.

We can hit 'em then. All we
need is cars, muscle and guns.

Come on, are we in? Huh?
You're in. Let's go!

Okay, I am now officially the closest
friend of a total psychopath.

This is great. This
is just great.

I don't even want this.

- So what'd you say? - What could I
say? I told him I would think about it.

I mean, what the hell
are we gonna do now?

He wants to go after Gio's
crew and start a war...

all because his best buddy, Chuck, was
such a stand-up guy back in El Salvador.

All right. So let's
let him start a war.

We wanted Tony to stick
his neck out, right?

It's just as easy to get him
busted for going after Gio...

as it is to get him busted for
ripping off some warehouse.

Tell me he's joking. We don't
have a lot of other choices, Sam.

I'm not saying I love the idea,

but it could help Hank get
out from under Tony's thumb.

I kind of like it, actually.

Taking out half of Miami's
wise guys in one afternoon?

We haven't done that before. I
hate to be the naysayer here,

but Tony is expecting an army, and last
time I checked, we don't have an army.

Oh. Oh, we'll give him an army.

[ Michael Narrating ] Creating
the illusion of force...

is one of the oldest
tricks in warfare.

The rise of the private security
guard has made it a lot easier.

Post a job opening on the
Internet in the morning,

and by lunch, you can have a whole platoon
of muscular guys in black blazers.

17-inch arms? Hmm.

Lose the jacket. Let me see 'em.

Hmm. You've got a job.

Hire some heavy-duty S.U.V.s...

- to put your security force in place...
- Next.

And it'll look just like you've
got troops ready for battle.

All right. You guys are gonna
follow the lead car to this spot.

Okay? Single-file line. Keep it tight.
Let's go.

- You ready to do this?
- Yes, I am. You won't regret this.

Once I'm the boss, I'm gonna
need some guys... good guys.

- I won't forget what you did for me.
- I'm sure you won't.

Now, look. As soon
as we see Gio,

my snipers are gonna put a few
slugs through his engine block.

We drive up. You pop
out with that bad boy.

You let Gio know who's
running the show here.

My snipers have got you covered,
and I'm behind you all the way.

All right. Let's do this!

- You're the boss.
- Will be soon, anyway. [ Laughs ]

We've got eyes on Gio.

[ Beeps ] Okay.
Let's light him up.

[ Michael Narrating ] Military leaders
since the city-states of early Greece...

have known that a
tried-and-tested method...

for getting rid of an adversary
is to provoke him to attack...

a more powerful enemy.

Provide an ambitious adversary with the
backing of a seemingly invincible army,

and he's bound to go hunting
for even his toughest rival.

Get out, you son of a bitch,

and face me like a man!

Tony. What the hell
are you doing?

You think you could take me out
'cause I was a few dollars short?

What the hell are
you talking about?

- Okay, let's move.
- I'll tell you what I'm talking about.

I'm mixing things up right now.

I got a new crew, and I got
a new way of doing things.

And this town's got a new boss.
Me.

Chuck! Get up here!

[ Michael Narrating ] Making sure
your adversary is eliminated...

Chuck! What are you doing?

Then becomes about
pulling that backing...

once he's declared
war on his rival...

- Chuck! - when it's too late
for him to take it all back.

You just made a very
big mistake, Tony.

You mother...

[ Gunfire Continues ]

[ Michael ] Ten arrests so far on the
docks, and they're only getting started.

About Tony... What happened?

- He's in a Miami-Dade prison hospital.
- Charged with killing Gio.

I don't think anyone will be
hearing from him for a while.

What happens when people
start asking questions...

about the security team
that cleaned up the docks?

- What should I say? - Uh...

Probably best if you
don't say anything.

Some stories you
just don't tell.

So, got some information on that cargo
plane that was in the hangar at Opa-Locka.

Last flight, the Bahamas.

And wouldn't you know it, same
day, a John Doe washed ashore.

Oh. Should head down
there and check it out.

Fiona has some connections. She
could make some arrangements.

What? You can get me
off the no-fly list?

Not exactly, but I can get you into
the cargo bay of a cigarette boat.

Trip's about two hours.

Can't think of a nicer
way to spend a Saturday.

Mom, you came to visit?

What's the occasion?
The occasion?

How about what you did to Jesse?

I don't know what he told you.

He didn't tell me anything... except
that he lost his job last month.

- You think I have something to do
with that? - Michael, just stop!

I was there when you
decided to join the army.

And I remember the look on your face when
you had to tell your brother about it,

how you felt you were betraying him by
leaving him behind with your father.

And you had the same look on your
face when you brought Jesse around.

I knew you did this
kind of stuff,

but seeing it up close and
personal like this is...

You know, you have no idea how
delicate of a situation I'm in.

There are things you don't know, things I
can't talk about, things I can't explain.

Oh, please. I'm not gonna give
away your secret, Michael.

I just want to know how you can pretend
to be his friend. I am his friend!

I'm the best friend he has right now.
I'm helping him!

You're lying to him! Take
it from me, lies get out.

Thirty years with your
father taught me that.