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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 ] Forging an
intelligence file is always tricky.

Spies are trained to catch
even tiny inconsistencies,

from outdated typeface to the wrong
kind of thermochromatic ink.

Even the folder needs
to be picture-perfect,

because the fact is, spies do
judge books by their covers.

So here's the story. This report
came from a navy buddy...

who's serving in Japan where they still
use the old-school Pentagon folders.

And I happen to have one. So, thank
God for government inertia, huh?

But Jesse's been working on
this investigation for years.

[ Sam ] Well, everything that he was looking
into and all the stuff that we found...

This little baby
connects all the dots.

It's your masterwork, Sam. I owe
you a mojito. Damn straight.

Before we start patting
ourselves on the back,

can we talk about what
we're doing to Jesse?

Fi, Jesse's seen a lot of bad things
happen to a lot of good people.

He just wants a name. And we're
just gonna give him that name.

John Barrett.

God, why didn't I put this together?
John Barrett.

It's great cover, running
a telecom conglomerate.

Gets Barrett into every
corner of the globe.

Massive resources, highest
level government access.

It's a nice perch for a guy looking to start
a few little wars and make a buck off it.

This is... I was looking at private military
companies, arms dealers, retired spooks.

I should've been watching the guy
who was laying the phone lines.

Where do I send my
thank-you note?

A buddy of mine stationed in Japan. He,
uh, didn't even know what he had there.

All right, man. Drake Tech's
based in New York, right?

Let's head up there, let
Barrett know his number's up.

Why go to where he's strongest?

We have what he wants. Better
to make him come to us.

You want to call him up, let him know
we got a Bible he's been looking for?

That's exactly what
I was thinking.

What? I'm having friends over to
play cards. It's my turn to host.

- [ Doorbell Rings ] -
Oh, that must be Susie.

Uh, well, I guess it's
time to go someplace...

where you won't be
interrupted by canasta.

[ Jesse ] Three years.

That's over a thousand days, man.
Here it is.

Are you sure about this? You sure
you want to play it straight?

There's no point in lying to a
man with Barrett's resources.

We're just two burned spies
selling a book code.

You ready?

Yes. [ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Hello? Mr. Barrett,
Michael Westen.

Sorry to bother you on your private line,
but I have this odd-looking Bible.

I've been flipping through it, and
it appears to be a book code.

Is that at all
interesting to you?

Can you please excuse me?

[ Man ] Okay. Yeah.
[ Chattering ]

My wife doesn't even have this number.
How'd you get it?

You want to talk about your wife
not having your unlisted number...

or the book code you've been robbing
banks and killing people to find?

- Who is this?
- I used to work for the government.

So did my partner, Jesse Porter.

Now we're working freelance,
thought you might be hiring.

And just what is it
you boys think I do?

Don't waste our time, Mr. Barrett.
You're a merchant of death.

- And business is booming.
- You have the wrong number, son.

And you have the wrong man.

I run a telecom company.

Well, the Bible's here in Miami. Whenever
you're ready to talk, let us know.

[ Beeps ]

- That could've gone better.
- It went as well as it needed to.

Barrett wants the Bible.

If he can't deal for it,
he'll try to steal it.

A man like that... he's
already tracking us down.

Yeah.

So you and Jesse are poking
Barrett with a stick.

Why does the phrase "sitting
ducks" come to mind?

Jesse and I are pretty
well-armed ducks.

I hope so.

- Hello, Fiona. - Well, hello.

Hi, Mom. I ordered you an ice
tea, but if you wanted...

I scored 1,420 points at
canasta yesterday, Michael.

That's... wonderful?

It's horrible.

I was distracted. I was nervous.
I've been a wreck.

What's wrong, Madeline?
Sit down.

I'm not staying for lunch. I only
asked you all to meet me here...

because it's too risky to talk
to my son in my own home.

- This is about Jesse.
- Made me sick...

watching you feed him that line of B.S.
in my house yesterday.

I don't want to keep him in the
dark, but it's for his own good.

Oh, and you're the one who
gets to determine that?

This'll all be over soon.
Trust me.

Well, it better be.

Mom.

I want to thank you again for
suggesting Jesse live with her.

Yeah. It may not have been
one of my better ideas.

If lunch is off, I should
go talk to my new client.

You're taking on a client
in the middle of all this?

Just a friend of a
friend from yoga.

The woman was seduced by a scam artist.
He took her life savings.

Don't worry. I'm not asking you for help.
The guy's a sleazy womanizer.

Clearly a job for Sam Axe.

After my husband died,

I didn't think I'd
ever date again,

but then Charles came along.

I thought, "Well, he's no Josh, but
he likes all my low-fat recipes."

I should've known.

You can't beat yourself up. The bastard
told you what you wanted to hear.

He was good.

Those eyes, that British accent.

All those lies.

Yep, he sounds slick. So
how'd he get your money?

I trusted him. Things were
getting serious, I thought,

and he offered to
help me invest.

And then he used your account info
to help himself to your savings.

We're not gonna let him
get away with this.

I even hired a couple of
private investigators.

One of them actually quit
after he met Charles.

Said he seemed like a nice guy.

Now I'm selling off my
life piece by piece...

while that bastard is partying
on South Beach with my savings.

You know, it's hard to party
with broken kneecaps.

Actually, I think we should
fight fire with fire.

Charles isn't the only
charmer in Miami.

[ Jesse ] I still think we should go
after Barrett directly in New York, man.

Let's call that plan Z.

Trust me. Barrett wants the Bible.
He's gonna send someone after it.

I don't mind being the bait as
long as the trap is good enough.

[ Michael Narrating ] An
effective booby trap...

not only needs to look
like a good hiding spot,

it also needs to leave
your enemy incapacitated.

A well-placed 50-gallon oil drum
should pique your target's curiosity.

And a portable defibrillator packs enough
punch to make their heart skip a beat,

without stopping it entirely.

Wire the defibrillator
to a convincing decoy,

and whoever comes looking
will be in for a shock.

Connect a camera wirelessly through
an Internet phone provider...

and you'll be able to keep an eye on
your trap from anywhere in the world...

without having to
pay long distance.

- How's the Skype working?
- All right. Looks good.

Are you sure Barrett's up on that cell?
[ Beeping ]

This burner we called him with
is made by a company he owns.

Any idiot would know to tap and trace
the phone, and Barrett's not an idiot.

[ Exhales ] [ Mosquito Buzzes ]

What now?

We wait.

While Barrett comes
looking for this.

Why do I get the feeling Sam's
having more fun than we are?

- [ Woman Giggles ]
- ** [ Latin Pop ]

** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

Okay, Fi. You got eyes on him?

Yep. Just like Emily said.

There's Charles, blowing
her life savings.

Yeah... except I don't think he's spent a dime.
I think he's got a new fish on the line.

[ Fiona ] He is the one man
from England with decent teeth.

So our con man's pretty clean
since showing up stateside.

Got an allegation of fraud up in Boca, but nothing
really stuck, except for a couple of D.U.I.'s.

- I couldn't find any bank accounts either.
- Yet he has an Interpol file.

Yeah. It turns out he's not just a fraud.
He's a suspected killer.

A couple women he bilked in England
went missing when they complained.

So he doesn't just steal from
defenseless women. He murders them.

That son of a bitch.

Not this time. We're gonna introduce
him to a new kind of trouble.

I don't know. This fella's
gonna be a challenge.

I think it's time for
some Chuck Finley action.

His name is Charles. You
need a new cover I.D.

Sorry, Fi. I don't think so.

Chuck Finley is forever.

** [ Pop ]

[ Chattering ]

* Hey, oh, oh *

* Hey, oh, oh, oh *

* Uh-uh *

* Uh-uh Uh-uh **

Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt,
but her feet are killing her.

Any way we can just sit down
with you for just a couple secs?

- Actually, this is a private area.
- Oh, Charles, don't be silly.

Those heels are hot, but they
look positively evil. Sit down.

Oh! [ Sam ] Thanks.

- I'm Chuck. This is Alexis.
- Lindsey and Charles.

- Cheers. - [ Sam ] Hey.

Wow. Bollinger blanc.
Good stuff.

Charles and I are splurging.

[ Fiona ] Oh, us too.

South Beach is so much fun. I
just flew in from San Francisco.

I was chartering a yacht
when I met Chuck.

And he is showing me around.

[ Growls Playfully ] [ Laughs ]

Isn't that nice.

Hey. Tell you what,
next bottle's on me.

[ Indistinct ]

So I said, "Not if that's
your idea of a haircut."

[ Laughing ] Right? You get it?

No. [ Laughing ] [ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ] I have to powder my nose.
Will you come with me?

[ Fiona Chuckles ] Oh, Chuck.
[ Sam ] Don't get lost.

[ Chuckles ]

So, Chuck, what is
it that you do?

Investments, just like you. You
never know who's gonna pay off.

Afraid I don't follow. Well...

Normally I work Boca,

but I have heard some legendary
stories about you, my friend.

Hey. Relax. I'm not here to
horn in on any of your action.

You can have any woman in this club.
I just need some help with Alexis.

She's rich, divorced...

Just what are you proposing?

Well, she's a couple of nights of
passion away from paying out big-time,

but I got the I.R.S.
breathing down my neck.

I can't move a dime.

I was hoping maybe you would let me run
her fortune through your accounts.

[ Chuckles ] You want
to use my accounts?

Quite a set of bollocks on you.

Cut you in 20% for
an hour's work.

I don't do business like that.
I'm a lone wolf, mate.

Isn't Charles sweet?

Ah. Almost too good to be true.

How long have you been dating?
Just a few weeks.

I am so lucky to have found him.

Maybe he found you.

Must have been fate. I was so
devastated after my sister passed.

And he works with this
cancer research charity.

Hmm.

This is the last time you show your
face in this club. This is my turf.

Okay. You drive a hard bargain.
Thirty percent.

[ Chuckling ] Hey.
So sorry, love.

I just got a business call from London.
We really should run.

Really? I was hoping...
We really should go.

Lovely meeting you.

That son of a bitch is preying
on another grieving woman.

Please tell me you got
his account information.

No. The limey is
totally charm-proof.

Well, let's see if
he's bulletproof.

Fi. Look. You had your chance.

I'm gonna beat Emily's
money out of him.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies spend plenty
of time with sociopaths and criminals,

but sometimes it's even more dangerous
to hang out with their victims.

Letting your emotions get the best of
you can threaten the entire operation.

You're not going after him.
Get your hands off me!

Sticking a gun to his
head is not gonna help.

He is prepared for that.
Believe me.

Now, we will get her money back.
I promise, Fi.

If we don't, I will shoot him.
And then I'll shoot you.

Hey. Where's Sam?

Oh, Sam and I are... We're taking a
break from each other. This is Michael.

It's good to meet you.
Nice boat.

Thanks. My husband and I
built her together actually.

That's why she's
named Back Pain.

Don't do this, Emily. We're
gonna get your money back.

- Things went well with Charles?
- Uh, not exactly.

Charles is extremely careful,
but we might have a new angle.

You know how you're not supposed to mix
prescription medication with alcohol?

Charles is gonna make that
mistake with Lorazepam.

Wait a second.
You're drugging him?

There's gotta be another way you
can get him to tell you the truth.

We're not drugging him to make him talk.
We're drugging him so that he blacks out.

When Charles wakes up, Sam will convince
him he went on a crazy spending spree.

He'll want to check
his balance...

And we'll be watching when he does.
That plan sounds insane.

Well, insane is one
of our specialties.

** [ Electronic Dance ]

[ Chattering ]

Cigar?

Cheers.

Charles.

Could I have made it more
clear that this was my turf?

No, no. You were very clear. Look. I'm about
to wrap things up with Alexis and blow town.

But before I do, I just wanted
to drop off a token of respect.

Just consider this the... the
king's hunting tax, if you will.

"King's hunting tax"?
[ Chuckles ]

Look. I wandered onto your turf, and
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

So, no hard feelings?

As long as you're leaving town.
Oh, that I am.

Hope you like that timepiece, 'cause I had
to earn it. Alexis is a real ballbuster.

You know, I'm all set to bleed
her dry by the end of the week,

but every moment until then is like...
[ Imitates Gunshot, Laughs ]

There's nothing more pathetic
than a bitch who can't move on.

Amen to that, brother. I have
a, uh, mate across the pond...

who disposes of the clingy
ones once he's wrung 'em out.

A mate?

Right. [ Laughs ]

Let me buy you a drink.

Cheers. [ Laughs ]

** [ Electronic Dance ]

[ Michael Narrating ] To create a
blank spot in someone's memory,

you need to be equal parts drinking
buddy and amateur chemist.

First, you need the
target to party enough...

to make your story
believable the next day.

At the same time, you need
to gauge their tolerance...

so you can combine just the
right amount of alcohol...

with just the right amount of
pharmaceutical assistance.

Come on. Bottoms up.

A night to remember. Cheers!

Cheers. [ Laughs ]

** [ Continues ]

- Yep. He's still out.
- Thank you.

Do that one more time, and I might
forgive you for the other night.

[ Chuckles ]

Happy now?

- Anything useful on his phone?
- No.

But now it has a bug.

I sent that Lindsey
woman a little message.

Uh-oh. Did Charles
drunk text her?

He may have accidentally revealed
his plans to rip her off.

She sent him a text back saying
she never wants to see him again.

Oh, well. Okay. Let's
get down to business.

When Charles wakes up, he will
have had one hell of a night.

[ Jesse ] Every step of our
investigation's been like pulling teeth.

Stalled out for
weeks, and then boom,

Sam's buddy just happens to be
sitting on the magic bullet.

We had the problem surrounded.

There aren't two other people on the planet
who'd know that that file connects to Barrett.

Yeah. I'm just asking, how
reliable is Sam's friend?

You know?

Maybe we should test him,
slip him a lead from CIFA.

Jesse, we talked to Barrett. He's
the guy who wants the Bible.

Do we really need more
confirmation than that? I mean...

Hold on. We have a guest.

Oh, hello.

That's it, buddy.
You're getting warmer.

Maybe the Bible's
in that oil drum.

Warmer.

[ Jesse ] Yeah, even warmer.

You're gettin' hot.

- [ Electricity
Crackles ] - [ Groans ]

Burnt. Bam.

Hands. Hands. No, no, no.
Hands up.

Hands up!

- Thank you.
- That was close, buddy.

You almost stole our phone book.

You have no idea who
you're messing with.

Well, whose fault is that? You
haven't told us your name yet.

And until we get a chance
to chat with your bosses,

you're a guest of the
abandoned boathouse.

His phone's clean.

[ Sighs ] Guess we get to spend more
time in the sweatbox guarding him...

till his superiors
call to check in.

Actually, I'm supposed to go
help Fi and Sam with a gig.

Unless you want to go.

[ Mosquito Buzzes ] I did
take the last shift.

I'll pick up more bug spray.

[ Snoring ]

Okay, it's been 12 hours. Time
to wake up Sleeping Beauty.

Mike there yet? [ Fiona
] He's running late.

It's a pity we have to
wake up Charles at all.

Uh, dead guys are much less
likely to visit a bank, Fi.

Hello.

You survived the mosquitoes.
Barely.

All right, Sam. Get him moving.
[ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Whoo! Rise and shine, big boy.
Time to shake it off.

Wild night, huh, Chaz?

Have a cup of joe.

What are you doing in my house?
Good morning to you too.

Whatever happened to
"friends till death"?

What the hell? Last I remember,
you were leaving Miami.

Someone needs practice drinking. I mean,
how many did you even have last night?

Look. If you don't remember
the French deejay,

tell me you at least remember the
Brazilian chicks from the after party.

After party? Oh, come on.

Or how about when we were hauling ass in
your new car and you jumped the curb?

What new car?

The hell did this come from?

Uh, you bought it, buddy. You
backed into it on Ocean Drive.

The guy jumps out screaming,
"You dented my car!"

And you said... [ British Accent
] "No, mate. I dented my car."

[ Normal Voice ] And you bought it
off him on the spot. It was epic.

- I bought this Bentley last night?
- Yeah.

You ran off yelling about some account.
Then you came back with a bag of cash.

I gotta tell ya. You
know how to party.

Where's my Lexus?
Where's my wallet?

Maybe your wallet's
in your Lexus.

What the bloody hell
is going on here?

Anyone ever tell you that you're a
lot more fun when you're drunk?

Hey. Hair of the dog is what you need.
Shut up.

Piss off. Get out, okay? I've
some things to get sorted.

Uh, does this mean we're not gonna pick
up those new suits you ordered for us?

We... All right.

Game time. [ Beeps ]

"Reynolds & Pederson." He's
heading to a law firm?

We need to talk, Martin. I
don't see the point of...

[ Static ]...money manager...

Charles, I'm in the
middle of something.

What's going on?
Don't I pay you...

Come on. [ Static ]

[ Charles ] ...some judgment?

Sounds like the juicy part.
We gotta get closer.

Martin, tell me how I got the
cash to buy a Bentley last night.

What are you talking about?

[ Charles On Speaker ]
I went on a bender...

and wound up with a shiny
new Bentley, you wanker!

- Nobody here gave you a damn thing.
- Really?

Where do you think I get the money
to pay for that, you half-wit?

[ On Speaker ] Let
the grown-ups talk.

[ Martin ] Get a
hold of yourself.

This is why you don't
handle the accounts.

You start drinking and
you lose your head.

Don't worry. Your money's safe.

Tony, head out to
the front lawn.

Check out that blue car.

Is there any chance you
were followed here?

We gotta go. [ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When your
surveillance is about to be blown,

you have two choices.

You can run, or you
can stay put...

and make it look like you
have a reason to be there.

[ Clears Throat ]

- What?
- Hey. Take that somewhere else.

A guy can't make out
with his girlfriend?

- Okay. That was...
- Purely tactical.

Yes. Yes, it was.

We should go. Yes.

So, our friend Barry says Charles has a kind
of underworld money manager handling his cash.

He's got hundreds of
offshore accounts.

Even if we knew which
one had your money,

only Charles and this Martin
character can make withdrawals.

That's the bad news.

The bad news is it looks like I'm
moving back in with my mother.

We have an angle.

- Charles is very, very worried about guarding
his money. - And with a little pushing,

we can turn his concern for his financial
security into full-blown paranoia.

He gets paranoid enough, he's
gonna start looking for help.

Right. That's when we bring
in our buddy Mike to help.

What Mike's gonna do is make it clear
that the only way he can help...

is if Charles shows him exactly
where he keeps the money.

Do you guys have, like, a manual where
you get this stuff or something?

No. Mostly we just
make it up as we go.

There you are. What the
hell did you get me into?

What are you going on about?

They are following me.

Dreadfully sorry, my loves.

Right back.

Just what are you talking about?
Have you gone mad?

I'm telling ya.
They are after me.

Ever since you and I hung
out the other night,

there has been a little blue
Hyundai all over my ass.

One of my men thought a blue car
was following me. There you go.

But it turned out to be nothing.
Just a couple snogging in the alley.

Huh?

You know, making out.

Really?

Point is, they weren't
following me.

Of course they were making out.
That was just their cover.

That's the oldest trick in the book. I'm
telling you, they're after both of us.

No. I have been careful. There
is nothing to worry about.

You've gotta take this seriously, Chaz.
This could be a jealous husband.

No. I am going to relax
and work on my tan.

Good luck, mate.

[ Rapid Beeping, Line Rings ]

[ Fiona ] Hey. How'd it go?
Okay. Yeah.

I planted the seed. How's it
coming with our not-so-sneaky bug?

Don't rush me, Sam.

Jesse just got here with
Madeline's old stereo.

Yeah. Uh, hey, Fi. Speaking of Jesse,
when you were following Charles...

I'll call you when we're done, Sam.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

All right. So, let's give Charles
something to worry about.

[ Michael Narrating ] There's an art
to building a listening device...

that's meant to be discovered.

It's not enough for it
to look like a bug.

It needs to have a fatal flaw
to make sure someone finds it,

like a high frequency transmitter
that causes earsplitting feedback...

when placed near
other electronics.

[ Feedback Screeching ]

[ Feedback Stops ]

I should get going. This bug
isn't gonna plant itself.

Right. Yeah, I'm gonna head
back to the boathouse,

help Michael babysit
our captive.

So I'm just gonna... Yeah.

Yeah.

How'd the bug
building go with Fi?

If Charles can't find that thing, he's
more of a dumb-ass than we thought.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Here we go.

Hello? Where have you been? You
were supposed to check in.

This is Michael Westen
and Jesse Porter.

We're your boss's new
business associates.

[ Man On Phone ] Where's
Colonel Russell?

You guys have a colonel
running your errands?

- [ Man ] What do you... - Listen to me.
We're sending Colonel Russell back to you...

with some photocopied
pages from the Bible.

The sneak preview should make it
very clear: We have the rest.

You send any more of your little
thieves for it, we're gonna burn it.

You tell Mr. Barrett to come down to Miami like
we asked him to. Do I need to repeat myself?

No. Good. Talk to you soon.

[ Beeps ] Active duty, huh?

I'm sure Uncle Sam would be happy to hear that
you're taking side gigs to make a quick buck.

You trying to blackmail me?
Of course not.

But you need to remember which
boss you're taking these to.

These pages go right to
the big guy in New York.

He's expecting you soon.

You know you're kicking a
hornet's nest, right? Oh!

Suddenly he's Mr. Talkative.
Drive safe.

Nicely done.

I'd say we should call up Sam, see if
he wants to go get a drink, but, uh,

he's probably lost his
taste for alcohol.

[ Rings ]

[ Panting ] [ Beeps ]

Chaz. I was just
about to call you.

You were right, mate.
They're after me too.

I just found a bug
in my new car.

You know what? That's nothing.

There's 100K missing from
my offshore account.

And you know who knew I had money in Aruba?
Hmm? Nobody.

I told my money manager, but he
thought I was talking rubbish.

What the hell would a money manager know
about this, huh? This is hard-core.

No, no, no, no. I'm gonna call a guy who
knows how to handle this kind of crap.

- To go after your money? - No. To go
after the people who are hunting us.

Look. Meet me at the Sagamore, and bring
that little bug thing that you found, okay?

Brilliant.

[ Charles ] This is your
guy who handles stuff?

You didn't tell me
he was a dirty cop.

Well, he's just sort
of kinda a cop.

It's all right. I don't
mind the word "dirty."

Okay. So, look. This is
my account in Aruba.

You see those transaction codes?
The bastards bled me dry.

- You said they were following you.
- Yeah. In a blue Hyundai.

They bugged my new car.

Probably come after
your money next.

Give me your bank info, and
I'll cut them off at the pass.

No. I have people watching my accounts.
What I need you to do...

[ British Accent ] Oh, are you gonna
tell me what to do, Your Majesty?

Oh, you're the expert on
how to catch bad guys?

- [ Normal Voice ] Well, you don't
need me then. - No offense, mate.

I just don't ever give
out my banking...

Yeah, fine. Beach is that way.
Go stick your head in the sand.

You told me he was on board.

Hey. It's not my problem if you two
want to get financially disemboweled.

But I came all the way down here...
Okay. Okay.

I'll get the info for you.

But you better catch these guys.
I want them to suffer.

[ Beeping ]

Martin.

Charles. Listen.

I'm hiring somebody to find
out who's been spying...

Excuse me?

Oh, that bitch.

Okay. All right. Sounds good.

[ Beeps ] Well, that's odd.

Seems like my man
has sorted things.

Sorted how?

Chuck, can I have a moment?

[ Clears Throat ] My moneyman has
found out who's been after us.

It's this bitch I fleeced
about a month ago.

Turns out she's been hiring P.I.'s.
Must have seen us together.

Well, that's fine. We'll have Brooks over
there just deal with her, and then he can...

No. No. I've been told
not to worry about her.

I've got a ticket to Rio.
I'm getting out of town.

Wait a second. You dragged me into this,
and now you're just gonna skip town?

[ Rings ] I know. I feel
dreadful about it, mate.

Tell you what. I've got a few promising
prospects I can throw your way.

Make your money back in no time.

Stop by, first thing.

He's going to Rio.
Mike, this is not...

Good luck then. That was Fi.
Emily just called her.

A couple of guys just showed up
outside her house with guns.

She's hiding in a closet.
[ Groans ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whenever possible,

it's best to avoid charging into a
building filled with angry men with guns.

If going in is your only option,

you choose the best place
to stage an ambush,

lock and load, and get your
enemies to come to you.

[ Clattering ]

That was the garage door.
Somebody's here.

Police breaching techniques generally
involve removing a door by its hinges...

or knocking it open
with a battering ram.

Military breaching techniques
are more aggressive.

They don't just try to get by the door.
They use it as a weapon.

[ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Groaning ]

Beanbag rounds hurt like a bitch.
Am I right?

Emily!

It's clear. [ Gasps ]

How much is my life worth? How
much did Charles pay you?

He didn't send them. His
money guy's in cleanup mode.

Charles is skipping town.

He's heading to Rio.
Are you kidding me?

- That bastard's going to Rio?
- Don't worry.

He's not gonna make it. Sam's intercepting
him before he catches his flight.

He's going to have another wild
night before heading out of town.

When he wakes up, he's going to
have a serious mess to cover up.

About that... I know you said you
didn't want to part with your boat.

Whatever it takes
to stop Charles,

I'll do it.

As promised.

If you can't make your hundred
grand back fleecing those marks,

it's your own
bloody fault, mate.

Happy hunting. To the hunt.

Actually, I'm swearing
off alcohol for a bit.

Chaz, I don't even know
what those words mean.

Buddy.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Cheers.

Mmm.

One on top...

Widow in Coral Gables.

She should be worth
two and a half.

She just won a lawsuit against some
chemical company that killed her kid.

[ Chuckles ] Charles,
you're a real peach.

[ Sam's Voice ]
You're a real peach.

[ Gasps ]

- [ Explosion ] - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

There you are. Come on.
Let's go.

Wait. What in the
hell is going on?

Would it have killed you
to just snap her neck?

What? The hell are
you talking about?

Oh, no. Don't tell me you've
had another blackout.

Did I...

I killed... I killed Emily?

No. You called me screaming to save your
ass 'cause you got a parking ticket.

Of course you killed Emily! You
gave her a fricking Viking funeral.

Now come on. We gotta go. My
buddy's waiting. Let's go.

Your buddy? You
mean the dirty cop?

Don't you remember anything? Yes. Yes.
The guy that you begged me to bring in.

Yes. Okay.

Yeah. Come on. Yes.

He can fix this? Yeah.

Ain't gonna be easy, and
it ain't gonna be cheap.

I don't care. If he can clean this
up, I'll pay him whatever he wants.

A million dollars? That's
my Sunday special.

Cops are picking apart
the crime scene.

D.N.A. is on its way to the lab.
You're covered in blood.

You want to guess how many
palms I gotta grease?

Look. I can get you half a million.
Half a million?

Are you negotiating with me?
Are you negotiating with me?

A million is too much.
I'd rather run for it.

Great idea. Fugitives
escape all the time.

Lady-killer here is going to prison.
I'd distance myself.

Wait! W-Wait.

Look. I'm not cut
out for prison.

You have to make this go away.

I'll get the million.

You get a million dollars, I will
backdate a ticket to Tahiti...

like this chick Emily's
skipping town.

It'll look like she blew up her boat
for some fraud insurance claim.

Good. Good. Brilliant.
That'll work.

[ Beeps ]

Martin. It's Charles. No.
Shut up and listen!

I'm draining my accounts.

I'll need every cent of it...
including your share.

Don't you play the crazy card
with me, you bloody tosser.

If I don't have it all...
[ Mouthing Word ]

within the hour, I'm
going to the police.

And I'm going to tell them
your nasty little secrets.

One hour, Martin.

[ Beeps ]

All good? My moneyman.

I owe him a percentage, but I
know where his bodies are buried.

He knows what happens if
he doesn't come through.

You know, there's a flight
to Rio in three hours.

Why don't I get us a limo? We can
both go cool off. [ Chuckles ]

Rio. Of course. [ Laughs ]

Thirty percent of it
is my money, Charles.

Nobody blackmails me
and gets away with it.

That's tough talk for a
glorified accountant, Martin.

You're lucky I don't kill you right here
just for that weasel look on your face.

[ Pops Lips ] See
you when I see you.

- [ Sam Laughing ] -
One million dollars.

Now, make this all go away.

By the time I'm done, it'll
be like this never happened.

[ Charles ] Who says you
can't get away with murder?

Oh! Feels liberating.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, you know, speaking of that, there's
a few things I wanted to mention to you.

First of all, I figured out
why you're blacking out.

Oh, thank you, detective. I know.
I've been drinking too much.

Well, it's that. Yeah. And
I've been drugging you.

[ Chuckles ] But there's more good news.
You're not a murderer.

What? What the hell
are you saying?

Ah, but there's more bad news.

See, since you ripped off your
moneyman, he wants you dead.

And that's a big problem because we told
his guys where they could find you.

They're going to Rio?

[ Chuckles ] Actually, no.

There's one final piece
I gotta tell ya.

Also bad news. We're
not going to Rio.

What the hell are you doing?
Chuck!

This is your stop.

Chuck, what is this?

You can't be serious.
This is mental.

You know, there's nothing more pathetic
than a bitch who can't move on.

A raging British jackass
once told me that.

Wait. Chuck.

Come on. This is mental.
Chuck! Wait!

What are you doing? You
can't leave me here!

You bloody bastard! Chuck!

Cash is heavy. Wow. [ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ] So I should just
drop this off at the bank?

Show them a police report. They'll probably
chalk it up to a transfer mistake.

The rest of the cash we got from
Charles is going back to his victims.

- Buddy of mine on the force is putting
together a list. - What happened to Charles?

Oh, uh, he's currently on the run
from his former money manager.

You guys are amazing.

I'm sorry about having
to sacrifice your boat.

You know, I think Josh would have
appreciated the final voyage.

Mom, have you seen Jesse?

Are you going somewhere?

Tampa.

I've been meaning to
visit my friend Gwen.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

Were you planning
on saying good-bye?

Well, all right.
Tell Gwen I said hi.

I don't even particularly
like Gwen, Michael.

But I can't keep walking past Jesse
in my house with all this pressure.

And I can't watch you keep
telling lie after lie.

You know, you say that
like you think I enjoy it.

Don't bother calling me to
come back until it's all over.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Sighs ] I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Beeps ]

Mr. Barrett, at long last.

I got your little message.

You've never heard of e-mail? I
guess I'm just old-fashioned.

I don't believe in making a
deal without a handshake.

If you want the Bible, you
have to get on a plane.

I just got off one, son.

Thought I should meet
you face-to-face.

I'll be in touch.

[ Beeps ]

So, Barrett's in town.

The Prince of Darkness
right here in Miami.

I think we've used
that name before.

Yeah? I'll try and think
of something better.

Meantime, here's the F.A.A. manifest
for Drake Tech's private jet.

Fifteen guys on board. I
guess he brought an army.

Doubt that will stop him
from hiring some locals.

Yeah. I already made a few calls
for some private security firms.

Trying to figure out
where he's staying too.

That's a start. He had to
have visited Miami before.

We should find out where
his old haunts are.

Yep. Lots of work ahead.
Hey, Jesse coming?

Consuela, five beers, please.

What? Gotta hydrate.

Michael? We need to talk.

Hey, Fi.

What's going on, Jesse?

You know, something was, uh...

Something was bothering
me for the last few days.

I was having a hard time
putting my finger on it.

Then I talked to my old handler, Marv.
You remember him, right?

[ Beeps ]

There's no security footage from the
military annex on the day that I was burned.

It's all been wiped.

But, uh,

there's another facility
across the street.

Marv found that footage
hadn't been erased.

So it turns out that at
the exact same moment...

that I was accused of
stealing government files,

someone else was rushing
away from the annex.

- That doesn't mean...
- No. No. No!

You do not get to
lie to me anymore!

Michael burned me,

and you all helped cover it up.

It wasn't meant to happen.

We've been trying to take Barrett
out so you can get back in.

Everything that's happened since the day
that I met you people has been a lie.

- No, that's not true.
- And Michael... he's a spy.

You know, I should expect
that from him, but you...

I thought I meant
something to you.

- You do. - You can stop.

You can stop right there.

- Good-bye, Fiona.
- No, J-Jesse.

Please.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

- Yeah, Fi?
- Jesse found out about everything.

- He had a gun.
- Wait, wait, wait. Are you okay?

We ruined his life, Michael.

Where is he? [ Sighs
] I don't know.

But I think he's
gonna make us pay.