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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's informing
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: Until you
figure out who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

International conferences
attract spies...

for the same reason hotel bars
attract hookers:

You can do business
and drink for free.

Looks like your F.B.I. tail
found us. Should we call this off?

No. Keep the engine running.
I'll try to make this quick.

Fi, this is not
an armored assault.

You think they're just gonna give you
covert operatives coming to this conference?

All I need is a name, somebody
in Miami who can get me...

the Homeland Security
directive that burned me.

One name.

I don't need a gun for
that. You're no fun, Michael.

Any high-security function is
going to have a lot of oversight,

a lot of meetings, a lot of
bureaucrats checking up on each other.

You remember I forgot my
badge. The security office is... Right.

In all the confusion
of the big event,

it's easy for another bureaucrat
to just show up.

Security brief, right? Sorry.

Anyway, we're concentrating our efforts
on crowd control if we get protestors.

- Sounds good.
- Excuse me. Which office are you with?

I'm an interdepartmental liaison.
They just wanted me to come down,

make sure we're up to speed
on everything you guys are doing.

Looks like things
are under control.

- Is there anything you need from us, support-wise?
- I don't...

Okay, then. You let us know if there's
anything you want us to coordinate on our end.

The important thing is to disappear
before people can ask questions.

Excuse me, sir. Sir!

Great.
Hey!

If they do decide
to ask questions,

you have to hope you're in a building with
a lot of hallways, a good service basement.

Locked.
And plenty of exits.

Stop right there!
This is a fire hazard.

Sir, stop!
But in the end,

sometimes making an escape is just about being
willing to do what the guy chasing you won't,

like jump off a building.

I just walked two miles
with a twisted ankle.

What happened to
"keep the car running"?

The stolen car, Michael.
Your feds were getting curious.

I had a gun in the car.
Our little mission...

was in danger of being
compromised, so I returned to base.

- And broke in again.
- I think our post-operation debriefing has taught us...

that you need a car and
I need a key to your apartment.

A key? Aren't you more
comfortable breaking in?

What is your problem with me
having a key, Michael?

I don't want anyone to have a
key to my place. It's a security issue.

Right. And your problem
with car ownership?

You prefer the bus? Urine-scented
transportation is more secure?

I don't even know where to
get a car. My assets are frozen.

I don't even have
a driver's license.

I spoke to your mom.
Apparently, you have a car.

Your father's old...
Oh, what is it?

Charger. Not interested. What
are you doing talking to my mom?

We chat.
And you know what I think?

I think a car
is a commitment.

I think you're afraid
to be tied down.

You got a problem
with the lock?

More like a problem
with boundaries.

Apartment is good for you, yes?

Apartment is good.

Yeah, club is good, too,
but always competition, though.

Many problems.

What do you need, Oleg?

I have a waitress, Cara.
Knows my regulars.

On a good night,
half of my business is from her.

But for a week now,
she doesn't come to work.

You don't want me filling in
for her, trust me.

No, I need her, but she's
scared to leave her house.

Someone threaten her.
Maybe boyfriend.

- What do you want me to do?
- I think maybe you can help.

You got rid of the drug dealer next door, so
I think maybe it's no problem for you, huh?

Look, take care of this, I give
you free rent for two months, yes?

Four months, da?

- Okay.
- I'll talk to her.

So, you work for Oleg?

We have an arrangement.
I'm here to see if I can help.

So, a couple weeks ago, I was
driving home from work... Ew.

Oh, recycled grounds.

I haven't been out to the store in more
than a week. I haven't been anywhere.

That's fine. Uh, so what
exactly is the situation?

- Do you know who's threatening you?
- Kind of.

Couple weeks ago, I was driving
home after work around 3:00,

and I saw this pizza delivery
guy rear-end this gold Lexus.

The guy in the Lexus pulled
this poor kid out of the car...

and he started pounding him
with this steering wheel lock.

I got the license plate number
and I called the cops.

So you're the only witness?
Yeah.

Pizza delivery kid is on
life support, so it's just me.

The next week, I get home and
there's a rat nailed to my door.

So I went to the police. I figured
that they could protect me, right?

And they're like,
"We'll send some patrols by."

Meanwhile, there are these scary
guys coming around my work,

and somebody's hanging around Sophie's
school wanting to know where we live, and...

- Sophie?
- Yeah.

Sophie?

This has been really hard on her... being
cooped up in this little house for so long.

Sophie, um,
this is Michael.

Um, he's a...

What are you exactly?

Someone Oleg
thought could help.

So, are you going
to help or what?

I'll see what I can do.

This is good.
It's a Persian recipe.

You haven't cooked
for me in a while. Years.

- What is it you want, Michael?
- Listen, Fi.

If I show up at that hotel now
that the conference has started,

I'll set off
every alarm there is.

I need your help. There's a delegate
I need to talk to: Akhom Thabet.

- He's a friend?
- Not exactly.

I saved his life a while
back. He owes me.

You want me to track down an
Egyptian spy, and in return, I get what?

This meal?
Well, it's tasty, but...

You want me to ask my mom
for the car,

I'll ask my mom
for the car.

Asking my mom for anything...

is a lot like getting a favor
from a Russian mob boss...

He'll give you what you want with a
smile, but believe me, you'll pay for it.

- What are you doing, Mom?
- Making a salad.

- I'm gettin' healthy.
- Does the recipe call for cigarette ash?

One mountain a day, Michael.
That's what my yoga teacher said.

Uh, you never leave the house.
Where are you meeting yogis?

I bought a yoga DVD
on the Home Shopping Network.

That's great.

Listen...
I need the car...

The Charger.

Oh, Michael, that's wonderful!

Your father always wanted you to
have something to remember him by.

Oh, I have this
to remember him by.

I remember what fun you two had,
always working on cars in the garage.

Fun?
I remember him...

making me fake a seizure at Mr. Goodwrench
so he could steal spark plugs.

I remember him quitting
every project early...

and handing me a to-do list
to finish the job for him.

And look at you now, Michael.

So many things you can do.
Here, honey.

My father's approach
to machinery...

was similar
to his approach to his family...

If you don't like how something works, keep
banging on it till it does what you want.

If something doesn't fit,
force it.

And above all, make sure
it looks good on the outside.

Spark plugs. Perfect.

Thank you, Melinda.

So, a babysitting gig? What,
are you that hard-up for cash?

Hey, at least
I've got an apartment.

I'm working on that. I've
got a few irons in the fire.

Hey, so this new job, you want some help?
Maybe I could provide a little somethin'.

I already sent Fiona over to
Cara's place. Oh, come on, Mike!

You got a sexy cocktail waitress that
needs protecting, and you send Fiona.

What is she, 80 pounds?
Mike, come on.

Look at that. Guns of steel. If
there's a situation that requires...

showing off your upper body
and boozy flirting, you're my guy.

Oh, that's low. I need you to
have one of your cop buddies...

check on a license plate
and get an address.

Okay. Next time,
I get the girl.

- So I have one teaspoon of ground cumin.
- Ooh, too much cumin.

You cook?
Used to.

I was in chef school when I got
pregnant, but I was failing out.

I was 19... a mess.

And then Sophie
came along.

She saved my life.

All right, his name
is Alvaro Desantos.

That's him there
at the outdoor table.

- Want me to go in with you?
- No, you stay with the car.

- You get a little distracted in bars.
- Fair enough.

Hey, if they have Dos Equis,
just grab me a couple...

Convincing a bully
to back down...

is usually just a matter of
showing you're not afraid of him.

- Can I help you?
- I think so.

Friend of mind, Cara Stagner,
she has a rat problem.

And you come here? Sounds
like she needs an exterminator.

Little late for that.
They're nailed to her door.

I want this to stop.

Take your chances at trial. There
are worse things than going to jail.

Oh, yes? What things?

Of course, some bullies
have guys with .357 Magnums.

Then you change tactics.

There's no need for unpleasantness.
I'm just trying to resolve this situation.

I'm happy you come here.
This situation, as you call it,

is going to be resolved
within the hour.

By the time we finish our
mojitos, this will all be done.

For good.

Go, go, go!

That's gonna go into the mix.

Hello. How did it go?

Desantos has a hit squad on the way.
You need to hold them off. No worries.

I need you to go in the bathroom,
get in the tub and stay down.

- What?
- Be a sweetie.

Do it before someone
starts shooting.

Where's your liquor cabinet?

When faced with a superior
force, you can do two things...

You can retreat quietly or you can
attack with as much fanfare as possible.

Last call, boys!

How many were there?

I don't know, four. They
took off after cocktail hour.

Fi, it looks like Fallujah
down there.

I was half-hoping they'd
stick around for a bit.

Cara's got quite a liquor
cabinet, good for a 10-hour siege.

- Michael.
- You okay?

Can't we just tell them I
won't testify? I don't care.

Once they send guys to kill you, they're
past the "I promise not to tell" stage.

- We need to get 'em out of here.
- Where are we going?

Mike, you know you can't take 'em back
to your apartment. Cara works downstairs.

They're gonna come lookin'.
I know a place.

How long are they
gonna be here?

I'm not sure how long they'll
be here. Maybe a few days.

Why the garage, though? We
have a very nice guest room.

I need to control access points.
Trust me, it's better.

This way, you can have the whole
house. You can do your, uh, yoga.

Ever since your first
background check,

all those letters where you couldn't say
where you were, I never asked questions.

Now I want to know
what you're doing.

They're in danger
and I'm helping them.

Okay? Please, Mom.

Thank you.

Do something for me.

Go see your father's grave.
It would mean a lot to me.

I'll think about it.

Outfitting a safe house
is about two things...

You need to know if someone's
coming, and you need to know...

how the folks you're protecting are
going to get out of there if they do.

And if you can't be on
babysitting duty all the time,

you need to make sure that you
know the minute something's wrong.

A $35 outdoor floodlight has
a decent motion detector on it.

Wire that to a cell phone and
you've got a remote alarm system...

that will call you
if there's trouble.

- Nice.
- It came with the phone.

Mm-hmm. So if anyone
comes in here, you'll know.

And if that goes off,
I'll know too.

So we're supposed to stay in
here... in the garage and do nothing?

Pretty much. It's not so bad as
safe houses go. You got a TV at least.

I once spent three days
in a Riyadh storage facility...

with nothing but a flashlight
and a Arabic celebrity magazine.

Can I call my friends
at least?

No. No outside contact
until this is over.

They're high school students.
You're completely paranoid.

Maybe.
But I'm still breathing.

Now, if you need to run, you can
go safely through that opening.

But don't...
See, don't touch that.

I'll be rigging this so that if anyone comes
through this door, they'll be electrocuted.

I don't want you to
get zapped accidentally.

Whatever. It's a freaking garage.
I'd rather be killed than live here.

Well, those are
your two options.

I'll miss our spring formal.

Is it too much to ask
to go to one dance?

These guys know
where you go to high school.

If they have any brains at all,
they will put the word out there.

You show up,
someone makes a phone call.

You think they're gonna use kids
at my school? Are you serious?

That's what I would do.
I can't believe this.

This is ridiculous.
Sophie!

We are very grateful.
Michael, I am sorry. No, it's fine.

Sophie, you might want to go use the
bathroom. I'm gonna lock down for the night.

Kids.
Yeah.

Thank you, mariposa.
Appreciate it.

Hey, what's happening here?
Bus fare.

- What about your car? I thought you had some wheels.
- Spark plugs.

Spark plugs cost two bucks.
My dad rebuilt the engine.

The ignition system is shot. Plugs won't
fit until I rebuild the system from scratch.

From scratch? Sounds like you
and your pop had a lot in common.

Changing the subject. What
did you find out about Desantos?

I checked around. He's a
distributor for one of the drug cartels.

He's not a major player,
but he's got some firepower.

Any chance we can nudge
the F.B.I. to pick him up?

Your little
F.B.I. surveillance team...

is more interested in your romp at the
convention than doing you favors, F.Y.I.

It sounds like they've been trying to make
a case against Desantos, but nothing sticks.

- You know how these guys are.
- Who's Desantos's lawyer?

Gellman.
Who?

Oh, that's right. You've been running
around the world for the past decade.

Bruce Gellman. He's the
lawyer for the whole drug cartel,

- from Desantos all the way up to el jefe.
- Guess I better meet Gellman.

- What is this? Weapon?
- Nothing you need to worry about.

You know what I worry about?
I worry about my waitress.

How long this takes, Michael,
a week now? I'm working on it.

Things got a little complicated, but I think
I've found someone Desantos will listen to.

I love commuters.

Anybody who drives the same
route to work every day,

it's like they're doing
all the work for you.

And a punctual commuter, a guy who's in
the same place every morning at 8:36 a.m.?

It's almost too easy.

I'm gonna feel really bad if
you don't have a Triple "A" card.

Is this a robbery?

The wallet, keys
are in the car.

Is this the Seven series,
with the leather seats?

- Tempting, but it needs new tires. I'm here on business.
- Business?

I've been calling and calling, trying to make
an appointment, maybe get you on the phone.

Then I thought, "He's a busy man. I'll
just talk to him on his way into work."

- What do you want?
- Alvaro Desantos.

I want to talk to you
about his assault trial.

And my daughter wants a pony. I
don't discuss my clients' business.

A pony. That's funny. Well,
I'll do all the talking then.

I don't know how much attention
you've been paying to your client lately,

but he's been a bad boy.

Witness intimidation,
attempted murder.

You know,
the kind of things...

that could cause problems
for your... other clients.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

No, I read the article, most of it
anyway. Scary guys, drugs, guns.

I miss something? I doubt
el jefe back in Colombia...

wants to risk yet another murder investigation
just so Desantos can avoid a few years in prison.

Have el jefe tell Desantos
to back off.

I want an answer by tomorrow.

I'll meet you here, same time.
Understood?

Oh, I understand.

How'd it go? Gellman gonna talk
to Colombia, make our lives easy?

Hope so. Those two can only
stay in my mom's garage for so long.

- And if he doesn't go for it?
- Then our lives aren't so easy.

There's your man.

Whoa. Been a while. He's
lost a little... a lot of hair.

I tailed him for you.

He's renting a nice Mercedes.

Spends a lot of time in restaurants.
He lives pretty well for a spy.

Hands out bribes mostly... bid
rigging, industrial espionage.

I need you to keep watching him. Let me know
when's the best time to get next to him.

What then?
What then?

Then I'll find out
who's behind this burn...

'Cause I'm just curious
about your plans.

I suppose if you get this
resolved, then you'll leave Miami.

Fi, can we talk
about this later?

Threaten any serious
criminal organization...

and they're going to do
one of two things...

They'll send someone
to make a deal,

or they'll send someone
to make a corpse.

Either way, you've got
something to work with.

Problem with the detonator? I borrowed
this when you went to take a leak.

Gellman's not coming, is he?

- What's going on?
- I don't know nothing.

Come on. Don't be so modest. You hear things
around the water cooler at the office.

I could take the other knee out
if that helps.

They talked to the guys
in Colombia.

They say to kill you all.

Really?

That's not what
I was hoping they'd say.

What?
We have to leave Miami?

You don't have a choice. The
whole cartel is after you now.

- They won't stop until you're dead.
- Well, what about you?

- They don't care about me. I'm just in their way.
- So we just leave? That's it?

Sophie, he's just trying
to help us.

It was bad enough being stuck in here,
but now we're just supposed to leave?

What about my friends?
It's my... It's my senior year.

I have a date
for the dance.

Perimeter's clear. Sam's
out front keeping a lookout.

Can't you do something?

Didn't you say you were better
at tactical whatever than he is?

What? I am.

I'm sure Fi would be happy to
take on the cartel with a lighter...

and whatever's in the liquor
cabinet, but trust me, it's not an option.

You have to go now. Michael,
we don't even have our things.

No, they'll have people
watching your house.

But I need my phone. It has
all my friends' numbers on it.

Maybe I'm not being clear.

You will leave Miami,
you will not contact anyone.

You will start over. They want
Cara and Sophie Stagner dead.

It is our job to turn Cara
and Sophie Stagner into ghosts.

I know how you feel.
Normally, I would agree with you.

Michael would change his identity and
disappear to get out of a parking ticket.

But in this case,
he's right.

It's for the best.

Okay, so where do we go?

I need you to write up a list... places
you have family, vacation spots,

anywhere you've been
in the last 10 years or so.

You can go anywhere
that's not on that list.

Won't they just follow us?

Trust me, they will not know
where you're heading.

Fi, we've got to get over
to Cara's apartment now.

When you go on the run,

the first thing you do is lay down
tracks in the opposite direction.

But that only works if the bad guys
find the trail and believe it's for real...

Which means selling it.

You need to put on a little
show, make them feel clever.

When you make somebody work
to get a piece of information,

they'll believe it that much
more because it's hard to get.

I'm in Cara's apartment.
They see me?

Yeah. Hurry up, Fi.

Michael, you worried about me?

That is sweet.

Sometimes I feel like you're
more of a romantic than you realize.

Fi, there are guys
with guns outside.

It's not that bad. Last week I was
hauling in some dodgy meth dealer.

I don't want to hear
about your other jobs, okay?

If I knew you were going to take
this long, I would have done it myself.

Don't be silly.
You're on their hit list.

Just hurry. Actually, I
was thinking that now...

would be a good time to talk to
you about getting a key to your place.

- Fiona, please.
- What?

I'm just saying it's practical.
I'm not talking about moving in.

I could come over any time and
we could... Okay, here they come.

Get out of there now.

So what do you think?
Key?

Two more coming in
and Desantos.

- I want an answer.
- Fi, just go to the back door and get out of there now.

- Yes or no?
- Fine! Just get out of there.

Fi! Fiona, get out of there!

Goddamn it, Fi,
get out of there!

As far as Desantos and the
Colombians are concerned,

the Stagners are off
to Salt Lake City.

You know, Michael, if I'm gonna be there more,
you really ought to get some proper furniture.

So they think we're going to
Salt Lake City, but we're really...

Going to Buffalo. Tomorrow
morning you're on the first flight.

Airport security is your friend
at a time like this.

- What are we supposed to do in Buffalo?
- Same thing you do here.

There are malls
and... clothing stores.

Such a tough age
just to get up and move.

I joined the military at her age. I left
home with 50 bucks and a change of clothes.

Was someone trying to
chase you down and kill you?

I'll, uh... I'll talk
to you in the morning.

Yeah, Fi?

Your Egyptian just got back
and he has dinner reservations.

I'll be right there.

Approaching a spy
in the middle of a job...

gives you a lot of leverage.

They're playing a delicate game,
and the last thing they want...

is someone coming in and smashing
their delicate game with a brick.

Good to see you, Akhom.

Good to see you, Michael,
my old friend.

- Why, just the other day, I was telling someone...
- Michael.

How you saved my life.

It's good to see you. I'm
in a meeting. Maybe later.

I need a few minutes with him,
guys. You don't mind, do you?

- What do you want?
- I need your help.

Akhom, if it wasn't for me, you'd
be buried somewhere in the desert,

a horror story diplomats tell
one another around the campfire,

but you're not
because I helped you.

I'm grateful. But you're
burned. You're out.

You're still in business,
though.

Wasn't that the vice chair
of the Sudanese delegation?

And what is that?
That is... Oh.

- What do you want?
- Well, for starters, a sip of your drink.

I mean, the taste
is just... Oh.

Oh, and a copy of the Homeland Security
directive that authorized my burn notice.

- I can't.
- Sure, you can.

Because you don't want me
to tell your friends there...

about the jobs you did on
the wrong side of his border.

Maybe he'll forgive you.

Yeah, I need an answer... now.

I also need your valet ticket.

- Michael!
- What happened? Where is she?

She's gone.
The alarm went off and...

How many men were there,
and did you get a look at their car?

What? No, there was nobody.
She snuck out while I was asleep.

It's her spring formal. Sam, I
need you to get to the safe house.

Just let me put on some pants.
Come naked. Just get here now.

Mike, if they find Sophie,
they're gonna...

Hey, I'll find her first.

Sophie.

- Sophie.
- Oh, come on.

Come on.

One night. Why? Why can't you
just leave me alone?

One night, that's all I wanted.
But you have to be a drama queen.

Why can't you just leave me
alone? I don't understand.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- Shop class, where is it?

- Turn the lights back on.
- But they'll find us.

We're not hiding.

You will go out the back door.
You're gonna meet me behind the gym,

and I will find you
in five minutes.

- Seriously, go.
- I can't.

- No arguments. Go. Sophie! Go right now.
- You can't leave me!

I won't let anything
bad happen to you. Go. Go.

Basic rule of bodyguarding: Never
fight with the protectee around,

mostly because if they happen to catch
a stray bullet, you just lost your job.

Sophie?

Sophie?

Sophie, bad guys gone now.
Sophe?

I should have listened to you.
I'm sorry.

Let's go.

I barely had a chance
to go inside.

I didn't even have a chance
to say good-bye to my boyfriend.

Boyfriend? I thought
he was just a date.

He could have been
my boyfriend.

I'll never know now.

I was on this job once
in Dublin.

The whole plan fell apart,
totally compromised.

I only had an hour
to get out of the country.

I couldn't get word back to a key
asset I had developed in the I.R.A.

It was Fiona.
We were involved romantically.

Are you guys still together?

No. But we reconnected later.

Sort of.
Sophie, we should go.

So you're saying that if we're meant to
be together, that we'll find each other?

Sure.

You're really bad at this.
Yeah.

It's just hard, you know?

Leave your whole life behind.

Sometimes it can be.

Yeah.

Can we go now?

Bottom line is, Desantos
knows Cara hasn't left.

Eventually, he'll hunt her down.
We need a more permanent solution.

- It's about time.
- Fi.

Sam, have you talked to
your F.B.I. buddies lately?

Guys, we've been through this,
all right? They're not my buddies.

They're... They're just...
Your keepers?

- Your master?
- That's enough out of you.

They're both by-the-book
suits, right?

Well, yeah, Mike, they're feds.
I mean, come on.

Why?

Modern technology
has made it possible...

to do sophisticated electronic surveillance
with stuff from your local electronics store.

It sounds more fun than it is.

You've come for that drink?
Another time.

This has gone far enough.
We want to make a deal.

Good. Fine. Bring me
the girl, we make a deal.

Just listen to this first.

Who is this?

Uh, yes, Mr. Desantos. Uh, this is
Chuck Finley, attorney for Cara Stagner.

Mr. Finley, hey, I dislike
meetings over the telephone.

Perhaps I could meet with
your client face-to-face.

Well, I just want to tell you that Cara
Stagner is not going to be a problem.

Not a problem?

You see, this confuses me because I
know she made a statement to the police.

Yes, uh, and to the feds.

But, uh,
they turned her away.

She thought they would, uh,
put her in witness protection?

- Well, she doesn't want to die.
- And I don't want to go to jail.

So, this is our dilemma.

How can I convince you?

I want a guarantee.

I have to know that
she's not going to testify,

and the only way I can know
this for sure is, uh...

Let me tell you how we do
this in Colombia, hey?

Faking surveillance video
has come a long way.

It used to be you'd spend days slaving
over a VHS tape with a razor blade.

Now it's a few hours
on a computer.

I don't want to go to jail. To
testify, I want witness protection.

I want a guarantee. Do you
really think you can hide me?

I've heard legit recordings
a hell of a lot worse.

Just add in a little car noise, it'll sound
like a surveillance van across the street.

- Have you talked to the feds yet?
- Mmm, yeah.

They're all over it.

And they're still asking about your
little, um, Developing Nations escapade.

But when they think I'm gonna give
'em somethin' good, they buy me lunch.

Anyway, he was looking for someone he
used to know, like, uh, an old spy buddy.

I mean, between you and me,
I think he's lonely.

I couldn't get more out of him, but I
think he's a six pack away from talkin'.

- So if you guys could spring for a little sauce...
- We're not buying you beer, Sam.

You want to catch him or not?
Oh, got a present for you.

That sure doesn't look like what we asked for.
Where's the list of Westen's known associates?

How about the photos? How about the
inventory of what he's got in that apartment?

No, no. That's much better.
That's Alvaro Desantos. Good stuff.

- Is he involved with Westen?
- Mmm, no.

That's just something I picked up
poking around. Kind of a side project.

The hell you want us
to do with it?

Only what you boys are legally bound to, which
is take it from me, log it and pass it upstairs.

It's gotta be worth at least a
couple thou in reward money, right?

Man, I'm just about
ready for dessert.

I suppose I should thank you
for not blowing out my tires again.

You know, Gellman, you're
a better guy than I thought.

I bet you got your daughter
that pony after all.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Thank you.

Talking your client into
flipping on the big boys.

Assault charge gets kicked,
my witness is off the hook.

Win-win.

I get it. You don't discuss
client business.

Just know I appreciate it.
I really do.

That's for trying to kill me.

He go for it, Mike?
Yeah.

He's gonna be on the phone with whatever F.B.I.
contacts he's got before his tire goes flat.

My guess is he'll have
the tape by lunch.

We'll see how the big boys
in Colombia like that.

A drug cartel is a business.

If killing a witness to protect a
valued employee from jail time...

is the best way to keep
making money, they'll do that.

If it looks like that employee is
testifying to the F.B.I., though,

they're just as happy to leave the witness
alone and take care of the problem another way.

I hear you're thinking about
taking a trip, going out of town.

What?
Who told you that?

I've got some friends
with the F.B.I.

The F.B.I.?

What the...

No! It's not true. No.

Shame... to let them
have all the fun.

I'm just glad it's done.

Do I get to have my key now?

Michael!
You have people here.

Your mother gave it to me.

She's nice.

I went by your house, and Fiona told
me you were here. I hope that's okay.

- That's fine.
- Well, we just wanted to say thank you.

In person.
Also, I could pay you.

You know, when I get my check... Don't worry
about it. Oleg has been more than generous.

But...
No, seriously.

Cool car.
We'll see if it works.

Hey, what do you know?

Your mom said this was
your dad's car.

Sounds like
he was a pretty cool guy.

Not really.
I left home for a reason.

Well, I'm glad that
I didn't have to.

"Beloved" is a bit
of a stretch.

Thanks for the car, Dad.

I think you'd like
how it looks.

We meet here?
You wanted someplace safe.

It's quiet, lots of cover. Two guys in
business suits don't raise any eyebrows.

You should have more meetings
outside, Thabet. Get some color.

You were always good, Michael.
It's a shame you're out.

I'm gonna get back in.

I've enjoyed our friendship.
But...

But don't call you ever again.
I got it.

Michael.

Be careful.

An alphanumeric
tracking code...

and a special access program
code name.

It's not much,
but it's a start.