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 girlfriend...
Should we shoot them?
...an old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI...
You know spies -- a bunch of bitchy little girls.
...family, too... Hey, is that your mom again?
...if you're desperate.... Someone needs your help, Michael.
...and a down-and-out spy you met along the way.
That's how we do it, people.
Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
"Dear Michael, I don't know if this letter will reach you,
"but the thought that it might
"is a small comfort in this place,
"where even the smallest comfort is something.
"It seems likely it will be my home from now on,
"until I'm officially tried.
"They're holding me at Allarod Federal Penitentiary,
"a maximum-security facility for, as they like to say,
"'the worst of the worst.'
"My trial is still some months away,
"but my lawyer tells me that my confession
"makes a legal defense... a challenge.
"I told her not to waste her time.
"The worst part, really,
"is what they make you give up in here.
"It's not just your freedom.
"They take your dignity, your hope...
"so you give up and do as you're told.
"And you know how good I am at doing what I'm told.
"For the most part, I'm just another prisoner.
"I don't expect to make many friends here,
but, then, I've never made friends easily, anyway."
"At least I have a little privacy.
"When I'm not in the yard, at meals, or on work duty,
"I'm housed in a unit for violent offenders...alone.
"It reminds me of the first time
"that I lost you in Ireland.
"I'd see you in my dreams, but I'd wake up...
"and you were still gone.
"The dreams hurt, but they were all that kept me going.
"They did then... and they do now.
Love, Fi."
You all right, brother?
She's close to giving up.
I need to see her, Sam.
She has to know we're trying to get her out.
I'm afraid you can't, Mike. She's too high a risk.
Look, I had to pull strings at Homeland Security just to get that letter.
So seeing her? Forget it.
Now, come on.
Before you wreck a perfectly good table,
you should get talking with your pals at the CIA
and get some help.
I already talked to Pearce. She tried.
No one's touching this.
You know, Mike, uh,
you used to have friends in high places at the Agency.
I know they turned their backs on you
when you got burned, but...
Why would they help me now?
Maybe if you give them a reason to.
There are certain people in life you get stuck with,
whether you love them, they drive you nuts, or both.
They've made you who you are.
For most people, it's a coach or a favorite teacher.
For a spy, it's his training officer.
Michael.
Tom.
How long's it been? Eight years?
Something like that.
Sit, please.
There's no need to pretend for me.
I, um -- good.
You have every reason in the world to hate my guts.
I wasn't exactly great at returning calls when you,
um...well, you know.
It was nothing personal.
There simply wasn't anything I could do to help you.
You can make it up to me now.
I need to see Fiona Glenanne.
This is all about your girlfriend?
Yeah, I heard about that situation.
Trust me -- she's innocent.
Look...just do yourself a favor...
and walk away.
Not with this, I can't. You have to.
Your status at the Agency is not exactly helped
by your association with her.
You are just back in.
Card, I know you've been moved from training to operations,
so if I have to earn some points around here
to make this happen, just give me a job.
You want a job... with me?
You're serious?
Come on.
I will do whatever it takes, Card.
Now, you owe me at least that.
I was your star pupil.
Hell, you're sitting in that chair because of me.
I can't even believe I'm doing this.
Okay.
Fine.
There is...something.
I wasn't gonna do it
because I didn't have an operative in Miami.
I guess I do now.
Michael, let's be real clear about this right up front.
If you screw this up,
there is not going to be any lifeline, no safety net.
It's just going to be you and me
with our asses flapping in the wind.
And exactly how does that sound to you?
That sounds like a risk I'm willing to take.
Burn Notice 6x02 Mixed Messages Original Air Date on June 21, 2012
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We have your table ready, Mr. Card.
John, how are you?
Seems like old times, huh?
If by "old times," you mean running me through
counter-interrogation exercises on one hour of sleep.
Oh, cry me a river, Michael. I wasn't that bad on you.
The old Card never would have treated me
to a five-star meal.
Who said the new Card was?
Whiskey neat.
And an iced tea for my friend.
That is still your drink of choice, yes?
Nothing gets by you, Card -- nothing.
Cheers.
It's funny.
What?
Me being the one to help you see Fiona.
Why? Because you never liked her? I liked her fine.
I didn't like my protégé
sleeping with a foreign arms trader
he met under a cover I.D.
That sort of thing can make your training officer look bad.
You said she would ruin my life.
I was just calling it the way I saw it.
In my defense, I didn't know so many people
would be lining up to ruin your life anyway.
So, what's the job you need me for?
I have spent most of the last year down in Mexico
in a joint CIA-DEA task force
focused on the Zetas Cartel --
1,000 man-hours.
We have exactly squat to show for it.
Where in Mexico?
No need to even pack your bags.
Cartel is trying to establish a foothold in Miami.
We need to shut them down there.
Right now, we are focused on two Mexican nationals.
Ramiro Salazar is the boss.
He's not gonna get my vote for grandfather of the year.
He's not even the real problem.
That title belongs to Rafael Montero.
He's linked to 10 homicides.
He's totally paranoid.
Every time I get somebody close to him,
they wind up dead, chopped up in about a hundred little pieces.
I assume you have a plan.
We caught a break in an operation out of Veracruz,
found out that 2 tons of cocaine are coming into Miami
in the next 48 hours.
We need to figure out where that shipment is landing.
I'm in.
Who is it?
Your mother.
And me, bro.
Nate, what are you doing here?
Well, I guess I could ask you the same question.
Where's Ruth and the baby?
Back in Vegas.
Look, I heard what went down around here.
I figured you could use some support.
I'm gonna be staying for a while.
You don't need to do that.
Look, uh, Michael, the reason that I, uh,
dragged Nate over here is I thought
it would be nice if the two of you talked
about, you know, things.
'Cause God knows you never talk to me.
I just can't do this right now.
I have an assignment that may help me get to see Fiona.
Okay, okay. Not now. I get it.
Mom, just not right now, all right?
Take care, you and Fiona both.
Going to prison is always a possibility for an operative.
When your job involves working outside the law,
sometimes it can't be avoided.
If you find yourself inside,
the first thing to remember is patience.
You have to take your time, figure out who the players are,
and stay out of trouble as long as you can...
because, inevitably, trouble will come to you.
No need to eat off the floor.
Here.
Welcome to Allarod Federal pen.
There's a spot over here if you want it.
You know, I'd think twice before eating that.
D.B. Thinks she's, uh, queen of the cellblock.
She does this to every single new girl.
All right, so, here's the deal.
Every-- everyone's looking at you right now.
And if, uh, you don't eat her little gift,
you're spitting in her face.
She's your enemy.
And if I do?
Then she owns you.
See, I made that mistake when I first got here.
I took her little gift and, you know,
kind of got a little tired
of her telling me what to do all the time.
So she gave me another little gift --
a scar to remember her by.
Thanks for the tip.
I never did care much for apples.
Man, these guys are hardcore.
Is that a problem there, champ?
Because Michael led me to believe
that you had experience with cartels.
Oh, I do. I just don't usually spend my vacation days
going after guys that feed their enemies to alligators.
All right, then, let's get down to business.
You must be Card.
Sam Axe.
I'm sorry -- is that what I think it is?
Yep. Welcome to my least favorite job ever.
Okay, what's with the corpse?
It's part of our cover I.D. with Montero.
You two will approach as DEA agents
Alex Russel and Ben Osborne.
You will tell them that you are skimming Agency funds.
Your boss found out -- you shot him.
Our boss being that dead guy? Yes.
Might seem like a bit much, but without that dead body,
Montero's not gonna buy your story.
Where'd we get the dead guy?
Oh, he's a gunshot victim,
courtesy of the coroner's office.
I'll go get the guy ready.
The idea being you went to gun him down,
and you stumbled across an op that he was running
against the cartels.
We scare Montero into moving his shipment
someplace we can bust it.
All right, listen to me carefully.
You got to have each other's backs.
If Montero even looks at you sideways,
you pull out, you get it?
When you go in, you're gonna be mostly by yourselves.
You'll have each other and this bug.
Click the top of that pen, you're transmitting.
It'll make it through most scans and has a range of 3 miles.
Michael, Michael... please don't break it.
Red tape is brutal at the Agency these days.
I'll guard it with my life.
Thataboy.
What the hell is this?
Surveillance, Miami style.
I mean, you can't park a block away from Diego's
and not get the best cafécitos in town.
What? I figured mojitos were out of the question.
Is Mike's bug live?
No. Doesn't go live till he approaches Montero.
Think Montero's gonna be hard to spot?
Ooh.
Jesse, wait up.
We've got a problem.
I miss something?
The man with Montero knows me.
His name is Gellman. He's a drug lawyer.
I met him on another job.
"Met" as in...
Let's just say he lost one of his clients permanently because of me.
I'm calling this off. Calling it off? Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Mike, he knows you. He doesn't know me.
Just give me the bug. I'll make the approach.
The whole point of this is it's a two-man job.
No, the whole point is this is your one chance to see Fi.
I can't let you do this. Mike...I'm doing this.
Jesse.
Fi's my friend, too. I want to help.
Just get out of here before you get spotted. Come on.
Just go. I got this, man.
Oh, no, what the hell is going on?
You're supposed to be up with Jesse.
Change of plans. Let me see if I've got this straight.
So, you left Jesse up there all by himself.
Do you know how dangerous Montero is?
I would have blown my cover. I didn't have a choice.
Sure you did.
You could have called it off, like you were trained to do,
like you were ordered to do.
What do you think you're doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
Playing tiddledywinks?
I'm going to extract your buddy.
This is over.
We had exactly one chance to get these guys.
Maybe we could have regrouped if you and Porter had aborted,
but you didn't.
So, here's a suggestion.
Here's a suggestion!
Suit up!
No.
At this point, Michael, you're not thinking clearly.
You're distracted.
You're desperate to get your girlfriend out of prison.
But here's the bottom line.
You just put my mission and your pal's life on the line.
Let me tell you something, Card.
You need a win -- badly.
You wouldn't have let me anywhere near this op if you didn't.
Now, you trained me. You know me.
I'm the same operative as I was before.
You let me see this through.
The bug is live. I'm about to go in.
Guys, we got a man wading into deep water out there,
so we got to fish or cut bait, but we got to decide now.
Fine.
Let's go ahead and see if you can still run an op.
Get away, girls.
All right. Okay.
Agent Russel, my client's got nothing to say to you.
And if you want to contact my client,
you're gonna do it through me in the appropriate manner,
through the --
Oh, official channels, all that.
I got it. I respect it. Plug your ears, hmm?
I have access to a DEA safe house
filled with information about an investigation
into your client and his friends in Los Zetas.
Now, I would be willing to arrange for your client
to visit this safe house for a reasonable price.
Stop. Stop right there.
Mr. Montero, as your lawyer, I shouldn't be hearing this,
but I strongly advise you finish your lunch.
Okay.
Anyway, due to circumstances that I'd rather not get into,
I have to torch said safe house within the next --
oh, I don't know -- 12 hours.
You really want to check it out before that happens.
Mm. And how would I repay your kindness?
I'm glad you asked.
If you like what you see, which I know that you will,
you put me on the payroll, hmm?
I'd be, like, your guy in the DEA.
Oh, sorry, I'm not hiring. I got all the guys I need.
Oh.
Well, I suggest that you create a new opening.
You don't walk away, I'll create a big opening.
One push of this,
and you're bloodier than my steak.
Okay. I take it that you're not interested.
I'm gonna keep it moving.
Well, um, your loss.
And when you lose the 2 tons of coke coming up from Veracruz,
don't say I didn't warn you. Adios, amigo.
Wait. What?
What do you think I've been talking about?
Your shipment's about to get busted.
That's what I'm selling here --
a chance for you to save your new franchise in Miami.
Oh.
Hmm?
You're one hell of a salesman. Oh, thank you.
Let's go see this place.
What'd I say?
Look at all this. Do you recognize that guy?
Is it me, or does someone have a secret admirer?
Operation Frostbite?
Yeah, it's the code name for the op.
"Request for SWAT approved for location zebra,
3/16, 1900 hours?" Yep.
That's the code for, "they're about to bust the hell
out of your shipment."
How do they know about this?! Huh?!
Hey. Okay, hey.
Who's in charge of this place?!
Mr. Montero, as I mentioned,
I don't want to get into the details, okay?
Enough games. Okay?
You trying to play me?!
Are you trying to play me?!
If you don't tell me what I want to know,
I'm gonna take this knife and I'm gonna gut you
right here where you stand.
It's my boss. It's my boss's op.
Where is he?!
I was skimming cash. He found out. I -- I...
I-I kind of accidentally discharged my weapon
into his body... four times.
He kind of accidentally shot his boss four times.
I love it!
I stashed the body, I came straight to you, man. Hand to God.
You stashed the body?
Where?
Oh.
? Bunh-buh-dum ?
That's a year's worth of bacon.
Yeah, it's good old Zack -- Zack Simon.
He ran the task force assigned to you guys.
Nice piece of shooting.
Guess I have a knack for it.
Knack for it?
I like you! Yeah.
Get him to move the shipment.
When he doesn't check in, he's gonna be missed.
Okay? Which means you guys got to redirect your shipment,
like, now.
There's actually a spot in Dadeland Cove
that would be perfect.
The local P.D. -- they got a beef with the DEA,
so they don't -- don't let them operate in the area.
Dadeland Cove, huh?
Yeah, safest place in Miami, man.
I'll think about it.
In the meantime, we need to go talk to somebody.
Let's go take a ride. Yeah.
Bingo. Montero took the bait.
Probably taking Jesse
to get the official okay to move the shipment.
Okay, it looks like they're moving.
Let's get this done.
Prison, or any confined institutional environment,
is just about the worst place possible to make an enemy.
The regular schedule means your enemies know where you are
every hour of the day,
while crowded living conditions
mean they can choose the time and place
that is best for an attack.
Usually, the best thing you can do is stay moving,
stay aware, and stay paranoid.
Oh, hey.
Whoa!
Oh, my -- nice reflexes. Sorry.
Remind me to never sneak up on you again.
I thought you were one of them.
Man, I've been seeing them eyeballing you.
D.B. can hold such a grudge.
You know, is there any way to get back to the cellblock
without going through my new fan club?
Yeah. I mean, that's easy. Just go and mouth off to Clyde.
Yard time's almost over,
so before he rounds everybody up,
go bust his chops.
I mean, you're not gonna get lunch,
but it's better than getting your ass beat.
Guard Jones to the east gate.
Off the wall, Glenanne! You know the rules!
Oh, I like it here.
One more chance.
You want to do it that way? Fine by me.
But you're not gonna last long if you're playing those games.
Most survival strategies in prison
don't involve making many friends.
Move! When it's just about staying alive,
you do what you have to.
Okay, where the hell is Montero taking Jesse?
I thought they were meeting the boss.
I'm guessing that place doesn't belong
to the head of a cartel.
We may have caught a break. This could be their stash house.
What are you doing here?
You can't just show up here.
You're right. I could have called.
But I wanted you to say to my face
why you didn't tell me about the DEA's plan
to bust my shipment.
What are you talking about?!
I was at the safe house, cabrón --
the one with my pictures all over the walls,
with the files that the DEA has on the investigation,
the kind of information that I pay you for.
Uh, Mike, this doesn't sound good.
I don't know anything about a bust or a safe house.
And who's this guy?
Are you kidding me?
What the hell is the matter with you?
He's DEA just like you, cabrón.
DEA? This guy?
Oh, that's just beautiful.
Montero's got a DEA agent working for him now.
I've never seen him before in my life!
That's the best you can do, Agent Kemp?
You've never seen me before, seriously?
Don't you see what's going on here?
He didn't tip you about the bust
'cause he's the one that told the DEA about the shipment.
He's been playing you, man.
I swear, Montero! He's lying!
Of course he's gonna say I'm lying.
What's he gonna say -- "I sold you out"? Please.
I've seen better acting in a porn film.
Okay, well, we're gonna have to sort this out,
because one of you is telling the truth...
And the other is eating a bullet.
Mike we don't have a lot of time to get Jesse out of there.
Something tells me Montero's the itchy-finger type.
Card and I will take the front, draw their fire.
You go out back, you get Jesse, wait for my signal.
Montero, think about it.
I told you everything I knew about the joint task force.
I mean, how many operations did I give up, huh?
How many informants?
I gave you their names, where you could find them.
That's why all our undercovers got killed.
When we go in, that son of a bitch is mine.
How else could you take them out?
Makes sense, cabrón.
Why would he turn over all these rats for me
to slice up if he wasn't on our side?
I'm starting to like his story more than yours.
Okay, hold on. Don't do anything stupid.
Stupid? Just listen to me!
Everyone, listen to me, okay?
This is all gonna work itself out.
No need to rush into anything.
Guys, guys, hold on a second.
I think Jesse's making a play.
Can you -- can we point the gun away from my head, please?
Thank you. All right.
Your boy Kemp here gave up some people
that he said were informants.
That does not mean that they were informants.
He gave you some names. So what?
Well, how come we didn't get busted
the whole time I was paying him?
Because he's reeling you in.
Reeling him in how?
You let the small shipments go.
You nail the big ones. That's how deep cover works.
Tell him, Kemp. Montero, he's lying.
Let's just slow down, and we'll talk about this.
Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?
Yeah, okay, let me tell you why he wants you to "slow down."
His cover's been blown.
What are you talking about?!
I'm talking about the DEA extraction team
that's about to barge in here any second, try to save your sorry ass.
Now, when that happens, you'll all know that I've been telling the truth.
But it'll be too late, 'cause we'll all be busted and on our way to prison.
Thank you very much. Montero, there is no DEA team, all right?
I promise. Shh!
I don't see nothing.
Try his radio.
I promise you, you'll hear them coming.
Montero, this is crazy!
Nobody is coming!
I'll get a DEA frequency.
Go get this puto's radio.
Yeah, yeah, go get this puto's radio.
Mike, we're really gonna try and sell that we're here to rescue Kemp?
It might be our only shot to get Jesse out alive.
All personnel proceed with caution.
Assume that the suspects are armed and dangerous. Over.
Roger that. Over.
Be aware, we have one friendly inside.
Do not fire on Agent Kemp.
Oh! Please, Montero!
I don't know who these people are, I swear!
Montero, please! I don't know these people!
Come here.
No, no.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
What, am I gonna shoot a cop?
Come here.
You're gonna signal them that everything's fine.
And then we're just gonna sit here and talk.
Okay?
I've got a visual on Kemp.
I repeat, I have a visual on Agent Kemp.
I got a better idea.
Go out and talk to them yourself!
Agent down! Agent down!
Let's go!
Looks like Jesse pulled it off.
You wanted Kemp? There he is.
I forgot what a pleasure it is working with you.
So, I've been asking around the cellblock,
and the news isn't good.
Word is, standing next to you is a good way to catch a shank.
We'll have to make sure that doesn't happen.
Apparently, D.B. and her crew
are gonna jump you in the laundry room.
But I can get you transferred to the kitchen.
It's way safer,
and they keep the work teams small.
Well, that'll save me a beating while I'm on work duty.
They can still get to me anywhere else.
I need a weapon.
I mean, to take on all three?
Come on, it's not like we have machine guns in here.
Just tell me what you can get, and I'll figure something out.
Creating tools in prison
is about working with what you have.
Some things are simple,
like making a knife by sharpening a toothbrush.
But with a little effort,
it's possible to get more sophisticated.
Tightly rolled magazine pages soaked in salt water
can create a serviceable club.
You can make a prison lighter
by short-circuiting a double-A battery with some wire
and stripping the insulation at the ignition point.
Once you're done, the issue is hiding what you've made.
Glenanne!
Yard time. Let's go.
All the weapons in the world won't help you...
Let's go.
...if they're sitting in the warden's office.
Carrying off a successful attack in prison
or any institutional environment is a challenge.
There are simply more factors to consider
than in a regular fight.
You have to deal with bystanders,
any of whom could decide to jump in on either side.
Open cellblock "D."
Yard time, ladies!
And, of course, if you don't remove the guards,
the fight will be over before it starts.
Let's move! Even if you do everything right,
you'll only have a small window of time.
But, hopefully, that's all you need.
Code Red in tier 3!
There's a Code Red in tier 3!
There's a fire on cellblock "D"!
Fire in cellblock "D"!
Hey! Fire on cellblock "D"!
Get out! Ladies, clear out!
Down the gate!
Behind you!
Fi! Come on!
The most dangerous time in an infiltration
is often when you've completely sold your target
and made your way in.
The reason is that your target
is usually bringing you to his boss,
and upper management tends to be harder to convince.
How could they have found out about Black Rock Cove?
We've been sending our shipments there for months.
Kemp was a DEA plant. That puto sold us out.
Kemp?
You were the one who vouched for that rata.
I know, Don Ramiro.
But I took care of it.
This is our new DEA agent.
Our friend here is gonna help us out.
You got nothing to worry about, sir.
I got you a new place to send your shipment.
It's all good.
He says Dadeland Cove is clear.
DEA can't operate there, right?
Right, yeah. You believe this man?
Don Ramiro, I saw the man that he killed with my own eyes.
Fine.
Go see this raid at Black Rock Cove
with your own eyes.
Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
You want us to go look for a DEA raid?
Yes. That way, we know you're telling the truth.
That way, we know we can move our shipment.
Okay, okay, I'm just saying
it could be a little dangerous.
You know? And if they see me, I'm...
You claim to be a friend.
Show us what a good friend you really are.
Okay, we got to get a whole squad of DEA guys
over to Black Rock Cove right now.
Only there's no time.
All my agents are already set up at Dadeland Cove,
awaiting the real shipment.
Fine. We'll be the team.
Jesse and Montero
just need to see enough to sell that there is a raid --
a few cars, a few guns in the right place.
I like it, Mike. We don't have a lot of time.
Let me deal with that.
Michael! That was some pretty fancy driving.
I'm still not sure that gives us
enough of a head start on Montero and Jesse, though.
Montero's not gonna risk a speeding ticket.
We have five minutes, give or take.
Oh, great.
Five minutes until the guys with guns show up.
No problem.
Convincing someone
that they're looking at an army that's not there
is about the little details --
the barrel of a high-powered rifle,
combined with the bulkiness of a seatback under a plastic tarp
can sell the presence of a team of concealed snipers
ready to supply cover fire.
A heavily loaded vehicle
positioned at a natural choke point
gives the impression of an assault team
ready to storm a target.
And a few well-placed agents with earpieces
look just like spotters set to guide an assault team.
All right, here they come.
Time to put on our best DEA faces.
So, where's this raid, cabrón?
I don't see nobody.
Look, I-I-I told you, man.
These guys aren't gonna just set up out in the open, okay?
So, look harder.
Okay, right there.
Right there.
You see that van by the water?
Look at the guy sitting up front.
See how low he's riding?
That's a comm van, with a strike team in the back.
Hijos de puta... You're right.
Yeah, let me see, let me see.
Bam. Right there, on top of the building -- snipers.
Where?
Ho, ho, ho.
These guys don't mess around, do they?
That's why I shouldn't be here right now.
Okay. Right there by the dock.
You see the guy with the earpiece? Check him out.
That's a lookout.
He's reporting back to the van.
Something tells me the guy behind the wheel is calling the shots here.
No, that puto only thinks he is.
Don Ramiro?
The new guy was telling the truth.
The DEA is here.
It's safe to move the shipment to the new location.
All right. All right, we good?
Yes, we're good.
We're very good. Okay.
Just got to get the guns.
The guns? Hold on. Wait a minute.
What are you talking about?
Salazar wants us to keep the DEA busy
while the shipment comes in.
We're just gonna start shooting at the DEA?! Are you crazy?!
Relax, bro. They're looking the other way.
They'll be dead before they know what hit them.
I say we hit the van first.
Guys, you heard that, right?
Get out of the van now, Michael.
I'm not bailing now.
Montero will know we're listening,
and Jesse's cover will be blown.
It doesn't matter, Michael!
Get out of the van now!
Watch me light these pigs up.
We're not getting Jesse...
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell?!
You're letting him get away!
Forget the driver. The team's in the back.
Their weapons, their explosives!
Oh, yeah.
Whoo!
Burn in hell, hijos de puta!
Whoo!
Unh! You two stay here and pick off these DEA pendejos
when they come back to check on the van.
All right, come on, let's go check on our shipment.
Yeah.
Happy hunting, cabrones!
You made us a lot of money today, cabrón.
Anything to help, man.
Man!
I wish I could have seen those pigs burn myself.
Love a good barbecue.
Yeah.
Yeah, me too.
Oh.
Don Ramiro, yeah, yeah.
We're on our way.
You should have seen the way we shot up the DEA.
Oh, really?
Then explain why our entire shipment --
our entire operation in Miami --
is getting swept up by the DEA as we speak?
I -- I don't understand.
Get back here.
We need to discuss what happened today.
Uh...
the shipment -- the DEA hit the shipment.
I -- I -- I don't understand.
Hey, what's happening?
Don Ramiro just called.
He said that the -- that the DEA hit the shipment.
I told him the DEA is there. I told him I shot them.
There's no one here.
What?! The van! What about the van?!
No one came to check up on it.
Uh...
You, you, you. This was you, huh?! You set me up!
No, no, listen, listen! You set me up!
You pull that trigger, you're dead.
The cartel is gonna kill you for this, and you know it.
Look, putting a bullet in my head
is not gonna change that.
Okay?
I got another business proposition for you.
Listen to me! Just listen to me!
Put the gun down. Come work for us.
Think about it, man. It's your only move.
Maybe my move is I shoot you in the head
and then do my time like a man! Do your time?
W-what, you think Ramiro
is gonna let you just sit in prison?
Why not? I was a good soldier, huh?
Who knows everything about his operation...
who's already been duped by the DEA.
Something tells me that Ramiro is not the kind of guy
that's gonna take the risk of letting you just hang around.
Now, you might be crazy, but you're not stupid.
Put the gun down, come work with us, and you will live.
Hijo de puta!
No, no! Aah! Ugh!
Ugh!
Okay, man.
My Spanish is a little rusty, but I assume that meant "yes."
Like I said, you're one hell of a salesman.
Landed a 2-ton cocaine bust, a dirty DEA agent,
and a cooperating witness.
That's a hell of a plate appearance.
You scored some major points at Langley today.
Does that mean I get to see Fiona?
After today's win, I don't think that's gonna be a problem.
Thanks, Card.
Come back to the office with me, get some yogurt.
Hey, bro, it's me.
Still with the gun?
Man, you're in worse shape than we thought.
Any more word about Fi?
I might be able to see her soon.
That's great. I'm happy for you, man.
I rely appreciate you coming by, Nate,
but you should be home with Ruth and the baby.
Yeah, I should.
But here's the thing. Mike, I can't.
That's actually why I came over.
You know, mom didn't drag me all the way down here
just because you were having problems.
Ruth left me. She took the baby.
That's how come I'm staying with her for a little while.
What happened?
I don't know.
I mean, I -- I tried so hard
to be a good dad and a good husband, you know?
Then one day, she just called it quits, and...
I'm really sorry, Nate.
Me too.
Anyways, I'm gonna get out of your hair, all right?
But, uh, I just wanted to stop by,
see how you were doing.
Hey, Nate.
Yeah?
Why don't you stay?
Thanks.
Make sure you get the bottoms of the pans,
'cause if there's any spots,
you'll be put back on laundry detail.
Yeah, well, I'm working on it.
It's just this water is so damn hot.
I know, it's so boiling.
I think they do that to mess with us.
But it's still the best job you can get,
because it's the most privacy we are ever gonna have.
Oh.
Thanks for getting me the transfer.
Oh, you're welcome. The guard owed me a favor.
Mm.
Well, let me know if there's anything I can do
to pay you back.
Oh, well, just scrub those pans really hard
and make me look good.
Oh, I see, yeah, there's like one spot left there.
Oh. I don't see it.
Unh!
Aaah!
Who sent you to kill me? Was it D.B.? Did she put you up to this?
No! Who sent you?
There was a cellphone under my pillow!
A phone? What the hell are you talking about?
I got a phone call,
and they said they would kill my sister if I didn't kill you --
and if I get close to you to do it somewhere quiet.
Tell me who.
I don't know! But they said they wanted you dead!
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