(Michael) My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until...
[ Cellphone rings ]
Man: We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
[ Whistles ]
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 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.
Nate, what are you doing here?
I'm gonna be staying for a while.
Rebecca: I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents and cash.
I can tell you the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City
where he's expecting his next drop.
You know where Anson is? How did you find him?
Rebecca.
How can you be sure you're not walking into another trap?
It's your only chance.
Michael: Nate, you're the only one who can get to Anson
before he escapes,
so I want you to get eyes on him,
but do not approach him.
Mike, I got this.
Something doesn't smell right --
Michael Westen says hello.
[ Siren wails ]
I'll be out in a week.
Shut up.
We got him, man.
[ Gunshots ]
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Nate!
Look at me. You're okay. You're okay.
[ Weakly ] I'm sorry.
Hey, Nate!
Nate!
[ Echoing ] Nate!
No, he isn't!
Michael, what's wrong?
Michael: Spies are trained to react immediately
when an operation goes bad.
Every minute that goes by
is another minute your enemy can use
to regroup and get stronger.
But there are times when you have to remember
that denying grief and loss and love can be dangerous, too,
because in the heat of battle,
you have to know what you're fighting for.
God, it's beautiful.
I wasn't sure I'd ever see another sunrise.
[ Inhales deeply ] Thank you for not giving up.
Consider it payback
for the thousand times you never gave up on me.
We should go. Sam will be waiting.
Fi, this could get bad.
I want you to sit this out.
What?
You already went to prison to protect me.
And this...
this won't be easy.
Okay, and...?
Have you ever thought that...
you deserve better than this?
Michael, all I wanted was to be by your side.
I'm not leaving it again.
I've missed you, Fi.
Good.
Let's go find the bastard who killed your brother.
Okay, so I talked to my buddies at the FBI,
and they're turning Atlantic City upside down.
But so far, they got nothing.
At least nothing they're telling you about.
Well, I'm not sure what else to do.
We need to call Rebecca.
She'll know if Anson had any enemies
who could have done this.
What happened to keeping radio silence with her
until hurricane Anson blows over?
If the CIA finds out that we've been working with her,
it's all of our asses.
And if we wait for your buddies, we'll never get anywhere.
Call her.
Okay. No need for the death rays.
[ Dialing ]
I'm gonna call my mom.
[ Ringing ]
Madeline here. Leave a message.
[ Voicemail beeps ]
Hey, ma. It's me again.
I just...
I'm so sorry, ma. I just...
I wish that you would just talk to me about this.
Please.
I don't know what else to say.
I just want to hear from you, okay?
So, please call me.
I love you.
[ Cellphone beeps ] [ Sighs ]
Uh, Michael? I think we have a problem.
What problem?
Rebecca's not answering the bat phone I gave her.
She knows to always answer the bat phone.
Where is she?
Still at my girlfriend's high rise.
But, you know, the tracker's not moving.
Unless, Mike, do you think that --
I think that if someone got to Anson,
they could have easily gotten to her.
I'll call Elsa, tell her we're on our way.
Mr. Axe, we tried to open the door,
but it's chained from the inside.
Javier, this might be a good time for a coffee break.
Will do. Thank you.
Rebecca?! Open the door!
Rebecca?!
What the hell happened here?
What happened?
Rebecca played us, that's what happened. Damn it!
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[ Sighs ]
I think Rebecca found your tracker.
"Nice try, Sam."
What?! I put that freakin' thing in her boot heel.
How the hell did she find it? Because she's good.
She hacked hotel security through the cable line.
She went out the back window to avoid the cameras.
Look at the water damage.
It hasn't rained in days.
Which means she had plenty of time
to get up to Atlantic City and kill Anson and Nate.
Damn! I can't believe I trusted her.
You play with a snake long enough, it'll bite you.
She could be anywhere by now.
Mike, this is all my fault.
I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say.
It's not your fault, Sam.
And we may still have a way of finding her.
Most high-rises
set up their phone systems floor by floor
with switches called IDFs.
They make maintenance easy and help manage call traffic,
but they're also vulnerable.
Splice a line into the switch,
and you can make all the calls you want
and no one will ever know you picked up the phone.
Sam, you think your girlfriend can pull the phone records
of all calls made from this floor
in the past week?
You got it, brother.
I don't care how big you are in Japan!
You grope another one of my employees,
and so help me, I will toss you out
on your skinny-jeaned, rockstar ass!
[ Telephone beeps ]
Hey, baby. [ Chuckles ]
Yikes.
Sorry, I'm just in no mood.
Here.
The phone records you asked for.
Ahh, thanks, sweetie.
Mm.
Now, don't take this wrong, but, uh, you seem a little tense.
Is something going on?
It's nothing. I'm fine.
Elsa?
It's my son.
Evan?
Have a seat. Tell me about it.
What'd he do this time?
Things have been bad since I cut him off.
He started calling again this week, begging for money.
I told him no.
Good for you.
Yeah, well, my housekeeper just called.
Apparently he showed up at the house acting all crazy.
She said he stole my diamond tennis bracelet and ran off.
Uh, how much we talking about here?
$10,000? But it's not about the money.
I just want to know what he's gotten himself into.
Well, uh, I could talk to him, but, um --
Oh, if you could, that would be amazing.
Yeah, I got this thing with Mike I got to do though, and...
Okay. I'll do it -- real fast.
Not that I don't love doing you a solid, Sam.
It's just I told Mike I'd help with the Rebecca thing.
And we will. We get the bracelet,
see what the jackass is up to, and call it a day.
Okay.
So, what's this kid's deal -- this, uh, Evan, is it?
Well, he's your typical rich-kid screw-up, you know?
If he's not partying, he's in the back of a squad car.
He runs with a rough crowd. Which is why I'm here?
Exactly, so get your game face on.
He could be squirrelly.
Come on! Open up!
Evan: Who is it?
Sam Axe.
Oh, yeah.
You're the guy who leeches off my mom, right?
What do you want?
You know what I want! Where's the bracelet?
Hey! Yo! This is breaking and entering!
Go ahead and call the cops.
They probably already know your address.
You heading out of town, Evan?
It's none of your damn business.
Look, I don't have time for this.
You guys gotta bounce. I'm serious! Go!
Yeah, we'd love to. Hey!
But first you're gonna tell us
why you've been lifting $10,000 tennis bracelets
from your ma.
I told you, it's none of your business.
Jesse: Evan, come on, now.
Ow! Ow!
Okay. Okay.
The's this guy, all right --
a guy who's gonna be looking for me.
I owe him money -- a lot of money.
Ah! Geez!
"This guy" got a name?
Morris something.
I know him from the clubs.
A loan shark. Boy, that's just perfect.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
My mom canceled my credit cards.
Here.
Take the bracelet.
Tell my mom I'm sorry, but I gotta jet --
Wait, why do you still have this if you owe the guy money?
It's a long -- [ Tires screech ]
[ Vehicle doors open, close ]
That's him! Th-that's Morris and the guys.
You guys -- you guys have to hide! Hide!
We have to hide?
Yeah, hide! Yeah! Back in there.
Hey, Sam.
Before I forget, thanks for bringing me in on this, man.
Hiding from God knows who in a musty-ass room
is exactly how I like to spend my lunch hour.
Okay, I owe you one.
Now be quiet. I'm trying to hear.
[ Door closes ]
Morris: There's the little son of a bitch.
You can't return my calls?
Evan, are you taking a vacation?
No, man! No, no, no.
[ Chuckling ] It's not like that. Please, let me --
You know, I try to be fair.
I try to be patient.
[ Scoffs ] I'm a decent enough guy.
I asked you to do a simple thing --
put a team together to heist my truck.
Did he just say "heist"?
I heard that you tried to pay Rick and Black Pete
with a tennis bracelet?
Brilliant.
Yeah, technically, they turned me down.
But here's the thing!
No, here's the thing.
You let me down, Evan. You failed me.
And that's just not okay. Now Jimmy's got to get involved.
Evan, meet Jimmy.
No, no, seriously!
You got this all wrong! I got an angle here!
Just hear me out! Just listen!
No, I think I've listened enough.
Damn. We gotta go in.
Evan: I'm gonna get you your truck.
I swear to God!
I got a team together, just like you said.
[ Chuckling ] Yeah?
Where are they? At the "Y"? [ Chuckles ]
No, they're in the den! They're right there in the den.
Right there!
Is this the den? Yeah, I think this is the den.
He just said we're his team. What the hell are we supposed to do with that?
Well, I'll be damned.
Young Evan finally came through in the end.
Get up. Introduce us to your friends.
Now.
Well, it's about time, ladies.
Are we stealing a truck or what?
Who are you?
I'm Eric. That's Chuck. Who are you?
Yeah, hey, what's this job exactly?
I can't wait to hear what the little mastermind
signed us up for, huh?
[ Groans softly ]
Better if I show you. Come on.
We're taking a field trip.
Michael: Hey, Fi.
Fiona: Just got off the phone with Sam.
Sounds like his little errand's taking longer than expected.
You find something?
Look at this -- someone from this floor
made a call to a print shop in Hialeah
at 2:30 in the morning.
Hmm.
Last time I called a print shop at 2:30 in the morning,
it was for fake I.D.s.
You think that Rebecca ordered a set before skipping town?
Worth checking out.
What are we waiting for?
When you're preping equipment
for an unknown tactical situation,
more is better.
You need a range of weaponry of different sizes and calibers
so that you're ready for anything
from close combat to a full-on gun battle.
Most important of all is body armor.
A good lightweight Kevlar vest can be concealed under clothing
and will stop stabbing attacks, slashing attacks,
and almost any round short of a .50-Cal.
It doesn't guarantee you'll survive a surprise attack,
but it's a hell of a lot better than nothing.
I just need to load some beanbag rounds,
and we're good to go.
No.
When we shoot, we shoot to kill.
Music to my ears. [ Zipper clicking ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
All your jobs come with such nice scenery,
or we just get lucky?
The only scenery you need to worry about is over here.
You see that nightclub?
Right next to that nightclub is a big rig,
and you're going to steal that for me.
What's in the truck?
I sold 100 cases of tax-free Dom to the club owners.
That's 200 grand worth of champagne, give or take.
The scumbags stiffed me on the payment.
And I hate to look like a schmuck, so I want it back.
Oh, one other thing you should know.
They've got a few of Miami's finest on the payroll.
Which is why you want us to get it
instead of your goon squad.
I don't know, man.
8-foot fence, guys out front, security cameras.
I'm -- I'm not loving this.
That's too bad, because if you don't do this,
Jimmy's gonna get the crowbar out again.
This time, it's gonna be a big mess.
[ Claps hands ]
Okay.
I can distract the hardasses out front
so you guys can sneak onto the lot,
but figuring out a way to get past those security cameras
is gonna take some time.
Time we should be spending helping Mike.
Hey, kid. Tell me something.
Why did Morris hire you for this job anyway?
What do you mean?
What I mean is why trust a numbskull
to steal 200 grand worth of merchandise?
Doesn't make sense.
Okay.
When my mom cut me off,
I couldn't afford my car anymore.
So I kind of got good at hot-wiring other cars.
Like, really good.
Now I'm kind of known for it around South Beach.
So add "master car thief" to the résumé.
Your ma would be so proud.
I always bring 'em back!
Oh, so that makes it all good?! You are such a jackass!
Hey, man! How about you bring the rage down, like, two notches?
Guys! Guys! Guys!
Am I mistaken, or do we have an hour to get this truck?
Can we cut the crap?!
Now put on your thinking caps and help me figure this our9
Fiona: So this where an assassin on-the-go
shops for a fake passport.
Quaint.
Oh, God. I have missed that sound.
Shall we?
Wait, Fi. Look at the windows.
The place is like a steel cage.
Well, you know, I think I have some C-4 in here somewhere.
Voilà.
Fi, we need to get in quietly.
If Rebecca hasn't picked up the I.D.s yet,
she could be close by.
Or she could be 10,000 miles away by now.
We're playing catch-up as it is.
There's no time for half-measures, Michael.
Then we better move now.
Michael: Help! I need some help here!
[ Fi groans ]
It's okay, honey.
Can you help us, please?!
Can't you read? We're closed.
I'm sorry. My cellphone died.
My wife is sick. Can I use your phone?
I'll call the ambulance. Y'all just stay right there.
Honey, my blood sugar.
She's diabetic! She's going into hypoglycemic shock!
The ambulance will never make it here on time!
Please, she needs to eat some--
honey, it's gonna be all right! He has doughnuts!
You have doughnuts!
It's okay, honey! You're gonna be all right!
Can we have one of your doughnuts, please?!
I don't open this door for nobody.
Sorry, no exceptions.
[ Groans ]
What are you talking -- I'll give you $10.
$20?
You know, um, Mercy Hospital's, like, nine miles from here.
Look, I've got $50!
That's all I got for a lousy jelly doughnut!
Mister, you got yourself a deal.
Great.
It's okay, honey. This kind man's gonna help us.
[ Groaning ]
Aah!
Suddenly, I'm feeling much better.
Fiona: Oh, look who we have here.
Everything but a library card.
When's the last time you saw this woman?
A couple days ago.
She said she wanted the deluxe package.
I-I told her it'd take a week.
You're gonna call her and tell her you finished early,
then you're canceling the rest of your appointments today.
Hold on!
I can't just cancel on my -- my clients last minute!
I work for dangerous people -- people with guns.
Oh, well, we have guns, too.
And we're a lot more dangerous than your clients.
I promise.
You may not be a diabetic, but you are one sick lady.
You gonna make the phone calls or not?
Give me the damn phone.
[ Engine shuts off ]
Not bad, right? Got it at the mall.
Some dickhead illegally parked in a handicap space.
It's like, who does that?
Yeah, you're a real defender of the community.
The hell, man?
Hey! Hey!
This is about to happen, gentlemen, okay?
I'm gonna go distract the pissed-off club owners.
You two better play nice and get this done. I'm serious.
Don't sweat it.
We'll work together like Butch and Sundance.
Right, kid? Who's that?
In one minute, the power to those cameras goes out.
You two are doing a 100-yard dash.
Stretch out those hammies.
[ Engine turns over ] So now we wait.
Yep.
Hey, kid. Let me ask you something.
Why you always giving your ma hell?
Oh, you wouldn't understand.
Try me.
Well, when my dad died, she -- she just became all obsessed
about me taking over the family business.
She made me work at the hotel, sent me to Yale.
You went to Yale?
I didn't say I finished.
You know, she's just -- she kept pushing me
to be this guy in a suit, and I'm not my dad.
You know, I work better with my hands --
like on cars, you know?
I don't know.
That's just never good enough for her.
See? I knew you wouldn't get it. Never mind.
You might be surprised, kid.
Okay, game time.
Jesse should be doing his thing...
Right about...
now.
[ Tires screech ]
Yep! That's our cue.
Jesse: Whoa!
Ah. Ah.
Whoa!
Hey!
Whoa! Whoa!
Who's the comedian? Was it you, chuckles? You know what?
We'll see who's laughing when you're doing a nickel in Starke Prison.
How about that, fancy britches?!
What the hell's going on out here?
I take it you're the boss of this place?
Yeah. Now tell me what's going on! I'll tell you exactly what's going on!
I'm driving by, minding my own business.
One of your knuckleheads from the peanut gallery over here threw a rock at my car!
It startled me!
I swerved, I lost control, and I slammed into that thing!
Yo, that's crazy!
This dude was driving like a maniac, K.C.
Oh, you're gonna blame the victim!
You're a liar, sir! You're a liar!
Hey, hey, hey. Watch your tone, bro.
I suggest you go back to your car and call a tow truck.
Listen, I am not going anywhere and waiting for anything
until somebody fesses up.
I will have the cops fingerprint every rock on this street.
Look, man --
Every rock on this street!
Sam: Come on, kid. Let's go. Let's go.
Evan: Dude, I'm trying to focus here.
[ Electricity crackles ]
Ah. Like I said, it's a gift.
Shut up and drive.
[ Engine revs ]
Hey! Hey!
I'm calling 911 right --
Enough, all right?!
Now get the hell out of here
while having a busted ride is still your biggest problem.
You feel me?
Let me explain something to you.
Okay, fine. Yeah, I'm leaving. This is not over.
Man: Hey, K.C.!
K.C.! K.C.! They jacked the truck!
Some dudes jacked the truck!
What?!
[ Electricity crackles ]
Oh, hell no!
That dude's with them! He's with them!
[ Gunfire ]
[ Tires screech ]
Would you relax? You're freaking me out.
Jesse should be here by now.
Well, I'm sure he's fine.
He's probably just stuck in traffic.
[ Engine sputtering ]
Okay, what the hell was that?!
Those club guys just lit me up with MAC-10s!
They did that over some stolen champagne?!
No.
You don't hose a guy down in broad daylight
because you lost a few cases of bubbly.
So why'd they go all wild west?
We're about to find out.
Okay.
You got to be kidding me.
Whoa, that's not champagne.
We got pill presses, beakers,
toxic chemicals by the barrel.
No champagne!
This is an MDMA Lab on wheels.
That's just great.
We just stole everything you need
to make 4 or 5 million bucks' worth of Ecstasy!
You jackass!
I can't believe we let you drag us into this!
Hey! I warned you to lay off me!
Or what? You're gonna throw a punch?
Go for it, 'cause you'll probably screw it up,
just like everything else.
Jesse: Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Break it up! Break it up! Enough!
You think Morris is gonna let us just walk away from this,
you idiots?
Uh-oh. I think he's here.
Here he comes.
Sam: With a boat load of his guys to mop us up.
Kid, you're driving.
Sam, I'm staying back here. Give me a phone. I need a phone.
Come on! Go! Go! Go! Go!
The tough thing about setting up an ambush
in a place of business is that it only works
if the business is still running.
Usually, that means getting the cooperation
of some very unhappy business owner,
setting your team up someplace out of sight,
and waiting for the target to arrive.
You thinking about your brother?
My mom still hasn't called me back
since I told her he was dead.
She blames me for what happened, and she's right.
It's not your fault, Michael.
I still can't believe he's gone.
Listen to me.
Rebecca could be here any minute.
And Nate would want us to give her a proper welcome.
When she comes, you promise me you let me handle her.
Don't start that. I don't want anything to happen to you.
Promise me.
Guys, we got a problem.
[ Doorbell buzzes ] Who's that?
It's Bobby. He's a client.
I thought we told you to cancel all your appointments!
I warned you!
I called him.
He must not have checked his voicemail.
Get rid of him...now.
Hey, Bobby. I can't see you today.
Um...something came up.
What the hell you talking about?
Your order ain't ready.
So, um, you know, just go away,
and let -- let me do my work.
I'm serious. Just come back tomorrow.
Hey, hey! I got a bail bondsman on my ass!
I need that new driver's license now!
I ain't leaving without it!
Now open the damn door, Warrick!
Bobby, you just walked into a bad situation.
You want to walk out of it, you come back tomorrow.
That supposed to be a threat, Dixie cup?
No, this is. Leave.
Whoa. Whoa, man.
Okay, man. All right. Don't shoot, all right?
Put your hands down!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I'll go!
Fiona: Michael, that's her!
All right! Damn it!
The first and most important decision
when you're pursuing a target
is whether your goal is to capture or to kill.
Of course, just because you've decided
you don't want a chase to end in bloodshed
doesn't mean your target feels the same way.
[ Gunshot ]
Once someone uses force, the game changes entirely.
When you know peaceful capture isn't an option,
you have to take the target down immediately.
[ Engine revs ]
And if you miss the chance...
...you may not get another one.
In any tactical situation
where you're outnumbered and outgunned,
it's essential not to let fear or panic
push you into making the first move.
In combat, the defender usually has the advantage,
although that can be hard to remember
when you have a dozen men with high-caliber weapons
on your tail.
Okay, kid. Get ready. They're about to make a move.
I hate this, like, so much.
Okay, here they come.
Right! Right! Right! Oh, God!
Left! Left! Left!
No! No! I can't take this anymore, man!
Keep your eyes on the road! No, we got to pull over!
You stop this truck, I'll shoot you myself! Please, man! We have the stuff.
Maybe we can negotiate with them.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Th-that's him! That's Morris.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yo! This is really messed up!
Kiddo, seems like you're taking a bad situation
and making it worse.
We looked in the back. We know.
That I'm growing my business in new and exciting ways?
That's okay.
I know you can keep your mouth shut.
All I want is my truck back.
Give it back to me, and I'll let you walk.
How do I know you're not just gonna kill us?
[ Chuckling ] Kill you?
If I wanted to kill you, we'd be shooting at you right now.
Yeah, hey, this is Chuck.
I think I know why you're not shooting.
You don't want to hit that shiny new drug lab of yours.
Well, you're half-right.
All I want is my truck back in one piece.
Now, just be reasonable.
There's a turn-off about a mile up the road.
No, see, I want to meet you in a very public place,
if that's okay with you.
Someplace we can take a nice group photo
and send it to all of our friends
so you don't get the idea to kill us all later.
Give me back my truck right now,
or I will cut out your livers
and stuff them down your throat!
So much for negotiating.
What now?
I'm gonna see if Jesse can give us some breathing room.
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yeah, what's the latest, man?
Yeah, hey, tried to talk to Morris,
but that's not gonna fly.
You got anything back there you can use
to get this guy off our ass?
Um... got some road flares,
I have some, uh, hydrogen bromide, and...
Hello.
Got a whole bunch of diethyl ether.
Nice. Can you whip something up?
Yeah, just make sure the kid keeps the truck steady,
or we're gonna be the ones that go boom.
You got it.
There's a reason bomb makers
are fussy about their work spaces.
When a stray spark or dropped beaker
could end more than just your career,
you take every precaution
to operate in a safe, stable environment.
Of course, when you're in the field,
you don't always get what you want.
So if you need to build improvised explosives
in the back of a moving truck,
you keep your head down, you stay focused,
and you pray that nothing blows up
before it's supposed to.
[ Exhales deeply ]
What the hell is he doing?
[ Tires screech ]
Back off, you moron!
I think they're giving up!
Hell yeah! We did it! We did it!
No, kid. We did not do it.
They're just pulling back to regroup.
So -- so that was all that was just, like, a stall play?
Why -- why did we even bother?
Because now we have [ Cellphone beeps ] time to call in reinforcements.
Michael: Hey, Sam.
Yeah, Mike, it's me.
Uh, listen. This is little awkward.
Remember when I said I didn't need you to help
on that thing with Elsa's son?
Yeah. You changed your mind?
That would be a yes.
I got a truck full of drugs
and some angry guys with guns in the rearview.
We're on it. Where are you?
Uh, we're about 20 minutes out of town.
I'm thinking you could set up on Pelican Road?
You got it.
Give me your gun.
But you could hit the chemicals in the la--
I pay you to talk or to do what I say?!
You're the boss.
Sam, look!
Whoa, he's shootin'!
Sam?!
He's shootin' at us!
You said he wouldn't shoot at us!
Son of a bitch.
Yeah, scratch that, Mike.
We're not gonna make it back to Miami.
We need a new plan.
And we need it fast.
We're pushing E man.
Mike, we got about 15 miles left on this tank,
then we gotta deal with 10 angry guys with guns.
Michael: Sam, what exactly are they doing?
Are they approaching at all? Are they firing?
No, they're hanging back like a couple of sharks.
But that's gonna change the second they see us pull over.
Where are you?
We're coming up Route 5, near Tobias State Park.
The club owners you stole the truck from,
you said they work with dirty cops? Well, yeah. Why?
Because you're gonna need more backup than Fi and I can give you.
Mike, those club guys are armed to the teeth,
and they're mad as hell.
Well, that's what I'll be counting on.
Go to the old cement plant outside Doral.
Okay, and...
Try to hold Morris off until all of us get there.
We'll do the best we can, Mike, but you might want to hurry.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Here. Take this.
Fi, I need to convince them I'm a cop.
Cops don't carry machine pistols.
Michael, there's no way I can cover you from here.
If I don't sell this,
a machine pistol's not gonna save me.
All right. Have it your way.
Fi, remember.
Sam will be running for the road near the woods.
I'll be there.
Go have fun. [ Sighs ]
What do you want?
I need a word with your boss.
He's busy.
Too busy for his new best friend in the Miami P.D.?
Trust me, he'll need to hear what I have to say.
Wait here.
I'm waiting.
Yo, you Five-o?
Well, if you got a problem, call Alvarez.
Alvarez kicks back up to me,
just like the rest of your pocket cops.
Who are you?
I'm Internal Affairs. My name is not important.
Yeah, well, it's all the same.
I'm gonna need to see your badge. I need you to shut up and listen to me!
[ Chuckling ] Man, are you crazy or something?
No, you're the one who's crazy!
You're the one standing around
after letting your truck get stolen
from your parking lot!
You know, the one with the Ecstasy lab inside?
How do you know about that?
It is my business to know,
and if this gets out, we all go down.
Relax, y'all.
Now there's a report of a runaway truck in Doral.
My guys tracked it down.
You need to get your guys over there and clean it.
Hey, ain't that what I pay you pigs for -- to clean up messes?
No, you pay us to leave you alone.
Now if you don't take care of this right now,
you're gonna have every badge in Miami banging on your door!
Now let's get on this!
Y'all heard the man.
Mount up! Let's go.
[ Sighs ]
Oh, my God. Okay.
Where are they?
Just focus on the ether, kid.
Jimmy, the trees. Go.
They're coming, Sammy.
We can do this all day, Morris!
[ Quietly ] We cannot do this all day.
How are we doing on flares?
Running low. How about bullets?
Even lower.
It's time to start thinking about what happens
if Mike doesn't show up.
Give me a gun.
I'm serious.
What?
This is on me.
My screw-ups got us into this mess.
So I'll hold 'em off. You guys run.
You guys don't deserve to die.
Please.
You're gonna get your ass shot off in about two seconds.
But for what it's worth? Thanks.
Oh, thank God. It's Mike. He's almost here.
Okay, back to plan "A."
You ready to do this? Do we have a choice?
Okay, look. I'll do the talking.
You just gotta put one foot in front of the other.
Give me your lighter.
Here goes nothing.
Hey, Morris!
We want to talk! So talk!
Look, you can have the truck!
We just want to walk away!
Get ready to waste 'em, boys.
Okay, Chuck. Go ahead.
Yeah, but, uh...
the thing is, uh, we got a whole lot of ether here.
So you shoot me, this drops on the ground
and they find pieces of your truck in Orlando!
All right, boys. Put your weapons down.
Okay! Beat it!
Hey! Guns down! Guns down!
Okay, guys.
Maybe a little -- a little faster would be kind of good.
They'll be coming soon. Let's move.
They won't get far in that brush.
Jimmy, grab a few guys and go hunt 'em down.
Burn the bodies.
Don't worry, boss. We got 'em! Let's go!
There they are!
Damn it. Come on.
Morris: Make sure there's no spill.
There it is. ...boxes over here,
and that's while you guys do something,
for God's sakes, other than staring at me.
Morris? Oh, hell no.
Go settle your business,
do it quick, and don't make a big scene.
Then we're all good?
You wrap this up clean, it'll be like it never happened.
Make sure everything's in order!
I want this truck in my warehouse in an hour!
Am I speaking English?! Let's move!
Hey, Morris!
K.C.! I know this looks bad.
Yeah, because it looks to me like you stole my truck!
Are we really gonna do battle?
Well, it wouldn't be much of a battle.
I count seven guys on your side with guns in their hands.
I'm rolling 13 deep with MAC-10s.
So how do you propose we -- You shut your damn mouth.
All right. Everybody else, listen up.
You can put down your guns down now, just walk away,
or you can hang out here and get what's coming to Mr. Morris.
[ Chuckles ]
Either way, you got five seconds.
[ Guns cock ]
5...
4...
Shoot him! Shoot him, damn it!
3...
What are you doing?!
What are you morons doing?!
Don't you walk away!
[ Gunfire ]
What the hell was that?
We got to get back! Go!
Who do you think that was? Guess.
Come on, kid. Our ride's waiting.
We got to get you home.
Relax. You're freaking me out.
It's just, you know, it's been -- been so long.
I don't know what to say to her, man.
Well, look at it this way.
You've already been shot at today,
so how much worse can this be?
Are you kidding me?!
A truck full of drugs?!
What the hell did you get yourself into this time?!
Now, there's plenty of time to go over that.
Now, baby, I know you've got things to get off your chest,
and so does Evan, but, uh...first things first.
I'm sorry, ma.
I don't even know what to say.
Well, that's funny, 'cause neither did he.
That's why I brought this.
Meet my friend -- el Ojo del Diablo.
I met him when I was chasing Noriega around Panama.
Now, they have a tradition in the villages down there.
When there's a fight,
both sides lock themselves in a room,
and they drink this until they're bonkers.
It helps them move right past their differences.
So you two are gonna spend some quality time together.
And nobody is leaving until every drop is gone.
Understood?
Great! Salud!
Ohh.
You're welcome! Ahh!
Ohh.
[ Cellphone rings ]
It's my mom.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Hey, mom. We stopped by the house.
We brought you some food, but you were out.
So we left it in the fridge.
Madeline: Thank you, Michael.
Are you okay?
Uh, I think we should talk.
Uh, I'll see you tomorrow, all right?
[ Click ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
She just needs some time, Michael.
Fi.
[ Woman sighs ]
I hope you're not gonna ask me to raise my hands.
What the hell are you doing here?
Besides bleeding out on your floor?
I'm here to tell you that I give up.
You think it's that simple?!
You just killed my brother, and --
I didn't kill your brother, Michael.
Really? Who did?
I don't know.
I didn't trust the CIA to leave me alone.
I know it looks bad, but I just wanted to disappear.
Disappear?
Disappear before you killed Anson?!
Aah!
[ Groans ]
I wanted to kill him more than anybody on the planet,
but I didn't.
Convince me.
I was still in Florida when he died.
I can tell you every restaurant I ate in, ATM I used,
and security camera that would have caught me on tape.
You could have hired someone to pull the trigger for you.
You think I'd hire some random hitter to kill Anson?
I just wanted to find my brother
and live the rest of my life in peace.
You're not buying this, are you, Michael?
You don't have to believe me.
Shoot me if you want. But I'm not gonna run from you.
We're either good or we're not.
You decide.
Go.
[ Breathing heavily ]
And, uh...
I am sorry for your loss.
I hope you find the son of a bitch who pulled the trigger.
Michael, it's time.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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