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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 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.

Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,

you're not going anywhere.

As a field operative, some aspects of life

aren't part of your daily experience.

You may be familiar with the
mountains of Afghanistan

or know how to break down
a .50-caliber machine gun,

but that expertise comes at the
cost of certain normal activities

people take for granted.

Keeping up with sports teams, for example,

or the details of lawn care --

-- or dealing with babies.

You're sure it doesn't
need medical attention?

Its name is Charlie.

And your nephew's fine, bro.

He just needs a little nap.

Oh, by the way, mom --

Thank you so much for the
"welcome home" meat loaf.

It was really --

it was thoroughly cooked.

And, uh, Ruth's going to
be bummed she missed it.

Well, it's not every day
you can get a pedicure.

So, how's Fiona?

Mom told me you guys are living together?

Yes, we are.

It's moving fast.

At this rate, they should be married by 60.

Thanks for the food, mom.

I'm going to go fix the charger.

Michael, is there going
to be an end to this?

'Cause I want my garage back.

Mom?

Could you just support his head?

You know, I mean, his little neck muscles

are not really developed yet.

You may recall

that I've done this a couple of times.

Anything else?

No. That's it.

Hey, you know what I was thinking?

This would be an awesome project for us.

We could finally convert

your ride into a spymobile.

We'd put a smoke-screen button right here

for high-speed pursuits.

You know what happens to
smoke at 60 miles an hour?

It dissipates.

You doing all right, bro?

Nate, why'd you move back to Miami?

See?

Why do you got to be like that?

It's important to me and Ruth

that Charlie grow up around family.

The same Ruth who skipped the

"welcome home" lunch for a pedicure?

Look, you know Vegas isn't the
right kind of place for me.

And since Charlie's been born,

I've been trying to keep my nose clean.

I've been going back to gamblers anonymous.

Good for you.

Yeah. It is good for me.

But I-I was kind of hoping that

you and mom could help me stay straight,

'cause, um, family helps, bro.

You can help with the charger.

Thanks.

It's good to have you home.

I should run.

Yeah? Super-secret spy meeting?

Super-secret. Oh.

Fi, uh, I thought we were
shopping for drapes.

That store sells drapes.

First things first.

I'm buying you a paper shredder.

Paper shredder?

You seem preoccupied lately.

I don't think it's healthy to keep files

on the people who ruined your life.

Vaughn, Carla, management --

They don't deserve a place in
your head or your file cabinet.

I don't think some old
files are the problem, Fi.

Let's get rid of them and see.

That part of your life is over.

Michael?

I think we're being tailed.

Man with the blue shopping bag.

You sure?

Not yet.

I clocked him in the parking
lot and the coffee place.

I don't think it's anything, Michael.

- Let's split up and see.
- Fine.

One of the toughest parts of
adjusting to civilian life after

a major operation is the paranoia.

You can't turn it off.

If a shopper behind you is
carrying a suspicious package

and avoiding eye contact,

they could be there to do you harm.

And if you're right about the threat,

the consequences could be serious.

What do you want?

What do you want?!

Daddy?

Of course, if you're wrong,

the consequences could be serious, as well.

Michael!

I'm sorry. I thought I --

- What are you doing?
- I thought that --

I-I'm sorry. My -- my boyfriend is --

Your boyfriend is a psycho, lady.

Come on, honey.

Post-operation paranoia isn't
something you can control.

It's with you always --

when you're working, when you're relaxing.

Even sleep is no escape.

There's nothing there.

You're dreaming again.

We took care of it.

Okay?

Hey, Mikey, how you doing?

Got you a gift.

- You got me a gift?
- Yeah.

Let me tell you -- you're
a tough guy to shop for.

I mean, what do you get for the
guy who basically has nothing?

Anyway, try that.

A gift certificate for a massage.

Best spa in Miami --

The Mist at the Darabont Hotel.

There's a five-month waiting list,

unless you have an in with the owner.

Sam's new girlfriend.

You have a new girlfriend?

Elsa and I don't use labels, Mike.

Except boy toy. Ha!

She calls me "boy toy." Ha ha.

Anyway, this spa is so relaxing,

they got to bring in a defibrillator to

wake you up when you're done.

Might help you with your little --

You told him, Fi?

That you're obsessing over
the people who burned you

even though they're either dead or in jail?

I might have mentioned it.

We've always known you've
been a little crazy,

but we just don't want
you going crazy-crazy.

Sam, I'm fine.

It's just nightmares.

They're a little more than that.

You attacked a man who was about
to pull a Teddy bear on you.

I told you I spotted him three times.

I couldn't take the risk.

It was a mistake.

I'm fine.

It's Nate.

He's picking me up at
the loft in 15 minutes.

Okay, Mike, get yourself a massage.

Do yourself a favor.

Wow.

So, that went well.

Look, let's not worry about Mike.

He's just Mike.

Not right now, he isn't.

Two weeks living in Miami,

and you're already in trouble.

That's a record even for you.

It's not me.

It's my friend.

Look, bro, I just need a little backup.

Nate, I'm sorry.

I just can't deal with this right now.

Okay. Good.

That's what I'll tell my friend.

I'll say, "oh, I am so sorry
that your life is in danger...

"But it's just really not convenient
for my brother right now."

Whose life is in danger?

Jessica.

I knew her husband for like a million
years in gamblers anonymous.

He died of a heart attack last month.

He left her drowning in debt.

Let me guess --

loan-shark problems.

Yeah.

The dirtbag's name is Carter.

She's in mourning, and the
guy trashed her shop.

She's in fear for her life.

She thinks he's going to kill her.

Tell her to call the cops.

I did.

They filed a report for property damage,

and then they told her,

"call back if it gets serious."

Nate, I don't --

I'm just not up for this right now.

Listen, bro, I know you're
going through some stuff.

But half of you is better
than all of most people.

Come on.

The day after Paul's funeral,

this guy, Carter, showed up.

He told me that my husband
owed him a ton of money.

I didn't even know that Paul
had been gambling again.

He was in the hole over 100 grand, Mike.

And now Carter wants to
squeeze the money out of you?

I gave him everything I could,

but it wasn't enough.

Somehow he found out about my dad's boat.

It's her dad's charter fishing boat.

And, of course, without that,

he's out of work.

Losing it will destroy him,

but it's the only thing that my family owns

that's worth anything.

I don't know what else to do.

Giving Carter the boat
won't solve your problem.

He'll just go after something else.

Which is why we have to
draw a line in the sand.

All right? We get a bat, right?
Couple bats.

Um, actually, no.

- And then --
- No bats.

Just don't give him the boat just yet.

I'll see what I can do.

You guys know I'm broke.

I can't afford to pay you anything,

unless you accept free yogurt.

Deal.

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so, what's our move?

This guy Carter, he hangs out at Jai Alai.

It's down on 37th.

I was thinking we could do some --

After you drop me off,
your move is going home.

What?

You have a 2-month-old baby, Nate.

You shouldn't be hanging
out around loan sharks.

Sam and I will check this guy out.

Gaming facilities provide a
natural habitat for loan sharks

who are always hunting for gamblers

who need a quick buck at a bad rate.

As long as they don't turn on each other,

they're at the top of the food chain.

Mike, I thought we just talked
about you taking some time off.

We did.

But I couldn't very well
tell Nate's friend,

"sorry your life's in danger,

but it's not convenient for me right now."

Well, this is basically the
opposite of a vacation.

I mean, Nate's friend isn't just

dealing with a street hustler here.

Take a look at the guy.

Guy looks like he's made
out of scrap metal --

That's Carter.

He's got a rep for squeezing people

until they're selling plasma.

He's moving up the ranks pretty quick.

The guy's a real pit bull.

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the one holding his leash?

Uh, that's the boss, Wallace.

He owns this place and Jessica's debt.

Suspected in a couple of murders.

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I checked into him, Mike.

These guys are real pros.

Good. You'll be careful.

You got something in mind?

Convince him the boat they want is mixed up

in a police investigation.

If they're as smart as you say you are,

they'll back off and leave Jessica alone.

Nice.

So you want to swap the papers on the boat.

You think one of your cop buddies

can hook us up with a fishing boat

the Miami p.D.'S already investigating?

Mike, what are the chances
you're going to forget all this

and use that spa gift certificate?

Zero.

I'm on it.

Come on, Vega! Quit dogging it!

Hoping to scare off that
loan shark with your shirt?

It's part of the Nate Westen collection.

It won't get into my regular rotation.

I promise.

I should hope not.

Are you sure you want to do this?

A woman's in real trouble.

It's better than me obsessing over...

The other thing.

Well, I'm glad we're on the same page.

I picked up that paper shredder

we didn't get a chance
to buy the other day.

One press of the button,

and your past becomes your past.

All right.

I'll take care of it tonight.

Right now?

Yeah, I have a business meeting.

Have a good day at work, honey.

Making an approach to a
bad guy isn't always

about seeming scary,
intimidating, or even smart.

A certain kind of target
needs to feel superior,

so if getting the job
done means letting them

be the dominant force in the room...

Shop's closed!

Everyone out!

Now!

You step back and let them do exactly that.

You deaf, dumb, or just
looking to get hurt?

I'm looking to get paid, bro.

Yogurt lady's dead husband
owed me money, too.

The name's trey.

Get in line.

She don't give anybody a
nickel till I'm done with her.

You know, she figured you'd say that.

And for a second there, I was nervous.

Two of us trying to collect,
and she's tapped out?

It's like squeezing juice from a stone.

- You mean blood.
- No, no.

Pretty sure it's juice.

So she mentions you've been
hassling her about some boat.

And ding -- I have an idea.

Not interested.

Hey, I know you're a busy man.

I'm just asking for five minutes, okay?

If the yogurt lady's daddy has a boat,

I am exactly the guy you
should be talking to.

I don't like your ugly shirt,

I don't like your smart mouth,

and I don't like you.

I do things my way.

Well, let's do it your way. Okay.

You want to do it your way?

Let's do it your way!

Hand over the boat, yogurt lady!

Don't get me wrong.

I like breaking stuff as
much as the next guy.

But according to the DMV,

that boat belongs to her daddy,

so smashing counters isn't
going to make it yours, is it?

You want to turn it into
nice, untraceable cash?

Then I'm who you want to talk to,

using a little system I like
to call the trey system.

Which is?

I have a buddy.

I used to do this back in Vegas.

I called him the magician.

Forges documents.

I can get us papers that
make that boat yours.

You cash out said boat --

Dollar bills rain from the sky.

You're listening to trey now, aren't you?

All right.

You just earned a date with my boss.

As a spy, you get used to people

having whispered conversations about you.

It's a little like being in high school.

But when people are whispering
about you in algebra,

they're a lot less likely to
try and kill you afterward.

You worked with a crew in Vegas?

Crew? No. Just one buddy.

He's the guy I told you about.

So only one deadbeat back
there knows you're here

sticking your nose where it don't belong.

Chief, it's not like that.

I thought I had an opportunity here.

Hey, what kind of a man would I be

if I let just anybody walk in here

and tell me how to run my business?

Vic, take this guy back.

Work on his manners.

Hey, hey, hey.

You don't like him, you don't like him.

The guy's got a plan.

Hear him out.

I think Carter's got a soft spot for you.

Isn't that sweet.

Nah. He just knows a smart
idea when he sees one.

You've been waiting on this
yogurt lady's boat for what --

a month now?

There's more than one way to
skin a cat's hair off its body.

My guy in Vegas, he can
make title documents appear

out of thin air.

I know that drill.

Too bad I don't like magic.

Do you like money?

Do you like money?

I got watermarks, renewal
notices, state registration.

This guy can even toss in
a fake repair history.

Nah.

Something always splashes back.

They want to sue you.

They repossess the boat.

I don't know who broke
your heart in the past,

but it wasn't me.

These forged documents are so good,

they make real ones look fake.

I just want my money.

Then let's see what he can do.

And nothing's going to splash back.

Once we get our new boat,

I'll take yogurt lady and her daddy
on a trip to the everglades.

They're dead, they can't sue nobody.

Fine.

But if this goes sideways, Vegas,

some gator's going to be making
swamp fertilizer out of you, too.

I know it sounds scary, but
we can still make it work.

I'm in with the loan sharks now.

What difference does that even make?

They're planning on killing Jessica

whether she hands over the boat or not.

I mean, don't worry.

We're not going to let them, um --

Uh, Nate's right.

We're not going to let them kill you.

That's why we're going to do more than

just get you mixed up with
a police investigation.

We're going to make Carter
look like an undercover cop.

His boss is going to have to
remove him from the equation,

you're off the hook,

and Miami has one less
sociopath to worry about.

I like that you're so confident,

but is that even possible?

It's not as crazy as it sounds.

Carter's never been arrested,

he's from out of town,

and he's moving up the ladder pretty fast.

Throw in a police boat

and a service-issue Glock
planted at his place,

he might as well be wearing a badge.

- Right.
- I love this idea.

What can I do?

You're coming with me.

We're going to keep tabs on Carter.

Just keep your head down
for the next few days,

and we'll let you know when
they're gone for good.

You'll be all right.

Okay. Thanks.

Carter's making another collection,

which should give us a
chance to get to his car.

That's pretty small.

This is really going to
lead us to his place?

That's the magic of GPS satellites, Nate.

You need to place it under his wheel well.

Yeah. Okay.

By the way, that shirt looks good on you.

I mean, of course, it
does look better on me,

but it looks pretty good on you.

I'm burning it after this is over.

Harsh.

Well, in any case, this
might be our best chance.

Looks like they're pretty occupied.

Yeah, with barbecuing a
motorcycle dealership.

That's gasoline.

Change of plans.

I'm going inside, see if
I can move this along

and keep Carter from hurting anyone.

You plant the tracker, Nate.

Don't make any mistakes.

We may only get one chance at this.

Next time, it's your skull!

Please, stop.

You destroy my bikes, I
can't get you your money.

That was last week's excuse.

Seems like we're not
getting through to you.

No, please, stop! I'm begging you!

You know, they say there's nothing
worse than burning to death.

I can get your money next week.

Yeah, your skin sizzles
right off your body.

Your lungs sear from the hot air.

You gag from the smell of
your own burning flesh.

Ha!

Hey, there you are.

I been calling you, bro.

What the hell are you doing here?

Why aren't you picking up your phone?

I told you I'd call you.

Now get lost!

What, right after your whole murder
and arson in broad daylight?

You going to call me from jail?

Damn it. Look what you did.

Ohh!

Damn, bro! Little harsh.

Should put a bullet in your head right now.

Only if you don't care about
getting yogurt lady's boat.

My guy called.

The papers are ready.

Fine. Go get them. Set it up.

The sooner this is over,

the sooner I never have to see you again.

Hot bike.

How'd it go?

I've had better jobs.

You plant the tracker?

N-no.

You said you were going to do that, right?

Dude, I'm messing with you, bro.

I put it under the rear wheel well.

God.

You really weren't kidding
about being out of it.

When you're running an official operation,

the mission is over when
your superiors say it is.

Documents are locked away
to a basement vault,

and you walk away.

When you're investigating
events from your own life,

it's harder to turn the page.

Even if you've read a file 10 times,

it might still hold a secret.

Hey.

Nate and I found Carter's
apartment in coconut grove.

It shouldn't be too hard to
sneak in once he's gone.

It should be empty tomorrow morning.

Sam just swapped out the boats up in Boca.

I'm going to take Carter up there,

so you should have a few hours.

Great.

That gives me more time than I
need to hide our little gift.

One cellphone, complete with
call log to the local precinct.

And one body-wire rig.

And a police-issue Glock.

Everything to make Carter
look like an undercover cop

but a box of doughnuts.

It's perfect, Fi.

I see someone's been doing
a little spring shredding.

It feel good?

Look, I know it's hard to
leave your past behind,

but it's for the best.

You'll sleep easier.

Unless I keep you up.

Bad guys, like most people,

aren't big on checking the
details in legal documents,

which makes fine print a
powerful weapon for a spy.

Altering information on
subsection 10 of a title deed

may not be very exciting,

but when that information makes
a loan shark look like a cop,

it can be as deadly as a bullet.

Congratulations.

We're proud owners of the skylark ii.

You weren't kidding.

Your guy's got skills.

I'll pick up the boat this afternoon.

Well, let's go now.

I arranged my day so we could
both drive up to Boca.

Tough luck.

I got things to do.

Stuff that's more important
than getting rich?

Oh, come on.

It'll take two hours.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I see what's happening.

You're trying to cut out the middleman.

Don't look a gift horse in the teeth.

You mean mouth.

No, I think it's teeth.

Point is, you never cut out trey.

I'm not cutting you out.

I'll call you when I have your money.

Look, Trey is not leaving --

I just detailed this car.

I don't want to have to detail it again.

Trey is leaving.

So, how are you going to handle the sale?

Do you got someone who can sell the boat?

What's the timeline thing
for sort of the --

Are you going to advertise
on the worldwide web?

Hey, Mikey, we're in Carter's place now,

planting his little undercover-cop stash.

Aren't you supposed to be with
Carter driving up to Boca?

He had other ideas.

You got a bead on the car?

I'll take a look.

He say anything about where he was headed?

No, he wasn't particularly chatty.

Oh, crap, Mike.

He's heading home.

He's heading right here,

and he's close.

Sam, get out of there now.

What? He's driving here now?

Yeah. I'll buy you as much time as I can.

Plant the stash.

I'm on it.

Stalling someone with a car accident

is about calibrating the
perfect amount of impact.

You don't want to cause a major injury

or create a massive scene.

You just need enough contact

to keep your target from
leaving right away,

and it's all about the timing.

You want to make them -- hit you.

Hey, buddy.

What the hell was that?

You trying to kill me?

You pulled out in front of me.

That was your fault.

Oh, my back.

Oh, I didn't hit you that hard.

Look, there's almost no damage.

Just call it even.

Even? You could have
crushed my spinal cord!

Oh, okay.

Is that the way it's going to be, huh?

You going to extort me?

You want it?

Here, take this.

I'm leaving.

How dare you!

First you run into me.

Now you're trying to buy me off?

Oh, get lost.

No, no.

Oh, no.

Where do you think you're going,

Mr. hit-and-run?

Get lost!

R72a3t -- that's your license plate,

and I am calling the cops.

You're not calling the cops.

I told you to take off,

or I'll give you some real injuries.

Okay, I'm willing to make a deal.

I told you to get lost!

Okay, just give me the cash.

How about that?

You got to at least admit
that you're wrong.

I'm going to make a citizen's arrest.

Okay.

Apartment 22.

Get out of here.

You jerk!

I broke a nail.

The pieces are in place.

There's a service-issue.

40-Cal hidden in Carter's floor,

and they're heading for the boat.

So now you can accuse Carter
of being an undercover cop.

Well, almost.

First, we need Carter to give
his boss the boat, right?

Here we go, Mike.

Radio's playing my favorite song.

Carter's showing off the new
boat to Wallace right now.

The guy's going to need
rotator-cuff surgery the way

he's patting himself on the back.

Thought you and Vegas were
hunting this down together.

Where is he?

I don't know.

That guy caught a lucky
break running into us,

but I'm ready to be done with him.

This thing has a nav system.

Outrigger's a tuna tower.

Pretty sweet, huh?

I told you I should be hunting bigger game.

Let me see those title papers.

Here.

Good as advertised.

You put me in the position to make plays,

I score every time.

Selling this will bring half a mill, easy.

That's how valuable I am.

But let me check out your books.

I'll find you other ways to
turn your accounts into hard,

cold cash.

You did good, Carter.

Now relax.

See, the guy is using the boat
to move up in Wallace's crew --

It's perfect.

Yeah, we got him right where we want him.

What's next?

Well, now we got to bring
in our friend Jesse.

Get him in place.

Mike, he's doing it on his lunch hour,

so we got to make it snappy.

It's time to give Wallace some bad news

about his employee of the month.

Hey, chief, can I get those
papers, you know, from the boat?

Uh, turns out I'm not a fan of Miami,

so if I could get those papers --

No way. That's not the way it works.

We sell the boat. We get you --

No, no, no. I don't want the money.

You can keep the share.

You know, I changed my mind.

I'm going to move back to Vegas.

Wait a minute.

What is going on?

Nothing. It's complicated.

You know what? Forget it.

I'll just go.

Now, let me make it simple for you.

Why are you trying to blow town?

No, no, no, no, no.

I just --

D-don't shoot the guy with
the message, all right?

Your boy Carter set us up.

That fishing boat he found,

it belongs to the Miami p.D.

According to who?

According to the truth.

I saw the photos.

I can't get mixed up with this.

I want to see those photos.

I don't have them with me.

A guy -- he tips me off.

I -- I can't get arrested.

Well, there's worse things
than getting arrested.

Now let's go and see the photos.

You got a cop tipping you off?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This guy Fickas is a clerk.

He sits on the dispatch desk.

When I move to a new place,

I get an insurance policy --

Somebody to keep an eye out for
any trouble coming my way.

Are you kidding me?!

Are you a stupid person?

You brought them to my job?

Are you serious?

It wasn't my idea.

I want to see some photos now.

You -- you told him about the photos?

I'm not even supposed to have these.

Give me those.

Okay -- you need to ease
up -- on the attitude.

Fickas heard our names come up

on the wire at the precinct.

They were talking about this boat.

Yeah, I remember the name skylark ii.

So I did a little, uh --

little poking around on
the drug-bust database.

It turns out that

your boat is from a coke
bust in Broward last year.

I was on this boat yesterday.

I told you that Carter is
mixed up with the cops.

Mixed up with?

No, no, no.

I'd say it's a -- little
more than just that.

You think he's undercover?

Duh.

How long you known this Carter guy?

No way.

There's no way he's a cop.

He's one of my top earners.

That's how it works.

Hundred bucks says you prick his finger,

he's bleeding blue,

okay? You might want to search his place.

I'm going to need those back. Thank you.

Too bad.

They're mine.

Um, he's kind of a --

photography aficionado there.

I'll double your fee.

You let me know if anything
else comes over the wire.

Let's call the boys.

We're going to pay Carter a visit.

That's a good idea.

The millisecond you get back,

I'm going to need those papers,
and I'm going to have --

What are you talking about,

Vegas? You're coming with me.

And you better pray you're right,

because somebody's going
to be eating a bullet.

What the hell?

What are you guys doing here?

How's it going, officer?

Or is it detective?

What are you talking about?

Recognize that boat, pig?

Wallace, I don't know what
you thinks' going on, but --

Shut up!

Tear this place apart!

You did this.

You switched the boats on me.

Oh, yeah. That's a funny one, cop.

You've been after that boat since day one.

I just helped with the phony title.

I promise you, I'm not a cop.

There's nothing to find!

Oh, you're trying to blame me?

That's like the kettle insulting the pot.

I've been a soldier for you, boss.

I -- I've expanded your territory.

I made you money.

I -- I've bled for you.

Looks like you're going to
bleed a little bit more.

Now shut the hell up.

Nothing!

Well, check for hidden
compartments, hollow books.

Check the freezer.

Hey, we better find something, Vegas.

Check behind the toilet,

check under the rug.

I promise you, there's nothing to find!

I'm not a cop!

One of you is lying to me.

Well, it isn't me.

I'm trying to help you.

Check everywhere.

Maybe under the floorboard.

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo --

Shoot a rat in the throat.

You can search everywhere, boss.

It doesn't matter.

There's nothing to find.

Check behind that painting.

One of the most powerful
techniques in a spy's arsenal

is accusing a bad guy of being a good guy.

Your enemy's associates dispatch
their version of justice

faster than any law-enforcement agency,

but they're often more ruthless.

Of course, that's the same reason

that spies live in fear of the day

they accidentally accuse
one of the good guys --

of being a good guy.

Oh, hello.

Gee, I wonder if these kids
know that their daddy's a rat.

I guess they can tell themselves
he died doing his job.

Too bad, piggy.

Weren't fast enough, huh?

Get him out of here.

You do not want to do this.

I'm with the federal
bureau of investigation.

Anything happens to me, you
all get death sentences.

Well, I suggest you get me in handcuffs

before you start yammering on about
putting me in a gas chamber!

Your little fed friends are
never going to see you again!

Please don't do this.

Get him out of here.

I won't forget this.

You did good, Vegas.

When people are whipped
into a murderous frenzy,

standing between them and their
target can get you killed.

To stay in the game,

you have to seem just as
crazy as everyone else.

You son of a bitch!

Please.

You do not want to kill me.

Get back!

I'm going to end this.

You have to come up with a
reason you need to stay close

and the target needs to stay alive.

Well, no.

What are you doing?

You can't kill this bastard
till I ask him some questions.

Excuse me?

I'm in charge!

Now move!

You're in charge, but we're both in danger.

Let me pick his brain before
you blow his head off.

Let me find out what the
feds know about me.

If you were smart, you'd do the same thing.

Fine. I got a spot on Key Biscayne.

I'll take him there, I'll string him up.

I'll tell you what I find out.

You're not the only one who
got stabbed in the back here!

I have every right --

This is my show!

Yeah, it's your show,

but what if the guy coughs up something

about a snitch in your crew

and you want to find out more?

Might be nice to bring a guy

who's got an ear on the pulse of the cops.

Okay, okay, you can come along.

Now get him in the car!

All right, I'm going to call
my guy over at dispatch,

see if he knows anything.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you were right.

Found a stash in the wall at his place.

You mean the floor.

Yeah, that's right -- in the
wall, behind an ugly painting.

Oh, wait, Mike,

are you saying that Carter is
actually an undercover cop?

Scumbag's a fed.

Going to take him up to Key Biscayne,

get the whole story out of him.

Oh, boy. That's not good. This is not good.

Yeah, yeah, you're telling me.

Okay, we need a plan.

You're heading to Key Biscayne --

We'll meet you at the causeway.

We can tail you from there.

All right, sounds good.

Once you stop, we'll go in hard.

No, stay out of sight.

I'll get them running.

You sweep them up.

What'd he say?

Nobody's missing Carter yet.

Now, let's find out what this
pig's last words are going to be.

Hold on.

He had a toolbox in his apartment.

Go get me a pair of pliers and a hammer.

Son of a bitch!

I'm undercover, too.

When the trunk opens, come out swinging.

All right, let's go!

Give me those pliers.

Going to find out what
that son of a bitch knows.

No!

I'm going to handle this.

How?

I'm going to find out!

What the hell?

Which one of you two tied him up?

I'm going to shoot one of you for that!

Go get him!

It takes a combination of factors

to create the fog of war on a battlefield.

But spies know even a single weapon

can be a serious distraction.

It's hard not to look
where someone's firing,

and gunshots are disorienting,

especially at close range.

What the hell?

I'm out of ammo.

You got some?

That's all I got.

What the hell?

Stay quiet.

We're on your side.

Wait a minute.

You're the guy who crashed into me.

No, actually, you crashed into me,

but that doesn't matter now.

Who the hell are you guys?

Look, I know you got questions,

but they're going to have to wait.

It's all good.

I think we should head back.

Not yet.

All right, you check over there,

and I'll check over here.

You got him?

Yeah, he's safe, but he's
not our biggest fan.

Been trying to collect evidence on Wallace

for the past six months, and
we just wrecked his case.

Then let's put it back together.

You get the cavalry heading
over to Wallace's place,

and I'll find what we need to put him away.

Mike, you sure you want to do this?

This whole thing is my fault, Sam,

and I'm going to fix it.

My friend's making a play
to take Wallace down.

You up for giving him a little help?

Whatever it takes.

How the hell did you let him escape?

We're all going to go to prison.

Prison? It's going to be worse than prison.

We tried to murder a fed.

I'm calling my guys.

I got somebody at the port with a boat.

He smuggles me out.

They're not going to
extradite me from Cuba.

Even if you can trust
the rest of your crew,

you're going to live the
rest of your life off

what's in your pocket?

Well, you got a better idea, trey?

I got a guy in Vegas.

He can set us up.

New names, new licenses, new socials.

In 48 hours, he can give us new lives.

All we need is cash.

How much can you get your hands on?

Everything I got is at the office.

Then that's where we need to go right now.

What are you -- insane?

We're not going anywhere near there.

I talked to Fickas.

The cops don't know anything yet.

Carter's on foot.

We've got enough time to grab your cash

and the books on every debt
you have left to collect.

We can do this.

No. The smart move is running,
and I got to be smart.

Listen to me!

I was right about Carter, wasn't I?

You want to live the rest of
your life in a shack in Cuba?

Or shake down high rollers
and fix fights in Vegas?

I mean, from where I'm standing,

it's not even a choice.

We got at least a half an hour.

Fickas texted me.

The judge just signed a search
warrant for this place.

We'll be long gone by then.

Don't leave anything.

Grab it.

Grab it all.

Meet me out back in five minutes.

The cops will be looking for your car,

so we should take mine.

Smart.

We're going to go far, Vegas.

I got a good feeling about this.

Me too.

Hands behind your head!

What the hell?

Wallace, hands behind your head!

Turn around!

Get down on the ground!

Down on the ground!

Down on the ground now!

You said I should wait to

cuff you before talking about

sending you to the gas chamber.

Hate to correct you, boss,

capital punishment in the state
of Florida is lethal injection.

Very thoughtful of Wallace
to box up his files for us.

Any chance he's an undercover cop?

You were pretty convincing, trey.

So were you.

How'd you get the feds to
let you torch that bike?

Ah, sometimes you have
to cause a lot of damage

to avoid hurting people.

Probably sounds crazy.

No, it makes perfect sense.

Still trying to sort out everything
that happened back there,

but if there's one thing
I know for certain --

You saved my life.

Thanks.

It was the least I could do.

And you, drive safe.

Always.

I should have seen it, Sam.

It was way too easy to
make him look like a cop.

Maybe, but you made it right.

Barely.

One bad break out there,
and a good man dies.

Nobody said what we do is easy, Mike.

I know you got to go talk
to Jessica, but come on --

I'll buy you a beer.

He had me terrified for weeks.

Yeah, he was pretty convincing.

But you would have just ended
up in Witness Protection.

Well, in any event,

you're safe now.

Crime ring is gone,

and the feds said you get your money back.

I wish there was more I
could do to thank you,

but this will have to do.

Free yogurt for life, bro.

With unlimited toppings.

I'll just take the yogurt.

Hey, Mike, I need to talk
to you for a minute.

It's not about the charger.

Fi told me that you were having
trouble getting by some stuff.

I don't want a lecture, Nate.

Well, I'm not lecturing you.

Just saying I know a thing
or two about addiction.

So you think I'm addicted to

dealing with the people who burned me?

Look, I told you why I left Vegas.

I didn't tell you when I decided.

Charlie was born 11:42
on a Thursday morning.

You know where I was 11:42?

I was at the horseshoe,

because I was up 700 bucks,

and I couldn't leave the table.

And that was it for me.

That was -- that was rock bottom.

I'm not telling you to stop doing
what you're doing, all right?

Now, no one can make you stop --

Not until you're ready.

And it doesn't look like you're ready.

What do you think I should do, Nate?

I think you should see this through. Right?

I mean, either you're going to
find out that you're crazy,

or maybe this thing with you
getting burned isn't over.

Either way, it's going to hurt.

Michael.

You said you shredded those.

I didn't actually say that.

You said that.

I just didn't correct you.

I'm sorry, Fi.

I just -- I found a thread,

and when I pulled at it -- Michael,

I'm -- worried.

Fi, I'm not losing my mind.

As the CIA was rounding up all
the people who burned me,

I kept thinking all my
questions would be answered.

But look at this.

There are just a lot of inconsistencies.

Just little things --

you know, fuel receipts
and docking papers --

money transfers to nowhere.

I answer one question, another pops up.

You're never going to answer
all the questions, Michael.

There'll always be another thread to pull.

You have to move on.

I know. I will.

I just need to take one more look.

Just one more look, Fi.

Come to bed, Michael.

We'll look at these together tomorrow.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Come to bed.

I'll be right there.

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