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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,

Mysterious trips
around the world with Max.

I mean, he's, what,
your keeper or whatever?

He's my agency contact.

You've been putting up
some W's lately.

The right people are starting
to take notice.

Michael Westen, soon-to-be
reinstated agent of the CIA.

How does that sound?

That sounds great, Max.
Thanks for everything.

Max!

Stay with me.
Stay with me, Max.

Max.

Fi, someone shot Max,
the police are on the way,

and I think I'm holding
the murder weapon.

I covered my tracks...

...So I covered the tracks
of the killer.

Michael, we have to do something
about that gun.

And we need to get an alibi
for you, like, right now.

Let's go to work.

As a spy,

you're in the information
business --

stealing it, protecting it,

and, if you have to,
destroying it.

Some secrets are so dangerous

that you can't allow them
to continue to exist.

A murder weapon
that implicates you

in a crime you didn't commit,
for example,

is a secret best kept

with 4,000 degrees
of burning thermite.

Hey. Got here
as soon as I could.

How'd it go?
Okay.

I put together
some credit-card receipts

putting everyone in Key West
yesterday on a little vacation.

Key West?
Hey.

You want an alibi on such short notice,
you don't get to be picky.

You guys
are melting down a gun.

I don't have
much choice.

Whoever did this knew exactly
what they were doing.

They managed to put a murder weapon
in Michael's hands and get away clean.

I just want to put this out there.
If we go to the cops now --

No. It's not gonna fly.
I talked to the cops.

The CIA has taken over
the scene.

They got a case officer
down here now.

And she wants me in
for a chat.

Oh. Great. Perfect.

And you have no idea
who killed Max?

None. Could be an enemy
of Max's

who wants a burned spy
for a fall guy

or an enemy of mine looking
to keep me out of the game.

What about the people
who burned you?

You said you had doubts
about that investigation.

Anything's possible, but I'm not
gonna be able to find out

if I'm in jail
for first-degree murder.

- We have to get rid of the gun.
- Are you sure about this?

Once you start a cover-up,
there's no going back.

It's already started.
I trashed the key logs

at the murder scene
and wiped the place down.

The only thing
that's gonna save me

is finding
the real killer.

This train's rolling,
brother.

The only question
is whether you get on board.

Hell yeah.
I'm on board. Yeah.

You must be
Michael Westen.

I'm Agent Pearce.
Thanks for coming.

No place I'd rather be.

Max was...

A friend? I know.

I'd, uh, offer
my condolences,

but I'm much better at catching
bad guys than shedding tears.

We'll find
whoever did this.

What can I do?

Let me walk you
through the scene.

You be the killer.

We found two bullets
out in the hallway,

so if you're the killer,
you fire on Max out there, miss,

then chase him in here.

Blood spatter
says Max was...

Where I'm standing.

You bust in,
put two shots in his back.

He bleeds out here.

Now Max is dead.
What do you do?

Run to the exit.

I think you head
for the key log.

So, you rip the hard drive
out of the wall.

Now there's no record
of your entry.

But how do you
get out clean?

Elevator.

No trace. Try again.

I hope you're not asking me
to jump.

Oh, you're the killer
in this little exercise.

Is that how you escaped?

Not unless I could fly.

We found rope fibers, and I got
friction marks right here.

The killer rappelled down.
Probably had help.

How are your
climbing skills?

Not bad. Why?

Am I a suspect?

To be honest,

when I heard a burned spy
was mixed up with Max,

my first instinct was to fit you
for a head bag.

I appreciate
your restraint.

Well, you did show up today.

And as your new
agency contact,

a head bag wouldn't have started
us off on the right foot.

You're Max's replacement?

We worked on some operations
together.

I have some
investigations experience.

I asked
for this assignment.

Max was one
of the good guys.

I want to find out who did this
just as much as you do.

I'd love to have you
on the team.

You should know this
about me, though --

I've got a pit bull at home,

and I learned how to run
an investigation from her.

She sinks her teeth in,
she doesn't let go.

Ever.

She sounds like a nice dog.

She can be.

But she is a very,
very determined bitch

when she wants something.

I need to know
I can count on you.

I'm your man.

I was hoping you'd say that,
Michael.

Burn Notice 5x05
Square One
Original Air Date on July 21, 2011

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I don't get it.
You're joining the CIA manhunt?

Did you forget

that search could end up
at your doorstep, Michael?

If I'm one of the hunters,
maybe I can avoid that.

Plus, looking
over Pearce's shoulder

gives me a bird's-eye view
of the entire investigation.

We should be working
our own angle

to find out who killed Max.

Pearce is already checking
the cellphone activity

from the day
of Max's murder.

Why can't I just cheat
off her notes?

- You think the killer made a call?
- Maybe.

I've never seen the police
respond that fast.

At least I can make sure

that they don't track
the phone call I made to you.

So, check the phone records.

But if Pearce starts
poking around,

don't forget there are
no conjugal visits in CIA jail.

Is that who you're supposed to
be meeting here?

- Yeah.
- Bad time for a client. Who is he?

He was with the Special Forces
in Afghanistan.

My C.O. tracked me down,
asked for a favor.

And you're --

Not telling the captain who
pulled me out of a burning jeep

that "I don't really have
the time right now."

Michael.
Lieutenant Ethan Reed.

Mrs. Westen.

Why don't you grab a seat,
Lieutenant?

So, what can I do
for you?

Captain Novak didn't tell me,
really, what this was about

other than we have a lot
in common.

Well, the CIA recruiters on base
were hounding me pretty bad

until I made it clear
I wasn't interested.

Or maybe it's that I beat
your sharpshooting record

at Camp Rhino --

94% from 600 meters.

Ninety --

so, you're here
to pick up the trophy?

No, no. I, um...

Is there somewhere we can talk
that's more private?

Let's take a walk.

So, I got back
from my tour in Afghanistan

a couple of months ago,
and I found out

that my sister was dating
this guy, Brandon,

a-and I knew he was a scumbag,
but he seemed harmless.

What happened?

He, uh, he nearly beat her
to death.

He put her
in intensive care.

I'm sorry, Ethan.
Have the cops done anything?

They'd arrest him
if he fell in their lap,

but they're not looking for him
very hard.

I thought you could help me
track him down

using some
of your resources.

Right up my alley.
Fi.

You end up finding Brandon.
What next?

After what he did
to Heather...

I think Ethan's already picked
flowers for Brandon's funeral.

You're not thinking this
through. She's your sister.

It won't take long
for the cops to figure out

you're the number-one suspect.

So, that's it? You're saying
you're not gonna help?

No. If you want my help,

Brandon goes to jail,
not to the morgue.

Fine. But I'm coming along
every step of the way.

When we catch him,
I want to be there.

At the very least,
I owe this guy a broken nose.

- I can live with that.
- Go to your meeting.

I'll call Sam and see if we can
lure Brandon out of hiding.

Thanks, Fi.

Mrs. Depaolo?

We don't mean to bother you,
but is your son, Brandon, here?

Sorry.
He moved out years ago.

Oh, uh, could you tell us
where to find him?

Because Brandon's got himself
a brand-new laptop,

hell, maybe even an iPad,
if this check ever finds him.

- I don't know where he is.
- Ah.

And why is he getting
a check?

It's a legal matter.

Your son had some
auto-body work done

at a shop in Brickell
a couple years back.

Well, the owner of the shop just
lost a class-action lawsuit.

He was overcharging
his customers.

Brandon was a customer,
so Brandon gets a check.

I mean, two g's may not seem
like much, but --

$2,000?
I know it's an inconvenience,

but maybe
you could take the check

and hand it off to Brandon
next time you see him?

I -- I could do that.

Great.
Thank you very much.

So, she took the check.
Now what?

Well, now Cathy
takes the money to Brandon,

or he shows up here.

Almost always works,
but it's not fast.

Why don't you go home?
We'll take the first shift.

No.
No, I'm on every shift.

Lucky us.

Whether you're operating
out of a war room in Langley

or commandeering a hotel
in South Beach,

all CIA investigations
work the same.

Because analysts are tied

directly into federal
and local databases,

they have information
at their fingertips.

What they don't have
is a magic button

that tells them
what is a real lead

and what is a dead end.

That takes boots on the ground,
eyeballs on the screens,

and lots and lots of coffee.

What, the CIA can't afford
filing cabinets?

Oh. I don't think
I'll be getting much sleep

until we find
Max's killer.

So, where are we?
What are we doing?

We'd like to revisit your
final operation with Max.

I read the file -- some sort
of corporate espionage

the French
were involved with?

Dead end.
Got out clean.

The operation
before that, then.

I'm telling you, that's not
where you want to look.

We were doing small-scale
field operations,

nothing that would get
anyone killed.

If you are trashing my leads,

you better have something
to suggest.

How about cellphone activity
around Max's office?

The FBI's
gonna run them down.

FBI?
That's three weeks of red tape.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

These investigations take time,
Michael. You know that.

Someone who's not "official"

could work a lot faster
than the FBI.

If that were the case,

I wouldn't want
to know details,

because if that person
got caught digging...

They'd be on their own.

It was nice
not seeing you today.

What's with
the "Yellow Pages"?

Just a little
pleasure reading.

This is taking forever.
Brandon's not gonna show.

He'll show.
Just be patient.

In Afghanistan, things were
a lot simpler, you know?

You get your orders, you get
your bullets, take your shot.

Who do you think
gets the intel

to tell you where to point
your rifle and take that shot?

A spy
sitting in a car all day.

At least we got yogurt.

Hold on.
We have a guest.

Yep, that's Brandon,
all right.

That son of a bitch.

Hold on. Hold on.
We talked about this.

We'll grab him
on the way out.

Whether you're kidnapping
a ruthless dictator

in a foreign country

or snatching an abusive
boyfriend off the street,

it's best
not to leave a mess behind.

Using your target's own car
as a getaway vehicle

keeps neighbors from asking
about the missing owner.

Plus, you don't have to pay
for gas.

Don't worry.
We're not gonna hurt you.

We're just gonna ask you
some questions.

You think you could beat on my
sister and get away with it?

Ethan!

I didn't -- I d--

Ethan!

He didn't give a beating.
He took one.

What does that mean?

It means there's more to this
than what we know.

Look at his face.

Stand down. Stand down.

You're all right.
You're all right.

We're just gonna go
for a little ride.

Gonna sort this out.

Really?

I didn't touch your sister, man.
I would never hurt Heather.

Then tell us who did.

It's my boss,
Brad Ramsey.

He runs a medical-insurance scam
in Homestead.

He'd give me money
to pay off medical clerks.

I wanted to do something nice
for Heather,

so I skimmed some of the cash to
take her away for the weekend.

And Ramsey found out.

Heather fought back.
I tried to help.

You left her bleeding
in the driveway of a hospital

like a stray dog.

What was I supposed to do?

You were supposed to
protect her!

And what about you,
big bro?

Heather tried calling you
for help,

but you were too busy playing
Captain America in Afghanistan.

Hey. Interrogation 101 --

you lose your head,
they stop talking.

You can skip the spy school.
This bastard is the reason

Heather's breathing
through a tube right now.

Breaking his jaw
is not gonna get him to talk.

Go on. Cool off.
Go outside.

Okay. Upsy-Daisy.

Stop crying.
You're all right.

Now,
if you don't cooperate,

I'm gonna let Ethan come back
in here and talk to you.

Alone.

Do you understand?

All right. Tell me everything
you know about Brad Ramsey.

People tend to think
spies are motivated

by love of the game,
desire for adventure,

or patriotic fervor.

The truth, though,
is that you don't choose

a life as a covert operative

unless something deeper is
going on beneath the surface,

something more personal,

something harder to explain,

and something
a lot more painful.

I should have been there.

It wasn't your fault.

She was so beautiful.

Now look at her.

If you want to get the guy
who put her in here...

...I know how to do it.

So, that's the guy
who beat my sister?

That's him.

Ramsey runs the scam
Brandon was wrapped up with.

The other chucklehead
is Joel Davenport.

He steals Medicare numbers
so Ramsey

can use them to
bilk the insurance companies.

These guys are ruining
a lot of lives.

This clinic
used to help people,

but now it's basically just a
private ATM for these scumbags.

So the guy's even more
of a bastard than we thought?

Same plan as before, right?

Dragging Ramsey to the police
isn't an option now.

The cops were your idea,
remember?

Well, your sister basically
helped rip off a scam artist.

Man, I'm just saying

the cops are not gonna make it
a priority.

We grab him now, Ramsey spends
a few hours behind bars.

He'll be out
in time for happy hour.

Now, on the other hand, if we
can get him

to show us the
details of his little business,

he'll rot in jail
until you're old and gray.

We're just gonna
politely ask him

if we can see his scam?
You think that'll work?

No, I'll have to
approach Ramsey

as the kind of guy
he'd want to talk to.

No. I'm approaching Ramsey.
Was I unclear

when I said I'm coming along
every step of the way?

Ethan, you're not trained
for this.

Then train me.

When this is over,
I want him to know it was me.

I owe that to Heather.

All right, kid. Fine.

You're gonna
need a suit.

Excuse me. We're looking
for Brad Ramsey.

Well, you found him.

We don't mean
to spoil the party,

but we'd like a few minutes of
your time, talk a little business.

Yeah, well,
I'm pretty sure

that you guys
aren't on the guest list.

Just give us two minutes
of your time --

no interruptions,
no intrusions --

and I promise you,
next year at this time,

your vacation home in Rio
will make this place

look like a dollhouse.

Let's talk over here.

What kind of business
you guys in?

Same as you.

Only on a much bigger scale.

We can't go into much detail
right now,

but our network is pulling in
some serious cash.

We'd like to bring you in.

I only work
for one man -- me.

I'm doing just fine
on my own.

That's why we want you.

But why settle
for "just fine"

when you could be
doing "great"?

You got to think bigger.

I mean, sure, your kiddy pool
with a "view" is fine.

But the pool

at our place on Star Island --
now, that's great.

Come to our party.
Check it out.

Who knows -- maybe you'll like
what we have to offer.

No offense -- I mean, I'm sure
you guys are doing great,

but, uh, I got things
under control.

We're talking
the big time here, Ramsey.

You want to be bush league
forever?

Bush league?
Who are you calling bush league?

Uh, you'll have to forgive
my young, enthusiastic friend.

When we found him,
he was scraping by

on 6 grand a week
in a timeshare scam,

so we had to drag him
out of the gutter.

Sometimes his passion
gets ahead of his manners.

Here's our info.

In case you change your mind
about...

Moving up in the world?

I have to get back
to my guests.

Feel free to stick around.
Have a beer.

And then get the hell
off my property.

I just blew it.
You did fine.

Did you clock his face
when I said "6 grand a week"?

We'll be seeing him again.

Hey, man.

Whoa.

What...

I'm sorry.
Am I in the...wrong...

This is Michael Westen's place,
right?

Look, I knew Fi was gonna
shake things up

a little bit in here,
but come on, now, man.

You got a breadbasket.
Are you cool with all this?

Yeah, you know,
it's, um...

...A process.
Right.

Do you have an update
on those phone records?

Yes.

But before I do,
I just want to point out,

even if you can dodge
this frame-up thing,

you and I could get
into a lot of trouble for this.

I owe you, Jesse.

No, I mean, like,
this is in violation

of an executive order

and a pretty big
constitutional amendment.

I really owe you?
Yeah. You do.

Okay.

All these red dots
represent cellphone calls

made around Max's building.

Now, if we eliminate
all the calls

made a half-hour before
or after Max's death,

anything with,
uh, family plans,

anything easily traceable,

we are left with...

One call.

Made from a burner cell
to a pay phone. Boom.

The killer was probably
signaling that the job was done.

- It's a dead end.
- Oh, no.

No, you will not rain
on my cellphone-magic parade,

because I tracked the burner
to the bodega that sold it.

I'm gonna go grab the security tapes
and find out who bought it.

I really, really owe you, Jesse.

Yes, you do.
Sam, what's going on?

Ramsey just called.

Said he can't wait
to go to our party.

You would've been proud, Mikey.

Watching Ethan work a cover

was like seeing a baby
take his first steps,

only, you know,
less adorable.

Did your new lady friend
get us a car?

Ha, you call it a car.

I call it a work of art.

What about the house?

Are we ready to introduce Ramsey
to a new life?

Yeah, yeah. We're all set.
But listen, Mike.

Just so we're clear,
nothing happens

to big mama's wheels
or the mansion.

'Cause once
you've laid your head

on 2,000-thread-count sheets,

you never want to go back
to the couch.

Ohh, yeah.

Is that potpourri
that I'm smelling?

You're killing me, man.

Jealousy is a delicate emotion.

Show someone
what they can't have,

and they'll just resent you.

Give it to them too easy,
and they won't appreciate it.

They key is allowing them
just enough of a taste

so all they want is more.

Ah.

Our guest of honor.

I still can't believe I'm
supposed to drink with the guy.

Just think of it this way --

every time the
bastard cracks a smile,

he's tightening the noose
around his own neck.

Hey!
Look who's here!

It's about time.

Better late than never.

Think our friend here
needs a drink, yeah?

Yeah.

So I said, "Shoot the dog."
And so I did.

Oh, sorry, ladies.

- Come on, now.
- Don't worry.

We'll get to them later.

There's somebody
I want you to meet.

Fast Eddie,
Brad Ramsey.

The infamous Brad Ramsey.
Bring it in here.

I've been called worse.

- Yeah, I'll bet you have, man.
- Hey, sit down, guys.

Please, please.

So, Eddie here...

Is the wizard
behind our global network.

He sets up
fake medical facilities

that spit out real money.
It's easy, really.

A lot of places around the world,
healthcare is 10% of the GDP.

It's so big, no one even notices
when we take a little...

slice for ourselves,
isn't that right?

That's just fancy talk for

"We have a very
good thing going."

Oh, look, I'm a little low.

Why don't you fill him in?
I'll be right back.

It seems like you guys
got it all figured out.

What do you need me for?

Oh. One can never have
too many friends.

South Florida is a --
is a Medicare gold mine, okay?

Our only problem is,
we're not hooked up down here.

You are. So we want to see
your whole network.

Then we combine your ideas
with our capital,

everybody gets rich.

What, are you crazy?

It took me seven years
to set up my business.

You think I'm just gonna
hand it over?

No, w-we're not asking you to hand
over anything, Ramsey. This is a merger.

We get to see the details
behind your operation,

the mind that created it,
and then you get all this.

Oh. There's the boss.

He blew off Pebble Beach
to meet you.

Shall we?

Come on, man.

Beautiful.

- Eduardo.
- Boss.

You must be Ramsey.
Welcome aboard.

Not so fast. I ain't signed
any dotted lines just yet.

Did I hop on my G6
for a "Maybe"?

What can I say? The best
don't come easy. I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry"? "I'm sorry"
doesn't get me back on the links

in time for the back nine,
does it?

What's the holdup?

It's not his fault.

This seems
too good to be true.

Then your guys start asking
details about my business.

I mean, how do I know
you're not cops?

Fair question.

Deserves
an honest answer.

Cops write tickets.

Cops eat doughnuts.

They don't do this.

Son of a bitch!

Careful.

I learned jujitsu on the sands
of Okinawa.

That's -- that's my car!
No, that's not your car.

That's your car.

I call it
the thinking car.

Take your time.
Have a ball.

- "Thinking car"?
- Felt right at the time.

It felt -- I don't give
a damn how it felt.

I better see
my car again, Mike.

I know the
feeling, buddy.

So, when are we finished
with the car-giving phase.

I'd love to get
to the ass-kicking phase.

Seducing Ramsey with our scam
is a process, Ethan.

He's inches away
from giving us

everything we need
to take him down.

Now, the more info we can
ask him for about the scam,

the more he's got to talk
to his guys.

We drop a bug
in those conversations,

the cops are gonna have
some easy listening.

So, what, I have to
hang with him some more?

As soon as we get everything
we need from the bug,

you can break off
your friendship,

but you have to be --

patient.
I-I know. I know.

So, how do we get
the bug on him?

Well, Ramsey was damn near
drooling over my watch, Mike.

Great.
Let's give him another gift.

Mike...

What happened to the bench,
the one with the work toys?

Fiona thought that she didn't
want to mix work with...

It's in the back now.

When bugging a watch,
it's better

to use a good-looking knock-off
than its authentic counterpart,

and not just because
it's easier on your wallet.

The insides of a fake timepiece

are usually smaller
and simpler,

leaving more room
for hiding a listening device.

As long as your target
isn't a watch connoisseur,

zinc alloy and cubic zirconia

are a great way
of saying "Let's be friends."

Ramsey, my man.
Here you go.

Boss was glad you finally
came to your senses.

I was glad, too.

Yeah, I'll be glad when I start
to see some serious green.

Eager.
Yeah, I like -- I like that.

It reminds me of me.

Once you give the boss
the details on your operation,

we'll bring you up to speed
on our system,

and from there,
smooth sailing.

Hey. Look at this.

I got you
a little welcome gift.

Well, now.

I think that'll look
just great on me.

I got one just like it.
I call it the lucky watch.

If I were you, I'd never
take that thing off.

Think I can do that.

All right. Come on. Come on.
The guys are waiting for you.

A thousand bucks you hit
nothing but water.

We'll see about that.
Pull!

Double or nothing?

Hey.
Look who I found.

Ramsey.

If you're here,
then you're done thinking.

- That car can be pretty convincing.
- Good.

Now that you're coming on board,
let's iron out the details.

We need to get an understanding of
how you move your money around.

Way ahead of you. This
is the Medicare

fee schedule
from my last scam.

You came all the way here
to waste our time?

This could have been written
on a cocktail napkin!

Oh!

What we're looking for
is, well, everything.

All your doctor names,
all your patient numbers,

every little detail
of your enterprise.

You give us that,
then we can move forward.

Every little detail
of your enterprise.

Triple or nothing?

I'll talk to my guys,
put something together.

You do that.

And just so you know,
I'm keeping the Porsche.

If you tried to give it back,
I'd worry about you.

Yeah, uh, Mike,
since Jesse's helping you

with your little CIA problem,

you might want to get
his car back for him.

One problem
at a time, Sam.

In certain neighborhoods,
posing as a dirty cop

is a great way
to confiscate information.

It gives you the authority
that comes with a badge

and invokes the fear that
comes with being a criminal.

Hello, there.
I'm Officer Stone.

We have ourselves
a little situation.

Last week, Officer Goodtimes
over there came in here

and bought a jug of vodka
with his pay-by-the-hour friend.

Stressful job, Sharon.

Guy's got to blow off a little
steam every now and again.

This guy knows
what I'm talking about.

The thoroughly
embarrassing evidence

is all over
your surveillance tapes,

and we're gonna
need them.

Yeah.

Those tapes
are pretty expensive.

I suppose I could part with them
for, oh...

500 bucks?

You know what,
it might be easier

to throw your sorry ass
in jail

for those bootleg DVDs
you got back there.

And selling booze
to minors.

Wow. Got a real
state-of-the-art operation

going on here, don't you?

It's everything
from last month.

We're gonna need
some popcorn.

Got a better idea.
Throw in a carton of smokes.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Hmm? Yeah.

And I'm watching
all of these why?

A friend of mine,
he was murdered.

The killer might be
on one of these tapes.

Mm.

What am I looking for
exactly?

Whenever you see someone
buy a cellphone,

mark the date and time.

Well, it's your lucky day,

'cause I'm boycotting
my favorite soap this week.

Oh?

Dr. Wesley
broke off his engagement,

and he moved to Alaska!

That's too bad.

Yeah.

How's it going with --
what's his name?

Ethan?

He's holding his own.

Joel, Joel.

Just give me the paperwork
for the doctors' I.D.s.

How am I supposed to
trust you?

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm in charge of this.
Your judgment's off lately!

Those guys who gave you
the Porsche --

you don't
even know them!

- Are you sure this is gonna work?
- We'll make it work.

I talked to the other guys,

and they all agree with me --
you're a liability.

First, you put that girl
in the hospital.

If she recovers --

if that bitch recovers,
I'm gonna finish her off!

No big deal!

What -- what are you doing?
Let go of me.

Joel, I need you to listen to me
very carefully.

He's talking
about killing my sister.

You all right?

I got no problem
putting you

or any of the other guys
in the hospital.

Yeah. I, uh, I just need
to get some air.

This is my business,
not yours.

I make the decisions.

You're not even supposed to
be back here.

We'll talk later.

O-okay, fine.
Okay, fine. I got it.

What do you want to bet he's
going after Ramsey at the clinic?

Then we better
get there first.

Where the hell is he?

Oh, Ethan's a sniper.

He's not taking a shot
from here.

He'd try to find a perch.

Right there. 9:00.

Man, that kid set up fast.

He wouldn't fire on Ramsey
in a crowd, would he?

No. He's like Michael.

He'll wait
for a clear shot.

All right. Let's go.
I'll talk him down.

It's too late.
We need a distraction.

Protecting a target
from a bullet

sometimes means taking
a few shots at them yourself.

A near miss
puts the target on their guard

and keeps the real gunman
at bay.

Fi. Fi, not my car!
Relax.

I'll just put one
through the windshield.

But you can never predict
how someone is going to react

to a bullet
whizzing by their head.

What the hell, man?!

Just the windshield, Fi?

- He was...
- He never got a shot off.

Fi fired first
and scared Ramsey away,

which is not to say it's a victimless
crime because my car --

What the hell
were you thinking?

You want to know
what I was thinking?

I was thinking as long as
I corrected for a slight breeze

and pulled the trigger
on my exhale,

the guy who put my sister
in the hospital

wasn't going to
exist anymore.

We had a deal.
We had a plan.

Yeah, and your plan
wasn't working!

It wasn't working as fast
as you wanted it to.

Big difference.

You got a way to bring the
son of a bitch down

before I retire?
I'm all ears.

We needed Ramsey
talking to his crew.

Now he thinks someone's
trying to kill him.

He's not gonna talk
to his crew.

He's not gonna talk
to anyone. He's gonna --

Three voicemails
in the last hour.

Ramsey can't stop
calling me.

Oh, come on.
That's a little funny.

Dude's reaching out
to the guy that, um,

tried to kill him.
I'm sorry.

Ethan,
we can still use this.

Things are already tense
in Ramsey's crew.

- You call him. You tell him --
- No, no, no, no, no!

I'm done pretending
to be this bastard's friend!

All right, so, uh, well,
it sounds like you want

to turn Ramsey on his own crew,
pin the shooting on them?

But the only person who can run
point just walked out the door.

And?

He is not an option.

Unless you want
to be in the room

standing between Ethan
and Ramsey.

Familiar scene out there.

You remember when you came home
on leave that first time?

You spent hours out there
the day that you found out

that Patrick Garney
had stolen your girlfriend.

And then you stole
his motorcycle

and drove it
into the Miami River.

Mom, I think
this is a little different.

If you say so.

How many years of training
did it take

before you learned
to curb your anger, Michael?

The man you are today
is not the boy who left home.

You were a scared kid
when you left.

You were angry at the world.
You were angry at everything.

I've seen
loved ones get hurt.

I've never plotted to kill
anyone in cold blood.

No.

Your mother raised you
better than that.

Someone has to teach him,
Michael.

You can save it.

You want Ramsey dead,

and you don't think
I have anything to say

worth listening to.

Well, I understand
that feeling.

So, uh...

Do you want to compare
body counts?

All right. If it's gonna
be that kind of talk.

Actually, it's not.

I'm telling you I know more
about this than you do.

You're not in a war zone
anymore, Ethan.

So you're saying you think
I'll regret killing the guy

'cause this isn't
a battlefield?

Listen to me. I won't.

I want to finish this
my way.

You don't get to do
what you want to do.

You lost that right the moment
your sister got beaten.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Your life
doesn't belong to you.

Your decisions
affect other people.

You need to start thinking
about Heather.

That is what I'm doing.

You can't help her
from jail.

You know who acts
out of selfish anger?

The Ramseys of this world.

And that's their weakness.

And that's what you use
to destroy them.

What do I do?

You look Ramsey in the eye
one last time.

You go to bat for him.

You convince him
you are his best friend.

And when he's ready to burn
his whole life to cinders...

You hand him the match.

Ramsey! Ramsey!

Come on.

Ramsey, what the hell's going on?
Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on! Come on.

Someone shot at me
coming out of the clinic.

I hope to God
you're kidding.

Someone's shooting at him.

We're through here.
Thanks for playing. Next.

Whoa, hold on. Hold on.
Every problem's got a solution.

Does anyone have a reason
to shoot at you?

Do you have any problems?

I mean, do any of your
people know about our deal?

My guys? Oh, they would --
they would never.

All right. Well, wait.
There was -- there --

there was one --
there was one guy

that was pissed
that I was talking to you.

Every time
we work with amateurs,

the minute money's on the table,
people start shooting.

Okay, but it's his people.
It's not him.

So give the guy a break.

You can take care of this
the way you did for me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
What are you talking about?

He means turn your crew over
to the cops. Are you slow?

That's how we got rid
of the kid's baggage

when he started
working for me.

Turn the cops
on my crew?

If they're shooting at you,
they're not your crew anymore.

If you're working with us,
we got to tie up loose ends.

I can't --
Ramsey!

This is
the moment, all right?

If you want
to work with us,

this deal could pull in
$50 mil a year.

That's 10% for you.
That's your cut.

$5 million?

Yeah, but you don't get
any of that

unless you can take care
of your problems here.

What's it gonna be?

Kid, let's go.
All right, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.
All right.

I can do this, okay?

Yes.

Change your shirt.
You look like a hick.

Call our guys.
Let's get this done.

This is everything I got.

You sure none of this
is gonna point back at me?

Not that it matters.

You'll be on the beach
in the Caymans.

Maybe you'd like
a little company.

All right.

Love to stay for the fun part,
but we got to jet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this for?
It's for the house.

We're making sure nothing
connects any of this to you.

You want me to burn
my own house down?

Uh, yeah. Come on, Ramsey.
Be serious.

How many parties have you had
in this place?

Your crew has fingerprints
everywhere,

hair, DNA,
all kinds of crap.

Believe me. We're gonna
set you up with a new

place to call home.

For a spy,

revenge is a dish
that is rarely served at all.

The mission objective
always takes priority

over personal satisfaction.

Care to do the honors?

But if conning a scam artist

into burning everything he's
worked his whole life to build

serves that mission,

it's hard not to take
a little joy

in watching it all
go up in flames.

Come on, man.
Don't sweat it.

The boss has got the jet
fueled and ready.

Blink,
and we'll be in Monaco.

I take it
everything went well.

Like a dream.
Great.

I'll tell the pilot
we're ready to take off.

If you have any other loose ends...

...Now's the time
to speak up.

Nope. No loose ends.

Wait, what was that? You --
what, you think of something?

No, man, it's nothing.
It's -- it's all good.

Look, if you're holding
something back

and the boss finds out
about it later,

he's gonna drop your body
off that jet.

There is something.

It's just this bitch.

Okay? I beat her down.
I-I put her in the hospital.

Is there a problem?

No, we're fine.

We're just working out
one last little...kink.

Some bitch
in a hospital bed?

Then you need
to take care of it.

What do you mean,
take care of it?

Little poison in the I.V.,
and she'll sleep forever.

Kill her?

Listen,
you can wrap this up

or you can hang here
with your boys,

wait till they rat you out,
and let the cops drag you.

It's your choice.

Clock's ticking.

Okay. I-I'll do it.

I'll put the bitch
out of her misery.

A soldier on the battlefield
would never dream

of intentionally putting
a dangerous weapon

in the hands of an enemy.

But as a spy, sometimes
the only way to solve a problem

is trusting a bad guy
to do what comes naturally.

And if you help with the plan,

you know exactly
how to make them fail.

Drop it! Put the needle down!
What, man?

Get off of me!
Get him out of here!

Get off of me, man!
I was set up!

I was set up!

You got him? Great.

I would have felt so guilty if
something bad would have happened.

No, uh, I'd rather not
give my name.

I don't even know the guy. I'm
just a citizen doing my duty.

Hey, hey!
That's the guy!

That's the guy
who set me up!

That's the guy!

It's open.

I just got back
from the hospital.

It's still touch-and-go
with Heather,

but she's through
the worst patch, so...

- I'll be by her side every day.
- Good.

Sam called with some more
good news.

Looks like Ramsey's
enjoying his jail time

with all the guys
he ratted out.

Huh. I'm offended he
didn't call me first.

I thought we were friends.

I should tell you --
I did some thinking,

and I'm having lunch with
those CIA recruiters next week.

What is it?

Well, I was wondering...

Does, um, does it
ever get any easier?

No.

It never does.

Well, can you
at least tell me this --

if you could do it
all over again, would you?

It's who I am. I don't know
how to be anybody else.

Not really an answer, but
I guess, uh, I guess it'll do.

Take care of yourself,
Michael.

W-wait, so that's it
on the forensics, then?

I want answers,
not excuses.

All right, you know what?
Don't even bother.

I don't want to read
a 20-page field report

on how you found nothing.

Langley's all over
my ass, Michael,

and my leads are evaporating
left and right.

Max's financial records,
nothing.

Traffic cams, nothing.

You better have brought me
something to chew on.

Thank you.
Could be something.

Found a burner cell
in the records you gave me.

Phone was purchased
at a bodega on 6th.

They have
a security camera?

You already got
the footage.

I don't want to know how.
I just want answers.

Already sifting
through the tapes.

I'll have something
to report soon.

You'll have a report for me
tomorrow.

Isn't that
what I just said?

Uh, Michael?

I'm counting on you here.

So is Max's family.

Mom? Got your call.

Did you find something
on the tape?

Michael, you need to tell me
what this is all about right now.

I already told you.
My friend --

you told me
that the security tape

would lead to the man
who killed your friend.

And I know you've spared me
some details.

I need them now.

The person
who killed my friend

went to a lot of trouble
to make it look like I did it.

I'm hoping the real killer
is on that tape.

You need to see this.

He has your posture,
your -- your walk.

He's got you down,
Michael.

Good luck convincing
anybody else it isn't you.

He's got you down,
Michael.

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