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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.

There's a long tradition
of using doubles in espionage.

They're mostly used
by dictators

who want to confuse
would-be assassins,

but they have
other less-common uses,

like framing someone for
a crime they didn't commit.

Okay, I know
this video is grainy.

But from that angle,
it sure looks like you.

It's not me, Sam.

I assume the burner cellphone
he's buying

made a call
from the site of Max's murder.

Somebody went to
a lot of trouble to do this.

They didn't find this guy
sitting at a bus stop.

She's right, Mike. This is
starting to feel personal.

It's been personal
since Max bled out in my arms,

since he told me
to say goodbye to his wife.

So, what's the plan to keep
my son out of prison?

We got to track down the fella
on this tape.

I mean, that's step one
in finding Max's killer.

Actually, step one
is deciding what to do

with the bloodhound
the CIA sent to replace Max.

Pearce knows we have
the security footage.

I can buy us some time.

I'll tell her
it's taking a little longer

to analyze the footage.

Speak of the devil.

Agent Pearce,
right on time.

I --

got it.

What's up? She got something new
about the murder?

No,
it wasn't about that.

She wants to meet
tomorrow morning, 0700.

She's got another job for me,
high priority at the CIA.

Wish me luck.

You're only
five minutes early.

I'm sorry.
Is this a rush job?

Very much so.

We have a source
inside a Serbian syndicate.

He informed us the group
is about to purchase

a stolen Predator Drone
from an arms dealer in Miami.

Wow. Really none of that
sounds good.

We don't have much
on the deal

other than
it might be going down tomorrow

and the arms dealer
sent a courier.

The man's holed up
in room 642 of this hotel.

We have to get the drone
before the Serbians do, Michael.

Now, normally,
we'd bring a team,

but this is
very time-sensitive.

And you'd rather
not have someone

on the agency payroll
doing it.

Exactly.

Our intel describes him

as well-armed, well-trained,
and very unfriendly.

It actually says
"Very unfriendly" in the file.

They made
a specific notation.

Okay, I'm gonna need
some climbers, chalk,

and a small charge.

And I'm gonna need them quickly.
I'd like to do this

before the pool opens
and I have an audience.

I got to say, Westen.

You are
a lot more agreeable

than the notations
in your file indicate.

Just saying.

Careful.

That's a dicey hold
you got there, Westen.

Spare me the commentary,
please.

This requires
some concentration.

When confronting
an armed enemy,

the big question
is what weapons

they're bringing to the fight.

Trick your enemy
into bringing the wrong weapon,

and you've got the advantage.

Time to say hello.

Someone thinks
they're taking fire

from a sniper, for example,

they'll choose something
long range with a long barrel.

Which won't do you much good
in close combat.

Where's the drone?

It's not here. It's gone.
I delivered it last night.

I swear.

Search the room.
The cash is right there.

Did he just say --

let me put it this way --
either he just found

a million dollars in cash
on the street...

Or we're too late.

Burn Notice 5x06
Enemy of My Enemy
Original Air Date on July 28, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Listen to me, Manaro.

You do that, and the situation
you're talking about

gets uglier
than a dumpster fire.

Compromising a source
is not a --

fine.
Then it's on your head!

So, how'd that go?

Our guy who's in
with the Serbians is good.

He's reliable, and his cover
is about as deep as it gets.

Because of him, we know
who they are, where they are,

what they're doing
on three continents.

Now my bosses
want to snatch up a few Serbs

and interrogate them
about this missing drone.

They do that,
the asset gets outed.

My asset gets killed.

How well do you know
the asset?

I only met him once --
five minutes at a café.

But the guy's got a family.
He coaches soccer.

He's got a life.

This happened to me
once before.

I ran an op in Paris
back in '03.

The asset was a scientist --
Jansen Tunberg.

And he was more
than an asset.

We were getting married
once it was over.

I see.

Only before
I could bring the op home,

the brass got impatient.

They ordered
more drastic measures.

They exposed Jansen.

I buried him a month
before our wedding day.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Well...

I have my orders.

Pearce, you think
you could convince Langley

to give you one more shot
with that drone?

Why? To what end?

You buy me a few days,

and I can get it back
without CIA involvement.

I'm not sure
they'd go for it.

You want to keep
your asset alive?

I can do this.

I want to do this.
You'll owe me one.

I like your confidence,

but we can't just push pause
on Max's murder investigation.

You give me some operating room
and equipment,

I'll give you progress
on Max's killer

and that stolen drone.

Not just progress --
I need them both. Fast.

Well, they're impressive.
I'll give them that.

A dozen ex-military Serbians,
armed to the teeth.

And nasty.

Look, I sure as hell
don't want guys like that

hanging onto
a Predator Drone.

But, Mike, it's gonna take
an army to get it back.

I agree. That's why we need help
from someone who has an army.

We're gonna trick
our old friend Carmelo

into going after
the Serbs.

Carmelo?

As in the second biggest
heroin dealer in Miami?

He's helped us track down
mercenaries before.

He's perfect for this.

Yeah, but isn't the last thing
he said to you --

"if I ever see you again,
you're dead"?

That's why I was hoping you
could handle the Carmelo thing.

Oh, how generous.
What is your plan, exactly?

We rip off Carmelo
and leave Sam behind

as a witness
to the heist.

He questions you.
You steer him towards the Serbs.

We play it right,
he hunts for his heroin

and finds our drone instead.

And if we don't
play it right,

we find out if Sam
is bulletproof.

I know it's dangerous.

But if we don't do something,
the CIA's source is dead,

and some very bad people end up
with a really dangerous weapon.

Sam,
I'll understand if you --

No. You're right.

That's the play.

All right.

I'll go find us
a heroin shipment.

For a spy, one of
the most useful contacts

in the criminal underworld
is the small-time drug dealer.

Their work demands
that they stay informed

about their rivals,
their suppliers,

the police,
and any other bad guys

who might be operating
in their area.

Fiona!

Now's not a good time.

Oh, now's good.

Ladies, this is Fiona.

She's a very dear friend

who would never dream
of interrupting

this magical time
we're all having together.

Oh, of course not.

If you have found
some friends

that are okay
with your medical condition,

I wouldn't dream
of imposing.

Um...Medical condition.

It's not a big deal,
really.

There are plenty of ways
to manage the symptoms.

There's, uh, ointments, gel,
creams, suppositories --

She's joking.

She actually has a very dark,
twisted sense of humor.

Um, yeah, I think
we're actually gonna leave.

Oh. Oh.

It's...

What do you want?

I want to know

about Carmelo Dante's
heroin shipments.

Why?

- Because he's about to lose one.
- Forget it.

You rob him, he sucks
the marrow out of your bones.

I like my marrow...
Inside of my bones.

Uh, did Carmelo
shoot you in the kneecap?

Or was that Michael Westen?
Because he is the one asking.

Look...

Everybody in the game
knows Carmelo's guys

take a rental car to
a stash house up in the sticks,

just to re-up.

It's right off of 95,
north of Fort Lauderdale.

Oh, see, that wasn't
so hard now, was it?

This is some serious
death-wish material here.

You know why it's okay everybody
knows about his stash house?

'Cause nobody's stupid enough
to hit it.

Somebody is.

That's your plan?
I don't like it.

Well, you and me both, lady,
but there's no other way.

Are you saying the agency
never tricks third parties

into attacking
our enemies?

Huh.
Times have changed.

Of course we do,
but a "yojimbo" play

is a hail Mary to pull off,
not to mention reckless.

Yeah, well, as the guy

who's about to put his head
in the lion's mouth,

I'd appreciate it
if you'd stop reminding me.

We both know
anything involving the cops

or the FBI
will tip the Serbs off.

This gets us the drone back
and keeps the CIA out of it.

Look,
all we're asking for

is a listening device so we can stay
in touch when I'm with Carmelo.

Here.

You're gonna have to
sign the gear out.

It ain't cheap.
Manaro's gonna love this.

Did she just say Manaro?

Yeah, why?

Well, it's a long story,

but I got kind of a rocky past
with that guy

and that part of the CIA --
I mean, it's kind of hush-hush,

but Manaro's
half the reason for it,

so...this could get
a little sticky.

Great.

Frame is bugged.
Long-range, extra battery.

Hope you can pull off glasses,
Mr. Axe.

Well, they're not exactly
my style,

but I think Chuck Finley
can rock the specs.

Okay.

Will you give us a minute?

I need a moment alone
with Michael.

Sure.
I'll wait in the car.

Three feet on the floor,
you two.

I thought
you'd have something

from that security footage
you pulled by now.

Do you need help with it?

Oh, I'd love some.

But I doubt you want me
turning over stolen evidence.

We need to put
the pedal down, Westen,

so tell me how I can help.

Can you get me some advanced
facial-recognition software?

Good.
It might speed things up.

It better.

Well, go on.

You've got a heroin shipment
to steal.

The key to robbing
an armed transport

is to stop the vehicle

without putting the guards
on the defensive.

Okay, the drug mobile's
right on time.

Get ready to take
the shot.

Shooting a tire
can cause a blowout

without arousing suspicion,

but it takes a gifted sniper

to hit a target
moving 40 miles per hour.

And now for round 2.

What the hell?!
Where is it coming from?!

Let's just
get out of here!

Half a million dollars
worth of junk.

I think Carmelo
should be pretty well-motivated

to find the Serbs
who ripped him off.

You ready?
Getting there.

How injured do we want
our innocent witness?

Well, injured enough

to make it look like
I was grazed by a bullet.

Ow! Ow!

But not so injured
that the ladies mind.

Well, you know, what they say
about guys who wear glasses --

less likely to get shot
in the face by heroin dealers.

Sam, we'll have you covered
for the pick-up.

After that...

...Good luck.

Thanks.

Staging a scene
is one of the most important

deception techniques
in espionage.

You're telling a story,

arranging evidence
for someone to discover

so they'll believe
what you want them to.

If it works,
there's nothing like it.

If it doesn't work,

well, it's good to be nearby
with a sniper rifle.

So, where were
they hiding?

The gunmen --

The ones that you sent you
running off like little bitches,

this badass crew
that separated you from my dope.

Now, you -- you said
there was a dozen, right?

Where did a dozen guys
park their cars?

Tell me.

Because I don't see it!

That guy!

There was a tow truck
here earlier. He was here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
sleepyhead, sleepyhead.

Hey. Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up!

Where's...My...Car?

Your what? Your car?

How the hell should I know,
pal?! I --

You expect me to believe

that you were just joyriding
in a tow truck?

All right,
we'll try this again.

Okay, okay, look.

I just drove the truck,
all right?

That's it. I swear.

Some guys with accents
called me.

They said they'd make it
worth my while.

How's that working out
for you?
Not so good.

I woke up in a ditch.

You start talking...

Or I will bury you
right over there.

I got nothing against you.

And I don't know
where your car is, okay?

My name's Chuck.

You think I'm tight
with a bunch of Serbians?!

Serbians?

The guys
who ripped you off.

Take a look, pal!

They tried to shoot me
in the head!

For crying out loud,
I'd be dead by now

if they bothered
to check their work.

I think you know more
than you're saying...

So you and I are gonna go
and have a discussion...

About
your Serbian friends.

With my what?!
Hey, guys! Guys!

For a spy,
there's no greater victory

than successfully
inserting an asset

into a hostile organization.

Of course, it's a little hard
to celebrate that victory

when the hostile organization

is a bunch of trigger-happy
drug dealers

and the asset
is your best friend.

The first moments
of an infiltration

are crucially important.

That's when
you're establishing yourself --

what you know about them,
what they know about you,

and, most importantly,
how useful you're going to be.

Do you have
any idea who I am?

Does the name Carmelo Dante
mean anything to you?

Carm--

wait.

W-what?!

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, no.
Yes, yes, yes.

Of course I-I-I'm familiar
with your reputation.

Come on. Do you think
I would be crazy enough

to steal from you?

Whether you knew or not,
Chuck...

You helped rob me.

Oh. Oh, no.

Give me one reason why
I shouldn't open you up!
Come on!

If the target decides
you're useful, you're in.

If they decide
you're not useful,

you're usually dead.

Okay. You want a reason?
How about this one?

You kill me,
you'll never find them.

You think you're pissed?
The sons of bitches shot at me!

Let me help you find them
so I can watch them squirm.

Help? I thought
you didn't know anything.

I know a few names.
I know where they hang out.

I know some stuff.

But if you stick that blade
in me, they're gone!

Then the whole town hears
that somebody ripped you off

and they got away clean.

You want that?

All right.

You are by my side
until I get my drugs.

I can't believe you sent Sam
in there with this guy.

He's the only guy
with the connections

to track down
a Serbian stash house

and the manpower
to take them on.

Thanks to Sam,
Carmelo thinks they're sitting

on his heroin
instead of a Predator Drone.

Okay, so Sam points Carmelo
towards the Serbians,

Carmelo hits the Serbians.

Why do you need me?

I need you
to convince the Serbs

they have a new enemy
named Carmelo.

Establishing a cover as
a drug addict isn't glamorous,

but it has its advantages.

People don't expect addicts
to be rational...

Thank you.

...So they don't question
their motives.

Nothing explains
an unwanted intrusion

quite like the impression
that you're high as a kite.

Whoo! Oh.

Fellas, fellas, fellas.
What is up?

What is going down?
What is the word?

You choose wrong table.

Djovic.

Whoa. Huh, yeah.

See? Got his attention.

So, let me tell you guys
a little story.

I'm...

Wow.

That is magical.
Have you tried this?

Want to get on some?

...Hanging with my buddy.
He's not my buddy.

He's my hookup. He's my hookup.
He's my dealer. He's my guy.

Last night, he was talking
to his boss about you,

on the phone, talking about
"Joe-vich," "Joe-vick."

Am I saying that right?

Who is this person
that talks all this?

Hmm?
Hmm?

What?
Spit it out.

Yes. No.

We need to discuss
a financial arrangement, okay?

Hmm? Yes.

Financial arrangement,
how you say?

You know, a couple hun,

couple hundo, couple...

Honey -- honey bears.

You know what we can do?
We can negotiate the fee later.

I'm cool with that if you are.
That's fine.

What you need to know

is that he is gearing up
for you, man.

He's coming at you hard --
like big guns, big, heavy guns.

Who is this
that comes for us?

Carmelo Dante.

Carmelo Dante.

Kingpin, heroin guy,
armored Rolls-Royce.

You see that?

What does this
Carmelo want?

He's territorial
about his territory.

And he doesn't like people
bringing attention

to what he's got
coming in and out, okay?

And he's happy
to spray anyone

that does bring attention to it
with a shower of lead.

Bang, bang. Boom, boom.

Brr. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
Bang, bang.

Pow -- one for you.
Pow -- one for you.

So let's discuss my fee.

We let you
keep your teeth.

Fair?
No. That's not fair.

Come on. Come on.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

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

Get him out of here!
Come on!

This is not...

This is not how we do things
in the U.S. of A.

Not all of the intelligence
spies use

is stolen or even secret.

When the information you need
involves a lot of data --

like searching
for a single face

in the population of Miami --

what you really need is access
to the right database,

which is usually
behind the counter

at the closest
government agency.

I can't believe
the boys get to go up

against heroin pushers
and arms traffickers

and I'm here stuck
in the county clerk's office...

In these earrings.

Hey, I love
those earrings.

And we're here to keep
your boyfriend out of jail.

Next.
Oh.

Sir, why don't you
go ahead?

Why is he going ahead?

Shh.
I already scouted.

We want the sweet lady

with the photos of her daughter
on her desk.

She is gonna
love our little duet.

Can I help you?

Well, I sure hope so...Peggy.

We're trying to find
this man.

This Romeo wiped out my
daughter's entire bank account.

We thought that maybe
you might be able to help us.

I'm sorry. This is
the county clerk's office.

I think you need
the police.

We tried that, hon.

And they couldn't
help us yet

because, well, you see,
Mary never got his name.

Well, he said his name
was Dave.

He said
a lot of things, honey.

And not all of them
were probably true.

The one thing I do know
is that Dave --

uh, I think
he's licensed to drive

in the state of Florida.

And his birth date
is March 4th.

He had a real nice car.

And he got a lot of
"Happy Birthday" calls.

He has
a lot of people fooled.

Look, you have, uh,
government computers, right?

I mean, I know
it's just a long shot,

but, you know, if you might
let us look through

all the driver's licenses,
then he might just pop up.

Ma'am,
I would love to help you,

but our records
are confidential.

Oh, no, no.
Don't cry, babe.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's all right.
It's all right. Mommy's here.

Is that your daughter?
So sweet.

Bet you'd do anything
for her, right?

Yeah.

Well, mother to mother,

that bastard
broke my girl's heart.

Well, it may just be a needle in the
haystack. You know, we got to try.

You understand?

Come back Saturday.
I'll help you.

Oh, God bless you,
Peggy.

So, these Serbians --

you're sure you know
where they are?

Okay. Yeah.

No, no.
This is the neighborhood.

It's just
a couple blocks up.

They're based out of a --

a trucking company
or something like that.

When we get there,
they're not gonna be happy

to see us, you know.

The way these
Eastern Europeans smoke,

I worry they're not gonna
be able to keep up

when the shooting starts.

Well, they better start
limbering up

because here comes Carmelo.

Okay, here we go --
Serb central.

But I wouldn't get
too close.

This where my stuff is?
Here at the H.Q.?

Oh, no, no, no.

Those guys
aren't that stupid, no.

They'll keep it
someplace safe

till they ship it
out of the country.

Do me a favor, Chuck?
Shut your mouth.

I'm thinking.

Thinking?

He's not gonna find
that drone

staring at those pasty bastards
until they're tan.

No, but he'll
start looking

right after the bullets
stop flying.

Hmm. Allow me.

We've already established
that I'm a better shot.

Cellphone -- slightly smaller
target than a car tire.

Hey, hey, hey!
Get us out of here!

Do you want to play?

Oh, man. Oh, no!

What the -- oh!

Grab him! Now!

- What the hell are you doing?!
- Seizing an opportunity --

very important
in my business.

Maybe he can tell us
where my dope is.

Oh, great. The new guy
gets the window seat.

Michael...

He's got a Serbian now.
I know.

Sam's story.

Every lie he told's
all gonna get checked now.

Carmelo's gonna find out
the Serbs didn't rob him.

Sam will make it work.

You don't know that.

No, I don't.

Well, it doesn't sound like
too much fun in there, huh?

Carmelo does his own dirty work,
does he?

He -- is he good
at interrogation?

- Shut up, man.
- Hey, look, we're on the same side.

That Serb runs with the guys
that shot me.

Maybe you talked too much,
pissed them off.

Yeah.

But seriously,
you were in there earlier.

I mean, was he talking or just,
you know, screaming?

Yeah, he said his name
was Vlad.

He was talking about
some marina

down by the Port of Miami.

He did a lot of begging.

Damn. Well, I'm...

Sure there's still time
for this to work out, Mike.

My name's Rico, ese.

All right,
sounds like he's got this.

I don't care
what Sam is saying.

- I think we should go get him.
- Fi! Fi!

How?
Carmelo has an army.

20 guys?
That's an army?

It's enough, Fi.

So we are supposed to --
what? --

sit on our hands while Sam's
head is on the block?

If this has a happy ending,
that's great.

What's plan "B"?

This is
an agency operation.

If he needs support --
if it comes to that,

I can ask Pearce.

So ask her.

And then ask her,
where was the agency's support

when you volunteered Sam to be
taken prisoner by a heroin dealer?

So, you want us
to pull him out?

No, I just want you to be ready
to pull him out,

maybe put a chopper and a couple
of teams on ready alert.

Remember when I said
I didn't like your plan?

The plan can still work.

Carmelo has his men scouring the
city for a Serbian stash house.

I'm just asking...

In case things go sideways
with Sam.

Yeah.

We need to talk
about Sam.

You Westen?

Do you want to tell us
why the name Sam Axe

is appearing on
equipment-requisition forms?

You really put a $40,000 bug
on that man's face?

Which one
should I answer?

Michael, this is Gabriel Manaro
and Matt Bailey.

- Guys, this is --
- Oh, we know who he is.

He's the genius
who involved a heroin dealer

in a classified
CIA field operation --

not to mention Sam Axe.

Sam mentioned
there was a dustup

with whichever one of you
is Manaro.

A-a dustup?
You could say that.

We're not fans.

So, when did you work
with Sam?

Five years ago, he compromised
a CIA facility in Colombia.

He endangered a mission
and its personnel.

Specifically us.

Yeah.
I'm sure he had his reasons.

Okay. Focus.

Mr. Axe's position
with Carmelo Dante is...

Precarious.

His story's being checked
against a captured Serb.

Michael thinks we need
the cavalry on call.

What cavalry?

What's with this guy?

You put an asset
in the field.

I put my friend
in the field.

Now, I haven't asked
for anything yet.

But if I do,
you better be ready.

I wouldn't
hold my breath.

This mission
comes first.

I got to go.
It's gonna be a long night.

- Is there anything else?
- Keep me posted.

If you need help,
I'll do what I can for Sam.

Good luck.

Chuck...
You will not believe what

Vlad Miglo-whatever-his-name
told me.

Yeah. I heard.

He was talking about a marina
that they use,

which fits with what my guys
on the street are saying.

Okay, well, there you go --
exactly --

Hey!

Excuse me, Chuck.
I wasn't done.

He said that they were shipping
some weapon --

not my drugs,
not my heroin.

Are you gonna call Pearce,
or am I?

Look, if Sam can't
talk his way out of this,

it'll be too late,
anyway.

He can talk his way
out of it.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It's such a shock
that some Serbian scumbag

you took prisoner would lie
to save his own life.

He might say the same thing
about you.

Oh, wait. That's right.
He did...

...Right before he passed out.

Are you in a rush?

You can't wait
for the guy to wake up

to get some real answers?
Put the gun down!

Traditionally,

it's the guy with the gun
who gives the orders.

All right, fine.

Please put the gun down.

You got to let me lean
on the son of a bitch.

I can trip him up with what
I know about his partners.

Carmelo,
I guarantee you --

you let me talk to this guy,
he will change his tune

about what's at that marina.

A guarantee from a guy
with a gun to his head.

Hell, you can take that
straight to the bank.

All right.

You get one shot.

Okay.
He bought himself some time.

That's Madeline.

We're supposed to go back
to the county clerk's office.

You should go.

There's nothing we can do
for Sam from here.

I guess you're right.

Look, don't worry about it,
Mike. It's Sam.

It's Sam.
He's gonna pull it out.

This has every current
Florida license.

If the con man you're looking
for is local, he's in here.

And we can search
by age range or birth date

and it'll show us photos?

Yes, but you're still
gonna be looking

at thousands of licenses.

Not to say
that it's impossible, but...

It could take days.
And you only have until 2:00.

My daughter has a dance recital.
I'm sorry.

Oh. No,
don't you dare apologize.

You're too sweet.

We might get
a lucky break.

Well, I'm gonna go
keep an eye out,

but, um, my fingers
are crossed for you.

Oh, thank you.

The most advanced computer

is worse at identifying faces
than a newborn.

Unless a photo is taken
straight on

under direct lighting,

facial-recognition software
is nearly worthless.

Fortunately,
driver's license photos

are taken straight on
under direct lighting

for exactly that reason.

Why aren't we
lighting up those dots

all over the guy
on the video?

It's not a good enough angle.
But this will work.

Whoever hired that imposter
probably found him this way.

62,000 people
look like Michael?

Oh, come on.
You heard the lady.

We don't have
that kind of time.

Just give me a second
to narrow it down.

You are as impatient
as Michael.

Is something bothering you?
Besides me.

Your son wrapped Sam up
in one of his CIA missions.

He knew it was dangerous.
He knew it.

And now...
What?

Sam is in real trouble.

I see.

86 matches.
That's more like it.

Let's make this quick.

We don't want to let Peggy be
late for her daughter's recital.

You're a liar.
You were there. Admit it.

You were there when your buddy
laid out the whole thing --

where I was supposed to be
with the truck,

how you were gonna
steal the dope.

You tell the truth,
it'll go a lot easier on you.

Never seen this man
in life.

Nice. Yeah.

Damn, that dude
is made of solid steel.

Enough of this.

No.
I can save you a bullet.

I can prove
that he's lying.

Then get on with it!

Go to his place,
and you'll see.

My place?

Yeah.

Yeah, please.
Go to my place.

I stay at Sunview Motel,
Room 1-4.

Okay. Good. There you go.
That's it.

I'm telling you.
The drugs were there.

What the hell
is he doing?

He's calling his shot.
Now it's up to us.

Yeah,
the Sunview Motel --

that's, like, halfway
to Fort Lauderdale.

Carmelo's a lot closer.

There was a scale,
some dope,

a couple of guns, and yogurt --
lots of yogurt.

Don't ask me why.
Yogurt? You lie.

Blueberry yogurt.

Good to see he hasn't lost
his sense of humor.

Think Fi's gonna be pissed
we took the car?

I like to think she'll be
impressed it saved Sam's life.

Here.
Tell Pearce where we are.

She needs to navigate
for us.

Navigation systems combine data
from traffic helicopters,

police scanners,
and road sensors

to estimate the driving time
along your route.

But compiling all that data
creates a time lag.

30th is a parking lot.
You're gonna want to take 23rd.

After that,
we good to take the Causeway?

Go for it. But use Grant
when you get across.

There's still no quicker way
to get across town

than being guided by somebody
who has access

to real-time satellite imagery

and driving a very,
very fast car.

The Sunview Motel.
You live in a dump, Vlad.

Carmelo,
I need a minute.

I said I need a minute!

Keep having to drag your ass,
that's all you're gonna get.

Okay, look...Look,
I just wanted to say that, um,

what you're gonna see in there
is gonna piss you off.

And while I think Vlad here is,
you know, pretty much dogmeat,

he's not the mastermind
or anything,

so it's those other guys
you should go after.

If I wanted your opinion
on how to run my business,

I'd beat it out of you.

This is not...

I did not --

They moved it.

At least now I know
who's telling the truth.

Take him inside.
Take care of him.

No, no.
I tell truth.

Okay. See?

So you can tell I wasn't lying
about those bastards.

Did he say where he was gonna
keep the stuff?

Box Key Marina.

Okay, then my job
is done here.

I don't need a ride.

I'll just --
I'll just catch a cab.

You said I could go.

I said that you would stay
by my side till this is over.

And I meant it.

Rico, call the guys.
Tell them to load their guns.

We're gonna go get
my drugs.

Make the call!

Well, since you put it
that way...No!

We need ops support
right now.

Tell them to get
to Box Key Marina.

- The minute --
- Westen, we can't --

the minute Carmelo's guys
attack the Serbs,

we go in hard.
We pull Sam out.

You get your drone.
I get my guy.

As long as we wait until
the Serbs are neutralized,

we have deniability.

It'll look like the cops
breaking up a gunfight.

Our source will be safe.

That many boots on the ground
with bullets flying

could compromise
the mission.

Once we've confirmed that
Carmelo has found the drone,

the police move in,
as planned.

But maybe we can have --

We proceed as planned.

Sam bet his life

that the Serbs
have Carmelo's drugs.

When they find
a Predator Drone instead,

how long you think
before they shoot Sam?!

Well, we'll just have to
hope he waits

until the cops arrive.

You do not leave your people
swinging in the wind like this.

Sam's not our people.
He's not mission critical.

Hey. Michael.

I'm sorry.

Just keep these bastards
off my back.

I'll take care of it
myself.

So, what's the plan?

The plan is, my guys will shoot a
bunch of bullets at the Serbs.

The bullets will enter
their bodies and kill them.

Then we check the cargo,

and you pray that my drugs
are still there.

- Got it?
- Bullets, death, drugs.

Got it.

Well, at least
part of the plan worked.

Carmelo sure found
the spot.

A bunch of armed Serbs
on guard duty.

I think we found
the drone.

Looks like Carmelo
brought his whole crew.

It's gonna
get bloody here.

When I'm close,
I'll need a distraction.

We got it. Go.

Damn, it's like one of
those nature documentaries

where a snake
eats the other snake.

I can never watch those.

Really?
I love those.

For a spy, sneaking into
the middle of a gun battle

to pull someone out

is one of the less popular
assignments.

It's mostly about timing.

Go in too early, and you have
both sides shooting at you.

Go in too late,
and, well, you're too late.

There we go.
Victory is mine.

What the hell was that?
Lock it down out there.

Sorry. I couldn't let it happen
twice in one week.

How we looking?

Boss, I got nothing.
Our stuff isn't here.

Chuck, we need to have
a little talk

because this looks a lot
like a weapon

and nothing
like my heroin.

Right. I agree.

But there's got to be
a second stash house.

It doesn't mean
they didn't rip you off.

Stop lying,
before I kill you.

Now,
answer one question --

who the hell are you?!

That's my friend Sam,
and I would really like it

if you stopped pointing
that gun at him.

You.

Thank God.

I was starting to think
these didn't work.

Who the hell is
this guy?

That's...
Michael Westen.

And he used to be a spy.

We're acquainted,
unfortunately.

You hear those sirens,
Carmelo?

The cops are gonna get here
in a few minutes.

And when they do,
you can explain

either double homicide
and a stolen weapon,

or you can take
my offer.

Oh, it better be
a very good offer.

I have new friends
at the CIA.

You surrender with us,
we turn over the weapon,

and you will walk away
from this.

Or I have
a better idea.

I could kill you and leave
before the cops get here.

That is not a bad plan,

except for the fact
that I have a sniper outside

who will shoot you
where you stand

the moment you step outside
of the building.

You can take this one.

Seriously?

Thank you.
Thank you.

So, what is it?

Are you a drug dealer
who killed two CIA assets

and stole a Predator Drone

or a hero

who found
stolen military technology

and seized it
for the American government?

It's your call.

Seriously...

I will kill you
if I ever see you again.

Yeah,
I've heard that before.

Beers, Mike.

I'm in the mood
for multiple beers.

Michael. Sam.

That was a hell of a job
you two pulled off.

I'm making a special notation
in your files.

And you brought my car.

I thought I'd spare you
the cab fare.

It seemed the least
I could do.

Well, thanks.

You two, get your bony asses
off the hood.

You look pretty pleased with
yourselves for a couple of guys

who just cut a deal
with a drug kingpin.

What the hell were you thinking?
You know, we told you --

you said the Serbs
couldn't find out

the CIA was involved.

But Carmelo finding out --

that wasn't "Mission critical,"
was it?

Do you really expect us

to make good on immunity
for that bastard?

Actually, I do, because
if you let him go to jail,

that bastard has no incentive
to keep his mouth shut.

If we keep him out on
the street, you really think --

maybe Pearce
can explain it to you.

Ask her to talk real slow,
and you might get it.

As long as Carmelo's
got a reputation to protect --

Well,
that's just beautiful,

but have you heard the story
he told the cops?

The guy said he went to the marina
with his buddies for a picnic.

Then Serbs attacked,
out of nowhere.

Oh, but luckily,
Carmelo had the sense

to bring all these automatic
weapons with him to the picnic,

you know,
instead of food.

This is the official story we
get to sell to the Miami police.

Yeah, this is what we get to do
with this Carmelo guy.

This is the mess
you are leaving us with!

- Immunity. Fantastic.
- Yeah, well, sucks being you,

but I guess
that's nothing new, right?

- Oh, oh, oh.
- Ho! Whoa! Mr. Axe!

Not so fast.

We need
our glasses back.

Oh, yeah.
Sorry about that.

I...Lost them.

Sam,
I just want to say --

you don't have to,
Mike.

I was gonna say
you owe me one.

And I owe you 50.

The're they are.

The best actress and
best supporting actress

at the Dade County Clerk's
Office.

That's...

Do you mean,
"Thank you both so much"

for finding that impersonator
that was used to frame you?

I do.
That's what I mean.

So, what did you find?

It's all right here.

But first,
we need to talk.

You are taking big risks,
Michael --

putting Sam in danger,

getting involved
in the CIA investigation

that could lead
right back to you...

All of it!

Fi --

No, Michael.
You listen.

I tried to teach you not to play
with fire when you were little.

Apparently, I failed.

I don't have much choice.
What else can I do?

You can make sure your friends
are not in danger,

or maybe even
put them first.

Okay.

Take a look
at your stand-in.

He wouldn't pass for you
in person,

but he did
a pretty good job on tape.

He's an organ donor.
He has no criminal record.

I'm sure he didn't even know
what he was involved in.

I want to know
what you're gonna do to him.

So, you found the fake
Michael Westen, huh?

That's great, buddy.

Yeah, Fi and my mom
tracked him down,

and I tailed him here.

Name's Jacob Starky.

I told Pearce
the tapes were a dead end.

We got a little breathing room
for the moment.

Good-looking fella.

Doesn't quite have
your chin, though.

That means a lot
coming from you.

Wait. Here we go.

That looks shady.

Okay,
that looks very shady.

So, our new pal Jacob
is buying a Glock, Mikey.

What do you think
he needs a gun for?

I don't know,
but it looks like

things are about to get
interesting.

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