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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
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.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether
you're hunting down extremists
in the mountains of Kashmir...

or tracking arms dealers
through the streets of Moscow,

the life of a spy
takes a toll.

So during downtimes,
you work out, eat right...

and try to recharge
your batteries...

because you never know
what's waiting for you
around the next corner.

[ Fiona Grunts ]
Hello, Michael.

This is Bud, bail jumper.

We just got back
from a lovely time
in the Everglades.

You got a real chair
in this dump?

Bud's in a bad mood.
He didn't like the music
in my trunk.

Why is he here?

Oh, we're killing time,

waiting for the bail bondsman
to open his office.

You know, he's been
throwing me more jobs
than I can manage lately,

and I was thinking,
as long as you're still burned--

Trudging through swamps,
looking for guys like Bud? I'm
not hurting for money that bad.

Could have fooled me.

Think about it, Michael.

Your strategic know-how,
my expertise in the field.

- My brains, your brawn.
- [ Scoffs ]

Time for you to go, Bud.

Mr. Westen?
Detective Paxson,
Miami P.D.

This is Detective Lopez.
Mind if we ask
you a couple of questions?

- I'm in the middle
of something actually.
- Mmm.

I understand you're
a bounty hunter,
Miss Glenanne.

- Do you have
a bail enforcer's license?
- Actually, I'm freelancing.

Actually, you're
harboring a fugitive.
Consider this a warning.

Uh, Detective, I spoke
with some officers at
the station recently,

and I think we cleared up
all the questions they had.

Well, I have
different questions.

They're about
a traffic incident.
Three cars blown up.

Three more totaled.

Apparently, we have
a one-man wrecking crew
on our hands.

How can you be so sure
it's a man?

I'm as progressive
as the next gal,
Miss Glenanne,

but someone matching
Mr. Westen's description...

was spotted driving away
from the scene.

White male, dark hair--
[ Clears Throat ]
athletically built.

I hope your department
pays overtime...

because you're
gonna be searching for a few
hundred thousand suspects.

I've got just one. Stuff's
been blowing up pretty steadily
since you arrived in Miami.

So, are you gonna
answer my questions,

or am I gonna pick my way
through everything you own?

That would be a workbench,
six power tools, four yogurts--
three yogurts.

I actually had one--
Blueberry.

Well, you can tell me
all about it at the station,
Mr. Westen.

Get in the car.
I'm gonna enjoy this.

Welcome to
your worst nightmare,
Mr. Westen.

You look wretched,
Michael.

It's not a day spa
in there, Fi.

I spent the last 24 hours
in the drunk tank.

So, Detective Paxson
wasn't questioning you
the whole time?

Oh, no. There was
plenty of that too.

[ Sighs ] She's gonna be
some real trouble.

She already is.
She cost me my bounty.

I'll make it up to you
sometime.
How does now sound?

I lined up a new gig.
I'll fill you in on all
the details over lunch.

Come on, Fi.
Not another bail jumper.
No.

But one of my old bail jumpers
got me the job. It's a referral.

- So how's Stevie?
- Doing time up at Raiford,
medium security.

Says hi, by the way.

Her brother jumped bail
on forgery charges.

Chased him to Boca.
Had to hit him with a brick
to get him in the car.

Sweet guy.
He your partner?

- You'd have to ask him that.
- What can we help you with?

This is my son, Brandon.
He's been staying with
his dad, Howard.

We're separated.
Howard hasn't let me see or talk
to Brandon for three days.

It sounds like you should be
talking to a lawyer about this.
I have. Three of them.

They all say it'll take months
to get him into court.

Howard just needs someone
to knock some sense into him.

- I'm not sure--
- It's not a problem.

- Anything else you need?
- I just wanna see my son.

Everything will be fine.
Right, Michael?

[ Horn Honks Twice ]

Excuse me.

You know my new girl?

She rebuilt this engine
by herself.

I'm telling you,
just put a nice, sturdy tool
in that woman's hand--

I got it, Sam.
Find out anything?

Yeah, I asked around
about your lady detective.

Turns out you got
a stalker with a badge.

I mean, she checked
every self-storage place
from here up to Fort Lauderdale.

She found surveillance video
of you ducking into a place
down by Homestead?

Not good.
What you got there?

Some C-4 and detonators.

She's gonna own 'em soon
'cause she's workin' on
a warrant.

There's a hearing in a couple
of days, but you gotta get your
stash out of there before then.

Are you coming, Michael?

Oh, Mike, uh, you know,
since I'm helping you avoid
felony charges,

I thought maybe there'd be
a lunch in it for me.

[ Fiona ] Michael.
Next time.

Geez.
I got you, baby.

[ Engine Turns Off ]
Typical.

Howard spends 80 hours a week
at the office,

and he can't find an hour
to take care of his yard.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Go ahead and take it.
Just keep your eyes
on the street.

It should be
pretty straightforward.

- Yeah, Ma.
- It's somebody's
birthday today!

I thought you'd come over
for a nice dinner
with Sam and Fiona.

We're celebrating
birthdays now?

We always did.
Don't you remember
sixth grade?

Your friend Billy Kane
was there.

- It was his party, Mom.
- Well, it's never too late.

All right. Where are we
getting takeout from?

Who said anything
about takeout?

- Howard!
- So, you coming or not?

- I'll try.
- Michael, I don't want
to hear how you'll try.

I want you to promise.
Fine.

I promise... I'll try.
[ Beeps ]

Howard!

[ Engine Starts ]

You can stop now.

You can stop now!

[ Grunts, Groans ]

Howard. We just want
to see your son.

Ah, you don't understand.

I'm sure whatever
the issue is, you can
work it out with your ex.

No! That's not what I mean.
[ Panting ]

- He was kidnapped.
- Of course he was.

Brandon didn't
come home from school
on Thursday.

I got a call.
Uh, I don't know
the guy's name.

- Is he asking for money?
- No. I-I-I-I work at
a diamond wholesaler.

He wanted information
about an upcoming shipment.

Said not to
contact the police,
or I'd never...

see Brandon again.

- He's calling today
with instructions.
- How could you not tell me?

I didn't want you calling
the police, Patricia. I was
trying to protect Brandon!

That was not
your decision to make!
He's my son too!

Look, he just wants diamonds.
I'm going to give them to him.

Howard, it's not
that simple.

If this guy really wants
to disappear, he has no
incentive to return your son.

Brandon's old enough
to identify him.

Whoa.
Wh-Wh-What are you saying?

You know what
he's saying, Howard.

They're not gonna bring us
Brandon back alive!
We should call the police.

No. No cops.
He said he would kill him.

Enough. Michael and I
will take care of him.

Without involving
the cops.

But you can't be at
each other's throats, okay?

When the kidnapper calls again,
you're going to say...

you're not doing anything
until you get proof that
your son is alive and unhurt.

- Then you're gonna ask
for a face-to-face meeting.
- You think he'll come? I mean--

If he wants his diamonds,
he will. If we're lucky, we'll
follow him to where Brandon is.

Well, won't that
be dangerous?
It doesn't matter.

I'll do it.
Whatever it takes
to get Brandon back.

[ Boat Horn, Distant ]

I told Howard not to
take that stupid job.

Sales manager!
We were doing just fine
as reps.

- You work together?
- We did.

It was great
till he took
that promotion.

Long hours,
travel, now this!
[ Sighs ]

Well, I'm sure this
was not part of the plan
when he took the job.

He should have known
the risk.

Patricia, I want you
to try something.

It's a relaxation exercise
I do in situations like this.

I want you
to close your eyes...

and breathe deep.
[ Inhales ]

Picture a peaceful
mountain stream.
Can you do that?

Now picture yourself
drowning the kidnapper
in the stream.

You're taking a rock
from the stream...

and raising it
above your head.

- Fi.
- And with tremendous force,
you're flinging--

Fi!
We got something.
He's passed by twice.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Smart criminals have a variety
of ways to find out...

if a meeting
is under police surveillance.

- Some are more subtle
than others.
- Howard, right?

- Yeah.
- I'm Santora.

Nice to meet you.

[ Grunting ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Throw a few punches,

and any cops in the area
have to come running.

- God! Do something!
- [ Michael ]
He's testing us.

But he's gonna kill him!
He's--

- Whoa.
- Patricia. Patricia!

If you want your son back,
you'll stay in the car.

You got any friends
around here
I should know about?

- [ Grunts ]
- You tell anyone about
our little arrangement?

- [ Groaning, Coughs ]
- Look at me, Howard.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Behavior in a combat situation
is unpredictable.

Sometimes trained soldiers
go screaming for the hills.

Sometimes guys who've
never fired anything bigger
than a cap gun...

turn out to have ice
in their veins.

[ Panting ]
Nobody knows.

Let me see my son.

Today's headline.
Kid's fine.

Now, let's be clear.
You're not calling
the shots here.

You're not gonna make
any more demands, and you're
not gonna try anything cute.

If anyone touches me,
if I'm a minute late
checking in with my guys,

you never see
the kid again.

Got it?
Yeah.

Good.
[ Grunts ]

That's just so
you don't forget.

Now, let's talk about
my diamonds.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the field, it's often
your human instincts...

that jeopardize
an operation.

Helping people is great,
but there are times
that impulse...

can get people killed.

Sometimes the right thing to do
is let a guy bleed for a while.

Stay here.

[ Groaning ]
He kept hitting me.

I didn't know what to do.
You did everything right,
Howard.

He said he wants
the stones in 24 hours
or Brandon dies.

That's not gonna happen.

How did we do?

Uh, not so great.

Santora didn't go
near the kid.

He's hanging out at a bar,
sipping mojitos.

Mike, this guy's
not afraid to be seen.

But I thought you could
follow him to where Brandon is.
I thought--

He's smart.
He's keeping the job
compartmentalized.

Howard's at the hospital
getting stitches.
That was all for nothing?

Not nothing. We'll know
when he moves. I got a buddy
keeping an eye on him.

Why can't you just grab him
and waterboard him
or something?

Make him tell us
where Brandon is!

You torture somebody,
they'll tell you anything
to make it stop.

No, there are better ways
to get reliable information.

Sam, how do you feel
about a little
reverse interrogation?

- Never been a big fan, Mike.
- What's reverse interrogation?

We used to do it
during the Cold War.

You send one of your guys in
to be interrogated to learn what
the bad guys are worried about.

You play your cards right,
their questions will tell you
all about 'em.

You play your cards wrong--
Have a little faith, Sam.

How long do you think
it'll take?

Car, building,
some cop lights.
Couple hours?

All right.
Call me when it's done.

We're gonna find your son.

This is a valuable
lesson for you.

C-4 is meant to be used,
not stored.

I'm serious.

All those times you told me
to make the explosion smaller,

I shouldn't have listened
to you, and Paxson wouldn't have
anything to hang you with.

[ Michael Narrating ] When
you're concerned you might be
walking into a police stakeout,

there are a number of things
to look out for:
parked cars or vans--

Hold on, Fi.

workers that seem
unusually preoccupied
and curious kids.

No matter where you go
in the world, little boys
like candy, puppies and cops.

I think
our detective friend
had a surprise planned.

- Mr. Westen.
- Detective Paxson and
Detective Forget-Your-Name.

I was thinking about
renting one of these
storage units.

- You mind if I look at yours?
- Storage unit?

Yes. Or you could give us
the fake name you used
when you rented it.

Or go ahead
and clear it out.
Don't let us stop you.

I think there's been
a big misunderstanding.

I actually heard you
were in the neighborhood,
and I came by to see you.

Yeah, I wanted to
give you some receipts,

give you a better idea
of what I've been doing,
where I've been going.

That one's for breakfast.
Fi had a Spanish omelet.

- Egg whites only.
- Thank you.

Well, if you get the urge
to destroy any evidence,
stop by.

We'll be waiting for you.

Was that flirting,
or does she hate you?
I am not her type.

[ Cell Phone Ringing,
Beeps ]

- Yeah, Sam.
- Hey, Mike. You ready
to do this? I'm all set.

Seriously though, I think
this is a little risky.

I'm on my way.

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When it comes to cover I.D.'s,
impersonating a bad cop...

is much better
than impersonating a good one.

An honest cop follows
policies and procedures...

from the way he cuts his hair
to the approach he takes when
carrying out a traffic stop.

Pose as a good cop,
and you have to go by the book.

Pose as a bad cop,
and you can throw out that book
and write your own.

Hi there.
Detective Finley.

Wow. Nice seats.
What is that,
pearl leather?

Let me call my lawyer.
He can tell you
all about 'em.

[ Chuckles ]
All right. Just relax.

I'm here unofficially.

Just think of this
as... a business meeting.

You want to do
a business meeting? How 'bout
you make an appointment?

Okay. When's a good time to talk
about someone who's trying to
move in on one of your scores?

Just worked a drug bust.

Heard something
that might interest you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the criminal world, selling
yourself as a colleague...

often means
doing something illegal.

So while snorting lactose
isn't pleasant--

[ Loud Snorting ]

it may put people's
minds at ease.
[ Coughs ]

Wow! Got this
on the bust too.

Ninety percent pure.
Mmm! Puts hair on your chest,
I'll tell you that.

What's this you heard
about a score?

Yeah, it was a coke buy
down in Overtown.

Busted a guy I know,
a junkie named Shep.

So he's trying to get me
to lay off him 'cause he
says he knows something...

about a plan to, uh,
rip you off.

Some junkie told you this.

Yeah. He's a snitch.
Hey, the guy's a mess,
but his intel's usually good.

So why'd you bust him?
I take him in every so often
just to keep him in line.

So, listen.
I'm taking him
to the station.

For a couple of grand,
you can question him first.

Interested?

He said something about a kid,
if that means anything.

- A kid?
- Yeah. He didn't say
much more than that.

Man, I cannot
get over this leather.
It's hand tooled, right?

Where is this guy?

So, what you're saying is,

Michael's missing
his own birthday party?

He's busy.
Busy.

Busy being shot at,
or busy getting blown up?

Doesn't he ever
take a day off?

Ow! Damn it!

I mean, you know,
a little consideration
is all I'm asking.

I'm making an effort,
so should he.

Well, he seems to
be making progress.

Don't fool yourself,
honey.

Loving Michael
is always trench warfare.

Hmm.

You tell him
to come to the party.

Busted a few raves here.

Don't worry.
No one comes around now.
The place is condemned.

It's where I do
my, uh, freelance work.

So, the snitch is in there.
You got my money?

Here you go.
I'll take it from here.

Oh. Whoa. No, my friend.
That's not how it works.

We question
this guy together.
[ Chuckles ]

No offense,
but I don't like people
knowing my business.

Yeah, no offense,
but I don't care. Your business
doesn't concern me.

What concerns me
is nobody touches
my prisoner but me.

I got my own way
of asking questions.

Yeah, and I gotta explain
every scratch on the guy when I
take him down to the station.

So if you wanna come down
with me, that's fine.
Otherwise, we do this my way.

What about later?
This guy Shep gets
to mouth off?

[ Laughing ]
Don't worry about that.

I got enough on this guy
to send him to prison
on the moon.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

[ Santora ]
So nobody knows
you got this guy here, huh?

[ Sam Laughs ]
Don't get any ideas.

As far as
my supervisor's concerned,
I'm workin' on a case.

Officially,
I'm in the middle
of interviewing you,

so if anything
happens to me, he knows
who to come looking for.

[ Santora ]
Let's do this.

So I don't know you,
but I hear you know me...

and my business.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Interrogation professionals
don't ask questions directly.

They hide what they know
and don't know.

Oh, you're
a real prince, Finley.
A real stand-up guy.

- After all I've done for you,
this is what I get?
- Nothin' personal.

Just business.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Amateurs tend to ask
for exactly what they want.

- Who told you about the kid?
- It's like playing poker
with your cards showing.

I think your buddy here
wants to kiss me, Finley.
Hey, I'm not that type.

[ Grunts ]
Answer the question!

- Who told you?
- A friend of a friend.

I didn't get his name.
They didn't give me details.
I didn't ask for 'em.

All right.
Tell me about this job.

[ Sighs, Whimpers ]
They needed help
movin' a-- a kid.

They wanted a place
that they could stash him
for a few days off the street.

I found it.
Can I go now?

You can go
when I find out...

what the hell
is going on.

The guy who hired you--
He say when they
were plannin' this?

Oh, come on.
You think they're gonna
tell me when?

Yeah, right after they
told me their vacation plans and
their Social Security numbers.

I don't know.

You got a smart mouth.
Maybe you should start
using it to save your ass.

They told me
to find a place...

where they could
stash the kid...

for a few days.

Do you want me
to say that slower?

Where'd you meet him?

Right. You think
I'm stupid?

Yeah. I tell you that,
you're gonna go tell 'em,
and I'm gonna get killed.

You worry about that later.
You got more immediate
problems.

[ Grunts, Coughing ]
All right. All right!

All right.
It was a restaurant--
a diner, I think.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When people are desperate
for information,

they start
filling in the blanks,
often without realizing it.

- [ Groaning ]
- It's something
fortunetellers rely on.

It works pretty much
the same way for spies.
[ Grunts ]

Think harder!

Although fortunetellers
usually don't get smacked
around as much.

[ Grunts ]

It was a diner.

It had burgers and fries.

The Seaside Diner?
Was that it?

Off the causeway.
Yes. Thank you.

I met the guy
at the Seaside Diner.

What'd this guy look like?

Well, I don't know.
He was a guy.

He was a white guy,
maybe.
White?

I'm just gonna go out in Miami
and look for a white guy?

You're gonna have to
do better than that.

No, all right!
All right, all right!
It was, it was--

The waitress knew him.
She called him "Flowers."

They knew him there.
And that's it.

That's-That's all I know.

[ Phone Beeping ]

Get over to
the Seaside Diner now.

Ask around for
a guy named Flowers.

[ Laughing ]
Surprising how much
a guy remembers...

when you help him out
a little.

Listen. This is taking
longer than I thought.
I gotta make a call.

You two play nice.

Fi, get over
to the Seaside Diner.
It's off MacArthur Causeway.

Santora's sending a guy there.
You might be able to tail him
back to Brandon.

Just stay out of sight,
all right?

Stay out of sight?
You're seriously
telling me that?

Well, it's nothin' personal.
Things are just gettin'
a little tense around here.

So you and your friends
thought that you could
rip me off. That right?

What was the plan
with the kid?

I told you everything I know.
I was supposed to get--

What was the plan?

I was paid a lousy 150 bucks
for this job.

You think
I don't wanna tell you?
Put the knife away!

He's got a sharp knife!
Get that knife
out of my face!

Fi, just go now.

[ Shouts ]
Fine.

You wanna--
You wanna know the plan.

Yeah, I do.
All right.

Well, you're never
gonna know the plan
with a knife...

because cuttin' me up
ain't gonna turn me
into a mind reader!

Whoa there, friend.
[ Pistol Cocks ]

My prisoner, my rules,
remember?

Now, you want me
to lean on him--
[ Chuckles ]

all you have to do
is ask.
[ Grunts ]

We clear?

Now put it away.

[ Exhales ]

We may have a lead
on Brandon's location.

You're going to get him now?
If things go
according to plan.

I'll come with you.
I can help.

Well, that's sweet
and very brave, but you are
gonna get yourself shot.

If that's what it takes
to get our son back,
I don't care.

Brandon is gonna
need you alive.

Getting shot sounds noble
until it actually happens
to you.

Don't volunteer for it
unless it's absolutely
necessary.

Brandon's
gonna be fine.

I know it.

You wanna do something
for your son?

Don't forget
this moment.

- Yeah.
- And don't ever
work together.

Not all couples
can handle it.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Okay. So this Flowers.
He show you where the kid is?

No, they drove me
through the neighborhood,
the route they were gonna take.

- I don't remember--
- I've had enough of
you don't remember.

[ Grunts ]

- No more warnings.
- I've answered
all your questions.

I want you to tell me,
who is trying to
rip me off?

And I want a house
on Star Island...

filled with strippers
and bikinis,

but wishing just
doesn't make it so, man!

It's time to focus.

Now, listen. I assume
there isn't a sign
on the place...

that says, "The kid is here,"
so how would he know
if he saw it?

Come on!
You got guys with the kid?
Maybe Shep saw them.

Yeah, I got two guys.
Yeah, it could be.

I saw a couple of guys,
but I didn't talk to 'em.
I don't know their names.

Did you see the kid?
No!

Okay, Santora. So calm down.
He didn't see the kid.
Maybe it's not the same place.

He didn't see him
because the kid is
in a shed behind the house!

Now, shut up
and let me think.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Searching for a concealed enemy
who could be anywhere...

is a waste of time.

Yeah, it's Jimmy.

Nobody's heard of Flowers
at the diner.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Usually, your best bet
is to stay put...

and give your enemy
a reason to come to you.
[ Alarm Beeps ]

What's going on?
Is there something
I should know about?

Don't worry about it.

Just get back to the house
and watch the kid.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To tail someone, you need
both skill and instinct.

You need skill because
the driving is tough.

You can't get too close,
and you can't drift
too far away.

You can't go too fast
or too slow.

You need instinct...

because every turn,
every lane change,
every bridge...

raises the risk
of being seen.

Anyone can be trained
to follow a car,

but it takes good instincts
to know when it's time
to stop following.

[ Chimes ]

So I had one of my guys
ask around.

No one at that restaurant
ever heard of anyone
named Flowers.

Why is that m-my fault?
I mean, maybe he went
to the wrong place.

He went to the diner,
you lying son of a bitch.

Why would I lie to you?

That's it.
I'm shutting this thing down
before it gets any worse.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you work with someone long
enough, you learn to trust them.

When things go bad,
that trust is the difference
between life and death.

-Of course, knowing that doesn't
make it less terrifying--
-[ Santora ] Hey, Jimmy.

to back a play
you know nothing about.

We need to talk.
Listen, um--

I know this guy Shep.

I mean, he's a pain in the ass,
but his information is good.

Yeah? Because he told me
some story about a guy
who doesn't exist.

Maybe the guy does exist.
He could be one
of your own guys.

So, one more time.

This Flowers guy--
What did he look like?

He has, uh, slicked-back hair.

He was a muscle guy.

He wears those muscle shirts,
you know, to show off his arms.

That's the best I can do.
That's all I got.

That's Flowers?
You're sure?

Yeah. That's the guy
who told me about the kid.

- [ Groans ]
- Hey, hey, hey!

What is wrong
with you?

That's my guy.

Like you said,
my own guy is trying
to steal from me.

What guy?
His name's Jimmy.

The guy I sent to the diner
to look for Flowers?

Turns out
the son of a bitch
is Flowers.

He's supposed to be
watching the kid. Instead,
he's planning to rip me off.

Okay, look.
Things are a little hot
right now.

You can call it off.
[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Let the kid go.
Hell, just give him to me.

I'll tell his parents
I found him
wandering around.

It's too late for that.
He saw my face.

It's over. I gotta clean
this whole mess up.

- Whoa, whoa. What are you
gonna do with that?
- Listen.

You've been a stand-up guy.
I appreciate that.

And I don't wanna
cause you problems.

But that guy in there, Shep,
he's gotta die.

Now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Every profession has
occupational hazards.

Butchers cut themselves,
house painters fall off ladders,

and operatives get asked
to help kill their own people.

Hey, hey, hey!
You watch it, friend.

I got unis checking
on my interview.
Back off.

This is my snitch.
I gotta be able to explain
what goes on.

My own guys
are turnin' on me.

If he's part of it,
he's gotta go.
They all do.

I see. I'm just supposed to
sit back and hope none of this
blows back on me?

No way, pal!
That's not how
this goes down.

You got any ideas?
I'm listening.

Yeah. Yeah,
I say that, uh--

dropped him off
by the road.

I let him out 'cause
he was sick from the dope.

I'll just tell 'em
that-that he attacked me
and he tried to escape.

- Wait. You?
- Yeah. Don't you remember?
He's my prisoner.

How am I gonna explain a suspect
that's full of these
random bullet holes?

We'll have
the damn F.B.I. here.
It's better this way.

Put a few rounds in his chest
with my gun, but do it out
by the road, understand?

Your gun? What the hell
are you talkin' about?

Look, I gotta be able
to sell this story
to my department.

If I don't,
they're comin' after me.

Trust me.
It's better this way.
Come on.

Come on.

All right.
I'll go get Shep.

You get your guy
on the phone.

Tell him to sit tight.
I don't want this situation
any worse than it already is.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groaning ]

You all right, Mike?
Yeah.

You still pack
a pretty good punch, Sam.

Yeah. Well,
the good news is,

Santora's planning on
going back to the kid.

Fi followed their guy.

They're holed up
on an island
off the causeway.

And the bad news?

Santora wants to
kill you first.
[ Groans ]

I convinced him to do it
with my gun up on the side
of the road.

Make it look like you
were trying to get away.
How far's the road?

Couple hundred yards.
Guess it'll have to do.

Mike, if there was
any other way--
There isn't.

All right. When you
get free, take his car,
head to the causeway.

I'll get you
the address.

Good luck, Mikey.

Hey! Let's take a walk.

Listen. Listen!
You don't want to do this.

This-- I could
tell you more.

I could tell you
about Flowers
and the plan.

You don't want to do this.

I know plenty already.
I mean,
why shut this down?

There's money
to be made here, man!
I could help you.

We could split it 50-50!
Oh, yeah?

[ Sobbing ]
I don't want to die, man!
Please!

Please, I'm begging you!

[ Grunts ]

[ Santora Shouting ]

[ Shouting Stops ]

- [ Coughs, Gasps ]
- [ Car Alarm Chirps ]

[ Coughing ]

He got away!

What the hell
you talking about?
Where's my gun?

- He took it!
- He's got my gun?

We gotta find him now!

Could he be going
to meet up with Jimmy?
I don't know! Maybe.

- And you told Jimmy
to stay put with the kid?
- Yeah.

Where's the house?

We don't have time for this!
Where's the house?

Hibiscus Island.
What address?

I gotta know.
They got my gun!

Look, if I
go down for this,
so do you!

1313 Prospect Street.
What are you doing?
[ Beeping ]

They have
a security office
on the island.

I'll ask
if they've seen him.
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]
Yeah, Sam.

Yeah,
this is Officer Finley.
Uh, Miami P.D.

I'd like to know
if you've seen anyone go
to 1313 Prospect Street.

Uh, there's someone
going there right now.
[ Beeps ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]
Fi. I got the address.

[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Horn Honks ]

[ Rifle Cocks ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
People underestimate
the tactical importance...

of TV in urban warfare.

Guard duty's boring,
and a ball game passes
the time better...

than, say,
looking for intruders.

More battles have been decided
by pennant races...

than people imagine.

Brandon?
We're gonna take you back
to your mom and dad, okay?

Mm-hmm.

[ Tires Squealing ]

The junkie's here.

We do him and Jimmy first,
then the kid.

Okay. You cut through
the backyard. I'll cover you
from the front?

Okay.

Have fun in there,
you son of a bitch.

[ Male Announcer On TV,
Indistinct ]

Look who's here.
...center field
in the first inning.

- You thought you
could steal from me?
- What the hell are you saying?

Where's the kid?
I said, where's the kid?

I don't know.
He was just there.

I know what you did, Jimmy.
I know you're Flowers.
I know everything.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
Get that thing outta my face!

Put it down, now!
What the hell
are you talkin' about?

- You picked the wrong guy
to double-cross!
- Double-cross?

I've done everything
you ever said!
You sold me out to a junkie!

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's always best to have
business arguments unarmed.

When tempers are high
and everyone's got a gun,

you never know what's
going to set someone off.

[ Gunfire ]

[ Santora ]
Jimmy. Jimmy, don't!
[ Gunshot ]

I don't know what to say.
You don't have to
say anything.

Think about leaving Miami.
You don't want to be around if
Santora's friends come looking.

Oh, we weren't
planning to be.

We've, uh, talked about
making a fresh start...
somewhere else... together.

Thank you...
for everything.

You ready?
[ Chuckles ]

A fresh start...
together.

Kind of inspiring,
don't you think?

I'd settle for
staying out of jail.

Come on, Fi.
We got a date...

with a storage unit.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a front door
is being watched,

your best option oftentimes
is just to make a back door.

If you don't mind
getting damp,

a water saw
is a great tool for the job.

It will cut through the wall
much more quietly
than a metal saw...

and won't ignite
anything flammable
that happens to be lying around.

** [ Hip-hop On Speakers ]

[ Chattering, Squealing ]

Hey, Detective.
Would you like to come in?
I have some more receipts.

Cute. You know,
I finally did get a look...

at that storage unit
that didn't belong to you.

Find anything
interesting?

Yeah. I found a hole
in the back of the wall
and a puddle of water inside.

Yeah, the heavy rains
the other night... must have
done some funny things.

This isn't over.

- Did you make this?
- You like it?

I wanted this to be special,
so I cooked.

It's good.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Giggles ]

Happy birthday, Mike.
Beer.

A five-pack. Thanks.
Yeah. It's imported.

Supposed to be brewed
by some monks in Belgium.

It's, uh--
It's really good.

Or, you know,
so I heard.

Would you like some?
Yeah. Thanks.

[ Chuckles ] It's kind of
pricey, but I figured only
the best for you, Mike.

Would you like
a bottle opener, Sam?
Oh, no. I got one. Thanks.

Yeah. Never leave home
without it.

Sam, you need a bottle opener.
Why don't I show you
where it is?

[ Sighs ]
[ Sam ]
Okay.

Sure.

All right, Madeline.
Where's the bottle opener?

[ Clears Throat ]

It's a bayonet.

Used during
the First World War
for close fighting.

Fi. Thanks.

Well, someone once told me
that caring for you
is like trench warfare.

[ Whispering ]
So I thought you
should arm yourself.