All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S03E11.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

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 ]
In the intelligence community,

an invitation
to meet at a hotel pool
is an olive branch.

The person you're meeting
is offering you
multiple escape routes,

a crowd to mix in with...

and the virtual certainty that
nobody is concealing a weapon
in their bathing suit.

But if you're meeting
the kind of guy who arranges
coups d'état for a living,

it's still a good idea
to bring backup.

Champagne?

[ Exhales ]

Why don't we ever come
to these places for anything
other than surveillance?

[ Michael ]
I'm not seeing anyone who's
obviously here for a meeting.

I don't know why you're
willing to meet this Gilroy.

He sounds as bad as
the people who burned you.

He's worse. As far as I know,
they weren't selling
nuclear secrets...

to anyone
who can write a check.

If the price is right, Fi,
Gilroy will put anything
on the table.

Which makes this
little rendezvous...

not a very good idea,
in my opinion.

If he's here in Miami,
he's planning something big.
I need to find out what.

Gilroy already killed
your C.I.A. contact.

That's exactly
the point, Fi.

This man is
a freelance psychopath,

and I'm the only one
in a position who can
do anything about it.

Keep an eye out.

** [ Latin: Upbeat ]

** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

Westen.

[ British Accent ]
They say eyes are
the windows to the soul,

but I think hands
tell you so much more.

And you-- you have
a workingman's hands.

Well, I've never been afraid
to get 'em dirty.
So I've heard.

Company man gone bad.

I have to say, I find you
quite fascinating.

- I bet you say that
to all the girls.
- Only the ones I like.

I'm flattered.
You should be.

Most people bore me,
especially Americans.

Always some structure
to report to,
some memo to file.

Everything
in its proper box.

All your talk
of rugged individualism.

In my experience,
this is a nation of sheep.

Present company excepted,
of course.

Of course. And you?
How do you like to operate?

I see opportunities
and I take them. It's much
simpler, much more fun.

- Sounds like we're a lot alike.
- An associate
once told me that.

Tom Strickler.
You know him, don't you?

Oh, that's right.
You shot him.

I'm curious.
What led to the actual--

I did the work,
he banked the cash.

I just figured
I'd eliminate the middleman.

Eliminate him you did.

Unfortunately, it made a certain
C.I.A. agent take an interest
in Strickler's business.

And since I was
Strickler's business--

You arranged to have him fall
out of a fourth story window.

Yes.

Wasn't lost on me
that you showed up at the scene.
Why was that?

He wasn't just your problem.
I was Strickler's
business too.

Sounds like we have
a lot in common.
Why don't we work together?

Tempting. But you were
quite the Boy Scout once,

and the project
I'm working on is definitely
not for Boy Scouts.

Believe me,
I've been there and done that,
and I see where it gets you.

That's why I live
by a new code.

Fifty percent up front.

Hmm.

I'm not sure I'm ready
for that yet.

I'm still getting to know you,
getting to know all about you.

And your little
girlfriend up there.

[ Gunshot ]

Champagne's on me.

What's going on here, Sam?

I'm moving, Mike.
You found a place?

Yeah, sorta. I'm staying
with Miss Reynolds and her mom.

Isn't she
a little angry about--

Well, the whole car
getting wrecked thing?

Yeah, sure.
But you know,

sometimes a loss
can bring people together.
Huh.

Anyway--
I wish your mom would let me
keep some of this crap here.

It's just gonna have to
go into storage.

So I was thinking you might want
some of this stuff.
Look at that.

That would
go great at your place.

Or not.
How'd your meeting go
with Satan's spawn?

Gilroy won't deal with me
until he's convinced
I'm his kind of guy.

You got a whole damn
burn notice file
that says you are.

He's careful.
He's checking me out.

He'll look into the burn file,
keep an eye on me.

I just have to make sure
he likes what he sees.

Yeah, but playing
the rogue operative...

after everything you've done
to clear your name?

- Are you sure?
- I'm already out.

And if this is what I have to do
to get in with Gilroy,
I don't have much choice.

Hey, Sam? You got a visitor.
Says he's an old friend
of yours.

- Mack.
- Hey, man.

Been a long time.

- Sam!
- That's okay.

I deserve that.

Sam, Sam.
Hey. Easy, easy. Sam.

That one too, I suppose.

All right. Look, Sam.

I know you and I
have had our problems,
but I need your help.

Can I buy you a beer?
Please.

I'm not in a drinking mood.

Sam, who is this guy?

Oh, we served together
during my SEAL days.

You don't look
too excited to see him.

Yeah. We had a bit
of a falling out.

Anything you want
to talk about?

I'm sorry, Mike. I--

Maybe I'll just let him
buy me that beer.

I'll be all right.

So, uh, do you ever talk
to any of the boys
from the old unit?

Man, the SEALS
have come a long way.

Skip the small talk, Mack.
Why are you here?

All right.

Here's the deal.

After the navy, I took a job--
Houston P.D.

I work child abduction cases.

Most of the time,
it's same old thing.

Some mixed-up relative
snatches a kid 'cause of
some stupid argument.

Every once in a while,
you get a true predator,

and this one's the worst
I ever seen.

Name's Rincon.

I built a whole case
against him, enough to put him
away for three lifetimes.

We went to the house to get him,
busted down the door,

and the whole goddamn place
exploded.

I lost a couple
of my best men that day.

Sorry to hear that.

There was a report
on the incident, said that
I hadn't supervised...

the assault team properly,
but that wasn't true.

They still suspended me.
What happened to him?

They found
some remains in the house.
Nothing conclusive.

The brass couldn't admit that
the bad guy walked away though,
so they closed the case.

And you think
he's still alive?
I know he is.

Rincon knew he was going down,
so he faked his death,

and I traced
the sumbitch to Miami.

So you catch this guy,
you clear your name.
Is that the idea?

Sam, if I go down,

all my other cases
go up in smoke, and a lot
of bad guys could walk.

All right. Sorry.

Shouldn't have asked.

So, Mack, you figure
this is a two-man job?

Could use a third man,
if you know anyone.

I do, but I wouldn't
call her "the third man"
to her face.

Thank you.

Look, Sam,
about our dustup--
Let's not get into it.

We do this.
You go home.
That's it.

You got it.

- Hey.
- What can I do for you, Maddy?

You all right?
That was some cheap shot
you gave your friend.

Yeah, well,
he deserved a lot more
than that, believe me.

- So what happened with you two?
- Nothing that concerns you.

Well, it does concern me...

because I've never seen you
like this before.

And now you're doing some job
with this guy. How do you know
you can trust him?

My issues with him
are not professional,
they are personal,

which is why I would prefer
if you'd just stay out of it.

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]

So how do you know Rincon's
gonna show up here?

[ Mack ]
Rincon was importing drugs
from Mexico,

and I've been keeping track
of his old contacts.

Intercepted a call,
and... word is he's doing
a meeting here today.

So you can't take that
to the D.A.?

Ah, they're smart enough
not to use the guy's name.

Plus the phone tap
wasn't exactly legal.

[ Beeps ]
[ Fiona ]
Our guest has arrived.

Wow. Somehow he looks
even more like a child predator
and cop killer...

than he did in the picture.

All right.
[ Exhales ]

You sit tight.
We can't spook this guy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Neighborhood Watch is just
a nice idea in most suburbs.

But where you really
see it in action
is the inner city.

[ Whistling ]
Only there, it doesn't
protect against crime.

It protects against cops.

Just like cops have
drug-detecting dogs,

some neighborhoods
have cop-detecting kids.

Once the alarm goes out--
[ Whistling Continues ]

criminal activity shuts down
like a picnic when it rains,

and any fugitives
run like jackrabbits.

¿Chicle? ¿Policía?

They think we're police.
Fi, this is bad.

If Rincon thinks the cops
know he's here, he's gone.

Then we'll just have to show
everyone that we're not cops.

- [ Speaks Spanish ]
- What are you lookin' at?

- You want to hurry up
in there, sister?
- Want to stop distracting me?

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

[ Mack ]
So you stole this car?

What did you want us to do?
We had to prove to 'em
that we weren't cops.

You saw the place.
It's a no-fly zone for gringos.

Mike, uh, listen. I know
you're a little preoccupied
with this whole Gilroy business.

Yeah. He's going
to be a handful.

I think if Michael has time
for Gilroy, then he has time
for finding a child predator.

Okay. What's the problem?

Well, we didn't exactly
blend into the neighborhood
where Rincon's hiding.

The second we made our move,
the locals sounded the cop alarm
and he ran.

Once you get off
the side streets,
forget it.

You set one foot on the main
boulevard, you might as well
have a spotlight on you.

Any chance that Rincon
will pop up again?
No. This is our only chance.

This is over unless--
Hang on. He's probably
still in the area.

But if we can't go
looking for him--

Someone in the neighborhood
will have to look for us.

Someone with an ear
to the ground, someone
Rincon won't see coming.

Mike's right. Local gang'll
know the neighborhood
better than anyone.

Someone at the top
was smart enough to set up
a network of eyes and ears.

He'll be able
to find Rincon.

Wait. You're saying
we're gonna get the local
gang leader to help us?

You got a better idea?

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

So a buddy of mine pulled
some police files on this area.

Local gang leader's name
is Omar Hernandez.

His crew controls
this neighborhood.

Started out doing all
the normal gangbanger stuff.

You know, boosting cars,
running guns.

What's his business now?

Must be dealing drugs.
He got guys looking out
for the police.

Well, he's dealing drugs,
but not the kind
you're thinking about.

We got aspirin, cold medicine,
throw in some baby formula too.

Omar's the lead suspect
in a bunch of chain store
warehouse break-ins.

See, the bodegas
are fencing the stuff.

Got ourselves
a regular Robin Hood.

Yeah, and he knows how
to take care of business too.

Omar's last arrest was
for beating the bejesus
out of some guy...

who was smacking
his girlfriend around.

What?
You defending this guy?

You think this neighborhood
gets a lot of protection
from the cops?

I'm just saying, guy's a thug.
Getting him to find Rincon
for us, gonna be tough.

I'll have to be
extra convincing.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In an army,
a chain of command...

gets activated
by unusual events.

Tanks amassing on a border,
a hacking attack on
a central computer,

assassinations
of key personnel.

A street gang's
chain of command
is no different.

Showing up in a stolen car
and making a splashy entrance...

will get a message
sent up the ladder.

I'm looking for Omar.
Oh, yeah?

Well, we've been looking
for that car.

Well, you found it.
[ Scoffs ]

Sorry.
We don't know no Omar.

- [ Bones Crack ]
- [ Grunts ]

I'll be waiting for Omar
in there.

Here comes
the king of the barrio.

Omar,
he's in the supermarket
over there.

Nice suit.

What are you,
the devil or something?

Call me whatever you like,
but my name is Louis.

[ Scoffs ]
Just beat his ass,
Omar.

- What is it you want, Louis?
- A man named Rincon is hiding
in your neighborhood.

- You're gonna find him for me.
- Why would I do that?

Because his business
is hurting children,

and your business
is protecting them.

You seem to know a lot about me.
I don't know nothin' about you.

You know all you need to know.

[ Omar On Radio ]
You got a funny way
of talking.

You use words,
but you don't say nothin'.
I say what I mean.

Then let me say what I mean.
Yeah, I protect my people.

I provide for them.
If it wasn't for me
and my crew,

gangbangers one block over
would be doing drive-bys
in the middle of the street...

and little babies
would be going hungry.

See, I don't got time
to play with no devil
or whatever you think you are.

The devil wants Rincon's soul.
I just want the man.

The faster you give him to me,
the faster I go away.

- Or what?
- Or this.

[ Man ]
What the--

He's gone!

[ Madeline ]
Is that the bad guy?

Uh, it's more like the guy
who's supposed to go looking
for the bad guy.

Put a tracker and a bug
in his car.

How come you're not
out with Sam?

Your boy and Sam
got a peculiar way
of doing things.

Sam thought it'd be best
if I kept a watch on things
from here.

- What happened with you two?
- You know, with all
due respect, ma'am,

that's-- that's really
none of your business.

Oh. Well, I'm making it
my business.

He's my son's best friend.

And come to think about it,
he's mine too.

The point is,
I'm worried about him.

He's not himself,
with the drinking--

[ Chuckling ]
No, Sam's always liked his beer.

He's not drinking
is what I'm saying.

[ Exhales ]
All right.

Here it is.
You know he was married.

Oh. You screwed around
with his wife.

It wasn't that simple.

Yeah. Well, never is.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

What do we have, Sam?

Well, Omar's been talking a lot
about some crazy guy...

who wants him to find Rincon,
but he hasn't made a move yet.

[ Michael ]
Who's Mr. Personality there?
Oh, that's, uh, Felipe Vega.

They work together?
No. Vega runs
a bigger gang.

North Side 13.
They've been inching in
on Omar's neighborhood.

[ Michael ]
He's careful.
Yeah, and ruthless.

His crew's been busy
collecting scalps-- mostly rival
gangbangers, it looks like.

[ Vega ]
Like your neighborhood.

It's nice and clean.

Everybody seems so happy.

Is that a new car?
Ah, it's new enough.

[ Chuckling ]
Don't try to play me,
Omar.

I know you're
doing all right.

Pretty busy
inside there.

Now, you got my shipment?
Nah.

Everything I have,
I got people counting on it.

I told you I was
gonna be by every week.
And I told you I don't got it.

So you can keep
what you took last week--
What I "took"?

That sounds like
I stole something.

Let's get something straight.
That was payment
for protection.

You never know
who come in here,
start trouble for you.

- See what I mean?
- [ Bell Jingling ]

- [ Gasps ]
¡Suéltame, por favor!
- ¡Oye! ¡Oye!

Let me go!
[ Vega ] Hey, hey!
¡Ya, ya! ¡Afuera!

[ Vega On Radio ]
Now, do me and you
got a beef?

Nah.
You'll get your shipment.
Just get out of here.

"Get outta here"?
You're pushing it, Omar.

Now, you pack my stuff up
in a van--

the good stuff,
the prescription stuff.

My boys will pick it up
at your warehouse
over on 26th.

And, Omar,

don't try
and burn me again.

Vámonos.
[ Sam ] Looks like he's got
bigger problems than you, Mike.

- Guess I'll have to become
a bigger problem then.
- What are you thinking?

If that van Vega wants
goes missing,

Omar will have to deal with
whoever took it.

And that's you.

Okay. I guess we'll have to
get over to Omar's warehouse.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Because warehouses store
bulk items and not people,

they're usually built cheaply.

Most of the time,
the roofs are just plywood
and asphalt tiles.

Attach a hole saw bit
to a silenced drill,

and you can bore
through the roof without
attracting attention.

[ Beeps ]

If you want to create
a bigger opening,
a few ounces of C-4...

on the brackets
holding the door
in place will do the trick.

[ Beeping ]

All set, Mike.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

You'll be able
to stroll right in.
Yeah, Fi?

[ Fiona ]
Uh-oh. You got a visitor.

It's Gilroy in a Maserati
up the block.

What is he doing here?

Getting to know me.
I guess I'll have to
put on a good show.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Dominance in the battlefield...

isn't always about
the use of lethal force.

Sometimes it's more effective
to leave a few targets around
to spread the word.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

Rubber composite bullets
fired from a suppressed rifle...

won't kill your enemy.

[ Grunts ]

But it will
make them think twice
about staying in the fight.

What do you want?
I'm here for the van.

What van?

[ Explosion ]

That one.

Selling yourself
to an adversary...

is a bit like getting drafted
on a sports team.

You may look good on paper,
but eventually they'll want
to see you on the field.

Why the hell
are you following me?

Just curious about
where that van of yours
is headed.

I told you,
I have to get to know you.

You can do that without
compromising my operations.
I had to see you in action.

And I have to say,
you've lived up
to your reputation.

Such panache.
I love the suit.
Who are you wearing?

You're awfully confident
I won't shoot you right here.
Don't be.

Maybe I'm just
not that afraid
of rubber bullets.

You were awfully gentle
with those chaps
at the warehouse.

I was as gentle
as I had to be.

I can't have a homicide
detective poking around.
Hmm. Fair enough.

Is that why
you were following me?

To compliment me on my suit
and ask me stupid questions?

I came to see if you're the sort
of person I'd like to work with,
and it appears you are.

I'm glad you like
what you saw.

I have a little project
that may interest you.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, by the way,
who is the van for?

I don't kiss and tell.

Good to know.

Oh, Jesus.
I've been calling you.

I threw my phone away.
I think Gilroy used my phone
to triangulate my position.

He's good.
I just got that phone
two days ago.

- What did he want?
- He wanted to see if I was the
same kind of monster he is.

[ Imitating British Accent ]
Apparently, I am.

No, you're not.
But if you fake it long enough--

You don't have to
worry about me, Fi.

Look, I know you want to stop
whatever he's planning,

but can't we just shoot him
and get on with our lives?

Gilroy does work for hire.
He's the tip of
a very nasty iceberg.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
It doesn't end with him.

[ Beeps ]
Sam?

- Hey, Fi. Is Mikey there?
- Yeah, he's here.

He was looking
for you too.

Yeah, Sam?
I've been monitoring the fallout
from your warehouse stunt.

Omar's pretty freaked out
about his missing van.

I guess it's time
to see if he's ready
to help us find Rincon.

He's at the botanica
on 17th.

Omar.

I want the van! Now!
Where is it?

I can tell you where
it will be-- in your driveway
when you give me Rincon.

I'm not afraid of you, man.
You may have
some fancy little tricks,

but you're still
flesh and blood.

And believe me,
I know how to make you bleed.

You touch me, and your
whole world comes apart.

I'm not talking about
just your car.

I'm talking about
your house on East 18th Street,
your stores on River Drive, you.

There won't be
a place on this earth
that you can hide.

You give me Rincon,
and I'll disappear.

I'll need a few hours.

You're not packing
my Ice Babies, are you?

Uh, no. Maddy.
Those are staying behind.
Good.

'Cause you destroyed half my
Winter Wonderland collection
when you blew up my house.

- Come on now. I thought
we were past all that.
- We are.

I was just pulling
your chain. Ha!

[ Chuckles ]
The truth is, I was thinking
about replacing them anyway,

so it really didn't matter
what you did with them.

I mean, seriously,
why would I hold this
against you?

You talked to Mack,
didn't you?

Sam,

your marriage had been over
for years before he ever
said a word to your wife.

There's a code, Madeline.
You don't sit in another man's
canoe, period.

We're not talking
about a boat, Sam.

Yeah. And I'm not talking
about some creepy ice-skating
figurine either.

You let her go! Was she
supposed to be miserable
the rest of her life?

He took very good care
of her.

And I told you
to stay out of it.

You want to be like that?
Fine!

You still owe me
an ice-skating snowman!

[ Michael Narrating ]
The best defense isn't always
a show of force.

Keep an adversary in the dark
about what you're capable of...

and he has to assume the worst.

Jesus, man! ¡Carajo!

- We looked for your guy.
- You found Rincon?

Yeah, I found him.
You know how protected he is?

You had three hours
to give me Rincon,
not give me excuses.

You thought you were so smart,
right? Stealing that van
that Vega wanted?

Well, guess what.
That's who's protecting Rincon.

I hear they're business
partners, man.

Rincon's been supplying Vega
with drugs for years.

- You think he's gonna
give up that connection?
- Let me worry about that.

No, man! I gotta worry about it.
Me and Vega are this close
to going to war already.

If he finds out, man--
Look, I ain't afraid
to die, okay?

But my people?

Vega will go after everybody.

If you don't give me
what I want,

Vega will be the least
of your worries.

Rincon's hiding in
an abandoned housing project
on West 15th, Unit 402.

He's got some
of Vega's guys with him.

You better hurry.

And you better pray Vega
doesn't find out!

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're extracting
a heavily guarded target,

it's important to choose
the right entry point.

Guards watch windows and doors.

So if you come in
through the common wall
of a neighboring apartment,

you've got surprise
on your side, not to mention
a shower of shattered concrete.

Shh.

- What is it, Mike?
- It's a little too quiet
in there.

And a little too quiet
out there too.

Of course, surprise doesn't
count for much...

if you're walking into a trap.

[ Sam ]
Looks like Vega decided
to crash the party.

[ Mack ]
Hey, we got guys
coming up the stairs.

I hope you brought
enough rope, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Traditional rappelling requires
holding a rope with both hands,

which is inconvenient
if you're being shot at.

That's why Special Forces
are trained to rappel
in unconventional ways.

[ Grunts ]

Get down!

Go! Go!

[ Man Shouts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

It was a goddamn setup.

Your boy Omar
almost got us killed.

That doesn't make any sense.
He hates Vega. Just calm down.
Oh, the hell I will.

Omar sold us out.
That's funny--
you talking about betrayal.

Boys, fight
and get it over with,
or put a sock in it.

- You're gonna
want to hear this.
- What is it?

I've been listening
to the bug in Omar's car.
Vega tried to kill him too.

- [ Gunshots ]
- [ Omar ] Ah, goddamn it!
Get down!

- [ Man ]
Jesus, Omar! You're bleeding!
- [ Omar ] Go, go! Drive, man!

He got clipped in the arm.
I hope I screamed less
when it happened to me.

Vega found out Omar
was looking for Rincon.

He nearly got killed
because of us.

And Vega's
probably not gonna stop
until he finishes the job.

I can't believe I'm saying
this about a gangbanger,

but we oughta
do something
to help Omar.

Yeah.

[ Groans ]
Omar!

Man, you got some balls
coming here.

- You shouldn't
point guns at friends.
- Oh, now you're my friend?

- I can be.
- Man, we almost got killed
because of you!

Vega's got guys looking
all over for us.

He's gonna tear up
the whole neighborhood.

I should've shot you
while I had the chance.

You shoot me,
you'll still have
a problem with Vega.

You don't, Vega will have
a problem with me.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Vega and Rincon,
they're gonna take Miami apart
until they find you.

Why don't I save them
the trouble? I want you
to take me to them.

I will finish this
for both of us.

- Man, you're crazy.
- Hear me out.

Inside...

now.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

All right.
Just don't do nothin'.

I give him you.
That's not enough?

I gotta give him
my whole damn
neighborhood?

Vega has to believe he's won.

I don't know
about this, man.

He's gonna want to meet
on my territory,
make a big show.

You want him to.
He just has a few guys
with guns on his side,

and you have a whole
neighborhood on yours.

What about when we get inside?
Vega's gonna have that place
locked down tight.

He won't let any
of my boys in with us.
It's just you and me.

If everything goes right,
you and me is all we need.

I leave with Rincon,
you leave with Vega.

Are you ready to end this
or not?

I'm ready.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Camouflage is commonly
associated with jungle warfare,

but the truth is
that it's just as important
in urban settings.

You're bound to draw attention
setting up a bulletproof
barricade on the sidewalk...

or toting a concussion charge
down the street.

But fruit stands
reinforced with strips
of steel-belted tires...

and ice cream carts
packed with explosives...

blend right in.

Of course,
the ultimate Trojan horse
is a shackled prisoner.

Where have you
been hiding these?

A paranoid enemy
might go so far...

as frisking a hostage
who's wearing handcuffs,

but people tend not to check
if one of the handcuff links...

is made of polystyrene...

or if there's a listening device
in the pin lock.

He's clean.

Welcome to
my neighborhood, Omar.

Now, everyone said...

the people
in your neighborhood
were so loyal.

I don't see
none of 'em here.

You know, when you
started sticking your nose
in my business,

I figured you were
up to something, so I grabbed
one of your guys.

One hour with my knife,

he started spilling everything.

That's all you get
for loyalty-- one hour.

Yeah, I guess you're right.
You disappoint me.

Everyone said,
"Ooh! Omar will go down
in a blaze of glory."

[ Laughing ]

One little scratch on your arm,
you come crying to me like
a bitch to kiss my ring.

I think we just had
a misunderstanding,
that's all.

Misunderstanding?
[ Men Laughing ]

I like that.

Let's get this misunderstanding
cleared up right now.
Show me your mystery man.

Agárralo.

So we cool?
Cool?

Cool?
You think one freak in a suit
is gonna make things even?

Let me tell you something.

In my kingdom,
peace don't come cheap.

Today, I'll take
your neighborhood.

Tomorrow,
I'll take your woman.

It's a new world, Omar.
Get used to it.

Get these putos inside.

Come on.
Rest of you
stay out here.

If they want something,
shoot 'em.

[ Mutters ]

So, who are you?

I asked you a question.
Who are you?

You'll find out
soon enough.

[ Grunts ]

Are you a cop?

A cop?
You're not that lucky.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Sighs ]

Answers.

Tell me, what kind of man
comes looking for me dressed
in a suit like that?

What kind of man?
What kind of man preys
on children?

Did that bitch
who brought those charges
against me send you?

She was always whining
about her kid.

Tell me who you are,

or I will make this
so painful...

that you will beg for mercy,
and it will not come.

You don't know what pain is.

But you will, I promise.

Don't look at them.
They'll see what you really are.

Coward.

- Go to hell.
- Come with me.

** [ Hard Rock ]

[ Man Rapping ]
* Everybody get down
Everybody get down *

* Don't make a sound
Everybody get down *

* Everybody get down
Everybody get down *

** [ Continues ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

** [ Continues ]

Welcome to my neighborhood.

I made you a promise.

It's time.

** [ Ends ]

Miami P.D.'s
transporting Rincon
back to Houston.

He's lucky
he's not going back
in a body bag.

You and your friends
got a strange way
of doing things,

but, uh, guess
I can't complain.

Thank you, Sam.

Yeah, um,
about Amanda.

Just wanted to say,

thanks
for taking care of her.

I was never real good
about doing that.

I guess, uh, the mission
always came first.

Yeah, well, for what it's worth,
she left me too.

Don't think she ever
got over you.

Who could?

[ Laughing ]

You ever need anything--
I'll let you know.

Hey, Maddy, you feel
like having a beer?

- Come on.
- [ Chuckling ]

A lot of people are asking
about the guy in the suit.

I don't know
what to tell them.

I'm just the guy
that helped you get back
on top, that's all.

Still can't
figure you out, man.

Honestly, Omar,

don't try.

Hey, Fi.
Thanks for coming.
Shut up!

There's something
that I have to say.

You want me backing you up
on more of these little
Gilroy meetings,

then you're gonna hear me out
right here, right now.

In another one of these
little, wasted hotel rooms,

you are gonna
get yourself killed.

You're gonna wind up dead.

Um, I'm not dead yet.

You know, I have more
ammunition in this case
than I need.

You want to be quiet,
or you want me
to start using it?

[ Sighs ]
Sam doesn't agree with me,

and I didn't want
to worry your mother.

Otherwise, this would be
a full-scale intervention.

You... work... too... hard.

Fi, I--
Shh--

I appreciate what you did
finding Rincon,

and there's maybe a little
part of me that understands
what you're doing with Gilroy.

But that cannot be what you do
all day, every day!

You cannot keep
burning the candle
at both ends, Michael!

How do you expect to stay
focused when you exhaust
yourself like this?

You need a life,
or you're gonna wind up dead.

It's just basic
operational sense.

Are you finished?

Sure. Fine.
** [ Ballad ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Woman ]
* Don't listen too hard *

* The words I say won't last *

- Where do you want me?
- * One minute more *

* Than they should *

How 'bout right here?
* I understand you *

Gilroy said...

he would call here...

for the place and the time
of our meeting.

He said
he would call here...

tomorrow morning.

* I seen you flying *

* I won't let you down *
Michael, did you
ask me here to--

Like I said,
I'm not dead yet.

* Don't listen too hard *

* The words I say won't last *

* One minute more *

* Than they should **

Hello.
[ Gilroy ]
Good morning, Westen.

Gilroy, you're up early.
As are you.

Surprising, given what
a busy boy you've been lately.
Oh?

Oh, no need to be coy.

I hear there was a certain
transfer of power in a certain
section of Little Dominica...

that a certain someone
had a role in facilitating.

I wouldn't know about that.
You really don't
kiss and tell, do you?

- Since you're up, any chance
we could have a chat?
- I'd love to, but, uh--

But you have a more
pressing engagement?

You could say that.

Don't keep me waiting.
So we're in business?

Yes, we are.
And there's lots of work
to be done.