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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 ]
Spies come from
all walks of life,

and no two are exactly alike.

But whether they're a burned
former operative,

a beautiful bomber
with a temper
or a hard-drinking ex-SEAL,

they all share one trait:
punctuality.

- [ Sam Chuckling ] Hey.
- Showing up on time
means you're 15 minutes late.

It's noon, Michael.
Where the hell
is this guy?

[ Sighs ]
You think he's
still coming?

Look, I wouldn't mind,
honestly, if Jesse
just faded into the mist.

I really don't think we need
a counterintelligence agent
joining our merry band.

Jesse's investigating
the same people we are, Sam.

They nearly killed
everyone at this table.
I say we hear him out.

Sure. Get a guy fired,
ruin his life.

I'd say you owe him
a mojito...

and a friendly shoulder
to cry on
at the very least.

- I didn't burn him
on purpose, Fi.
- He may not see it that way.

- Let's try
not to mention it.
- Ah. Here we are.

Looks like Jesse
got here on time after all.

People. On the house.

With Carlito's
compliments.

Nice guy. I see why
you guys like
coming here.

I told you this place
was secure.

Hey, no offense, man.
Can't be too careful.

What I'm about to hit you guys
with is pretty heavy, so if
anybody feels uncomfortable...

discussing
code-clearance matters
of national security,

he might just wanna,
you know, leave.

All right. Fair enough.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

About a year ago,

I'm working for
the Defense Department, get
wind of some nasty business--

bombings, assassinations,
kidnappings, you name it.

It was global,
but it looked like
there was a pattern to me.

Is that what brought you
down to Miami?

Yeah, yeah. I was looking
at weapons supply lines
into the hottest spots.

Found a connection
right here at the port.

Lot of guns coming off of ships
that passed through Algeria.
You got a source?

I made contact with a guy
shipping artillery
for one of the operations.

- Told him I wanted to move
some guns of my own.
- Did you get a name or a face?

We spoke on the phone.
He had this, uh--
this trippy voice.

It was, like--
[ Raspy Voice ]
sort of a low hiss.

- [ Normal Voice ] It was weird.
So I called him Cobra.
- Cobra?

[ Chuckling ]
I'm sorry. That's just a--
a crappy code name.

Oh. Well, maybe you
can make up the code names
when it's your investigation.

How about that?
So I was supposed to meet up
with him a couple weeks ago.

He didn't show up.
I don't know
if he got cold feet or what,

but if we can find him,
we can crack this thing
wide open.

Looks like we're gonna
spend some time
down on the docks.

Now, hold on, Mike.
This sounds dangerous.

Before you sign us up
for this mission,

I wanna ask our friend here
a very important question.

What kind of snacks
do you like?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Identifying an illicit
weapons shipment...

from a specific country
isn't as simple
as checking manifests...

or spotting a flag
on a ship.

It's too easy for arms dealers
to fake both.

But phony paperwork
and false flags...

won't stop crew members
from telling you
the straight story.

Chat up the right deckhand,
and you can learn...

where every shady piece of cargo
came on board.

There's no substitute
for human intelligence.

Okay.
Nice talkin' to you.

[ Cell Phone Rings,
Beeps ]
Go ahead, Jesse.

[ On Speaker ] No luck.
Crew caught diseases in half
the ports in the Middle East,

but they didn't dock in Algeria.
[ Fiona ] Well, I have
more bad news for you, Jesse.

You are never
packing the cooler again.
Spray cheese and bologna?

Ew.
[ Laughs ]
You're welcome.

- Oh, look at this.
- [ Man ]
Come on, Hank.

Look at this. Looks like the
same two scumbags that were here
on Tuesday swipin' flat-screens.

- [ Indistinct ]
- Come on, little fella.
At least take a swing.

He's probably afraid to.
This port's got
some gang trouble.

You know what?
I'm getting a little tired...

of watching these poor bastards
getting shaken down
every other day.

Got nothin' to do
with Cobra, Jesse.
Scumbags get a pass today.

[ Phone Beeps ]
I don't think they do.

[ Michael ]
We can't blow
our surveillance!

Aaah!
We don't wanna hurt ya.

Hey!
White '97 Corolla. Hi.

You dinged my car
in the parking lot, buddy.
What? I drive a Cadillac.

I parked in the street.
You drive a Cadillac,
or did you park on the street?

Which is it,
you lying son of a bitch?
Make up your mind.

What are you lookin' at,
little man? Got nothin' to do
with you. Get out of here.

Hey, hey.
He's not goin' anywhere.

No, no, no.
This is between me and you.

Are you deaf?
Do what I say.
What'd I say?

- [ Man ]
He's not goin'--
- [ Grunts ]

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Hammer Cocks ]

I like this guy.

Are we good here?
'Cause we should get back--
No, no, no. It's okay.

I was just telling Hank here
how we work undercover for
one of the shipping companies.

Well, that's us--
undercover shipping people.

- Yeah. What-What company
is that again?
- We can't really talk about it.

You know, big corporations
like to keep everything
quiet.

Hank was just sayin' the dock's
been having some trouble.

- I told him we could help.
- [ Hank ] I doubt it.

Guys who busted up my arm--
mobbed up.

They've been pressuring me
and some of the other
security staff...

to help 'em steal stuff
out of the containers.

Have you tried going
to the police?

Yeah. Buddy of mine, Richie,
he went to the police.

They found him facedown
in his pool. You think
I wanna end up like that?

Probably not.

Can't go against these guys.
I keep hearing about the boss--
Tony Caro.

He's ruthless.
On the day of the funeral,
he shot up Richard's house--

Richie's wife and kid
still inside.

- Charming.
- It sounds like
straight-up racketeering.

There's gotta be something
we can do, right?

Set some cameras up,
get a little eavesdropping
equipment in here?

Hank, why don't you
call in sick for the next
couple days,

see if you can
let that hand heal?

You guys really gonna help me?

Apparently.

[ Michael ]
Jesse, we didn't spend
all this time on the docks...

to help a guy deal
with some mobsters.

Hey, I'm just doing
what you did for me.

You see someone in trouble, you
don't stand on the sidelines.

Isn't that
what you're all about?

What company
do we work for, Jesse?
Do we get uniforms?

I told Hank what he needed
to hear to make him
comfortable, all right?

Oh, is he gonna
be comfortable
when you wire him up?

A few cameras
and some eavesdropping--
That's your plan?

We get enough tape on these
guys, we can wrap it up in
a nice little bow for the cops.

- What's wrong with that?
- Hank's not trained.

Do you know what happens to
people who are not trained
in the field? They die.

I'm not trying
to get him killed.
I'm trying to solve his problem.

And maybe ours.
Hank can be someone we can work
for shipping documents.

A paper trail may be
our best hope for finding Cobra.

You know, he's actually right,
Michael.

How about,
before we do
anything,

we find out
exactly what
we're up against?

** [ Cuban ]

** [ Men Singing
In Spanish ]

So I checked in
with my cop buddy on
the organized crime task force.

He gave me this beast.

It's like a Yellow Pages
for Florida's connected.

I guess they had a few left over
from the RICO days.

- Turns out this is their
favorite watering hole.
- This is a mob bar?

[ Chuckles ]
You were expecting red leather
booths and Frank Sinatra?

It's Miami, Mike.

I assume the guy in the suit
is the boss.

[ Sam ]
Yup. Tony Caro.

He supposedly runs things
in South Florida for
a crime family up in New York.

[ Michael ]
What else do we have on him?

[ Sam ]
Well, just that he's Miami born
and bred.

He was a suspect in seven
murders, but was never
so much as charged.

The guy's Mr. Clean.
[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Maybe it's time
we threw a little dirt on him.

[ Madeline ]
I can't believe
I'm out of lemon juice.

Will lime juice do?

I don't know, Madeline.
You know, it depends.

Are you willing to settle
for B-plus hummus? I'm not.

I'm kidding. Ha, ha.

[ Laughs ]
It'll be fine.

All I gotta do
is add my secret ingredient.

[ Whispers ]
Cumin.
Mmm.

You know, it's funny.
Seems like the only thing
I know about you...

- is you like
your food extra spicy.
- [ Chuckles ]

What is it you do again?
Michael said what,
government work?

I used to. Yeah.
Mmm.

Does that have anything
to do with why...

you always leave the house
through a different door...

or you never park your car
in the same spot
on the street?

- [ Chuckles ]
- Superstitious, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

- I think he's here to see me.
- Course he is.

Your mom is no joke.

Give most counterintel agents
a run for their money.

I'm surprised
she hasn't broken you yet.
Oh, trust me. I can handle it.

What's the latest
on our mob problem?
Well, they're careful.

Best bet is
to convince them...

that the feds are onto
their port operation,
get them to walk away.

Okay. How do we do that?
We aren't doing anything.

Uh, yes, we are.
I want in on it.

They've seen
your face, Jesse.
I need to get ears on them.

Okay. So you're gonna bug
a bunch of wise guys?

Good luck with that.
They'll be looking for it.

Trust me.
I can handle it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Ideally, a bug
should never be seen by anyone,

but when there's a possibility
it may be,

it's best to make it look
like something people
won't want to touch.

A wad of gum stuck
to a balled-up piece
of tissue...

and a sprinkling
of whatever's in your lint trap
will usually do the trick.

Okay, that's disgusting.
Thanks, Sam.

What do you have?
Proud of this one, Mikey.

Figured we needed a guy...

who had to appear willing
to sell information
to a mobster, right?

So, went through a few files
and I found a guy whose identity
you could borrow...

and whose history
over the last six months
you could make up,

and nobody would
know the difference.

Suspense
is killing me, Sam.
Ned Gordon.

Recently suspended F.B.I. agent.

Real guy apparently is
on a drinking binge somewhere
in the Alaskan wilderness.

Here you go.
What do you think?

- Not bad, Sam.
- Not bad?

Short of being in
the federal computer system,
you are all set.

Now all you need
is a cheap sports coat
and some ugly shoes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Organized crime bosses,

like senior administrators
in any business,

have a lot of people
who want to meet with them.

Hang around long enough,
asking for some face time,

and you can get yourself
on the schedule.

But don't count on the
receptionist offering you coffee
while you wait.

[ Man ]
Listen, you son of a bitch!

I'm doing you a favor
letting you sell those TVs
in your store!

I'm sorry. It's my son.
I needed to buy
some medicine.

When am I gonna get my money?
Today in the afternoon,
I swear.

Don't let this happen again,

or your kid's gonna have other
problems that no amount of
medicine's gonna fix.

You understand me?
You understand me?

Get-Get him out of here
before I kill him.

[ Exhales ]

- This the guy?
- Says his name's Ned.

You've been standing in front
of my place for half a day.

- You got something you want
to talk to me about?
- Yeah.

If I, uh-- If I had some,
uh, information about
an ongoing investigation...

into you--
into this place,

I mean, how much would
that be worth to you?

Investigation?
I don't know what
you're talking about.

No, I'm not. I'm--
I'm just asking.

If I had information--
ballpark, approximate--

how much would that
be worth to you?

Tell you what.
Why don't we take it like this?

You tell me who you are
and what you got,
and I'll decide what it's worth.

No, you know what? Forget it.
You know, I should just--

[ Groans ]

[ Clears Throat ]
It's too late
for "forget it," my friend.

Who are you?

Inside left jacket pocket.

What's this? You're a fed?

- Didn't you frisk this guy
before you brought him in?
- Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
No.

I used to be
with the Bureau,
but I'm on leave.

Suspension.
For what?

Whiskey, all right? I--
I'm clean now.

So you want to talk
about my personal life,

or do you want to hear
what I have to say?

All right.

I'll hear you out,
Mr. Former Special Agent
Ned Gordon.

Here's what you'll do.

Dean and I are gonna meet you--
[ Sheet Tears ]

at this place... at 4:00.

All right?
Oh, one other thing.

[ Groans ]

Don't ever
come back here again.

Ever.

Get him outta here.

[ Fiona ]
Tony should be here
any minute.

Stay sharp.
Yeah.

Tell that to Michael.
Hopefully he can sell this.

And here they come.

- Where's Tony?
- Tony's not coming.

Wh-What do you mean,
he's not coming?
You-- He said--

There's just one problem,
Special Agent Gordon.

You're not
Special Agent Gordon.

[ Groans, Coughs ]

You want to tell us
who you really are?
[ Groans ]

- Take the shot.
- Wait.

Wait? Take the shot.
What are you doing?

I'm giving him a chance
to get out of there.

We start putting holes
in people,
things are gonna get ugly.

[ Groaning, Gagging ]

Don't want to talk?

- Huh? What? Okay.
- [ Gasping, Coughing ]

You got time...

to change your mind.

Tony said to kill you real slow.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!
Okay! Okay, I'll talk.

I'm gonna talk.
I'll talk. I'll talk.
I'll talk.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Holding someone's arms
behind their back...

is a good technique
for a bully on the playground,
but it leaves you very exposed.

- I'm gonna talk.
- A well-placed kick
right beneath the knee...

will cripple your opponent,

and a crippled opponent
can be a great weapon.

Guy can handle himself.
I'll give him that.

He has his moments.

[ Sam ] Listen, Mike. I think
I found out how Tony knew
that you weren't F.B.I.

Listen to what I got
off the bug earlier.

[ Tony's Voice ]
I called my guy at the F.B.I.

That son of a bitch
was trying to play us.

Oh, he's got a fed
in his pocket. Nice.

That would explain how
he avoided getting busted
all these years.

So why are we here, Sam--
so you can tell us
Tony's untouchable?

Have a little faith, Mike.

I think I found a new angle.
Now, you see that guy
in there talking to Tony?

That's Gio Russo.

He's a lieutenant in
the same New York crime family
that Tony works for.

According to the cops,
he's down here on "vacation."

Turns out he's down here
to squeeze Tony.

Let's have a listen.
[ Gio ]
Not another word, Tony.

I didn't come down here
to watch the situation
get worse.

[ Tony ]
Is it my fault
that the economy's down?

You think I'm not riding
the docks hard enough?
Why don't you calm down?

This is calm!
You want to see pissed?

Come in 15 grand light
again next week,
you'll see pissed.

[ Beeps ]
It's been like that
all afternoon.

It's bad news for Hank.
Tony's not gonna
stop squeezing him.

Yeah, but it means
he might be desperate enough
to make a stupid move.

If we can get him to do some
dirty work himself,

we can get him busted
for something his fed buddies
can't get him out of.

Sounds like he needs
a little push.

He knows me, Sam.

I think it's time for him
to meet Chuck Finley.

Now, that's a code name.

How's it going, man?
[ Exhales ]

I know. I know.
Listen, we're working
on your Tony problem.

It's gonna take
a little more time, okay?

I can't stay away
from the docks any longer.
People are asking questions.

I don't even know
what security company
you guys are with.

Hank, that's not something
we can talk about.
It's for your own safety.

National security, okay?

Yeah, about that--
I got those papers
you wanted.

Got F-178s and manifests
from every ship from Algeria
in the last three months there.

This is perfect.
Oh, yeah. This will help.
Thank you.

How, exactly?

Just go home
and get some rest, Hank.
All right?

[ Door Opens ]

- Hey.
[ Chuckles ]
- Hey. What can I do for you?

I'm sorry to bother you.
I just, uh--

I found some of Michael's
old things in a closet,

and I thought maybe
you could use them.

I've got, um,
comforter and some pillows...

and, um, another lamp.
[ Laughs ]

Seeing how dark it gets in here,
I just thought--
make you feel more at home.

Thank you. Thank you.
You didn't have to.

Wow. You saved
a lot of Michael's stuff.
[ Chuckles ]

Miss having him around?

Yeah.

How about you?
Is this your mom?

Yeah.

- When did she die?
- Who said she was dead?

This photo's been
in your wallet a long time.

Looks like it's well cared for.

Wow. Uh, yeah.

Yeah.
She actually passed away
when I was nine.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What happened?

Uh, she was killed
during a robbery
at a convenience store.

She was working
the graveyard shift.

Uh, killer ran off
with less than 50 bucks,
and she bled out on the floor.

There was people watching
from the parking lot too.

Nobody did anything.

So, uh, by the time
the cops got there,
she was dead.

Now you've hooked up
with Michael.

Gonna try and save the world.
[ Chuckles ]

Something like that, yeah.

[ Cell Phone Rings,
Beeps ]

Yeah, Sam.

Yeah. Let me get changed.
I'll be right there.

** [ Techno-pop ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman ]
* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

* La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la *

[ Michael Narrating ]
Grabbing someone
who travels with protection...

is about finding the moments
when they're least protected.

* I got the beat
Unstoppable *

* I got the beat
Unstoppable *

Fortunately, even
the most paranoid gangster...

insists on doing
some things alone.

* You don't like-- **

Executing a successful
close-quarters assault
is all about setting the stage.

You'll want to dull
any reflective surfaces,

corral your target
into a corner...

and hit him
when he's most vulnerable.

Easy. Easy, now.

[ Groans ]
Night, night.

And it never hurts to have
a prearranged exit strategy.

You really think you can scare
this dude into pulling something
that'll get him busted?

Oh, I know I can.
Really?

'Cause you don't look
that scary.

You haven't seen
Chuck Finley in action.

** [ Dance On Speakers ]

Sorry. Coming through.
Somebody can't handle
his liquor.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Tony ]
You know who I'm with?
You know who I am?

I'm a made guy.
You touch me--

[ Chuckles ]
You're gonna threaten me
with the family?

Who do you think
wants you dead?

Look, you know
as well as anyone
you haven't been earning.

[ Knife Clatters ]

Is it Gio?
Is Gio behind this?

You didn't hear it from me.

Wait a minute.
You don't want to do this.
What do you want? Money?

I got 20 grand.
[ Chuckles ]

Twenty grand? You're funny.

Come on.

If you wanted to kill me,
I'd be dead already.
Nah.

I just like the company.

Look, it's nothing personal,
but I got a job to do here...

or it's my ass
swinging in the wind.

It's just the way
of the wild, brother.

You don't see
the gazelle bargaining
with the lion, do you?

Listen to me.
Listen to me!

Hey, hey, hey.
You don't want to wake
the other guests, do you?

Look, if you're
gonna keep bellyaching
while I'm shining Mr. Slicey,

we're gonna have
to go back to Mr. Needle.

Wait a minute.
Now, hold on a second.

What's your name?

- Chuck.
- Chuck, let me talk
to New York.

- I'll clear it with them.
- No. You know New York only
listens in 50s and hundreds.

Now, look, you got a couple mil
you can kick upstairs,
maybe they'll listen.

But, seriously,
this is so much easier.

Wait, wait. I can get it!
I can get the money!

Yeah? How? You got
some kind of score that can
pull down that kind of cash?

I don't think so.
Yeah. Hey, hey--
At the docks.

Yeah, they got
a big shipment coming in.
Oh, it's huge.

I was just gonna
skim it, but, you know,
we can hit the whole thing.

Five mil, easy.

Hmm. So you're just
gonna waltz in there...

and take five million dollars
off the docks by yourself?

Hey. I got guys in my crew.

No. Gio has guys
in your crew.

All right, look.
I'm telling you,
I can do this!

Just give me 48 hours.

I'll cut you in.
Say, a mil.

Now is not the time
to write checks
that you can't cash.

No! No! No, no, no!
I'll get you the money,
I swear!

All right. Fine.

Forty-eight hours.
One mil.

'Cause I like you.

All right. Run along now.

But don't be a stranger,
you understand?

'Cause if I have
to find you again,
I'm not gonna be so friendly.

And neither will Mr. Slicey.

[ Jesse ]
So check this out.

I cross-referenced
the documents
we got at the docks,

figured out which shipment
belonged to our boy Cobra.

Cobra-- That name.
Live with it.

Anyway, the weapons went
from Algerian ships
on the port...

onto the trucks,

and they show up again
at the Opa-Locka Airport.
Any idea where they're headed?

There's no way of telling.
The manifests are all forged.

I'm trying to figure out which
hangar they went to though.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
My guess is that Cobra
is working out of there.

[ Beeps ]
Yeah, Sam.
How'd it go with Tony?

Yeah, Mike.
I got good news
and bad news.

Good news is, Tony's
gonna hit the docks--
something big.

Bad news?
Well, he's back
at his place...

making calls to his crew
to pull off the score.

I tried to convince him
that he couldn't trust 'em,
but I guess he's sentimental.

Well, we'll just have
to cure him of that, won't we?

Right there with you, Mikey.
Already called Fi.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Convincing a general that
he can't trust his soldiers...

is an ancient
and time-honored strategy.

In ancient Rome, staging
a botched assassination...

usually involved
poisoning a few slaves.

Today, the same effect
can be achieved...

with a cheap cell phone--
[ Beeps ]

and a brick of explosive.
[ Beeping ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Hey, there.

Got your message.
What's up?

You know how, uh,
you said my guys
couldn't be trusted?

Indeed, I do.
You were right.

They just tried to take me out.
Well, then we have
a problem, don't we?

'Cause I seem
to recall I was promised
a million dollars.

I can get the money,
all right.
Yeah?

Yeah.
How?

You and me, together.
We can do this.

Listen, it'll be
a great score. You put
the guys together and--

If I put together
the crew, my cut's gonna be
a lot bigger than a mil.

Fine.
Two million dollars.

That's more like it.
All right, I tell you what.

You come up with a plan.
I'll make some calls,

put together some manpower.

All right.
I'll be in touch.
Hey, Tony.

I'm really glad I didn't
cut you into little pieces.

Don't make me regret
my decision, huh?

[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike. It's me.

Looks like
I'm Tony's new partner.

Hank, it's not
that complicated.

Tony's gonna try to rob
the docks. We're gonna make
sure he gets caught doing it.

He gets busted,
his operation rolls up
and your problem goes away.

Wait. But you're gonna
actually help him do this?

Nothing's gonna get stolen.

We just have to make sure
that the mouse goes
after the cheese.

- And when he does--
- [ Hank Grunts ]

Shouldn't we talk to the police?

Hank, we're not supposed
to tell you this.

Tony's got an F.B.I.
agent in his pocket.
He'd just get tipped off.

- This is how it has to be.
- All right.
What do I have to do?

Well, that's
the good part, Hank.
You get to be the hero.

You get to be the one
who stops the heist.

[ Michael ]
Sam's gonna be meeting
with Tony later.

You just go to work.
Everything'll be fine.

Yeah, okay.
See you guys later.

[ Exhales ]
Sam's gonna need some backup.

I'm there.

Fi, you know
as well as I do...

that Tony's going to be
expecting Sam's
right-hand man to be,

well, a man.

Looks like I'm coming off
the bench then.

Now, the shipment's
coming in there. Usually
we just hit a few crates,

but if we take this whole thing,
it's gonna be a hell of a score.

What's in the crates?
Microprocessors.

You know, the stuff
they put in computers.

50,000 units.
Street value,
five million dollars.

I guess that would explain
the security--

electric fence,
gate, rent-a-cops.

The shipment's
gonna be in a box truck
inside that warehouse.

You guys get in there,
you're gonna be able
to drive right out,

- and I'll take care
of the sales, any--
- Hold on.

We're going in there?
Yeah.

Uh-uh. You're coming with us.

Uh-- No, no, no, no.
You don't understand.

I don't do
that stuff anymore.

You see, I paid my dues.
I'm a boss.

Well, my friend,
you will not be a boss
for much longer...

unless you plan
on coming with us.
I'm not doing it.

Look, Tony.
You're on a team with Chuck,
he takes care of you.

- I'm not gonna do it.
- He takes care---

Tell him about the time you
saved your Navy SEAL buddy
in El Salvador.

Come on.
Tell him, man.

[ Clears Throat ]
It was the '80s. Uh--

I led a fact-finding team
into the country.

There were five of us,
including my buddy Pete.

Course, the death squads
were none too happy to see us.

So we came under fire,
and Pete took one in the spine.

He wanted me to dump him,
leave him behind.

I sent the team ahead,
and Pete and I holed up
in some church...

for a couple days,
living off
of communion wafers.

Finally a couple Blackhawks
airlifted us out of there.

The point is,
no man left behind.

That's the promise I make,
the promise I keep.

That's a hell
of a story, Chuck.

[ Mouths Words ]

So what do you say?
You in?

Yeah, I'm in.
Let's do this.

What the hell was that?

What? The story?
Michael mentioned it.
No. It's not just a story.

This is me.
It's my real life.

I don't pimp my past
to bad guys.
You understand?

It worked, didn't it?

Bingo. Bingo!

[ Beeping ]

Hey, Michael. It's Jesse.
I need to talk to you, man.

Yeah. I heard about
what happened with Sam.

Word to the wise.
Stay out of his war stories
from now on.

Come on, man.
The guy's an ex-Navy SEAL.

He probably told
that story a million times.
That's not the point, Jesse.

You know, okay.
Point taken. Point taken.
That's not why I called.

Listen, I think I found
Cobra's warehouse
at the airport.

- Well, I think
we should get over there.
- Yeah. I think we should.

I'm gonna come pick you up.
All right.
[ Door Opens ]

Fresh baked chocolate chip!

Hey.

What? Word got out
about my cookies, huh?

Oh.
[ Laughs ]
Heading out somewhere?

Yeah. I'm gonna go
meet Michael.

That doesn't
narrow it down much.

- You're not gonna stop,
are you?
- What?

You're just gonna
keep on pushing
till you find out who I am,

so I'm gonna save us
both some time, all right?

I was
a counterintelligence agent
up until about a month ago,

when I was... fired.

Uh, somebody
used my security access
to steal some classified files.

Lucky for me, your son was there
to help me.

Was he?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah. He saved my life.

You raised a good man.

You should know that.

I'll see you later.
All right?

Well, if it is
Cobra's hangar,
he's not here now.

I wish he was, just
so we could ask him...

what he thinks
of the code name Cobra.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Jesse ]
Ah, it's the same
tail number as the plane...

he used
to move his weapons.

What do you think?
We could wait
for him.

There's no telling
when he'd show up.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One reason it's tough
to pull off the perfect crime...

is destroying evidence
leaves its own evidence.

If a section of floor
has been cleaned
with a powerful surfactant,

it sticks out like
a drop of bleach on a shirt,

begging the question:
what did someone go
to so much trouble to clean?

Is that grease?

Blood. Looks like somebody
was dumping a body.

Think it was Cobra?
That would explain
why he disappeared.

Well, if it was him,
he'll be tough to find.

Dump a body this way,
it just drops out of the sky
when the landing gear deploys.

Guess we're gonna
have to track down
the last place this baby flew.

Yeah. We're all set, Tony.

The team's ready.

Oh, you're excited?
Uh-huh.

W-- Well, it's not exactly
like the mission
in El Salvador.

I-- I guess they're similar.

Yeah.
Okay, I'll see you there.
[ Beeps ]

[ Groans ]
The guy will
not stop calling me.

He thinks he's part
of a frickin' platoon now.

Aw, he likes you, Sam.
Yeah, I don't need friends
like that,

'cause when this is over,
he wants me to kill his whole
crew, families included.

The guy's a piece of work.

What's up, Hank?
He's gonna see me.

Look. By the time he sees you,
he's gonna be halfway
to prison.

So just stick
with the plan, Hank.
It'll be fine.

This is it?
This is the whole team?

I got a few others around.
What about on the road,
looking out for cops?

Yeah. Around the perimeter too.
Don't worry. I got it covered.
Right. We're on the clock here.

Three minutes from the time
we breach the fence
to the time we drive out.

- Anything goes wrong,
we scatter and regroup.
- Roger that.

- Road team set?
- Set.

- Perimeter team set?
- [ Gruff Voice ]
Set.

- Sniper team, set?
- [ Southern Accent ]
Set.

I got eyes on security.
South side of the building.

[ Sam ] Take the shot.
Give 'em a flat tire
as they come around the corner.

[ Michael ]
Roger that.

Security car disabled.
Copy that.

Okay, we're good to go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're cutting through
a high-powered electric fence,

you need more
than rubber gloves
and a pair of thick-soled shoes.

Covering a fence
with spray-on insulation...

and using a set
of fiberglass-handled
bolt cutters...

will keep you from lighting up
like a Christmas tree.

Hold on there, Chuck.
All right, you're clear.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A shaped charge large enough
to go through a wall...

is also large enough
to let everyone
for several miles...

know what you're doing.

A smaller charge
can be just as useful...

and a lot less noisy.

A hydraulic spreader
puts out enough pressure
to rip a door off a Humvee.

Placed correctly,
it will make short work...

of reinforced concrete.

Five million dollars!
It's a beautiful thing.

We can admire it later.
Get it started.
Let's get outta here.

[ Door Handle Rattles ]

We got two minutes.
[ Electrical Sparking ]

[ Engine Starts ]

All right.
I'll get the guard
to open the gate.

- Meet me on the other side.
You got it?
- I'll be there.

All right, Hank.
This is it. Open the gate.
You sure about this?

Look. We've already called in
the stolen truck.

Every cop in Miami's
gonna be waiting for him
about a mile from the port,

but he's not gonna be there
unless you open the gate now!

Okay, good.
Take my gun and lead me out.

You sell this, we're home free.

Just point the end
with the hole at me and, uh,

try not to shake too much.

Go! Get outta here!

Is it over?

[ Sam ]
Yeah. It will be soon.

Cops should be
closing in shortly.
Mike, what's going on?

Jesse and Fi clear?
All clear.

- You got a visual
on Tony?
- Looking good, Sam.

He stopped, Sam.
Something's wrong.

What do you mean,
he stopped?

[ Michael Narrating ]
A spy's job is to get
into the head of his adversary,

to know how he'll behave
and use it against him.

But human behavior's
about as predictable
as the weather.

Sometimes the most
hardened criminal
can decide to be noble...

at the most inconvenient time.

Looks like Tony
had second thoughts
about leaving you behind.

- What?
- He's coming back, Sam.

Okay, Hank.
I gotta hit you
in a second,

and when I do,
you run like hell
and don't look back.

Wait. I don't need you--

[ Sirens Blaring
In Distance ]

- What the hell happened?
- Leave no man behind, right?

You didn't leave your buddy
in El Salvador,
and I'm not leaving you.

The truck is trashed.
We gotta get outta here.
Come on. Let's go!

Hang on.
I don't hear
the sirens anymore.

I think we can stop running.
What happened back there?

- My gun jammed.
The guy got the drop on me.
- What the hell are we gonna do?

I don't know
what to tell you. You got
a big problem here, Tony.

Look, maybe
you should just run.
Just get the hell out of town.

No, no, no, no.
I'm not gonna lam it.
You got New York after you.

Look, we caught
a bad break today.

But you and me--
We make a great team.

You got a good crew.

Come on.
We could do something here,
make a move.

What are you trying
to say, Tony?

You and me--
We take out Gio.

I take over,
show New York who's boss.

Wait a second.
You're trying to get me
to help you kill Gio?

I'm telling you,
this'll work.

We take him out,
his guys, everyone!

How many bodies
you gonna drop here?
As many as it takes!

He tried to kill me.
I'm telling you,
this will work.

We hit 'em hard,
leave no one alive.

Come on. Listen.

Gio and his crew go
to the track every Friday.

We can hit 'em then.
All we need is cars,
muscle and guns.

Come on, are we in? Huh?
You're in. Let's go!

Okay, I am now officially
the closest friend
of a total psychopath.

This is great.
This is just great.

I don't even want this.

- So what'd you say?
- What could I say? I told him
I would think about it.

I mean, what the hell
are we gonna do now?

He wants to go after
Gio's crew and start a war...

all because his best buddy,
Chuck, was such a stand-up guy
back in El Salvador.

All right.
So let's let him start a war.

We wanted Tony to stick
his neck out, right?

It's just as easy to get him
busted for going after Gio...

as it is to get him busted
for ripping off some warehouse.

Tell me he's joking.
We don't have a lot
of other choices, Sam.

I'm not saying
I love the idea,

but it could help Hank
get out from under Tony's thumb.

I kind of like it, actually.

Taking out half
of Miami's wise guys
in one afternoon?

We haven't
done that before.
I hate to be the naysayer here,

but Tony is expecting an army,
and last time I checked,
we don't have an army.

Oh. Oh, we'll give him an army.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Creating the illusion
of force...

is one of the oldest tricks
in warfare.

The rise of
the private security guard
has made it a lot easier.

Post a job opening
on the Internet
in the morning,

and by lunch, you can have
a whole platoon of muscular guys
in black blazers.

17-inch arms?
Hmm.

Lose the jacket.
Let me see 'em.

Hmm. You've got a job.

Hire some heavy-duty S.U.V.s...

- to put your security force
in place--
- Next.

and it'll look
just like you've got
troops ready for battle.

All right.
You guys are gonna follow
the lead car to this spot.

Okay? Single-file line.
Keep it tight.
Let's go.

- You ready to do this?
- Yes, I am.
You won't regret this.

Once I'm the boss,
I'm gonna need some guys--
good guys.

- I won't forget
what you did for me.
- I'm sure you won't.

Now, look.
As soon as we see Gio,

my snipers are
gonna put a few slugs
through his engine block.

We drive up.
You pop out with that bad boy.

You let Gio know
who's running the show here.

My snipers have got you covered,
and I'm behind you all the way.

All right.
Let's do this!

- You're the boss.
- Will be soon, anyway.
[ Laughs ]

We've got eyes on Gio.

[ Beeps ]
Okay. Let's light him up.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Military leaders since the
city-states of early Greece...

have known that
a tried-and-tested method...

for getting rid of an adversary
is to provoke him to attack...

a more powerful enemy.

Provide an ambitious adversary
with the backing
of a seemingly invincible army,

and he's bound to go hunting
for even his toughest rival.

Get out, you son of a bitch,

and face me like a man!

Tony. What the hell
are you doing?

You think you could
take me out 'cause I was
a few dollars short?

What the hell
are you talking about?

- Okay, let's move.
- I'll tell you
what I'm talking about.

I'm mixing things up right now.

I got a new crew,
and I got a new way
of doing things.

And this town's
got a new boss. Me.

Chuck! Get up here!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Making sure your adversary
is eliminated--

Chuck! What are you doing?

then becomes about pulling
that backing...

once he's declared war
on his rival--

- Chuck!
- when it's too late for him
to take it all back.

You just made
a very big mistake, Tony.

You mother--

[ Gunfire Continues ]

[ Michael ] Ten arrests
so far on the docks, and
they're only getting started.

About Tony--
What happened?

- He's in a Miami-Dade
prison hospital.
- Charged with killing Gio.

I don't think
anyone will be hearing
from him for a while.

What happens when people
start asking questions...

about the security team
that cleaned up the docks?

- What should I say?
- Uh--

Probably best
if you don't say anything.

Some stories
you just don't tell.

So, got some information
on that cargo plane that was
in the hangar at Opa-Locka.

Last flight, the Bahamas.

And wouldn't you
know it, same day,
a John Doe washed ashore.

Oh. Should head down there
and check it out.

Fiona has some connections.
She could make
some arrangements.

What? You can get me
off the no-fly list?

Not exactly, but I can
get you into the cargo
bay of a cigarette boat.

Trip's about two hours.

Can't think of a nicer way
to spend a Saturday.

Mom, you came to visit?

What's the occasion?
The occasion?

How about what you did to Jesse?

I don't know
what he told you.

He didn't tell me anything--
except that he lost his job
last month.

- You think I have something
to do with that?
- Michael, just stop!

I was there when you decided
to join the army.

And I remember the look on
your face when you had to tell
your brother about it,

how you felt you were betraying
him by leaving him behind
with your father.

And you had
the same look on your face
when you brought Jesse around.

I knew you did
this kind of stuff,

but seeing it up close
and personal like this is--

You know, you have
no idea how delicate
of a situation I'm in.

There are things you don't know,
things I can't talk about,
things I can't explain.

Oh, please.
I'm not gonna give away
your secret, Michael.

I just want to know how you can
pretend to be his friend.
I am his friend!

I'm the best friend
he has right now.
I'm helping him!

You're lying to him!
Take it from me,
lies get out.

Thirty years with your father
taught me that.