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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.

Previously on Burn Notice.

Blood. Looks like somebody was dumping a body.

That would explain why he disappeared.

The dead body belongs to Jeremiah Kassar.

I hate to sound paranoid, but we had break-ins around here recently.

She kills Kassar, then sits on the place next door...

to see if anyone comes knocking.

We just blew our chance to end this thing.

I don't know, Jesse. I think we're just getting started.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies are used to battling cutting-edge encryption...

and billion-dollar security.

But sometimes the toughest challenge...

is cracking something old and out-of-date.

If you find yourself up against an obsolete tape drive...

loaded with arcane software,

you can either find yourself a time machine...

or admit defeat.

[ Sighs ] Fourteen phone calls, seven data recovery experts...

and three hours of arm-twisting to even access this drive, and it's unreadable!

I know it's a little frustrating, but-- Frustrating?

Oh, it's more than frustrating, Michael.

We're trying to track down the people that let a psychopath...

stick explosives in a Miami hotel!

We have nothing.

I wouldn't say it's nothing. Look.

No, no, no. Not in the trash. The owner of this killed our best lead.

Which makes her someone we should talk to.

Ah! The elusive Kendra.

You think she's just gonna give you a call, invite you to brunch?

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies always assume they're being followed.

It could mean nothing that a route is blocked,

forcing everyone to leave the building through one exit.

But when that exit is in view of a driver...

who's been sitting in a parked car since you walked in,

that starts to mean something.

Good news. I think Kendra just found us.

Gray sedan, right behind you.

You think she's been sitting on this place?

She probably figured we'd have to bring the tape drive here at some point.

Which we did. Still think this is a dead end?

It is if she kills us.

Ah, thanks, dear. [ Rings, Beeps ]

Hey, Mike. How's Operation Boring Tape Drive?

Just got more interesting. Kendra's surveilling us.

Oh, everybody's favorite murderer makes a special appearance.

- You need help losing her? - No. We need help grabbing her,

tossing her into a storage container, getting some answers.

How quick can you get over to the Design District?

About a half an hour, maybe less.

You want to run her through foot traffic?

Yeah. Let's get her walking. You play lookout.

There's an alley behind the dress stores. We can grab her there.

Okay. Game on. See you in 30. [ Beeps ]

[ Groans ]

That sound good to you? All I heard was "dress stores."

You know, if I'm gonna spend the afternoon playing bait,

I think you should buy me the nicest thing I see.

[ Michael Narrating ] Being hunted isn't always a bad thing.

When someone's on your tail, you can pick the route.

And if you're really good, you can lead them into a trap of your own.

[ Rings, Beeps ]

Yeah? [ Sam ] There's no sign of Kendra,

unless she's disguised as a fat tourist.

Well, keep your eyes open. She's slick.

That could be our girl.

[ Sam On Phone ] Okay, Mikey, pick up the pace.

Yep. She's tailing you with reflections.

- Girl's got some moves. - [ Michael ] Wonder where she got her training.

Not sure, but there's something about her that bugs me.

Okay. Your alley's coming up.

[ Sam On Phone ] I left the Taser for you underneath that crate.

I'll bring up the rear.

[ Sam On Phone ] Okay, Mikey. All yours. Any second now.

[ Fence Rattling ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Whispering ] Where is she?

[ Rattling ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Dropped your phone. Oh, did I?

Seems like I'm always losing things. Who are you?

I could ask you the same question. It's Kendra, right?

It's as good a name as any. Why are you after me?

And here I was thinking it was the other way around.

Why don't you come back down so we can have a nice little chat.

A little chat with the guy who tried to grab me in an alley?

A couple days ago you tried to kill me.

Touché. Look, I'm willing to forgive and forget,

but sooner or later you'll want to meet up.

I have something that you want.

Mmm. Someone's cocky. I like that.

I hope you're ready to have some fun.

So now Kendra knows you're after her.

She knew that before, and now we know she's after us, which is an opportunity.

Yeah. It's an opportunity for one of us to end up dead.

She's probably tracking us with that phone. Right. Because I'm an amateur.

I forwarded the phone to this burner.

Kendra's gonna want her tape drive back.

I'm gonna offer to let her buy it back from me.

So you're baiting a killer.

You don't have to be counterintel to see the risk in that.

It's the best way to get her close to us.

And when she's close, I grab her. Trust me. I've done this before.

- Mm-hmm. And how are you still alive? - [ Door Opens ]

Michael! Jesse said you'd be dropping by. Good timing. You can meet a friend of mine.

- Actually, I'm a little busy. - Okay.

I'll tell her not to worry about the drug dealers.

This woman's in the middle of a serious situation, Mike. You're in on this?

Why do you think I asked you to come over here?

I expect this from her.

Lauren was my favorite doctor before she moved to Homestead.

Her boyfriend's kind of a community leader down there.

David started the clinic last year. I volunteer down there.

This town's been hit hard with the economy.

- My mom mentioned something about drug dealers. - Yeah.

A couple months ago, these drug dealers showed up in town,

started selling heroin right outside our front door.

Can you believe that? They're slinging dope right by the clinic, man.

- Did you call the cops? - David called them a few times.

The police show up, they arrest a drug dealer or two,

but half an hour later, there's another dealer in the same spot.

Yeah, it gets worse too.

Yesterday David was walking to his car.

These guys attacked him. They beat him up.

They said they knew he called the cops. They told him to get out of town.

But of course David's not going to do that.

I'm scared they're gonna kill him.

[ Exhales ]

I'm not even sure what I'm asking here, but--

He'll see what he can do.

- No, I got you. - [ Man ] Get out of the way!

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Hey, Lauren.

Hi. Thank you for coming. Please come on back.

I'm sorry it's so hectic here. The other clinic closed two weeks ago.

Now it's just us.

David, these are the people we were talking about.

- No. Please, Lauren. I'm busy. - Hello to you too.

I'm Michael. This is Jesse. This is Fiona.

I appreciate you stopping by.

But Lauren's told me all about you,

and working outside the law will only make matters worse.

Now there's only one move here, and that's to keep calling the cops until the dealers go away.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that why they want you dead?

Yes, it is.

And trust me, I'm not trying to be a hero here,

but those thugs...

are selling heroin all over the neighborhood.

Someone has to stand up to them, and if people around here...

are too afraid to call the cops themselves-- Look, David,

I know you think you're doing the right thing.

But having the cops drag away a few street-level dealers isn't gonna solve your problem.

[ Fiona ] All you're doing is hurting their bottom line by a couple percent.

They tried to reason with you. Next time it'll be worse.

Well, I won't be intimidated.

I've dealt with people like this before.

I've set up clinics in Brazilian favelas, villages in Uganda.

And usually Miami is a little safer, but in this case,

you're gonna get yourself killed.

[ Scoffs ] I hope you're not paying them for this pep talk.

David, please listen to them. They're here to solve our problem.

So, what? You just snap your fingers, and the dealers disappear.

Well, it's worked before. We'll figure out something.

The point is, we'll deal with them from the outside...

so they don't retaliate against you or the clinic.

All right. Fine.

He seemed to really like us.

Hey. Guy standing up for his community is pretty inspiring.

There's a fine line between inspiring and suicidal.

[ Fiona ] I say hit these dealers hard, send them a message.

Guys, we don't even know who we're dealing with.

Let's figure out who these guys are working with-- Fine.

Just promise there will be some hitting involved at some point. [ Rings, Beeps ]

Kendra. Nice to hear from you.

First ring? I hope you didn't stay up all night waiting for my call.

The anticipation was killing me.

Imagine how special it will be when we meet face-to-face.

Well, I'd love to meet up.

As long as you're bringing me a gift.

I don't know about a gift, but the tape drive will cost you 50 grand.

- There you go, killing the mood. - Well, I'll make it up to you--

Brickell Plaza, tomorrow at 4:00.

Don't be late. [ Beeps ]

Someone's getting a little too flirty for his own good.

Fi, I'm trying to snatch Kendra off the street and tie her to a chair.

You are not helping your cause.

This is just a harmless game of cat and mouse between me and a professional killer.

[ Sighs ] I should scout Brickell Plaza.

- Think you guys can climb the dope-dealing food chain? - [ Jesse ] Yeah, yeah.

We'll get Sam out here, find another corner these dealers are working,

figure out who's running the show.

- Give me a ride home first? - Take the bus, Romeo.

It's a dangerous neighborhood.

These guy are pros, Fi. See,

nobody ever touches the drugs and the money at the same time.

If we were cops, we would basically have about nothing on them.

Reason number 337 I'm glad I'm not a cop.

[ Chuckles ]

Sleazebag number one is doing his count.

[ Fiona ] You think the runner's on his way?

Let's hope. As much as I like watching a liquor store parking lot.

[ Phone Beeping, Line Rings ]

[ Phone Rings ] [ Beep ]

- We doing this or what, people? - I'm the impatient one around here.

It's looking like the money's on its way.

Well, it sounds like they need a new customer.

[ Michael Narrating ] If you've ever accidentally set off an alarm at a clothing store,

you know how radio frequency tags work.

Spies use lightweight R.F.I.D. trackers too.

But instead of catching shoplifters,

they're able to tail their targets more effectively.

Hey, what you want? Let me get five dimes.

Uh, 60 bucks.

[ Michael Narrating ] Bounce radio waves off an R.F.I.D. tracker...

- with a modified digital depth finder-- - [ Tracker Beeping ]

and you can keep tabs on whatever you like without having to get too close.

** [ Hip-hop On Stereo ] [ Beeping Continues ]

Then it's just a matter of waiting for it to move.

- [ Beeping ] - That's our runner.

** [ Hip-hop On Stereo ] [ Sam ] And this is where the money goes.

[ Beeping Stops ]

Well, you don't have to be an expert on body language...

to see that he's the one calling the shots. Take it inside.

Running his operation out of a strip club-- classy.

Still, I should probably follow him in there, Fi.

- This surveillance could take a while. - You know, there is...

a quicker way to get a handle on his operation.

- Michael's old neighbor. - Sugar? Really?

He owes us a favor. And he obviously knows the drug scene.

I really don't like hanging out with that guy. Well, I'm calling him.

You're the one who volunteered for inside surveillance.

[ Scoffs ]

** [ Hip-hop ]

What you looking for, Sammy? Jack and Jills, tachas?

No drugs, Sugar. We just want your expertise.

You know any big dope dealers in Homestead?

Nah. It's small-time down this way. Ain't no real ballers south of 142nd.

Yeah? Might be one now.

[ Women ] * Give it to me Give it to me *

Oh, no, man. What kind of malfeasance you got me mixed up in here?

That dude's psychotic. He gives dealers a bad name.

- Sounds like you know him. - Vince Cutler.

Everybody in the game knows him. He came down from the Bronx,

and now he's spreading through Dade County like the plague.

* I wanna let it go Baby, you should do it to me *

Couple years back in Hialeah, he shot my friend Carl.

He'd have shot me too, but I swore I'd stay out of his business forever.

And now I'm hanging in his strip joint. Thanks, Sammy. This is suicide.

This is a public place, Sugar. You're okay.

You don't get it. He's been cozying up to some Mexican cartels.

They funded him a huge stash. Now he's gotta pay them back.

Ain't nobody scarier than somebody trying to-- Wait, wait.

Wait a second. How do you know that-- about his stash?

Everybody knows, man. He's a heavy hitter.

- Need more reasons why we gotta get out of here? - Hey, Sugar-- Wait, wait.

- Hang on. Wait a second. - [ Gasps ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Working in the field often demands making tough decisions.

[ Cutler ] Yo! Grab him! But if you have to choose...

- between letting someone get killed-- - [ Cutler ] Hey, is that Sugar?

or getting beat up as a distraction-- Oh!

Yo! Yo, yourself. Hey, you owe me a drink.

Move out of my way. I'll move out of your way when you buy me another drink.

Oh, hey! I didn't ask for a lap dance!

You should thank me for letting you walk out of here.

- Okay. Thank you. - [ Michael Narrating ] You pick the bruised ribs--

- [ Blow Lands ] - every time.

Right. Yeah, hey, point taken.

Nothing distracts someone like rage.

Although getting someone really angry can be risky.

[ Shouts, Indistinct ]

Man, you should have left when you had the chance.

[ Screams, Groans ] Get him!

Yeah! You want some?

Thought I'd introduce myself to the head honcho.

Oh, and how'd that go? Worst surveillance ever.

This is insane! I can't let you turn this place into a fortress!

Sorry, David. From now on everyone comes and goes...

through the front door so we can keep an eye on things. Is that--

No, please, do not bring a gun in here.

I thought you were just gonna tell the dealers to go away.

We're not gonna get rid of them that easily.

This guy Cutler has to pay back his suppliers.

They need to run the corners 24-7.

- So they'll never leave? - Not without a good reason.

But we'll give them a good reason.

They took a huge amount of heroin from the cartel.

They need to sell it to pay off the debt.

So we need to find the supply, take it, and he'll be running from some very angry Mexicans.

So you're gonna steal his drugs.

Well, that sounds even crazier than calling the police.

David, think of it this way. The police are kind of like this bandage here.

They mostly just cover up the problem.

We're more like...

this.

So, how do you plan to find where this guy hides his drugs?

We're gonna give him something else to hide.

And what do you have that a drug dealer needs to hide?

We need some fentanyl. Do you know any veterinarians?

I'm not sure if my head is throbbing from the cut...

or the prospect of spending more time with Sugar.

You'll know soon.

[ Singsong ] He's here.

Hey, what up, boys?

I'm on the team, bro.

We're going after Cutler's stash. We need a little more help.

Cutler? Hey, was I, like, not clear before?

Because I think I remember saying something about staying away...

from that dude before Sammy here got wrecked.

I wouldn't consider this wrecked, and stop calling me Sammy.

I'm just saying. I'm with you guys. I owe you.

My word is bond-- except for this time.

Relax, Sugar. You're not getting anywhere near Cutler again.

Thank you. If there's anything else I can do for you guys--

I just need you to make a few phone calls.

Call your buddies up north and tell them to remember working with me.

I gotta vouch for you?

How about instead I get you guys some fine-ass Cuban cigars?

You guys like Cubans?

Okay. I'll make some calls.

** [ Dance ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies spend so much time thinking through...

operations from every angle that occasionally they get too clever for their own good.

Sometimes you're better off keeping things simple.

If a drug dealer is looking to get rich,

there's no better approach than offering him a great deal on drugs.

* Whoo * * This little thing make your body go-- whoo *

* Bang your front I'm-a make you-- whoo *

* Shake, shake Shake it like-- whoo *

* Make that body pop Whoo *

** [ Continues ]

Vince--

Vince Cutler.

Kyle Barkley.

I heard you'll be running this town soon.

I figured I'd speed up the clock and get to say I knew you when.

I got no idea who you think I am.

I'm just here to watch the girls-- not trying to make friends.

I got enough friends. I'm here to talk business. Hold on.

I could be sitting anywhere in the world right now, but I'm sitting here next to you.

Do you know why? 'Cause you and I-- we have a lot in common. We're a perfect fit.

Just gonna hit you with one word. One word.

Fentanyl. You spiking your punch with it?

This is neither the time nor the place.

Don't answer. I already know you're not. You'd have a nicer watch.

Hey, hold on, hold on. You want to live in the '90s, be my guest.

Wait. You want to deal your junk, you want to chase some tail,

you want to enjoy the small time, I'll find somebody else to make rich.

But if you want to make your stuff 10 times stronger with my synthetic painkiller,

you won't find a better product for a better price.

[ Chuckles ]

All right.

So, what-- you, uh-- you in wholesale?

Yeah. I was shipping pharmaceutical-grade fentanyl to D.C.

Dealer up there-- his junk's so strong, he can barely pocket all the cash.

Hmm. Fool got shot at a dogfight.

Now, all of a sudden, I'm a supplier without a demander.

Yeah? Well, I can be demanding.

Okay then. Okay.

Show me your stuff. I check its purity. I show you how to lace it.

But I don't work with walk-ins from out of nowhere.

Well, of course I'm a walk-in. We haven't-- We don't know each other.

Let me get your digits. Let's swap. [ Beeping ]

Go.

[ Scoffs ]

Yeah, you got a cute little song and dance.

But just 'cause you shake your stuff in my face...

don't mean I'm gonna pull out my wallet.

I tell you what. You do your thing,

you find out who I am, and you call me.

Hit me on the hip when you want to move to the champagne room.

[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Cutler like your pitch?

Just enough to call Sugar's contacts in D.C.

It'll give us a little time to focus on this Kendra business.

Speaking of, love the new look.

Ah, thanks. It's my assassin-snatching costume.

So, Mike, uh, you really think Kendra's coming here to make a deal?

I mean, 50 grand is 50 grand. Bullets are cheap.

She won't kill me until she knows I'm holding her tape drive.

And she won't get the chance before Sammy the mall cop picks her up for shoplifting.

She resists, zap her.

I'm betting she's gonna resist.

[ Beeps ]

[ Rings, Beeps ]

Kendra. You're late.

I'm watching you right now.

[ Michael ] I thought this was gonna be a face-to-face.

Why don't you come down here. The smoothies are great. No, thanks.

I don't get within kissing distance until I really trust someone.

All right. How about this?

I'll leave the tape drive here. You leave my money there.

I'll take the stairs. You take the escalator. We both head home happy.

No. I don't like meeting places that you select and scout.

Who knows what little traps you set?

Oh, Kendra. Just when we were getting to know each other.

I'll call you later to set up another meet.

And next time, I pick the place. [ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Rings, Beeps ] Yeah, Sam.

- Sorry, man. She slipped away. - She's playing hard to get. We'll grab her next time.

There's gonna be a next time? Oh, goody. [ Beeps ]

Hey, some kids just stole some DVDs from my store!

Yeah? That's a shame. Good luck with that.

[ Door Opens ]

- Mom. What are-- - I just talked to Lauren.

She said that you and Fiona are bringing guns into the clinic?

It was that or shut it down for a while, and David wouldn't agree to have it shut down.

The community needs that clinic, Michael. The whole point is to keep it open.

No, the whole point is to make sure it doesn't turn into a morgue.

Fine. Maybe we should have just bought them two bus tickets.

I'm not the one running them out of town. Please do not smoke in here.

[ Exhales ] Lauren is my friend. I wanted you to help them.

And now they're more scared and-and upset than ever.

Not to mention the fact that David pretty much hates you.

I can't care about that right now, and it doesn't change anything.

I'm fighting for him, whether he likes it or not.

Now just tell Lauren to tell him I'm one of the good guys. [ Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Mr. Cutler, good to hear from you.

Had words with your friends up north.

Let's see if your product's as good as they say it is.

Well, the next time somebody complains about my drugs will be the first.

Now, where is your place?

I got somewhere better to meet-- a nice little spot at the edge of town.

Take the Redlands exit.

[ Michael Narrating ] Mass quantities of illegal drugs...

can be hard to get your hands on.

But it's even harder to come by drugs regulated by the government--

manufactured, distributed and sold under lock and key.

Even drug dealers recognize their value.

It's Mr. Song And Dance.

Oh, please. My father's Mr. Song And Dance. Kyle. Call me Kyle.

- You got a racetrack hookup or something? - Something.

What you got there is pure. Regulated. Pharmaceutical-grade.

Somebody's gotta give the junkies what they love, right? Am I right?

This is a pretty spot that you've picked. We should probably get moving.

I'll show you how to cut this into your smack.

Nah. My guys will figure that out.

Oh, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna reinvent the wheel?

I hope you enjoy wasting 5K of the product playing amateur chemist.

I guess my privacy's worth 5K.

This stuff better pan out or, uh--

Gun. Right. Let's do lunch. Talk soon.

Get that over to the stash house.

I don't think they spotted me. Sure not doing anything to lose me.

I'm beginning to think these drug dealers aren't too bright.

Or they know something we don't.

Don't stress, Westen. I got this.

All right, we must be getting close now.

Just turned into a residential neighborhood west of 7th.

Give them some space, Jesse.

[ Jesse ] Trust me, buddy. I've done this before.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Damn it. I just got cut off.

I'm trapped. The S.U.V. got away.

Don't worry about the S.U.V. Get out of there now.

[ Michael Narrating ] Cops use checkpoints to catch drunk drivers.

Drug dealers use them to catch people who don't belong in their neighborhood.

- Yo, yo! You know this dude? - Nah.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, I'm taking a shortcut to my girlfriend's place.

Is that so?

Yeah. Is this 7th Street or 7th Avenue? Get out the car.

Now.

Hey, man. Look, can I ask you something?

[ Muttering Gibberish ]

What'd you say? I said, why do you want to lose your teeth?

[ Michael Narrating ] Making a getaway is often more about precise handling...

- than raw horsepower. - [ Grunts ]

So, in a hostile situation, rear-wheel drive is a nice advantage.

That said, it doesn't hurt to have over 300 horsepower at your fingertips.

When did this happen?

Late last night. After David and I locked up, they fired into the clinic.

They tossed this in.

Some people from the neighborhood are starting to get scared off.

I told them not to give up, that I'll organize a meeting--

People in the neighborhood have the right idea.

We need to board this place up, close it down for a few weeks.

No. I don't think you get it. Look.

Mr. Heinecher-- he comes in for heart monitoring.

Mrs. Rodriguez, she needs her physical therapy every day.

- We'll figure something out. - I thought you had a plan!

You said you were gonna find Cutler's drugs.

We're close. We found the neighborhood where he keeps his drugs,

just not the house.

And until we close up his business, it's not safe here.

Well, all I can say is work faster, because I'm not closing this place!

David! Oh--

Let go of me! You can thank me later.

It's just a few nights, David.

You know, it might not seem like we're helping you--

You kidnapped me! We're keeping you alive.

Now, if anybody needs medical help--

This isn't about just providing medical help.

People count on that place. It's practically a community center.

Parents let their kids hang out in the waiting room after school...

- because they know it's safe. - Well, it's not safe now.

You're putting people in danger.

Please.

There's iced tea in the fridge.

Unless you want a permanent roommate,

we'd better hurry up and find Cutler's stash house.

- You really think this'll work, huh? - Beats getting shot at.

[ Michael Narrating ] Aerial recon is invaluable in modern warfare...

if you need to scope out a place that's too dangerous to visit on foot.

Using a homemade drone is almost as good as rerouting a spy satellite.

Outfit a remote-controlled plane with an infrared camera...

and you can get a good look at your target from above. [ Beeps ]

Install an engine cutoff switch, and no one will even hear you coming.

Sam, I think the camera's too heavy.

Or maybe you're just not a natural at everything.

Mikey, let me show you how to do it.

Come on. Here we go. Here we go. Wait-- Wait--

See, you gotta hold-- Wait a second. There--

- Where you going? Where you going? - You're worse than I am.

[ Sam ] Well, it's a little windy. What do you expect?

- Ease off the throttle. - You think you can do better, kid?

Yeah.

We should enlist that kid in the air force, age limits be damned.

Why are some of these pictures just of the sky?

Oh, he was showing off. He was doing some loop-de-loops. He's kind of a smug little brat.

- How about this one? - Check out this cluster of guys.

I'm betting that's the stash house.

Perfect. We'll pay them a visit bright and early, first thing.

Sam, you think you can get your hands on a delivery truck?

I've run down Interpol files, fabricated fake I.D.'s, hacked into phone records.

[ Phone Ringing ] Yeah, I think I can get my hands on a delivery truck.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Kendra. I've missed you. How sweet.

- You free tomorrow afternoon? - Sure.

Well, the weather's been so nice lately, I was thinking we could do something outdoors.

Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a sticking point?

Bring my tape drive to the old dock at the Sunrise Bay Marina, 4:00 p.m.

And all kidding aside, come alone, unarmed...

or I'll be looking for a place to hide your corpse.

Delightful. [ Beeps ]

We got one more shot at Kendra, but you won't like her conditions.

I don't like that there are conditions, period.

I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.

She threatened to kill me. I can do that.

Why don't we give David the good news instead?

[ Mutters ]

I can't let you do it. Let me go now!

You're not going anywhere, all right? David, listen to me.

Get your hands off me!

- Michael, I tried to call you. Do something. - What's going on?

- He's trying to slip out the back. - We talked about this, David.

They're going after the clinic. [ Fiona ] Cutler?

- Yes. - What's happening?

There's this patient-- a local kid. He's epileptic.

He needed his Neurontin, so Lauren had to sneak in.

I told her to be careful, but one of the drug dealers saw her.

Where is she now? Oh, she's safe. But one of my neighbors called me.

Cutler and his guys are telling people they're hitting the clinic to send us a message.

- Michael, you should call the police. - Lauren already did.

But a patrol car driving by every 20 minutes isn't gonna stop Cutler.

You don't let him out of your sight. We're going to the clinic.

- I'll go with you! - David.

No. Let 'em take care of it, all right?

[ Groans ]

Did you people not get the message?

I thought I told my boys to send you a message!

I guess it wasn't relayed to you! You're closed down!

- Clinic's closed! - Someone's off his meds.

- This is my town! You understand me? - Where are the cops?

Maybe they're tired of answering David's calls.

- No one gets in my way! - [ Fiona ] We have sniper rifles. Let's stop them.

You snitch! You're gonna pay the consequences!

If we intervene, he'll know something's up. Our best chance at--

- No one goes against us! - Never mind.

Let's clarify that point for these mother--

[ Groans, Screams ] Get it off!

- [ Grunts ] - Get it off me! - [ Gunshot ]

- What the hell? Where's it coming from? - Let's just get outta here!

I know you stopped them from burning the place down, and I appreciate it.

I do. But you can't guard it around the clock.

- Maybe we can just-- - David, we don't need a new plan.

In a couple of days, you'll be fixing up the clinic--

Why? So Cutler can hit it again?

Not if he's beaten within an inch of his life.

- Cutler was asking for war. Let's give it to him. - Fi's right.

Enough of this sneaking around crap. My only question is, do we hit his club or his stash house?

Look. We must stick to the plan.

Cutler tried to torch the clinic, Michael.

I'd like for him to suffer a little.

Guys, we need to be smart here. Confronting Cutler is--

- Michael, I need to talk to you. - Not now, Ma.

Right now!

Excuse me.

[ Sighs ] Mom, if you have a plan...

for handling violent heroin dealers, I am all ears.

Do you remember when you and Nate were in middle school together,

and there was that bully, Todd, who was always picking on Nate?

I really don't have time for this now.

You went over to Todd's house and you told him...

if he messed with your little brother, then he was messing with you.

And it worked. Todd left Nate alone for the rest of the year.

Inspiring story. Listen, Mom. What does-- Yeah.

Until the next year when you went off to high school.

And then Nate was fair game, Michael.

Todd and a bunch of those punks made his life miserable.

I don't remember that. That's because he never told you, Michael.

Anyway, that's not what solved the problem.

Okay.

One day, Nate had had enough,

and he whacked Todd with a two-by-four.

Of course, he was suspended from school for a week.

But after that everybody left him alone. And you know why?

'Cause he stood up for himself.

Mom, David isn't up against middle school bullies. These people will kill him.

I don't think that you're gonna let that happen.

Either you're with us or you're not, but we're hitting Cutler back.

No, we are not. David's going to be the one who stands up to Cutler.

We're just gonna give him a little help.

Okay. All aboard.

[ David ] So this truck will get them past the checkpoint?

Yep. You got that okay, Mikey? Yeah.

Another bag? What is this, every explosive you own?

[ Scoffs ] You don't know me very well.

Okay. I'll deliver our special guest.

You putting Cutler on high alert?

Yeah. And assuming he requires a little demonstration,

you mind paying the corner boys a visit? Not at all.

I thought you said I was standing up to Cutler myself.

Trust me. The spotlight will be on you.

Look, David, I am no fan of sending an untrained man into danger.

So you gotta promise me that you'll follow the playbook here.

I won't use a gun. But otherwise, I'll do whatever it takes.

Good. Now to really sell this, it's gonna have to look like you beat me up.

Now, you're probably gonna object to punching me in the face, so-- Sam--

One more time?

Yeah. Just not quite as hard.

[ Man ] Hey, hey, hey. Whoa. You can't go in there.

Hold on. There you are! I have been calling you and calling you!

The hell are you doing here? I told you I'd contact you.

He shot two of my guys... in cold blood.

Like it was nothing. Now he is coming after your stash.

Get the hell out of here.

Who are you talking about? This guy David.

He runs a clinic around here.

What? Nah. He's nothing. He's nobody. Trust me.

No, no, no, no. I found out he was after me, so I looked him up.

Turns out he runs with these mercs or something. What?

He used to run black ops with these dudes all around the globe!

Nah, nah. You're wrong. He was on "helping kids" crap in South America and Africa.

He wasn't just helping kids! He's ex-Delta Force, man!

What the hell?

So why the hell is this guy running a clinic? Huh?

I don't know. Maybe he's taking a break from all of the killing!

You know? And you just had to piss him off, didn't you?

You know, your corner boys-- they're probably already dead.

Hell are you talking about? [ Beeping ]

Hello? Hello?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, everything's copacetic?

I'm doubling back now, man, but I'm telling you, I was just there.

Everything is copacetic.

[ Muffled Grunting ]

Yo, we just got hit.

Son of a bitch! What? Hello?

Hello?

Someone shot at us outside that clinic yesterday.

Did this guy-- this David guy-- did he follow you here?

- Huh? Did he follow you here? - You're not listening to me.

He is coming after you and your stash!

- After my stash? - We gotta get outta town!

Nah, you run. I'm not running. Round everybody up!

I'm gonna end this thing! Come on! Let's go!

[ Muffled Grunting ]

All right, you down there. No one gets to a car.

You get over there. Yeah.

In position. Got a great angle on the stash house.

I'm covering our boy Cutler. He is in battle mode.

Okay. Now it's all on David. Look alive. There's no room for error.

So, how's David with public speaking?

You guys consider this public speaking?

[ Michael Narrating ] Sending someone untrained into a combat situation...

is like dropping your kid off on his first day of school.

You give as much advice as you can, you watch from a distance...

and you cross your fingers that he comes back in one piece.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Door Opens ]

What the hell do you think you're doing here?

Come on, David.

I'm here to tell you to leave town.

All I wanted was to run my clinic.

I just wanted to live in peace for once, stop hurting people--

even if they deserve to get hurt.

Okay, Jesse, smoke 'em out.

You think you're running stuff now, huh?

I didn't want to do this. But you forced my hand.

- What was that? - [ Man ] What's going on?

You ready, Fi?

Am I ready?

[ Coughing ]

[ Charger Whirring ]

You think you're gonna run me out of town with tear gas?

No.

[ Men Shouting ]

[ Man ] What the hell was that? Just waste him!

You tell me where your guys are, and I promise I'll kill you quickly.

My guys-- they're everywhere.

Now you have to decide.

Are you gonna leave town, or are you gonna stay and face the consequences?

I got a consequence for you.

[ Gunshot ] [ Screams ]

[ Groans ] [ Man ] Where is he?

- Now it's your turn to think. - Cutler, let's just go, man!

I'll give you to three. One,

two,

three!

Bingo.

[ Groaning ] [ Man ] Hey! Hey, let's go, man!

- You made up your mind? - You're crazy! You gonna kill us all?

- Not if you leave. - [ Man ] Come on, man!

Now!

Now!

That's how we do it, people.

[ Exhales ]

Looks like everyone's happy to have their clinic back.

Yeah. And they aren't afraid anymore.

I can't imagine more drug dealers moving in.

Well, they wouldn't want to mess with this guy.

Cutler left town last night.

I'm not sure if he's more scared of you...

or the Mexican cartel he has no way of paying back.

I know we didn't always see eye to eye, but you saved us.

We helped out a little.

- Take care of these people, all right? - I'll do my best.

Bye. Thank you.

See? Sometimes people need to fight their own battles.

Mom, I got it the first time.

Still, it's better to have Michael Westen than a two-by-four.

[ Laughs ]

[ Sam ] Oh, great. Tons of hiding places. Completely abandoned.

This place is a tactical nightmare.

You gotta get Kendra on the phone. Give her a rain check.

If I want to get close enough to grab her, I gotta meet her on her terms.

Might as well be today.

Just listen to what you're saying for a second. This lady makes corpses.

She didn't tell you to come unarmed and alone because she's shy.

I'll be okay. I brought this.

I reinforced it with a half an inch of metal siding.

- It's not a gun, but-- - It's certainly not a gun.

Just sit back here and cover me as best as you can.

From this far away, you better not leave my sight, bucko.

Do you have butterflies? I have butterflies.

I'd rather have my 50,000.

Soon enough. Care to show me what's in your briefcase?

A girl's gotta be safe.

Ah, damn it, Mikey. You're killing me here.

I showed you mine.

Your money's here. [ Laughs ]

What? Do I make you nervous?

50,000-- unmarked, un-sequenced.

[ Michael Narrating ] It's never a nice surprise...

when someone pulls out a concealed blade.

But there's an upside to getting a look at their weapon.

If they're using a Japanese Tanto knife, they'd rather stab you than slice you.

And you can use that to your advantage.

- Why does it feel like we're breaking up? - Sorry. I'm a heartbreaker.

[ Sam ] Okay, buddy. Playtime's over.

Won't be easy to crack this gal, Mike. She's gonna make our life hard.

Well, we're just gonna have to make her life harder.