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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 ]
Forging an intelligence file
is always tricky.

Spies are trained to catch
even tiny inconsistencies,

from outdated typeface
to the wrong kind of
thermochromatic ink.

Even the folder
needs to be picture-perfect,

because the fact is,
spies do judge books
by their covers.

So here's the story.
This report came from
a navy buddy...

who's serving in Japan
where they still use
the old-school Pentagon folders.

And I happen to have one.
So, thank God for
government inertia, huh?

But Jesse's been working on
this investigation for years.

[ Sam ] Well, everything
that he was looking into and
all the stuff that we found--

this little baby
connects all the dots.

It's your masterwork, Sam.
I owe you a mojito.
Damn straight.

Before we start
patting ourselves
on the back,

can we talk about
what we're doing to Jesse?

Fi, Jesse's seen
a lot of bad things happen
to a lot of good people.

He just wants a name.
And we're just gonna
give him that name.

John Barrett.

God, why didn't I
put this together?
John Barrett.

It's great cover,
running a telecom conglomerate.

Gets Barrett into
every corner of the globe.

Massive resources,
highest level
government access.

It's a nice perch for a guy
looking to start a few little
wars and make a buck off it.

This is-- I was looking at
private military companies,
arms dealers, retired spooks.

I should've been
watching the guy who was
laying the phone lines.

Where do I send
my thank-you note?

A buddy of mine stationed
in Japan. He, uh, didn't even
know what he had there.

All right, man.
Drake Tech's based
in New York, right?

Let's head up there,
let Barrett know
his number's up.

Why go to where
he's strongest?

We have what he wants.
Better to make him come to us.

You want to call him up,
let him know we got a Bible
he's been looking for?

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

What? I'm having
friends over to play cards.
It's my turn to host.

- [ Doorbell Rings ]
- Oh, that must be Susie.

Uh, well, I guess
it's time to go someplace...

where you won't be
interrupted by canasta.

[ Jesse ]
Three years.

That's over a thousand days,
man. Here it is.

Are you sure about this?
You sure you want to
play it straight?

There's no point
in lying to a man with
Barrett's resources.

We're just two burned spies
selling a book code.

You ready?

Yes.
[ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Hello?
Mr. Barrett, Michael Westen.

Sorry to bother you
on your private line, but
I have this odd-looking Bible.

I've been flipping through it,
and it appears to be
a book code.

Is that at all
interesting to you?

Can you please
excuse me?

[ Man ]
Okay. Yeah.
[ Chattering ]

My wife doesn't even
have this number.
How'd you get it?

You want to talk about
your wife not having
your unlisted number...

or the book code
you've been robbing banks
and killing people to find?

- Who is this?
- I used to work
for the government.

So did my partner,
Jesse Porter.

Now we're working freelance,
thought you might be hiring.

And just what is it
you boys think I do?

Don't waste our time,
Mr. Barrett.
You're a merchant of death.

- And business is booming.
- You have the wrong number,
son.

And you have the wrong man.

I run a telecom company.

Well, the Bible's here in Miami.
Whenever you're ready to talk,
let us know.

[ Beeps ]

- That could've gone better.
- It went as well
as it needed to.

Barrett wants the Bible.

If he can't deal for it,
he'll try to steal it.

A man like that--
he's already
tracking us down.

Yeah.

So you and Jesse
are poking Barrett with a stick.

Why does the phrase
"sitting ducks" come to mind?

Jesse and I are
pretty well-armed ducks.

I hope so.

- Hello, Fiona.
- Well, hello.

Hi, Mom.
I ordered you an ice tea,
but if you wanted--

I scored 1,420 points
at canasta yesterday, Michael.

That's... wonderful?

It's horrible.

I was distracted.
I was nervous.
I've been a wreck.

What's wrong, Madeline?
Sit down.

I'm not staying for lunch.
I only asked you all
to meet me here...

because it's too risky to talk
to my son in my own home.

- This is about Jesse.
- Made me sick...

watching you feed him that line
of B.S. in my house yesterday.

I don't want to
keep him in the dark,
but it's for his own good.

Oh, and you're the one
who gets to determine that?

This'll all be over soon.
Trust me.

Well, it better be.

Mom.

I want to thank you again for
suggesting Jesse live with her.

Yeah. It may not have been
one of my better ideas.

If lunch is off, I should go
talk to my new client.

You're taking on a client
in the middle of all this?

Just a friend of a friend
from yoga.

The woman was seduced
by a scam artist.
He took her life savings.

Don't worry.
I'm not asking you for help.
The guy's a sleazy womanizer.

Clearly a job for Sam Axe.

After my husband died,

I didn't think
I'd ever
date again,

but then
Charles
came along.

I thought, "Well,
he's no Josh, but he likes
all my low-fat recipes."

I should've known.

You can't beat yourself up.
The bastard told you
what you wanted to hear.

He was good.

Those eyes, that British accent.

All those lies.

Yep, he sounds slick.
So how'd he get your money?

I trusted him. Things were
getting serious, I thought,

and he offered to help me
invest.

And then he used
your account info
to help himself to your savings.

We're not gonna let him
get away with this.

I even hired a couple of
private investigators.

One of them actually quit
after he met Charles.

Said he seemed like
a nice guy.

Now I'm selling off my life
piece by piece...

while that bastard is partying
on South Beach with my savings.

You know, it's hard to party
with broken kneecaps.

Actually, I think we should
fight fire with fire.

Charles isn't
the only charmer in Miami.

[ Jesse ] I still think
we should go after Barrett
directly in New York, man.

Let's call that plan Z.

Trust me. Barrett wants
the Bible. He's gonna send
someone after it.

I don't mind being the bait
as long as the trap
is good enough.

[ Michael Narrating ]
An effective booby trap...

not only needs to look
like a good hiding spot,

it also needs to leave
your enemy incapacitated.

A well-placed 50-gallon
oil drum should pique
your target's curiosity.

And a portable defibrillator
packs enough punch to make
their heart skip a beat,

without stopping it entirely.

Wire the defibrillator
to a convincing decoy,

and whoever comes looking
will be in for a shock.

Connect a camera wirelessly
through an Internet
phone provider...

and you'll be able to keep
an eye on your trap
from anywhere in the world...

without having to pay
long distance.

- How's the Skype working?
- All right. Looks good.

Are you sure
Barrett's up on that cell?
[ Beeping ]

This burner we called him with
is made by a company he owns.

Any idiot would know
to tap and trace the phone,
and Barrett's not an idiot.

[ Exhales ]
[ Mosquito Buzzes ]

What now?

We wait.

While Barrett
comes looking for this.

Why do I get the feeling
Sam's having more fun
than we are?

- [ Woman Giggles ]
- ** [ Latin Pop ]

** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

Okay, Fi.
You got eyes on him?

Yep. Just like
Emily said.

There's Charles,
blowing her life savings.

Yeah-- except I don't think
he's spent a dime. I think
he's got a new fish on the line.

[ Fiona ]
He is the one man
from England with decent teeth.

So our con man's pretty clean
since showing up stateside.

Got an allegation of fraud up in
Boca, but nothing really stuck,
except for a couple of D.U.I.'s.

- I couldn't find
any bank accounts either.
- Yet he has an Interpol file.

Yeah. It turns out
he's not just a fraud.
He's a suspected killer.

A couple women he bilked
in England went missing
when they complained.

So he doesn't just steal
from defenseless women.
He murders them.

That son of a bitch.

Not this time.
We're gonna introduce him
to a new kind of trouble.

I don't know.
This fella's
gonna be a challenge.

I think it's time for some
Chuck Finley action.

His name is Charles.
You need a new cover I.D.

Sorry, Fi. I don't think so.

Chuck Finley is forever.

** [ Pop ]

[ Chattering ]

* Hey, oh, oh *

* Hey, oh, oh, oh *

* Uh-uh *

* Uh-uh
Uh-uh **

Excuse me.
I don't mean to interrupt,
but her feet are killing her.

Any way we can just
sit down with you
for just a couple secs?

- Actually,
this is a private area.
- Oh, Charles, don't be silly.

Those heels are hot,
but they look positively evil.
Sit down.

Oh!
[ Sam ]
Thanks.

- I'm Chuck. This is Alexis.
- Lindsey and Charles.

- Cheers.
- [ Sam ]
Hey.

Wow. Bollinger blanc.
Good stuff.

Charles and I are splurging.

[ Fiona ]
Oh, us too.

South Beach is so much fun.
I just flew in
from San Francisco.

I was chartering a yacht
when I met Chuck.

And he is showing me around.

[ Growls Playfully ]
[ Laughs ]

Isn't that nice.

Hey. Tell you what,
next bottle's on me.

[ Indistinct ]

So I said,
"Not if that's
your idea of a haircut."

[ Laughing ]
Right? You get it?

No.
[ Laughing ]
[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]
I have to powder my nose.
Will you come with me?

[ Fiona Chuckles ]
Oh, Chuck.
[ Sam ] Don't get lost.

[ Chuckles ]

So, Chuck,
what is it that you do?

Investments, just like you.
You never know
who's gonna pay off.

Afraid I don't follow.
Well--

Normally I work Boca,

but I have heard some legendary
stories about you, my friend.

Hey. Relax.
I'm not here to horn in
on any of your action.

You can have any woman
in this club. I just need
some help with Alexis.

She's rich, divorced--

Just what are you
proposing?

Well, she's a couple of nights
of passion away from
paying out big-time,

but I got the I.R.S.
breathing down my neck.

I can't move a dime.

I was hoping maybe
you would let me run her fortune
through your accounts.

[ Chuckles ]
You want to use my accounts?

Quite a set of bollocks
on you.

Cut you in 20%
for an hour's work.

I don't do business
like that.
I'm a lone wolf, mate.

Isn't Charles sweet?

Ah. Almost
too good to be true.

How long
have you been dating?
Just a few weeks.

I am so lucky
to have found him.

Maybe he found you.

Must have been fate.
I was so devastated
after my sister passed.

And he works with this
cancer research charity.

Hmm.

This is the last time
you show your face in this club.
This is my turf.

Okay. You drive a hard bargain.
Thirty percent.

[ Chuckling ]
Hey.
So sorry, love.

I just got a business call
from London.
We really should run.

Really? I was hoping--
We really should go.

Lovely meeting you.

That son of a bitch is preying
on another grieving woman.

Please tell me you got
his account information.

No. The limey
is totally charm-proof.

Well, let's see
if he's bulletproof.

Fi.
Look. You had your chance.

I'm gonna beat
Emily's money out of him.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies spend plenty of time
with sociopaths and criminals,

but sometimes
it's even more dangerous
to hang out with their victims.

Letting your emotions
get the best of you can threaten
the entire operation.

You're not going after him.
Get your hands off me!

Sticking a gun to his head
is not gonna help.

He is prepared for that.
Believe me.

Now, we will
get her money back.
I promise, Fi.

If we don't, I will shoot him.
And then I'll shoot you.

Hey. Where's Sam?

Oh, Sam and I are--
We're taking a break from
each other. This is Michael.

It's good to meet you.
Nice boat.

Thanks.
My husband and I built her
together actually.

That's why she's named
Back Pain.

Don't do this, Emily.
We're gonna get your money back.

- Things went well with Charles?
- Uh, not exactly.

Charles is extremely careful,
but we might have a new angle.

You know how you're not
supposed to mix prescription
medication with alcohol?

Charles is gonna
make that mistake
with Lorazepam.

Wait a second.
You're drugging him?

There's gotta be another way
you can get him
to tell you the truth.

We're not drugging him to make
him talk. We're drugging him
so that he blacks out.

When Charles wakes up,
Sam will convince him he went
on a crazy spending spree.

He'll want to
check his balance--

And we'll be watching
when he does.
That plan sounds insane.

Well, insane is one of
our specialties.

** [ Electronic Dance ]

[ Chattering ]

Cigar?

Cheers.

Charles.

Could I have
made it more clear
that this was my turf?

No, no. You were very clear.
Look. I'm about to wrap things
up with Alexis and blow town.

But before I do,
I just wanted to drop off
a token of respect.

Just consider this
the-- the king's hunting tax,
if you will.

"King's hunting tax"?
[ Chuckles ]

Look. I wandered onto your turf,
and I just wanted to say
I'm sorry.

So, no hard feelings?

As long as
you're leaving town.
Oh, that I am.

Hope you like that timepiece,
'cause I had to earn it.
Alexis is a real ballbuster.

You know,
I'm all set to bleed her dry
by the end of the week,

but every moment
until then is like--
[ Imitates Gunshot, Laughs ]

There's nothing more pathetic
than a bitch who can't move on.

Amen to that, brother.
I have a, uh, mate
across the pond...

who disposes of
the clingy ones
once he's wrung 'em out.

A mate?

Right.
[ Laughs ]

Let me buy you a drink.

Cheers.
[ Laughs ]

** [ Electronic Dance ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
To create a blank spot
in someone's memory,

you need to be
equal parts drinking buddy
and amateur chemist.

First, you need the target
to party enough...

to make your story
believable the next day.

At the same time,
you need to gauge
their tolerance...

so you can combine
just the right amount
of alcohol...

with just the right amount
of pharmaceutical assistance.

Come on. Bottoms up.

A night to remember. Cheers!

Cheers.
[ Laughs ]

** [ Continues ]

- Yep. He's still out.
- Thank you.

Do that one more time,
and I might forgive you
for the other night.

[ Chuckles ]

Happy now?

- Anything useful on his phone?
- No.

But now it has a bug.

I sent that Lindsey woman
a little message.

Uh-oh.
Did Charles drunk text her?

He may have
accidentally revealed
his plans to rip her off.

She sent him a text back
saying she never
wants to see him again.

Oh, well. Okay.
Let's get down to business.

When Charles wakes up,
he will have had
one hell of a night.

[ Jesse ] Every step
of our investigation's
been like pulling teeth.

Stalled out for weeks,
and then boom,

Sam's buddy just happens to be
sitting on the magic bullet.

We had the problem
surrounded.

There aren't two other people
on the planet who'd know that
that file connects to Barrett.

Yeah. I'm just asking,
how reliable is Sam's friend?

You know?

Maybe we should test him,
slip him a lead from CIFA.

Jesse, we talked to Barrett.
He's the guy
who wants the Bible.

Do we really need
more confirmation than that?
I mean--

Hold on. We have a guest.

Oh, hello.

That's it, buddy.
You're getting warmer.

Maybe the Bible's
in that oil drum.

Warmer.

[ Jesse ]
Yeah, even warmer.

You're gettin' hot.

- [ Electricity Crackles ]
- [ Groans ]

Burnt.
Bam.

Hands. Hands.
No, no, no. Hands up.

Hands up!

- Thank you.
- That was close, buddy.

You almost stole our phone book.

You have no idea
who you're messing with.

Well, whose fault is that?
You haven't told us
your name yet.

And until we get a chance
to chat with your bosses,

you're a guest
of the abandoned boathouse.

His phone's clean.

[ Sighs ] Guess we get to
spend more time in
the sweatbox guarding him...

till his superiors
call to check in.

Actually, I'm supposed to go
help Fi and Sam with a gig.

Unless you want to go.

[ Mosquito Buzzes ]
I did take
the last shift.

I'll pick up
more bug spray.

[ Snoring ]

Okay, it's been 12 hours.
Time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.

Mike there yet?
[ Fiona ]
He's running late.

It's a pity we have to
wake up Charles at all.

Uh, dead guys
are much less likely
to visit a bank, Fi.

Hello.

You survived the mosquitoes.
Barely.

All right, Sam.
Get him moving.
[ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Whoo! Rise and shine, big boy.
Time to shake it off.

Wild night, huh, Chaz?

Have a cup of joe.

What are you doing
in my house?
Good morning to you too.

Whatever happened to
"friends till death"?

What the hell?
Last I remember,
you were leaving Miami.

Someone needs practice drinking.
I mean, how many did you even
have last night?

Look. If you don't remember
the French deejay,

tell me you at least remember
the Brazilian chicks
from the after party.

After party?
Oh, come on.

Or how about when we were
hauling ass in your new car
and you jumped the curb?

What new car?

The hell did this come from?

Uh, you bought it, buddy.
You backed into it
on Ocean Drive.

The guy jumps out screaming,
"You dented my car!"

And you said--
[ British Accent ]
"No, mate. I dented my car."

[ Normal Voice ]
And you bought it off him
on the spot. It was epic.

- I bought this Bentley
last night?
- Yeah.

You ran off yelling about
some account. Then you came back
with a bag of cash.

I gotta tell ya.
You know how to party.

Where's my Lexus?
Where's my wallet?

Maybe your wallet's
in your Lexus.

What the bloody hell
is going on here?

Anyone ever tell you
that you're a lot more fun
when you're drunk?

Hey. Hair of the dog
is what you need.
Shut up.

Piss off. Get out, okay?
I've some things to get sorted.

Uh, does this mean we're not
gonna pick up those new suits
you ordered for us?

We-- All right.

Game time.
[ Beeps ]

"Reynolds & Pederson."
He's heading to a law firm?

We need to talk, Martin.
I don't see the point of--

[ Static ]
...money manager--

Charles,
I'm in the middle of something.

What's going on?
Don't I pay you--

Come on.
[ Static ]

[ Charles ]
...some judgment?

Sounds like the juicy part.
We gotta get closer.

Martin,
tell me how I got the cash
to buy a Bentley last night.

What are you talking about?

[ Charles On Speaker ]
I went on a bender...

and wound up with
a shiny new Bentley,
you wanker!

- Nobody here
gave you a damn thing.
- Really?

Where do you think I get
the money to pay for that,
you half-wit?

[ On Speaker ]
Let the grown-ups talk.

[ Martin ]
Get a hold of yourself.

This is why you don't
handle the accounts.

You start drinking
and you lose your head.

Don't worry.
Your money's safe.

Tony,
head out to the front lawn.

Check out that blue car.

Is there any chance
you were followed here?

We gotta go.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When your surveillance
is about to be blown,

you have two choices.

You can run,
or you can stay put...

and make it look like
you have a reason to be there.

[ Clears Throat ]

- What?
- Hey. Take that somewhere else.

A guy can't make out
with his girlfriend?

- Okay. That was--
- Purely tactical.

Yes. Yes, it was.

We should go.
Yes.

So, our friend Barry says
Charles has a kind of underworld
money manager handling his cash.

He's got hundreds
of offshore accounts.

Even if we knew
which one had your money,

only Charles
and this Martin character
can make withdrawals.

That's the bad news.

The bad news is it looks like
I'm moving back in
with my mother.

We have an angle.

- Charles is very, very worried
about guarding his money.
- And with a little pushing,

we can turn his concern
for his financial security
into full-blown paranoia.

He gets paranoid enough,
he's gonna start
looking for help.

Right.
That's when we bring in
our buddy Mike to help.

What Mike's gonna do
is make it clear that
the only way he can help...

is if Charles shows him
exactly where
he keeps the money.

Do you guys have,
like, a manual where you
get this stuff or something?

No. Mostly we just
make it up as we go.

There you are. What the hell
did you get me into?

What are you going on about?

They are following me.

Dreadfully sorry, my loves.

Right back.

Just what are you talking about?
Have you gone mad?

I'm telling ya.
They are after me.

Ever since you and I
hung out the other night,

there has been
a little blue Hyundai
all over my ass.

One of my men thought
a blue car was following me.
There you go.

But it turned out to be
nothing. Just a couple
snogging in the alley.

Huh?

You know, making out.

Really?

Point is,
they weren't following me.

Of course they were making out.
That was just their cover.

That's the oldest trick
in the book. I'm telling you,
they're after both of us.

No. I have been careful.
There is nothing to worry about.

You've gotta take this
seriously, Chaz.
This could be a jealous husband.

No. I am going to relax
and work on my tan.

Good luck, mate.

[ Rapid Beeping,
Line Rings ]

[ Fiona ]
Hey. How'd it go?
Okay. Yeah.

I planted the seed.
How's it coming with
our not-so-sneaky bug?

Don't rush me, Sam.

Jesse just got here
with Madeline's
old stereo.

Yeah. Uh, hey, Fi.
Speaking of Jesse, when
you were following Charles--

I'll call you when
we're done, Sam.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

All right.
So, let's give Charles
something to worry about.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's an art to building
a listening device...

that's meant to be discovered.

It's not enough
for it to look like a bug.

It needs to have a fatal flaw
to make sure someone finds it,

like a high frequency
transmitter that causes
earsplitting feedback...

when placed near
other electronics.

[ Feedback Screeching ]

[ Feedback Stops ]

I should get going.
This bug isn't
gonna plant itself.

Right. Yeah, I'm gonna
head back to the boathouse,

help Michael babysit
our captive.

So I'm just gonna--
Yeah.

Yeah.

How'd the bug building go
with Fi?

If Charles can't find
that thing, he's more of
a dumb-ass than we thought.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Here we go.

Hello?
Where have you been?
You were supposed to check in.

This is Michael Westen
and Jesse Porter.

We're your boss's
new business associates.

[ Man On Phone ]
Where's Colonel Russell?

You guys have a colonel
running your errands?

- [ Man ] What do you--
- Listen to me. We're sending
Colonel Russell back to you...

with some photocopied
pages from the Bible.

The sneak preview
should make it very clear:
We have the rest.

You send any more of
your little thieves for it,
we're gonna burn it.

You tell Mr. Barrett to come
down to Miami like we asked him
to. Do I need to repeat myself?

No.
Good.
Talk to you soon.

[ Beeps ]
Active duty, huh?

I'm sure Uncle Sam would be
happy to hear that you're taking
side gigs to make a quick buck.

You trying to blackmail me?
Of course not.

But you need to remember
which boss
you're taking these to.

These pages go right to
the big guy in New York.

He's expecting you soon.

You know you're kicking
a hornet's nest, right?
Oh!

Suddenly he's Mr. Talkative.
Drive safe.

Nicely done.

I'd say we should
call up Sam, see if he wants
to go get a drink, but, uh,

he's probably lost
his taste for alcohol.

[ Rings ]

[ Panting ]
[ Beeps ]

Chaz. I was just
about to call you.

You were right, mate.
They're after me too.

I just found a bug
in my new car.

You know what?
That's nothing.

There's 100K
missing from
my offshore account.

And you know who knew
I had money in Aruba?
Hmm? Nobody.

I told my money manager,
but he thought
I was talking rubbish.

What the hell would
a money manager know about this,
huh? This is hard-core.

No, no, no, no.
I'm gonna call a guy who knows
how to handle this kind of crap.

- To go after your money?
- No. To go after the people
who are hunting us.

Look. Meet me at the Sagamore,
and bring that little
bug thing that you found, okay?

Brilliant.

[ Charles ]
This is your guy
who handles stuff?

You didn't tell me
he was a dirty cop.

Well, he's just
sort of kinda a cop.

It's all right.
I don't mind
the word "dirty."

Okay. So, look.
This is my account in Aruba.

You see those transaction codes?
The bastards bled me dry.

- You said
they were following you.
- Yeah. In a blue Hyundai.

They bugged my new car.

Probably come after
your money next.

Give me your bank info,
and I'll cut them off
at the pass.

No. I have people
watching my accounts.
What I need you to do--

[ British Accent ]
Oh, are you gonna tell me
what to do, Your Majesty?

Oh, you're the expert
on how to catch bad guys?

- [ Normal Voice ]
Well, you don't need me then.
- No offense, mate.

I just don't ever
give out my banking--

Yeah, fine. Beach is that way.
Go stick your head in the sand.

You told me he was on board.

Hey. It's not my problem
if you two want to get
financially disemboweled.

But I came
all the way down here--
Okay. Okay.

I'll get the info
for you.

But you better catch these guys.
I want them to suffer.

[ Beeping ]

Martin.

Charles. Listen.

I'm hiring somebody
to find out
who's been spying--

Excuse me?

Oh, that bitch.

Okay. All right.
Sounds good.

[ Beeps ]
Well, that's odd.

Seems like my man
has sorted things.

Sorted how?

Chuck, can I have a moment?

[ Clears Throat ]
My moneyman has found out
who's been after us.

It's this bitch
I fleeced
about a month ago.

Turns out she's been
hiring P.I.'s.
Must have seen us together.

Well, that's fine. We'll have
Brooks over there just
deal with her, and then he can--

No. No. I've been told
not to worry about her.

I've got a ticket to Rio.
I'm getting out of town.

Wait a second.
You dragged me into this, and
now you're just gonna skip town?

[ Rings ]
I know. I feel
dreadful about it, mate.

Tell you what. I've got
a few promising prospects
I can throw your way.

Make your money back
in no time.

Stop by, first thing.

He's going to Rio.
Mike, this is not--

Good luck then.
That was Fi.
Emily just called her.

A couple of guys just showed up
outside her house with guns.

She's hiding in a closet.
[ Groans ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whenever possible,

it's best to avoid charging
into a building filled with
angry men with guns.

If going in is
your only option,

you choose the best place
to stage an ambush,

lock and load,
and get your enemies
to come to you.

[ Clattering ]

That was the garage door.
Somebody's here.

Police breaching techniques
generally involve
removing a door by its hinges...

or knocking it open
with a battering ram.

Military breaching techniques
are more aggressive.

They don't just try to
get by the door.
They use it as a weapon.

[ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Groaning ]

Beanbag rounds
hurt like a bitch.
Am I right?

Emily!

It's clear.
[ Gasps ]

How much is my life worth?
How much did Charles pay you?

He didn't send them.
His money guy's in cleanup mode.

Charles is skipping town.

He's heading to Rio.
Are you kidding me?

- That bastard's going to Rio?
- Don't worry.

He's not gonna make it.
Sam's intercepting him
before he catches his flight.

He's going to have
another wild night
before heading out of town.

When he wakes up,
he's going to have
a serious mess to cover up.

About that--
I know you said you didn't
want to part with your boat.

Whatever it takes
to stop Charles,

I'll do it.

As promised.

If you can't make
your hundred grand back
fleecing those marks,

it's your own
bloody fault, mate.

Happy hunting.
To the hunt.

Actually, I'm swearing off
alcohol for a bit.

Chaz, I don't even know
what those words mean.

Buddy.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Cheers.

Mmm.

One on top--

widow in Coral Gables.

She should be worth
two and a half.

She just won a lawsuit
against some chemical company
that killed her kid.

[ Chuckles ]
Charles,
you're a real peach.

[ Sam's Voice ]
You're a real peach.

[ Gasps ]

- [ Explosion ]
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

There you are.
Come on. Let's go.

Wait. What in the hell
is going on?

Would it have killed you
to just snap her neck?

What? The hell
are you talking about?

Oh, no. Don't tell me
you've had another blackout.

Did I--

I killed-- I killed Emily?

No. You called me screaming
to save your ass
'cause you got a parking ticket.

Of course you killed Emily!
You gave her
a fricking Viking funeral.

Now come on. We gotta go.
My buddy's waiting. Let's go.

Your buddy?
You mean the dirty cop?

Don't you remember anything?
Yes. Yes. The guy that
you begged me to bring in.

Yes. Okay.

Yeah. Come on.
Yes.

He can fix this?
Yeah.

Ain't gonna be easy,
and it ain't gonna be cheap.

I don't care.
If he can clean this up,
I'll pay him whatever he wants.

A million dollars?
That's my Sunday special.

Cops are picking apart
the crime scene.

D.N.A. is on its way to the lab.
You're covered in blood.

You want to guess
how many palms
I gotta grease?

Look. I can get you
half a million.
Half a million?

Are you negotiating with me?
Are you negotiating with me?

A million is too much.
I'd rather run for it.

Great idea.
Fugitives escape
all the time.

Lady-killer here
is going to prison.
I'd distance myself.

Wait! W-Wait.

Look. I'm not
cut out for prison.

You have to make this go away.

I'll get the million.

You get a million dollars,
I will backdate a ticket
to Tahiti...

like this chick Emily's
skipping town.

It'll look like
she blew up her boat
for some fraud insurance claim.

Good. Good. Brilliant.
That'll work.

[ Beeps ]

Martin. It's Charles.
No. Shut up and listen!

I'm draining my accounts.

I'll need every cent of it--
including your share.

Don't you play
the crazy card with me,
you bloody tosser.

If I don't have it all...
[ Mouthing Word ]

within the hour,
I'm going to the police.

And I'm going to tell them
your nasty little secrets.

One hour, Martin.

[ Beeps ]

All good?
My moneyman.

I owe him a percentage,
but I know where
his bodies are buried.

He knows what happens
if he doesn't come through.

You know,
there's a flight to Rio
in three hours.

Why don't I get us a limo?
We can both go cool off.
[ Chuckles ]

Rio. Of course.
[ Laughs ]

Thirty percent of it
is my money, Charles.

Nobody blackmails me
and gets away with it.

That's tough talk for
a glorified accountant,
Martin.

You're lucky I don't kill you
right here just for that
weasel look on your face.

[ Pops Lips ]
See you when I see you.

- [ Sam Laughing ]
- One million dollars.

Now, make this all go away.

By the time I'm done,
it'll be like
this never happened.

[ Charles ]
Who says you can't
get away with murder?

Oh! Feels liberating.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, you know, speaking of
that, there's a few things
I wanted to mention to you.

First of all, I figured out
why you're blacking out.

Oh, thank you, detective.
I know. I've been
drinking too much.

Well, it's that. Yeah.
And I've been drugging you.

[ Chuckles ]
But there's more good news.
You're not a murderer.

What? What the hell
are you saying?

Ah, but there's
more bad news.

See, since you ripped off
your moneyman,
he wants you dead.

And that's a big problem
because we told his guys
where they could find you.

They're going to Rio?

[ Chuckles ]
Actually, no.

There's one final piece
I gotta tell ya.

Also bad news.
We're not going to Rio.

What the hell are you doing?
Chuck!

This is your stop.

Chuck, what is this?

You can't be serious.
This is mental.

You know,
there's nothing more pathetic
than a bitch who can't move on.

A raging British jackass
once told me that.

Wait. Chuck.

Come on. This is mental.
Chuck! Wait!

What are you doing?
You can't leave me here!

You bloody bastard! Chuck!

Cash is heavy. Wow.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]
So I should just
drop this off at the bank?

Show them a police report.
They'll probably chalk it up
to a transfer mistake.

The rest of the cash
we got from Charles is
going back to his victims.

- Buddy of mine on the force
is putting together a list.
- What happened to Charles?

Oh, uh, he's currently
on the run from
his former money manager.

You guys are amazing.

I'm sorry about having to
sacrifice your boat.

You know, I think Josh
would have appreciated
the final voyage.

Mom, have you
seen Jesse?

Are you going somewhere?

Tampa.

I've been meaning to visit
my friend Gwen.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

Were you planning on
saying good-bye?

Well, all right.
Tell Gwen I said hi.

I don't even particularly
like Gwen, Michael.

But I can't keep walking past
Jesse in my house
with all this pressure.

And I can't watch you
keep telling lie after lie.

You know, you say that
like you think I enjoy it.

Don't bother calling me
to come back
until it's all over.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Beeps ]

Mr. Barrett,
at long last.

I got your little message.

You've never heard of e-mail?
I guess
I'm just old-fashioned.

I don't believe
in making a deal
without a handshake.

If you want the Bible,
you have to get on a plane.

I just got off one, son.

Thought I should
meet you face-to-face.

I'll be in touch.

[ Beeps ]

So, Barrett's in town.

The Prince of Darkness
right here in Miami.

I think we've used
that name before.

Yeah? I'll try
and think of something better.

Meantime,
here's the F.A.A. manifest
for Drake Tech's private jet.

Fifteen guys on board.
I guess he brought an army.

Doubt that will stop him
from hiring some locals.

Yeah. I already made a few calls
for some private security firms.

Trying to figure out
where he's staying too.

That's a start.
He had to have visited
Miami before.

We should find out
where his old haunts are.

Yep. Lots of work ahead.
Hey, Jesse coming?

Consuela,
five beers, please.

What? Gotta hydrate.

Michael? We need to talk.

Hey, Fi.

What's going on, Jesse?

You know,
something was, uh--

Something was bothering me
for the last few days.

I was having a hard time
putting my finger on it.

Then I talked to
my old handler, Marv.
You remember him, right?

[ Beeps ]

There's no security footage
from the military annex
on the day that I was burned.

It's all been wiped.

But, uh,

there's another facility
across the street.

Marv found that footage
hadn't been erased.

So it turns out
that at the exact same moment...

that I was accused of
stealing government files,

someone else was
rushing away from the annex.

- That doesn't mean--
- No. No. No!

You do not get to
lie to me anymore!

Michael burned me,

and you all helped
cover it up.

It wasn't meant to happen.

We've been trying
to take Barrett out
so you can get back in.

Everything that's happened
since the day that I met
you people has been a lie.

- No, that's not true.
- And Michael-- he's a spy.

You know, I should expect that
from him, but you--

I thought I meant
something to you.

- You do.
- You can stop.

You can stop right there.

- Good-bye, Fiona.
- No, J-Jesse.

Please.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

- Yeah, Fi?
- Jesse found out
about everything.

- He had a gun.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Are you okay?

We ruined his life,
Michael.

Where is he?
[ Sighs ]
I don't know.

But I think
he's gonna make us pay.