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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.

So that list
is the key to destroying
the people who burned me.

It is.

We're going for a ride!

[ Groans ]

The list of the people
who burned you--

- It's missing.
- We have to get that back.

What do we know about
this crypto specialist?
Justin Walsh.

Buddy of Sam's says
the guy's had national security
clearance for over a decade.

[ Michael ]
He's auctioning the list.

[ Jesse ]
To find this guy,
we're gonna need some help.

What about your old handler?

You know where they're coming
together for the auction?

Santo Domingo. Two weeks.

Walsh copied the NOC list
to a thumb drive.

This is, without a doubt,
the hottest potato
I've ever seen.

[ Sam ] Which is why we need
to make sure we hand this
to the right people.

I'm thinking Uncle Sam, Mike.

[ Fiona ]
These people...

took away
everything you ever wanted.

[ Sam ]
Mike, you want to weigh in?

The people
on that list burned you,
so this is your call.

[ Jesse ]
Mike, you with us, man?

[ Fiona ]
Michael?

What do you want to do?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Covert intelligence,
at the most basic level,

is a type of weapon.

Like any weapon, it can be
used for good or evil,
to make war or peace,

to serve justice or power.

It comes down to one thing--
what you decide to do with it.

- You haven't changed
your mind, have you?
- No.

We need to hand this over
to the government.

Well, good.
It's the right thing
to do.

I already called Marv.
What did you
tell him?

Just the basics-- We got
a list of the cover I.D.'s
of the people that burned you.

He gets to be the hero
that hands it over as long
as he helps us get back in.

Now, he's interested.

But there's a problem?
Well, you know.

Marv was my handler
for eight years.
He knows me. We go back.

He basically trusts me.
He doesn't trust me.

I'm working on it, man.
You know. It's a dance.

Maybe it's time
for me to cut in.
I need to talk to Marv.

That is a horrible idea,
because he doesn't like you.

In his mind,
you're always gonna be
the guy that burned me.

Marv's a counterintel guy.
He gets paid to be suspicious.

The only way
I'm gonna change his mind
is if I talk to him alone.

Mike--
[ Sighs ]

All right, fine. Fine.
I'll set it up.

Do me a favor.
Try not to step on any toes.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Since I've known you,
you've lured me to Miami,

you blackmail me, you force me
to lie to the U.S. government.

Not exactly
a foundation of trust.

Maybe it's time to build one.

Oh, please.
I've seen your file.

When there's that much smoke,
there's usually a flame or two.

That file is a lie.
I didn't do those things.

Uh, maybe you did,
maybe you didn't.

But we both know that you're
never gonna get back in...

unless you've got
a heaping pile
of new evidence,

and here you are
with a shovel.

You think I'm lying
about this list?

I think I can't
take the chance.

Look, I'll vouch for you
on this thing. Okay?

I'll hand you off
to my superiors.

You're gonna have
to go on the record about
the people who burned you.

And I'm talking about
every contact
you made with them.

That would be
very dangerous, Marv--

for me, for you.

If the people who burned me
find out we're talking--

This isn't negotiable.
I'm not gonna be
your errand boy...

unless I can strap you
to a polygraph, get all
my questions answered.

You want to put me
on the box.

Twenty-seven years
in counterintelligence,

you think I can't spot
somebody who's trying
to beat a polygraph?

Look, I'll verify
and source all you got,
the whole nine yards.

But if you're not
willing to do this--

You want to do this now,
or do you want to
finish your mojito?

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the world of deception
spies inhabit,

the truth takes on
a peculiar power.

The truth-- the verifiable,
unvarnished truth--

[ Beeping ]
becomes the ultimate
bargaining chip.

State your name
and occupation
for the record.

The irony is that
the only time you can afford
to play that chip...

is when everything
is on the line,

and you only
get to play it once.

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy.

Why don't you boys
just buy some file cabinets?

Last time.

- It's the last time, I promise.
- I'm sure.

I'm serious.
Once me and Mike are back in,

we will not be hiding things
behind your wood paneling
anymore.

Back in?
You mean, like back in
your government jobs?

Michael failed to mention
that little development.

Damn it. I'm sorry.

I didn't-- I know it's a real
touchy subject with you guys.

No, no. It's fine. Really.

Really, I'm happy for you.
And Michael too.

Okay, good. Well, I should--

- I'm gonna get
this stuff to Sam.
- Duty calls.

Oh.

Sam, this isn't a case, is it?

No, this is some stuff Jesse
had in my logs-- from when I
used to watch you for the feds.

Figured it might jog your
memory about your first contact
with your burn pals.

You had a daily
yogurt tally?

Ah, what can I say?
I'm thorough.

Thanks, Sam.

I'm sure Marv
will enjoy
the read.

Well, tell him
to pick up
the pace, okay,

'cause that
NOC list is
like a hot potato.

You know the rules about the
hot potato-- you pass it along
to the next guy without delay,

quickly, pronto, chop-chop.

I get it!
You gonna sit down?

No, I can't. I got a gig.

Cop buddy of mine
went missing a few days ago.

He's always been there for me,
and, well, his wife is worried.

This wouldn't
happen to be...

Detective Baruchel,
would it?

The guy's dirty.
He fled the state, Sam.

[ Exhales ]

Well, Mike, look.
Just 'cause you read something
doesn't make it true.

You of all people
should know that.

Two weeks.

No phone calls, no letters.

Brian's been
asking me every night
where his dad is.

They're saying that
he shot those dealers...

and stole all that cocaine.

But this is Kevin.
You know him. He would never--

I know. He's a good man.
As good as they come.

Four years of working
with him, I've never met
a more honest cop.

Pete was Kevin's partner.
He's been trying to find Kevin,

but the brass is shutting down
his investigation.

Well, that seems
a little early to close up shop,
don't you think?

They found traces of coke
in Kevin's car,

and his cell phone shows
some unreported contact with
known criminals in the area.

There's gotta be an
explanation. I just--
I just don't have it yet.

So you think the top brass...

is just gonna
sweep this
under the rug.

As far as they are concerned,
Kevin's case is closed.

- The whole thing stinks to me.
- They think he ran off.

They suspended him,
took his pension.

That's all we have.

Meanwhile, our so-called friends
have turned their backs on us.

And the things
that the kids at school...

are saying to Brian
about his father--

Claire, do you have copies of
his phone records, credit card
receipts, that sort of thing?

Whatever you need.

Listen, I can't let my bosses
know that I'm working on this
off the books,

but you find anything at all,
just call me and I'll help.

Just please...

find my husband.

Bring him home.

I'll do my best.

[ Sam ] Okay, you guys
don't have to help me,
but at least just hear me out.

Went over Kevin's
phone logs.

It looks like he was doing
some kind of off-the-books
investigation.

I checked out the numbers--
most of them dead-ends.

But look at this.
Kevin had a repeat caller.

Not a very chatty one.
The calls only last
a couple seconds.

But less than
a minute later,

Kevin called
the number back.

He was stepping
away, getting
to a place...

where he
could talk
in private.

Remind me to check
your phone records.

I checked Kevin's.

I tracked the number back
to a burner used
by this guy Ted Seyers.

He's got a rap sheet
long enough to wallpaper
this room,

and he lives in the same
neighborhood where
those dealers were shot.

How'd the cops miss this?

Let's just say I did a few
things to track the number down
that aren't things cops do.

Kevin's son goes to bed
every night wondering
where his dad is.

I just want to talk
to this Ted guy.
That's it.

So, are you in,
or am I flying solo
on this one?

Yeah, Sam, we're in.

Nice.

** [ Car Stereo: Rock ]

There's our guy Ted.

I checked
his court records.

Far as I can tell,
he's pretty much just your
average drug dealing scumbag.

** [ Stops ]

Now, what he did to that car
should be against the law.

Let's go say hi.

Jesse ready?
Oh, he's ready.

Excuse me, Mr. Seyers.
We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

- What about?
- Detective Baruchel.

[ Electricity Crackling ]
[ Grunting ]

- That looked painful.
- [ Whimpering ]

- What the hell is that?
- What?

My good head bag
is at the cleaners.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies
use different interrogation
techniques than police.

Cops tend to do their
questioning in bright,
fluorescent-lit rooms,

and they're legally required
to let the bad guys
know who they are...

before they start
asking questions.

Spies, on the other hand,
often start interrogations
in darkness,

in completely
unfamiliar locations.

And the less the bad guy
knows, the better.

You can't do this to me.
I got a deal.

A deal? By the looks of it,
you got the wrong end
of the bargain.

Call Detective Jackman. He's my
"Get Out Of Jail Free" card.

Detective Pete Jackman,
Kevin's partner?

Isn't he the cop
that's helping you?

But he wasn't helping me, Mike.
He was keeping tabs on me.

Wait a second.
Look, where are we?

'Cause I'm not
saying another word.
I want a lawyer.

Well, let's just be clear.
We're not cops.
We're friends of Kevin.

Friends of--

You don't scare me.

Well, we don't have to.

But the weather in Miami?
Whoo, that's scary.

'Cause about the middle
of the afternoon, it's gonna
be about 140 degrees in here.

And I'm no doctor,
but without water, boy,

you're not gonna last long.

So you either tell me
where my friend is,

or you find out what it's like
to be a casserole.

[ Sniffles ]

Fine.
Enjoy your brief life.

W-Wait. Wait.

[ Sam ]
You gonna tell us
where our friend is?

I-- I can't. All right?
He's gone.

Yeah, I heard the rumor about
him running off to Mexico.
I don't buy it.

No, no, no. He's dead, man!

All right-- Pete?
You know, his partner?
He told me I had to do it.

Pete said he
was gonna kill me.

What did you do?

You tell me this whole story,
from the beginning, right now.

All right.

Pete, he killed those bangers
and he stole all their junk.

Kevin got suspicious.
He started asking questions.

So Pete told me to act
like I had information,

to-- to, uh, pretend
I was a C.I.

- That's why you
were calling him.
- I had to set up a meeting.

I told him
it had to be secret.

When he got there,
I shoved a gun in his face.

Then I took him out
onto the water and--

Well, yeah,
then I, you know--

You killed Kevin.

You should be talking to Pete.

'Cause he told me that
nobody would ever find out.

I was just supposed to
help him deal the drugs,

and then I would get a cut
after I got rid of the body.

- [ Object Clatters ]
- "The body." "The body"?

That was my friend,
you son of a bitch!

Sam! Sam, Sam!

[ Jesse ]
Well, we could call the cops.
[ Fiona ] And say what?

We abducted some guy
and locked him
in a storage container?

Are we looking
to get him arrested or us?

He confessed to murder.
That's gotta be
good for something.

There's no evidence.
No body, no witnesses.

It's Ted's word
against Pete.
Criminal versus cop.

Miami P.D. is already closing
the case down. They're not
gonna open it for that.

Then we'll crack
it open for 'em.

Sam, you really wanna
go down that road?
Damn right I do.

We'd be pitting ourselves
against a police officer,

and it won't bring
your friend back.

No, but it will
clear Kevin's name.

That's all his family has,
Mike, is his name.

Go tell Kevin's wife.
Let's see what we can do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
You can work in the field
your entire life,

but telling people
their loved ones are dead
never gets easier.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

There's no training
that makes it better,

no technique
that makes it smoother.

You just get through it
however you can.

In the end,
all you can really do
with that kind of pain...

is decide
what you're going to do
to make it right.

Mojito?
No, thanks.
I'm good with water.

You look like hell, Sam.

Yeah. Didn't sleep.

Well, give me a block of C-4
and Pete's address,

and I guarantee someone
gets some shut-eye.

Yeah, I thought of that.
The situation's bad,
but we still have options.

Pete hasn't moved
the coke he stole yet.

So you wanna bait Pete
into bringing out the drugs
and get him busted?

It's less satisfying
than my idea,

but he is counting on Ted
to sell the blow,
and we've got Ted.

The trick is,
if Pete figures out
that we're onto him,

all he has to do
is destroy the stash,
and it's over.

Everybody's gotta keep this
close to the vest.

Including Claire.

She'll be quiet.
Believe me.

She wants Pete taken down
more than anyone.

Well, gentlemen,
sounds like we have
a drug deal to set up.

What? You're crazy.

I can't set Pete up.
He's a cop.

Buddy, you just killed a cop.
All you gotta do
is call this one.

Tell him you're gonna hook him
up with a buyer for his coke,
a big shot from out of town.

Y-You don't get it.
Pete's careful. He has
this whole thing wired.

There's no way you guys
are gonna take him down.

Trust me, Ted,
the smart money is on us.

What's in it for me?

Wow.
What's in it for you?

You get to spend
a little time in prison.

Instead of spending
the rest of your life
right here.

[ Chuckles ]
You know,
for whatever it's worth,

it would be
a shorter sentence.

You're gonna make a call.
You're gonna call Pete.

You set up a meeting
for 10:00 p.m. tonight,
Stringer Marina.

You're gonna introduce him
to your pal Ray.

He's a dealer out of
Jacksonville that just started
to move a lot of weight.

Make the call, Ted.

[ Phone Beeping ]

Hey.
Sam. Good to see you.

Hey, Pete, Sam's here.

[ Lowers Voice ] He came by
to drop off some groceries.
Just get him out.

Hey, Sam. Any good news?
No. I wish I had
something to tell you.

Just came by to see
if Claire was able to dig up
any new phone records.

You've got everything.
No luck?

[ Sighs ]
Wow. Don't feel bad.
I'm stuck too.

Listen, hon.
He's out there.

We may just have to wait
till Kevin decides
to come back to us.

Hey, why don't we clear out?

Let Claire get some rest.
Of course.

Listen, you need anything,
I'm there for you. Okay?

Thanks, Sam.
All right, buddy.

[ Exhales ]
[ Door Closes ]

I know talking to that
son of a bitch is hard,
but you did great.

Whatever you have to do,
just do it fast.

It's almost over.
We're setting him up tonight.

So, another hotel meeting
with Marv.

How many more times
you gonna have to do this?

I really hope this is it.

But it's gonna be
a long process before Jesse
and I get our names cleared.

We need him on our side, Fi.

Well, if you need
a character reference,
tell him to give me a call.

You're rooting for this?

I thought you hated
the idea of me working
for the government again.

Well, I do, but I want you
to have a choice.

You want me to have the choice,

but you want me to choose
to turn it down.

Either way, don't we end up
at the same place?

Michael, I hope you're
never in a situation...

where your survival
depends on your ability
to understand relationships.

You'll be dead in seconds.

Go. You're late.

I checked out as much
of your story as I could
without raising any flags.

Most of it's legit--

Well, given
the questionable nature
of your activities,

I don't know whether
that's the right word.

- The thing is--
- What's the thing, Marv?

I've told you everything I know
about the people who burned me.

The thing is,
there are other issues,
other people.

Sam Axe, for instance.

He's a friend.
Former Navy SEAL.
A washout.

Don't even get me started
on Fiona Glenanne.
What do they know?

Who have they told?
How far does
this thing go?

It goes no further than us.
Sam, Fi, Jesse and me.
That's it.

Are you willing to bet
your life on that?
Because if you're wrong--

Nobody else knows.

Marv, if you're gonna help me
and Jesse, help us.

If you're not going to,
then don't.

But I can't sit
on this list forever.

All right,
I'll let you know
the time and the place.

You and Jesse
bring the list.
I'll do what I can.

[ Exhales ]
Good.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have more "questionable
activities" to attend to.

You in the mood for
cookin', Mike? 'Cause we're
gonna make some napalm.

Just wanna prep the ground
for this thing with Pete.

Are you prepping it
or torching it?

I thought this was
just a meeting.

Look, Pete is a cop,
so I can't backstop you with
a police record that will sell.

You have a clean sheet.

See, the only way this guy
buys you as a major player
is if we make a splash.

Gasoline and hydroxyl aluminum.
That's a mighty hard sell.

Yeah, well, he killed my friend,
so it's a special occasion.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Napalm, or gelled fuel,

is best known
for its use in bombs.

But it's essentially just
gasoline that has been
chemically altered...

to make it sticky
and easier to control.

It can be used
in explosive devices,

but it can also be used
in any situation...

where you need to control
the shape and size of a flame.

Which makes it very
useful in forest fire work,
building demolition...

and any situation
where you want to scare
the hell out of someone.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, Mike.
That's the last batch.

Get yourself ready,
look sharp and don't wear
any synthetic fibers.

[ Sam On Radio ]
Mike, try and stay
in my line of sight, will ya?

Every time we do this,
you act like I can
shoot around corners.

- I got it, Sam.
- Just stay loose.
Go with the moment.

Like jazz, only with a sniper
and five gallons of napalm.

Exactly.

He's here. Right on time.

Hey, Pete. Ray Gant.

I'm the guy your buddy Ted
told you about.
Where's Ted?

- He said he would be here.
- Ted's not partaking
in this transaction.

I cut out the middleman.

- The hell is that
supposed to mean?
- I cut his throat.

You what?
Wait, you killed him?
Are you crazy?

Petey, Petey, Petey, relax.
His loss is your gain.

You are now inheriting
a direct distribution deal.
Boom!

We could sell
your product together,
just the two of us.

Yeah, forget it.

Deal's off.

- Where the hell
you think you're goin'?
- I'm leaving!

Look, man,
this was supposed to be
between you, me and Ted.

And now I find out
you killed Ted?

I'm not gonna do some deal
with some guy I don't know.

You never heard of me
because I've never been caught.

I've never been caught
because I'm careful.

That means if a junkie loser
comes to me with a deal,

I'm smart enough to kill him
before he starts jawing off.

Just like when a dirty cop
comes to me with a deal,

that dirty cop
doesn't get to walk away!

What the hell?
This is so we can have
a private conversation.

I call this
the ring of trust,

and you can trust
that you won't leave this ring
without us having a deal.

Now, I've got money,
you've got product.

Are we going to
do business together?

Yeah, let's do
some business.
Fantastic! Let's do that!

Fine, Pete, fine.

But if you change
things up again, you're
gonna hurt my feelings.

And then, who knows?
I might have to hurt
your everything.

[ Beeps ]
Pete getting squirrelly?

He's in, but he's
not making it easy.

He keeps changing the place
and time of the meeting.

Well, what's the problem?
Honestly?

Our little fire stunt
kind of worked
a little too well.

He's too scared
to make a move.

If he's freaking out that bad,
what are the odds he flushes
the drugs and walks away clean?

Pretty high,
unless we pick up the pace.

You got a plan?
Yeah, but you're not
gonna like it.

Pete had Kevin killed,
but he never actually
saw the body.

Wait. You want to pretend
Kevin's still alive?

You're right. I hate that idea.
Do you have any idea what
that would do to Claire?

Sam, I wish
there was another way.

Other than raising the dead
and forcing a grieving widow
to play along?

Pete's too paranoid
to make the deal right now.

But we can motivate him
through fear,

and there's nothing
he'll fear more than
finding out Kevin's alive.

I'll call Claire.
Jesus, Mike.

[ Sam ]
I'm sorry.
I know it's a lot to ask.

I'm already living with a ghost.
I-- I can't do this.

It's just for a little while,
just long enough to get Pete
to move the drugs.

I promise you, the second
he brings them into the open,
we shut him down for good.

What exactly
do I have to do?

We're gonna need
a few of his things,

make it look like
he's in town, hiding out.

What if Pete calls?
He's been checking in,
pretending like he gives a damn.

Well, that's the harder part.

See, you can't just avoid him.

I mean, you gotta work it.
You gotta play it.

Pretend you're relieved, like
you got a secret call from Kevin
but you can't talk about it.

You're serious?
Think of it this way.

Every word that you say
brings that bastard closer
to the gas chamber.

Claire.
Now, you can do this.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, good.
We need one more thing.

We need a place to meet,
someplace private.

Someplace Kevin would have gone
if he was on the run.

His boat.
His uncle left it to him.
He loved that boat.

Yeah, that'll work.
I'll call Pete.

Sam?
Yeah, come on in.
I'm back here.

I got your message.
What's going on?

Hey, listen, sorry to
drag you all the way out here
for nothing.

I guess we just missed him.
Him? Who's him?

Kevin. Who do you think
owns this boat? Kevin was here.
He was just here.

Hell, the fries
are still warm.

He told me not to come.
He said it was too dangerous.

But I just wanted
to show him he's got friends
in his camp, you know?

Anyway,
I don't know all the details,
but it's damn good news.

You talked to Kevin?
Yeah. He called me.

Said he's laying low
and not to worry.

That's-- That's--
You know, that's great!

Uh-- Um--

What's he doing?
I don't know.
He couldn't say.

All I know is he's talking
to Internal Affairs.

Wait. Internal Affairs?
That doesn't make any sense.

Well, it makes a lot
more sense than Kevin
killing a couple guys...

and running off to Mexico
with a pile of coke.

Come on. You know Kevin.

He's like a dog
with a frickin' bone,
that guy.

He never gives up
on a case.

Uh--

Um--

Just a little worried,
'cause, I mean--

[ Exhales ]
Kevin's my partner, you know,
and I wanna back him up.

Did he tell you
where he is now?

He couldn't say.
It's all pretty hush-hush.

Yeah. Well, what about
the investigation?

I mean, did they say
what they know or when they're
gonna make their move or--

Look at you.
I know you want to help.

It's only gonna be a
couple days before they take
this bastard down though.

Then we can all get
our shot at him. Right?

Right.

Looks like he bought it.
You guys ready to
bring the heat?

I'm just picking up some
cop shoes. I figured Madeline
would have something suitable.

Okay. Hurry up and strut on
over to Claire's, 'cause that's
where Pete is heading.

I'm all over it.
[ Beeps ]

I gotta say, you're
taking this pretty well.
Fashion isn't everything.

Besides, my heels pinch.

I'm not talking about footwear.
I know Michael's leaving.
Jesse told me.

- Madeline--
- If he wants to go back
to his old job,

I don't have
a problem with that.

But good-byes are not
Michael's strong suit.

Remember his last
little trip away?
Poof! Gone.

Ten years.
Just a hole in my life.

And the first three months,
I didn't know
if he was dead or alive.

Three months. That's how
Michael says good-bye.

His ticket back in isn't
a sure thing. That's probably
why he didn't say anything.

You're defending him?

He's done the same thing
to you, sweetheart.

Oh, he's done much worse.

Believe me.

And if he leaves
like that again,

you won't have to be wondering
whether he's dead or alive...

because I will kill him.

We can do it together.

Now I've gotta help
with Sam's dirty cop.

Look, I heard some rumors.
Something's going on
with Kevin.

And if you've
heard anything,
you can tell me.

Nothing. I mean,
I can't say anything.

I'm sorry.

Claire, look.
He's my partner.

Okay? But he's my friend.
So tell me where he is.

I just really need to know
that he's okay.

He's fine.

You'll see him soon.

She's good.

How she holds it together
talking to that bastard,
I have no idea.

She wants justice.
It's a powerful motivator.

You think
that's what it is?
Or revenge?

Hey, justice and revenge--

that's chocolate
and peanut butter
as far as I'm concerned.

You're making me hungry.

Let's do this.

[ Car Doors Close ]

Detective Jackman.
Can we speak to you
for a moment?

- Excuse me? Who are you?
- We're with Internal Affairs.

- What the hell do you want?
- Why were you talking
to Mrs. Baruchel?

She's my partner's wife.
I've got every right
to speak to her.

Simple question.
No need to get defensive.
I'm not being defensive.

- You're getting
a little defensive.
- [ Sighs ]

Look, uh, I am here
to support Claire. Okay?

Her husband is facing
a lot of accusations.

We're aware
of the accusations.

What, you're looking
into those?

We're looking into
many things, Detective.

- You'll let me know
if I can do anything.
- As a matter of fact, there is.

Don't leave town, Detective.

We'll be in touch.

[ Phone Beeping ]

- [ Line Rings ]
- [ Rings ]

- This is Ray.
- Yeah, it's Pete.

Yeah, Pete.
What you need?

Look, if this deal's
gonna go down, it's
gotta go down today.

Today? I love today.
Today works for me.

I don't like it, Michael.
Why does he want to make
the deal on Kevin's boat?

[ Jesse ] He probably
doesn't want a repeat
of the ring of trust.

Boat's a location
he knows he can control.

Plus, if anything goes wrong,
he can always blame it on Kevin.
Pete's classy that way.

Fi, we don't have a choice
about the meeting place.

This is our last chance
to take Pete down.
We'll make it work.

Fine. Sam and I
are gonna cover you
while you make the deal.

We'll keep an open line. Once
I confirm he's got the coke,
you and Sam call the cops.

How about if we kick his ass
first, and then
we call the cops?

We'll see.

All right. Pete should be
here any minute. I'm gonna get
on the boat for the exchange.

- Cover me.
- Okay, Mike. We got you.
Be careful.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Stay sharp.

[ Fiona ]
Sam, Pete's here, but he's
not headed for the boat.

- [ Sam ] Fi, get Mike
out of there. It's a trap.
- [ Earpiece Beeps ]

- Yeah, Fi?
- Michael, get out of there.
He's gonna blow the boat.

[ Fiona Gasps ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Silenced Gunfire ]

Oh, damn it!

Michael!

Michael!

Sam.

[ Grunts ]
I'm okay.

Michael, we couldn't
get a shot at him.
Pete got away.

Son of a bitch
is probably on his way
to the airport right now.

You have a dry phone, Sam?

I don't know what you're
thinking, but I'm pretty
sure we're done.

No, we are not done--

as long as Pete has the drugs
and thinks Kevin's still alive.
[ Rings, Beeps ]

- Jess.
- What the hell's going on?
I heard a boom.

New plan. Pete's heading back
to Miami. We need to catch him
before he gets there.

All right. Uh--
I haven't seen him. He must be
taking the side roads.

Whatever route he takes,
he's gonna end up
on the causeway.

We need a jam-up
on the interchange.

Yeah, I think
I can make that happen.

You make it happen fast.
We need to get there
before he does. Go!

Got it.

You wanna fill us in?
At this point, Pete just wants
to stay alive and out of jail.

I need to convince him that
the only way this happens is if
his fall guy takes another fall.

So you're gonna get him
to plant the coke at Kevin's.

And you are gonna make sure
cops are there to meet us.

Can you do that?
You got it.

[ Woman ]
Come on!

- Aah!
- [ Woman #2 ]
He just stopped--

[ Michael Narrating ]
Anyone who has battled
big-city traffic knows...

a traffic jam
is just about the easiest thing
in the world to create.

[ People Shouting ]
Any number of fluids
poured on a hot engine...

can create enough smoke
to turn a major freeway
into a parking lot.

If you're looking
to grab someone stuck
in that traffic jam,

you need a choke point,
a place where road conditions
restrict visibility.

Come on! Move it up there!

Your target is likely
to be distracted, unarmed...

and sitting in your
potential getaway vehicle.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

- You, you're--
- Not dead.

[ Shouting Continues ]

We're going for
a little ride. Pull a U-ey
and gun it, or I will.

How do you want it,
head or chest?

No, don't.
Nice upholstery.
How about the Dumpster?

Please, wait.
Don't kill me!
Dumpster okay?

Final resting place?
Is that okay?
Please. I can explain.

Explain? Explain?
I can explain.

I'm not sure
there's much to explain.

We had a deal, and instead
of honoring that deal,

you tried to blow me up
on a boat.

I think the circle of trust
is broken, Pete.

I-I had Internal Affairs
on me. Okay?

I thought my partner
was-- was dead,

and when he wasn't--
I found out he was alive--
I panicked.

You know, this crying
and begging-- It's embarrassing.
I'm embarrassed for you.

I'll give you the coke.
Oh, right.

And then I end up
with the hottest blow
in the history of nose candy.

Boys in blue are gonna be
hunting for that forever now.

You know, it's too bad, Pete,
'cause I could have used
a guy on the force.

No, I can help you.
I can do that.
No. I.A. investigating?

Forget it. They will never stop
until they find that coke.

Wait, wait, wait!
Wait! Wait!
[ Hammer Cocks ]

Lean back.
Wait! Please!

Little more.
Listen!

The brass. Right now they
think that my old partner
Kevin did this, okay?

I can plant the drugs
at his place. Okay?

I'll call in a tip,
and then Kevin'll get busted,

and then no one'll be looking
for those drugs anymore.

And I'm clean,
and I'm yours.

Okay. A pet cop.
That's good. That could work.
That could work.

It has to work.

We got a plan.
We got a plan, Pete.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A career in law enforcement...

tends to make for
a cynical outlook on life.

Where spies spend
their careers telling lies,

cops spend their careers
listening to them.

[ Man ]
So let me get this straight.

You want me
to reopen the case
of a dirty officer...

so you can clear his name
by implicating his partner--

Look, if you follow me
to Kevin's house right now,
I can prove it.

You gotta believe me.
No, I don't.

You have no idea
what you're accusing
this department of.

You listen, Briggs--
It's Lieutenant Briggs.

You're addressing
a commanding officer.

Fine. You wanna
earn your stripes?
Help me take Jackman down.

This is insane.
Get the hell out of my way.

This is assault!

It's about to be
a lot worse than that.

Now, you listen to me,
Lieutenant.

For the sake of a good man
who was my friend and your
brother on the force,

do not make me
ask you again.

I'll have you
crucified for this.

When this is done, if you feel
the need to crucify me,

I will climb up
on that cross myself.

But please don't do it until
after we visit Kevin's house.

Fine. I'll call in
a couple of my men.

Buck up, Petey.
This will all be over soon.

The house is empty.
Just plant the drugs and go.

It's too risky. We should
get someone else to do it.

Are you stupid? No, nobody
else is getting involved.

You're the one who messed
this all up by not being able
to cap your partner yourself.

Look, then you do it.
You'd be better at actually--

No, no. no. Do I look
like your errand boy?

You got two options--
drug planter or organ donor.

Look, man.

If I get caught,
I'm gonna be no use to you.

You're the one who said
your partner's at the
station, ratting you out.

You got one last chance
to save yourself.

Man up, go in there
and plant the drugs.

[ Exhales ]
I pull this off, I'll probably
get a commendation.

That's right, Pete.
You'll be a regular hero.

So what's it gonna be,
a medal on your chest
or a bullet through it?

[ Hammer Cocks ]
Freeze, Jackman.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
You're under arrest.

It's a little late
to be stopping by,
isn't it, buddy?

What have we here?

That's not mine.
I swear.

What did Kevin tell you?
Kevin didn't tell me
anything. He's dead.

No, no, no. He's working
with Internal Affairs.

No. See, Ted Seyers
just confessed
to killing him for you.

Ted? Wait, wait.
Ted is dead.

Ted? No, he's got
a long life ahead of him...

in the pen, with you.

- Wait. But they said--
- Sort it out in prison,
you son of a bitch.

[ Grunts ]

You wanna cuff me,
go ahead.

[ Sighs ]
Maybe later.

Now how about you help me
drag his sorry ass
out to the car.

Couldn't have asked for
a more beautiful send-off,
Claire.

You gonna be all right?

I'm just glad Kevin got
the service he deserved.

I'm so sorry.
For everything.

Don't apologize.

You did all you could.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Now, about our deal.
Are you here to collect?

Is it time
for my crucifixion?

No. You were right.

Kevin was a good officer.

And I'm sorry
you lost your friend.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Think I owe you a drink, Sam.
Yeah, I could
sure use it, bud.

You here to pick up Jesse...

for your big meeting about
going back to the government?

When are you gonna learn
you can't hide everything
from your mother?

Mom, I'm sorry.
You're a grown man.

I know you wanna go
back into your old job.
I understand that.

No, I mean I'm sorry that
you didn't find out from me.

The last time I left,
I hurt people.
I know that.

But I was trying
to protect them.

People...

like to say good-bye,
Michael.

Who knows?
Maybe this time
we won't have to.

But whatever I decide,

I will let you know.

Okay.

All right. Finished
fixing up my filing
cabinet, Mrs. Westen.

Garage is good as new.
You ready, Mike?

Yeah.

Marv's got a Homeland
Security team waiting
to secure the hand-off.

This thing is encrypted
till doomsday.

We can forget about making
copies, unless you got
a supercomputer handy.

Probably
for the best then.
Yeah.

- Let's go.
- Good luck, boys.

- This is it?
This is the list?
- In all its glory.

You know, these guys shouldn't
just escort you to the airport.

They should fly with you.
That thing is dangerous, man.

It's all taken care of.

I'll keep in touch.

Who you taking it to?

I shouldn't say.

It's for your own
protection.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's standard protocol...

for a Homeland Security officer
escorting classified materials
to be armed--

less standard for their arms
to have silencers.

Marv, who are these guys?

Jesse, I'm sorry.
They threatened me. They said
that they would kill my wife.

What the hell
are you talking about?
What's going on?

- [ Grunts ]
- Back off! Hands in the air!

No, no!

I'm not letting them
get away.

Jesse, wait!

Brennen.

You know this guy?
Who the hell is he?

Our worst nightmare.