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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 ]
As a field operative,

some aspects of life aren't part
of your daily experience.

You may be familiar
with the mountains
of Afghanistan...

or know how to break down
a .50-caliber machine gun,

but that expertise
comes at the cost...

of certain normal activities
people take for granted--

keeping up with sports teams,
for example,

or details of lawn care--

[ Crying ]
Shh.

or dealing with babies.
[ Crying Continues ]

You're sure it doesn't
need medical attention?

Its name is Charlie.

And your nephew's fine, Bro.
He just needs a little nap.

Oh, by the way, Mom,
thank you so much for
the "welcome home" meat loaf.

It was really--
It was thoroughly cooked.

And, uh, Ruth's gonna
be bummed she missed it.

Well, it's not every day
you can get a pedicure.

So, how's Fiona?

Mom told me you guys
are... living together?

- Yes, we are.
- It's moving fast.
[ Chuckles ]

At this rate, they
should be married by 60.

Thanks for the food, Mom.
I'm gonna go fix the Charger.

- [ Charlie Crying ]
- Michael, is there
gonna be an end to this,

'cause I want my garage back.

[ Crying Continues ]
Mom?

Could you just
support his head?

His little neck muscles
are not really developed yet.

You may recall that I've
done this a couple of times.

Anything else?

No. That's it.

Hey, you know
what I was thinking?

This would be
an awesome project for us--

finally convert your ride
into a spy mobile.

We'd put a smoke-screen
button right here
for high-speed pursuits.

You know what happens to smoke
at 60 miles an hour?
It dissipates.

You doing
all right, Bro?

Nate, why'd you
move back to Miami?

See-- [ Sighs ]
Why you
gotta be like that?

It's important to me
and Ruth that Charlie
grow up around family.

The same Ruth who skipped
the "welcome home" lunch
for a pedicure?

[ Sighs ] You know Vegas
isn't the right kind
of place for me.

And since Charlie's been born,
I've been trying
to keep my nose clean.

- I've been going back
to Gamblers Anonymous.
- Good for you.

Yeah. It is good for me.

But I-I was kind of hoping
that you and Mom...

could help me stay straight,
'cause, um, family helps, Bro.

You can help
with the Charger.

Thanks.
It's good to have you home.

I should run.

Yeah? Super-secret
spy meeting?

[ Whispering ]
Super-secret.

[ Mouths Word ]

Fi, uh, I thought
we were shopping
for drapes.

That store
sells drapes.
First things first.

I'm buying you
a paper shredder.
Paper shredder?

You seem a little
preoccupied lately.

I don't think it's healthy
to keep files on the people
who ruined your life--

Vaughn, Carla, management.

They don't deserve
a place in your head
or your file cabinet.

I don't think
some old files
are the problem, Fi.

Well, let's get rid
of them and see.
That part of your life is over.

Michael?
I think we're being tailed.

Man with the blue
shopping bag.

- You sure?
- Not yet.

I clocked him
in the parking lot
and the coffee place.

I don't think
it's anything, Michael.

- Let's split up and see.
- Fine.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the toughest parts
of adjusting to civilian life...

after a major operation
is the paranoia.

You can't turn it off.

If a shopper behind you
is carrying a suspicious package
and avoiding eye contact,

they could be there
to do you harm.

And if you're right
about the threat,

the consequences
could be serious.

What do you want?
What do you want?

[ Girl ]
Daddy?

Of course,
if you're wrong,

the consequences
could be serious as well.

- Michael!
- I'm sorry. I thought I--

What are you doing?
I thought that--

- I'm sorry. My boyfriend is--
- Your boyfriend
is a psycho, lady.

Come on, honey.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Post-operation paranoia
isn't something you can control.

It's with you always--

when you're working,
when you're relaxing.

Even sleep is no escape.

[ Gasps ]

[ Sighs ]

There's nothing there.

You're dreaming again.

We took care of it.

Okay?

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

Hey, Mikey, how you doing?
Got you a gift.

You got me a gift?
Yeah.

Let me tell ya. You're
a tough guy to shop for.

What do you get for the guy
who basically has... nothing?

Anyway, try that.

A gift certificate
for a massage.

Best spa in Miami--
the Mist at the Darabont Hotel.

There's a five-month
waiting list,

unless you have an in
with the owner.

Sam's new girlfriend.

You have
a new girlfriend.

Elsa and I don't use labels,
Mike, except "boy toy."

[ Chuckles ]
She calls me "boy toy."

Anyway, the spa
is so relaxing,

they got to bring in
a defibrillator to wake you up
when you're done.

Might help you with your
little-- [ Whistles ] Hmm?

You told him, Fi?

That you're obsessing over
the people who burned you...

even though they're
either dead or in jail?

- I might have mentioned it.
- We've always known you've
been a little crazy,

but we just don't want you
going crazy-crazy.

Sam, I'm fine.
It's just nightmares.

They're a little more than that.
You attacked a man who was about
to pull a teddy bear on you.

I told you
I spotted him three times.

I couldn't take the risk.
It was a mistake. I'm fine.

[ Cell Phone Buzzes ]

Uh, it's Nate.
[ Beeps ]

He's picking me up
at the loft
in 15 minutes.

Okay, Mike.
Get yourself a massage.
Do yourself a favor.

Wow. So that went well.

Let's not worry about Mike.
He's just Mike.

Not right now he isn't.

Two weeks living in Miami,

and you're already
in trouble.

That's a record
even for you.

It's not me. It's my friend.

Look, Bro, I just need
a little backup.

Nate, I'm sorry.
I just can't deal
with this right now.

Okay. Good.
That's what I'll tell my friend.

I'll say, "Oh, I am so sorry
that your life is in danger,

but it's just
really not convenient
for my brother right now."

Whose life
is in danger?

Jessica. I knew her husband
for a million years
in Gamblers Anonymous.

He died
of a heart attack last month.
He left her drowning in debt.

Let me guess.
Loan shark problems.

Yeah.
The dirtbag's name is Carter.

She's in mourning,
and the guy trashed her shop.

She's in fear for her life.
She thinks he's gonna kill her.

Tell her to call the cops.
I did.

They filed a report
for property damage,

and then they told her,
"Call back if it gets serious."

Nate, I don't--

I'm just not up
for this right now.

Listen, Bro.
I know you're going
through some stuff.

[ Sighs ]
But half of you is better
than all of most people.

Come on.

The day after Paul's funeral,
this guy, Carter, showed up.

He told me that my husband
owed him a ton of money.

I didn't even know that Paul
had been gambling again.

He was in the hole
over 100 grand, Mike.

And now Carter wants to squeeze
the money out of you?

I gave him
everything I could,
but it wasn't enough.

Somehow he found out
about my dad's boat.

Her dad's charter fishing boat.
Of course without that,
he's out of work.

Losing it will destroy him,

but it's the only thing
that my family owns
that's worth anything.

I don't know what else to do.

Giving Carter the boat
won't solve your problem.

He'll just go after
something else.

Which is why we have
to draw a line in the sand.
All right?

We get a bat, right?
Couple bats.

Um, actually, no.
And then--

No bats. Just don't
give him the boat just yet.
I'll see what I can do.

You guys know I'm broke.
I can't afford
to pay you anything--

unless you accept free yogurt.

Deal.

[ Bell Dings ]

So what's our move?

This guy Carter,
he hangs out at jai alai.
It's, uh, down on 37th.

I was thinking we could do--
After you drop me off,
your move is going home.

What?
You have
a two-month-old baby, Nate.

You shouldn't be hanging out
around loan sharks. Sam and I
will check this guy out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Gaming facilities provide a
natural habitat for loan sharks,

who are always hunting
for gamblers who need
a quick buck at a bad rate.

As long as they
don't turn on each other,

they're at the top
of the food chain.

Mike, I thought we
just talked about you
taking some time off.

We did.

But I couldn't very well
tell Nate's friend,

"Sorry your life's in danger,
but it's not convenient
for me right now."

Well, this is basically
the opposite of a vacation.

Nate's friend isn't just dealing
with a street hustler here.
Take a look at the guy.

Guy looks like he's made
out of scrap metal--
that's Carter.

He's got a rep
for squeezing people
until they're selling plasma.

Moving up the ranks
pretty quick.
Guy's a real pit bull.

[ Michael ]
The one holding his leash?

Uh, that's the boss, Wallace.
He owns this place
and Jessica's debt.

Suspected
in a couple of murders.

I checked into 'em, Mike.
These guys are real pros.

Good.
They'll be careful.

You got something in mind?

Convince 'em the boat
they want is mixed up
in a police investigation.

If they're as smart as you say
they are, they'll back off
and leave Jessica alone.

Nice. So you wanna swap
the papers on the boat.

You think one
of your cop buddies
can hook us up...

with a fishing boat
the Miami P.D.'s
already investigating?

Mike, what are the chances
you're gonna forget all this and
use that spa gift certificate?

- Zero.
- I'm on it.

Come on, Vega!
Quit dogging it!

[ Lock Clicks ]

Hoping to scare off
that loan shark
with your shirt?

It's part
of the Nate Westen collection.

- It won't get into my
regular rotation, I promise.
- I should hope not.

- Are you sure
you wanna do this?
- A woman's in real trouble.

It's better than me
obsessing over...

the other thing.

Well, I'm glad
we're on the same page.

I picked up that paper shredder
we didn't get a chance
to buy the other day.

One press of the button,
and your past becomes
your past.

All right.
I'll take care of it tonight.

Right now--

Yeah. I have
a business meeting.

Have a good day
at work, honey.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Making an approach
to a bad guy...

isn't always
about seeming scary,
intimidating or even smart.

A certain kind of target
needs to feel superior.

So if getting the job done
means letting them be
the dominant force in the room--

- Shop's closed!
- Everyone out! Now!

you step back
and let them do exactly that.

You deaf, dumb or just
looking to get hurt?

[ Splatters ]
I'm looking
to get paid, bro.

Yogurt lady's dead husband
owed me money too.
The name's Trey.

Get in line.
She don't give anybody a nickel
till I'm done with her.

She figured you'd say that.
And for a second there,
I was nervous.

Two of us
trying to collect,
and she's tapped out?

It's like squeezing juice
from a stone.
You mean "blood."

No, no.
Pretty sure it's "juice."

So she mentions
you've been hassling her
about some boat.

And ding,
I have an idea.
Not interested.

I know you're a busy man.
I'm just asking
for five minutes. Okay?

If the yogurt lady's
daddy has a boat,

I am exactly the guy
you should be talking to.

I don't like your ugly shirt,
I don't like your smart mouth,

and I don't like you.

I do things my way.
Well, let's do it
your way. Okay.

You wanna do it your way?
Let's do it your way!

[ Jessica Shrieks ]
Hand over the boat,
yogurt lady!

Don't get me wrong.
I like breaking stuff
as much as the next guy.

But according to the D.M.V.,
that boat belongs to her daddy.

So smashing counters isn't
gonna make it yours, is it?

You wanna turn it
into nice, untraceable cash?

Then I'm who you wanna talk to,
using a little system I like
to call the "Trey" system.

Which is?

I have a buddy.
I used to do this back in Vegas.

I called him "the magician."
Forges documents.

I can get us papers
that make that boat yours.

You cash out said boat,
dollar bills rain from the sky.

You're listening
to Trey now, aren't ya?

All right.
You just earned
a date with my boss.

[ Indistinct ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy,

you get used to people having
whispered conversations
about you.

It's a little like
being in high school.

But when people are whispering
about you in algebra,

they're a lot less likely
to try and kill you afterward.

[ Indistinct ]

You worked
with a crew in Vegas?

Crew? No. Just one buddy.
He's the guy
I told you about.

So only one deadbeat back there
knows you're here sticking
your nose where it don't belong.

Chief, it's not like that.
I thought I had
an opportunity here.

Hey. What kind of a man
would I be...

if I let just anybody
walk in here and tell me
how to run my business?

Vic, take this guy back.
Work on his manners.

Hey, hey, hey.
You don't like him,
you don't like him.

The guy's got a plan.
Hear him out.

I think Carter's got
a soft spot for you.

Isn't that sweet?

Nah. He just knows
a smart idea
when he sees one.

You've been waiting
on this yogurt lady's boat
for what, a month now?

There's more than one way
to skin a cat's hair
off its body.

My guy in Vegas, he can make
title documents appear...
out of thin air.

I know that drill.
Too bad I don't like magic.

Do you like money?
Do you like money?

I got watermarks,
renewal notices,
state registration.

This guy can even toss in
a fake repair history.

Nah. Something
always splashes back.

They wanna sue you.
They repossess the boat.

I don't know who broke
your heart in the past,
but it wasn't me.

These forged documents
are so good,

they make real ones
look fake.

- I just want my money.
- Then let's see what he can do.

And nothing's
gonna splash back.

Once we get our new boat,

I'll take yogurt lady
and her daddy on a trip
to the Everglades.

They're dead,
they can't sue nobody.

Fine.

But if this
goes sideways, Vegas,

some gator's gonna be
making swamp fertilizer
out of you too.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

I know it sounds scary,
but we can still make it work.
I'm in with the loan sharks now.

What difference
does that even make?

They're planning on
killing Jessica whether she
hands over the boat or not.

I mean, don't worry.
We're not gonna
let 'em, um--

Uh, Nate's right.
We're not gonna
let 'em kill you.

That's why we're gonna do more
than just get you mixed up
with a police investigation.

We're gonna make Carter
look like an undercover cop.

His boss is gonna
have to remove him
from the equation.

You're off the hook,
and Miami has one less
sociopath to worry about.

I like that
you're so confident,
but is that even possible?

It's not as crazy as it sounds.
Carter's never been arrested,

he's from out of town,
and he's moving up
the ladder pretty fast.

Throw in a police boat
and a service issue Glock
planted at his place,

he might as well
be wearing a badge.

Right. I love this idea.
What can I do?

You're coming with me.
We're gonna keep tabs
on Carter.

Just keep your head down
for the next few days,

and we'll let you know
when they're gone for good.

You'll be all right.
Okay. Thanks.

[ Michael ]
Carter's making
another collection.

It should give us a chance
to get to his car.

It's pretty small.
This is really gonna
lead us to his place?

That's the magic
of G.P.S. satellites, Nate.

You need to place it
under his wheel well.

Yeah. Yeah.

By the way, that shirt
looks good on you.

Of course it does
look better on me, but it
looks pretty good on you.

I'm burning it
after this is over.

Harsh.

Well, in any case,
this might be
our best chance.

Looks like they're,
uh, pretty occupied.

Yeah, with barbecuing
a motorcycle dealership.

That's gasoline.
Change of plans.

I'm going inside,
see if I can move this along,
keep Carter from hurting anyone.

You plant the tracker, Nate.
Don't make any mistakes.

We may only get
one chance at this.

Next time,
it's your skull!
Please, stop.

If you destroy my bikes,
I can't get you
your money.

That was last week's excuse.
Seems like we're not
getting through to you.

No, please, stop!
I'm begging you!

[ Chuckling ]

You know, they say
there's nothing worse
than burning to death.

I can get
your money next week.

Your skin sizzles
right off your body.

Your lungs sear
from the hot air.

You gag from the smell
of your own burning flesh.

Ha. Hey, there you are.

- I been calling you, bro.
- What the hell
are you doing here?

Why aren't you
picking up your phone?

I told you I'd call you.
Now get lost!

Right after your whole murder
and arson in broad daylight?

You're gonna call me from jail?
Damn it.
Look what you did.

[ Groans ]

Damn, bro. Little harsh.
I should put a bullet
in your head right now.

Only if you don't care
about getting
yogurt lady's boat.

My guy called.
Your papers are ready.

Fine. Go get 'em.
Set it up.

Sooner this is over,
sooner I never have
to see you again.

Hot bike.

- How'd it go?
- I've had better jobs.
You plant the tracker?

N-No. You said you were
gonna do that, right?

[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]
I'm messing with you, Bro.

I put it under
the rear wheel well.

God, you really
weren't kidding
about being out of it.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're running
an official operation,

the mission is over
when your superiors say it is.

Documents are locked away
to a basement vault,
and you walk away.

When you're investigating events
from your own life,
it's harder to turn the page.

Even if you've read
a file 10 times,
it might still hold a secret.

[ Lock Clicks ]

Hey.
[ Door Closes ]

Nate and I found
Carter's apartment
in Coconut Grove.

It shouldn't be
too hard to sneak in
once he's gone.

It should be empty
tomorrow morning.

Sam just swapped out
the boats up in Boca.

I'm gonna take Carter up there,
so you should have a few hours.

Great. That gives me
more time than I need
to hide our little gift.

Once cell phone,
complete with call log
to the local precinct.

And one body-wire rig.

And a police issue Glock.

Everything to make Carter
look like an undercover cop...

but a box of doughnuts.

It's perfect, Fi.

I see someone's been doing
a little spring shredding.

It feel good?

I know it's hard
to leave your past behind,
but... it's for the best.

You'll sleep easier.

Unless I keep you up.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Bad guys, like most people,

aren't big
on checking the details
in legal documents,

which makes fine print
a powerful weapon for a spy.

Altering information
on subsection 10 of a title deed
may not be very exciting,

but when that information
makes a loan shark
look like a cop,

it can be as deadly as a bullet.

Congratulations.
We're proud owners
of the Skylark II.

You weren't kidding.
Your guy's got skills.

I'll pick up the boat
this afternoon.
Let's go now.

I arranged my day so we
could both drive up to Boca.
Tough luck. I got things to do.

Stuff that's more important
than getting rich?

Come on.
It'll take two hours.

Oh. Okay, okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I see what's happening.

You're trying to cut out
the middleman.

Don't look a gift horse
in the teeth.

You mean "mouth."
No, I think it's "teeth."

Point is,
you never cut out Trey.

I'm not cutting you out.
I'll call you when
I have your money.

Look, Trey is not leaving--

I just detailed this car.
I don't wanna have
to detail it again.

Trey is leaving.

So, how are you
gonna handle the sale?

Do you got someone
who can sell the boat?

What's the timeline thing
for sort of the--

Are you gonna advertise
on the World Wide Web?

[ Tires Squeal ]

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

[ Sam ]
Hey, Mikey.
We're at Carter's place now,

planting his little
undercover-cop stash.

Aren't you supposed
to be with Carter,
driving up to Boca?

He had other ideas.
You got a bead on the car?

I'll take a look.
He say anything
about where he was headed?

No. He wasn't
particularly chatty.

- [ Typing ]
- [ Beeping ]

Oh, crap, Mike.
He's heading home.

He's heading right here,
and he's close.

Sam, get out of there now.

- [ Cell Phone Beeps ]
- What, he's
driving here now?

Yeah. I'll buy
as much time as I can.
Plant the stash.

Great.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Stalling someone
with a car accident...

is about calibrating
the perfect amount of impact.

You don't want
to cause major injury
or create a massive scene.

You just need enough contact
to keep your target
from leaving right away.

And it's all about the timing.

You want to make them...
hit you.

Hey, buddy,
what the hell was that?
You trying to kill me?

You pulled out in front of me.
That was your fault.

Ohh! My back!
Oh, I didn't
hit you that hard.

Look. There's
almost no damage.
Let's call it even.

Even? You could have
crushed my spinal cord.

Oh, okay. Is that the way
it's gonna be, huh?

You gonna extort me?
Huh? You want it?

Here. Take this.
I'm leaving.

How dare you.
First you run into me.
Now you're trying to buy me off?

Oh, get lost.

No, no. Oh, no.

Where do you think you're
going, Mr. Hit-and-run?
Get lost!

R72A3T.
That's your license plate,
and I am calling the cops.

You're not calling
the cops.

I told you to take off, or I'll
give you some real injury.

Okay, I'm willing
to make a deal.

I told you
to get lost!

[ Sam ] Okay, then please
give me the cash.
How about that?

You gotta at least
admit that you're wrong.

I'm gonna make
a citizen's arrest.

Okay. Apartment 22.

Get out of here,
you jerk.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Scoffs ]
I broke a nail.

The pieces are in place.
There's a service issue .40-cal
hidden in Carter's floor,

and they're heading
for the boat.

So now you can
accuse Carter of being
an undercover cop.

Well, almost.
First we need Carter to give
his boss the boat, right?

Here we go, Mike.

Radio's playing
my favorite song.

Carter's showing off
the new boat
to Wallace right now.

The guy's gonna need
rotator cuff surgery...

the way he's patting
himself on the back.

[ Wallace ] I thought you
and Vegas were hunting
this down together.

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

That guy caught a lucky break
running into us, but I'm ready
to be done with him.

This thing has a nav system,
outriggers, a tuna tower.

Pretty sweet, huh?
I told you I should
be hunting bigger game.

- Let me see
those title papers.
- Here. Good as advertised.

You put me in the position
to make plays,
I score every time.

Selling this will bring
a half a mil, easy.
That's how valuable I am.

But let me check out
your books.

I'll find you other ways
to turn your accounts
into hard, cold cash.

[ Wallace ]
You did good, Carter.
Now relax.

The guy is using the boat
to move up in Wallace's crew.
It's perfect.

- We got him
right where we want him.
- What's next?

Now we got to bring in
our friend Jesse,
get him in place.

Mike, he's doing it
on his lunch hour,
so we got to make it snappy.

It's time to give Wallace
some bad news about
his employee of the month.

[ Chattering ]

Hey, chief, can I get
those papers from the boat?

Turns out I'm not
a fan of Miami,
so if I could get those papers--

No way. That's not
the way it works.
We sell the boat--

No, I don't want the money.
You can keep the share.

I changed my mind.
I'm gonna move back to Vegas.

Wait a minute.
What is going on?

Nothing. It's complicated.
You know what? Forget it.
I'll just go.

[ Groans ]
Now, let me make it
simple for you.

Why are you trying
to blow town?
No, no, no. I just--

Don't shoot the guy
with the message, all right?
Your boy Carter set us up.

That fishing boat he found,
it belongs to the Miami P.D.

According to who?
According to the truth.

I saw the photos.
I can't get mixed up with this.

I wanna see
those photos.
I don't have them with me.

A guy, he tips me off.
I-I can't get arrested.

Well, there's
worse things than
getting arrested.

Now, let's go
and see the photos.

- You got a cop tipping you off?
- No, no, no, no, no.

This guy Fickas is a clerk.
He sits on the dispatch desk.

When I move to a new place,
I get an insurance policy--

somebody to keep an eye out
for any trouble coming my way.

Are you kidding me?
Are you a stupid person?

You brought them to my job?
Are you serious?

- It wasn't my idea.
- I wanna see some photos now.

You-- You told him
about the photos.

- I'm not even supposed
to have these.
- Give me those.

Okay, you need
to ease up...
on the attitude.

Fickas heard our names come up
on the wire at the precinct.

They were talking
about this boat.

I remember the name
Skylark II.

So I did a little, uh--
little poking around,
little drug bust database.

Turns out that your boat
is from a coke bust
in Broward last year.

I was on this boat yesterday.

I told you that Carter
is mixed up with the cops.
Mixed up with?

No, no, no.
I'd say it's a...
little more than just that.

You think he's undercover?

Duh. How long you known
this Carter guy?

No way.
There's no way he's a cop.

He's one
of my top earners.
That's how it works.

Hundred bucks says
you prick his finger,
he's bleeding blue, okay?

You might wanna
search his place.
I'm gonna need those back.

Too bad. They're mine.

Um, he's kind of a...
photography aficionado.

Here. I'll double your fee.

You let me know
if anything else
comes over the wire.

Let's call the boys. We're
gonna pay Carter a visit.
That's a good idea.

The millisecond you get back,
I'm gonna need those papers--

What are you talking about?
You're coming with me.

You better pray you're right,
because somebody's gonna
be eating a bullet.

What the hell?
What are you guys
doing here?

How's it going, Officer?
Or is it Detective?

What are you talking about?
You recognize
that boat, pig?

Wallace, I don't know what
you think's going on, but--

Shut up!
Tear this place apart!

[ Scoffs ]

[ Carter ]
You did this.
You switched the boats on me.

Oh, yeah.
That's a funny one, cop.

You've been after that boat
since day one.

I just helped
with the phony title.

I promise you,
I'm not a cop.
There's nothing to find!

You're trying to blame me?
That's like the kettle
insulting the pot.

[ Rustling ]

I've been a soldier
for you, boss.

I-I-I-I've expanded
your territory.

I made you money.
I-I-I've bled for you.

Looks like you're
gonna bleed a little bit more.
Now shut the hell up.

- [ Lamp Shatters ]
- Nothing!

Well, check
for hidden compartments,
hollow books.

Check the freezer.
Hey, we better find
something, Vegas.

Check behind the toilet.
Check under the rug.

I promise you,
there's nothing to find.
I'm not a cop!

- One of you is lying to me.
- Well, it isn't me.
I'm trying to help you.

Check everywhere.

Maybe under
the floorboards.

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo.

Shoot a rat in the throat.

You can search
everywhere, boss.
It doesn't matter.

There's nothing to find.
[ Panting ]

Check behind that painting.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the most powerful
techniques in a spy's arsenal...

is accusing a bad guy
of being a good guy.

Your enemy's associates
dispatch their version
of justice...

faster than any
law enforcement agency,
but they're often more ruthless.

Of course that's the same reason
that spies live in fear
of the day...

they accidentally accuse
one of the good guys...

of being a good guy.

Oh, hello.
Gee, I wonder if these kids
know that their daddy's a rat.

I guess they
can tell themselves
he died doing his job.

[ Blow Lands ]
[ Carter Groans ]

Too bad, piggy.
Weren't fast enough, huh?

Get him out of here.

You do not want to do this.

I'm with the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

Anything happens to me,
you all get death sentences.

Well, I suggest you
get me in handcuffs...

before you start yammering on
about putting me
in a gas chamber!

Your little fed friends
are never gonna see you again.

- Please don't do this.
- Get him out of here.

I won't forget this.
You did good, Vegas.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When people are whipped
into a murderous frenzy,

standing between them
and their target
can get you killed.

To stay in the game,
you have to seem just
as crazy as everyone else.

You son of a bitch!
[ Groans ]

Please, you do not
want to kill me.

Get back!
I'm gonna end this.

You have to come up
with a reason you need
to stay close...

and the target
needs to stay alive.

No, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

You can't kill this bastard
till I ask him some questions.

Excuse me. I'm in charge.
Now move.

You're in charge,
but we're both in danger.

Let me pick his brain
before you blow
his head off.

Let me find out
what the feds know about me.

If you were smart,
you'd do the same thing.

Fine. I got a spot
on Key Biscayne.

I'll take him there.
I'll string him up.
I'll tell you what I find out.

You're not the only one
who got stabbed in the back.
I have every right--

This is my show!
Yeah, it's your show.

But what if the guy
coughs up something about
a snitch in your crew...

and you wanna
find out more?

Might be nice to bring
a guy who's got an ear
on the pulse of the cops.

Okay, fine.
You can come along.
Now get him in the car.

I'm gonna call my guy
over at dispatch,

see if he knows
anything.
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
Michael?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You were right.

Found a stash
in the wall at his place.

You mean the floor.
Yeah, that's right.

In the wall,
behind an ugly painting.

Oh, wait, Mike.
Are you saying that Carter
is actually an undercover cop?

Scumbag's a fed. I'm gonna
take him out to Key Biscayne,
get the whole story out of him.

Oh, boy. That's not good.
This is not good.

- Yeah, yeah, you're telling me.
- [ Fiona ]
Okay, we need a plan.

If you're heading
to Key Biscayne--
We'll meet you at the causeway.

- We can tail you from there.
- All right, sounds good.

Once you stop,
we'll go in hard.

[ Softly ]
No, stay out of sight.
I'll get 'em running.

You sweep 'em up.

[ Beeps ]
What'd he say?

Nobody's missing Carter yet.

Now, let's find out
what this pig's last words
are gonna be.

Hold on.

He had a toolbox
in his apartment.

Go get me a pair of pliers
and a hammer.

You son of a bitch!

[ Softly ]
I'm undercover too.

- [ Tearing ]
- When the trunk opens,
come out swinging.

All right, let's go!

Give me those pliers.
Gonna find out
what that son of a bitch knows.

- No! I'm gonna handle this.
- No. I'm gonna find out--

[ Groans ]

What the hell?

Which one of you two
tied him up? I'm gonna
shoot one of you for that.

Go get him!

[ Michael Narrating ]
It takes a combination
of factors...

to create the fog of war
on a battlefield.

But spies know that even
a single weapon can be
a serious distraction.

- Hey!
- It's hard not to look
where someone's firing,

and gunshots are disorienting,
especially at close range.

[ Groans ]
What the--

- I'm out of ammo.
You got some?
- That's all I got.

[ Panting ]

- What the hell?
- Stay quiet.
We're on your side.

Wait a minute.
You're the guy
who crashed into me.

No, actually,
you crashed into me,
but that doesn't matter now.

Who the hell are you guys?
I know you got questions,
but they're gonna have to wait.

- Come on. Let's go.
- It's all good.

- I think we should head back.
- Not yet.

[ Cell Phone Buzzes ]
All right, you check over there,
and I'll check over here.

[ Buzzes ]

[ Beeps ]
You got him?

Yeah, he's safe,
but he's not our biggest fan.

Been trying to collect evidence
on Wallace for
the past six months,

and we just wrecked his case.

[ Sighs ]
Then let's put it back together.

You get the cavalry
heading over to Wallace's place,

and I'll find what we need
to put him away.

Mike, you sure
you wanna do this?

This whole thing
is my fault, Sam,
and I'm gonna fix it.

[ Beeps ]

My friend's making a play
to take Wallace down.

You up for giving him
a little help?

Whatever it takes.

How the hell
did you let him escape?
We're all gonna go to prison.

Prison? It's gonna
be worse than prison.
We tried to murder a fed.

I'm calling my guys.
I got somebody
at the port with a boat.

He smuggles me out.
They're not gonna
extradite me from Cuba.

Even if you can trust
the rest of your crew,

you're gonna live
the rest of your life
off what's in your pocket.

Well, you got
a better idea, Trey?
I got a guy in Vegas.

He can set us up.
New names, new licenses,
new Socials.

In 48 hours,
he can give us new lives.

All we need is cash.
How much can you
get your hands on?

Everything I got
is at the office.

Then that's where
we need to go right now.

What are you, insane?
We're not going anywhere
near there.

I talked to Fickas.
The cops don't know
anything yet.

Carter's on foot.
We've got enough time to grab
your cash and the books...

on every debt you
have left to collect.

We can do this.
No.

The smart move is running,
and I gotta be smart.

Listen to me! I was right
about Carter, wasn't I?

You wanna live
the rest of your life
in a shack in Cuba...

or shake down high rollers
and fix fights in Vegas?

From where I'm standing,
it's not even a choice.

[ Beeping ]
[ Lock Clicks ]

We got at least
a half an hour.
Fickas texted me.

The judge just signed
a search warrant for this place.

- [ Wallace ]
We'll be long gone by then.
- Don't leave anything.

Grab it. Grab it all.
Meet me out back
in five minutes.

The cops will be looking
for your car,
so we should take mine.

Smart. We're gonna
go far, Vegas. I got
a good feeling about this.

Me too.

[ Hammers Cock ]
[ Carter ]
Hands behind your head!

[ Man ]
Hands behind your head!

- What the hell?
- Wallace, hands
behind your head!

Now turn around!

[ Man ]
Listen to him! Right now!
Son of a bitch.

Get down on the ground!
Down on the ground!

Down on the ground now!

You said I should
wait to cuff you...

before talking
about sending you
to the gas chamber.

Hate to correct you, boss.

Capital punishment
in the state of Florida
is lethal injection.

Very thoughtful of Wallace
to box up his files for us.

Any chance
he's an undercover cop?

[ Chuckles ]
You were pretty
convincing, Trey.

So were you.
How did you get the feds
to let you torch that bike?

Sometimes you have
to cause a lot of damage
to avoid hurting people.

Probably sounds crazy.

No. It makes perfect sense.

Still trying
to sort out everything
that happened back there.

But there's one thing
I know for certain.

You saved my life.

Thanks.
It was the least I could do.

And you,

drive safe.

Always.
[ Chuckles ]

I should have seen it.
It was way too easy
to make him look like a cop.

Maybe. But you
made it right.
Barely.

One bad break out there,
and a good man dies.

Nobody said what we do
is easy, Mike.

I know you got to go talk
to Jessica, but come on.
I'll buy you a beer.

- He had me terrified for weeks.
- Yeah, he was
pretty convincing.

But you would
have just ended up
in Witness Protection.

Well, in any event,
you're safe now.

Crime ring is gone,
and the feds said
you'll get your money back.

I wish there was more
I could do to thank you,
but this will have to do.

[ Nate ]
Free yogurt for life, Bro.

With unlimited toppings.

I'll just take
the yogurt.

Hey, Mike, I need to talk
to you for a minute.

It's not
about the Charger.

Fi told me that you
were having trouble
getting by some stuff.

I don't want
a lecture, Nate.
I'm not lecturing you.

Just saying I know
a thing or two
about addiction.

So you think
I'm addicted to dealing
with the people who burned me?

I told you why I left Vegas.
I didn't tell you
when I decided.

Charlie was born 11:42
on a Thursday morning.

You know where I was, 11:42?

I was at the Horseshoe,

because I was up 700 bucks,
and I couldn't leave the table.

And that was it for me.
That was rock bottom.

I'm not telling you
to stop doing
what you're doing, all right?

No one can make you stop--
not until you're ready.

And it doesn't look
like you're ready.

What do you think
I should do, Nate?

I think you should
see this through. Right?

Either you're gonna find out
that you're crazy,

or maybe this thing with you
getting burned isn't over.

Either way, it's gonna hurt.

[ Thunderclap ]

Michael.

[ Thunderclap ]
Hey.

You said you shredded those.

I didn't actually say that.
You said that.
I just didn't correct you.

I'm sorry, Fi.
I found a thread,
and when I pulled at it--

Michael, I'm... worried.

Fi, I'm not
losing my mind.

As the C.I.A.
was rounding up all
the people who burned me,

I kept thinking
all my questions
would be answered.

But look at this.
There are just a lot
of inconsistencies.

Just little things--
fuel receipts
and docking papers,

money transfers
to nowhere.

I answer one question,
another pops up.

You're never gonna answer
all the questions, Michael.

There'll always be
another thread to pull.

You have to move on.

I know. I will. I just need
to take one more look.

Just one more look, Fi.

[ Sighs ]

Well, come to bed, Michael.

- We'll look at these
together tomorrow.
- Okay. I'll be right there.

[ Thunderclap ]

Come to bed.

I'll be right there.