All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S06E02.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

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 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.

and a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

Bottom line:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Fiona's Voice ]
Dear Michael, I don't know if
this letter will reach you,

but the thought that it might
is a small comfort
in this place--

where even the smallest comfort
is something.

It seems likely it will be
my home from now on,
until I'm officially tried.

They're holding me at
Allarod Federal Penitentiary,

a maximum security facility for,
as they like to say,
the worst of the worst.

My trial is still some months
away, but my lawyer tells me
that my confession...

makes a legal defense...
a challenge.

I told her
not to waste her time.

The worst part, really,
is what they make you
give up in here.

It's not just your freedom.

They take your dignity,
your hope.

So you give up
and do as you're told.

And you know how good I am
at doing what I'm told.

For the most part, I'm just
another prisoner. I don't expect
to make many friends here,

but, then, I've never
made friends easily anyway.

[ Door Slams ]

At least I have
a little privacy.

When I'm not in the yard,
at meals or on work duty,

I'm housed in a unit
for violent offenders--

alone.

It reminds me of the first time
that I lost you in Ireland.

I'd see you in my dreams
when I'd wake up,

and you were still gone.

The dreams hurt,
but they were all
that kept me going.

They did then.

And they do now.

Love, Fi.

You all right, brother?

She's close to giving up.

- [ Shouts ]
- [ Glass Shattering ]

I need to see her, Sam.

She has to know
we're trying to get her out.
I'm afraid you can't, Mike.

She's too high a risk.
Look--

I had to pull strings
at Homeland Security
just to get that letter.

So seeing her?
Forget it.

Now come on.

Before you wreck
a perfectly good table,

you should get talking
with your pals at the C.I.A.
and get some help.

I already talked to Pearce.
She tried.
No one's touching this.

You know, Mike, uh,
you used to have friends
in high places at the Agency.

I know they turned
their backs on you
when you got burned, but--

- Why would they help me now?
- Maybe if you give 'em
a reason to.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are certain people in life
you get stuck with,

whether you love them,
they drive you nuts or both.

They've made you who you are.

For most people,
it's a coach
or a favorite teacher.

For a spy,
it's his training officer.

Michael.

Tom.

How long's it been?
Eight years?

Something like that.

Sit, please.

There's no need to pretend
for me.

I, um--
Good.

You have every reason
in the world
to hate my guts.

I wasn't exactly great
at returning calls when you,
um-- Well, you know.

[ Sighs ]
It was nothing personal.

There simply wasn't anything
I could do to help you.

You can make it up to me now.
I need to see Fiona Glenanne.

This is all about
your girlfriend?

I heard about
that situation.
Trust me, she's innocent.

Look--

Just do yourself a favor...
and walk away.

Not with this,
I can't.
You have to.

Your status at the Agency
is not exactly helped
by your association with her.

You are just back in.

Card, I know you've been moved
from Training to Operations,

so if I have to earn some points
around here to make this happen,
just give me a job.

You want a job...
with me?

You're serious.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]
Come on.

I will do
whatever it takes, Card.
Now, you owe me at least that.

I was your star pupil.
Hell, you're sitting
in that chair because of me!

I can't even believe
I'm doing this.

Okay.

Fine. There is...
something.

I wasn't gonna do it because
I didn't have an operative
in Miami. But I guess I do now.

Michael, let's be real clear
about this right up front.

If you screw this up,
there is not going to be
any lifeline, no safety net.

It's just going to be
you and me...

with our asses
flappin' in the wind.

And exactly how does that
sound to you?

That sounds like a risk
I'm willing to take.

[ Woman ]
We have your table ready,
Mr. Card.

John, how are you?
Good, thanks.

Seems like old times, huh?

If by "old times," you mean
running me through...

counter-interrogation exercises
on one hour of sleep.

Cry me a river,
Michael. I wasn't
that bad on you.

The old Card never would have
treated me to a five-star meal.

Who said the new Card was?
[ Chuckles ]

- [ Woman ]
Whiskey neat.
- And an iced tea for my friend.

That is still your drink
of choice, yes?

Nothing gets by you, Card.
Nothing.
Cheers.

- It's funny.
- What?

Me being the one
to help you see Fiona.

Why? Because you
never liked her?
I liked her fine.

I didn't like my protégé
sleeping with a foreign arms
trader he met under a cover I.D.

That sort of thing can make
your training officer look bad.

You said she would ruin my life.

I was just calling it
the way I saw it.

In my defense, I didn't know
so many people...

would be lining up
to ruin your life anyway.

So what's the job
you need me for?

I have spent most of
the last year down in Mexico,

leading a joint
C.I.A.-D.E.A. task force...

focused on the Zetas cartel--
1,000 man-hours.

We have exactly squat
to show for it.

Where in Mexico?

No need to even
pack your bags.

The cartel is
trying to establish
a foothold in Miami.

We need to shut 'em down there.

Right now, we are focused
on two Mexican nationals.

Ramiro Salazar is the boss.

He's not gonna get my vote
for grandfather of the year.

He's not even the real problem.
That title belongs to
Rafael Montero.

He's linked to 10 homicides.
He's totally paranoid.

Every time I get somebody
close to him,

they wind up dead,
chopped up in about
a hundred little pieces.

I assume you have a plan.

We caught a break
in an operation
out of Veracruz,

found out that two tons
of cocaine are coming into Miami
in the next 48 hours.

We need to figure out where
that shipment is landing.

I'm in.

[ Knocking ]

Who is it?
Your mother.

[ Nate ]
And me, Bro.

Nate, what are you doing here?

Well, I guess I could ask you
the same question.

- Where's Ruth and the baby?
- Back in Vegas.

Look, I heard
what went down
around here.

I figured you could
use some support.

I'm gonna be
staying for a while.

You don't need
to do that.
Look, uh, Michael--

The reason that I, uh,
dragged Nate over here...

is I thought it would be nice
if the two of you talked about,
you know, things.

- [ Sighs ]
- 'Cause, God knows,
you never talk to me.

I just can't do this right now.
I have an assignment that may
help me get to see Fiona.

Okay, okay.
Not now.
I get it.

Mom, just not right now.
Mm-hmm.

All right. Take care,
you and Fiona both.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Going to prison is always
a possibility for an operative.

When your job involves
working outside the law,
sometimes it can't be avoided.

If you find yourself inside,
the first thing to remember
is patience.

You have to take your time,
figure out
who the players are...

and stay out of trouble
as long as you can.

[ Chuckles ]
Because inevitably...

trouble will come to you.

[ Chuckling ]

No need to eat off the floor.
Here.

Welcome to Allarod Federal Pen.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman ]
There's a spot over here
if you want it.

You know, I'd think twice
before eating that.

D.B. thinks she's, uh,
queen of the cellblock.

She does this
to every single new girl.

So here's the deal,
all right? Everyone's
looking at you right now.

And if, uh, you don't eat
her little gift,

you're spitting
in her face.

She's your enemy.
And if I do?

Then she owns you.

See, I made that mistake when
I first got here. I took
her little gift and, you know,

kind of got a little tired
of her telling me
what to do all the time.

So she gave me
another little gift.
A scar to remember her by.

Thanks for the tip.

I never did care much
for apples.

[ Apple Hits Floor ]

Man, these guys are hard-core.
Is that a problem there,
champ?

Because Michael led me
to believe that you had
experience with cartels.

No, I do. I just don't usually
spend my vacation days
going after guys...

that feed their enemies
to alligators.

All right, then.
Let's get down to business.

[ Exhales ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sam Groans, Sighs ]

[ Breathes Heavily ]
You must be Card.

Sam Axe.

I'm sorry.
Is that what I think it is?

Yep. Welcome to my
least favorite job ever.

Okay, what's with the corpse?
It's part of our cover I.D.
with Montero.

You two will approach
as D.E.A. agents Alex Russel
and Ben Osborne.

You will tell them that
you are skimming agency funds.

Your boss found out.
You shot him.

- Our boss being that dead guy?
- Yes.

Might seem like a bit much,
but without that dead body,

Montero's not gonna buy
your story.

- Where did we get the dead guy?
- Oh, he's a gunshot victim,

courtesy of
the coroner's office.

I'll go...
get the guy ready.
[ Grunts ]

The idea being you went to
gun him down,

and you stumbled across
an op that he was running
against the cartels.

We scare Montero
into moving his shipment
someplace we can bust it.

All right, listen to me
carefully. You gotta have
each other's backs.

If Montero even looks
at you sideways, you pull out.
You get it?

When you go in,
you're gonna be
mostly by yourselves.

You'll have each other...
and this bug.

Flick the top of that pen,
you're transmitting.

It'll make it through most scans
and has a range of three miles.

Michael. Michael!

Please don't break it.

Red tape is brutal
at the Agency these days.

I'll guard it with my life.

That-a-boy.

[ Knocks ]

What the hell is this?

Surveillance, Miami style.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean, you can't park a block
away from Diego's and not get
the best cafecitos in town.

[ Chuckles ]

What? I figured mojitos
were out of the question.

Is Mike's bug live?
No.

Doesn't go live
till he approaches Montero.

** [ Salsa ]
[ Women Laughing, Chattering ]

Think Montero's
gonna be hard to spot?

[ Exclaims, Laughs ]

- Ooh!
- ** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

[ Woman Squeals ]
[ Montero Exclaims ]

[ Michael ]
Jesse, wait up.

We got a problem.
I miss something?

The man with Montero knows me.
His name is Gellman.
He's a drug lawyer.

I met him on another job.
"Met" as in--

Let's just say he lost one of
his clients permanently because
of me. I'm calling this off.

Calling it off? Wait.
Mike, he knows you.
He doesn't know me.

Just give me the bug.
I'll make the approach.

The whole point
is it's a two-man job.

No. The whole point is this
is your one chance to see Fi.

I can't let you do this.
Mike, I'm doing this.

Jesse.
Fi's my friend too.
I want to help.

Just get out of here
before you get spotted.
Come on.

Just go.
I got this, man.

What the hell is going on?
You're supposed to be up
with Jesse.

Change of plans.
[ Sighs ]

Let me see if I've got this
straight. So you left Jesse
up there all by himself.

- Do you know how dangerous
Montero is?
- I would have blown my cover.

I didn't have a choice.
Sure you did.

You could have called it off,
like you were trained to do,
like you were ordered to do.

-What do you think you're doing?
-What does it look like I'm
doing? Playing tiddlywinks?

I'm going to extract your buddy.
This is over.

We had exactly one chance
to get these guys.

Maybe we could have regrouped
if you and Porter had aborted,
but you didn't.

So, here's a suggestion.
[ Whistles ]
Here's a suggestion!

- Suit up!
- No.

At this point, Michael,
you're not thinking clearly.

You're distracted.
You're desperate to get
your girlfriend out of prison.

But here's the bottom line.

You just put my mission
and your pal's life on the line.

Let me tell you something, Card.
You need a win, badly.

You wouldn't have let me
anywhere near this op
if you didn't.

Now, you trained me.
You know me.

I'm the same operative
as I was before.

You let me see this through.

[ Jesse On Radio ]
The bug is live.
I'm about to go in.

Guys, we got a man wading
into deep water out there.

So we gotta fish
or cut bait,
but we gotta decide now.

Fine.

Let's go ahead and see
if you can still run an op.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The mark of a good operative
is being able to adjust...

to changing situations,
like losing a teammate
on the fly.

It's never ideal.
But if you know
what you're doing, you adjust--

Hold up.
Mind if I join you?

and do the best you can.

Sorry, compadre.
It's a private party.
Pretty girls only.

Oh, oh. Trust me.
I'm the prettiest thing
you're gonna see all day.

We need to talk, Mr. Montero,
and I'm here to make you
a limited-time,

not-to-be-repeated
type of an offer.

Whoo!
D.E.A.!

Get wet, girls.

All right.
Okay.

Agent Russel,
my client's got nothing
to say to you.

And if you want to contact
my client, you're gonna do it
through me,

in the appropriate manner,
through the--

Uh-oh, official channels,
all that. I got it.
I respect it.

- Plug your ears, hmm?
[ Chuckles ]
- [ Chuckles ]

I have access to a D.E.A. safe
house filled with information
about an investigation...

into your client
and his friends in Los Zetas.

Now, I would be willing
to arrange for your client
to visit this safe house...

for a reasonable price.
Stop.

Stop right there.

Mr. Montero, as your lawyer,
I shouldn't be hearing this,

but I strongly advise
you finish your lunch.

Okay. Anyway,

due to circumstances
that I'd rather not get into,

I have to torch
said safe house...

within the next, oh,
I don't know, 12 hours.

You really want to check it out
before that happens.

Mmm.
And how would I repay
your kindness?

I'm glad you asked.
If you like what you see,
which I know that you will,

you put me
on the payroll, hmm?

I'd be, like,
your guy in the D.E.A.

Oh, sorry, I'm not hiring.
I got all the guys I need.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, well, I suggest that
you create a new opening.

[ Chuckles ]
You don't walk away,
I'll create a big opening.

One push of this,
and you're bloodier
than my steak.

Okay. I take it that
you're not interested.

I'm gonna keep it moving.

Well, um, your loss.
And when you lose
the two tons of coke...

coming up from Veracruz,
don't say I didn't warn you.

Adios, amigo.
Wait. What?

What do you think I've been
talking about? Your shipment's
about to get busted.

That's what I'm selling here.
A chance for you to save
your new franchise in Miami.

- Oh.
- Hmm?

[ Chuckles ]

- You're one hell of a salesman.
- Oh, thank you.

Let's go see this place.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Jesse ]
What'd I say?

Look at all this.
You recognize that guy?

- [ Door Closes ]
- Is it me, or does, uh,
someone have a secret admirer?

Operation Frostbite?

Yeah, it's the code name
for the op.

"Request for SWAT approved
for location Zebra 316,
1900 hours"?

Yep. That's code for
"They're about to bust the hell
out of your shipment."

How do they know about this?
Huh?

[ Jesse ] Hey. Okay, hey.
[ Montero ]
Who's in charge of this place?

Mr. Montero, as I mentioned,
I don't want to get
into the details, okay?

Enough games.
Okay? You trying to play me?

Are you trying to play me?

If you don't tell me
what I want to know,

I'm gonna take this knife,
and I'm gonna gut you
right here where you stand.

It's-It's my boss.
It's my-- It's my boss's op.

Where is he?
I was skimming cash.
He found out.

I just-- I--

I-I kinda accidentally
discharged my weapon...

into his body four times.

[ Sighs, Laughs ]

He kind of accidentally
shot his boss four times.

[ All Chuckle ]
I love it!

I stashed the body.
I came straight to you, man.
Hand to God.

You stashed the body?
Where?

Oh.
Bomp-bom!

Dom-dom.

- That's a year's worth
of bacon.
- Yeah, that's good old Zack.

Zack Simon.
He ran the task force
assigned to you guys.

[ Sighs ]
Yeah.
Nice piece of shooting.

Guess I have a knack for it.

Knack for it?
[ Chuckles ]

I like you!
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.

Get him to move the shipment.

When he doesn't check in,
he's gonna be missed.
Okay? Which means...

you guys gotta redirect
your shipment, like, now.

There's actually a spot
in Dadeland Cove that would
be perfect. The local P.D.--

They got a beef with the D.E.A.,
so they don't let 'em
operate in the area.

- Dadeland Cove, huh?
- Yeah, safest place
in Miami, man.

I'll think about it.

In the meantime, we need
to go talk to somebody.

Let's go take a ride.
Yeah. I just--

Bingo.
Montero took the bait.

[ Michael ]
Probably taking Jesse...

to get the official okay
to move the shipment.

Okay, it looks like
they're moving.

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Let's get this done.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Prison, or any confined
institutional environment,

is just about
the worst place possible
to make an enemy.

The regular schedule means
your enemies know where you are
every hour of the day,

while crowded living conditions
mean they can choose
the time and place...

that is best for an attack.

Usually, the best thing
you can do is stay moving,
stay aware and stay paranoid.

Oh, hey.
Whoa! Whoa.

Oh, my.
Nice reflexes.
Sorry.

Remind me to never sneak up
on you again.

I thought you were one of them.

Man, I've been seeing them
eyeballing you.

D.B. can hold
such a grudge.

Is there any way to get back
to the cellblock without going
through my new fan club?

Yeah. I mean, that's easy.
Just go and mouth off to Clyde.

Yard time's almost over,
so before he rounds
everybody up, go bust his chops.

I mean, you're not gonna get
lunch, but it's better than
getting your ass beat.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Guard Jones to the east gate.
Guard Jones to the east gate.

[ Whistle Blows ]
Off the wall, Glenanne!
You know the rules!

Oh, I like it here.

One more chance.

You want to do it that way?
Fine by me.

But you're not gonna last long
in here playing those games.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most survival strategies
in prison...

- don't involve
making many friends.
- Move!

When it's just about staying
alive, you do what you have to.

Okay, where the hell
is Montero taking Jesse?

I thought they were
meeting the boss.

I'm guessing that place doesn't
belong to the head of a cartel.

[ Michael ]
We may have caught a break.
This could be their stash house.

What are you doing here?

You can't just show up here.
You're right.
I could have called.

But I wanted you to say to my
face why you didn't tell me
about the D.E.A.'s plan...

- to bust my shipment.
- What are you talking about?

[ Chuckles ]
I was at the safe house, cabrón.

The one with my pictures
all over the walls,

with the files that the D.E.A.
has on the investigation.

The kind of information
that I pay you for.

[ Sam ]
Uh, Mike,
this doesn't sound good.

I don't know anything
about a bust or a safe house.

And who's this guy?

[ Chuckles ]
Are you kidding me?

What the hell
is the matter with you?

He's D.E.A. just like you,
cabrón.

[ Man ]
D.E.A.? This guy?

Oh, that's just beautiful.

Montero's got a D.E.A. agent
working for him now.

I've never seen him before
in my life!

That's the best you can do,
Agent Kemp?

You've never seen me before?
Seriously? Don't you see
what's going on here?

He didn't tip you about the bust
'cause he's the one that told
the D.E.A. about the shipment.

He's been playing you, man.

- I swear, Montero. He's lying.
- Of course he's gonna say
I'm lying.

What's he gonna say, "I sold
you out"? Please. I've seen
better acting in a porn film.

Okay, well, we're gonna
have to sort this out,
because one of you...

is telling the truth,

and the other
is eating a bullet.

Mike, we don't have
a lot of time
to get Jesse out of there.

Something tells me
Montero's the itchy-finger type.

Card and I will take the front,
draw their fire.

You go out back.
You get Jesse.
Wait for my signal.

Montero, think about it.
I told you everything I knew
about the joint task force.

I mean, how many operations
did I give up, huh?
How many informants?

I gave you their names,
where you could find them.

That's why all our undercovers
got killed.

When we go in,
that son of a bitch is mine.

[ Kemp ]
How else could you
take them out?

Makes sense, cabrón.
Why would he turn over all these
rats for me to slice up...

if he wasn't on our side?

I'm starting to like his story
more than yours.

Okay, hold up. Hold--
Don't do anything stupid.

Stupid?
Just listen to me!

Everyone, listen to me, okay?

This is all gonna work
itself out.
No need to rush into anything.

Guys, guys, hold on a second.
I think Jesse's making a play.

Can you-- Can we point the gun
away from my head, please?

Thank you.
All right.

Your boy Kemp here
gave up some people
that he said were informants.

That does not mean that they
were informants. He gave you
some names. So what?

Well, how come we didn't
get busted the whole time
I was paying him?

Because he's reeling you in.
Reeling him in, how?

You let the small shipments go.
You nail the big ones.
That's how deep cover works.

Tell him, Kemp.
Montero, he's lying.

Let's just slow down,
and we'll talk about this.

Ooh, you'd love that,
wouldn't you?
Yeah, okay.

Let me tell you why
he wants you to "slow down."

- His cover's been blown.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
the D.E.A. extraction team...

that's about to barge
in here any second,
try to save your sorry ass.

When that happens,
you'll all know I've
been telling the truth.

But it'll be too late,
'cause we'll all be busted
and on our way to prison.

- Thank you very much.
- Montero, there is no
D.E.A. team, all right?

- I promise.
- Shh!

[ Static Crackles ]

- I don't see nothing.
- [ Chuckles ]

Try his radio.

Try his radio. I promise you,
you'll hear 'em coming.

Montero, this is crazy!
Nobody is coming!

I'll get a D.E.A. frequency.

Go get this puto's radio.

Yeah, yeah.
Go get this puto's radio.

Mike, we're really gonna
try and sell that we're here
to rescue Kemp?

It might be our only shot
to get Jesse out alive.

[ Static ]

[ Card ]
All personnel,
proceed with caution.

Assume that the suspects
are armed and dangerous. Over.

[ Michael ]
Roger that. Over.

[ Card ]
Be aware, we have
one friendly inside.

Do not fire
on Agent Kemp.

- Ooh!
- Please, Montero!

I don't know
who these people are,
I swear!

- Montero, please!
I don't know these people!
- Come here.

Come here.
No, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
What, am I gonna shoot a cop?

Come here.
[ Chuckles ]

You're gonna signal them
that everything's fine.

And then we're just
gonna sit here and talk.
Okay?

[ Michael ]
I've got a visual on Kemp.
I repeat.

I have a visual
on Agent Kemp.

- I got a better idea. Go out
and talk to them yourself!
- [ Gunshot ]

Agent down!

- Agent down!
- [ Montero ]
Let's go!

- Looks like
Jesse pulled it off.
- [ Tires Squealing ]

You wanted Kemp?
There he is.

Forgot what a pleasure it is
working with you.

[ Woman ] So I've been
asking around the cellblock,
and the news isn't good.

Word is, standing next to you
is a good way to catch a shank.

We'll have to make sure
that doesn't happen.

Apparently D.B. and her crew
are gonna jump you
in the laundry room.

But I can get you
transferred to the kitchen.

It's way safer, and they keep
the work teams small.

Well, that'll save me a beating
while I'm on work duty.

They can still get to me
anywhere else.
I need a weapon.

I mean, to take out all three?
Come on, it's not like we have
machine guns in here.

Just tell me what you can get,
and I'll figure something out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Creating tools in prison...

is about working
with what you have.

Some things are simple,
like making a knife
by sharpening a toothbrush.

But with a little effort,
it's possible to get
more sophisticated.

Tightly rolled magazine pages
soaked in salt water
can create a serviceable club.

You can make a prison lighter...

by short-circuiting
a double-A battery
with some wire...

and stripping the insulation
at the ignition point.

Once you're done,

the issue
is hiding what you've made.

[ Clyde ]
Glenanne!

Yard time.
Let's go.

All the weapons in the world
won't help you--

- Let's go.
- if they're sitting
in the warden's office.

[ Gate Closes ]
[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Carrying off
a successful attack in prison,

or any
institutional environment,
is a challenge.

There are simply
more factors to consider
than in a regular fight.

You have to deal
with bystanders,

any of whom could decide
to jump in on either side.

Open Cellblock D.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]
Yard time, ladies!

And, of course, if you don't
remove the guards,

the fight will be over
before it starts.

Let's move!
Even if you do everything right,

you'll only have
a small window of time.

But hopefully,
that's all you need.

[ Chattering ]
[ Man On P.A. ]
Code red, Tier Three!

There's a code red
in Tier Three!

- There's a fire
on Cellblock D!
- [ Clyde ] Fire, Cellblock D!

[ Female Guard ]
Hey! Fire in Cellblock D!

Fire!
[ All Shouting ]

[ Clyde ]
Everybody, get out!

- [ Shouting ]
- [ Clyde ]
Ladies, clear out!

One by one,
down the gate!

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts, Groans ]

Behind you!
[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]

[ Coughs ]

Fi. Come on!
[ Inmates Cheering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The most dangerous time
in an infiltration...

is often when you've
completely sold your target
and made your way in.

The reason is that your target
is usually bringing you
to his boss,

and upper management tends
to be harder to convince.

How could they have found out
about Black Rock Cove?

We've been sending
our shipments there for months.

Kemp was a D.E.A. plant.
That puto sold us out.
Kemp?

You were the one
who vouched for that rata.
I know, Don Ramiro.

But I took care of it.

This is our new D.E.A. agent.
Our friend here
is gonna help us out.

You got nothing to worry about,
sir. I got you a new place
to send your shipment.

It's all good.
He says Dadeland Cove
is clear.

- D.E.A. can't operate there,
right?
- Right, yeah.

You believe this man?

- Don Ramiro, I saw the man that
he killed with my own eyes.
- Fine.

Go see this raid
at Black Rock Cove
with your own eyes.

Wait, wait. Whoa.
Hold on. You want us
to go look for a D.E.A. raid?

Yes. That way, we know
you're telling the truth.

That way, we know
we can move our shipment.

Okay. Okay, I'm just saying
it could be a little dangerous.

You know?
And if they see me, I'm--

You claim to be a friend.

Show us
what a good friend
you really are.

Okay, we gotta get
a whole squad of D.E.A. guys...

- over to Black Rock Cove
right now.
- Only there's no time.

All my agents are already
set up at Dadeland Cove,
awaiting the real shipment.

Fine.
We'll be the team.

Jesse and Montero just
need to see enough to sell
that there is a raid.

- A few cars, a few guns
in the right place.
- I like it, Mike.

We don't have a lot of time.

Let me deal with that.
[ Engine Starts ]

Michael! That was
some pretty fancy driving.

I'm still not sure that gives us
enough of a head start
on Montero and Jesse though.

Montero's not gonna risk
a speeding ticket. We have
five minutes, give or take.

Oh, great.
Five minutes until the guys
with guns show up.

No problem.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Convincing someone
that they're looking...

at an army that's not there
is about the little details.

The barrel
of a high-powered rifle,

combined with the bulkiness
of a seat back
under a plastic tarp,

can sell the presence of a team
of concealed snipers
ready to supply cover fire.

A heavily loaded vehicle
positioned at a natural
choke point...

gives the impression
of an assault team
ready to storm the target.

And a few well-placed
agents with earpieces...

look just like spotters
set to guide an assault team.

All right, here they come.

Time to put on
our best D.E.A. faces.

So where's this raid, cabrón?
I don't see nobody.

I told you, man. These guys
aren't gonna just set up
out in the open, okay?

Look harder.

Okay, right there.

Right there.
You see that van by the water?

Look at the guy
sitting up front.
See how low he's riding?

That's a comm van
with a strike team
in the back.

Hijos de puta.
You're right.

Here, let me see.
Let me see.

Bam. Right there,
on top of the building.
What, what, what?

Snipers.
Where?

[ Montero ]
Ho, ho, ho.

These guys
don't mess around, do they?

That's why
I shouldn't be here right now.

Okay.

Right there by the dock. You see
the guy with the earpiece?
Check him out.

That's a lookout.
He's reporting back to the van.

Something tells me
the guy behind the wheel
is calling the shots here.

No, that puto
only thinks he is.

- Yeah.
- [ Rapid Beeping ]

Don Ramiro? The new guy
was telling the truth.
The D.E.A. is here.

It's safe to move
the shipment
to the new location.

[ Chuckles ]
All right.

All right, we good?
Yes, we're good.
We're very good.

Okay.
Just gotta get the guns.

The guns? Hold on.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are you talking about?

Salazar wants us
to keep the D.E.A. busy
while the shipment comes in.

We're just gonna start shooting
at the D.E.A.?
Are you crazy?

Relax, bro. They're looking
the other way. They'll be dead
before they know what hit 'em.

I say we hit the van first.
Guys, you heard that, right?

Get out of the van now, Michael.

I'm not bailing now.
Montero will know
we're listening,

and Jesse's cover
will be blown.

It doesn't matter, Michael!
Get out of the van now!

- Watch me light these pigs up.
- We are not getting Jesse--

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the hell?
You're letting him get away!

Forget the driver.
The team's in the back.
Their weapons, their explosives.

Oh, yeah.

Whoo!

Burn in hell,
hijos de puta!

Whoo!

Mmm! You two stay here
and pick off...

these D.E.A. pendejos when they
come back to check on the van.

All right. Come on,
let's go check on our shipment.
Yeah.

Happy hunting, cabrones.

[ Montero ]
You made us
a lot of money today, cabrón.

[ Chuckles ]
Anything to help, man.

[ Chuckles ]
Man!

I wish I could have seen
those pigs burn myself.

Love a good barbecue.
[ Chuckling ]
Yeah.

[ Phone Rings ]
Yeah, me too.

- Oh.
- [ Rings, Beeps ]

Don Ramiro. Yeah, yeah.
We're on our way.

[ Montero ]
You should have seen
the way we shot up the D.E.A.

Oh, really?

Then explain
why our entire shipment,

our entire operation in Miami,
is getting swept up
by the D.E.A. as we speak?

I-I-- I don't understand.
Get back here.

We need to discuss
what happened today.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Uh--

The shipment.
The D.E.A. hit the shipment.

I-I-- I don't understand.
[ Rapid Beeping ]

Hey, what's happening?

Don Ramiro just called.
He said that the D.E.A.
hit the shipment?

I told him the D.E.A. is there.
I told him I shot them.

There's no one here.
What?

- The van! What about the van?
- No one came to check up on it.

[ Groans ]
[ Beeps ]

[ Chuckles ]
You--
You, you.

This was you, huh?
You set me up!
Listen, listen!

You set me up!
Listen! You pull that trigger,
you're dead.

The cartel is gonna kill you
for this, and you know it.

Look, putting a bullet
in my head is not
gonna change that. Okay?

I got another business
proposition for you.

Listen to me!
Just listen to me!
Put the gun down.

Come work for us.

Think about it, man.
It's your only move.

Maybe my move is
I shoot you in the head,
and I do my time like a man!

Do your time? Wh-What,
you think Ramiro is gonna
let you just sit in prison?

Why not? I was
a good soldier, huh?

Who knows everything
about his operation.

Who's already been
duped by the D.E.A.

Something tells me that Ramiro
is not the kind of guy...

that's gonna take the risk
of letting you
just hang around.

Now you might be crazy,
but you're not stupid.

Put the gun down.
Come work with us,
and you will live.

¡Hijo de puta!

Oh, no!
[ Shouting ]

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Sighs ]
Okay, man.

My Spanish is a little rusty,
but I assume that meant "yes"?

Like I said,
you're one hell
of a salesman.

[ Sighs ]

[ Whistles ]

Landed a two-ton cocaine bust,
a dirty D.E.A. agent...

and a cooperating witness.

That's a hell of a plate
appearance. You scored some
major points at Langley today.

- Does that mean
I get to see Fiona?
- After today's win,

I don't think
that's gonna be a problem.

- [ Radio Beeps ]
- [ Michael ]
Thanks, Card.

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

Come back to the office with me.
Get some yogurt.

Hey, Bro, it's me.
Still with the gun?

You're in worse shape
than we thought.

Any more word about Fi?

- I might be able
to see her soon.
- That's great.

I'm happy for you, man.

I really appreciate
you coming by, Nate,

but you should be home
with Ruth and the baby.

Yeah, I should.

But here's the thing.
Mike, I can't.

That's actually why I came over.
You know, Mom didn't drag me
all the way down here...

just because
you were having problems.

Ruth left me.
She took the baby,

and that's how come
I'm staying with her
for a little while.

[ Sighs ]
What happened?

I don't know.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean, I--
I tried so hard
to be a good dad...

and a good husband,
you know?

[ Sniffles ]
Then one day,
she just called it quits.

I'm really sorry, Nate.

Me too.

Anyways, I'm gonna get out
of your hair, all right?

But, uh, I just wanted
to stop by,
see how you were doing.

Hey, Nate.

Yeah?

Why don't you stay?

Thanks.

Make sure you get
the bottoms of the pans,

'cause if there's any spots,
you'll be put back
on laundry detail.

Yeah, well, I'm working on it.
It's just this water
is so damn hot.

I know, it's so boiling.

I think they do that
to mess with us.

But it's still
the best job you can get,

because it's the most privacy
we are ever gonna have.

Oh. Thanks for getting me
the transfer.

Oh, you're welcome.
The guard owed me a favor.

Hmm.

Well, let me know
if there's anything I can do
to pay you back.

Well, just scrub
those pans really hard
and make me look good.

Oh, I see--
Yeah, there's, like,
one spot left there.

Uh, I don't see it.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Groans ]

[ Muffled Shout ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Muffled Moan ]

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ]
Who sent you to kill me?

- Was it D.B.?
Did she put you up to this?
- No!

Who sent you?

There was a cell phone
under my pillow!

A phone?
What the hell
are you talking about?

I got a phone call,
and they said
they would kill my sister...

if I didn't kill you.

If I'd get close to you,
do it somewhere quiet.

- Tell me who.
- I don't know!

But they said
they wanted you dead!