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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 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.

- Nate, what are you doing here?
- I'm gonna be staying
for a while.

I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents
and cash.

I can tell you
the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City...

where he's expecting
his next drop.

- You know where Anson is?
How did you find him?
- Rebecca.

How can you be sure you're not
walking into another trap?

It's your only chance.

Nate, you're the only one
who can get to Anson
before he escapes,

so I want you
to get eyes on him,
but do not approach him.

Mike, I got this.

Something doesn't smell right--
[ Groans ]

- Michael Westen says hello.
- [ Sirens Blaring ]

I'll be out in a week.
Shut up.

We got him, man.

[ Gunshot ]

Get down!

- [ Jesse ]
South side's clear!
- [ Pearce ] Everybody down!

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Nate!

Look at me. You're okay.
You're okay.

I'm scared.

Hey! Nate!

Nate! Nate!

- Mom.
- No, he isn't!

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Michael, what's wrong?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies are trained
to react immediately...

when an operation goes bad.

Every minute that goes by
is another minute...

your enemy can use
to regroup and get stronger.

But there are times
when you have to remember...

that denying grief and loss
and love can be dangerous too,

because in the heat of battle,
you have to know
what you're fighting for.

God, it's beautiful.

I wasn't sure
I'd ever see another sunrise.

Thank you for not giving up.

Consider it payback
for the thousand times
you never gave up on me.

We should go.
Sam will be waiting.

Fi, this could get bad.

I want you
to sit this out.

What?

You already went to prison
to protect me.

And this--
This won't be easy.

Okay. And?

Have you ever
thought that...

you deserve better
than this?

Michael, all I wanted
was to be by your side.

I'm not leaving it again.

I've missed you, Fi.

Good.

Let's go find the bastard
who killed your brother.

Okay, so I talked
to my buddies at the F.B.I.,

and they're turning
Atlantic City upside down,
but so far, they got nothing.

At least nothing they're
telling you about.

- I'm not sure
what else to do.
- We need to call Rebecca.

She'll know
if Anson had any enemies
who could have done this.

What happened to keeping
radio silence with her until
Hurricane Anson blows over?

If the C.I.A. finds out that
we've been working with her,
it's all of our asses.

And if we wait for your buddies,
we'll never get anywhere.
Call her.

Okay. No need
for the death rays.

- [ Rapid Beeping ]
- I'm gonna call my mom.

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Click ]
Madeline here.
Leave a message.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, Ma. It's me again.

I just--

I'm so sorry, Ma.
I just--

I wish that you would
just talk to me
about this. Please.

I don't know what else to say.
I just want to hear
from you, okay?

So, please call me.

I love you.

[ Exhales ]
[ Fiona ]
Uh, Michael?

- I think we have
a problem.
- What problem?

Rebecca's not answering
the bat phone I gave her.

She knows to always
answer the bat phone.
Where is she?

She's still at my girlfriend's
high-rise.

But, you know,
the tracker's not moving.

Unless, Mike, you think--
I think that if someone
got to Anson,

they could have easily
gotten to her.

[ Sam ]
I'll call Elsa,
tell her we're on our way.

Mr. Axe, we tried
to open the door,

but it's chained
from the inside.

Javier, this might be
a good time for a coffee break.
Will do.

Thank you.

Rebecca? Open the door.

[ Knob Rattles ]
Rebecca!

What the hell happened here?

What happened?

Rebecca played us,
that's what happened.
Damn it!

[ Sharp Exhale ]
I think Rebecca
found your tracker.

- "Nice try, Sam."
- What? I put that frickin'
thing in her bootheel.

- How the hell did she find it?
- Because she's good.

She hacked hotel security
through the cable line.

She went out the back window
to avoid the cameras.

Look at the water damage.
It hasn't rained in days.

Which means she had
plenty of time...

to get up to Atlantic City
and kill Anson and Nate.

Damn. I can't believe
I trusted her.

You play with a snake long
enough, it'll bite you.

[ Sam ]
She could be anywhere by now.

Mike, this is all my fault.
I'm sorry.

I don't even know
what to say.

It's not your fault, Sam.

And we may still have
a way of finding her.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most high-rises
set up their phone systems...

floor by floor,
with switches called I.D.F.'s.

They make maintenance easy
and help manage call traffic,

but they're also vulnerable.

Splice a line into the switch,
and you can make all
the calls you want,

and no one will ever know
you picked up the phone.

Sam, you think your girlfriend
can pull the phone records...

of all calls
made from this floor
in the past week?

You got it, brother.

I don't care how big
you are in Japan.

You grope another one
of my employees,

and so help me,
I will toss you out on your
skinny-jean, rock star ass.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, baby.
[ Chuckles ]

- Yikes.
- Sorry. I'm just in no mood.

Here. Phone records
you asked for.

Aw, thanks, sweetie. Mmm.

Now don't take this wrong,
but, uh, you seem
a little tense.

Something going on?

It's nothing.
I'm fine.

Elsa?

It's my son.
Evan?

Well, have a seat.
Tell me about it.

What'd he do this time?

Things have been bad
since I cut him off.

He started calling again
this week, begging for money.

- I told him no.
- Good for you.

Yeah, well, my housekeeper
just called.

Apparently he showed up
at the house acting all crazy.

She said he stole my diamond
tennis bracelet and ran off.

Uh, how much
we talking about here?

10,000.
It's not about the money.

I just want to know what
he's gotten himself into.

Well, uh, I could
talk to him, but, um--

Oh, if you could,
that would be amazing.

Yeah, I got this thing
with Mike I gotta do though.

Okay. I'll do it--
real fast.

It's not that I don't love
doing you a solid, Sam.

It's just I told Mike I'd help
with the Rebecca thing.
And we will.

We get the bracelet,
see what the jackass is up to
and call it a day.

Okay. So what's this kid's deal,
this, uh, Evan, is it?

Well, he's your typical
rich kid screwup, you know?

If he's not partying,
he's in the back
of a squad car.

Runs with a rough crowd.
Which is why I'm here?

Exactly, so get
your game face on.
He could be squirrelly.

Come on! Open up!

[ Evan ]
Who is it?
Sam Axe.

Oh, yeah.

You're the guy who leeches off
my mom, right?

- What do you want?
- You know what I want!
Where's the bracelet?

- Hey! Yo! This is
breaking and entering.
- Go ahead and call the cops.

They probably
already know your address.

Nice luggage.
You heading out of town, Evan?
It's none of your damn business.

Look, I don't
have time for this.
You guys gotta bounce.

- I'm serious. Go!
- Yeah, we'd love to.

- Hey!
- But first
you're gonna tell us...

why you've been lifting
$10,000 tennis bracelets
from your ma.

I told you.
It's none of your business.

Give him
a little twist, Sam.

Ow! Ow! Okay. Okay.

There's this guy, all right?
A guy who's gonna
be looking for me.

I owe him money--
a lot of money.

[ Groans ]
Geez!

- This guy got a name?
- Morris something.

I know him from the clubs.

A loan shark?
Boy, that's just perfect.

Well, what am I
supposed to do?

My mom canceled
my credit cards.

Here.

Take the bracelet.

Tell my mom I'm sorry,
but I gotta jet.

Wait, why do you still have this
if you owe the guy money?

- It's a long--
- [ Vehicle Approaching ]

That's him!
Th-That's Morris and the guys.

- You guys have to hide! Hide!
- We have to hide?

Yeah, hide! Yeah!
Right over there.
Go, go, go, go, go.

Okay, okay.

Hey, Sam. Before I forget--

Thanks for bringing me
in on this, man.

Hiding from God knows who
in a musty-ass room...

is exactly how I like
to spend my lunch hour.

Okay, I owe you one.

Now be quiet.
I'm trying to hear.

- [ Man ] Open up, Evan.
- [ Evan ] Hey.

[ Man #2 ]
There's the little
son of a bitch.

You can't return my calls?

Evan, are you
taking a vacation?

No, man! No, no, no.
It's not like that.
Please, let me--

You know, I try to be fair.

I try to be patient.

I'm a decent enough guy.

I asked you to do
a simple thing:

put a team together
to heist my truck.

Did he just say "heist"?

I heard that you tried
to pay Rick and Black Pete
with a tennis bracelet.

Brilliant.
Yeah, technically,
they turned me down,

but here's the thing.
No, here's the thing.

You let me down, Evan.
You failed me.

And that's just not okay.

Now Jimmy's
gotta get involved.
Evan, meet Jimmy.

No, no. Seriously!
You've got this all wrong.

I got an angle here.
Just hear me out.
Just listen.

No, I think
I've listened enough.

Damn. We gotta go in.

[ Evan ]
I'm gonna get you your truck.
I swear to God.

I got a team together,
just like you said.

Yeah? Where are they?
At the "Y"?

- [ Laughing ]
- No, they're in the den!

They're right there
in the den--
Right there.

Is this the den?
Yeah, I think
this is the den.

He said we're his team.
What the hell are we supposed
to do with that?

Well, I'll be damned.
Young Evan finally
came through in the end.

Get up. Introduce us
to your friends.

Yeah.

** [ Arpeggiated Chords ]

Well, it's about time, ladies.
Are we stealing a truck
or what?

Who are you?

I'm Eric. That's Chuck.
Who are you?

Yeah, hey, what's
this job exactly?

I can't wait to hear
what the little mastermind
signed us up for, huh?

Better if I show you.
Come on.

We're taking a field trip.

[ Michael ]
Hey, Fi.

Just got off
the phone with Sam.

Sounds like his little errand
is taking longer than expected.

- You find something?
- Look at this--

Someone from this floor
made a call to a print shop...

in Hialeah at 2:30
in the morning.
Hmm.

Last time I called a print shop
at 2:30 in the morning,
it was for fake I.D.'s.

You think that Rebecca ordered
a set before skipping town?

Worth checking out.

What are we waiting for?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're
preparing equipment...

for an unknown tactical
situation, more is better.

You need a range of weaponry
of different sizes
and calibers...

so that you're ready
for anything from close combat
to a full-on gun battle.

Most important of all
is body armor.

A good lightweight Kevlar vest
can be concealed
under clothing...

and will stop stabbing attacks,
slashing attacks...

and almost any round
short of a .50-cal.

It doesn't guarantee you'll
survive a surprise attack,

but it's a hell of a lot better
than nothing.

I just need to load
some beanbag rounds,
and we're good to go.

No. When we shoot,
we shoot to kill.

Music to my ears.

[ Squeals ]

[ Chattering ]

All your jobs come
with such nice scenery,
or we just get lucky?

The only scenery you need
to worry about
is over here.

You see that nightclub?

Right next to that nightclub
is a big rig,

and you're going to
steal that for me.

- What's in the truck?
- I sold 100 cases of tax-free
Dom to the club owners.

That's 200 grand worth
of champagne, give or take.

The scumbags stiffed me
on the payment.

And I hate
to look like a schmuck,
so I want it back.

Oh, one other thing
you should know.

They've got a few
of Miami's finest
on the payroll.

Which is why you want us
to get it instead
of your goon squad.

I don't know, man.

Eight-foot fence,
guys out front,
security cameras.

I'm-- I'm not loving this.
That's too bad,
because if you don't do this,

Jimmy's gonna get
the crowbar out again.

This time it's gonna
be a big mess.

Okay. I can distract
the hard-asses out front,

so you guys can
sneak onto the lot,

but figuring out a way
to get past those security
cameras is gonna take some time.

Time we should be spending
helping Mike.

Hey, kid.
Tell me something.

Why did Morris hire you
for this job anyway?
What do you mean?

What I mean is,
why trust a numskull...

to steal 200 grand worth
of merchandise?

Doesn't make sense.

Okay.

When my mom cut me off,
I couldn't afford
my car anymore,

so I kind of got good
at hot-wiring other cars--
like, really good.

Now I'm kind of known for it
around South Beach.

So add "master car thief"
to the résumé.
Your ma would be so proud.

I always bring 'em back.
Oh, so that
makes it all good?

You are such a jackass!

Hey, man, how about
you bring the rage down,
like, two notches?

Guys! Guys!
Am I mistaken, or do we have
an hour to get this truck?

Can we cut the crap?

Now put on your thinking caps
and help me figure this out.

So this is where
an assassin on the go shops
for a fake passport. Quaint.

Oh, God.
I have missed that sound.

Shall we?
Wait, Fi.
Look at the windows.

The place is like
a steel cage.

Well, you know,
I think I have some C-4
in here somewhere.

- Voilà.
- Fi, we need to get in quietly.

If Rebecca hasn't picked up
the I.D.'s yet,
she could be close by.

Or she could be
10,000 miles away by now.

We're playing catch-up as it is.

There's no time
for half measures, Michael.
Then we better move now.

Help!
[ Fence Rattles ]

I need some help here!
[ Fiona Moans ]

- [ Fence Rattles ]
- It's okay, honey.

Can you help us, please?

Can't you read?
We're closed.
I'm sorry.

My cell phone died.
My wife is sick.
Can I use your phone?

I'll call the ambulance.
Y'all just stay right there.

- Honey, my blood sugar.
- She's diabetic.

She's going into
hypoglycemic shock.

The ambulance will never
make it here on time.

Please,
she needs to eat some--

Honey, it's gonna be all right.
He has doughnuts.

You have doughnuts.
It's okay, honey.
You're gonna be all right.

Can we have one
of your doughnuts, please?

I don't open
this door for nobody.
Sorry. No exceptions.

What are you talking--
I'll give you $10.

Twenty dollars?

You know, um, Mercy Hospital's,
like, nine miles from here.

Look, I've got $50.

That's all I got
for a lousy jelly doughnut.

Mister, you got yourself a deal.

Great.
It's okay, honey.

This kind man's gonna help us.

- [ Fiona Moans ]
- Ow!

[ Groans ]
Hey!

Come on,
what are you doing?

Suddenly,
I'm feeling much better.

Oh, look who we have here.

Everything but a library card.

- When's the last time
you saw this woman?
- Couple days ago.

She said she wanted
the deluxe package.
I-I told her it'd take a week.

You're gonna call her
and tell her
you finished early.

Then you're
canceling the rest
of your appointments today.

Hold on.
I can't just cancel
on my-my clients last minute.

I work for dangerous people--
people with guns.

Oh, well,
we have guns too.

And we are
a lot more dangerous
than your clients.

I promise.

You may not be a diabetic,
but you are one sick lady.

You gonna make
the phone calls or not?
Give me the damn phone.

- [ Brakes Squeal ]
- ** [ Hip-hop On Stereo ]

Not bad, right?
Got it at the mall.

Some dickhead
illegally parked
in a handicap space.

It's like, who does that?
Yeah, you're a real defender
of the community.

The hell, man?
Hey. Hey.

This is about to happen,
gentlemen, okay?

I'm gonna go distract
the pissed-off club owners.

You two better play nice
and get this done.
I'm serious.

Don't sweat it.
We'll work together
like Butch and Sundance.

- Right, kid?
- Who's that?

In one minute, the power
to those cameras goes out.

You two are doing
a 100-yard dash.

- Stretch out those hammies.
- [ Car Door Opens ]

[ Evan ]
So now we wait.
[ Sam ] Yep.

So, kid,
let me ask you something.

Why you always
giving your ma hell?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.
Try me.

Well, when my dad died, she--

she just became all obsessed
about me taking over
the family business.

She made me work at the hotel,
sent me to Yale.

You went to Yale?
I didn't say I finished.

You know, she just--

She kept pushing me
to be this guy in a suit,
and I'm not my dad.

You know, I work better
with my hands--
like on cars, you know?

I was just never
good enough for her.

See? I knew you wouldn't get it.
Never mind.

You might be surprised, kid.

Okay, game time.

Jesse should be
doing his thing...

right about... now.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man ]
Hey!

Yep! That's our cue.

Oh!
[ Men Chattering ]

[ Groaning ]

Check it out, man.

Oh, great!

- Who was it-- Oh!
- What's up with this fool?

Who's the comedian?
Was it you, chuckles?
You know what?

We'll see who's laughing
when you're doing a nickel
in Starke Prison.

How about that,
fancy britches?

[ Men Chattering ]

- You need to calm down, man.
- What the hell's going on
out here?

I take it you're in charge
of this establishment?
Yeah. Tell me what's going on.

I'll tell you exactly.
I'm driving by,
minding my own business.

One of your knuckleheads
from the peanut gallery over
here threw a rock at my car.

It startled me.
I swerved, I lost control,
and I slammed into that thing.

Yo, that's crazy.
This dude was driving
like a maniac, KC.

Oh, you're gonna
blame the victim!
You're a liar, sir!

You're a liar!
Hey, hey, hey.
Watch your tone, bro.

I suggest
you go back to your car,
you call a tow truck.

Listen, I am not going anywhere
and waiting for anything
until somebody fesses up.

I will have the cops
fingerprint every rock
on this street.

Look, man--
Every rock
on this street!

Come on, kid. Let's go.
Let's go.

Dude, kind of trying
to focus here.
[ Engine Starts ]

- Ah. Like I said, it's a gift.
- Shut up and drive.

Hey!

Hey!

I'm calling 911 right--
Enough, all right?

Get the hell out of here
while having a busted ride
is still your biggest problem.

- You feel me?
- Let me explain
something to you.

Okay, fine.
Yeah, I'm leaving.
This is not over.

Hey, KC!

- KC. They jacked the truck.
Some dudes jacked the truck.
- What?

Oh, hell, no.
That dude's with them!
He's with them.

- Hey, you.
- Get him, man.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Would you relax?
You're freaking me out.

Jesse should be here by now.

Well, I'm sure he's fine.

He's probably
just stuck in traffic.

[ Engine Rattling ]

Okay, what the hell was that?

Those club guys
just lit me up with MAC-10s.

They did that over
some stolen champagne?

No. You don't hose a guy down
in broad daylight...

because you lost
a few cases of bubbly.

So why'd they go
all Wild West?
We're about to find out.

Okay.

[ Sam ]
Oh, you got to be kidding me.

[ Evan ]
Whoa, that's not champagne.

[ Jesse ]
We got pill presses, beakers,
toxic chemicals by the barrel.

No champagne!
This is an M.D.M.A. lab
on wheels.

Oh, that's just great.

We just stole everything
you need...

to make four or five
million bucks' worth
of ecstasy.

You jackass!
I can't believe
we let you drag us into this!

Hey! I warned you
to lay off me.

Or what?
You're gonna throw a punch?

Go for it, 'cause you'll
probably screw it up,
just like everything else.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Jesse ]
Hey!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Break it up.

Break it up. Enough!

You think Morris is gonna let us
just walk away from this,
you idiots?

[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Jesse ]
Oh, crap. Bad news, fellas.

He's here.
Here he comes.

Yeah, with a boatload
of his guys to mop us up.

- Kid, you're driving.
- Sam, I'm staying back here.
Give me a phone.

- I need a phone.
- Come on. Go, go, go!

[ Michael Narrating ]
The tough thing
about setting up an ambush...

in a place of business
is that it only works if
the business is still running.

Usually, that means getting
the cooperation of some
very unhappy business owner,

setting your team up
someplace out of sight...

and waiting
for the target to arrive.

You thinking
about your brother?

My mom still hasn't
called me back since
I told her he was dead.

She blames me for what happened,
and she's right.

It's not your fault,
Michael.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Listen to me.

Rebecca could be here
any minute,

and Nate would
want us to give her
a proper welcome.

When she comes, you promise me
you let me handle her.

Don't start that.
I don't want anything
to happen to you. Promise me.

Guys? We got a problem.

- [ Buzzer Sounds ]
- Who's that?

It's Bobby. He's a client.

I thought we told you
to cancel all your appointments.
I warned you.

I called him.
He must not have
checked his voice mail.

Get rid of him... now.

Hey, Bobby.
I can't see you today.
Um, something came up.

What the hell
you talking about?
Your order ain't ready,

so, um, you know, just go away,
and l-let me do my work.

I'm serious.
Just come back tomorrow.

Hey, hey.
I got a bail bondsman
on my ass.

I need that new
driver's license now.
I ain't leaving without it.

Now open the damn door, Warrick!

Bobby, you just
walked into a bad situation.

You want to walk out of it,
you come back tomorrow.

That supposed to be a threat,
Dixie Cup?

No.
[ Gun Cocks ]

- This is. Leave.
- Whoa. Whoa, man.
Okay, man. All right.

Don't shoot, all right?
Put your hands down!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll go. Just stop--
- Michael, that's her.

Damn it.
Take it easy, man.

The first
and most important decision...

when you're pursuing a target
is whether your goal
is to capture or to kill.

Of course, just because
you've decided you don't want
a chase to end in bloodshed...

doesn't mean your target
feels the same way.

- [ Groans ]
- Once someone uses force,
the game changes entirely.

- [ Groans ]
- When you know peaceful capture
isn't an option,

you have to take the target down
immediately,

and if you miss the chance,

you may not get another one.

In any tactical situation
where you're outnumbered
and outgunned,

it's essential not to
let fear or panic push you
into making the first move.

In combat, the defender
usually has the advantage,

although that can be hard
to remember...

when you have a dozen men
with high-caliber weapons
on your tail.

Okay, kid, get ready.
They're about to make a move.

I hate this, like, so much.

Okay, here they come.

- Right! Right! Right!
- Oh, God!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Okay, left. Left, left!

- I can't take this
anymore, man.
- Keep your eyes on the road!

No, we gotta pull over!

You stop this truck,
I'll shoot you myself.

Please, man! We have the stuff.
Maybe we can
negotiate with them.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- Th-That's him. That's Morris.

Yo, this is really messed up.

Kiddo, seems like
you're taking a bad situation
and making it worse.

We looked in the back. We know.

That I'm growing my business
in new and exciting ways?

That's okay.
I know you can
keep your mouth shut.

All I want is my truck back.

Give it back to me,
and I'll let you walk.

How do I know you're not
just gonna kill us?
Kill you?

If I wanted to kill you,
we'd be shooting at you
right now.

Yeah, hey, this is Chuck.
I think I know why
you're not shooting.

- You don't want to hit that
shiny new drug lab of yours.
- Well, you're half right.

All I want is my truck back
in one piece.
Now just be reasonable.

There's a turnoff
about a mile up the road.

No, see, I want to meet you
in a very public place,
if that's okay with you.

Someplace we can take
a nice group photo and send it
to all of our friends,

so you don't get the idea
to kill us all later.

Give me back my truck right now,
or I will cut out your livers
and stuff them down your throat!

[ Beeps ]
So much for negotiating.

- What now?
- I'm gonna see if Jesse can
give us some breathing room.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

- Yeah, what's the latest, man?
- Yeah, hey, tried
to talk to Morris,

but that's not gonna fly.

You got anything back there
you can use to get this guy
off our ass?

Um, got some road flares.

I have some,
uh, hydrogen bromide... and--

Oh, hello.

Got a whole bunch
of diethyl ether.

Nice. Can you whip something up?

Yeah. Make sure the kid
keeps the truck steady,

- or we're gonna be the ones
that go boom.
- Got it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason bomb makers
are fussy...

about their work spaces.

When a stray spark
or dropped beaker could end
more than just your career,

you take every precaution
to operate in a safe,
stable environment.

Of course, when you're
in the field, you don't
always get what you want.

So if you need to build
improvised explosives
in the back of a moving truck,

you keep your head down,
you stay focused,

and you pray
that nothing blows up
before it's supposed to.

What the hell is he doing?

[ Tires Screeching ]

Back off, you moron!

[ Evan ]
I think they're giving up.

Hell, yeah! We did it.
We did it.

No, kid, we did not do it.
They're just pulling back
to regroup.

What, so all that was just,
like, a stall play?

[ Phone Beeping ]
Why-Why did we even bother?

Because now we have time
to call in reinforcements.

- Hey, Sam.
- Yeah, Mike, it's me.

Uh, listen.
This is a little awkward.

Remember when I said
I didn't need you to help
on that thing with Elsa's son?

Yeah. You changed your mind?
That would be a yes.

I got a truck full of drugs
and some angry guys with guns
in the rearview.

We're on it.
Where are you?

Uh, we're about 20 minutes
out of town.

- I'm thinking you could set up
on Pelican Road.
- Yeah, you got it.

- Give me your gun.
- But you could hit
the chemicals in the--

I pay you to talk,
or to do what I say?

You're the boss.

Sam, look.

- Whoa, he's shootin'!
- Sam?

He's shootin' at us!
You said he wouldn't
shoot at us.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, scratch that, Mike.

We're not gonna make it
back to Miami.

We need a new plan.

And we need it fast.

We're pushing "E," man.

Mike, we got about 15 miles
left on this tank.

Then we gotta deal
with 10 angry guys and guns.

[ Michael ] Sam,
what exactly are they doing?
Are they approaching at all?

Are they firing?

No, they're hanging back
like a couple of sharks,

but that's gonna change
the second they see us
pull over.

- Where are you?
- We're coming up Route 5,
near Tobias State Park.

The club owners
you stole the truck from--

- You said they work
with dirty cops?
- Well, yeah. Why?

Because you're gonna
need more backup
than Fi and I can give you.

Mike, those club guys
are armed to the teeth,
and they're mad as hell.

Well, that's
what I'll be counting on.

Go to the old cement plant
outside Doral.

- Okay. And?
- Try to hold Morris off
until all of us get there.

We'll do the best we can, Mike,
but you might want to hurry.

[ Chattering ]

Here. Take this.

Fi, I need to convince them
I'm a cop.

Cops don't carry
machine pistols.

Michael, there's no way
I can cover you from here.

If I don't sell this,
a machine pistol's
not gonna save me.

All right.
Have it your way.

Fi, remember.

Sam will be running
for the road near the woods.

I'll be there.

Go have fun.

What do you want?
I need a word
with your boss.

- He's busy.
- Too busy for his new best
friend in the Miami P.D.?

Trust me, he'll need to hear
what I have to say.

Wait here.

All right.

I'm waiting.
Mm-hmm.

Yo, you 5-O?

Well, if you got a problem,
call Alvarez.

Alvarez kicks back up to me,
just like the rest
of your pocket cops.

Who are you?
I'm Internal Affairs.
My name is not important.

It's all the same.
I'm gonna need
to see your badge.

I need you to shut up
and listen to me!

Are you crazy or something?
No, you're the one
who's crazy.

You're the one
standing around...

after letting
your truck get stolen
from your parking lot.

You know, the one
with the ecstasy lab inside?

- How do you know about that?
- It is my business to know,

and if this gets out,
we all go down.

Relax, y'all.

Now there's a report
of a runaway truck in Doral.

My guys tracked it down.

You need to get your guys
over there and clean it.

Hey, ain't that
what I pay you pigs for--
to clean up messes?

No, you pay us
to leave you alone.

Now if you don't
take care of this right now,

you're gonna have
every badge in Miami
banging on your door.

Now let's get on this.

Y'all heard the man.
Mount up.

- [ Men Chattering ]
- Let's go, y'all. Let's go.

Come on.
Make it happen.

[ Exhales ]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Okay.

Where are they?

Just focus on the ether, kid.

Jimmy, the trees. Go.

Incoming, Sammy.

[ Men Clamoring ]

Go! Get back!

We can do this all day,
Morris.
[ Morris ] Stay back!

We cannot do this all day.

How are we doing on flares?
Running low.
How about bullets?

Even lower.
[ Exhales ]

It's time to start
thinking about what happens
if Mike doesn't show up.

Give me a gun.
I'm serious.

- What?
- This is on me.

My screwups got us
into this mess.

So I'll hold 'em off.
You guys run.

You guys
don't deserve to die.

Please. You're gonna
get your ass shot off
in about two seconds.

But for what it's worth,
thanks.
[ Cell Phone Chirps ]

Oh, thank God. It's Mike.
He's almost here.

Okay, back to plan "A."

- You ready to do this?
- Do we have a choice?

Okay, look.
I'll do the talking.

You just gotta put one foot
in front of the other.
Give me your lighter.

Here goes nothin'.

Hey, Morris!
We want to talk.

- So talk.
- Look, you can
have the truck.

- We just want to walk away.
- Get ready to waste 'em, boys.

Okay, Chuck. Go ahead.

Yeah, but, uh,
the thing is, uh,

we got a whole lot
of ether here.

So you shoot me, this drops on
the ground and they find pieces
of your truck in Orlando.

Dang it!

All right, boys.
Put your weapons down.

Okay. Beat it.

Hey! Guns down.
Guns down.

Okay, guys. Maybe a little--
little faster would be
kind of good.

They'll be coming soon.
Let's move.

They won't get far
in that brush.

Jimmy, grab a few guys
and go hunt 'em down.
Burn the bodies.

Don't worry, boss.
We got 'em. Let's go!

[ Chattering ]
There they are!

Damn it. Come on.

[ Morris ]
Make sure there's no spills.
There it is.

There's boxes over here.
Let's see you guys do something,
for God sakes,

other than staring at me.

Morris? Oh, hell, no.

Go settle your business,
do it quick,
and don't make a big scene.

- Then we're all good?
- You wrap this up clean,

it'll be like
it never happened.

Make sure everything
is in order.

I want this truck
in my warehouse in an hour.

Am I speaking English?
Let's move.

- Hey, Morris!
- KC! I know this looks bad.

Yeah, because it looks to me
like you stole my truck.

- [ Guns Cock ]
- Are we really gonna
do battle?

Well, it wouldn't be
much of a battle.

I count seven guys on your side
with guns in their hands.

I'm rolling 13 deep
with MAC-10s.

So how do you propose we--

You shut your damn mouth.

All right.
Everybody else, listen up.

You can put
your guns down now,
just walk away,

or you can hang out here
and get what's coming
to Mr. Morris.

Either way,
you got five seconds.

- [ Man ] You heard him.
Put your guns down.
- Five.

Four.

Shoot him!
Shoot him, damn it!

Three.

What are you doing?
What are you morons doing?

Don't you walk away!

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

What the hell was that?

We gotta get back.
Let's go!

Who do you think
that was?
Guess.

Come on, kid.
Our ride's waiting.
We gotta get you home.

Relax.
You're freaking me out.

It's just, you know,
it's been-- been so long.

I don't know what
to say to her, man.

Well, look at it this way.

You've already been
shot at today, so how
much worse can this be?

[ Elsa ]
Are you kidding me?

A truck full of drugs?

What the hell did you get
yourself into this time?

Now, there's plenty of time
to go over that.

Now, baby, I know you've got
things to get off your chest,
and so does Evan,

but, uh,
first things first.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I don't even know what to say.

Well, that's funny,
'cause neither did he.

That's why I brought this.

Meet my friend--
El Ojo del Diablo.

I met him when
I was chasing Noriega
around Panama.

Now, they have a tradition
in the villages down there.

When there's a fight, both sides
lock themselves in a room,

and they drink this
until they're bonkers.

It helps them move
right past their differences.

So, you two are gonna spend
some quality time together,

and nobody is leaving until
every drop is gone.

Understood?

Great. Salud.

Ohh.

You're welcome.
[ Claps Hands, Laughs ]

[ Both Groan ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

It's my mom.
[ Beeps ]

Hey, Mom.
We stopped by the house.

We brought you some food,
but you were out.

So we left it in the fridge.
Thank you, Michael.

Are you okay?
[ Stammers ]

I think we should talk.

I'll see you tomorrow,
all right?

[ Clicks ]

She just needs
some time, Michael.

Fi.

[ Rebecca Sighs ]

Hope you're not gonna
ask me to raise my hands.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Besides bleeding out
on your floor? I'm here
to tell you that I give up.

[ Michael ]
You think
it's that simple?

You just kill my brother, and--
I didn't kill
your brother, Michael.

Really? Who did?

I don't know.

I didn't trust the C.I.A.
to leave me alone.

I know it looks bad,
but I just wanted
to disappear.

Disappear? Disappear before
you killed Anson?

[ Groaning ]

I wanted to kill him more than
anybody on the planet,
but I didn't.

Convince me.

I was still in Florida
when he died.

I can tell you
every restaurant I ate in,
A.T.M. I used...

and security camera
that would have
caught me on tape.

You could have hired someone
to pull the trigger for you.

You think I'd hire
some random hitter
to kill Anson?

I just wanted to find my brother
and live the rest of my life
in peace.

You're not buying this,
are you, Michael?

You don't have to believe me.

Shoot me if you want,
but I'm not gonna run from you.

We're either good
or we're not.

You decide.

Go.

And, uh,

I am sorry for your loss.

I hope you find
the son of a bitch
who pulled the trigger.

** [ Acoustic Guitar:
Arpeggiated Chords ]

[ Whispering ]
Michael, it's time.

[ Man ]
* I still hear you calling *

* When sleep is escaping me *

* I still hear you
farther along *

* We dance through the evening *

* You feather around my toes *

* I still hear the words
you plead *

* By my side *

* Walk with me *

* Make this well *

* By my side *

* I see you in waking *

* A ghost in the window shade *

* My lover, the form you take *

* By my side *

* By my side **