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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.

[ Michael ]
I know where we can find
Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?
He's picking up a package
tomorrow in a motel...

in Atlantic City.

[ On Phone ] Nate, you're
the only one who can get
to Anson before he escapes.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ People Gasp ]

Get up. Get up!

- We got him, man.
- [ Michael ]
It is about time.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Michael ]
Nate!

No. Hey!

Nate!

I just-- I just--
I know he's busy.

I just want to talk to him
about the investigation
into my brother's murder.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, you get used
to dealing...

with government bureaucracy.

If you need
to requisition a weapon,

get an interrogation log
to an analyst...

or even arrange
an emergency evac
from a hostile territory,

a bureaucrat
can be your best friend.

It is about the status
of the case.

But when you need
a simple answer
to a straightforward question,

that same bureaucrat
can become your worst enemy.

No, I don't want
to leave another message!

Hello? Hello!

I take it that
the F.B.I. stiff on
the other end of the line...

wasn't very helpful.

You have no idea.

I'm sorry I woke you.

You didn't.

I'm not much of
a late sleeper these days.

I guess I'm still
on a prison schedule.

You haven't been getting
much rest either.

I just got a lot
on my mind.

The F.B.I. will find
whoever killed Nate.

Just might take a while.
It has been a month, Fi.

And I've heard nothing
about how the case is going.

So start an investigation
of your own.

I will help you.
No. No, Fi.

You are not
getting anywhere near this.

We don't know where
this is gonna end,
and I'm not losing anyone else.

I appreciate your concern.

Fi.
I can take care
of myself.

Just let me deal with it.

[ Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to get information
from a government official,

it's often best to approach him
outside his usual place
of business.

When he's not in an environment
that reinforces his authority,

you're a lot more likely
to get something out of him.

Especially if you can
catch him alone.

[ Michael ]
Agent Sexton.

I need a word.
I'm Michael Westen.

I know who you are.

Look, I know you're anxious
to find out what happened
to your brother.

All I can say
is the investigation
is ongoing.

I need a little more than that.

You threatening me?

No.

I just need you to tell me
everything you know
about this case.

Listen to me very carefully.

I'm gonna walk away.

So are you.

I don't think so.

Tell me everything you know
about my brother's murder.

There's nothing to tell.

File's closed.
Case was shut down.

What?
[ Sighs ]

We were working the case.

Then we get word brass
wants to put a lid on it.

No explanation--
just end the thing.

You think
I was happy about it?

Do we have a problem here?

No, there's no problem.

I was just leaving.

Enjoy your lunch.

[ Sam ]
Hey, look who's not in jail.

Well, I just got
an earful from Langley
about your little stunt.

What the hell were you thinking,
threatening an F.B.I. agent
like that?

I didn't threaten him.

I asked him questions
with a gun in my hand--

a gun I have the right
to legally carry.

I did what I had to do.

I'm getting nowhere
playing Mr. Nice.

At least I now know
the investigation is dead.

A full investigation into Nate's
death would embarrass a lot of
people.

That explains why they took
the case from the Agency.

They never wanted
to get to the bottom of it.

Why didn't you tell me
you were doing this?
I could have backed you up.

Trust me.
It wouldn't have made
any difference.

Whatever leads the F.B.I. had
are now in a sealed case file.

Yeah, about that.

Uh, I did some
poking around the F.B.I.

Turns out a buddy of a buddy
at the Bureau...

might be willing
to share that file--
you know, on the D.L.

But the guy wants our help
on another case in return.

What's the case?

Well, the F.B.I. has been
looking for this guy--

Brian "The Butcher" Quinn--
for a while.

He ran the Dorchester Hill
gang up in Boston
before he went on the lam.

It's all the good stuff--
drugs, gambling, murder.

Then the F.B.I.
finally caught a break.

They tracked down Quinn's
right-hand man,

James "Jimmy Boy" Leary,
right here in Miami.

Let me guess.
They think Quinn must be hiding
under some rock close by.

Yeah. Bingo.
Now my F.B.I. guy
is gonna pick Jimmy up,

and he wants our help
getting Quinn's location
out of him.

I mean, the guy is
desperate.

He's got a witness
at North Miami General Hospital.
Guy's on his last legs.

If you can get that F.B.I. file
on Nate's murder,
I can run down leads with Jesse.

Tell your buddy I'm in.

Thanks.
Right.

So you two got some way
to help me out?

'Cause, um, I am
running out of time.

That your witness?
Yeah.

Yeah. Kelly Duke.

That's Quinn's
former number two,

and my last hope
at finding that S.O.B.

He's got less than a week at
most,

and if he dies,
my case dies
along with him.

Now I flew him down here
from Boston,

so the minute I find Quinn,
he takes the stand here
in Miami.

Now that only happens
if you find Quinn.

I think your best shot
is to arrest me along with Jimmy
and then let us escape.

I'll get him
to take me to Quinn.

Wait. Escape?

Mike's gonna be wearing
a tracker the whole time.

Look, you want
to find Quinn fast,
that's the way to do it.

Fine.
All right, when do we start?

It starts as soon
as I get the F.B.I. file...

on my brother's
murder investigation.

For a file this big,
there's not much here.

No prints, no suspects.

Looks like the F.B.I.
didn't get very many leads
on Nate's murder.

[ Sighs ]
You have any luck?

I think perhaps maybe yes.

The ballistics report says
the sniper rifle used
to kill Nate...

was made by Meyerson Industries.

We find that gun,
that'd be a good start.

We're not even supposed to
be investigating the case.

We can't just ask them
who they sold their gun to.

Well, not directly,
but there are other ways
to get information.

Like?
Blackmail.

Just hear me out.
There's a definite angle here.

The V.P. of sales
is the son of the founder.

He's a blackmailer's dream.
Okay?

He's a country club member,
he's got a society wife,

and he loves to,
you know, par-tay.

Yeah, but setting up a play
like that could take time.

I'm way ahead of you.

He's gonna be at an industry
conference in Jacksonville.

I'll head up there,
get all buddy-buddy with him,

take him out clubbing,
snap a few racy photos--

He'll tell me about the gun.

I'm not sure I could
talk my way out of that one
if the C.I.A. ever found out.

Right. I said "I," not "we."
I'd be doing it alone.

No, you wouldn't.
You'd need support.

I could always
attend the conference
on some other Agency business.

It's way too risky. No.
Jesse.

You guys were there for me
when I needed it.

I said I wouldn't forget,
and I haven't.

I'll have plane tickets
and cover I.D.'s
in the morning.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

What do you think?

[ South Boston Accent ]
It's my first Boston mobster.

[ Normal Voice ]
I want to get it right.
You look great,

but I still don't think you need
to be front and center on this.

Last I checked, you needed
a driver for this job,
and since Sam can't do it--

There's other ways
you can help.

So I can't get hurt.
I didn't say that.

Yeah, you did.
In fact, you've said it
a couple of times now.

There's no reason for you
to take unnecessary risks.

Why don't you let me
decide that?

If you're trying to prove
how tough you are--

I'm not trying
to prove anything.

We still don't know
what kind of situation
we're walking into.

When do we ever?
When has that ever mattered?

Since Nate died!

Look, I know
you feel responsible
for what happened to Nate.

You're not.

He volunteered
for that mission...

because he wanted
to do something worthwhile,

something good.

[ Voice Cracking ]
Because that's who he was.

Because he was a Westen.

I'm gonna do this
because it's who I am.
It's because of who we are.

And you can't change that.
I'll wait for you outside.

Okay, Jimmy Boy's in there--
the 40-footer
with the dinghy on top.

I got local P.D.
ready to pick him up...

and a surveillance team
ready to trail the two of you.

No, you won't be tailing us.

I can't risk Jimmy
spotting any law enforcement
once we're on the run.

Great.
We'll have the tracker.

- Which is working like a dream.
Just follow the little dot.
- [ Beeping ]

You sure Jimmy's
not gonna see that thing?

Well, not unless
he's got X-ray vision.

I mean, that thing's buried
in Mike's belt buckle.

- You ready, Mike?
- Let's do it.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]

Okay, let's take
this son of a bitch now.

[ Sirens Blaring ]
[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Officer ]
Go, go!

Let's move! Move, move!
[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Chattering ]

That's the best you got?
A gun charge?

I'll beat this rap by dinner.

Oh, ho.
Look who's hosting the party.

Agent Woods. What a surprise.

Yeah, good to see you
too, Jimmy Boy.

Yeah, it's déjà vu all over.

That's French
for "talk to my lawyer,"
just like last time.

You trust me.
It will be different this time.

Doyle, scoot over.
[ South Boston Accent ]
Oh, no can do, boss.

My ass took a wicked snooze.

Think you could kiss it
and wake it up for me?

[ Groans ]

- That wake it up?
- Yeah, it did.

Come on.

Don't go anywhere, you two.
We'll be right back.

Yeah, we'll be waiting
on pins and needles for you.

[ Sam ]
Good job, guys.

You're Jimmy, right?
Name's Robbie Doyle.

I got to get a message to Quinn.

Got to make it fast.

Quinn?
Don't ring a bell.

Look, we don't
got to play this game
with each other, all right?

Everybody knows--
Do me a favor.

- Shut up.
- I'll do you that favor.
I'll shut up.

[ Engine Starts ]

Hope you two
are comfortable back there.

Got a nice two-hour ride
to federal detention.

[ Tires Squeal ]

What the hell
you keep looking at?

That's my girlfriend, Dawn,
behind us.

Think she's gonna bust us out.

Hey. Hey, don't be stupid.
You don't want to do that.

You're gonna be giving the feds
an airtight charge, okay?

You just lawyer up,
shut your mouth. Trust me.

Like I said, I got
an urgent message for Quinn.

You know, the guy
who don't ring a bell?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether you're trying
to run someone off the road...

or just trying to sell
that you are,

it all comes down to
the vehicle you use to do it.

- Okay. Here we go.
- You want a light frame...

so you can maneuver
faster than your target--

- Hey, you don't want
to do this.
- Too late. Brace yourself.

This is gonna hurt.

and a low center of gravity
so you don't flip.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Choosing the right car
can mean the difference
between a clean stop...

and a nasty spill.

[ Groans ]

[ South Boston Accent ]
And you wanted me to stay home
and do nothing. Hmph!

There. That's what
I've been waiting to see.

Nice driving, hon.

Hey, Jimmy, you coming?
Feds are gonna try
to pin this on you.

You might as well go
while you can.

No? Fine.

Good luck explaining
that this wasn't your idea.

[ Woods ] You're not
getting away with this, Jimmy,
so don't even try.

[ Fiona ]
Stay put, Mr. F.B.I. man,

or I'll blow your head off.

Hey, wait up.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Sirens Blaring ]

Suspects last seen
heading north on Pine Road.

All units respond immediately.

Well, looks like we got
a pretty big party started.

They're setting up
roadblocks
all around the area.

I sure hope your boy Michael
knows what the hell he's doing.

Relax. Tracker says
they're getting to the motel
right about now.

Should have ears on them
any second.

[ Walkie-talkie Squelches ]

So where's Quinn?
We don't have much time.

Cops are swarming
like roaches.
I got to find him now.

Slow down.

Who are you?
And what just happened?

Who am I?
I'm, like, a snitch,
but for our side.

I got some cops up in Boston
on the payroll.

I hear things from them,
and then I sell that information
to guys who need it,

and I got some
Grade "A" information
for your pal Quinn.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

Couple of guys
up in Boston said...

that I could get
to Quinn through you.

Guess one of them
must have blabbed, because
the feds nabbed both of us.

Ha. Lucky for me, Dawn wanted
to see the Sunshine State.

Me and Robbie
are like a team.

Even though sometimes
he don't like to admit it.

You say you got information.
What is it?

I know where the feds
are hiding the son of a bitch
that ratted on Quinn.

- You're talking about Duke?
- Yeah. Duke.

So I got to talk
to your boss, like, now.
So where is he?

No, no, no.
That ain't the way it works.

You tell me where Duke is,
and I'll take care of the rest.

Yeah. No offense there,

but if I tell you,
nothing stops you
from cutting me out.

What, you think
I'm taking you to Quinn?
I just met you.

Are you saying
you don't trust us?

Busting you out
ain't enough?

[ Scoffs ]
Forget it, Robbie.

Let's get out of here
before the cops
come knocking.

This ungrateful skid
ain't worth the trouble.

Sure. Jimmy can explain
to Quinn how we gift-wrapped
Duke up in a bow,

but instead of
putting him under a tree,
Jimmy sent him back to Santa.

Hey, all right,
all right. Fine.

I'll make a call.

[ Jimmy On Radio ]
Set up a meet.
Okay. You hear that?

Sounds like Quinn's about
to crawl out of whatever hole
he's been hiding in.

[ Chattering ]

Want one last look at the file
before you approach Meyerson?
No, I'm good.

[ Pearce ]
The man is the link
to identifying Nate's murderer.

We can't screw this up.

How hard could it be
to convince him
to have a few drinks?

He's a party animal, remember?

Mmm!

[ Pearce ]
Better get a move on.

Looks like he's not staying
for happy hour.

Okay.

It's time to get our friend
drunk, frisky
and compromised.

Observe.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As far as cold approaches go,

there's nobody spies
would rather deal with
than salespeople.

They're talkative,
eager to please...

and most meet too many people
in a given year to
remember them all.

Oh!
Excuse me.

No.

[ Laughing ]
Oh, my God.

Meyerson, you son of a bitch.
How you doing, man?

It's good to see you.

You-- You don't remember me.

You d-- Mark.

Mark Thompson.
Atlanta convention?

Crazy, crazy night?

You bought me a drink.
You know what?

I'm gonna return the favor.
I'm gonna buy you
some drinks right now.

No, sorry. I can't.
I'm, uh, feeling a little
under the weather, Mark.

I'm gonna try to sleep it off
before tonight's meetings.

Thanks for the offer though.
Yeah, yeah.

And no matter what
a salesman has going on--

No, it's cool.
I'll just--

I'll call your
purchasing guy on Tuesday.

they can't bear
to offend a potential customer.

You're a buyer?

I do all the contracting work
with the Pentagon.

We talked about this, man.
You seriously don't
remember me?

No, no, no, no.
[ Laughs ]

Of course I do.

Mark.
Mark.

Okay.
[ Laughing ]

Just a drink.
I'll introduce you
to some of my sales guys.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

When I owe a man a drink,
I owe a man a drink,

and we're not getting it
at the hotel bar.

You understand me?
You're coming with me, buddy.
What--

Nope, nope.
It's go time.

[ Chattering ]
** [ R & B ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Setting up a blackmail
is about more...

than knocking your target out
and snapping pictures
of things he won't remember.

It starts much earlier,
with all the things
he will remember.

[ Both Laughing ]

You need to make sure
that by the time
you knock him out,

he's ready to actually believe
that he did anything.

[ Slaps ]
Oh!

So glad I ran
into you, Mark.

- Yeah, what are the chances,
right?
- [ Cell Phone Buzzing ]

[ Beeps ]
Crap.

What's up? What's wrong?

It's my secretary.
I've got a sales meeting
in a half hour.

No.
I should go.

No, you don't. No, no, no.
You're gonna miss the best part.
No. Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes, you. Yes, you.

With the-- Yes.

My buddy here would like
to have a, uh, closer look
at your goods.

Oh.
Thank you very much.

[ Laughing ]
Yes.

Once it's time to spike
your target's drink,

the important thing
is to control the dose.

You better get in there.

Mix too much sedative
with alcohol,

and you shut down the part
of the brain that controls
the heart and lungs,

which means your target
won't be sleeping,
he'll be dead.

All right, man.

A toast...

to new business,
old friends and strippers.

Hell, yes.
Hell, yes.

Whoo.
Mmm!

I think it's time
for a little V.I.P. treatment.

One lappy, one song,
and you're on your way,
I promise.

Come on.
Sure, why not?

Whoo, hoo, hoo.

Do not go easy on him.

[ Woman ]
Come on, bad boy.
Go.

Yes.
[ Meyerson ]
Oh, yeah.

[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]

- Yeah, Jesse.
- Hey. All systems go.

Looks like Meyerson's
about to have the afternoon
of his life.

All set here.

His love den's ready
and wired for sound.

You know what?
That's a good thing.

I think we might be heading back
sooner than we thought.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]
[ Michael ] Cop cars are
crawling all over the place.

- When do I get to see Quinn?
- We've been here for hours.

How much longer are
we gonna have to wait?

As long as it takes.

[ Ringing ]

- Well, you might not be
for much longer.
- [ Beeps ]

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I'll tell them.

[ Beeps ]
You're going to see Quinn.

Great. What's the address?
I'll go now.

Oh, no. We're all going--
together.

But first we need
some fresh wheels.

Of course, if boosting a car
is gonna be a problem
for you two--

[ Both Blowing Raspberries ]

Grand theft auto
is my middle name,
right, Robbie?

For as long as I've known her.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's always a risk when using
a stolen car in an operation,

but there are ways
to minimize that risk.

Take it from an employee
parking lot during midday,

and chances are
it won't be missed for hours.

You want an older model
to avoid antitheft devices,

and a common, neutral color
that won't attract attention.

Bang a right up here.

Of course, it doesn't
matter how carefully
you choose a car...

if you have to drive it
through a police checkpoint.

All right, turn the car around.
Turn it around now.

Can't. Boxed in.

Crap. Cops must
have blocked off
the whole area.

Nice. Your little plan
is about to get us pinched.

Yeah, well, it better not.

Look, we'll run the roadblock.
What?

[ Man ]
Whoa.

We can pull into that garage.

Might be our best shot
at losing the cops.

Especially if they have
a little fire to deal with.

- It's them!
- [ Tires Squealing ]

There they are!
That's our vehicle!

Get down.

Go, go, go!

[ Michael Narrating ]
A car on fire makes
a great diversion,

but it takes a few minutes
to get it fully engulfed.

If you don't have
much time to spare,

you find the closest
burning materials that
will create the most smoke,

like old newspapers
and fast-food bags
doused in hand sanitizer.

Stuff them in rolled-up
rubber floor mats,

and you've created a vent
that will focus the flames
into one area.

- What the hell is she doing?
- Saving our asses-- again.

[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Sirens Blaring ]

And the more focused the flames,
the faster everything burns.

[ Officer ]
Watch yourself!

[ Grunts ]

This thing is getting
completely out of control, Sam.

I did not sign up
for a high-speed chase,

setting cars on fire
or putting cops in danger!

You got to have
a little faith that Mike
knows what he's doing.

[ Chuckles ]
No. No, I don't.

I'm calling in
your buddy's position,

and I'm having Jimmy
picked up right now.

This is over.
Are you crazy?
Mike is wearing a tracker.

He's going to meet Quinn,
a guy that no one could
sniff out for years.

Let's at least get in the car
and see where this takes us.

No. You had your chance.

You pull the plug,
your witness dies,
and Quinn goes free forever.

Is that what you really want?

Better hope your guy is as good
as you think he is.

[ Michael ]
Check this out.

Guys have funny taste
in meeting places.

[ Fiona ]
We walked all that way
for this?

I was hoping for some sand
between my toes.

You'll have plenty of time
to catch some rays later.

Where's Quinn?

Quinn's not coming to see you.

You're going to see him.

Give me your clothes.
Throw these on.

What? Wh-Why my clothes?

Because Quinn got busted
by a cop wearing a microphone
in his shoe once. That's why.

I'm not handing over my threads.
They're mad expensive.

Who says you got a choice?

What about my belt?
It's my lucky belt.
Can I keep that?

Hey, Robbie.

Your luck's gonna run out
real fast...

if you don't start
listening to me!

Fine. What about her?

Can she at least change
in some privacy?

She keeps her clothes.

Quinn says she ain't going.

She stays with Shane
and Dylan.

They'll take
good care of her,
long as you play nice.

That wasn't the deal.
That's the deal now.

Well, then, the deal's off.

Robbie, I'm fine.

All right.

I want to talk this over
with Dawn, someplace private.

You talk to her right here.
No, I'm talking with her
in private,

or you're not getting
the information.

Shoot me if you want.

Maybe there's something in here
we can use as a weapon.

Michael, you need to go.

I can't leave you here, Fi.
They're taking the tracker.

They're not gonna let us
walk out of here...

and we can't fight
our way out either,
at least not yet.

You need to see this through.

I think I can take the two guys
they're leaving me with.

Try to find a way
to give me a signal...

when you're ready
for me to start the fun.

So you coming?

Last chance.

Hey, Robbie.

Knock 'em dead.

You know I will.

Mike's got to be
meeting with Quinn
just up the street here--

maybe in one
of these warehouses.

Looks like it's the next block
on the right.

Sam, are you sure
this is the spot?

I mean, this is a park,
and there's no one here.

Signal's coming
from right over there
where that garbage can is.

- Oh, crap.
- [ Tires Squealing ]

Damn it!
Damn it. We lost them.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A successful blackmail...

depends on
the psychological state
of your target.

Leading with your demand...

can risk putting him
on the defensive
right from the start.

But if you start
by showing him how his world's
about to crash down first,

he'll be looking for the key
to his salvation...

and be more likely
to take it when you
offer it to him.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

[ Groans ]

Mark?
[ Groans ]
What time is it?

- It's 2:00 a.m.
- Oh, God.

- I gotta call my wife.
- No, no. It's okay.

I texted her
from your phone,

told her that you had
some bad sushi...

and you'll call her
in the morning. You're good.

Oh, God. Thank you.

However,
you might not be--
[ Chuckles ]

when she sees these.

Man, that Trixie was
a fun gal, wasn't she?

Or is that Cinnamon?
Oh, my God.

I can't remember.
Doesn't matter.

- There was a bunch
of them up here.
- Oh, my God.

I know, right?

Why did you take these?
What is this?

This is bad,
is what this is.

But it doesn't have to be.

[ Groans ]
No one needs to see these,
including your wife.

I can help you with that
if you help me
with what I need.

[ Meyerson On Headphones ]
Wait. Are you blackmailing me?

[ Jesse ]
Yeah. But let's not
call it that.

Let's call it
a potential win-win.

So what do you want?

I want the records of every
sniper rifle you sold
in the last 12 months.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Of course, no blackmail attempt
can succeed...

if your target has no fear
of being extorted.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Meyerson ]
You think you're
the first person...

who's ever tried
to blackmail me?

There was a girl once
who wanted money from me.

I told her to go to hell.

You know why?
Why's that?

Because my father has friends
in every police department
in the country,

not to mention
every politician
he's personally bankrolled.

One call from him, and you're
in a whole world of hurt.

[ Jesse ]
You need to hear me out
on this, man.

[ Meyerson ]
I think I've heard enough.

[ Jesse ]
Listen. You walk out that door,
you're gonna regret it.

I don't think so.

No, no. He's right.
You are definitely
gonna regret it,

and so will your father,
because if you don't
play ball with us,

we won't just ruin you,
we'll ruin him.

Who are you?

Someone who knows about
your father's bank accounts,

and I don't mean
just the ones he jots
down on his tax returns.

I'm talking about the ones
he uses to grease
those friends of his.

All it takes
is an anonymous call
to the U.S. Attorney's Office,

and they'll
be filing charges--
[ Phone Beeping ]

Okay. Okay.
I'll get the records.

Good boy.

Now go clean yourself up.

What the hell are you doing?
You shouldn't have
shown your face.

I did what I had to do.

How'd you know about
those bank accounts, anyway?

I didn't.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The passage of time...

is one of
the most often-used tools
in counterintelligence.

- [ Door Opens ]
- It allows an adversary
to observe you...

and determine whether
you've been followed.

Then it's just a matter of
whether they've seen enough...

to make a new acquaintance
or a corpse.

Sorry, Robbie,
for the less-than-stellar
accommodations.

I don't get a lot of people
just dropping by these days.

It's good to meet you,
Quinn. Yeah.

I'd shake your hand,
but, you know.

[ Chuckling ]

I hear you have some information
on where Kelly Duke...

might be spending
his days lately.

Before we get started,
I feel it's only fair
to warn you.

You lie to me,
my guys put a bullet through
each of your girlfriend's eyes.

Got that?

Good.

Get her on the phone,
Jimmy.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Quinn ]
You there, darling?

Is Robbie okay?

He's fine and you will be too,

so long as Robbie here
is straight with us.

Go ahead, Shane.

[ Groans ]

That's just a taste.
Keep you honest.

Now tell me where
that son-of-a-bitch witness is.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies feed enemies
false information all the time.

Sometimes, though,
you have to give up
the real thing--

actual intelligence
that puts innocent people
in danger.

It's rough rolling the dice
with someone else's life,

but sometimes
it's the only play.

Duke is at North Miami
General Hospital.

He's under 24-hour
police protection.

Jimmy.

Send one of your guys
to make sure our friend's
information checks out.

Looks like someone's
getting put down today.

Question is whether
it's Duke or your girl.

So?
We got Duke.

He's at North Miami General,
just like Robbie said.

I told you the truth.
Now can we get rid
of these here?

Jimmy, are you sure Robbie here
ain't playing us?

[ Chuckles ]
Quinn, don't be crazy.

Why would he come in here
telling us all about Duke
if he wasn't legit?

You're right.

Sorry, Robbie.

When you been running
as long as I have,

it does something
to your head.

Cut him loose.

Gather your guys and get over
to the hospital.

Take care of this
son of a bitch Duke
once and for all.

All right.
Hey, what about the cops?

There's two of them
sitting outside his room.

What do you think?

Guess I owe you some money,
don't I?

Jimmy said something
about you expected a reward
for your information.

I'd appreciate
a one-time payment,

but I'm more interested
in a more permanent position
with your group,

seeing how you're gonna be
back into the swing
of things and all.

What'd you have in mind?

Maybe we could discuss this
somewhere a little
more civilized?

I mean, I appreciate
the cot and all,

but, uh, I like
to talk business over
a nice bottle of scotch.

All right.

Single malt it is.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you've been driven
to a meeting in a head bag,

figuring out your location
can be a challenge.

If you know how long
you were on the road,

you can use
the local speed limits
to calculate a general area,

and if you can get
to a window, local landmarks can
narrow it down even further.

Oh, is that downtown
across the water?

Nah. Miami Beach.

It's the sort of thing
you learn in the Boy Scouts,

except Boy Scouts rarely do it
with a gun to their back.

Nice neighborhood.

I don't get out much.

Aw, that's a shame.

You got a wicked
amazing view here.

You even got a view
of that bridge.

Bet it looks nice
lit up at night.

What is that?

MacArthur Causeway.

Now, are you here to admire
the view or discuss terms?

Definitely discuss terms.
I just need to talk
to my girl first.

- Don't worry about her.
She's fine.
- She didn't sound too fine...

when one of your boys
was smacking her around.

Now I get it.
You got to do
what you got to do,

but where we come from,
a man takes care
of his woman first.

Get me Dylan and Shane
on the phone.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Dylan.
Yeah.

Put the girl on.

Hi, hon. You all right?

I'm fine, Robbie.

Just a little bruised is all.

There ain't nothing here
I can't handle.

Nothing.

- How's everything with you?
- Oh, I couldn't be better, hon.

I'm here at Quinn's place.
You should see it.

Maybe you and I can
get a place like this one day.
It's got a view of Miami Beach.

We're right next
to the MacArthur Causeway.

It lights up at night.
Oh. It is on fire.

Oh, I can
totally see it, baby.
Yeah, it's beautiful.

Just me, Quinn, couple
of his boys drinking
the finest scotch I ever had,

and, uh--

So-- Listen,
I got to go here
and you got to go there, so--

You just tell me when.
I'm ready, sweetheart.

All right.
We'll hang up together.

On three.

- One--
- [ Kissing ]

Two.

Three.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Groans ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Groans ]

What the hell?

Come on.

[ Grunts, Screams ]

[ Sharp Groan ]

[ Coughs ]
Who the hell are you?

I am just a guy who enjoys
a nice bottle of scotch.

[ Quinn Coughing ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
It's Fi.

- [ Beeps ]
- Fi, thank God.

We were starting to think
you guys were dead.

Yeah, well, don't celebrate yet.
Michael's by himself
at Quinn's house.

It's a big place
with a view of Miami Beach,
close to the MacArthur Causeway.

You need to get there
as fast as you can.

House with a view of Miami Beach
near MacArthur Causeway.

He wasn't more specific?

Well, I'm pretty sure he said
it was gonna be on fire.

House on fire. Okay.
That sounds like Mike.
We're on our way.

Place is off MacArthur.
We can be there in 10 minutes.

Let's make it five.
We'll take my car.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A good defensive position is
known as a "force multiplier."

Come on.
Bust that lock.

One man can hold off
three others...

as long as he can remain
well-protected...

while keeping up a steady stream
of suppressing fire.

Only problem is doing that
requires a lot of ammunition,

and when it's all gone,

your defensive position
very quickly becomes
a death trap.

[ Quinn ] Now hold on a sec.
I want to talk
to this son of a bitch.

You've wasted
a lot of bullets
shooting at that door.

Can't last forever.

By my count,
you got one more shot
left in that clip.

Do yourself a favor.
Give up.

I may trade you back
to the cops. I'm sure they'd
want their snitch back.

You're awfully interested
in that fire.

Let me guess--
Some kind of signal.

Quinn, we're running
out of time.
We're coming in.

[ Cocks ]

Tell your boys to back off,
or this will get ugly.

All right.

Taking a hostage
is only as effective...

as his relationship
with his rescuers.

The more they value his life,
the more leverage you have.

Listen up, boys.

Hey, shut up,
shut up, shut up.
He's talking. He's talking.

[ Quinn ]
This bastard's already
got the cops coming.

It's over.

Of course, if your hostage
doesn't value his own life,

all bets are off.

But I'd rather die
than go back to the joint,

so kill this son of--

If you shoot in there--
You heard him.
It's what he wants.

Let's finish this.

Go, go, go!

Okay. Stop. Stop!

You don't even have the guts
to kill me yourself.

Should have
taken my deal, boy.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Laughing ]

Lock and load, fellas.
It's time to go in.

[ Gunshot ]

Anybody else want some?

Lose the weapons.

You won't be taking
any witnesses out today.

Why don't you fellas slide
those guns over here
and take a knee?

Mike. You all right in there?

Mike.

What took you so long?

Told you we'd get him.

Easy peasy.

[ Jesse ]
Well, we don't have the shooter,
but we do have the sniper rifle.

This sale order shows
where the gun was made,
when it was shipped,

and then it landed
at the Pryon Group.

It's a private
security firm upstate.

And whoever took that gun
used it to shoot Nate.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Jesse.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be more help with this.

Please. I went to a strip club,
snapped a few photos.

From what I hear,
you guys went through hell
to make this happen.

Look, I got to get going,
but, um, just call me
if you need anything, okay?

[ Sighs ]
[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]
He's right.

The job was hell.

But you probably could have
managed it without me.

Fi.
No.

You really
didn't need my help.

You can stop now.

I should have
just stayed home.

I'm glad that you came.

You know,

I would like to show you
something else that
you can't do without me.

[ Pounding ]

[ Pearce ]
If you're thinking of shooting
through the door, please don't.

It's me, Pearce.

Pearce, I was gonna call
and thank--
Michael, I can't talk long.

Is everything okay?

No. Most definitely not.

The C.I.A. found out
about my approach to Meyerson.

How?

Meyerson was acting
suspicious at home,

his wife noticed,
and he came clean to her.

Guess she was upset
and blew the whistle,

because eventually
it got to the Agency.

They traced it back to me.
The C.I.A. did send me
to that conference, after all.

I'll call the Agency.
I'll take full responsibility.
No, you won't.

I already told them
I was moonlighting on some
corporate espionage work...

for one
of Meyerson's competitors.

Needless to say,
Langley wasn't too happy,

but no one knows
you're connected.

I can't let you do this.
Michael,
you can and you will.

Consider this my last order
as your senior officer.

What are you talking about,
your last orders?

I've been reassigned
to Mumbai,

part of an
anti-counterfeiting task force.

[ Sighs ]
I leave the country
in a few hours.

Pearce, you're gonna be
stuck in some room...

examining
fake prescription labels
for the rest of your career.

Could have been worse.

They were looking to fill
the ice-station post
in Reykjavik.

I have to go.

Just promise me this
won't be for nothing, Michael.

I promise it.