All language subtitles for Burn Notice S02E08 Double Booked 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DD+5 1 x264-SiGMA_track3_[eng]

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies make great neighbors.
They're polite,

they keep the lawn trimmed,
and they never
crank the music at night.

They don't stand out because
they don't wanna be found.

So if you're hunting for
a covert operative
and all you've got to go on...

are the names of
a few dozen suspects,

you're out of luck unless
you know where to look.

[ Michael ]
That's Bill Johnson's house.

[ Sam ]
Yep. That gets funnier
every time.

So, Mike, this is what,
the 10th Bill we've looked at?
I need a break, man.

You made me buy you a beer
after Bill number eight.
Yeah?

So I'll buy you another round
if you do the honors.
[ Sighs ] Okay, deal.

Oh! Oh, come on!

Okay, that's
two rounds, Mike.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The garbage someone
leaves on the curb...

can often tell you more than
a face-to-face conversation.

Not a lot of junk mail.
Well, that fits.

I had a hard time tracking
this particular Bill down.

Keeps himself out
of the system pretty good.

And he buys
a lot of prunes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Shredded documents
in the trash...

used to be a strong indicator
that someone had a secret.

But nowadays, everybody
and their mother shreds bills
to prevent identity theft.

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Sam ]
Okay, the guy lives
with his mother?

I ruined my khakis
for nothing?

I think we've found
Carla's sniper.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Laundry bluing
is a synthetic dye...

that dry cleaners use
by the thimble...

and covert operatives
go through by the bottle.

It blots out secrets and works
like a poor man's dye pack,

staining anyone who digs
through your trash.

Wow. The guy's pretty paranoid.
They must be using him
for something big.

Figure out what,
I may get some leverage
against Carla.

I need to know everything
there is to know
about this Bill.

I'm on it, buddy.

** [ Rock ]

[ Chattering ]

** [ Woman Singing,
Indistinct ]

- Excuse me.
- [ Man ]
Hey, back of the line, pal.

- I--
- [ Laughing ]

Larry.
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but you're dead.

Okay, you're wrong.
Just don't tell
my ex-wife.

Hey. Aren't you gonna
invite me inside?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.
Just hold that for a sec.

Watch yourself, 'cause the--

Mike, you think
I would hurt you?
That hurts me.

You know, I always pat down guys
who just show up
who used to be dead.

Fine, fine. If you're gonna
frisk me, frisk me.

Though that sweep
of my inner right thigh
was pretty half-assed.

-What the hell
are you doing here?
-I missed working with you, man.

- Since I, uh, retired--
- Stay there.

I've been working
freelance stuff. I got
more work than I can handle.

I just got a gig here in Miami.
I thought maybe
you might be interested.

You want me
for a job?

Yes. I wanna pay you
a lot of money to kill a lady.

Uh-huh.
Still a yogurt man,
I see.

Well, I guess some things
haven't changed.

Some things have.

Yeah.
I heard you got burned.

That's all, Larry?
You just heard?
You sure about that?

What? You think maybe
I had something to do with it?

Whoa! I know
you're angry, Mike,

but you gotta know
who your friends are.

It wasn't old Lar who
used you up and spit you out.
It was the government.

- It's a little more
complicated than that.
- Oh, please. Come on.

You went off
the reservation, kid.

Unauthorized kills,
selling secrets.

I read the
Michael Westen dossier that's
floating around out there.

You know what I thought?
Finally.

Finally, he wakes up.
Finally, the kid gets it.

They put us out there.
They tell us the end
justifies the means.

And sooner or later,
you believe them.

I'm a weapon, baby.
I don't need
some government aiming me.

I put people down.
I put some cash in my pocket.
So what?

Hey, I'm behind you on this,
Michael, believe that.

Murder for hire?
Civilians?

Don't pretend you're some kind
of Boy Scout, Michael.
I know better.

I don't know about this thing.
It's a slippery slope.

Slippery slopes can be
kind of fun, like waterslides.

Just hear me out, okay?

Jeannie Anderson.
She is our dead-ee.

That's my term.
It's trademarked.

- She looks dangerous.
- Hey, some people live,
some people die, kid.

Jeannie is a cancer nurse.
She married one of her
rich patients.

He got better.
Then he got sick again.

Now he's in a coma.
But she is gonna die first.

So who doesn't want her
to have his money?

I can't tell you that.
All my deals are anonymous.
Everything is e-mail.

- There's no mess that way.
- Yeah, except for the killing.

What, you need my help, Larry?
Is that it?

Michael, I don't need help
killing someone.

If I wanted this lady dead,
she would be dead.

Now, the whole idea here is that
you will do this one solo.

That way, you can reestablish
some kind of trust with me.

And if everything
works out well,

maybe we can
work together again,

make some money.

Come on. It's not like you
couldn't use a little cash...

to buy some of the luxuries
in life, like, hey, furniture,

more protein.

This one pays 20 grand.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Work long enough in covert ops,

and you're bound to be offered
some pretty nasty assignments.

When a bad job comes along
you have two choices,

and neither is
very appealing.

You can pass and watch
the op go down,

or you can take the job
and make sure the op gets blown.

Make it 30.
[ Laughing ]

Deal!

Go get 'em, killer.

Oh, and Michael?
I just wanna tell you
what I tell all my clients.

Keep your nose clean.
If a cop comes within a mile
of this, I kill everybody.

And you know me.

I mean everybody.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Hi.

Michael,
I want you to meet...

my brilliant, adorable,
paramedic boyfriend Campbell.

Hey. It's great
to meet you, man.

Fiona tells me
you're a soil scientist.

Yes, yes.
I love my dirt.

I'm sorry
I called so early.
If this is a bad time--

You didn't wake us.
We were already up.

Campbell, would you mind
excusing us just for a minute?

I have to talk with
Fiona about something.
It's personal. A family thing.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
No problem.
I'll go order some breakfast.

I don't know about you,
but I am starving.

- Mmm!
- I know you gotta be
starving too.

You want some eggs, hon?
Over easy?
Mmm. Mmm!

Don't you just love him?
I've been hired
to kill a woman.

You're changing the subject.
Yes, but I'm serious.
I don't know who wants her dead.

I have to find out,
and I need your help.

Fine.
You owe me.

How do you know
this guy who hired you?

We worked together
in the Balkans
in '91, '92.

It was a crazy time.
He seemed somewhat
sane in comparison.

And now he kills
for a living.

Yeah, he made
some poor choices
before his death.

Fifteen people watched Larry
walk into an oil refinery
right before it blew up.

Apparently,
it was his way of
taking early retirement.

Okay, that's Jeannie.
Larry said
she splits her time...

between the hospital
and the museum.

They're having
a charity event here.

Doesn't exactly sound like
the kind of woman
anyone should want dead.

Who's bankrolling this?
Well, that's what
we need to find out.

Then we blackmail them,
make them pay Larry to
walk away. Then Jeannie lives.

I need to speak
with Jeannie alone,
preferably someplace quiet.

[ Sighs ]
Well, I can put you in
the same room as her.

But I'm not telling her
she's been marked for death.
That's your job.

Fair enough.
But then you keep watch
on her afterwards.

Are you trying to keep me
away from Campbell?
Who?

What you're doing
with this event,
it's extraordinary.

Oh, I don't know.
This charity stuff's
new to me.

I spend so much time
at the hospital.
You need an outlet, you know?

Would you give me
your e-mail?
I really wanna get involved.

Oh, absolutely.
We could--

Oh, my God.
I am so sorry.
Oh.

Uh-- No,
don't worry about it.
Um, excuse me just one second.

Jeannie?

Oh, my--
No, no. Listen to me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not going
to hurt you, okay?

I'm a friend.
I'm a friend, all right?

I can't have
somebody coming in here
because you're screaming.

So I need you to keep quiet
and listen to me.
Do you understand?

I'm gonna take my hand
off your mouth, okay?
Don't scream. Okay.

Who are you?
I'm Michael.

I'm here because someone
was hired to kill you.

[ Gasps ]
Who?

Me.
[ Gasps ]

Okay, okay.
But I'm not going to,
all right?

I'm on your side.
I don't do that.
You understand?

[ Muffled Grunt ]
I'm gonna take my hand
off your mouth again.

Who hired you?
I don't know.
They stayed anonymous.

I thought you might
have some idea.

Usually with a job like this,
there's not a lot of suspects.

[ Sighs ]
What--

Who wants you dead?

God, I don't know.

Drew.
Who's Drew?

He's my husband's son
from his first marriage.

Oh, I can't believe this.
[ Sniffles ]

He, uh-- He was
very, very angry when
I got written into the will.

He thinks I'm some kind
of gold digger.

Where is Drew now?
He might be at the house.

He moved in
when Robert got sick.

What if I just
give him the money?
I don't care.

You can't tell Drew
that you know.
He might kill you himself.

But what happens
when I go to the cops?
I have to go to the cops.

No, you can't go
to the cops either.

The people who are involved
in this, if they find out,
we'll all be dead.

Trust me.
What do you expect me to do?

Nothing.
I will handle this
for you, okay?

Now, you met Fiona
just now, right?

She is going
to be an old friend
from out of town.

She will stay with you
for a couple of days.

She'll keep
an eye on you
and on Drew.

You have to trust me.
It's gonna be all right.

[ Knocking ]
[ Madeline ]
Michael?

I've got some leftovers.
I thought maybe--
Hi, honey.

- Oh, my God, Michael.
What happened to you?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

No, you're not fine.
I'm fine. I just fell down
at work, that's all.

This, see?

This is the thing
I cannot deal with,
all right?

This-This-This wall
that you put up. Do you have
any idea how hard it is...

to have an honest
exchange with you when
you're withholding like this?

You're reading
a book or something?

I'm seeing a counselor, Michael,
and he's pretty sure you're
the one who has the problems.

So you're actually here
twisting my arm until I go
to counseling. That's honest.

Besides,
we've tried counseling.
You quit, remember?

Well, I wanna try again.

This new guy says
the best place to facilitate
a dialogue is in the home.

I made an appointment
for tomorrow.

If you're not gonna
do this for me, Michael,
then I don't know what to say.

Fine.
I will be there.

Great, then.

1:00.

Yeah, I know. I'm late.
But I come bearing gifts.

That's the military jacket
on our favorite Bill Johnson.

Buddy of mine
pulled it in exchange
for some Sam time.

[ Chuckles ]
Not all my buddies
are guys.

Your method's
your business, Sam.

So it looks like our buddy Bill
had a hell of a career
in the marines.

Big deal sniper.
Awful busy during Gulf I.
And the fact that...

Carla put a Dragunov
in this guy's hands--

Probably wasn't
a birthday present.

Looks like he was
dishonorably discharged.

Yeah, right. The guy
was a model marine.
He was in for 20 years.

I followed him
for a little bit.

Sublets a room from the lady
with the yappy dog. So that's
his landlady, not his mom.

We gotta get a bug in there.
Wanna go over there now
and take a crack at it?

Tomorrow. Right now,
I gotta do a job... with Larry.
Larry?

Dead Larry?
Oh, man.
I hated that guy.

He's back.

Okay, I hate him
present tense.

He's a bad influence.
Don't tell me you're
working with him.

I'm not working with him.
I'm working against him.

In that case,
can I help?

[ Fiona ]
You have a lovely home.
That's the problem, isn't it?

I mean, all this--
Whatever.
I just wanted Robert.

He was the strongest
patient I ever had.
That's what got me.

And... then I had
to watch it come back.

I just wanna be there
for him to the end.

You will.

How much longer
before Drew gets back?
Um--

Twenty minutes?

He runs a restaurant
that Robert bought him.
But he's not much of a worker.

So he usually comes home early,
showers and then
goes out with friends.

Give me a heads-up
if you hear him.

This is disgusting.

Oh, come on, Fi.
It's one garbage can.

You're gettin' off easy,
trust me.
Here's something interesting.

Drew made a copy
of Jeannie's date book.

At least now we know how
Larry got his information.

[ Jeannie ]
Drew just pulled up!
That's my cue, gentlemen.

Michael,
keep this line open.

You owe me a new cell phone.
I'm stashing this one.

Drew, is that you?
Yeah. Whose Saab
is that out front?

I have a girlfriend in
from out of town.

She's just, uh,
sleeping up in
the guest room.

Hustle, Fi.
If he catches you
and it gets back to Larry,

the body count on this
will go way up.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Hey, hey, Roth, man, it's Drew.
No, no, no, I'm straight.

That last eight ball
did me just fine.
I got a problem here.

Yeah, about that other thing.
I need you to make a few calls.
The hit can't go down here.

Yeah, she's got some bitch
staying with her.

If those guys are planning
on getting her here, you'll
just have to find another way.

Thanks.
Mike, I don't wanna
hurt your feelings,

but it sounds like
you're not the only person
Drew hired to kill Jeannie.

[ Knocking ]

You hiding
Sam Axe in here?

You told him.

Wow.
Been a while.

Been a while.
And you look great.

You too, Larry.
Very youthful.

Still drinking
the blood of children?

Well, I'm glad
you called, kid.

Got an e-mail
from our client.

Seems Jeannie has a houseguest.
Yeah, we got bigger
problems than that, Larry.

It seems Drew has
double-booked the job.

He put the word out
through his coke dealer.
No, no, no!

Damn it! Damn it!

I'm not gonna get angry.
I'm not gonna get angry.

Just cool down, all right?
I feel a cleansing rash
of heart attacks coming on.

Larry, there's no need
to poison anybody.

Yes, there is.
My name is in the mix.

There's amateurs on this!
Gonna be cops
all over it.

We need to start putting
people in the ground.
Drew-- dead.

Jeannie-- dead.
The houseguest-- dead.
The coke dealer--

- Anyone he hired, et cetera.
- That's a lot of bodies.

Oh, come on.

Are you gonna stand there
and you're gonna tell me that
you don't have the same impulse?

I know how
you used to look at people
when they betrayed us,

when their stupidity
disappointed us.

Come on.
I know that look.

And you know how easy
this would be?
It's not the smart play here.

I'll go to Drew.
I'll tell him
to call off the job.

You know how convincing
I can be.

The cops will never
hear your name
if Jeannie lives, Larry.

Well, I guess
the baby bird has gotta
leave the nest sometime.

Your call, kid.

But if being a softy
turns around to
bite you in the ass,

I will be here to say,

"Told you so."

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

That's our Larry.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Covert operatives
try to avoid assuming...

other people's identities
whenever possible.

There's just too many pitfalls
when you're dealing...

with someone
your new identity
has corresponded with.

What have they said?
What have they been told?
What have they agreed to?

Of course, it helps if
the person you're deceiving...

is terrified of the person
you're pretending to be.

- Sorry to interrupt, fellas,
but I need to borrow this guy.
- Who the hell are you?

I'm Drew's friend.
We met on the Internet.
Facebook buddies.

Uh, yeah, guys. Just, uh--
Just give us a few minutes.

Sure.

So, uh-- So you're--

Larry Sizemore.
I thought we were
never gonna meet.

You made it very clear
in your e-mails
we were never gonna meet.

I didn't want to, kid,
believe that.
But you got sloppy.

Sloppy? No, no, no.
I followed all of
your instructions.

No, you didn't.
You are one stupid,
careless son of a bitch.

I-I don't understand.
No kidding.

I thought we had
a deal, Drew.

I would do the job,
and you would keep
your nose clean.

- I was! I-I-I did!
- No. I don't think...

you actually understand what
"Keep your nose clean"
means.

Because if you did,

you wouldn't have told
your coke dealer to hire
other people to do my job.

Oh--
Oh! What's the rule, Drew?
No cops.

Well, I didn't think
that Roth was gonna--
What's that?

You didn't think what?
What?
You don't think Roth...

would ever get arrested
for selling cocaine?

What then, chucklehead?

He's gonna flip!

"I know a rich boy.
He wants his stepmom dead."
That's conspiracy.

- And then we're all in.
- What if we get rid of Roth?

No, if I'm killing anybody,
I'm killing you.

Some people live,
and some people die.

Which are you
gonna be, Drew?

There's one way you live.
You call off this hit.

How many other people
did you hire?
I-I-- Two.

You are going
to make two...

"I'm sorry, but I have
to let you go"
phone calls right now.

I can't. I don't have time.
I have to get ahold of Roth.
Look, give me till 5:00.

I'm coming back at 4:00. And
when I come back, I want good
news, or you're my next dead-ee.

And that's why I like to say
that trust is a bridge,

and it needs
a strong foundation.

And you can't build
a bridge out of
pain and fear, can you?

Can you, Michael?

Uh, no, because
that would make it, um,
structurally unsound.

[ Sighs ]
I'm detecting a lot of
negativity in this room.

You see what
I'm dealing with here?

- That's not helpful either.
- Not helpful.

You both have
to commit to this work.
You owe it to each other.

And I would like
to remind you of that.

So there's something
I want both of you to do
for our next session.

Are you
giving us homework?

I prefer to
call it "lifework."

In fact, that's the title
of the book I'm writing.

I would like each of you
to make a list--

five things you're grateful
to the other person for.

I think that's a great idea.

Mom, do you still have
Dad's old gas company jacket?

Probably not.
I threw away
most of his work stuff.

What do you need it for?
I just do.

Michael, you're supposed
to be honest with me.
What happened to the bridge?

Fine. Uh, I need to get
a shut-in and her yappy dog
out of her house.

I was gonna tell her
she had a gas leak.

Well... what about this
exterminator uniform?

Tell her you're
spraying her yard
with some toxic material,

and her poor little puppy
is gravely ill
and has to go to the vet.

Yeah, you just send the bill
to that address there,
and we'll pay for the visit.

I don't understand how
this could have happened.
Yeah, neither do I.

It was a total accident,
but I had to own up.

Now, this stuff is toxic,
this spill.
And from what I hear,

pets-- the little pads
on their feet-- it just
sucks it up like a straw.

And you don't want your
little loved one to be paws up
next to the water bowl, so--

I'll go.
Yeah. Maybe you wanna also
have yourself checked out.

The vet will take
very good care
of both of you.

[ Chuckling ]

You're a wizard, Mikey.

I don't know where you
come up with this stuff.

Look what our friend
was hiding in the wall.

[ Sam ] I guess Carla
talks to her sniper
the same way she talks to you.

She needs to freshen it up
a little bit,

try the Jumble for a change.
[ Phone Buzzes ]

Hey, Lar,
not a good time.
What do you need?

Just checking in.
How are things?

Things are good. You don't need
to be checking in.
It's under control.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just listen.

I wanna repitch my idea.
And in case
you don't remember,

the outline is,
"Let's kill everyone."

No need for that.
Not necessary.

I'm heading over
to Drew's now,

and he's handing out
pink slips as we speak.

It's under control.
I hope so, kid.

I really do.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Just checking in?
He's got a weird thing
for you.

That's 'cause he doesn't
have any friends.

That's because he's killed
most of them, Mike.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a pro plans an ambush,

they capitalize on
the element of surprise.

They attack aggressively
so their opponent...

has to react from
a place of weakness.

An amateur, on the other hand,
is more likely to take
a defensive posture,

which means they are the one
acting from a place of weakness.

[ Grunts ]

Hey, buddy,
what are you doing
back there?

- I'm sorry--
I'm sorry, man.
- What are you doing with a gun?

-You said you were gonna kill me
if I didn't call off the hit.
-You didn't call off the hit?

No, I tried--
I tried to call off the hit,
but I got through to one guy.

Then I couldn't get through--
Then the other guy-- But I know
he's gonna be killing her.

- Today?
- Yeah, I--
I think it's happening now.

Now?
What do you mean,
right now?

I called this one guy
about Jeannie.

He said it was gonna
take him two days
to get it put together.

He told me he was gonna get
a dump truck and he was gonna
hit her when she's coming home.

You're gonna call her right now.
You will call Jeannie,
and you warn her.

I already tried.
It didn't go through.
So?

The guy put in
a cell jammer in her car
to block all of her calls.

It's too late, man.

Okay, your name's not involved.
The cops aren't
involved either.

I promise. It's just
gonna look like an accident.
No cops?

Who do you think
investigates
fatal car crashes?

Please. Please.
You can't.

No, I could.

You don't know how easy
you're making this
for me, Drew.

Okay. I could run.
Just let me run.
Please, let me run.

Please.
Please let me run.

Run.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Cell phone jammers
emit radio waves...

at the same frequency
as commercial cell phones.

They're useful when
you really wanna make sure
someone stays out of touch.

[ Female Voice ]
The caller you are trying
to reach is unavailable.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It doesn't matter if
you're trying to take out...

a moped or a dump truck.

Every vehicle has
three areas of vulnerability:

the driver, the engine
and the tires.

A can of paint
across the windshield
could blind the driver.

A 50-millimeter cannon
could kill the engine.

But neither will guarantee
the truck won't swerve
into oncoming traffic.

But if you force a vehicle's
front tires off the road,

you drastically diminish
its maneuverability.

That way, it can't swerve.

Of course, getting
a dump truck's tires
off the ground...

is even more difficult
than it sounds and
a hell of a lot more dangerous.

[ Groaning ]

Come here,
you son of a bitch!

[ Michael ]
I took care of it.
You're in the clear.

Drew is on the run, and there
aren't any homicide detectives
looking for a guy named Larry.

You know, the last guy who
cost me a bunch of money...

didn't tell me about it
with a smile on his face.

Lar, you're looking at it
all wrong.

I didn't cost you
a bunch of money.
I saved you a lot of hassle.

This way, you're not gonna have
to kill four or five people.

Four or five people.
What's that?
Well, that is something.

If you say so, Michael.

And a dump truck-- Wow.
I wish I had seen that.

I mean,
I gotta tell you, kid,
I'm a fan.

Well, you were always
very supportive, thanks.

Well, who knows?
Maybe we'll get another chance
to work together again someday.

Yeah, maybe not.
Could've been great.

Well, I gotta go.
Got another gig.

Gotta shuffle off
to Buffalo.

See you around, kid.
I'll see ya, Larry.

[ Sam ]
Listen to this, Mike.
Your sniper just made a call.

[ Bill ]
Saturday.
I'll be there at 1500.

When are you going to give me
the name of the target?

And this is it, right?
No more games?
I get my pension back?

Well, it sounds like
another play from Carla's...

"Do what we say
or we'll ruin your life"
playbook.

At least she's consistent.
Sounds like Bill Johnson's
got a date.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
Guess I do too.

Drew, for your sake,
I hope you're calling me
from someplace far.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm really sorry, man.
I tried. I tried.

I mean, I did.
I tried to go away,
I swear.

But this guy showed up.
He just showed up and
told me that the job was on.

I tried to tell him--
Drew, slow down, slow down.

Okay, all right.
This guy, he knew
I wanted Jeannie killed.

I tried to tell him
the job was off.
He said it's still on.

He told me I have
to pay him. Otherwise--
Guy? What guy?

He's tall.
He's an older guy.

He said his name's
Michael Westen.

We're adding four more,
but there could be
a possibility of six or eight.

Okay.
I'm not really--

Excuse me a moment.
Of course.

But you said it was over.
We had one
slip through the cracks.

[ Sighs ]
Who?

It's complicated.

I have to admit,
this is pretty exhausting.
[ Fiona ] I know.

But at least we know
who's coming this time.

You still have that
charity lunch today.
You're gonna go to it.

Fi will explain
what you have to do.

It'll be a little out
of your comfort zone, but
we'll keep you safe, okay?

Okay.

Hey, Mike, come on.
You wanna lock this?

That sociopath
is still out there.

Larry won't come after me.
He thinks we're
brothers in arms or something.

[ Chuckling ]
I don't know, man.

He used your name.
I think you
pissed him off.

No, that was just
his way of saying,

"Hands off my operation.
Sit this one out."

Hey, you were right
about how Larry's
coming after Jeannie.

Drugstore across
the street from his hotel
had a little fire last night,

enough to mask him
swiping something nasty,
I'm sure.

He always did
like his poisons.
Yeah.

Any guesses on
where or when he's gonna
make his next move?

Drew was told to have
his money ready by 1:00.

The poison plus the time--
Larry's going
to Jeannie's lunch.

After she's dead,
Drew brings Larry the money.

And that's when
you're gonna--

Look, you want me
to do it?

No.

It should be me.

No teeth were left
to identify--
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Michael Westen's
a real dangerous man.

I don't need you
to read me his file.
We go way back.

So this
is gonna work out?
Oh, sure.

Just not for you,
because when you pay him,
you're dead.

Why--
Why would he kill me?
You've seen his face.

Then I'll-- I'll run.
Yeah, you should run.

But you should make damn sure
Michael Westen is dead
before you do that.

How?
By serving him up for me.

You're paying him
today, right?
I just need to know where.

He said he was gonna
direct me to the handoff
once the job's done.

He said, "Just be
in your car with the money
in the Gables ready to go."

He's doing it
walking distance from the hit.
Oh, that is nice.

Okay. This is
what we're gonna do.
You will go where he says.

You will give him your cash,
and then you will hit the deck
when the bullets start flying.

Once Michael's dead,
then you can run.

And Drew,
if you ever come back,
I will find you--

- I won't.
- Good. Good.

Because you've seen my face,
and I don't like you.

[ Fiona ]
Well, aside from a few
really hideous dresses,

there's not much
to be scared of in here yet.

He's gotta be around
there somewhere, Fi.
He's tall, dyes his hair.

- [ Continues On Earpiece ]
Face like a ferret.
- Hey.

Where did the man
in black come from?

- Wait a minute.
You've got him?
- He's good.

He came out of nowhere.
Good-looking too.

Yeah, he's all right,
I guess.
He's no Campbell though.

Who is? He's the only boyfriend
I've ever had who comes
with his own ambulance.

[ Sprays ]

Larry just sprayed
Jeannie's fork with something.

Wait a minute.
That's probably atropine.
You might wanna tell Jeannie...

- she's about to have
a heart attack.
- ** [ Chiming ]

- Look at you two, huh?
- Lunchtime. Gotta go.

Hey, Fi, don't be
a hero here, all right?

You got a problem,
you let me know.
[ Beeps ]

Geez.

You, uh,
a soil scientist too?

Oh, yeah.
Big time.

Take a couple of bites.
Excuse yourself
to the bathroom.

I'll follow,
discover your body
and call 911.

Bon appétit.

[ People Murmuring ]
Excuse me.

You okay?
You all right?
Jeannie?

[ Fiona ]
Oh, my God, Jeannie!

[ Siren Wailing ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Staging a fake death...

and a believable
emergency response is
almost impossible on a budget.

One lone ambulance
isn't going to sell it.

Get 'em inside.
Get 'em inside quick.

So unless you happen
to have a fleet of
fire and rescue vehicles,

uniforms and
a dozen actors you trust,
you really do have to call 911.

You just have to have called
your people first.
Hold on, Jeannie! Hold on!

How'd you guys
get here so fast?

We're losing her!

You were fantastic.

How can you be so relaxed?
I'm serious, never again.

- Hey, Jeannie.
How you doing?
- Well, I'm alive.

- Well, that's good,
right?
- [ Mouths Word ]

Where to, Sam?
Anywhere you want, buddy.

- Hang on!
- [ Siren Wailing ]

[ Drew ] I'm pulling in.
I don't see you.
That's the point.

But I see you.
Now, hang up.

Get out of the car.
Leave the money in the trunk,

and make him come to it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spend a career
in covert ops...

and you're going
to know some bad people.

You'll work with them, you'll
live with them, you might
even trust your life to them.

But none of that
makes them your friend.
It can't.

Because one day,
you might have to end them.

Over here, kid.
Jesus, kid.

Put your hands down.

- Okay, how you wanna do this?
- You give me the money.
Then I have the money.

It's in the trunk.

Good. Go get it.

And pick up the pace.
I'm in a hurry.
I just killed a lady in there.

No, no, no, no, Drew.
Make him come out
into the open.

- What are you doing?
- Don't you want the money?

Who are you looking for?

Oh, you brought a friend.

Do you think
he'll shoot ya?
'Cause I would shoot you.

[ Neck Bones Cracking ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Yeah, Larry.
- [ Chuckling ]

Not bad for an old man, huh?
Two Andersons, one day.

Or was it just one?

You got what you wanted.
Leave it alone.

She is alive.
That is beautiful, beautiful.

You know, kid,
that's really good work.
Really, really good.

[ Laughing ]

Time for you to shuffle off
to Buffalo, Lar.

Shuffle off to Buffalo
and never come back.
Yeah, nice, nice.

The cops'll be all after me,
won't they?
I'd better get going.

But I got just one thing to say.

You knew that kid
was dead anyway.
Why didn't you take the shot?

I didn't have it.

No. That's not it.

Let's face it.
You couldn't bring yourself
to shoot your old friend.

Hey, kid.

Some people live,
some people die.

See ya around.

And the last thing
I'm grateful for, Mom,

is that you gave me
your great eyesight.

I can't tell you how many times
I've been working, and I just--
Jesus, Michael.

Vision?
Are you serious?

What, you couldn't come up
with five real things?

- I-I did, I did.
- He doesn't even think I ever
did five things for him.

In his life!
I was a terrible mother.

No wonder you ran away.

You ran away?
No, I didn't. I joined
the military when I was 17.

My dad signed a form.
He couldn't wait to get me
out of the house.

I signed the form.
I forged his name.

He would never let you go
into the military, Michael.

Why didn't you
tell me?

Because I didn't wanna take away
the one thing that you were
grateful to your father for.

I would have if I'd known
my list was so short.

You forged Dad's name?
Why?

Because I knew
if you didn't leave,
you'd end up in jail.

Or worse.

There's always been
a part of you, Michael--

Maybe it's from your father,
I don't know.

You could have
turned out different.
I let you go...

because you needed
to focus on something good.

This is what
I've been talking about.
You've crossed the bridge--

Oh, get out of my house!
Get out of the house.

Mom.

Thank you.

1500. This has gotta
be the place.

[ Sam ] Wow. He looks grumpier
than you do when you're
going to meet with Carla.

Well, she hasn't had me
kill anyone yet.
Mmm.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Black bag missions are often
broken into separate parts.

Operatives are given
discreet tasks
to ensure secrecy.

- Sam, the badge.
- They're like jigsaw pieces,

and you never know
if any of the ones you're given
are from the same puzzle.

But if you can get your hands
on a corner piece,

the part where the puzzle
starts to take shape,

sometimes you realize
all your pieces fit together.

It's the same one
Carla had me forge.

[ Sam ]
Damn, Mike.
The badge, the rifle--

Carla's turned you into
this sniper's personal shopper.

If everything I've done
has been tactical support
for one big op,

I think I know
how to find out
what she's planning.