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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

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

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

No cash, no credit, no job history.

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

Miami.

You do whatever work comes your way.

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

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

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

You know spies. Bunch of bitchy little girls.

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

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

Bottom line: As long as you're burned,

you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether you're hunting down extremists in the mountains of Kashmir...

or tracking arms dealers through the streets of Moscow,

the life of a spy takes a toll.

So during downtimes, you work out, eat right...

and try to recharge your batteries...

because you never know what's waiting for you around the next corner.

[ Fiona Grunts ] Hello, Michael.

This is Bud, bail jumper.

We just got back from a lovely time in the Everglades.

You got a real chair in this dump?

Bud's in a bad mood. He didn't like the music in my trunk.

Why is he here?

Oh, we're killing time,

waiting for the bail bondsman to open his office.

You know, he's been throwing me more jobs than I can manage lately,

and I was thinking, as long as you're still burned...

Trudging through swamps, looking for guys like Bud? I'm not hurting for money that bad.

Could have fooled me.

Think about it, Michael.

Your strategic know-how, my expertise in the field.

- My brains, your brawn. - [ Scoffs ]

Time for you to go, Bud.

Mr. Westen? Detective Paxson, Miami P.D.

This is Detective Lopez. Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?

- I'm in the middle of something actually. - Mmm.

I understand you're a bounty hunter, Miss Glenanne.

- Do you have a bail enforcer's license? - Actually, I'm freelancing.

Actually, you're harboring a fugitive. Consider this a warning.

Uh, Detective, I spoke with some officers at the station recently,

and I think we cleared up all the questions they had.

Well, I have different questions.

They're about a traffic incident. Three cars blown up.

Three more totaled.

Apparently, we have a one-man wrecking crew on our hands.

How can you be so sure it's a man?

I'm as progressive as the next gal, Miss Glenanne,

but someone matching Mr. Westen's description...

was spotted driving away from the scene.

White male, dark hair... [ Clears Throat ] athletically built.

I hope your department pays overtime...

because you're gonna be searching for a few hundred thousand suspects.

I've got just one. Stuff's been blowing up pretty steadily since you arrived in Miami.

So, are you gonna answer my questions,

or am I gonna pick my way through everything you own?

That would be a workbench, six power tools, four yogurts... three yogurts.

I actually had one... Blueberry.

Well, you can tell me all about it at the station, Mr. Westen.

Get in the car. I'm gonna enjoy this.

Welcome to your worst nightmare, Mr. Westen.

You look wretched, Michael.

It's not a day spa in there, Fi.

I spent the last 24 hours in the drunk tank.

So, Detective Paxson wasn't questioning you the whole time?

Oh, no. There was plenty of that too.

[ Sighs ] She's gonna be some real trouble.

She already is. She cost me my bounty.

I'll make it up to you sometime. How does now sound?

I lined up a new gig. I'll fill you in on all the details over lunch.

Come on, Fi. Not another bail jumper. No.

But one of my old bail jumpers got me the job. It's a referral.

- So how's Stevie? - Doing time up at Raiford, medium security.

Says hi, by the way.

Her brother jumped bail on forgery charges.

Chased him to Boca. Had to hit him with a brick to get him in the car.

Sweet guy. He your partner?

- You'd have to ask him that. - What can we help you with?

This is my son, Brandon. He's been staying with his dad, Howard.

We're separated. Howard hasn't let me see or talk to Brandon for three days.

It sounds like you should be talking to a lawyer about this. I have. Three of them.

They all say it'll take months to get him into court.

Howard just needs someone to knock some sense into him.

- I'm not sure... - It's not a problem.

- Anything else you need? - I just wanna see my son.

Everything will be fine. Right, Michael?

[ Horn Honks Twice ]

Excuse me.

You know my new girl?

She rebuilt this engine by herself.

I'm telling you, just put a nice, sturdy tool in that woman's hand...

I got it, Sam. Find out anything?

Yeah, I asked around about your lady detective.

Turns out you got a stalker with a badge.

I mean, she checked every self-storage place from here up to Fort Lauderdale.

She found surveillance video of you ducking into a place down by Homestead?

Not good. What you got there?

Some C-4 and detonators.

She's gonna own 'em soon 'cause she's workin' on a warrant.

There's a hearing in a couple of days, but you gotta get your stash out of there before then.

Are you coming, Michael?

Oh, Mike, uh, you know, since I'm helping you avoid felony charges,

I thought maybe there'd be a lunch in it for me.

[ Fiona ] Michael. Next time.

Geez. I got you, baby.

[ Engine Turns Off ] Typical.

Howard spends 80 hours a week at the office,

and he can't find an hour to take care of his yard.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Go ahead and take it. Just keep your eyes on the street.

It should be pretty straightforward.

- Yeah, Ma. - It's somebody's birthday today!

I thought you'd come over for a nice dinner with Sam and Fiona.

We're celebrating birthdays now?

We always did. Don't you remember sixth grade?

Your friend Billy Kane was there.

- It was his party, Mom. - Well, it's never too late.

All right. Where are we getting takeout from?

Who said anything about takeout?

- Howard! - So, you coming or not?

- I'll try. - Michael, I don't want to hear how you'll try.

I want you to promise. Fine.

I promise... I'll try. [ Beeps ]

Howard!

[ Engine Starts ]

You can stop now.

You can stop now!

[ Grunts, Groans ]

Howard. We just want to see your son.

Ah, you don't understand.

I'm sure whatever the issue is, you can work it out with your ex.

No! That's not what I mean. [ Panting ]

- He was kidnapped. - Of course he was.

Brandon didn't come home from school on Thursday.

I got a call. Uh, I don't know the guy's name.

- Is he asking for money? - No. I-I-I-I work at a diamond wholesaler.

He wanted information about an upcoming shipment.

Said not to contact the police, or I'd never...

see Brandon again.

- He's calling today with instructions. - How could you not tell me?

I didn't want you calling the police, Patricia. I was trying to protect Brandon!

That was not your decision to make! He's my son too!

Look, he just wants diamonds. I'm going to give them to him.

Howard, it's not that simple.

If this guy really wants to disappear, he has no incentive to return your son.

Brandon's old enough to identify him.

Whoa. Wh-Wh-What are you saying?

You know what he's saying, Howard.

They're not gonna bring us Brandon back alive! We should call the police.

No. No cops. He said he would kill him.

Enough. Michael and I will take care of him.

Without involving the cops.

But you can't be at each other's throats, okay?

When the kidnapper calls again, you're going to say...

you're not doing anything until you get proof that your son is alive and unhurt.

- Then you're gonna ask for a face-to-face meeting. - You think he'll come? I mean...

If he wants his diamonds, he will. If we're lucky, we'll follow him to where Brandon is.

Well, won't that be dangerous? It doesn't matter.

I'll do it. Whatever it takes to get Brandon back.

[ Boat Horn, Distant ]

I told Howard not to take that stupid job.

Sales manager! We were doing just fine as reps.

- You work together? - We did.

It was great till he took that promotion.

Long hours, travel, now this! [ Sighs ]

Well, I'm sure this was not part of the plan when he took the job.

He should have known the risk.

Patricia, I want you to try something.

It's a relaxation exercise I do in situations like this.

I want you to close your eyes...

and breathe deep. [ Inhales ]

Picture a peaceful mountain stream. Can you do that?

Now picture yourself drowning the kidnapper in the stream.

You're taking a rock from the stream...

and raising it above your head.

- Fi. - And with tremendous force, you're flinging...

Fi! We got something. He's passed by twice.

[ Michael Narrating ] Smart criminals have a variety of ways to find out...

if a meeting is under police surveillance.

- Some are more subtle than others. - Howard, right?

- Yeah. - I'm Santora.

Nice to meet you.

[ Grunting ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Throw a few punches,

and any cops in the area have to come running.

- God! Do something! - [ Michael ] He's testing us.

But he's gonna kill him! He's...

- Whoa. - Patricia. Patricia!

If you want your son back, you'll stay in the car.

You got any friends around here I should know about?

- [ Grunts ] - You tell anyone about our little arrangement?

- [ Groaning, Coughs ] - Look at me, Howard.

[ Michael Narrating ] Behavior in a combat situation is unpredictable.

Sometimes trained soldiers go screaming for the hills.

Sometimes guys who've never fired anything bigger than a cap gun...

turn out to have ice in their veins.

[ Panting ] Nobody knows.

Let me see my son.

Today's headline. Kid's fine.

Now, let's be clear. You're not calling the shots here.

You're not gonna make any more demands, and you're not gonna try anything cute.

If anyone touches me, if I'm a minute late checking in with my guys,

you never see the kid again.

Got it? Yeah.

Good. [ Grunts ]

That's just so you don't forget.

Now, let's talk about my diamonds.

[ Michael Narrating ] In the field, it's often your human instincts...

that jeopardize an operation.

Helping people is great, but there are times that impulse...

can get people killed.

Sometimes the right thing to do is let a guy bleed for a while.

Stay here.

[ Groaning ] He kept hitting me.

I didn't know what to do. You did everything right, Howard.

He said he wants the stones in 24 hours or Brandon dies.

That's not gonna happen.

How did we do?

Uh, not so great.

Santora didn't go near the kid.

He's hanging out at a bar, sipping mojitos.

Mike, this guy's not afraid to be seen.

But I thought you could follow him to where Brandon is. I thought...

He's smart. He's keeping the job compartmentalized.

Howard's at the hospital getting stitches. That was all for nothing?

Not nothing. We'll know when he moves. I got a buddy keeping an eye on him.

Why can't you just grab him and waterboard him or something?

Make him tell us where Brandon is!

You torture somebody, they'll tell you anything to make it stop.

No, there are better ways to get reliable information.

Sam, how do you feel about a little reverse interrogation?

- Never been a big fan, Mike. - What's reverse interrogation?

We used to do it during the Cold War.

You send one of your guys in to be interrogated to learn what the bad guys are worried about.

You play your cards right, their questions will tell you all about 'em.

You play your cards wrong... Have a little faith, Sam.

How long do you think it'll take?

Car, building, some cop lights. Couple hours?

All right. Call me when it's done.

We're gonna find your son.

This is a valuable lesson for you.

C-4 is meant to be used, not stored.

I'm serious.

All those times you told me to make the explosion smaller,

I shouldn't have listened to you, and Paxson wouldn't have anything to hang you with.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're concerned you might be walking into a police stakeout,

there are a number of things to look out for: parked cars or vans...

Hold on, Fi.

Workers that seem unusually preoccupied and curious kids.

No matter where you go in the world, little boys like candy, puppies and cops.

I think our detective friend had a surprise planned.

- Mr. Westen. - Detective Paxson and Detective Forget-Your-Name.

I was thinking about renting one of these storage units.

- You mind if I look at yours? - Storage unit?

Yes. Or you could give us the fake name you used when you rented it.

Or go ahead and clear it out. Don't let us stop you.

I think there's been a big misunderstanding.

I actually heard you were in the neighborhood, and I came by to see you.

Yeah, I wanted to give you some receipts,

give you a better idea of what I've been doing, where I've been going.

That one's for breakfast. Fi had a Spanish omelet.

- Egg whites only. - Thank you.

Well, if you get the urge to destroy any evidence, stop by.

We'll be waiting for you.

Was that flirting, or does she hate you? I am not her type.

[ Cell Phone Ringing, Beeps ]

- Yeah, Sam. - Hey, Mike. You ready to do this? I'm all set.

Seriously though, I think this is a little risky.

I'm on my way.

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When it comes to cover I.D.'s, impersonating a bad cop...

is much better than impersonating a good one.

An honest cop follows policies and procedures...

from the way he cuts his hair to the approach he takes when carrying out a traffic stop.

Pose as a good cop, and you have to go by the book.

Pose as a bad cop, and you can throw out that book and write your own.

Hi there. Detective Finley.

Wow. Nice seats. What is that, pearl leather?

Let me call my lawyer. He can tell you all about 'em.

[ Chuckles ] All right. Just relax.

I'm here unofficially.

Just think of this as... a business meeting.

You want to do a business meeting? How 'bout you make an appointment?

Okay. When's a good time to talk about someone who's trying to move in on one of your scores?

Just worked a drug bust.

Heard something that might interest you.

[ Michael Narrating ] In the criminal world, selling yourself as a colleague...

often means doing something illegal.

So while snorting lactose isn't pleasant...

[ Loud Snorting ]

it may put people's minds at ease. [ Coughs ]

Wow! Got this on the bust too.

Ninety percent pure. Mmm! Puts hair on your chest, I'll tell you that.

What's this you heard about a score?

Yeah, it was a coke buy down in Overtown.

Busted a guy I know, a junkie named Shep.

So he's trying to get me to lay off him 'cause he says he knows something...

about a plan to, uh, rip you off.

Some junkie told you this.

Yeah. He's a snitch. Hey, the guy's a mess, but his intel's usually good.

So why'd you bust him? I take him in every so often just to keep him in line.

So, listen. I'm taking him to the station.

For a couple of grand, you can question him first.

Interested?

He said something about a kid, if that means anything.

- A kid? - Yeah. He didn't say much more than that.

Man, I cannot get over this leather. It's hand tooled, right?

Where is this guy?

So, what you're saying is,

Michael's missing his own birthday party?

He's busy. Busy.

Busy being shot at, or busy getting blown up?

Doesn't he ever take a day off?

Ow! Damn it!

I mean, you know, a little consideration is all I'm asking.

I'm making an effort, so should he.

Well, he seems to be making progress.

Don't fool yourself, honey.

Loving Michael is always trench warfare.

Hmm.

You tell him to come to the party.

Busted a few raves here.

Don't worry. No one comes around now. The place is condemned.

It's where I do my, uh, freelance work.

So, the snitch is in there. You got my money?

Here you go. I'll take it from here.

Oh. Whoa. No, my friend. That's not how it works.

We question this guy together. [ Chuckles ]

No offense, but I don't like people knowing my business.

Yeah, no offense, but I don't care. Your business doesn't concern me.

What concerns me is nobody touches my prisoner but me.

I got my own way of asking questions.

Yeah, and I gotta explain every scratch on the guy when I take him down to the station.

So if you wanna come down with me, that's fine. Otherwise, we do this my way.

What about later? This guy Shep gets to mouth off?

[ Laughing ] Don't worry about that.

I got enough on this guy to send him to prison on the moon.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

[ Santora ] So nobody knows you got this guy here, huh?

[ Sam Laughs ] Don't get any ideas.

As far as my supervisor's concerned, I'm workin' on a case.

Officially, I'm in the middle of interviewing you,

so if anything happens to me, he knows who to come looking for.

[ Santora ] Let's do this.

So I don't know you, but I hear you know me...

and my business.

[ Michael Narrating ] Interrogation professionals don't ask questions directly.

They hide what they know and don't know.

Oh, you're a real prince, Finley. A real stand-up guy.

- After all I've done for you, this is what I get? - Nothin' personal.

Just business.

[ Michael Narrating ] Amateurs tend to ask for exactly what they want.

- Who told you about the kid? - It's like playing poker with your cards showing.

I think your buddy here wants to kiss me, Finley. Hey, I'm not that type.

[ Grunts ] Answer the question!

- Who told you? - A friend of a friend.

I didn't get his name. They didn't give me details. I didn't ask for 'em.

All right. Tell me about this job.

[ Sighs, Whimpers ] They needed help movin' a... a kid.

They wanted a place that they could stash him for a few days off the street.

I found it. Can I go now?

You can go when I find out...

what the hell is going on.

The guy who hired you... He say when they were plannin' this?

Oh, come on. You think they're gonna tell me when?

Yeah, right after they told me their vacation plans and their Social Security numbers.

I don't know.

You got a smart mouth. Maybe you should start using it to save your ass.

They told me to find a place...

where they could stash the kid...

for a few days.

Do you want me to say that slower?

Where'd you meet him?

Right. You think I'm stupid?

Yeah. I tell you that, you're gonna go tell 'em, and I'm gonna get killed.

You worry about that later. You got more immediate problems.

[ Grunts, Coughing ] All right. All right!

All right. It was a restaurant... a diner, I think.

[ Michael Narrating ] When people are desperate for information,

they start filling in the blanks, often without realizing it.

- [ Groaning ] - It's something fortunetellers rely on.

It works pretty much the same way for spies. [ Grunts ]

Think harder!

Although fortunetellers usually don't get smacked around as much.

[ Grunts ]

It was a diner.

It had burgers and fries.

The Seaside Diner? Was that it?

Off the causeway. Yes. Thank you.

I met the guy at the Seaside Diner.

What'd this guy look like?

Well, I don't know. He was a guy.

He was a white guy, maybe. White?

I'm just gonna go out in Miami and look for a white guy?

You're gonna have to do better than that.

No, all right! All right, all right! It was, it was...

The waitress knew him. She called him "Flowers."

They knew him there. And that's it.

That's-That's all I know.

[ Phone Beeping ]

Get over to the Seaside Diner now.

Ask around for a guy named Flowers.

[ Laughing ] Surprising how much a guy remembers...

when you help him out a little.

Listen. This is taking longer than I thought. I gotta make a call.

You two play nice.

Fi, get over to the Seaside Diner. It's off MacArthur Causeway.

Santora's sending a guy there. You might be able to tail him back to Brandon.

Just stay out of sight, all right?

Stay out of sight? You're seriously telling me that?

Well, it's nothin' personal. Things are just gettin' a little tense around here.

So you and your friends thought that you could rip me off. That right?

What was the plan with the kid?

I told you everything I know. I was supposed to get...

What was the plan?

I was paid a lousy 150 bucks for this job.

You think I don't wanna tell you? Put the knife away!

He's got a sharp knife! Get that knife out of my face!

Fi, just go now.

[ Shouts ] Fine.

You wanna... You wanna know the plan.

Yeah, I do. All right.

Well, you're never gonna know the plan with a knife...

because cuttin' me up ain't gonna turn me into a mind reader!

Whoa there, friend. [ Pistol Cocks ]

My prisoner, my rules, remember?

Now, you want me to lean on him... [ Chuckles ]

all you have to do is ask. [ Grunts ]

We clear?

Now put it away.

[ Exhales ]

We may have a lead on Brandon's location.

You're going to get him now? If things go according to plan.

I'll come with you. I can help.

Well, that's sweet and very brave, but you are gonna get yourself shot.

If that's what it takes to get our son back, I don't care.

Brandon is gonna need you alive.

Getting shot sounds noble until it actually happens to you.

Don't volunteer for it unless it's absolutely necessary.

Brandon's gonna be fine.

I know it.

You wanna do something for your son?

Don't forget this moment.

- Yeah. - And don't ever work together.

Not all couples can handle it.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Okay. So this Flowers. He show you where the kid is?

No, they drove me through the neighborhood, the route they were gonna take.

- I don't remember... - I've had enough of you don't remember.

[ Grunts ]

- No more warnings. - I've answered all your questions.

I want you to tell me, who is trying to rip me off?

And I want a house on Star Island...

filled with strippers and bikinis,

but wishing just doesn't make it so, man!

It's time to focus.

Now, listen. I assume there isn't a sign on the place...

that says, "The kid is here," so how would he know if he saw it?

Come on! You got guys with the kid? Maybe Shep saw them.

Yeah, I got two guys. Yeah, it could be.

I saw a couple of guys, but I didn't talk to 'em. I don't know their names.

Did you see the kid? No!

Okay, Santora. So calm down. He didn't see the kid. Maybe it's not the same place.

He didn't see him because the kid is in a shed behind the house!

Now, shut up and let me think.

[ Michael Narrating ] Searching for a concealed enemy who could be anywhere...

is a waste of time.

Yeah, it's Jimmy.

Nobody's heard of Flowers at the diner.

[ Michael Narrating ] Usually, your best bet is to stay put...

and give your enemy a reason to come to you. [ Alarm Beeps ]

What's going on? Is there something I should know about?

Don't worry about it.

Just get back to the house and watch the kid.

[ Michael Narrating ] To tail someone, you need both skill and instinct.

You need skill because the driving is tough.

You can't get too close, and you can't drift too far away.

You can't go too fast or too slow.

You need instinct...

because every turn, every lane change, every bridge...

raises the risk of being seen.

Anyone can be trained to follow a car,

but it takes good instincts to know when it's time to stop following.

[ Chimes ]

So I had one of my guys ask around.

No one at that restaurant ever heard of anyone named Flowers.

Why is that m-my fault? I mean, maybe he went to the wrong place.

He went to the diner, you lying son of a bitch.

Why would I lie to you?

That's it. I'm shutting this thing down before it gets any worse.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you work with someone long enough, you learn to trust them.

When things go bad, that trust is the difference between life and death.

-Of course, knowing that doesn't make it less terrifying... -[ Santora ] Hey, Jimmy.

To back a play you know nothing about.

We need to talk. Listen, um...

I know this guy Shep.

I mean, he's a pain in the ass, but his information is good.

Yeah? Because he told me some story about a guy who doesn't exist.

Maybe the guy does exist. He could be one of your own guys.

So, one more time.

This Flowers guy... What did he look like?

He has, uh, slicked-back hair.

He was a muscle guy.

He wears those muscle shirts, you know, to show off his arms.

That's the best I can do. That's all I got.

That's Flowers? You're sure?

Yeah. That's the guy who told me about the kid.

- [ Groans ] - Hey, hey, hey!

What is wrong with you?

That's my guy.

Like you said, my own guy is trying to steal from me.

What guy? His name's Jimmy.

The guy I sent to the diner to look for Flowers?

Turns out the son of a bitch is Flowers.

He's supposed to be watching the kid. Instead, he's planning to rip me off.

Okay, look. Things are a little hot right now.

You can call it off. [ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Let the kid go. Hell, just give him to me.

I'll tell his parents I found him wandering around.

It's too late for that. He saw my face.

It's over. I gotta clean this whole mess up.

- Whoa, whoa. What are you gonna do with that? - Listen.

You've been a stand-up guy. I appreciate that.

And I don't wanna cause you problems.

But that guy in there, Shep, he's gotta die.

Now.

[ Michael Narrating ] Every profession has occupational hazards.

Butchers cut themselves, house painters fall off ladders,

and operatives get asked to help kill their own people.

Hey, hey, hey! You watch it, friend.

I got unis checking on my interview. Back off.

This is my snitch. I gotta be able to explain what goes on.

My own guys are turnin' on me.

If he's part of it, he's gotta go. They all do.

I see. I'm just supposed to sit back and hope none of this blows back on me?

No way, pal! That's not how this goes down.

You got any ideas? I'm listening.

Yeah. Yeah, I say that, uh...

Dropped him off by the road.

I let him out 'cause he was sick from the dope.

I'll just tell 'em that-that he attacked me and he tried to escape.

- Wait. You? - Yeah. Don't you remember? He's my prisoner.

How am I gonna explain a suspect that's full of these random bullet holes?

We'll have the damn F.B.I. here. It's better this way.

Put a few rounds in his chest with my gun, but do it out by the road, understand?

Your gun? What the hell are you talkin' about?

Look, I gotta be able to sell this story to my department.

If I don't, they're comin' after me.

Trust me. It's better this way. Come on.

Come on.

All right. I'll go get Shep.

You get your guy on the phone.

Tell him to sit tight. I don't want this situation any worse than it already is.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groaning ]

You all right, Mike? Yeah.

You still pack a pretty good punch, Sam.

Yeah. Well, the good news is,

Santora's planning on going back to the kid.

Fi followed their guy.

They're holed up on an island off the causeway.

And the bad news?

Santora wants to kill you first. [ Groans ]

I convinced him to do it with my gun up on the side of the road.

Make it look like you were trying to get away. How far's the road?

Couple hundred yards. Guess it'll have to do.

Mike, if there was any other way... There isn't.

All right. When you get free, take his car, head to the causeway.

I'll get you the address.

Good luck, Mikey.

Hey! Let's take a walk.

Listen. Listen! You don't want to do this.

This... I could tell you more.

I could tell you about Flowers and the plan.

You don't want to do this.

I know plenty already. I mean, why shut this down?

There's money to be made here, man! I could help you.

We could split it 50-50! Oh, yeah?

[ Sobbing ] I don't want to die, man! Please!

Please, I'm begging you!

[ Grunts ]

[ Santora Shouting ]

[ Shouting Stops ]

- [ Coughs, Gasps ] - [ Car Alarm Chirps ]

[ Coughing ]

He got away!

What the hell you talking about? Where's my gun?

- He took it! - He's got my gun?

We gotta find him now!

Could he be going to meet up with Jimmy? I don't know! Maybe.

- And you told Jimmy to stay put with the kid? - Yeah.

Where's the house?

We don't have time for this! Where's the house?

Hibiscus Island. What address?

I gotta know. They got my gun!

Look, if I go down for this, so do you!

1313 Prospect Street. What are you doing? [ Beeping ]

They have a security office on the island.

I'll ask if they've seen him. [ Line Ringing ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ] Yeah, Sam.

Yeah, this is Officer Finley. Uh, Miami P.D.

I'd like to know if you've seen anyone go to 1313 Prospect Street.

Uh, there's someone going there right now. [ Beeps ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ] Fi. I got the address.

[ Tires Screeching ] [ Horn Honks ]

[ Rifle Cocks ]

[ Michael Narrating ] People underestimate the tactical importance...

of TV in urban warfare.

Guard duty's boring, and a ball game passes the time better...

than, say, looking for intruders.

More battles have been decided by pennant races...

than people imagine.

Brandon? We're gonna take you back to your mom and dad, okay?

Mm-hmm.

[ Tires Squealing ]

The junkie's here.

We do him and Jimmy first, then the kid.

Okay. You cut through the backyard. I'll cover you from the front?

Okay.

Have fun in there, you son of a bitch.

[ Male Announcer On TV, Indistinct ]

Look who's here. center field in the first inning.

- You thought you could steal from me? - What the hell are you saying?

Where's the kid? I said, where's the kid?

I don't know. He was just there.

I know what you did, Jimmy. I know you're Flowers. I know everything.

I don't know what you're talkin' about. Get that thing outta my face!

Put it down, now! What the hell are you talkin' about?

- You picked the wrong guy to double-cross! - Double-cross?

I've done everything you ever said! You sold me out to a junkie!

[ Michael Narrating ] It's always best to have business arguments unarmed.

When tempers are high and everyone's got a gun,

you never know what's going to set someone off.

[ Gunfire ]

[ Santora ] Jimmy. Jimmy, don't! [ Gunshot ]

I don't know what to say. You don't have to say anything.

Think about leaving Miami. You don't want to be around if Santora's friends come looking.

Oh, we weren't planning to be.

We've, uh, talked about making a fresh start... somewhere else... together.

Thank you... for everything.

You ready? [ Chuckles ]

A fresh start... together.

Kind of inspiring, don't you think?

I'd settle for staying out of jail.

Come on, Fi. We got a date...

with a storage unit.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When a front door is being watched,

your best option oftentimes is just to make a back door.

If you don't mind getting damp,

a water saw is a great tool for the job.

It will cut through the wall much more quietly than a metal saw...

and won't ignite anything flammable that happens to be lying around.

** [ Hip-hop On Speakers ]

[ Chattering, Squealing ]

Hey, Detective. Would you like to come in? I have some more receipts.

Cute. You know, I finally did get a look...

at that storage unit that didn't belong to you.

Find anything interesting?

Yeah. I found a hole in the back of the wall and a puddle of water inside.

Yeah, the heavy rains the other night... must have done some funny things.

This isn't over.

- Did you make this? - You like it?

I wanted this to be special, so I cooked.

It's good. [ Chuckles ]

[ Giggles ]

Happy birthday, Mike. Beer.

A five-pack. Thanks. Yeah. It's imported.

Supposed to be brewed by some monks in Belgium.

It's, uh... It's really good.

Or, you know, so I heard.

Would you like some? Yeah. Thanks.

[ Chuckles ] It's kind of pricey, but I figured only the best for you, Mike.

Would you like a bottle opener, Sam? Oh, no. I got one. Thanks.

Yeah. Never leave home without it.

Sam, you need a bottle opener. Why don't I show you where it is?

[ Sighs ] [ Sam ] Okay.

Sure.

All right, Madeline. Where's the bottle opener?

[ Clears Throat ]

It's a bayonet.

Used during the First World War for close fighting.

Fi. Thanks.

Well, someone once told me that caring for you is like trench warfare.

[ Whispering ] So I thought you should arm yourself.