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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.

** [ Dance ]

* It's my time Are you ready *

** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies aren't much
into nightclubs.

In a career where
hearing loss is a serious
operational concern...

and crowds of strangers
have to be constantly monitored,

they just don't seem like
much fun.

I'm just saying
you live above the club.
Aren't you curious?

You can hear the music through
the floor. Sam's got beer in
the fridge. Knock yourself out.

We're just back there.
It's not the same
when no one's watching.

Hi.

Uh, the line to
the club's out there.

I'm here for you.

- Excuse me?
- Excuse me.

This is for you.

It's rejuvenating body lotion.

A gift from a friend.

I can apply it if you'd like.

That won't be necessary.

Who's this friend
giving you rejuvenating
body lotion?

He's not a friend.
He's a recruiter.

Oh, Strickler.

I can apply it if you want.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Training a covert operative...

takes years
and costs a lot of money.

In theory,
it's all for the taxpayers
who paid the bills.

In practice,
it's worth a lot
on the open market.

And when something's
that valuable,

there's always someone
trying to sell it.

Oh. You didn't like
the lotion.

It's organic.
The best money can buy.

You know, I'm all set
with lotion right now.
It's like I told you before.

I'm not interested
in your money.
This isn't about money.

Did you even look at the lotion?
It's 40% aloe vera.
They say it's great for burns.

Want a mimosa?

So, uh, it's all about
the burn notice with you,
isn't it?

Well, I might be able
to help out with that.
How's that? With moisturizer?

[ Chuckles ]

Remember that N.S.A.
logistics guy,

got caught up in
the Panamanian banking scandal
a couple years back?

Rings a bell.
It should have
ended his career.

But he had a second chance,
'cause of a conversation
he had...

with the right person
on a ski lift in Aspen.

I know, 'cause I was there.

If we were working together,
I'd be there for you too.

As your mercenary?
No, I'm not interested.

As a friend.

Friends do each other favors.

Listen, Michael. We all know
what's at the top
of your Christmas list.

Work with me,
I can deliver that list
to Santa himself.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies hate drop-in visits.

Any questionable contact
has to be reported to superiors,

a process that involves
hours of paperwork
and uncomfortable questions.

If you're
a questionable contact,
that gives you some leverage.

If you know
where a spy operates...

Even a guy running a lowly
import-export cover business...

- Diego.
- you can make
someone's life miserable.

- What are you doing here?
- What? I can't just drop by...

and say hi to my favorite
"point of contact"?

I thought it was clear
last time we spoke,

if anyone from the intelligence
community has anything to share,
I'll call you.

I know, I know, I know.
I need a favor.

- I'm already doing you a favor
by not calling the police.
- Another favor then.

There's a name
I need you to check out.
Tom Strickler.

He offered to help out
with this whole
burn notice thing.

I need you to find out
if he's a guy who can
make things happen.

Maybe you should google him.

- Or go find someone
who cares.
- Oops.

See, now you have to care.
I let the local
Homeland Security office...

know that I was dropping by
and leaving that document there.

I'll check in later.

You don't even know this
Strickler. What makes you think
he has this kind of clout?

Well, that's what I need to
figure out. Could we talk
about something else?

No. I'm cooking at my place.
I get to choose
the topic of conversation.

You seriously think he's gonna
wave his magic spy wand
and get you back in?

It's a little more complicated
than that, Fi.
Well, in my experience,

if something seems too good
to be true, it's best
to shoot it, just in case.

One way or another,
I need to check him out.

If he's half as connected
as he claims, I need to know.

You're not actually
considering his offer.
Michael, the guy is sleazier...

Fi.
Don't change the subject.
I want to...

[ Michael ]
Were you expecting a guest?

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you want to stay alive,

you have to recognize
the signs of a break-in.

The most skilled operative
in the world won't last long...

if he walks into an ambush
carrying a box of cereal.

When a target is cornered,
the best strategy is to flush
them into a choke point...

where they have two options:
surrender or be shot.

Drop it.

Of course, if your target
turns out to be 13 years old,

carrying a dismantled pistol,
it changes the tactical response
somewhat.

Hey. Hey. All right.

Whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Look, man. I'm sorry.
I was just gonna borrow it.
I swear.

You borrow a cup of sugar. You
don't borrow a gun. Sorry. I'm
gonna have to call your parents.

- You don't understand, man.
I have to...
- You have to what?

- Look. Just...
Just let me go, man.
- I will, when you answer me.

I... I have to kill my stepdad.

You're gonna have to
tell us your mom's name
at some point,

unless you plan on living here.
I don't recommend it.

I can only cook a few things,

and the air-conditioning's iffy.

Tell you what. Why don't
we start with what's going on.

[ Sighs ]
Look. You wouldn't understand.

You want to shoot your stepdad.

I'm guessing he did
more than make you
go to bed early.

He's trying to take
me and my brother
away from our mother,

and nobody's helping.

You know, she's done
everything she could.

I saw her taking gun oil
and cleaning stuff out of her
car. I figured she had a gun.

You thought you'd take care
of the problem yourself.

Even if you could reassemble
a Colt M1911 and fire it, what
happens after you shoot him?

Did you have a plan to dispose
of the body? You're not
thinking.

Fi. I'll make you a deal.

You tell us who your mom is,
and we'll see if we can
help you.

All right?

[ Clears Throat ]
So, Mikey,

we're doing
domestic disputes now?

Is that a good idea? I mean,

isn't this more of, like,
a counselor type thing?

This sounds
a little more serious.

Yeah, but aren't you
supposed to be checking out
this Strickler guy?

You got bigger fish to fry.
I told the kid I would help.

You want to sit this one out,
you can.
No. No, no. I get it.

Little kid, abusive dad.
Kind of hits home.

So I'll give you that one.

But when the time comes to
rescue a bunch of rich women...

trapped in a brewery,
you better step up.

So she's in there with Fiona?

Yeah. The idea was
that she'd feel more comfortable
talking to a woman.

I'm not sure if Fi counts, Mike.

I appreciate the offer,
but there's nothing you can do.

The custody hearing's in a week.

Erik's taking the son we had
together, Danny, and Joey,
too, to punish me for leaving.

- Why do you think
he'll get custody?
- 'Cause Erik's connected.

- What does he do?
- He's a businessman.

He's into politics too.
Boards, commissions.
Mostly around the Port of Miami.

That all there is to it?

Well, his brother Quinn's
a gangster.

Smuggling mostly.

The only reason Erik
married me and had Danny...

was because Quinn wanted him
to look more respectable.

And then a few months
after we were married,
he turned violent.

Didn't you call the police?

Yeah. A few times.
So he-he got smarter...

about how he did things,
and he...
he stopped leaving marks.

But when he started
on the kids, I left.

And I have spent every dime
I have fighting for custody.

And...

I guess Joey tried to help.

I'm sorry. I-I think that...
I think I'm wasting your time.

Where can we find him?

Seriously, what can you do
that the police can't?

You'd be surprised.

So, Mikey, I asked around.

Stuffed shirt over there
is Erik Luna.

He's on every local political
board with an extra chair.

He's a big deal down at
the docks. I guess he even
owns part of this golf club.

He's a sorry excuse for a man,
but he's got a lot of friends.

[ Man ]
Nice shot.
Whoo!

I like that.
How about that?

How about that?
Good job, Erik.

The guy that worries me,
though... he's at the bar.

Gray suit.
That's his brother Quinn.

He built this little empire.
He does all the heavy lifting.
But none of it means anything...

without Erik's pretty face
and clean record.

So, he's a little protective.

- The guy behind the guy.
- [ Sam ]
You got it.

Cheers.

Mike, I don't know.
This is a tough one.

Between Erik's connections
and Quinn's muscle, these guys
are damn near untouchable.

We'll have to drive his
happy little family apart.

You up for it?
Absolutely.

He's smackin'
his wife and kids around.

I'll plant a five iron
in his freakin' skull
if it'll help.

Is it really okay
staying with you?

It's just so sudden.
It's more than okay.

Honest. I heard the situation,
and I insisted. And don't you
feel bad. All right?

You are doing what's necessary
for your family. Trust me,
honey. I've been there.

It just seems so crazy.
I mean, do you really think
they can do anything?

For two little boys
who are being knocked around
by their father,

Michael would take on
the Chinese army, honey.

April.
Let's go, kids.

Michael and Sam checked out
Erik and his brother.

Did he and Quinn have
any issues?

Something they disagreed about?
Something he hid? Anything we
can use to drive them apart.

Well, there were things, but...

April, if we're gonna
solve your problem,
you need to work with us.

Okay. Erik has a side business,
and when I found out,
he was furious.

He said he'd kill me
if I told his brother.
Good. We can use this.

There aren't any records.
If you go to the police,

he's just gonna get...
It's not for the police.

We need to give Erik
a good reason to skip town
and miss the custody hearing.

But we need to keep Quinn on the
sidelines. Erik'll never know.
Just tell me about the business.

Well, I gotta say.
Erik Luna's got
a nice little scam going.

The best that I can tell,
he takes stuff that gets seized
at the docks,

sells it
and pockets the profits.

Luxury cars mostly.
He pulls them from holding
before they get processed,

so there's no paper trail,
and, of course,
every transaction is anonymous.

So if I showed up
as an unsatisfied customer...

- Oh, he'd never know
the difference. Hey, Joey.
- Uh, can I talk to you?

- Sure.
- Uh, Mike,

I'm gonna go put together
a name and a game for ya.

[ Sighs ]
So, what are you doing?

I'm turning a cell phone
into a listening device so I can
keep tabs on your stepdad.

How do you learn
to do this stuff?

Uh, a sort of...
special school.

Hard to explain.

You want to give me a hand?

Sure.
You see that...
See that wire?

I want you to take these
and hold it...

right there.
All righty.

I... I think my mom is starting
to get her hopes up.

Don't worry.
We're not gonna
let her down.

[ Sighs ]
So you really think
you can make this guy run?

I know I can.
It's gonna be my pleasure.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're undercover,
you often fight your emotions.

If the operation demands
you be a target's best friend...
Excuse me. Sir.

You do it,
no matter what you're feeling.

Excuse me. Sir.

But there are times
emotions can help
sell a cover I.D.

If hitting a guy
reinforces your cover...

- Can I help you?
- You give it all you got.

Erik Luna,
you are a hard man to find.
You know that?

- Who the hell are you?
- I bought a car from you...

A car which
nearly got me killed.

Is everything okay, Mr. Luna?

Yes. I'm fine.
You want to try
knocking next time?

Just... Just close the door.

- What are you talking about?
Who are you?
- The name's Peter.

I bought a Lotus from you
a while back.

One day, it disappears,

replaced by a note
which informed me
that I'm a dead man.

I go home, my house is torched.

Next day, I'm nearly
killed in a drive-by,

all of which made me curious
to know where the hell
did you get that car from?

That was an anonymous sale.
You're not even supposed
to be here.

Let's just say
I was motivated to find you.

Well, that was a mistake.
You need to leave.

I'm trying to stay
a step ahead of a death squad.

- I need my money back.
- Even if I wanted to
give you that money,

you think I carry
that kind of cash around?

Didn't anyone ever tell you
the customer is always right?

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

You've got one day.
And you better watch out,

because if they're after me,
you can be damn sure
they're after you.

I got a call
from Erik this morning,
and he was yelling.

It's natural
for him to be upset.

He has a problem.
For once, he can't run to
his big brother.

Do you really think
he's gonna leave town
before the custody hearing?

Oh, he will,
'cause if he doesn't, I'm gonna
take a claw hammer to his...

Um, yes. I think he'll leave.

It's just that on the phone,
he... he sounded more angry
than scared.

Well, that's about to change.

[ Michael Narrating ]
99% of controlling
someone's behavior...

is controlling
their environment.

All the conversations
in the world won't have
the same impact...

as turning off the right light
at the right time.

If you want to kill
a streetlight without
the mess and inconvenience...

of breaking into the pole
with a cutting torch,

you need to access
the circuit breaker.

Connect lines from
the breakers to an exposed
cell phone wire,

and with a quick call,
you can short the circuits.

A similar trick
can be used to temporarily
disable a car.

It doesn't take much
to trip a few electronic
safety mechanisms...

and make a vehicle
impossible to start.

If you want to make sure
you're the only one
making calls,

a hundred-dollar cell phone
jammer will block all signals
in a one-block radius.

You have no idea how painful
it was to be under that car
and not wire it to explode.

If Erik's car blows up a week
before his custody hearing,

there'll be a lot of
eyes on April.

We need him running,
not bleeding.
Well, technically,

you can run and bleed.

Hey, gang.
We got firearms,
and we got snacks.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you want to create fear,
it's best to keep it simple.

The same things people
are afraid of as kids...

scare them when they're adults.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Electricity Crackles ]

Fear of the dark, for example.

[ Beeps ]

[ Engine Sputters ]

- Fear of being alone.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]
What the hell?

And above all,
fear of the unknown.

[ Engine Revs ]

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

[ Whimpers ]

Okay. I'm gonna go
collect the toys.

[ Rings ]
Yeah. This is Pete.

It's Erik Luna.
We need to talk.

Damn right we do.

[ Man ]
* Yeah *

No, no, no, no, no. That bitch
can get the kids one weekend
a month and one holiday a year.

- That's it. I don't ca...
- Here you go, sir.

You're the lawyer. Just figure
it out. If she doesn't sign,
she'll never see those brats.

I got enough stuff to deal with.
Just do the paperwork
and force it down her throat.

- [ Beeps ]
- You got my money?

No. I, uh...
What did I say?
Was I unclear?

Hey. Whoever tried to kill you
came after me too.
Didn't I tell you?

Now stop playing games. I need
my money to get out of town.
Look. Pete.

I can't give you the money.
But I am gonna help you.

We're gonna help each other.
We're gonna find out
who did this.

Are you crazy?
Find him how?

We take what you know,
we put it with what I know,
and we track him down.

There is no "we."
You want to stay, you want
to die, fine. I'm out of here.

Hey. Wait. No, no. You can't
go anywhere. Look. I had
no problem till you showed up.

I showed up
because you sold me a car
that belonged to a psychopath.

That's my point, okay?
We are in this together.

We'll fix this together.
We will fix this
when we disappear.

We're not running.
No. I-I got stuff
to answer to here.

I got a life here.

You'll get your money
when we figure out
the problem.

Hey, Mikey.
How'd it go?

He's scared
but not ready to run yet.

He wants to team up,
see who's after him.

Well, I guess we're gonna
have to make him
regret that decision.

Yeah, we'll let him
stew for the night.

I want to see what
Diego's doing with the name
Tom Strickler.

Oh, yeah. Listen. By the way,
I got ahold of my buddy
who works for the phone company.

He's gonna pull his cherry
picker in front of the hangar
and take a two-hour lunch.

- That's all I need.
- [ Chuckles ]

And that's all I need.

[ Michael Narrating ]
With today's
powerful encryption,

it's usually
a waste of time trying to
decipher coded communication.

Tap the data stream
of even a low-level spy,

and you're just going to get
incomprehensible garbage.
[ Engine Starts ]

Just because it's garbage,
doesn't mean
it's worthless though.

A network analyzer
can tell you...

how much information
someone's accessing
and how encoded it is.

If someone starts using
heavy-duty crypto...

and changing
their security protocol,

you know you've touched a nerve.

And sometimes that's enough
to tell you
what you need to know.

[ Rings ]
Yeah, Pete.
It's Erik.

They're here.
They're outside
my office.

What are you talking about?
Who's there?

I saw the same blue car
drive by the club,
like, three times.

- I think it's the people
who took a shot at me.
- Blue car?

- What kind?
- I don't know. Like a...

A Plymouth or a Chevy
or something.
You stay inside.

You stay there.
You don't move
until I get there.

[ Beeping, Line Rings ]

Michael, I was just
gonna call you.
Erik attacked April at work.

Mom, where's Joey?
Joey?

Uh, he-he went out back.
He's very upset, Michael.

Look out into the garage.
Did he take your car?
I need to know right now.

- It's gone.
- [ Engine Starts ]

What? You think Joey
took the car?

Let's hope that's all he took.

Put it down.
Put it down.

Stop right there
and back up. Back up.

- This is a mistake.
- The mistake was
letting you help, okay?

You only made it worse.

Erik went after your mother
because he's scared.
What we're doing is working.

You just need to
give it a little more time.

- Look. We don't have time.
- [ Shotgun Cocks ]

Joey.
Before my dad died,

he made me promise that
I would protect my mother,
and I'm not gonna let him down.

- This is not what he meant.
- You didn't know my father!

No, but I know that shotgun.
You know it's just loaded
with bird shot?

It's got a range
of about 14 feet.

The only damage you're gonna do
to Erik from here...
make his ears hurt.

And you see that plug right
there? That means it can only
get off two shots at a time.

Let go!

You see your mom hurt,
and you want to help.
I get it. Joey.

But not like this.

Listen to me. Right now,

Erik Luna is sitting
in that parking lot,
about to wet himself.

Do you want to help me
put him over the edge?

All right. Get back in my mom's
car and drive out of here
as fast as you can.

Burn some rubber. Make some
noise. And then I want you
to meet me over on Fifth Street.

Can you do that?
Yeah.

Hey. Don't get caught.
All right?

I don't want to have to explain
why I let a 13-year-old
drive a car. Now go.

[ Tires Squeal ]
[ Gasps ]

Did you see it?
They just came...
[ Groans ]

You idiot.
Running around here
with that hand cannon.

- You scared 'em off.
That was our one chance.
- I can't take this anymore.

- It's too much.
- I'm with you. Let's get out
of town until it blows over.

- That's not an option.
- That is the only option.
- No. I'll get us some help.

- What? You're gonna go
to your brother?
- What? No. What, are you crazy?

I'm not asking him.
He is not getting involved.
I'll-I'll ask around.

What, are you gonna ask
some knucklehead off the street
to fix this? No.

If we're gonna do this,
we're gonna do it right.

- I know some people.
- [ Tires Squeal ]

Oh, man!
That's Quinn's car.

Uh, I gotta go.

I don't care the cost.
Make the call.

Hey. Move over.

You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.

Look. I'm sorry.
I... I just got...

- We'll talk about it later.
- [ Cell Phone Beeping ]

Wait. Who are you calling?
Remember that bug
that you helped me make?

Well, now we're gonna
do some listening.

Quinn, let me...
let me just explain.
Councilman Ryan's wife...

saw you run through
the parking lot with a gun.

And this guy is itching
for any excuse to back out
of our deal.

And you do something
so stupid...

Let me just tell you
what really happened.
I was taking the gun to my car.

It slipped, okay?
I-I-I... I picked it up.

Erik, are you using again?
What? No.

God, no.

We got a good thing going here.

Yeah.
Right.

I don't mind doing
the dirty work...

while you golf
with your fancy
little friends,

as long as you keep
your nose clean.

You fall apart, Erik,
and I swear to God...

No, Quinn. Just... I swear.

I'm fine.

Really?

You better be.

'Cause if you're not...

Get yourself cleaned up.

Get the door.

And, Erik, no more episodes.

[ Door Closes ]

That's awesome.
He's totally freaking out.

I told you it was gonna work.
But you gotta promise me,
from now on,

you will stay at my mom's
until we're done.

I... I promise.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you push someone
to the point of desperation,

there's always a chance
they'll go looking for help,

which could be a problem,

unless you're the one
providing the help.

Mr. Carson?

And you are, uh, Mr. Luna?

Yeah. Who are you?

Peace of mind, Mr. Luna.
That's what you're
looking for, isn't it?

We need this done
as quickly as possible.

- So you think you can
find this guy?
- I'm sure we can.

Mr. Carson filled us in
on everything, including
yesterday's incident.

- Nothing we can't handle.
- So, uh, how much we talking?

Forty to start, 40 to finish.

What? That-That's crazy.

Fifty total.
That's as high as I go.

Sweet dreams, gentlemen.

Wait. Wait. Fine.

I want to be there
when you take him out.

I want to see his face.
Naturally. We'll be in touch
when we find him.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Groans ]

You're negotiating?
What do you think,
you're buying a used car?

If they walked away, what were
you gonna do? If this doesn't
work, we got two options:

run or die.

[ Groans ]

Oh, man. I thought that guy
was gonna blow the deal there.

I was walking back to the car
as slow as I could.
It worked.

I made it clear.
If the expert assassins fail,
he better head for the hills.

And fail we will.
And I got a perfect spot
for it down in Hallandale.

Buddy of mine
was a navy chaplain.

Then he started
a homeless outreach program.

But he's in Guatemala now,
so we got the place
free and clear.

Then let's finish this.
The sooner April and her boys...

don't have to worry
about Luna, the better.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you want the appearance
of a gunshot...

without actually dying,

you need to create
a high-powered burst of blood.

A bottle cap packed with
a bit of plastique explosive
does the trick nicely.

Rig a few remote charges
to create the sound
of a firearm,

and you've got
everything you need.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Gunshot ]

Whoa.
[ Chuckles ]
Looks like we're good to go.

[ Beeping ]

Yes. Mr. Luna. I believe
we've found the person
that's been trying to kill you.

** [ Latin ]

- [ Chattering ]
- [ Bell Rings ]

- [ Fiona ]
Morning.
- So, where is he?

He's in there.
We scouted last night.

Looks like we got your shooter
plus two support guys.

How'd you find him so fast?
The car you sold...

to Mr. Carson
could only have come
from two factories in Italy.

That led us to the name
of the original buyer...

Some guy named Chuck Finley,
if that means anything to you.

The blue car you saw...
stolen from this neighborhood
a few days back.

And that place
was rented a week ago,
in cash, by Mr. Chuck Finley.

I told you these guys were good.

So, we will hit them
around the back,
through the alley. Easy peasy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Getting a target
to do what you want...

requires a delicate touch.

Sometimes you're a bully,
and sometimes you're a friend.

You two wait here.

You come in after
to confirm the kill.

We'll all be at the beach
before noon.

Don't look so nervous, boys.
They're sitting ducks in there.

It'll be over in seconds.
[ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
You have to know when to give
the target help and comfort...

and when to take it away.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]
Whoa!

Get back!

Where are they?

Where are they?

[ Gunshot ]

Run!

** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Sighs ]

- [ Fiona ]
Nice fall, Shakespeare.
- Oh, you should talk.

You look like you got shot
by a bow and arrow.

You don't know what
you're talking about.
A nine-mil at this range?

Guys, guys, guys,
the point is
I'm pretty sure Erik...

is planning on missing
his next custody hearing.

Let's clean up
and get out of here.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you work as a spy,
follow-through is crucial.

Even the best-executed plan
can fall apart.
Damn it, zip!

You don't score
if you spike the ball
before you're in the end zone.

Quinn.
What are you doing?

I have to go.
Someone's trying to kill me.

I have to
get out of town.
What? Who?

I don't know. I don't know.
I've never seen him.
I can't stop him.

What are you talking about?
You're not leaving town.

[ Erik ] You don't understand.
I understand you're acting
like a lunatic.

What makes you think that
somebody's trying to kill you?
I don't think. I know!

Hey, hey.
Our business depends on you.
You don't get to leave town.

But I saw three people
killed this morning!
Three people?

Where?
In Hallandale.

Listen to me!
Now, you pull it together.

We're gonna get
my guys down here,

and we're gonna find out
what the hell
you are talkin' about.

All right?
Okay.

[ Beeping ]

- [ Michael ]
What's up, Sam?
- We got a problem.

Quinn got to Erik
before he could run. They're
headed back to Hallandale.

- Not good.
- I know. We gotta
do something now.

- Hang on, Fi.
- [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Horn Honks ]

[ Michael ]
How much time do we have?

With drive time, about
a half an hour. Why? What are
you thinking? Got an idea?

Remember Moscow, '99,
Colonel Prokov, the one
with the drinking problem?

Wait. You want to
pull that here?

Mike, that took, like,
weeks of prep. To do that
in a half an hour...

Not much choice, Sam.
[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a plan goes wrong,
you have two basic options.

The first is to accept failure
and abort the mission.

That works best when you have
the resources and time to remove
personnel from the field.

When you don't have
resources and time,
you're left with option two:

get back in there
and salvage the situation
any way you can.

I'm all for a gunfight, Michael,
but this could be suicide.

She's right, Mike.
If it doesn't work,

you're gonna be here alone
with Quinn's guys
and all their guns.

Guess it'll have to work then.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a long tradition
in spy craft...

of making enemy assets
appear unreliable.

Make a loyal operative
look like a traitor,
for example,

and if you're lucky,
your enemies
take him out for you.

Better than making
an enemy look disloyal
is making him look insane.

It takes some doing,
but when you pull it off,

it's more devastating
than a bullet.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

They were right there.

There's nothing here, Quinn.
No blood. No shells. Nothin'.

- Are you sure this is the spot?
- They must have moved
the bodies.

- Moved the bodies
and cleaned up the blood?
- It's like before the drive-by.

- Drive-by?
- Yeah, yeah. At the club.
They-They...

They turned off all the lights,
and then my phone wouldn't work,

the car doesn't start,
then everything goes
right back on.

All right.
I wanted to tell you, Quinn,
but I couldn't.

You gotta believe me!

- You're making it
real hard, Erik.
- They're here. They're here!

They're right up the block.

Show me.

They're, uh, uh, right in there.

No, we, uh... we shouldn't.
What if they're in there?

If they're in there,
we'll be fine.

[ Bell Jingles ]

May I help you?

You. I saw... I saw...

I saw you die.

Oh, no.
Erik, has it gotten worse?

Wait. You know my brother?

You must be Quinn.
He's talked about you.

I'm Father Peter,
Our Lady of Grace Charity.

No, no. That's...
Quinn, that-that's not...

That's Pete,
but he's one of them.
Shut up for a second.

- I saw him killed!
- I do outreach
for the homeless.

I saw Erik on the street
one night in a... in a daze.

- I tried to help him...
- No, he's lying, Quinn.

I said shut your mouth!

Don't be too hard on him.
Has he been talking about
the killers?

You... You said
there were killers.

He sees assassins everywhere,

and now he claims...

to be hiring killers
of his own to go after
the other killers.

- I've tried to help him.
- You're a liar!

Get off!
It's all right, Erik.

Your mind is sick.
I know your pain.

- You're gonna get me killed!
- Enough! Get off! Get him out!

- You're gonna get me killed.
- [ Quinn ]
Outside. Outside!

It's not Erik's fault.
He needs help and care.

He's lying to you, Quinn.
Come on! You-You-You...

Enough!
Come on! You gotta
believe me! I'm not...

That's him!

- He's one of the killers too!
- Him?

They're in this together!
That guy?

- He sells pineapple, Erik.
- She's one of them too! Look!

She's one of them.
Please. Come on.
Just tell them. Please!

- Will you tell them, please?
- Get up. Get up.

No.
Get him in the car now!

- Now!
- I'm not goin' in the car. No.

I am so sorry.

He's lucky to have you
for a brother.

He... He just winked! He...

Inside!
You're not a priest!

[ Tires Squeal ]

It's official.
With Erik locked up
in a mental facility,

the judge had to give me
full custody.

We're gonna stay with
my cousin for a few months
until we can get back on track.

Well, this might help.
It was Erik's.
$40,000.

I... I don't know
how to thank you.

You saved our lives.

Gonna be all right?

I... I don't know. I guess.

Think my mom thinks
I'm some sort of delinquent.

I knew a kid once
who had it rough
growing up...

Almost as bad as you.

What happened to him?

He got a job doing
a lot of the same stuff...

that got him into trouble
when he was a kid.

He, uh... He turned out
all right.

So you're saying
I should eat a lot of yogurt?

Can't hurt.

Well, it sounds like
losing Erik put a big dent
in Quinn Luna's business.

The cops are looking into him.

Better than he deserves.
Mmm.

Mike, you've been quiet all day.

Want a beer? Mike? Beer?

Come on. It's low calorie,
if that makes a difference.

What? I'm watching
my weight.
I should go.

I need to follow up
on that Strickler business.

Want some company?

No, it's just this
in and out thing. I'll be fine.

Have fun.

Looks like he won't be
needing this.

[ Sighs ]

Put it down.
You know, Michael,

spying on a government employee
with top secret clearance...

is a serious crime.

If asking nicely worked,
I wouldn't have to. So,

find out anything
about Strickler?

Care to share?

Thanks to you
dropping that name,
I've spent the last four days...

dealing with
reporting procedures...

for six different U.S.
intelligence outfits, including
one I didn't know existed.

That's in between the calls,
e-mails, meetings.

Wow. Find out anything good?

One more question
and you go from being
the burned spy I hate...

to the anonymous burglar I shot.

I've got a career
to think about here.

I just needed to know
how connected Strickler is.

I'm pretty sure
you just answered
my question.

You know your champagnes,
Michael?

Bollinger blanc de noir.
It's my "new friend"
champagne.

Don't pop the cork just yet.

Okay. Well, we both know
you checked my references,

and we both know that
I have the access you need.

Really, the only question is
whether we can figure out...

a mutually beneficial
relationship.

I help you, you help me.
So, what do you say we make this
a take it or leave it moment?

I'm not sure
what I'd be taking.
A job, for starters.

You're perfect for it.
Say yes, and I start
the ball rolling today,

and you're on your way back
to being a respectable
citizen again.

Say no, you never
hear from me again.

- What's the job?
- I can't give you
the details just yet,

but it won't offend
your sensibilities.
Trust me.

So? In or out?

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy,

you often have to
do things you don't like
for people you don't trust.

You don't always get to choose
who you do business with.

When the devil himself
is offering the thing
you want most,

sometimes you dance
with the devil.

I'm in.