All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S03E13.Enemies.Closer.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-DON_track4_[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:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's dangerous
to say no to a spy.

In a business
where motives are questionable
and loyalty is skin deep,

declining the wrong request
can earn you
a trip to the morgue.

So if you're asked
to soak in a Jacuzzi
by a black ops sociopath...

who's paranoid about
listening devices,

you pick out
your favorite trunks
and wade in.

Come on in, Michael.
The water's warm.

** [ Pop ]
[ Woman ]
* I've got a little secret too *

* I've got a mad little crush
on you *

Ooh.
Hot, hot, hot.

Am I being punished?
Not at all.

I just thought we could use a
spot where we could talk freely
about our future together.

I like you, you know,
like a friend, but...

You're cute,
but don't interrupt.

My mood's been a bit dodgy since
you failed to steal that file
I wanted from the Chileans.

See, I wouldn't say I failed
as much as your plan failed.

As long as you don't
partner me up again, you'll
get your file soon enough.

I won't. I've learned
the file's been destroyed.

And I confess my first thought
was to kill you
and take my leave.

But, no, we must keep calm
and carry on.
Thanks?

I think I've sussed out a way to
get the information that I need.

I'll leave the details
to you this time,
but the gist is this.

You're to steal flight data
for every private plane
flying in and out of Miami...

for the next six weeks.

What are you doing?
Me?

I'm offering you a job.
You do it, you get paid money.
That's all you need to know.

Listen, I don't like
prison food.

Operations that have to do
with flight traffic...
extremely risky.

I'd need to know more
before I commit.

And I am telling you
that simply cannot be.

This is another moment
of truth, Michael.

Do we have
a future together or not?

Double my fee.

Price of ignorance?
Price of privacy.

Fair enough.

Can I get out now?

I pushed as hard
as I could, Sam.
He's not talking.

[ Sam ]
Well, to be fair,
the guy's a scheming psychopath.

Keeping their cards
close to the vest
is what they do.

You may have to
stay in the game longer
to find out what he's holding.

I may lose my seat at the table
if I don't come up with 6 weeks
worth of private flight records.

We could try the F.A.A.,
the D.E.A.

I was thinking
the Coast Guard.
Oh, the navy's little sister.

That's a good choice.
How are you gonna get in?

Oh, don't give me that look.

They hire ex-SEALs
all the time for
Homeland Security checkups.

You could get one of
your buddies to hire you on
for a temp gig.

You could get in and out,
no questions asked.

Oh, Jesus, Mike.
But the thing about buddies
is that they're your buddies.

You can't make 'em
unwitting accomplices
to a felony.

Do you have an alternative
with a lower risk
of somebody being killed?

[ Groans ]
Sam, I'm really asking.

I don't want to do this
any more than you do.

All right, brother.
I'll do it, but I'm getting
an itchy feeling.

Are you sure
that's from a moral dilemma?
Oh, that's not nice.

[ Michael ]
Dead bolt
was cut with a blowtorch.

Probably didn't break in
to steal your blender.
[ Pistol Cocks ]

[ Sunglasses Clatter ]

Hey, pal.
Sorry about the mess.

[ Laughs ]

- Larry, what the hell
are you doing here?
- Nice to see you too, Michael.

And, Sam, I also see you.

Seriously, pal. We do
20 missions on three continents
and this is how you greet me?

Well, that was before
you faked your own death
and came back without a soul.

Ouch.
Little harsh, huh?

Uh, you do kill people
for money, Larry.

Last time we said good-bye,
I was staring at you
through a sniper scope.

What made you think I ever
wanted to see you again?

Come on.
Now, don't be like that.

Look, I am not here to kill you.

He was.
I saved your life.

- All right, talk.
- I'll explain everything
after we get rid of this body.

I've been looking around
this place trying to find
something to stuff him in...

so we can carry him out
without spooking your neighbors.

How attached are you
to that couch?

[ Grunts ]
Would you look at that?

Three to the chest.
He didn't even get a shot off.

[ Chuckles ]
I just get better with age.
Uh, Mikey.

That's a Santa Muerte tattoo.
Six tears. The guy's a pro
with half a dozen kills.

Pro? That's kind of generous.
Six is a promising start,
I guess.

Larry, why is a hit man
in my apartment?

Well, I think that Juan Doe here
would've preferred
the term "sicario."

A cartel wants me dead?

Not exactly. So far it's only
the guy who runs their
cash processing center.

Carlos...
He sent this fellow.

And he wants his money back
so he won't have to
tell his bosses.

- You robbed the Colombians?
- Two million bucks. [ Laughs ]

They haul in all this
wrinkled-up street cash.

Dirty bills.
They gotta be cleaned
and sorted somewhere.

When I heard that these idiots
do it all in the same place...

- You used my name to get close.
- "I'm a burned spy.
I'm here to help."

It's a pretty good approach,
damn it. I mean, especially
with your dossier attached.

- [ Pistol Cocks ]
- Okay, I admit
we have a situation.

I tried to close the loop,
but Carlos wasn't there
when I hit the place.

I killed four guys,
and he is angry.

Mike, I'm just gonna say it.
There's room for two
in that couch.

It's heavy as it is.

Oh, such a softy.
I love this kid.
[ Laughing ]

Listen,
I got the perfect solution.

We feed this body to the sharks,

and then you and I kill Carlos,

and I will give you
a brand-new identity.

That's your solution...
for Mike to kill a man
and go on the run?

Honestly, Michael.
How do you put up with
this guy's constant mothering?

Yes, Sam!
That is exactly the plan!

And it will work.

Michael,
I have a whole new network...
protection, guns, I.D.'s.

And you will be safe
under my wing.

You really think
I'm gonna be your partner?

I'm gonna give you 24 hours...

to change your mind
and get in touch.

After that, I gotta think
about my own liability.

Someone has to clean this up.

- You're Larry Garber now?
- [ Chuckles ] Yeah.

With the kind of money I make,
you can't just leave it
laying around the house.

You want to invest,
you need an identity.

There was this shoe salesman
up in Buffalo.

He was kind enough to fall
on a knife and give me his.

Think about it.
Call me.

[ Door Closes ]
That guy sucks.

[ Sighs ]

Hey, Fi.
Hey, Fi.

Michael, when you asked
if you could come over,
you did not mention Sam.

It's nothing
I haven't seen before.

Didn't want to get into
details on the phone.

I have a body in the trunk of
my car and, uh, Larry's back.

Oh, and a cartel wants to
kill Mike, if you can
take Larry's word for it.

Which, you know,
we can't.
Damn it, Michael.

The last time he was here, you
should have pulled the trigger.

No more bodies
until we figure out
what I'm up against...

and we find a place to store
the one we've got.

Fine. You can use
my neighbor's apartment.
Place is tented for termites.

They're fumigating next week.

[ Michael Narrating ] Preserving
a corpse is not a frequent
job requirement for a spy.

But if you must,
stashing a body is a lot like
storing high explosives.

Air, water and heat
are the enemy.

His name is Justino Valverde.

Not an organ donor,
in case you were feeling guilty.
So far nobody's called him.

Fi and I can track down
where he lives
and check it out.

Probably not a good idea
for you to show your face
around cartel central.

Right. I'll lay low
and dig into his phone.

I guess I gotta go by
and alert my mom.
Nate too.

You forgot your brother
was coming into town,
didn't you?

[ Nate ]
Meet Mrs. Nate Westen.

Nate, you're married?
Yep. Me and Ruth pulled
the trigger Tuesday in Vegas.

Welcome to the family, new bro!

Your brother is so amazing.

We met last month
at my blackjack table,

and six decks with him
and I was done.

[ Laughing ]

Surprise!
Right?

They just arrived
just a little while ago,
and it still hasn't sunk in.

This is great.

Wow!
To Nate and Ruby.

Ruth.
Ruth.

Nate.

God, she's incredible,
right?
She is.

Yeah.
Yeah.

I have a problem.
Yeah?
Well, there's a shocker.

I need you to stay here
and watch Mom.
Are you kidding me? No!

Dude, this is like
my honeymoon, Bro.

You want me to subject Ruth
to that right away?

I can appreciate that,
but I really need you to keep
an eye out. Larry's in town.

Dead Larry?
The assassin?

Take this.
Don't tell Mom.
She'll freak out.

I'm freaking out!

All right, fine,
but you gotta check in often.

Thank you.
I mean that.

You really know
how to kill a buzz, Bro.

I have to go!
But congratulations,
the two of you! Wow!

Michael,
don't you dare...
[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sam ] So my cop buddy says
this house has gotten
some noise complaints recently.

Bunch of young guys.
Probably sicarios
waiting around between hits.

It's sort of like a frat house
for cartel soldiers.

[ Fiona ]
Looks like they installed
the security cameras themselves.

Coax coming from the inside.
There must be more in the house,

so the bosses can
keep an eye on these guys.

And somebody forgot
to pay the gardener.
[ Chuckles ] Lucky us.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Sometimes the least secure parts
of a security system...

are the security cameras
themselves.

If leaves obstruct the lens
because the landscaping
hasn't been maintained,

you can approach
from a blind spot.

And if you get close enough,
borrowing the video feed...

is as easy
as stealing pay-per-view.

This week on Casa de Sicario,
the killers sleep late
and eat cereal for lunch.

Hey, you okay
with the first shift here?

I have to go exploit a friend
in the name of an unsanctioned
national security operation...

and I don't want to be late.

Helping Michael with Gilroy.

How fun.
Yeah.
Define "fun."

Hey, Sam.
That Gilroy bastard
better be worth it.

- You already got the stuff
from the Coast Guard?
- Yeah.

And I feel like crap about it.
I'm pimping my SEAL link
down here, Mike.

It's disgusting.
No more favors like this.

And if your job goes sideways
and blows back on my friend,

you and me, we're gonna
have some problems, pal.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
- [ Door Opens ]

Justino's phone's a dry well.

Brand-new. His only calls
were his grandma
and a pizza place.

You got here just in time.
We're meeting
a mysterious new character.

Some kind of boss type.
Showed up
about five minutes ago.

I don't like him so far.
He's kind of a sourpuss.

So...
just met Nate's wife.

- There's a Mrs. Nate Westen?
- Blackjack dealer he just met.

The whole thing seems
pretty well thought out.

I say good for Nate.
You know, life is short.
[ Chiming ]

You gotta grab it by the...
I should take this.

Looks like boss man's
texting the dead guy.

- Is it coded?
- Kinda.

It's in Spanish.

Look, if it was
in Russian or Farsi, I...

"What's taking so long?"

Okay, mystery solved.
I guess this is the guy
who wants you dead.

- [ Phone Chimes ]
- Ooh.

He called him a pendejo.
That's like "idiot," but ruder.

It says to hurry up with you,
get over to finish the job
at the Hotel Victor.

Sounds like Larry
forgot to mention
I'm not the only target.

You look upset.

So who's Carlos
gunning for here?
My front man.

I hired a guy
to drop your name.
You'd have done the same thing.

He's a disposable,
part-time hustler.

You're working with an amateur?

Amateur criminal.
Professionally, he's a magician,
like for kids' parties.

Great card tricks, great smile.

Jack Fleetwood.
Real name's Yablonski.

Not too bright.
Sleeps with the manager here,
so he stays for free.

I'm surprised
he's still breathing.

- Well, I was gonna
take care of him later.
- [ Chiming, Beeps ]

[ Groans ]
"Tu air-es... Tu airs...
Eries?"

Oh... You have lived
in Miami for how long?

He's calling him a pen...
[ Laughs ]

It's sort of like an idiot,
but ruder.

And he's saying...

he is sending some more guys
over to clean things up.

Well, look.
Nature's taking its course.
We can just relax.

Relax? You think I want a
police investigation into this?
My name is attached.

I told you I could give you
a new name, Michael.

Why bother
saving some poor schmuck?

Coming, Nina.

Nina, Nina, Nina.

Whoa, Mike.
Hey, what's going on?

I'm Michael.

Okay, two Michaels.
What's going on?

We'll explain later.
I just need you
to get dressed right now.

Why?
A Colombian drug cartel
wants you dead.

They're sending a couple of guys
over to kill you.

What?
Is this about those Latin guys
you had me talk to?

Didn't I just say
I'd explain later?

- They're here.
- No, no, no, no, no.
No more bodies.

You got a better idea?

Does this room
have a pool view?
Yeah.

[ Pounding ]

- I said a better idea.
- Can't we just
climb over there?

It's safe.
Just hit the mattress.

You stay on this floor,
they will hunt you down
and kill you!

[ Shouting In Spanish ]
[ Gunshots ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to surviving a fall
into shallow water...

is safely displacing
your body's mass.

[ Man Shouts ]

A flat surface floating on top
can help absorb and distribute
your weight evenly.

Miss the target,

and you may as well be
jumping right on the concrete.

Ah! I think I broke my foot!

- [ Gasps ]
- Crazy, huh?

Why would you bring him here?
I want that nut job
out of my house.

It's not like he didn't
already know your address.

Why would that make me
feel better?

If I let him out of my sight,
that's when he starts
killing everyone.

[ Clears Throat ]
I really think, uh,

it would be better
if I kept this elevated
on the bed.

Forget it, Houdini.
That is a Hungarian
goose down duvet.

Listen, Michael,

I apologize
about all this...
[ Huffs ] cartel stuff.

But can you help me out?
'Cause I'm...
I'm really confused.

Jack, you and I have a problem.

This guy, Carlos, you talked to,

he thinks we robbed him
of $2 million...

and killed four of his friends.

Mmm.

So we need to convince him
that somebody else did it.

Preferably somebody who's
already dead so the body count
doesn't go any higher.

We need to convince Carlos
this was an inside job.

His own sicario,
Justino Valverde,
robbed him.

And this is something you're...
hopefully really good at.

We zero out
Justino's bank account,

buy some conflicting
airline tickets,
some clothes.

It'll look like this guy stole
Carlos's money and is about
to skip town with the cash.

Got it. He didn't.

No.
It's like an illusion.

I'm starting to regret
saving his life.

Well, he knows too much now.
You can't let
the cartel find him.

Wh-What's going on?
You guys making
some kind of decision?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Orchestrating a fake sighting...

isn't a job
that calls for subtlety.

It's not enough
to dress an impostor
in the right clothes.

Am I doing all right?

Oh, you are doing just fine,
Justino.

You're kinky, and I like it.

You need to make grand gestures
and attract attention
to colorful details.

Justino here thinks
that his tattoo is sexy.

I think it's scary.
Who's right?

It's a Santa Muerte.

Do it right and eyewitnesses
will be lining up to swear they
saw a dead man buying drinks.

[ Laughing ]
Drinks are on you,
my friend.

This round is on Justino!

He just inherited a fortune.

[ All Cheering ]

You need to get out of town.
Go vacation in the Keys.

Go now.
And burn the clothes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Every class of criminal
has their own set of fears.

Usually the bogeyman
lives in the mirror.

Thieves triple-lock
their doors,
[ Alarm Chirps ]

embezzlers check their
bank accounts obsessively,
and cartel soldiers...

[ Engine Sputters ]

get the hell out of any car
that won't start right away.

Carlos, I'm Michael Westen.
Good to meet you.
What the hell...

[ Screams ]

You think I have your money?
That's all the money I have!
You better kill me now!

You know, you're not
the first person
to tell me that today.

You think
you can rob me? Me?

I didn't rob you, Carlos!
Your boy Justino did.

I never even heard of you
until I got wind some
cartel lackey wanted me dead!

What? No.
This punk, Jack,
he told me...

He told you
what Justino said to tell you!

Justino
would never betray me.
Really?

I think you might have a little
too much faith in the bond
you share with a mass murderer.

I got a call, Carlos.

Your boy Justino was spotted
at the Iguana Bar down
in South Beach five hours ago.

Since then, nothing.
He's probably gonna blow town.

Son of a bitch.

- If this don't check out...
- What are you gonna do?
You gonna kill me?

Find him, Carlos.
Do it fast. Do it alone.

Trust the wrong sicario again
and the next time
your car doesn't start...

you might not be
missing a spark plug.

How do you know that
you don't want to live there?
You never even been to Vegas.

You have to at least
give it a chance.

I am not some old woman
that you can pack away
into a retirement village.

- [ Weak Chuckle ]
- You do not get to tell me
where to live.

- [ Door Opens ]
- Mom, who said anything
about a retirement village?

I just want you close by.

Someplace where spies and
killers aren't crawling out of
the woodwork every other week.

Someplace safe.

[ Ruth ]
Yeah. Vegas is amazing.

The weather's amazing.
Someday you're gonna
have grandkids there.

Don't you think living
near them would just be...

Amazing?
[ Ashtray Clatters ]

Are you gonna
smoke that in here?

You want Mom to move to Vegas?

I want you on my side on this.
Tell her it's too
dangerous here. She'll listen.

- She never listens to me.
- Can you at least try?

Give her a minute to cool down.

[ Door Slams ]

Maybe give her a day.

Is this your card?
Four of spades.

Still no.

Hey, Mike.

Mike, you better look at this.

We have got hundreds
of individually logged
flights here.

Tail numbers, nav points,
clearance codes.

Everything you'd need
to create mayhem
in the sky for a month.

And Chuck Finley
didn't get this stuff.
Sam Axe did.

That's not even the point.
We shouldn't be
giving this stuff to Gilroy.

- Is this your card?
- Oh, for God's sake, man.
It's the three of clubs.

[ Doorknob Rattling ]
Okay, that's not Fi...

'cause she went out for food,
like, five minutes ago.

[ Snaps Fingers ]
[ Whistles ]

[ Pistol Cocks ]

[ Chuckles ]
Oh. Hey.

Gotta hand it to you, kid.
I had my doubts.
What are you talking about?

Well, your plan. It worked.
I've been following Carlos
all day long.

Come here.
Take a look at this.

Hasn't been anything
this good on at 10:00
in a long time.

[ Sam ]
Wow. Look at him
trashing that place.

Justino's
not in that couch,
my friend.

[ Chuckling ]
[ Muffled Cries ]

Larry! Larry!

- Come on. Enough!
- You're not killing him.

You don't get it, do you?
Your plan worked!

It's time to dump Justino
and this chucklehead on Carlos's
front stoop and walk away!

- Put the knife down, Larry.
- Or what?

Your trigger finger
has rusted off!

[ Groaning ]
What the hell was that?

[ Sam ] Hey, he warned ya.
And look, there's not
gonna be any more blood...

just as soon as your hand
stops dripping.

I am not talking to you,
Boy Scout!

This is my show, Larry,
and I need him alive.

He's gonna point Carlos
to the money you stole!

You think I'm giving up
two million bucks now?

Yeah, I do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to fake surveillance
is delivering real boredom.

If someone suffers
for the information
you're feeding them,

they're much more likely
to believe it.

Can I get one
of them chips, man?
What's "no" in Spanish?

It's still "no," right?

You didn't tell me
we were gonna be here all day.
I'm hungry.

Why don't you
just go snatch his ass?

How'd that work out for you
last time, genius? I told you.
Jack's too protected.

He's had guys watching him
ever since your boys
missed him at the hotel.

I don't care. We can't
just sit around here all day.
We gotta act.

[ Beeping ]

Show time, buddy.
Just read the script
exactly the way I wrote it.

[ Whistling ]
Listen. Listen.

- [ Jack ]
What's up, Tino?
- He's talking to Justino.

Boat slip on Grove Isle?
Yeah, 5:00's good.

I can be there.
Should I bring a bag?

Maricón
is talking about his cut.

[ Chuckles ]
I mean, if you
got it all with you,

you gotta let me
take a look at the whole pile.

I mean, I bet it
barely fits in the trunk.

Oh, that's...
that's beautiful, amigo.
All right.

When Justino
shows up at his meeting,
he's gonna be so dead.

[ Beeping ]
Fi, we're on.

If you've been procrastinating,
you can't anymore.

We got the money in the trunk
just waiting on Justino.

Tell Michael the next time
he asks me for a favor,

I'm gonna ask him
what it is before I say yes.
[ Beeps ]

[ Knocking ]
[ Larry ]
Fiona, don't shoot.

[ Door Closes ]
I let myself in.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm just gonna go out on a limb
and guess you've never
dressed a corpse before,

- so I'm here to help.
- I'm not interested in...

Oh, come on.
Let me put it another way.

If this job goes south because
you screwed up, everybody
is gonna end up... very sad.

Here, hand me that shirt.

It's a hell of a lot easier
when you stitch 'em in.

Your mother must be so proud.
You're gonna pretend that
we have nothing in common, huh?

[ Fabric Ripping ]
We both have certain capacities
and certain appetites.

And that is how
we connect with Michael.

You don't know
the first thing
about Michael.

Sometimes you're
just what he needs,

and then sometimes...
he pushes you away.

Uh, do those have
cucumber in 'em?

I'm allergic.
Oh.

Well, I have cold cuts
in the fridge.

No.
I thought I told you.

I'm trying to stay away
from protein.

Mom, um, I'd like to
talk about Vegas again.

Oh? What about what I want?
Does that matter
in this discussion?

I think what
Nate's trying to say is,
you might feel better...

We all might feel better, maybe,
if you were someplace safer.

Like 3,000 miles away safer?

Oh, look.
Cucumber salad.

I'm sorry that I'm late
and that I can't stay.

Michael, can I talk to you
for a minute?

I just had a visit
from your old pal Larry.

Okay. Don't believe
everything he says.

He said that you worked together
for three years.

That's true.
But the government thought
we were a good team.

After all you saw him do,

I don't know how you can stay
in the same room with him.

I can't be with you right now.

You need help with Carlos,
you can ask Sam.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sam ]
Mikey, it's time to
celebrate my genius.

I was going blind fussing
with all that flight data
on my laptop,

so I went old school...

and I figured out
which flight Gilroy's after.

All right,
every page is a flight plan.

This is every flight today.

It's like pick-up sticks.
It's all crisscross.

It's a big cluster,
and every day is exactly
like that, except one day.

The 22nd.
Somebody needs
a wide berth.

Yeah. You get that
when it's mandated
by the government.

This is some kind
of serious
black flight, Mike.

And I'll bet you
dollars to doughnuts this is
what Gilroy is interested in,

and this is all he's gonna get.

Sam, you're probably right
about which flight he's after,
but he asked for all of it.

Every flight.
You think you get to
make this call alone?

I'm on the line here.
My friend is on the line.

Every person
on every one of those planes
is on the line.

You said it yourself.
He's only after one flight.

Right. But what is to stop him
from selling the rest
to the highest bidder?

We won't let that happen!
You're right.

We won't.
You want this data, Mike,

you're gonna have to steal it
yourself, 'cause I'm not
gonna give it to you.

And if that makes me
the Boy Scout that you and
your friend Larry think I am...

Man, I'm okay
with that.
Sam...

No. I'm not gonna
help you anymore...

until you get your head
out of your ass.

- Sam!
- Hey, you want backup
at your meeting with Carlos?

- Call Fi.
- Sam!

** [ Rock ]

[ Man ]
* One, two, three, four *

4:45?
Justino got here early.

He won't look so peaceful
when I'm done with him.

What do you think you're doing?
I'm gonna go
pull his fingers off.

I gotta talk to this guy,
see if the rest of my crew
was in on this.

How the hell did you get
put in charge of anything?

We're not getting within
100 yards of that guy. You don't
know what kind of backup he has.

What the hell is that
doing in my trunk?

I put it there.
I'm gonna do him from here.

When we know he's alone,
we'll go down there
and collect your money.

Then you can do whatever
you want to his fingers.
Hold on. No, no, no.

He robbed me, okay?
He killed my men!
Give it to me.

I get the honors.
Vamos.
Don't miss.

[ Gunshot ]
See what you get, pendejo?

[ Shouting In Spanish ]

It's all here.

But I guess I gotta
let you off the hook, huh?

So we're good?
We're great.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Large amounts of cash present
a huge temptation...

- Oye.
- to steal, to kill for,
to counterfeit.

There's no security strip.
No thread. Are you trying
to pull something, huh?

- Were you in on this?
- That doesn't make any sense!

You run
a cash processing center.

Why would I shove Monopoly money
in your face? Don't be stupid.
Put the gun away.

I ain't gonna let you
call me stupid no more!

Justino must've been trying
to screw his partner over!
This is not my fault!

It's your fault I can't have
him alive! I can't ask him
where he hid the real money!

I can find the money,
and you know it.

You shoot me, it's gone forever.

You got one day
to come up with my cash.

You put it in the trunk
of a car, you park it by
the airport, you let me know.

You do that,
I take off the hit.
If not...

Cabrón.

[ Car Door Closes ]

[ Engine Starts ]
[ Beeping ]

This is Fi.
Leave a message.
[ Beeps ]

Fi, Larry swapped the money.
I don't know where he is
or what he's doing.

Call me back.
[ Beeps, Line Ringing ]

You've reached
the voice mail for
Sam Axe.
Sam.

- [ Ringing, Beeps ]
- Larry! What the hell
were you thinking?

Michael, I'm sorry you're upset.

I pulled that
last-minute switcheroo
for your own good.

We should get together.
I need to talk...
You meet at my loft in one hour.

And if you're not there,
if you try to run,

I will find you
and I will kill you.

[ Beeps ]

[ Gate Squeaking ]

Sorry.

Couldn't walk away
from two million bucks.
Not gonna happen.

- I need that money.
- I'll give you half of it
if you do this my way.

Kill Carlos.

My head is on
the chopping block, Larry.

You don't think
I'll end you to save myself?

Oh, I know you would.
And that is what I love
about you, kid.

But I'm not the guy who sent
people to end your life.

All you have to do is kill him.

You're at a fork in the road,
and I know you.

This is not a tough call.

[ Punches Wall ]
Killing Carlos
does not solve my problem!

My name...
It's in the air!

I'll give you a new one.
I'll protect you.

You're a shoe salesman
from Buffalo!

I have connections, I have guns,

and I also have
what you need most...
the will...

The will to act
on our instincts
to get what we want.

And what I want is
to work with you again.

I'll cut the head off
the whole cartel
if that's what it takes.

But you know what's sad?

I don't see anyone else
stepping up to bail you out.

It's do or die time, kid.
What's it gonna be?

[ Michael Narrating ]
After a career spent doing
bad things for good reasons,

it's hard to say exactly
where you draw the line.

You might not know exactly...
until someone asks.

I'll kill Carlos.
You take care of the rest.

[ Knocking ]

Hey, Mike. Open up.
It's Nate.

There you are.

Not a great time.
Yeah, whatever.

You got me
watching out for our mom,
you won't even answer my calls?

What?
What do you mean, "What"?

I wanted to see
if there was anything else...

I could do to help
with this Larry thing.

I left you,
like, three messages.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Turning an asset
is a multi-step process.

You back them into a corner,
you pile on stress,

you create tension
with the people they trust,

and if you can cut them off
from good influences so you're
the only voice in their ear...

Damn it.
they're much more likely
to listen.

- Did Larry...
- He knows I check for bugs.
He switched out my SIM card,

used call forwarding,
isolated me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's a formula
that works so well,

it even works on spies
who oughta know better.

You really thought no one
was answering your calls?
Jesus, Bro.

Dad's dead. You're not
in Afghanistan anymore.

I mean, when you gonna learn
there are people you can trust?

[ Grunts ]
You ever have one of
these Cuban coffees?

¡Cortaditos!
Fun to drink, fun to say.

¡Cortaditos!
You know,
I've been thinking.

If we're going to do this,
I want to be thorough.

Leave no trace, leave no teeth.

Oh, that's good.
That's a bumper sticker.
I love that.

[ Laughing ]

Forget shooting Carlos.
We're gonna blow up
his cash room.

We'll take
the whole building down
with Carlos in it.

If it looks enough like
a car bomb, the cops'll
think rival dealers did it.

No, I-I get it.
I'm just not sure I buy it.

A new, violent plan
at the last minute?

What happened to Saint Michael?

People don't change
overnight.
Well, I haven't.

That's why
I'm pushing it to 3:00.

[ Exhales ]
It'll give me time to clear out
as many tenants as possible.

Oh, there's the old softy.

I'm kidding.
I'm impressed.

I'm impressed.
This is a big step forward.

We in business or not?
'Cause if we are,
I want my money fast.

We're gonna have to run.
Relax. Relax.
I can get it really quick.

My bags are already packed.

3:00.
Don't be late, Larry.

Michael Westen back in action?
I wouldn't miss it.
[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah?

I've said I'm sorry
before, right?

I'm not sure.
I need help.

My plan with Carlos fell apart
and I'm scrambling.

I need to find out
where Larry stashed his money.

Well, if I were him,
I would keep it close.

But I would want it someplace
where you would look guilty
if he had to bag out on the job.

Can you meet me at the loft?
Sam, we're gonna
celebrate your genius.

[ Michael ]
My punching bag.

You know, he actually
laughed when he said,
"My bags are packed."

Two million.
It's all there.

What's next?

I need to apologize.

I should've listened
to both of you.

It's all right, buddy.
You were marked for death.
It got to you.

I know I let Larry
get too close.

You let him
crawl inside your head
and make a nest.

There's a part of me...

This part that's like him,
but it's just a part.

And it gets smaller
the longer I'm with you.

Well, tell me
you're done with him...
forever.

I am.
I want him gone.

How can I help?

I need you to help me
make a very special bomb.

[ Grunts ]
How did you decide
on a binary liquid?

They're stable.
Easy to smuggle
as separates.

Exotic enough
so the cops won't know
what they're looking at.

It's beautiful, kid.
That is just beautiful.
You know what?

We are gonna have so much fun.

[ Laughing ]
I don't think we will.

I dropped off Carlos's money
at the airport this morning.
He called off the hit.

Me and Carlos,
we're straight.
At least we're gonna be.

[ Pistol Cocks ]
You shouldn't
have done that, kid.

That is not your money
to give away!
What's with the gun, Larry?

I let you live, and now you're
gonna feed me to the sharks?

You betrayed me.
You know I will.

You know what?
I don't have to.
I'm just gonna leave you here.

You're gonna be
a smoldering corpse.
What are you talking about?

There's no bomb, Larry.

Oh.
[ Laughing ]

You framed him, huh?
Right. Nice.

And the binary liquid?
Uh, counterfeiting ink.

The laptop
is just full of graphics.

And what was Carlos doing with
a bunch of scans of $20 bills?

Probably printing about
$2 million worth of fake bills
in this Dumpster.

Know what? I don't get you, kid.
You don't think his bosses
will have him killed in prison?

Carlos made a choice.
He chose to work
for the cartel.

I make my own choices!
I don't kill anyone
unless I have to!

Yeah? Well,
we are different that way!

You're not gonna kill me, Larry.
Not when the cops are coming
to talk to Larry Garber,

the man who called in to report
he saw men with guns, a Dumpster
filled with fake cash.

Having an identity
has its drawbacks, huh, Larry?
[ Sirens Wailing ]

You forget who
you're dealing with here?
I faked my own death once!

Sure, but what about
Larry Garber's investments
and all of his bank accounts?

They'll sit on that money
and they'll wait for you.

You shoot me and all that money
is as good as gone.

You're at a fork in the road.

Go broke and go to jail,
or run from the cartel
and live to fight another day.

I know you, man.
This isn't even a tough call.

There will be another day,
Michael.

Let me do you a favor.
I'll take this
and hide it for you.

[ Chuckles ]
You're a hero, Larry.
Larry Garber.

Officer!
Officer, please!

Thank you for coming.
Thank you.

This way.
Right over here
in the trunk.

Listen,
I can't thank you enough.
You've been so cool about this.

Jack, remember.
You're no longer
Jack Fleetwood.

You're Jack Yablonski again,
forever.

Yeah.
I'm psyched about that.

Be safe, man.

And Jack, seriously,
if you ever come back to Miami,

or if I ever hear
the name Fleetwood again,
I will kill you myself.

Okay?
Have a safe trip.

Wish we didn't have to
take off so soon.

It was wonderful having you.

Ruth, wish you
could stay longer.

We do too.
But, uh, you know, work.

[ Whispering ] One more day,
she was gonna file for
an annulment. You owe me, Bro.

You drive safe.
Bye, Ruth.

[ Madeline ]
Bye.

[ Engine Starts ]

So, you sorry
I'm not leaving
with them?

Mom, I did not say
I wanted you to leave.

I said if you wanted
to live someplace safer,
closer to them, I'd understand.

Well, I'm happy for Nate.

It's time
that he settled down
and built a life.

But I have mine.
It's here...

with you...

and Sam and Fiona.

Plus, I can't stand that woman.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Weighing operational risk
is tricky...

when your life
is on one side of the scale.

Withholding flight plan data
may put your life in danger,

but you try to remember that
if you jeopardize thousands of
innocent lives to save your own,

you wouldn't want
to live with yourself anyway.

You're a tad overdressed
for the Jacuzzi,
don't you think?

Is this your card?
It's blatantly not
six weeks of flight plans.

Just the one that you want.

Chile to Poland, tail number
4-Whiskey-X-ray-Alpha-8-0-3,

registered to a faceless
corporation in Santiago.

What's so special
about the plane?

What happened to
the price of privacy?

Well, you hired an operative,
not a child.

I need to know
what's going to Poland.

Right.

Well, I suppose it's only
natural to be curious.

I'll tell you.

It's a weaponized plague
and a vaccine to match.

And they're worth
a bloody lot of money.

That wasn't so hard,
was it?
You're in then?

Gilroy, I think you and I
have a bright future together.

So, learn anything?

Only that he's a damn good liar.

Tried to sell me some line
about a bioweapon.

But it took him a little
too long to come up with it.
Back to square one then.

Guess you're gonna have to
keep doing some digging.
I'm gonna need some help, Sam.

[ Chuckles ]
Imagine that.