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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.

[ Fiona ] Mysterious trips
around the world with Max.

He's, what, your
keeper or whatever?

He's my Agency contact.

You've been putting up some W's lately. The
right people are starting to take notice.

Michael Westen, soon-to-be-reinstated
agent of the C.I.A.

How does that sound? Sounds great.
Max, thanks for everything.

Max!

[ Groans ]

You stay with me.
Stay with me, Max.

Max.

[ Gunshots ]

Fi, someone shot Max,

the police are on the way, and I
think I'm holding the murder weapon.

I covered my tracks,

so I covered the
tracks of the killer.

Michael, we have to do
something about that gun.

We need to get an alibi
for you, like right now.

Let's go to work.

[ Michael Narrating ] As a spy,
you're in the information business...

Stealing it, protecting it,

and, if you have
to, destroying it.

Some secrets are so dangerous that you
can't allow them to continue to exist.

A murder weapon that implicates you in a
crime you didn't commit, for example,

is a secret best kept with 4,000
degrees of burning thermite.

- Hey. Got here as soon as I could.
- How'd it go?

Okay. Put together some
credit card receipts...

putting everyone in Key West
yesterday on a little vacation.

Key West? Hey...

You want an alibi on such short
notice, you don't get to be picky.

You guys are melting down a gun.
I don't have much choice.

Whoever did this knew exactly
what they were doing.

They managed to put a murder weapon in
Michael's hands and get away clean.

I just want to put this out there.
If we go to the cops now...

No. It's not gonna fly.
I talked to the cops.

The C.I.A. has taken over the scene.
They got a case officer down here now.

And she wants me in for a chat.

Oh, great. Perfect.

You have no idea who killed Max?

None. Could be an enemy of Max's who
wants a burned spy for a fall guy,

an enemy of mine looking to
keep me out of the game.

What about the people
who burned you?

You said you had doubts about that
investigation. Anything's possible,

but I'm not gonna be able to find out
if I'm in jail for first-degree murder.

- We have to get rid of the gun.
- Are you sure about this?

Once you start a cover-up, there's
no going back. It's already started.

I trashed the key logs at the murder
scene and wiped the place down.

The only thing that's gonna save
me is finding the real killer.

This train's rolling, brother. The only
question is whether you get on board.

Hell, yeah. I'm on board. Yeah.

[ Shutter Clicks ]

You must be Michael Westen.

I'm Agent Pearce.
Thanks for coming.

No place I'd rather be.

Max was...

A friend? I know.

I'd, uh, offer my condolences,

but I'm much better at catching
bad guys than shedding tears.

We'll find whoever did this.

What can I do? Let me walk
you through the scene.

You be the killer.

We found two bullets
out in the hallway,

so if you're the killer,
you fire on Max out there,

miss, then chase him in here.

Blood spatter says Max
was where I'm standing.

You bust in, put two shots in his back.
He bleeds out here.

Now Max is dead. What do you do?
Run to the exit.

I think you head
for the key log.

So you rip the hard
drive out of the wall.

Now there's no record
of your entry.

But how do you get out clean?

Elevator.

No trace. Try again.

I hope you're not
asking me to jump.

Oh, you're the killer...
in this little exercise.

Is that how you escaped?

Not unless I could fly.
[ Chuckles ]

We found rope fibers, and I got
friction marks right here.

Killer rappelled down.

Probably had help.

How are your climbing skills?
Not bad.

Why? Am I a suspect?

To be honest, when I heard a
burned spy was mixed up with Max,

my first instinct was to
fit you for a head bag.

I appreciate your restraint.
Well, you did show up today.

And as your new Agency contact,

a head bag wouldn't have started
us off on the right foot.

You're Max's replacement? We worked
on some operations together.

I have some investigations
experience.

I asked for this assignment.

Max was one of the good guys.

I want to find out who did
this just as much as you do.

I'd love to have
you on the team.

You should know this
about me, though...

I've got a pit bull at home, and I learned
how to run an investigation from her.

She sinks her teeth in,
she doesn't let go...

[ Laughing ] ever.

She sounds like a nice dog.
She can be.

But she is a very, very determined
bitch when she wants something.

I need to know I
can count on you.

I'm your man.

I was hoping you'd say that.

[ Chattering ]

I don't get it. You're
joining the C.I.A. manhunt?

Did you forget that search could
end up at your doorstep, Michael?

If I'm one of the hunters,
maybe I can avoid that.

Plus, looking over
Pearce's shoulder...

gives me a bird's-eye view
of the entire investigation.

We should be working our own angle
to find out who killed Max.

Pearce is already checking cell phone
activity from the day of Max's murder.

Why can't I just
cheat off her notes?

You think the killer made a call?
Maybe.

I've never seen the
police respond that fast.

At least I can make sure that they don't
track the phone call I made to you.

[ Sighs ] So... check
the phone records.

But if Pearce starts
poking around,

don't forget there are no
conjugal visits in C.I.A. jail.

Is that who you're supposed
to be meeting here? Yeah.

Bad time for a client.
Who is he?

He was with the Special
Forces in Afghanistan.

My C.O. tracked me down,
asked for a favor.

And you're...

Not telling the captain who pulled
me out of a burning jeep...

that I don't really have
the time right now.

Michael? Lieutenant Ethan Reed.

Ms. Westen.

Why don't you grab a
seat, Lieutenant?

So what can I do for you?

Captain Novak didn't
tell me, really,

what this was about, other
than we have a lot in common.

The C.I.A. recruiters on base
were hounding me pretty bad...

until I made it clear
I wasn't interested.

Or maybe it's that I beat your
sharpshooting record at Camp Rhino...

94% from 600 meters.

Ninety...

So you here to pick
up the trophy?

No, no. I, uh...

Is there somewhere we can
talk that's more private?

Let's take a walk.

I got back from my tour in
Afghanistan a couple of months ago,

and I found out that my sister
was dating this guy... Brandon.

And I knew he was a scumbag,
but he seemed harmless.

What happened?

He, uh... He nearly
beat her to death.

He put her in intensive care.
I'm sorry, Ethan.

Have the cops done anything?

They'd arrest him if
he fell in their lap,

but they're not looking
for him very hard.

I thought you could help me track him
down, using some of your resources.

Right up my alley. Fi.

You end up finding Brandon.
What next?

After what he did to Heather...

I think Ethan's already picked
flowers for Brandon's funeral.

You're not thinking this through.
She's your sister.

It won't take long for the cops to figure
out you're the number-one suspect.

So that's it? You're saying
you're not gonna help?

No. If you want my help, Brandon
goes to jail, not to the morgue.

Fine. But I'm coming along
every step of the way.

When we catch him, I
want to be there.

At the very least, I owe
this guy a broken nose.

I can live with that.
Go to your meeting.

I'll call Sam, see if we can
lure Brandon out of hiding.

Mrs. DePaolo?

We don't mean to bother you,
but is your son Brandon here?

Sorry. He moved out years ago.

Oh, uh, could you tell
us where to find him?

Because Brandon's got
himself a brand-new laptop.

Hell, maybe even an iPad, if
this check ever finds him.

I don't know where he is. Ah.

- And why is he getting a check?
- It's a legal matter.

Your son had some auto-body work done at
a shop in Brickell a couple years back.

The owner of the shop just
lost a class-action lawsuit.

He was overcharging
his customers.

Brandon was a customer,
so Brandon gets a check.

I mean, two G's may not
seem like much, but...

Two thousand dollars?

I know it's an inconvenience, but
maybe you could take the check...

and hand it off to Brandon
next time you see him?

I... I could do that.

Great. Thank you very much.

So she took the check. Now what?

Now Cathy takes the money to
Brandon, or he shows up here.

Almost always works,
but it's not fast.

Why don't you go home? We'll
take the first shift.

No. No, I'm on every shift.

Lucky us.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether you're
operating out of a war room in Langley...

or commandeering a
hotel in South Beach,

all C.I.A. investigations work the same.
[ Chattering ]

Because analysts are tied directly
into federal and local databases,

they have information
at their fingertips.

What they don't have is a magic
button that tells them...

what is a real lead and
what is a dead end.

That takes boots on the ground,
eyeballs on the screens...

and lots and lots of coffee.

What, the C.I.A. can't
afford filing cabinets?

Oh. I don't think I'll be getting much
sleep until we find Max's killer.

So where are we?
What are we doing?

We'd like to revisit your final
operation with Max. I read the file.

Some sort of corporate espionage
the French were involved with?

Dead end. Got out clean. The
operation before that then.

I'm telling you, that's not
where you want to look.

We were doing small-scale
field operations,

nothing that would
get anyone killed.

If you are trashing my leads,

you better have
something to suggest.

How about cell phone activity
around Max's office?

The F.B.I.'s gonna
run them down.

F.B.I.? That's three
weeks of red tape.

Are you sure that's a good idea? These
investigations take time, Michael. You know that.

Someone who's not official could
work a lot faster than the F.B.I.

If that were the case, I
wouldn't want to know details,

because if that person
got caught digging...

They'd be on their own.

It was nice not
seeing you today.

[ Sighs ] What's with
the Yellow Pages?

Just a little pleasure reading.

This is taking forever.
Brandon's not gonna show.

[ Michael ] He'll show.
Just be patient.

In Afghanistan, things were
a lot simpler, you know?

You get your orders, you get
your bullets, take your shot.

Who do you think
gets the intel...

to tell you where to point
your rifle and take that shot?

A spy sitting in a car all day.

At least we got yogurt.

Hold on. We have a guest.

[ Ethan ] Yep, that's Brandon, all right.
Son of a bitch.

Hold on. Hold on. We talked about this.
We'll grab him on the way out.

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether you're kidnapping
a ruthless dictator in a foreign country...

or snatching an abusive
boyfriend off the street,

it's best not to
leave a mess behind.

Using your target's own car
as a getaway vehicle...

keeps neighbors from asking
about the missing owner.

Plus, you don't have
to pay for gas.

- We're not gonna hurt you. Just gonna
ask some questions. - [ Choking ]

Did you think you could beat on
my sister and get away with it?

Ethan! I didn't... I d...

Ethan! He didn't give a beating.
He took one.

- What does that mean? - It means
there's more to this than what we know.

Look at his face. Stand down.

Stand down.

You're all right.
It's all right.

We're just gonna go
for a little ride.

Gonna sort this out.

** [ Radio: Heavy Metal ]

Really?

I didn't touch your sister, man.
I would never hurt Heather.

Then tell us who did. It's
my boss, Brad Ramsey.

He runs a medical insurance
scam in Homestead.

He'd give me money to
pay off medical clerks.

I wanted to do something
nice for Heather,

so I skimmed some of the cash
to take her away for the week.

And Ramsey found out.
Heather fought back.

I tried to help, but...
You left her bleeding...

in the driveway of a
hospital like a stray dog.

What was I supposed to do? You
were supposed to protect her!

And what about you, big bro? Heather
tried calling you for help,

but you were too busy playing
Captain America in Afghanistan.

Hey. Interrogation 101...

You lose your head, they stop talking.
You can skip the spy school.

This bastard is the reason Heather's
breathing through a tube right now.

Breaking his jaw is not
gonna get him to talk.

Go on. Cool off. Go outside.

Okay. Upsy-daisy.

Stop crying. You're all right.
[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ] Now, if
you don't cooperate,

I'm gonna let Ethan come back in
here and talk to you... alone.

Do you understand?

All right. Tell me everything
you know about Brad Ramsey.

[ Michael Narrating ] People tend to think
spies are motivated by love of the game,

desire for adventure
or patriotic fervor.

The truth, though, is that you don't
choose a life as a covert operative...

unless something deeper is
going on beneath the surface,

something more personal,
something harder to explain...

and something a
lot more painful.

[ Ethan ] I should have been there.
Wasn't your fault.

[ Ethan ] She was, uh...
She was so beautiful.

Now look at her.

If you want to get the
guy who put her in here,

I know how to do it.

So that's the guy
who beat my sister?

That's him.

Ramsey runs the scam Brandon
was wrapped up with.

[ Sam ] The other chucklehead
is Joel Davenport.

He steals Medicare numbers so Ramsey can
use them to bilk the insurance companies.

These guys are ruining
a lot of lives.

The clinic used to help people,

but now it's basically just a
private A.T.M. for these scumbags.

So the guy's even more of a
bastard than we thought?

Same plan as before, right?

Dragging Ramsey to the
police isn't an option now.

The cops were your
idea, remember?

Well, your sister basically
helped rip off a scam artist.

I'm just saying, the cops are
not gonna make it a priority.

We grab him now, Ramsey spends
a few hours behind bars.

He'll be out in time
for happy hour.

On the other hand, if we can get him to
show us the details of his little business,

he'll rot in jail until
you're old and gray.

We're just gonna politely ask
him if we can see his scam?

- You think that'll work?
- No, I'll have to approach Ramsey...

as the kind of guy
he'd want to talk to.

No. I'm approaching Ramsey.

Was I unclear when I said I'm
coming along every step of the way?

Ethan, you're not trained for this.
Then train me.

When this is over, I want
him to know it was me.

I owe that to Heather.

All right, kid. Fine.

You're gonna need a suit.

** [ Techno ]

[ Man ] * Kiss me *

- * Kiss me * - [
Chattering, Laughing ]

* Oh, yeah, kiss me *

* Kiss me *

* Kiss me *

* Come over here and kiss me **

Excuse me. We're looking
for Brad Ramsey.

Well, you found him. [ Ethan ] We
don't mean to spoil the party,

but we'd like a few minutes of
your time, talk a little business.

Yeah? Well, I'm pretty sure that
you guys aren't on the guest list.

Just give us two
minutes of your time...

No interruptions,
no intrusions...

And I promise you, next
year at this time,

your vacation home in Rio will make
this place look like a dollhouse.

Let's talk over here.

What kind of business you guys in?
Same as you,

only on a much bigger scale.

We can't go into much
detail right now,

but our network is pulling
in some serious cash.

We'd like to bring you in.

I only work for one man... me.

I'm doing just fine on my own.

That's why we want you.

But why settle for just fine
when you could be doing great?

You got to think bigger.

I mean, sure, your kiddy
pool with a "view" is fine,

But the pool at our place on
Star Island... now, that's great.

[ Ethan ] Come to our party.
Check it out.

Who knows? Maybe you'll
like what we have to offer.

No offense... I mean, I'm sure
you guys are doing great,

but, uh, I got things
under control.

We're talking big time here. You
want to be bush-league forever?

Bush-league? Who are you
calling bush-league?

You'll have to forgive my
young, enthusiastic friend.

When we found him,

he was scraping by on six grand
a week in a time-share scam,

so we had to drag him
out of the gutter.

Sometimes his passion gets
ahead of his manners.

Here's our info...

In case you change
your mind about...

moving up in the world.

I have to get back to my guests.

Feel free to stick around.
Have a beer.

And then get the hell
off my property.

I just blew it. You did fine.

Did you clock his face when
I said six grand a week?

We'll be seeing him again.

Hey, man.

Whoa!

What... I'm sorry.

Am I in the wrong...

This is Michael
Westen's place, right?

Look, I knew Fi was gonna shake things up a
little bit in here, but come on now, man.

You got a breadbasket. Are
you cool with all this?

Yeah, you know, it's a...

process. Right.

You got an update on those
phone records? Yes.

But before I do, I just
want to point out,

even if you can dodge
this frame-up thing,

you and I could get into a lot of
trouble for this. I owe you, Jesse.

No, I mean, like, this is in
violation of an executive order...

and a pretty big
Constitutional amendment.

I really owe you? Yeah. You do.

Okay. All these red dots...

represent cell-phone calls
made around Max's building.

Now, if we eliminate
all the calls...

made a half hour before
or after Max's death...

Anything with, uh, family plans,
anything easily traceable...

We are left with one call.

Made from a burner cell
to a pay phone. Boom.

The killer was probably signaling
that the job was done.

It's a dead end. Oh, no.

No, you will not rain on my
cell-phone magic parade,

because I tracked the burner
to the bodega that sold it.

I'm gonna go grab the security
tapes and find out who bought it.

[ Phone Ringing ] I really,
really owe you, Jesse.

Yes, you do. Sam,
what's going on?

Ramsey just called. Said he
can't wait to go to our party.

You would've been proud, Mikey.

Watching Ethan work a cover was like
seeing a baby take his first steps,

only, you know, less adorable.

- Did your new lady friend get us a car?
- You call it a car.

I call it a work of art.
What about the house?

Are we ready to introduce
Ramsey to a new life?

Yeah, yeah. We're all set.
But listen, Mike.

Just so we're clear, nothing
happens to Big Mama's wheels...

or the mansion.

'Cause once you've laid your head
on 2,000-thread-count sheets,

you never want to go
back to the couch.

Oh, yeah.

[ Beeps ] Is that potpourri
that I'm smelling?

You're killing me, man.

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Jealousy
is a delicate emotion.

Show someone what they can't have,
and they'll just resent you.

Give it to them too easy, and
they won't appreciate it.

The key is allowing them just enough
of a taste so all they want is more.

Ah! Our guest of honor.

Still can't believe I'm
supposed to drink with the guy.

Just think of it this way... Every
time the bastard cracks a smile,

he's tightening the noose
around his own neck.

Hey! Look who's here!

It's about time. Better
late than never.

Think our friend here needs
a drink, yeah? Yeah.

- So I said, "Shoot the dog."
- And so I did.

[ All Laughing ]
Oh, sorry, ladies.

Aw, come on, now. Don't worry.
We'll get to 'em later.

Somebody I want you to meet.
Fast Eddie, Brad Ramsey.

The infamous Brad Ramsey.
Bring it in here.

Been called worse.

[ Laughing ] Yeah, I'll bet you have, man.
Hey, sit down, guys.

[ Jesse ] Please, please.

So Eddie here is the wizard
behind our global network.

He sets up fake medical facilities
that spit out real money.

It's easy, really. A lot of
places around the world,

health care is 10% of the G.D.P.

It's so big, no one even notices when
we take a little slice for ourselves.

- Isn't that right?
- That's just fancy talk...

for "We have a very
good thing going."

[ Sam ] Oh, look,
I'm a little low.

Why don't you fill him in?
I'll be right back.

Seems like you guys got it all figured out.
What do you need me for?

Oh. One can never have
too many friends.

South Florida is a
Medicare gold mine.

Okay? Our only problem is,
we're not hooked up down here.

You are, so we want to
see your whole network.

Then we combine your ideas with
our capital, everybody gets rich.

What are you, crazy? Took me seven
years to set up my business.

You think I'm just
gonna hand it over?

No, we're not asking you to hand over
anything, Ramsey. This is a merger.

We get to see the details
behind your operation,

the mind that created it,
and then you get all this.

[ Car Horn Honks ] Oh.
There's the boss.

He blew off Pebble
Beach to meet you.

- Shall we? - [ Jesse
] Come on, man.

Beautiful.

Eduardo. Boss.

You must be Ramsey.
Welcome aboard.

Not so fast. I ain't signed
any dotted lines just yet.

Did I hop on my
G6 for a "maybe"?

What can I say? The
best don't come easy.

I'm sorry. "I'm sorry"?

"I'm sorry" doesn't get me back on the
links in time for the back nine, does it?

- What's the hold up?
- It's not his fault.

This seems too good to be true.

Then your guys start asking
details about my business.

I mean, how do I know
you're not cops?

- [ Laughing ] - [
Michael ] Fair question.

Deserves an honest answer.

Cops write tickets.

Cops eat doughnuts.

They don't do this.

Son of a bitch! [ Groans ]

Careful. I learned jujitsu
on the sands of Okinawa.

Aaah! That's... That's my car!

No, that's not your car.

That's your car. I call
it "the thinking car."

Take your time. Have a ball.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squeal ]

"Thinking car"? Felt
right at the time.

It felt... I don't give
a damn how it felt.

I better see my car again, Mike.
I know the feeling, buddy.

[ Ethan ] So when are we finished
with the car-giving phase?

I'd love to get to the
ass-kicking phase.

Seducing Ramsey with our
scam is a process, Ethan.

He's inches away from giving us
everything we need to take him down.

Now, the more info we can
ask him for about the scam,

the more he's got to
talk to his guys.

We drop a bug in
those conversations,

the cops are gonna have
some easy listening.

So I have to hang
with him some more?

As soon as we get everything
we need from the bug,

you can break off your
friendship, but you have to be...

Patient. I know. I know. So
how do we get the bug on him?

Well, Ramsey was damn near
drooling over my watch, Mike.

Great. Let's give
him another gift.

Mike, what happened to the bench,
the one with the work toys?

Fiona thought that she didn't
want to mix work with...

It's in the back now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When bugging a watch,

it's better to use a good-looking
knockoff than its authentic counterpart,

and not just because it's
easier on your wallet.

The insides of a fake timepiece
are usually smaller and simpler,

leaving more room for
hiding a listening device.

As long as your target
isn't a watch connoisseur,

zinc alloy and cubic zirconia are a
great way of saying "Let's be friends."

Ramsey, my man.

Here you go.

Boss was glad you finally
came to your senses.

I was glad too.

Yeah, I'll be glad when I start
to see some serious green.

Eager. Hey, I like that.
It reminds me of me.

Once you give the boss the
details on your operation,

we'll bring you up to
speed on our system,

and from there, smooth sailing.

Hey. Look at this.

I got you a little welcome gift.

Well, now.

I think that'll look
just great on me.

I got one just like it. I
call it "the lucky watch."

If I were you, I'd never
take that thing off.

Think I can do that.

All right. Come on. Come on.
The guys are waiting for you.

Thousand bucks, you hit
nothing but water.

We'll see about that. Pull!

[ Groans ] Double or nothing?

[ Ethan ] Hey. Look who I found.

Ramsey.

If you're here, then
you're done thinking.

That car can be
pretty convincing.

Good. Now that you're coming on
board, let's iron out the details.

We need to get an understanding of
how you move your money around.

Way ahead of you. This is the Medicare
fee schedule from my last scam.

You came all the way
here to waste our time?

This could have been written
on a cocktail napkin!

[ Gunshots ]

Oh! [ Michael ] What
we're looking for is...

Well, everything.

All your doctor names, all
your patient numbers,

every little detail
of your enterprise.

You give us that, then
we can move forward.

Ooh!

[ Sam ] Triple or nothing?

I'll talk to my guys,
put something together.

You do that.

Just so you know, I'm
keeping the Porsche.

If you tried to give it
back, I'd worry about you.

Yeah, uh, Mike, since Jesse's helping
you with your little C.I.A. problem,

you might want to get
his car back for him.

One problem at a time, Sam.

[ Bell Dings ]

[ Michael Narrating ] In
certain neighborhoods,

posing as a dirty cop is a great
way to confiscate information.

It gives you the authority
that comes with a badge...

and invokes the fear that
comes with being a criminal.

Hello there.

I'm Officer Stone.

We have ourselves a
little situation.

Last week, Officer Goodtimes over there
came in here and bought a jug of vodka...

- with his pay-by-the-hour friend.
- Stressful job, Sharon.

Guy's got to blow off a little
steam every now and again.

This guy knows what
I'm talking about.

The thoroughly
embarrassing evidence...

is all over your surveillance
tapes, and we're gonna need 'em.

Yeah. Those tapes are
pretty expensive.

I suppose I could part with
them for, oh, 500 bucks?

You know what? It might be easier
to throw your sorry ass in jail...

for those bootleg DVDs
you got back there.

And selling booze to minors.

Wow.

Got a real state-of-the-art
operation going on here, don't you?

It's everything from last month.

We're gonna need some popcorn.

Got a better idea. Throw
in a carton of smokes.

[ Fiona ] Hmm. Hmm?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And I'm watching
all of these why?

A friend of mine,
he was murdered.

The killer might be on
one of these tapes.

Mmm. What am I
looking for exactly?

Whenever you see someone
buy a cell phone,

mark the date and time.

[ Madeline ] Well,
it's your lucky day,

- 'cause I'm boycotting my
favorite soap this week. - Oh?

Dr. Wesley broke off his
engagement and he moved to Alaska!

That's too bad.

Yeah. How's it going
with... What's his name?

Ethan? He's holding his own.

[ Ramsey ] Joel, Joel.

Just give me the paperwork
for the doctors' I.D.'s.

[ Joel ] How am I
supposed to trust you?

What the hell are you talking about?
I'm in charge of this.

Your judgment's off lately!

Those guys who gave you the
Porsche... you don't even know them!

Are you sure this is gonna work?
We'll make it work.

I talked to the other guys, and they all
agree with me... you're a liability.

First, you put that
girl in the hospital.

If she recovers... If that bitch
recovers, I'm gonna finish her off!

No big deal! What are you doing?
Let go of me.

Joel, I need you to listen
to me very carefully.

He's talking about killing my sister.
You all right?

I got no problem putting you
or any of the other guys...

in a hospital room if I have to.
Yeah. I...

I just need to get some air.

It's my business, not yours.
I make the decisions.

You're not even supposed
to be back here.

We'll talk later.

[ Joel ] Yeah. yeah. Okay, fine.
[ Engine Starts, Tires Squeal ]

What do you want to bet he's going
after Ramsey at the clinic?

We better get there first.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Where the hell is he?

Well, Ethan's a sniper. He's
not taking a shot from here.

He'd try to find a perch.

Right there... 9:00.

[ Jesse ] Man, the
kid set up fast.

He wouldn't fire on Ramsey
in a crowd, would he?

No. He's like Michael.

He'll wait for a clear shot.

All right. Let's go.
I'll talk him down.

[ Fiona ] It's too late.
We need a distraction.

[ Michael Narrating ] Protecting
a target from a bullet...

sometimes means taking a few
shots at them yourself.

A near miss puts the
target on their guard...

and keeps the real
gunman at bay.

- Fi. Fi, not my car! - Relax.

I'll just put one
through the windshield.

[ Michael Narrating ] But you can never
predict how someone is going to react...

to a bullet whizzing
by their head.

What the hell!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Gasps ]

Just the windshield, Fi?

He what? No, he never
got a shot off.

Fi fired first and
scared Ramsey away.

Not to say it's a victimless
crime because my car...

What the hell were you thinking?

You want to know what I was thinking?
I was thinking...

as long as I corrected
for a slight breeze...

and pulled the trigger
on my exhale,

the guy who put my sister in the
hospital wasn't going to exist anymore.

We had a deal. We had a plan.
And your plan wasn't working!

It wasn't working as fast as you
wanted it to. Big difference.

You got a way to bring the son of a bitch
down before I retire? I'm all ears.

We needed Ramsey
talking to his crew.

Now he thinks someone's
trying to kill him.

He's not gonna talk to his crew.
He's not gonna talk to anyone.

Three voice mails in the last hour.
Ramsey can't stop calling me.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, come on. That's
a little funny.

Dude's reaching out to the guy
that, um, tried to kill him.

I'm sorry. [ Clears Throat ]

Ethan, we can still use this.

Things are already tense
in Ramsey's crew.

You call him. You tell
him... No, no, no, no, no!

I'm done pretending to be
this bastard's friend!

[ Door Opens ]

All right. So, uh...

Sounds like you want to turn Ramsey on
his own crew, pin the shooting on them?

But the only person who can run
point just walked out the door.

And? He is not an option...

Unless you want to be in the room
standing between Ethan and Ramsey.

[ Madeline ] Familiar
scene out there.

You remember when you came
home on leave that first time?

You spent hours out there the
day that you found out...

that Patrick Garney had
stolen your girlfriend.

And then you stole his motorcycle
and drove it into the Miami River.

Mom, I think this is
a little different.

If you say so.

How many years of training did it take before
you learned to curb your anger, Michael?

The man you are today is
not the boy who left home.

You were a scared
kid when you left.

You were angry at the world.
You were angry at everything.

I've seen loved ones get hurt.

I've never plotted to kill
anyone in cold blood.

No.

Your mother raised you
better than that.

Someone has to teach
him, Michael.

You can save it.

You want Ramsey dead,

and you don't think I have anything
to say worth listening to.

Well, I understand that feeling.

So, uh, do you want to
compare body counts?

All right, if it's gonna be that
kind of talk. Actually, it's not.

I'm telling you I know more
about this than you do.

You're not in a war
zone anymore, Ethan.

So you're saying you think I'll regret killing
the guy 'cause this isn't a battlefield?

Listen to me. I won't.

I want to finish this my way.

You don't get to do
what you want to do.

You lost that right the moment
your sister got beaten.

What's that supposed to mean?
Your life doesn't belong to you.

Your decisions
affect other people.

You need to start
thinking about Heather.

That is what I'm doing.

You can't help her from jail.

You know who acts out
of selfish anger?

The Ramseys of this world.

And that's their weakness.

And that's what you
use to destroy them.

What do I do?

You look Ramsey in the
eye one last time.

You go to bat for him.

You convince him you
are his best friend.

And when he's ready to burn
his whole life to cinders,

you hand him the match.

[ Pounding ]

[ Ethan ] Ramsey! Ramsey!

- Come on.
- Ramsey, what the hell's going on?

Come on.

Come on! Come on.

Someone shot at me coming
out of the clinic.

I hope to God you're kidding.

Someone's shooting at him. We're
through here. Thanks for playing.

- Next.
- Whoa, hold on. Hold on.

Every problem's got a solution. Does
anyone have a reason to shoot at you?

Do you have any problems? Any of
your people know about our deal?

My guys? Oh, they would...
They would never.

[ Exhales ] Well, wait.
There was...

There was one guy that was pissed
that I was talking to you.

Every time we work
with amateurs,

the minute money's on the
table, people start shooting.

Okay, but it's his people, it's
not him, so give the guy a break.

You can take care of this
the way you did for me.

Whoa, whoa. Hold on. What
are you talking about?

He means turn your crew over to the cops.
Are you slow?

That's how we got rid of the kid's
baggage when he started working for me.

Turn the cops on my crew?

If they're shooting at you,
they're not your crew anymore.

If you're working with us,
we got to tie up loose ends.

I can't... Ramsey!

This is the moment, all right?

If you want to work with us, this
deal could pull in 50 mil a year.

That's 10% for you.
That's your cut.

Five million? Yeah, but you
don't get any of that...

unless you can take care
of your problems here.

What's it gonna be?

Kid, let's go. All right, wait.
Wait.

All right.

I can do this, okay? Yes.

Change your shirt. You
look like a hick.

Call our guys. Let's
get this done.

This is everything I got. You sure none
of this is gonna point back at me?

Not that it matters. You'll be
on the beach in the Caymans.

Maybe you'd like a
little company.

All right.

Love to stay for the fun
part, but we gotta jet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this for?
It's for the house.

We're making sure nothing
connects any of this to you.

You want me to burn my own house down?
Uh, yeah.

Come on, Ramsey. Be serious.

How many parties have
you had in this place?

Your crew has fingerprints everywhere...
Hair, DNA, all kinds of crap.

Believe me, we're gonna set you
up with a new place to call home.

[ Michael Narrating ] For
a spy... [ Gas Hissing ]

revenge is a dish that
is rarely served at all.

The mission objective always takes
priority over personal satisfaction.

Care to do the honors?

But if conning a scam
artist into burning...

everything he's worked his whole
life to build serves that mission,

it's hard not to
take a little joy...

in watching it all
go up in flames.

Come on, man. Don't sweat it.

The boss has got the
jet fueled and ready.

Blink, and we'll be in Monaco.

[ Car Doors Close ]

I take it everything went well.

Like a dream. Great.

I'll tell the pilot we're
ready to take off.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ] If you
have any other loose ends,

now's the time to speak up.

Nope. No loose ends.

Wait, what was that? You
think of something?

No, man, it's nothing.
It's all good.

If you're holding something back and
the boss finds out about it later,

he's gonna drop your
body off that jet.

There is something.

It's just this bitch.

Okay? I beat her down. I
put her in the hospital.

- Is there a problem?
- No, we're fine.

We're just working out
one last little... kink.

Some bitch in a hospital bed?

Then you need to
take care of it.

What do you mean,
take care of it?

Little poison in the I.V., and
she'll sleep forever. Kill her?

Listen, you can wrap this up or
you can hang here with your boys,

wait till they rat you out,
and let the cops drag you.

It's your choice.

Clock's ticking.

Okay. I-I'll do it.

I'll put the bitch
out of her misery.

[ Michael Narrating ] A soldier on
the battlefield would never dream...

of intentionally putting a dangerous
weapon in the hands of an enemy.

But, as a spy, sometimes the
only way to solve a problem...

is trusting a bad guy to
do what comes naturally.

And if you help with the plan, you
know exactly how to make them fail.

Drop it! Put the needle down!
What the hell, man?

Get off of me, man!
Get him out of here!

Get off of me, man! I was set up, man.
I was set up!

You got him? Great.

I would have felt so guilty if
something bad would have happened.

No, uh, I'd rather
not give my name.

I don't even know the guy. I'm
just a citizen doing my duty.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Hey! That's the guy!

That's the guy that
set me up, man!

That's the guy right there.
He's right there!

[ Knocking ] [
Michael ] It's open.

I just got back
from the hospital.

It's still touch-and-go with Heather,
but she's through the worst patch,

so I'll be by her
side every day.

Good. Sam called with
some more good news.

Looks like Ramsey's enjoying his jail
time with all the guys he ratted out.

Huh! I'm offended he didn't call me first.
I thought we were friends.

I should tell you, I
did some thinking,

and I'm having lunch with those C.I.A.
recruiters next week.

What is it?

Well, I was
wondering, does, um...

Does it ever get any easier?

No. It never does.

You know, your pep talks are getting worse.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, can you at
least tell me this?

If you could do it all
over again, would you?

It's who I am.

I don't know how to
be anybody else.

Not really an answer, but I
guess, uh... I guess it'll do.

Take care of yourself, Michael.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

What, so that's it on
the forensics then?

I want answers, not excuses.

All right, you know what?
Don't even bother.

I don't want to read a 20-page field
report on how you found nothing.

[ Sighs ] Langley's all
over my ass, Michael,

and my leads are evaporating
left and right.

Max's financial records, nothing.
Traffic cams, nothing.

You better have brought me
something to chew on. Thank you.

Could be something. Found a burner
cell in the records you gave me.

Phone was purchased
at a bodega on 6th.

They have a security camera?

You already got the footage.

I don't want to know how.
I just want answers.

Already sifting
through the tapes.

I'll have something
to report soon.

You'll have a report
for me tomorrow.

Isn't that what I just said?

Uh, Michael?

I'm counting on you here.
So is Max's family.

Mom? I got your call.

Did you find something
on the tape?

Michael, you need to tell me what
this is all about right now.

I already told you. My friend...

You told me this security tape would
lead to the man who killed your friend.

I know you spared
me some details.

I need them now.

The person who
killed my friend...

went to a lot of trouble to
make it look like I did it.

I'm hoping the real
killer is on that tape.

You need to see this.

He has your posture,
your-your walk.

He's got you down, Michael.

Good luck convincing
anybody else it isn't you.