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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 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.

And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

Bottom line: As long as you're
burned, you're not going anywhere.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Fiona's Voice ] Dear Michael, I don't
know if this letter will reach you,

but the thought that it might is
a small comfort in this place...

Where even the smallest
comfort is something.

It seems likely it will be my home from
now on, until I'm officially tried.

They're holding me at Allarod
Federal Penitentiary,

a maximum security facility for, as they
like to say, the worst of the worst.

My trial is still some months away, but
my lawyer tells me that my confession...

makes a legal defense...
a challenge.

I told her not to
waste her time.

The worst part, really, is what
they make you give up in here.

It's not just your freedom.

They take your
dignity, your hope.

So you give up and
do as you're told.

And you know how good I am
at doing what I'm told.

For the most part, I'm just another prisoner.
I don't expect to make many friends here,

but, then, I've never made
friends easily anyway.

[ Door Slams ]

At least I have a
little privacy.

When I'm not in the yard,
at meals or on work duty,

I'm housed in a unit for
violent offenders...

Alone.

It reminds me of the first time
that I lost you in Ireland.

I'd see you in my dreams
when I'd wake up,

and you were still gone.

The dreams hurt, but they
were all that kept me going.

They did then.

And they do now.

Love, Fi.

You all right, brother?

She's close to giving up.

- [ Shouts ] - [
Glass Shattering ]

I need to see her, Sam.

She has to know we're trying to get
her out. I'm afraid you can't, Mike.

She's too high a risk. Look...

I had to pull strings at Homeland
Security just to get that letter.

So seeing her? Forget it.

Now come on.

Before you wreck a
perfectly good table,

you should get talking with your pals
at the C.I.A. and get some help.

I already talked to Pearce. She tried.
No one's touching this.

You know, Mike, uh, you used to have
friends in high places at the Agency.

I know they turned their backs on
you when you got burned, but...

- Why would they help me now?
- Maybe if you give 'em a reason to.

[ Michael Narrating ] There are certain
people in life you get stuck with,

whether you love them, they
drive you nuts or both.

They've made you who you are.

For most people, it's a coach
or a favorite teacher.

For a spy, it's his
training officer.

Michael.

Tom.

How long's it been? Eight years?

Something like that.

Sit, please.

There's no need to
pretend for me.

I, um... Good.

You have every reason in
the world to hate my guts.

I wasn't exactly great at returning
calls when you, um... Well, you know.

[ Sighs ] It was
nothing personal.

There simply wasn't anything
I could do to help you.

You can make it up to me now.
I need to see Fiona Glenanne.

This is all about
your girlfriend?

I heard about that situation.
Trust me, she's innocent.

Look...

Just do yourself a favor...
and walk away.

Not with this, I can't.
You have to.

Your status at the Agency is not exactly
helped by your association with her.

You are just back in.

Card, I know you've been moved
from Training to Operations,

so if I have to earn some points around here
to make this happen, just give me a job.

You want a job... with me?

You're serious.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Come on.

I will do whatever it takes, Card.
Now, you owe me at least that.

I was your star pupil. Hell, you're
sitting in that chair because of me!

I can't even believe
I'm doing this.

Okay.

Fine. There is... something.

I wasn't gonna do it because I didn't have
an operative in Miami. But I guess I do now.

Michael, let's be real clear
about this right up front.

If you screw this up, there is not going
to be any lifeline, no safety net.

It's just going to
be you and me...

with our asses
flappin' in the wind.

And exactly how does
that sound to you?

That sounds like a risk
I'm willing to take.

[ Woman ] We have your
table ready, Mr. Card.

John, how are you? Good, thanks.

Seems like old times, huh?

If by "old times," you
mean running me through...

counter-interrogation exercises
on one hour of sleep.

Cry me a river, Michael. I
wasn't that bad on you.

The old Card never would have
treated me to a five-star meal.

Who said the new Card was?
[ Chuckles ]

- [ Woman ] Whiskey neat.
- And an iced tea for my friend.

That is still your
drink of choice, yes?

Nothing gets by you, Card.
Nothing. Cheers.

- It's funny. - What?

Me being the one to
help you see Fiona.

Why? Because you never liked her?
I liked her fine.

I didn't like my protégé sleeping with a
foreign arms trader he met under a cover I.D.

That sort of thing can make
your training officer look bad.

You said she would ruin my life.

I was just calling
it the way I saw it.

In my defense, I didn't
know so many people...

would be lining up to
ruin your life anyway.

So what's the job
you need me for?

I have spent most of the
last year down in Mexico,

leading a joint C.I.A.-D.E.A.
task force...

focused on the Zetas
cartel... 1,000 man-hours.

We have exactly squat
to show for it.

Where in Mexico?

No need to even pack your bags.

The cartel is trying to
establish a foothold in Miami.

We need to shut 'em down there.

Right now, we are focused
on two Mexican nationals.

Ramiro Salazar is the boss.

He's not gonna get my vote
for grandfather of the year.

He's not even the real problem. That
title belongs to Rafael Montero.

He's linked to 10 homicides.
He's totally paranoid.

Every time I get
somebody close to him,

they wind up dead, chopped up in
about a hundred little pieces.

I assume you have a plan.

We caught a break in an
operation out of Veracruz,

found out that two tons of cocaine are
coming into Miami in the next 48 hours.

We need to figure out where
that shipment is landing.

I'm in.

[ Knocking ]

Who is it? Your mother.

[ Nate ] And me, Bro.

Nate, what are you doing here?

Well, I guess I could ask
you the same question.

- Where's Ruth and the baby?
- Back in Vegas.

Look, I heard what
went down around here.

I figured you could
use some support.

I'm gonna be staying
for a while.

You don't need to do that.
Look, uh, Michael...

The reason that I, uh,
dragged Nate over here...

is I thought it would be nice if the two
of you talked about, you know, things.

- [ Sighs ] - 'Cause, God
knows, you never talk to me.

I just can't do this right now. I have an
assignment that may help me get to see Fiona.

Okay, okay. Not now. I get it.

Mom, just not right now. Mm-hmm.

All right. Take care,
you and Fiona both.

[ Michael Narrating ] Going to prison is
always a possibility for an operative.

When your job involves working outside
the law, sometimes it can't be avoided.

If you find yourself inside, the
first thing to remember is patience.

You have to take your time,
figure out who the players are...

and stay out of trouble
as long as you can.

[ Chuckles ] Because
inevitably...

trouble will come to you.

[ Chuckling ]

No need to eat off the floor.
Here.

Welcome to Allarod Federal Pen.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman ] There's a spot
over here if you want it.

You know, I'd think twice
before eating that.

D.B. thinks she's, uh,
queen of the cellblock.

She does this to every
single new girl.

So here's the deal, all right?
Everyone's looking at you right now.

And if, uh, you don't
eat her little gift,

you're spitting in her face.

She's your enemy. And if I do?

Then she owns you.

See, I made that mistake when I first got
here. I took her little gift and, you know,

kind of got a little tired of her
telling me what to do all the time.

So she gave me another little gift.
A scar to remember her by.

Thanks for the tip.

I never did care
much for apples.

[ Apple Hits Floor ]

Man, these guys are hard-core.
Is that a problem there, champ?

Because Michael led me to believe
that you had experience with cartels.

No, I do. I just don't usually spend
my vacation days going after guys...

that feed their enemies
to alligators.

All right, then. Let's
get down to business.

[ Exhales ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sam Groans, Sighs ]

[ Breathes Heavily ]
You must be Card.

Sam Axe.

I'm sorry. Is that
what I think it is?

Yep. Welcome to my least
favorite job ever.

Okay, what's with the corpse? It's
part of our cover I.D. with Montero.

You two will approach as D.E.A.
agents Alex Russel and Ben Osborne.

You will tell them that you
are skimming agency funds.

Your boss found out.
You shot him.

- Our boss being that dead guy?
- Yes.

Might seem like a bit much,
but without that dead body,

Montero's not gonna
buy your story.

- Where did we get the dead guy?
- Oh, he's a gunshot victim,

courtesy of the
coroner's office.

I'll go... get the guy ready.
[ Grunts ]

The idea being you
went to gun him down,

and you stumbled across an op that
he was running against the cartels.

We scare Montero into moving his
shipment someplace we can bust it.

All right, listen to me carefully.
You gotta have each other's backs.

If Montero even looks at you
sideways, you pull out. You get it?

When you go in, you're gonna
be mostly by yourselves.

You'll have each other...
and this bug.

Flick the top of that
pen, you're transmitting.

It'll make it through most scans
and has a range of three miles.

Michael. Michael!

Please don't break it.

Red tape is brutal at
the Agency these days.

I'll guard it with my life.

That-a-boy.

[ Knocks ]

What the hell is this?

Surveillance, Miami style.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean, you can't park a block away from Diego's
and not get the best cafecitos in town.

[ Chuckles ]

What? I figured mojitos
were out of the question.

Is Mike's bug live? No.

Doesn't go live till
he approaches Montero.

** [ Salsa ] [ Women
Laughing, Chattering ]

Think Montero's gonna
be hard to spot?

[ Exclaims, Laughs ]

- Ooh! - ** [ Man
Singing In Spanish ]

[ Woman Squeals ] [
Montero Exclaims ]

[ Michael ] Jesse, wait up.

We got a problem.
I miss something?

The man with Montero knows me. His
name is Gellman. He's a drug lawyer.

I met him on another job.
"Met" as in...

Let's just say he lost one of his clients
permanently because of me. I'm calling this off.

Calling it off? Wait. Mike, he knows you.
He doesn't know me.

Just give me the bug.
I'll make the approach.

The whole point is
it's a two-man job.

No. The whole point is this
is your one chance to see Fi.

I can't let you do this.
Mike, I'm doing this.

Jesse. Fi's my friend too.
I want to help.

Just get out of here before
you get spotted. Come on.

Just go. I got this, man.

What the hell is going on? You're
supposed to be up with Jesse.

Change of plans. [ Sighs ]

Let me see if I've got this straight. So
you left Jesse up there all by himself.

- Do you know how dangerous Montero is?
- I would have blown my cover.

I didn't have a choice.
Sure you did.

You could have called it off, like you were
trained to do, like you were ordered to do.

- What do you think you're doing? -What does
it look like I'm doing? Playing tiddlywinks?

I'm going to extract your buddy.
This is over.

We had exactly one chance
to get these guys.

Maybe we could have regrouped if you and
Porter had aborted, but you didn't.

So, here's a suggestion. [
Whistles ] Here's a suggestion!

- Suit up! - No.

At this point, Michael,
you're not thinking clearly.

You're distracted. You're desperate
to get your girlfriend out of prison.

But here's the bottom line.

You just put my mission and
your pal's life on the line.

Let me tell you something, Card.
You need a win, badly.

You wouldn't have let me anywhere
near this op if you didn't.

Now, you trained me.
You know me.

I'm the same operative
as I was before.

You let me see this through.

[ Jesse On Radio ] The bug is live.
I'm about to go in.

Guys, we got a man wading
into deep water out there.

So we gotta fish or cut bait,
but we gotta decide now.

Fine.

Let's go ahead and see if
you can still run an op.

[ Michael Narrating ] The mark of a good
operative is being able to adjust...

to changing situations, like
losing a teammate on the fly.

It's never ideal. But if you know
what you're doing, you adjust...

Hold up. Mind if I join you?

And do the best you can.

Sorry, compadre. It's a private party.
Pretty girls only.

Oh, oh. Trust me. I'm the prettiest
thing you're gonna see all day.

We need to talk, Mr. Montero, and I'm
here to make you a limited-time,

not-to-be-repeated
type of an offer.

Whoo! D.E.A.!

Get wet, girls.

All right. Okay.

Agent Russel, my client's
got nothing to say to you.

And if you want to contact my client,
you're gonna do it through me,

in the appropriate
manner, through the...

Uh-oh, official channels, all that.
I got it. I respect it.

- Plug your ears, hmm? [
Chuckles ] - [ Chuckles ]

I have access to a D.E.A. safe house filled
with information about an investigation...

into your client and his
friends in Los Zetas.

Now, I would be willing to arrange for
your client to visit this safe house...

for a reasonable price. Stop.

Stop right there.

Mr. Montero, as your lawyer,
I shouldn't be hearing this,

but I strongly advise
you finish your lunch.

Okay. Anyway,

due to circumstances that
I'd rather not get into,

I have to torch
said safe house...

within the next, oh, I
don't know, 12 hours.

You really want to check it
out before that happens.

Mmm. And how would I
repay your kindness?

I'm glad you asked. If you like what
you see, which I know that you will,

you put me on the payroll, hmm?

I'd be, like, your
guy in the D.E.A.

Oh, sorry, I'm not hiring.
I got all the guys I need.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, well, I suggest
that you create a new opening.

[ Chuckles ] You don't walk away,
I'll create a big opening.

One push of this, and you're
bloodier than my steak.

Okay. I take it that
you're not interested.

I'm gonna keep it moving.

Well, um, your loss. And when you
lose the two tons of coke...

coming up from Veracruz,
don't say I didn't warn you.

Adios, amigo. Wait. What?

What do you think I've been talking about?
Your shipment's about to get busted.

That's what I'm selling here. A chance for
you to save your new franchise in Miami.

- Oh. - Hmm?

[ Chuckles ]

- You're one hell of a salesman.
- Oh, thank you.

Let's go see this place.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Jesse ] What'd I say?

Look at all this. You
recognize that guy?

- [ Door Closes ] - Is it me, or does,
uh, someone have a secret admirer?

Operation Frostbite?

Yeah, it's the code
name for the op.

"Request for SWAT approved for
location Zebra 316, 1900 hours"?

Yep. That's code for "They're about to
bust the hell out of your shipment."

How do they know about this?
Huh?

[ Jesse ] Hey. Okay, hey. [ Montero
] Who's in charge of this place?

Mr. Montero, as I mentioned, I don't
want to get into the details, okay?

Enough games. Okay? You
trying to play me?

Are you trying to play me?

If you don't tell me
what I want to know,

I'm gonna take this knife, and I'm gonna
gut you right here where you stand.

It's-It's my boss. It's
my... It's my boss's op.

Where is he? I was skimming cash.
He found out.

I just... I...

I-I kinda accidentally
discharged my weapon...

into his body four times.

[ Sighs, Laughs ]

He kind of accidentally
shot his boss four times.

[ All Chuckle ] I love it!

I stashed the body. I came
straight to you, man. Hand to God.

You stashed the body? Where?

Oh. Bomp-bom!

Dom-dom.

- That's a year's worth of bacon.
- Yeah, that's good old Zack.

Zack Simon. He ran the task
force assigned to you guys.

[ Sighs ] Yeah. Nice
piece of shooting.

Guess I have a knack for it.

Knack for it? [ Chuckles ]

I like you! [ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Get him to move the shipment.

When he doesn't check in, he's gonna
be missed. Okay? Which means...

you guys gotta redirect
your shipment, like, now.

There's actually a spot in Dadeland Cove
that would be perfect. The local P.D....

They got a beef with the D.E.A., so
they don't let 'em operate in the area.

- Dadeland Cove, huh?
- Yeah, safest place in Miami, man.

I'll think about it.

In the meantime, we need
to go talk to somebody.

Let's go take a ride.
Yeah. I just...

Bingo. Montero took the bait.

[ Michael ] Probably
taking Jesse...

to get the official okay
to move the shipment.

Okay, it looks like
they're moving.

- [ Engine Starts ] -
Let's get this done.

[ Michael Narrating ] Prison, or any
confined institutional environment,

is just about the worst place
possible to make an enemy.

The regular schedule means your enemies
know where you are every hour of the day,

while crowded living conditions mean
they can choose the time and place...

that is best for an attack.

Usually, the best thing you can do is stay
moving, stay aware and stay paranoid.

Oh, hey. Whoa! Whoa.

Oh, my. Nice reflexes. Sorry.

Remind me to never
sneak up on you again.

I thought you were one of them.

Man, I've been seeing
them eyeballing you.

D.B. can hold such a grudge.

Is there any way to get back to the cellblock
without going through my new fan club?

Yeah. I mean, that's easy. Just
go and mouth off to Clyde.

Yard time's almost over, so before he
rounds everybody up, go bust his chops.

I mean, you're not gonna get lunch, but
it's better than getting your ass beat.

[ Woman On P.A. ] Guard Jones to the
east gate. Guard Jones to the east gate.

[ Whistle Blows ] Off the wall, Glenanne!
You know the rules!

Oh, I like it here.

One more chance.

You want to do it that way?
Fine by me.

But you're not gonna last long
in here playing those games.

[ Michael Narrating ] Most
survival strategies in prison...

- don't involve making many friends.
- Move!

When it's just about staying
alive, you do what you have to.

Okay, where the hell is
Montero taking Jesse?

I thought they were
meeting the boss.

I'm guessing that place doesn't
belong to the head of a cartel.

[ Michael ] We may have caught a break.
This could be their stash house.

What are you doing here?

You can't just show up here. You're right.
I could have called.

But I wanted you to say to my face why you
didn't tell me about the D.E.A.'s plan...

- to bust my shipment.
- What are you talking about?

[ Chuckles ] I was at
the safe house, cabrón.

The one with my pictures
all over the walls,

with the files that the D.E.A.
has on the investigation.

The kind of information
that I pay you for.

[ Sam ] Uh, Mike, this
doesn't sound good.

I don't know anything about
a bust or a safe house.

And who's this guy?

[ Chuckles ] Are you kidding me?

What the hell is the
matter with you?

He's D.E.A. just
like you, cabrón.

[ Man ] D.E.A.? This guy?

Oh, that's just beautiful.

Montero's got a D.E.A.
agent working for him now.

I've never seen him
before in my life!

That's the best you
can do, Agent Kemp?

You've never seen me before? Seriously?
Don't you see what's going on here?

He didn't tip you about the bust 'cause he's the
one that told the D.E.A. about the shipment.

He's been playing you, man.

- I swear, Montero. He's lying.
- Of course he's gonna say I'm lying.

What's he gonna say, "I sold you out"? Please.
I've seen better acting in a porn film.

Okay, well, we're gonna have to sort
this out, because one of you...

is telling the truth,

and the other is
eating a bullet.

Mike, we don't have a lot of
time to get Jesse out of there.

Something tells me Montero's
the itchy-finger type.

Card and I will take the
front, draw their fire.

You go out back. You get Jesse.
Wait for my signal.

Montero, think about it. I told you
everything I knew about the joint task force.

I mean, how many operations did I
give up, huh? How many informants?

I gave you their names,
where you could find them.

That's why all our
undercovers got killed.

When we go in, that son
of a bitch is mine.

[ Kemp ] How else could
you take them out?

Makes sense, cabrón. Why would he turn
over all these rats for me to slice up...

if he wasn't on our side?

I'm starting to like his
story more than yours.

Okay, hold up. Hold...
Don't do anything stupid.

Stupid? Just listen to me!

Everyone, listen to me, okay?

This is all gonna work itself out.
No need to rush into anything.

Guys, guys, hold on a second. I
think Jesse's making a play.

Can you... Can we point the gun
away from my head, please?

Thank you. All right.

Your boy Kemp here gave up some
people that he said were informants.

That does not mean that they were informants.
He gave you some names. So what?

Well, how come we didn't get busted
the whole time I was paying him?

Because he's reeling you in.
Reeling him in, how?

You let the small shipments go. You nail
the big ones. That's how deep cover works.

Tell him, Kemp.
Montero, he's lying.

Let's just slow down, and
we'll talk about this.

Ooh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?
Yeah, okay.

Let me tell you why he
wants you to "slow down."

- His cover's been blown.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the D.E.A.
extraction team...

that's about to barge in here any
second, try to save your sorry ass.

When that happens, you'll all
know I've been telling the truth.

But it'll be too late, 'cause we'll all
be busted and on our way to prison.

- Thank you very much. - Montero,
there is no D.E.A. team, all right?

- I promise. - Shh!

[ Static Crackles ]

- I don't see nothing.
- [ Chuckles ]

Try his radio.

Try his radio. I promise
you, you'll hear 'em coming.

Montero, this is crazy!
Nobody is coming!

I'll get a D.E.A. frequency.

Go get this puto's radio.

Yeah, yeah. Go get
this puto's radio.

Mike, we're really gonna try and
sell that we're here to rescue Kemp?

It might be our only shot
to get Jesse out alive.

[ Static ]

[ Card ] All personnel,
proceed with caution.

Assume that the suspects are
armed and dangerous. Over.

[ Michael ] Roger that. Over.

[ Card ] Be aware, we
have one friendly inside.

Do not fire on Agent Kemp.

- Ooh! - Please, Montero!

I don't know who these
people are, I swear!

- Montero, please! I don't know
these people! - Come here.

Come here. No, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you. What,
am I gonna shoot a cop?

Come here. [ Chuckles ]

You're gonna signal them
that everything's fine.

And then we're just gonna
sit here and talk. Okay?

[ Michael ] I've got a visual on Kemp.
I repeat.

I have a visual on Agent Kemp.

- I got a better idea. Go out and
talk to them yourself! - [ Gunshot ]

Agent down!

- Agent down! - [
Montero ] Let's go!

- Looks like Jesse pulled it off.
- [ Tires Squealing ]

You wanted Kemp? There he is.

Forgot what a pleasure
it is working with you.

[ Woman ] So I've been asking around the
cellblock, and the news isn't good.

Word is, standing next to you
is a good way to catch a shank.

We'll have to make sure
that doesn't happen.

Apparently D.B. and her crew are
gonna jump you in the laundry room.

But I can get you
transferred to the kitchen.

It's way safer, and they
keep the work teams small.

Well, that'll save me a beating
while I'm on work duty.

They can still get to me anywhere else.
I need a weapon.

I mean, to take out all three? Come on,
it's not like we have machine guns in here.

Just tell me what you can get,
and I'll figure something out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Creating tools in prison...

is about working
with what you have.

Some things are simple, like making
a knife by sharpening a toothbrush.

But with a little effort, it's
possible to get more sophisticated.

Tightly rolled magazine pages soaked in
salt water can create a serviceable club.

You can make a prison lighter...

by short-circuiting a double-A
battery with some wire...

and stripping the insulation
at the ignition point.

Once you're done,

the issue is hiding
what you've made.

[ Clyde ] Glenanne!

Yard time. Let's go.

All the weapons in the
world won't help you...

- Let's go. - if they're sitting
in the warden's office.

[ Gate Closes ] [
Buzzer Sounds ]

Carrying off a successful
attack in prison,

or any institutional
environment, is a challenge.

There are simply more factors to
consider than in a regular fight.

You have to deal
with bystanders,

any of whom could decide
to jump in on either side.

Open Cellblock D.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]
Yard time, ladies!

And, of course, if you
don't remove the guards,

the fight will be over
before it starts.

Let's move! Even if you
do everything right,

you'll only have a
small window of time.

But hopefully,
that's all you need.

[ Chattering ] [ Man On P.A.
] Code red, Tier Three!

There's a code red
in Tier Three!

- There's a fire on Cellblock D!
- [ Clyde ] Fire, Cellblock D!

[ Female Guard ] Hey!
Fire in Cellblock D!

Fire! [ All Shouting ]

[ Clyde ] Everybody, get out!

- [ Shouting ] - [ Clyde
] Ladies, clear out!

One by one, down the gate!

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts, Groans ]

Behind you! [ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Grunts ] [ Groans ]

[ Coughs ]

Fi. Come on! [
Inmates Cheering ]

[ Michael Narrating ] The most
dangerous time in an infiltration...

is often when you've completely sold
your target and made your way in.

The reason is that your target is
usually bringing you to his boss,

and upper management tends
to be harder to convince.

How could they have found
out about Black Rock Cove?

We've been sending our
shipments there for months.

Kemp was a D.E.A. plant.
That puto sold us out. Kemp?

You were the one who vouched for that rata.
I know, Don Ramiro.

But I took care of it.

This is our new D.E.A. agent. Our
friend here is gonna help us out.

You got nothing to worry about, sir. I got
you a new place to send your shipment.

It's all good. He says
Dadeland Cove is clear.

- D.E.A. can't operate there, right?
- Right, yeah.

You believe this man?

- Don Ramiro, I saw the man that he
killed with my own eyes. - Fine.

Go see this raid at Black
Rock Cove with your own eyes.

Wait, wait. Whoa. Hold on. You want
us to go look for a D.E.A. raid?

Yes. That way, we know
you're telling the truth.

That way, we know we
can move our shipment.

Okay. Okay, I'm just saying it
could be a little dangerous.

You know? And if
they see me, I'm...

You claim to be a friend.

Show us what a good
friend you really are.

Okay, we gotta get a whole
squad of D.E.A. guys...

- over to Black Rock Cove right now.
- Only there's no time.

All my agents are already set up at
Dadeland Cove, awaiting the real shipment.

Fine. We'll be the team.

Jesse and Montero just need to see
enough to sell that there is a raid.

- A few cars, a few guns in the
right place. - I like it, Mike.

We don't have a lot of time.

Let me deal with that.
[ Engine Starts ]

Michael! That was some
pretty fancy driving.

I'm still not sure that gives us enough of
a head start on Montero and Jesse though.

Montero's not gonna risk a speeding ticket.
We have five minutes, give or take.

Oh, great. Five minutes until
the guys with guns show up.

No problem.

[ Michael Narrating ] Convincing
someone that they're looking...

at an army that's not there
is about the little details.

The barrel of a
high-powered rifle,

combined with the bulkiness of a
seat back under a plastic tarp,

can sell the presence of a team of concealed
snipers ready to supply cover fire.

A heavily loaded vehicle positioned
at a natural choke point...

gives the impression of an assault
team ready to storm the target.

And a few well-placed
agents with earpieces...

look just like spotters set
to guide an assault team.

All right, here they come.

Time to put on our best D.E.A.
faces.

So where's this raid, cabrón?
I don't see nobody.

I told you, man. These guys aren't gonna
just set up out in the open, okay?

Look harder.

Okay, right there.

Right there. You see
that van by the water?

Look at the guy sitting up front.
See how low he's riding?

That's a comm van with a
strike team in the back.

Hijos de puta. You're right.

Here, let me see. Let me see.

Bam. Right there, on top of the building.
What, what, what?

Snipers. Where?

[ Montero ] Ho, ho, ho.

These guys don't mess
around, do they?

That's why I shouldn't
be here right now.

Okay.

Right there by the dock. You see the
guy with the earpiece? Check him out.

That's a lookout. He's
reporting back to the van.

Something tells me the guy behind the
wheel is calling the shots here.

No, that puto only thinks he is.

- Yeah. - [ Rapid Beeping ]

Don Ramiro? The new guy was telling
the truth. The D.E.A. is here.

It's safe to move the
shipment to the new location.

[ Chuckles ] All right.

All right, we good? Yes, we're good.
We're very good.

Okay. Just gotta get the guns.

The guns? Hold on. Wait a minute. Wait
a minute. What are you talking about?

Salazar wants us to keep the D.E.A.
busy while the shipment comes in.

We're just gonna start shooting
at the D.E.A.? Are you crazy?

Relax, bro. They're looking the other way.
They'll be dead before they know what hit 'em.

I say we hit the van first.
Guys, you heard that, right?

Get out of the van now, Michael.

I'm not bailing now. Montero
will know we're listening,

and Jesse's cover will be blown.

It doesn't matter, Michael!
Get out of the van now!

- Watch me light these pigs up.
- We are not getting Jesse...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell?
You're letting him get away!

Forget the driver. The team's in the back.
Their weapons, their explosives.

Oh, yeah.

Whoo!

Burn in hell, hijos de puta!

Whoo!

Mmm! You two stay
here and pick off...

these D.E.A. pendejos when they
come back to check on the van.

All right. Come on, let's go
check on our shipment. Yeah.

Happy hunting, cabrones.

[ Montero ] You made us a
lot of money today, cabrón.

[ Chuckles ] Anything
to help, man.

[ Chuckles ] Man!

I wish I could have seen
those pigs burn myself.

Love a good barbecue.
[ Chuckling ] Yeah.

[ Phone Rings ] Yeah, me too.

- Oh. - [ Rings, Beeps ]

Don Ramiro. Yeah, yeah.
We're on our way.

[ Montero ] You should have seen
the way we shot up the D.E.A.

Oh, really?

Then explain why our
entire shipment,

our entire operation in Miami, is getting
swept up by the D.E.A. as we speak?

I-I... I don't understand.
Get back here.

We need to discuss
what happened today.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Uh...

The shipment. The D.E.A.
hit the shipment.

I-I... I don't understand.
[ Rapid Beeping ]

Hey, what's happening?

Don Ramiro just called. He said
that the D.E.A. hit the shipment?

I told him the D.E.A. is there.
I told him I shot them.

There's no one here. What?

- The van! What about the van?
- No one came to check up on it.

[ Groans ] [ Beeps ]

[ Chuckles ] You... You, you.

This was you, huh? You set me up!
Listen, listen!

You set me up! Listen! You pull
that trigger, you're dead.

The cartel is gonna kill you
for this, and you know it.

Look, putting a bullet in my head
is not gonna change that. Okay?

I got another business
proposition for you.

Listen to me! Just listen to me!
Put the gun down.

Come work for us.

Think about it, man.
It's your only move.

Maybe my move is I shoot you in the
head, and I do my time like a man!

Do your time? Wh-What, you think Ramiro
is gonna let you just sit in prison?

Why not? I was a
good soldier, huh?

Who knows everything
about his operation.

Who's already been
duped by the D.E.A.

Something tells me that Ramiro
is not the kind of guy...

that's gonna take the risk of
letting you just hang around.

Now you might be crazy,
but you're not stupid.

Put the gun down. Come work
with us, and you will live.

¡Hijo de puta!

Oh, no! [ Shouting ]

[ Groans ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Sighs ] Okay, man.

My Spanish is a little rusty,
but I assume that meant "yes"?

Like I said, you're one
hell of a salesman.

[ Sighs ]

[ Whistles ]

Landed a two-ton cocaine bust,
a dirty D.E.A. agent...

and a cooperating witness.

That's a hell of a plate appearance. You
scored some major points at Langley today.

- Does that mean I get to see Fiona?
- After today's win,

I don't think that's
gonna be a problem.

- [ Radio Beeps ] - [
Michael ] Thanks, Card.

[ Chatter On Police Radio ]

Come back to the office with me.
Get some yogurt.

Hey, Bro, it's me.
Still with the gun?

You're in worse shape
than we thought.

Any more word about Fi?

- I might be able to see her soon.
- That's great.

I'm happy for you, man.

I really appreciate
you coming by, Nate,

but you should be home
with Ruth and the baby.

Yeah, I should.

But here's the thing.
Mike, I can't.

That's actually why I came over. You know,
Mom didn't drag me all the way down here...

just because you were
having problems.

Ruth left me. She took the baby,

and that's how come I'm staying
with her for a little while.

[ Sighs ] What happened?

I don't know. [ Chuckles ]

I mean, I... I tried so
hard to be a good dad...

and a good husband, you know?

[ Sniffles ] Then one day,
she just called it quits.

I'm really sorry, Nate.

Me too.

Anyways, I'm gonna get out
of your hair, all right?

But, uh, I just wanted to stop
by, see how you were doing.

Hey, Nate.

Yeah?

Why don't you stay?

Thanks.

Make sure you get the
bottoms of the pans,

'cause if there's any spots, you'll
be put back on laundry detail.

Yeah, well, I'm working on it. It's
just this water is so damn hot.

I know, it's so boiling.

I think they do that
to mess with us.

But it's still the
best job you can get,

because it's the most privacy
we are ever gonna have.

Oh. Thanks for getting
me the transfer.

Oh, you're welcome. The
guard owed me a favor.

Hmm.

Well, let me know if there's
anything I can do to pay you back.

Well, just scrub those pans really
hard and make me look good.

Oh, I see... Yeah, there's,
like, one spot left there.

Uh, I don't see it.

- [ Grunts ] - [ Groans ]

[ Muffled Shout ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Muffled Moan ]

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ] Who sent
you to kill me?

- Was it D.B.? Did she put you up to this?
- No!

Who sent you?

There was a cell phone
under my pillow!

A phone? What the hell
are you talking about?

I got a phone call, and they said
they would kill my sister...

if I didn't kill you.

If I'd get close to you,
do it somewhere quiet.

- Tell me who. - I don't know!

But they said they
wanted you dead!