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- My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

[phone rings] - We got a burn notice on you.

You're blacklisted. - [Whistles]

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.

- 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?

- And old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI...

- You know spies.

Bunch of bitchy little girls.

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

[Phone rings] - 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.

[Gunshot]

Hey! Nate! Nate!

- Gray shot your brother.

- You ordered him to!

Card's dead, Fi, now we need a way out of here.

- There's a full tactical support team on site

and some heavy hitter seems to be running the show.

- You killed tom card and your friends helped you escape.

You are now enemies of the United States of America.

- Now I didn't betray my country.

I was trying to protect it.

- I don't care.

- Riley has gone rogue.

She sent a hit team after us.

- Drop it, Westen.

- Heave to and stop your vessel.

- Either you confess or we both die right now.

I think it's time to make that call.

- Five, four... - It ends today.

- All right, I'll call!

- Three... - Just call them off.

- Two... - gunnery station, stand down.

- We've been here three weeks.

How long does it take to "sort out what happened"?

When are we gonna get out?

In Panama, you said that we were done with all this.

You said it would just be us.

- I needed to protect you.

I needed to protect all of us.

- Michael, what have you done? - I made a deal.

- No.

[Crowd shouting]

- [Speaking Spanish]

- You're done, pal.

You give new meaning to the word "despised."

In addition to your impressive list of felonies,

you just brought down one of the most respected CIA officers

Langley every produced.

The CIA, the NSA, the NCTC, everybody,

every intelligence organization

is calling for your head on a pike,

which means you get to look forward

to spending the rest of your life in a dark hole.

And not just you, Michael.

See your friends there?

You may be able to live out the rest of your days

in a cold, concrete box, but do you really think they can?

They're never gonna see the sun again.

In short, my friend, you're screwed.

But guess what.

It's your lucky day.

Because I just happen to be in the market

for someone just like you.

[Crowd shouting]

We're going after the leader of a terrorist network

based in the Dominican Republic.

We need to get somebody close to this bastard,

find out what he's up to, and take him down.

Now I have tr... we've tried for years

to get somebody close to him.

But I think that you can succeed where others have failed.

Because it turns out you used to work with this son of a bitch

back in the good old days.

- [Screams]

[Crowd chanting in Spanish]

- And fortunately, you've already set up

a perfect cover I.D. By stabbing your old agency in the back

and trying to blackmail your way out of it and that's...

That's exactly what I need.

I need the old Michael Westen from before the burn notice,

before this extended Miami vacation,

the Michael Westen that got the job done no matter what.

So do we have a deal?

[Crowd chanting in Spanish]

[Cheering]

- A deep cover job changes you

in ways that are hard to describe.

To become another man for months or years,

it's impossible to go through

and not be affected at the most basic level.

In a way, that's the point.

Deep cover is only used to go after the hardest targets.

The ones who can't be approached.

The ones who can see through the smooth lie.

The ones who know the real thing when they see it.

The only way in with a target like that

is to become the real thing.

Every hour, every day, whether you're in public or alone,

you have to live the life

of the man you're claiming to be.

It creeps into your soul after a while.

Spend enough time posing as an alcoholic ex-spy

committing the occasional crime to pay the rent

and the line between fiction and fact becomes blurry.

Eventually, the question isn't

whether the cover I.D. Will attract the target.

It's whether there will be enough of you left

to complete the mission when it does.

[All speaking Spanish]

- No, gringo.

This time you fight for free.

- Is this about Marquez?

'Cause if he's asking for more money,

then you're gonna have to take it up with him.

- Been a long time.

- Burke?

What the hell are you doing here?

- Enjoying the Santo Domingo sunshine.

Looking up old friends.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

- Good. Get him to the hospital.

Michael and I have some catching up to do, don't we?

- Randall Burke, what's it been? Ten years?

- Something like that.

- Most people, when they're looking to get back in touch,

don't send guys with blades.

- Nothing personal, Nick.

Just wanted to see if you could still handle yourself.

- Why's that?

- I got a job coming up.

I was hoping you might be right for it.

- Well, now you know.

- Maybe. Maybe not.

- Seems to me the last time we saw each other,

I was dragging your ass out of a firefight in Dagestan.

You remember that?

- Like it was yesterday, brother.

- I'm that same guy. - Are you?

- [Coughs]

- You see, the thing about that guy, Mike,

is he had a fire inside.

Back then, you were capable of things

I didn't even know were possible.

This guy?

What, are you getting drunk before noon?

Come on.

- Everybody hits a low patch now and then,

but I'm still in the game.

Took care of your two guys, didn't I?

- That never would have happened to the Michael I knew.

- What, this?

Oh, come on, it's a scratch.

I'll tell you what.

First job, half off.

I'll call it the friends and family discount.

- It's not about the money, Mike.

- Well, then what's it about? Because I want a job.

Burke, I need a job. - We'll see.

- I don't wanna see.

I know... I know what that means.

- You should take care of yourself.

- Burke?

To old friends?

[Cheers and applause]

- Tell me about your meeting with Burke.

Do we have liftoff?

- No, he's feeling me out.

- Feeling you out? What does that mean?

- He's interested, but he thinks I might have lost my edge.

- Any chance your nonstop booze-a-thon

has given him second thoughts?

I warned you not to take that dead end act too far.

- Burke won't believe

a top shelf operative fell into his lap.

He's gotta think I'm damaged goods or the story falls apart.

- Well, you better hope so 'cause the clock is ticking.

If he walks away...

- I know what I'm doing, strong.

Stop second guessing me from the sidelines.

- Sidelines? [Chuckles]

Westen, this investigation has taken up eight years of my life,

it's dragged me across three continents,

and it ended my marriage.

And what does it all add up to?

You, my friend.

- I'm doing the best I can.

- You know what, we have an agreement.

My end of the deal was to save your friends.

Your end was to take Burke down, not do the best you can.

And that means you do whatever it takes.

You understand?

- For a spy operating under a cover I.D.,

security options are limited.

You can't exactly hire a guard

or install an expensive alarm system

if you're supposed to be barely scraping by.

That means you have to improvise.

Connecting a motion sensor in your apartment

to a porch light, for example, can protect your home

and protect your identity.

It's also a good idea to find a place you can get into

without using the front door.

Most people don't go looking for second floor apartments

with windows facing an alley,

but in a pinch, there's nothing like it.

Wow, you really don't learn.

You were the one with the knife in the alley.

- Relax, Michael.

Nobody's here to hurt you.

You know, Michael, I almost didn't come tonight.

Pablo made a pretty good case.

Finding an operative like you cooling his heels in the D.R.

Is almost too good to be true.

- Glad to know I have a fan.

So what are you doing here?

- I've got a soft spot for old friends, Mike.

- Tell me about the job. I'm ready.

- Slow down.

We gotta make sure you're up to the task first.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- It means you're done with this lighter fluid.

[Liquid pours]

You're clean starting now.

- Cold Turkey. [Chuckles]

Uh, I can't do that.

- Oh, but you can.

You just signed up

for the world's most effective detox program, Mike.

You take one more drink,

I put a bullet in the back of your head.

- Huh, that's a little extreme, don't you think?

- Let me make one thing perfectly clear.

I'm not just offering you a new job.

I'm offering you a new life, Michael.

But in this new life, there's no second chances.

Do you understand me? - Yeah, I understand.

[Upbeat music]

*

- oh, Javi.

Just the guy I want to see.

Did you talk to the caterer for Elsa's party

for the birthday thing?

Did you guys get the cake? - Yes, they deliver it Tuesday.

So there's this, um...

- okay, but she doesn't know, right?

I mean, look, I'm counting on you here, okay?

This is a covert op, my friend.

This is top secret.

- Of course.

I, uh... actually, I came over

because there's a man waiting for you in the member's lounge.

He says it's important.

It's concerning a friend of yours.

A Michael Westen?

- Jean Fournier, direction generale

de la securite exterieure.

- So you're French Intel? - Yes.

Thank you for meeting with me.

- Oh, it's no problem, but I gotta be straight with you.

I haven't seen Mike since last year.

- Oh, well, perhaps it's worth a discussion in any case.

It is a matter of great importance.

My agency has been running a mission

in the Dominican Republic and your friend Monsieur Westen

has been observed working with some men

that we believe to be extremely dangerous.

Now we need very urgently to know

if he is there on official business.

- Look, I got no clue what Mike is up to.

I mean, why you coming to me?

- Last resort, I'm afraid.

We've contacted our friends at the CIA,

but... [scoffs]

They will tell us nothing.

- Well, then there's your answer.

- Monsieur axe, your friend's life is in danger.

If Westen is CIA, we do one thing.

If he's not, we do something else.

Either way, if you tell us the truth, we can protect him.

- Okay, look, have you spoken with Henri LaBelle?

I worked with him back in '98

when he ran counter-Intel for you guys.

He's pretty tight with Langley too.

- Well, yes, of course.

Henri tried his best, but...

Hmm.

Clever...

Monsieur axe.

There's no real LaBelle, is there?

- Why you asking questions about Mike?

Who the hell are you, pal?

- I'm the man with a knife to your femoral artery.

Let me go...

Or your girlfriend's beautiful place will get very bloody.

Thank you for your time, Monsieur axe.

Au revoir.

- Jesse! Hey, Jesse. - Sam?

I'm sorry I didn't call you back.

I'm a terrible friend. - Yeah, you are.

- I owe you 1/2 jillion mojitos. - Yeah, you do.

- But this is the worst time ever.

- This can't wait.

- Sam, I can't do this right now, okay?

Our system was hacked today.

- Right, and I'm sure this fine young man

can help you fix it later.

- We gotta talk. - No, no, no.

- Nick. - Come on, egg man.

- Nick, you stay right there. - Nick...

- Nick, stay. - Nick, it's okay, buddy.

Time for a ten-minute break.

Thank you, sir.

- What?

- I'm afraid Mike's in trouble.

- You heard from Mike?

- No, but a guy tried to stab me

who came over asking questions about him.

- Asking questions...

Australian guy? Glasses?

- Well, he had glasses, but this guy said

he was with French intelligence.

- Did he? - Yeah.

- My guy said he was in the diamond business.

Said he was looking for a bodyguard with skills.

He asked me if I still worked with Mike.

- Well, then it's the same guy, just a different cover I.D.

- Things are starting to make a little more sense now.

Our system went down like five minutes

after that guy left the building.

- Wait, are you saying that guy's your hacker?

- He's gotta be.

Only question is, what the hell does he want with Mike?

- I don't know, but it's time to circle the wagons.

[Phone rings]

- I'm a little busy right now, Sam.

- Yeah, Fi, look, no matter what you're doing,

I need you to put that on hold for a second, okay?

I need you to meet me and Jesse at Carlito's and...

- can't put it on hold.

I'm on a job.

I'm bringing in a skip.

- Can't Carlos handle this himself?

- Uh-uh.

This is a serious six-figure bad guy.

- You're gonna wanna stop running right now!

I'm telling you, man! - I'm not goin' back to jail!

- You're gonna regret that in about three seconds!

Three!

- Come on, Carlos is a big boy, okay?

- He can handle this solo. - Two!

- Gotta go, Sam.

One. - [Grunts]

You bitch.

- Aw, now, now.

It's just a beanbag round.

And that's no way to talk to a lady.

- Stay down.

- Are you okay?

- I'm better.

[Headset beeps] What is it? What's up?

- Sam keeps calling me.

This better be important.

If I had known this was about Michael, I wouldn't have come.

I haven't seen him in nine months, neither have you.

I have a life now.

I have a new house, a new business, a new man.

- We totally feel you, Fi.

We totally feel you.

Sam and I are gonna handle it.

We're gonna run the mystery guy down.

We already got his plates from the security cameras at work.

- All we're asking is for you to just keep an eye on Maddy.

- That's it. - That's it.

- She has enough on her mind right now.

Charlie's custody hearing is tomorrow.

- Charlie?

Maddy's getting custody of Nate's kid?

Did I miss something?

You guys don't tell me anything, seriously.

- Ruth fell off the wagon.

She's in rehab.

She's not fit to be a mother.

- All the more reason to figure out who this guy is

and what he wants, 'cause like it or not,

Mike's enemies are our enemies.

- Fine.

But I'm doing this for Madeline.

- The concept of only sharing information

that operatives need to know

isn't just used by intelligence agencies.

Terrorists use it too for the same reasons.

It's a challenge when you're infiltrating

a terrorist organization because it means

you don't get to know exactly what you're part of

until it's too late to do anything about it.

This is insane.

You want me to plan charges in a building

I've never seen before.

- Now you've seen it.

- No, what I see is a place crawling with security.

- That's because it's a security firm, Michael.

Defense contractor too.

Think of it as a Latin American version of Blackwater.

- Oh, Blackwater.

Yeah, and we're gonna go in there alone.

That sounds safe.

- That's why he's here.

He used to work with them.

He knows his way around. He'll get you in.

- I don't see any guard logs, employee counts,

no police response times.

I mean, if you want this done right, I need more time.

- Michael, consider this a test

of your ability to operate under challenging conditions.

Now you two are gonna enter the building

as weekend practitioners of the custodial arts.

You'll have key cards that'll get you past the guards.

Once you're inside, Pablo will direct you

to a high security room on the east end of the building.

- And that's where we plant the charges?

- Exactly.

From there, you'll make your way out back.

There'll be a vehicle waiting for you.

If you have any trouble at that point,

I'll be up there to cover you.

- Yeah, you still haven't said anything

about what this job is.

We're blowing something up, but what is that thing?

Why are we blowing it up? Why can't...

- you ask too many questions.

- And maybe you don't ask enough.

Either you're crazy or you're too dumb to care.

- Hey! Listen to me.

This man is one of the bravest men I've ever met.

He has risked his life for me more times than I can count.

You will treat him with the respect he deserves.

I know you have questions

and you'll get your answers eventually.

But that time is not now.

I brought Michael on for a reason.

You are to treat him like a member of this team.

You understand?

Good.

We're on in three hours.

- One, two, we're up, we're up.

Charlie Westen slams one down and the crowd goes wild.

- Fiona, put that thing away.

- Madeline, I told you we have a situation.

- You're damn right we have a situation.

Child services could make a home visit at any time.

For god's sake, I quit smoking for this.

One gun could ruin everything.

- It's just until Sam and Jesse find this guy.

- Why don't we just call the police?

- We will take care of it ourselves

just like we always do.

- That child lost both his parents.

I will not let him lose me.

- Let us worry about any danger.

You just worry about making sure you get to keep Charlie.

- There we go.

Oh, oh, there he goes.

[Phone rings]

- It's Jesse. I gotta take it.

- Tell him to find that guy already.

- Any luck?

- Oh, no luck. All skill.

I ran the guy's plates.

He was driving a rental.

Name on the credit card was Jack Marsden.

- Well, that can't be his real name.

- Well, of course not.

And he only used the card once.

But here's why I'm a genius.

I checked all the other cards

issued by that company the same day.

Found a J.P. Marsden who just used a brand-new card

to rent a house in coconut grove.

A-bam.

- You think he still lives there?

- Sam and I are heading over there right now.

- Smuggling anything into a secure building

is all about misdirection.

You can't keep alarms from going off or dogs from barking,

but you can mask why it's happening.

- [Speaking Spanish]

- A metal detector can't differentiate

between a Smith & Wesson .45

and a steel-sided floor polisher...

[Dog panting]

The same way a bomb-sniffing German Shepherd

doesn't know the difference between the smell of c-4

and nitrogen-based fertilizers.

[All speaking Spanish]

We're at the door.

- Rear exit's clear.

You've got three minutes

before that patrol car circles around again.

- Copy that.

[Keypad beeps]

[Error tone]

[Keypad beeps]

Damn it. [Error tone]

- Did you get the wrong code?

- No, this was right.

They must have changed it.

- What are you doing?

- We'll have to take a guard, get it from him.

- We don't have time for an interrogation.

We'll use the explosive.

We'll get through the door with a cutting charge.

- We've only got one detonator.

- Let me handle that.

Just cover me.

Pablo, please. We don't have time.

- Fine, but do it quickly.

- C-4 is the most popular military explosive

mainly because it's extremely stable.

That's great if safety is your main concern,

but not so great if you're short a detonator.

When you have to improvise,

a primary explosive like Mercury fulminate

mixed with gunpowder can provide the energy needed

to set off a chunk of c-4,

provided you can get them in place

without blowing your hand off.

Here.

Burke, change of plans.

We're coming out hot.

- Copy that.

I'll be ready when you do.

[Alarm blares]

- [Yelling in Spanish]

[Bomb beeps]

[Yelling in Spanish]

- Time to go!

- We have to move, now.

[Grunts]

[Bomb beeps]

- Damn it.

[Bomb beeps]

[Gunfire]

- Gonna meet up in two hours.

Change clothes and switch cars.

Radio silence until then.

[Gunfire]

- This is the place.

Matches the address on the rental agreement.

- I don't see any cars.

Place looks empty. - Maybe, maybe not.

There's the box.

Let's see if he's home.

- An easy way to tell if a house is occupied

is to monitor the electricity usage

with a non-contact voltage meter.

You can do a quick check of the breaker box

and see if anyone's got the lights on.

- Either he likes to sit silently in the dark

- or he's not in there. - Good.

I'm looking forward to surprising the son of a bitch

when he gets back home. - Oh, boy.

You're a little fired up about this one, aren't you?

- He held a switchblade to a very sensitive region of Sam axe

that only Elsa and sandino get to touch.

What?

Sandino's my masseur.

- T.M.I., Sam. T.M.I.

- Once you're at the structure the next step is getting in.

The same portable voltage tester

you used to measure electrical usage

can also detect electrical currents.

Which means, if you can get close

to your target's doors and windows,

you can tell if he's got an active alarm system

with a wave of your hand.

- Okay, we're in.

- Nice.

[Voltage meter beeps] Wait, wait.

Volt meter just spiked.

- I thought you scanned the door.

- I did.

I think something just turned on.

- Can you see what it is?

- Of course, just because they don't have an alarm system

doesn't mean you don't have to worry

about less conventional forms of security.

- Sam, don't move.

Don't move. Don't even breathe.

- What is it? - I said, "don't move"!

- Do you see the guy?

- It's a pretty safe bet that he's not home.

People don't usually wire a claymore mine

to their front door when they're just chilling inside.

- Did you say, "claymore"? - Yeah.

It's on a remote trigger.

I think we just activated it.

- What? How? - Stop! Don't... [Grunts]

It's gotta be something in the lock.

It's probably set to go off when you turn the knob...

Or when you let it go.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

When I turn the knob or let it go?

- Which is it? - I don't know.

Just don't move, don't twitch,

don't blink, don't... Think.

- Excuse me.

I'm here for the Charlie Westen custody case.

- Right this way.

Mr. Emory is waiting for you in the conference room.

- I'm sorry, I though I was meeting with Mr. coyer.

- Actually, no.

A supervisor from the state office

came early this morning to handle your case.

- Why? Is something wrong?

- No, no, it's probably just that your case is sensitive.

- Ah, Mrs. Westen.

- Hi, there. - Hello.

- I'm Warren Emory.

So good to meet you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- I must say, Mrs. Westen,

based on the reports that I've seen,

you're in good position to move forward in your efforts

to become your grandson's legal guardian.

- [Exhales] Thank you.

I'm so relieved.

- Unfortunately there is an issue

that we haven't covered

and we're concerned it may impact

the suitability of the home environment for Charlie.

Specifically your son Michael.

- Michael?

He hasn't... Michael should not be an issue.

I have no contact with him. - Hmm.

- I'm sorry, you have to understand...

- no, I understand. I really do.

But the department, I'm afraid they won't

without some kind of an idea about your son's current status.

- I'm not supposed to talk about Michael.

- Hmm. - That's all I can say.

- Then I'm afraid there's nothing more

that we can do here.

I'm sure we can place Charlie in a foster care...

- no, please!

Michael is working on a government assignment.

That's all I can say.

- Hmm.

Is this something you can, uh, verify?

- Not exactly, but you could look up

my arrest records from last year

when I turned myself in to the police.

We were all released...

Part of a deal that Michael had made with the CIA.

- That's excellent, Mrs. Westen.

I'm glad that we're making progress.

Now, tell me more about this deal.

- How you doing there, Jesse?

Getting a little wobbly here.

- No. No wobbling.

Just gettin' a tool. Hang on.

- You call that a tool?

What the hell are you gonna do with that?

- I left my bomb robot at home, Sam.

Can't disarm the thing.

I'm gonna try to change the blast radius.

[Breathes heavily] Okay.

Can you give me some room to work here?

I'm a little close to sandino territory.

- As I recall, you told me not to move a muscle.

I'm gonna stick with that.

- Fair enough.

- Claymore mines are one of the most lethal

anti-personnel devices in existence.

The shrapnel inside can rip through the wall of a house

and still be deadly up to 200 meters.

- Ooh.

- But because a claymore is a directional charge,

most of the blast is propelled forward,

which means if disarming it isn't an option,

being behind it when it goes off is the next best thing

as long as you have adequate cover.

- Okay.

We can't risk tipping it over.

That's as far as it's gonna go.

- Is that enough? - It should be.

- Should be?

It should be or it is?

"Should be" is how bomb techs lose body parts.

- Okay, then it is.

- Are you lying to me?

- Maybe. I don't know.

Just jump that way, okay?

- Jump far. - Okay, ready?

- No, I'm not ready.

Hold on.

- Where are you going?

- Hey, somebody's gotta take you to the hospital

if this thing goes wrong, right?

Hold on.

Okay.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

That wasn't too bad, huh?

- [Groans]

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Next time, you're on lock duty.

- Next time. Yeah.

- Let's see what this guy was so anxious to protect.

- Well, it's a hell of a way to redecorate.

- Nothing out this way.

You see anything?

- Yeah, check this out.

Looks like someone turned his kitchen

into a fake I.D. Factory.

- Guy must have been a boy scout.

Looks like he prepped every kind of cover I.D.

He could possibly need.

- Airport security, building inspector.

- Here we go. He's even working on...

- what? What is it?

- Aw, Jesus.

- Oh, my god.

[Phone beeps]

[Phone rings]

- Sam, you find anything?

- Fi, where are you?

- Well, I'm waiting for Madeline

to finish her custody meeting. What's wrong?

- We just found a department of children and families I.D.

At the mystery man's house. - What?

- He's in there, Fi!

He's in the same room with Maddy right now!

Get over there!

- Where is the Madeline Westen custody meeting?

- The evaluation is... - Where is she?

- In the conference room at the end of the hall.

- Madeline.

- Fiona, what are you doing back here?

- Where is the man you were talking with?

- Mr. Emory?

He left for Tallahassee. But it's good news.

He's gonna recommend that I get custody of...

- did he ask you anything about Michael?

What exactly did you tell him?

- Oh, my god. No.

- You couldn't steal a car that had air conditioning?

- I chose one that wouldn't stand out.

You want comfort

or you wanna get through this police checkpoint?

And cover your leg.

A new car won't do us much good

if the cops see fresh blood from a bullet wound.

- Hey, you just worry about driving, okay?

[Phone rings]

Bueno?

Yeah, it's good.

- If you work in covert operations long enough,

you develop a sixth sense for when your cover has been blown.

- No, don't worry. I'll take care of it.

Okay, I'll talk to you soon.

- Who was that?

- It's Burke... Checking in.

- I thought we weren't supposed to talk until the rendezvous.

- Yeah, well, I guess he decided to change the plan.

- When you think you might have been compromised,

it pays to trust your instincts.

After all, the only way you know for sure

your cover has been blown

is when someone puts a bullet in the back of your head.

You should probably give me your gun.

If the cops don't buy our story,

I'm gonna have to shoot our way out of this.

- You have a gun.

- Which I'd love to use, but I'm out of ammo.

Remember? Saving your ass back there?

- Listen, if we run into trouble, I'll handle it, okay?

- You're injured. Look, this is crazy.

- No, what's crazy is me giving my gun to a traitor.

Yeah, that's right. I know the truth.

That call?

That was from a friend of mine in Miami.

He just found out you still work for the CIA.

Hands on the wheel, Michael. - Um...

I don't know who your friend is, but they've got bad information.

- From your own mother, pendejo?

You try anything, you die.

- [Speaking Spanish]

- Uh, turistas.

Going to bahi bay... bayahibe.

It's fishing. Pescados.

Fish, fish.

- Names and hotel where you stay.

[Yelling in Spanish]

[Gunfire]

- [Grunts]

- [Yells in Spanish]

- How did it happen?

- Stopped at a checkpoint.

Cop started asking questions.

Pablo, he... he panicked.

Pulled a gun.

I tired to get us out of there, but...

- Did he suffer?

Tell me the truth, Michael.

- Cops fired at the car.

Headshot. He died instantly.

- You need to know we lost a hero today.

And this mission continues only because of what he did.

You understand?

- I just wish I could have saved him.

- I'm sure you did all you could, Michael.

I'm gonna go away for a few days.

I'll be in touch, but I want you to keep a low profile

until I get back.

You stay strong, Michael.

And be ready.

[Exotic music]

*

- [speaking Spanish]

- So you've been a busy boy.

Apparently you blew up about $20 million

of satellite decryption equipment yesterday.

Any idea why?

- No, but it's part of something bigger, a lot bigger.

Burke was clear about that.

What about my cover?

- We have a serious problem.

Someone's been asking around Miami about you.

You think Burke knows?

- No, or I'd be dead.

Pablo said the Miami contact was his, not Burke's.

But whoever he is, he won't keep his secret forever.

- Which is why I'm headed stateside to clean this up.

When's Burke supposed to make contact again?

- Not for at least another 48 hours.

- That's cutting it close, but we don't have much choice.

I need someone in Miami who can hit the ground running,

so you're coming with.

- I'll need to contact Sam and Jesse.

- Don't contact anybody.

This isn't a class reunion.

You get seen in Miami, our whole op is over.

We go in, we stay in the shadows.

No one knows we're there.

We find this son of a bitch

and we put him in the ground.

You understand the stakes, right?

- I understand it's him or me.