All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S07E06.All.or.Nothing.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-DON_track4_[eng]

- 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 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 FBI...

- You know spies... bunch
of bitchy little girls.

- Family too...

[Phone rings] - 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.

- She is all that matters.

It's been an honor, Mike.

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

[Tires screech]

- There was a rumor about
a deep-cover Russian mole

working around Arlington.

- She turned the N.S.A.
Inside out.

- Yeah, and the
information she sent home

got a lot of good agents killed.

Now, if Sonya is that operative,

it's only a matter of time

before she stabs us in the back.

- I just found out

who exposed my identity.

- Who?
- Hacker syndicate.

Based in Miami. Somehow
they found out who I was

and sold me to the
highest bidder.

- What now?

- We destroy them, of course.

- For a spy, running is more

than just a way
to stay in shape.

It keeps your mind focused
and reduces stress,

which are essential when
you're working deep cover.

It also gives you a good excuse
to be in secluded areas,

which makes arranging covert
meetings a lot easier,

if you don't mind being
a little sweaty.

- If that's the price of
a flat stomach after 40,

- count me out.
- Thanks.

- They were popping
champagne corks in Langley

when they read your
latest debrief.

Pulling Sonya
Lebedenko out of Cuba

puts our operation on
a whole new level.

- Glad to hear it.

- So tell me about this
job she wants you to do.

- The target is a hacker
group out of coral gables.

They find hidden offshore
bank accounts and raid them.

They found Sonya's operational
funds and exposed her.

- So this is about revenge?
- No, it's more than that.

These people don't leave
anything to chance.

She wants everything the
hackers know about them,

and then she wants
them destroyed.

- So how does Sonya
plan to do this?

- I don't know, we're meeting
at a downtown restaurant.

She'll give me the details then.

- Good. Okay, just
one other thing.

I made arrangements
with Fiona Glenanne

to support you on
this, so tell Sonya...

- No. Strong, no. No.
- You were the one who roped her

into dealing with the
Russian bureaucrat

to help free Sonya, and she
crushed it, by the way.

I would be an idiot to leave
that kind of talent...

- I promised Fiona that she
wouldn't be involved in this.

- Well, that wasn't your
call to make, was it?

Look, Michael, we are this close

to the top of the pyramid.

Sonya is our only way in.

I need this to go off
without a hitch.

Now run along.

You're gonna want to shower
before you go to that lunch.

- You clean up nice.

- Not so bad yourself.
Nice place.

A bit fancy for a
planning meeting.

- Who said we were planning?

This is step one
of the operation.

One of our fellow restaurant
patrons is a software developer

who happens to be carrying
a nasty computer virus

he developed for the D.O.D.

We're going to be stealing it.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

My instructions were to be
here at 1:00 and be ready.

- How can we be ready if we
don't know who the target is?

- There will be a
medical emergency

in the next few minutes.

He or she will be our target.

You're a doctor who happens
to be dining here,

and I am your wife.

In the bag there is a syringe.

Give it to him after
I find the drive.

- What kind of medical emergency
are we talking about?

- Someone else is
taking care of that.

- Someone?
- Mm-hmm.

- When do I get to
meet that someone?

- Never.

We like to keep things
compartmentalized.

It's cleaner that way.

- Maybe, but it means
walking into an op

completely in the dark.

- There is a difference
between being in the dark

and acting on faith.

[Clatter]

- Ron, are you okay?

- [Gasps] - Hey,
man, you all right?

- Ron. Oh, my god!

- Call an ambulance!
- You see?

Faith is rewarded.

- Oh, my god. He can't breathe!

- Somebody call a doctor.

- I'm a doctor.
What's happened here?

- He was eating,
and he just fell.

- This man is having a seizure.

I need you to step back, please.

Honey, I need you to help me.

Loosen his tie and his belt.
- Is he...

- just... I need you
to get back, please.

Just get back.

Let's roll him on his side

in case he vomits.

- Okay.
- Ron.

Wake up. Ron?

- I'm giving your
friend an injection

that will stop the seizure.

- Come on, man. Breathe.

- All right, wake up.

Come on. Come on. Come back.

Okay, you're gonna be all right.

All right, your
friend's gonna be okay,

but you need to get
him to the hospital.

Tell them he had a
tonic-clonic seizure

and I gave him 4
milligrams of lorazepam.

Can you do that for me, please?

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Just doing my job. Go.

[Applause] Well,
that was exciting.

Don't eat the fish.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- I haven't been
back here since...

[Sighs]

It's really all gone, isn't it?

- Found a few snow globes you
might be able to salvage.

Other than that...

It's good to see you again, Fi.

I don't know what
strong told you, but...

[door creaks]

- Oh, you must be
Fiona Glenanne.

- Hello.

- Fi, this is Sonya.

- Michael speaks
so highly of you,

I'd swear he was trying
to make me jealous.

He told me what you did to
help get me out of Cuba.

Thank you.

- I hope he also told you

that my help doesn't come cheap.

- That won't be an issue.

You'll find that my
people are very generous.

Sam and Jesse are
already inside.

Shall we?

Some information on our target.

- Where's all this
coming from exactly?

- All that matters
is that it's here.

- The surveillance fairy.
Right, I forgot.

- The hackers work out of this
building on Biscayne boulevard.

We need to get into their
mainframe and plant the virus

that Michael and I
acquired yesterday.

- Yeah, so this virus
that you acquired,

how does that work exactly?

- It sends us their data

and wipes their drives clean.

- It says here that
this guy Cody ward

is in charge of
finding new talent.

We could start by
approaching him.

- You want to get
in as an employee?

What do you know about hacking?

- Not much, but if
it's our only way in,

we'll fake it.
- You can't just fake it.

- Sure we can. Mike goes in,

does a little typie-type
on the keyboard,

we do something
in the real world

that makes him look
like a computer genius.

- You'll need top-grade
hacking software,

and even if you convince them,

one demonstration
won't be enough.

They'll want to see
evidence of your past work.

- We know someone who
might be able to help us,

a local money launderer.

He does some computer
security work.

I'm sure I could put
something together.

- Barry?

Uh, yeah, he's not real
happy with us right now.

- You'll be able to
talk him into it.

Buy him a fruity drink.

- Oh, is that all?

- We just need a paper
trail to make it look

like some accounts got hacked.

You could do it in
your sleep, man.

- And if you could
also hook us up

with whatever hacker software

the kids are using these days,

that would be swell.

- Um, what possible
reason could you have

for wanting all that?

- Well, it's no big deal.

Mike's just going after
some computer monkeys.

They call themselves...
- the collective.

- The collective.
- The collective?

Are you high? They're
the friggin' plague.

They've been hitting
my clients for years.

- No way.
- Barry, none of this

is gonna blow back on you, man.
- That's very reassuring

coming from the team who
got me sent to prison.

- Hey. Mike got you a pardon.

- After four months. Plenty
of time to ruin my life.

I lost my girlfriend.

I lost my house.

My business is in
total shambles.

- Look, we're sorry about
everything that happened.

Seriously.

- Look, Barry, you said that
some of your clients got hit

by these hacker guys, right?

- Well, what if Mike could

find out where the money went?

Maybe he could recoup
a little revenue.

"Maybe" is not gonna
get her done.

Sorry, guys.
- Hold on. No. Hold on.

There's gotta be... there's
gotta be something.

You said you lost your
girlfriend, right?

Maybe we can help
you out with that.

- How? I don't even
know where she is.

She stopped returning
my phone calls,

totally disappeared on me.

- Barry, what if we
tracked her down for you?

Huh? We track her down.

Who shows up at her door?

It's you, looking all good.

You're wearing your
best face jewelry.

You comb the beard out.

You got a little extra
product in the coif.

Working your Barry charm.

Maybe your story has
a happy ending.

- You guys really think
you can find her?

- [Laughs] Both: Come on.

- Barry.

- Okay.

All right. I'll get
the accounts for you,

but you got to tell
Mike to watch it.

People who tangle
with the collective,

they tend to wind up
facedown in the everglades.

[House music]

*

- you're Priscilla, a systems
expert trained at Caltech.

I'm Mark Fincher, a code
breaker out of San Francisco.

Fi, look, you can still
walk away from this.

- What are you talking about?
The meeting's set.

Cody's waiting for me.

- I can say you got sick.
I can go in alone.

You don't have to go in.

- I need to do this.

- What does that even mean?

Why?

- I can't owe my freedom
to you, Michael.

I just can't.

[House music]

*

- so are you guys,
like, a couple?

- Us? No.

Strictly professional.

I handle web defense protocol,

and mark's a genius
at decryption.

- Central bank of Belize,
first national bank

of St. Lucia, 5
mil in a weekend.

Pretty sweet. Tell me,
if you're so good,

why are you looking for a job?
- A job?

I had three patents
by the time I was 30.

I don't need a job.
I need protection.

- We had a close call
in San Francisco.

We're not taking any chances.
From what we hear,

your security is top-notch.

- It is.

Thing is, we got a full
roster of hackers.

We're not hiring.

- You say you have hackers?

You don't know what
the word means.

You know, while
we're booting up,

I want you to pick a target.

Anything at all.

- Target? What, like, a bank?

- [Chuckles] A bank? Please.

Give me something hard.

Okay, I'll pick.

How about the power company?

Right here, right now.

- Power grid's protected
by homeland security.

You're wasting my time.
Hey, sweetie,

sweetie, I asked for a fresh
drink ten minutes ago.

- Sure.
- Move that little ass.

Listen, I got to wrap this up.
- Come on.

Have you seen my little ass?

- You are trouble.

Okay, kids.

Impress me.

- Faking a computer hack
isn't that complicated.

All you need to do is
create a dummy website

and run some high-end
network scanning software.

- I'm passing the IPSec,

sending you the I.P.
Address now.

- Of course the hard part

is making it look like your
hacking is getting results.

To do that, you need a team.

[Computers beeping]

- What are you running
there, John the ripper?

- [Hushing] Not
while I'm working.

[Beep]

- Okay, that's Fi. It's go time.

- Okay, let's go, let's go.

[Alarm blasting]

Which one is it?
- Give me a second.

- Why do I get the feeling

you bit off more
than you can chew?

- Because your liver is
chewing on 1/5 of Tequila

and you've never seen someone
beat a Scada firewall.

- Uh-huh.

- Come on, lady, ticktock.
Hurry it up.

The cops will be
here any second.

- Pull up a1, d8, and d9.

[Alarm continues blasting]

[People booing]

- Oh, boy.
- Oh, boy? What is "oh, boy"?

- Cops got here earlier
than we expected.

We got to go.
- No. No, we stick to the plan.

We wait till Fiona
gives us the signal

to turn the power back on,

and nobody leaves
before we get it.

[Sirens wail]

- Everything in this world

connected to a computer
belongs to us.

We want to share,

but we need a safe
place to work.

- Well, I'll be damned.

You two are the real thing.

[Sirens wail]

- Come on.

- It's too bad you killed
the party, though.

- Oh, we can fix that.

Mark, let there be light.

- Okay, that's Fi. Throw the switches.
Let's go.

Let's go.

[Cheers and applause]

- Congratulations.

You just got yourself a job.

Welcome to the team.

- Mark, Priscilla, Jack Frakes.

- Cody tells me you're good.

- Whatever he said,
we're better.

- Yeah, we'll see.

It's his job to find the talent.

It's my job to check it out.
Have a seat.

So I've been doing
a little research.

Tell me, if you two
are such pros,

why is it nobody's
ever heard of you?

There's nothing on
the hacker boards.

In fact, I can't
find a single record

to confirm either
of you even exist.

- Hello, we exist. Besides,
Cody was at the club

last night when we
blacked it out.

- It's true. It was like, boom.

- Boom. So what
else do you need?

- Well, nobody's
questioning your ability,

but you're hiding something.

- [Sighs]

Look, we ran into some
issues on our last job.

We were hired to hit a network.

Turns out it
belonged to the mob.

Our employer, moron that he was,
he didn't secure his I.S.D.N.

- What happened?

- We got back from lunch,

everyone was dead, they
cut off their hands,

laid them on the keyboard

to send a message.

- [Whispers] Snap.

- After that, we thought it wise

to make ourselves hard to find.

- I see.

- Which brings us back
to why we're here.

Now, I don't want
to walk into a room

full of dead people again.

- Don't worry.

Nobody can touch my security.

When there's a problem,

we're not the ones
who end up dead.

- Forgive me if I don't
take your word for it,

but I'm gonna need
to see your setup.

- Let's go.

- Every entry point is
monitored around the clock.

This place is airtight.

- Probing for a weakness

in your enemy's security
is all about vanity.

- And if someone tries to come
in without an invitation?

- That's what the
hardware's for.

- Oh, look, mark, they
all have machine guns,

so we're totally safe.

- No one can break in.

The less impressed you are,

the more they tend to tell you.

That doesn't mean the
network can't be hacked.

- Our server's protected
by a firewall

the N.S.A. Couldn't crack.

- What about someone
from the inside?

Where do all their
data lines go?

- To our secure server
room downstairs.

There.

The door's reinforced steel

with a seven-digit key code.

Nobody's getting in.

- Of course, just
because you're looking

for a weakness doesn't
mean there is one.

- You'll be safe as
long as you deliver.

Now if we're done here...
- one more thing.

What about my chair?

- Your what?

- Mark does his best
work in an Aeron chair.

- And I'm gonna need plenty
of yogurt in the fridge.

Blueberry.

- Lots of it.

- Every inch of the
place is covered.

There's cameras everywhere.
No blind spots.

- Okay. We know what
we're dealing with,

so what's the best route in?

- There isn't one.

Even if we get past
their security...

- Which we can't.

- Their server room
is uncrackable.

- I hope you're not telling me

that this is
impossible, Michael,

because failure is
not an option here.

- There is a way in.
It just won't be easy.

Their camera cables run
through an outside wall

into their security room here.

- If we access those cables,

we might be able to
hijack the system.

- This office is on
the eighth floor.

How are you going to get
to it from the outside?

- We'll come down from the roof.
- The roof?

And how do you plan on getting...
- let us handle that.

In the meantime, we
need to get our hands

on a high-bandwidth
video transmitter

to override their signal.

- And how are you planning
on getting one of those?

- I'm sure you can
make arrangements.

- You'll have it by tomorrow.

- Gentlemen.

You said you had some
news about my girlfriend.

- You recognize that
car right there?

- That's Tricia's car!

I bought her that car for
her birthday last year!

She loved that car. She
never would have sold it.

What, do you think
it was stolen?

- So, Barry, look, I
talked to a cop buddy.

That dealership is
known for its ties

to some serious bad guys.

- Bad guys. W-what
kind of bad guys?

- The kind of guys
who fence cars,

cars that are linked to more
than one disappearance.

- Oh, no.
- Listen. Listen.

All we know is we gotta go ask Mr.
Sleazy pants

over there some questions.
Let's go.

- Afternoon.

You boys buying or selling?

- Neither actually.

We just wanted to ask
you a few questions

about how that Lamborghini
there ended up on your lot.

- You guys cops?

- You see any badges?

We just need some
information, that's all.

- Then go to a library.

You got five seconds
to get off my lot.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

- Yeah, I think it is.

- Really?
- [Exclaims]

[Screams]

- Now let's try
this one more time.

Who brought in the lambo?
- Go to hell.

- Low prices, huh?

You may have to lower 'em
just a little bit more.

- Ooh!
- That's a $50,000 car.

- That was a $50,000 car.
It's more like $45,000 now.

- Let's go for $40,000.

- Stop!

[Yelling]
- Tell us...

- Who...
- Jesus.

- Brought it... In!

- Okay, okay!

But you gotta keep me out of it.

His name's pike.

He gets me cars sometimes.

Always cash. No questions.

He's a dangerous son
of a bitch, okay?

That's all I know. Swear to god.

- That's all we wanted to know.

Thanks for your time.

- Just calm down,
for god's sake.

- My goodness.

- When you need access
to a restricted area

and you know you're
being watched closely,

a direct approach is best.

Sneaking around when
you're under surveillance

just arouses suspicion.

- Incoming, 9:00.

- The key is to act like
you're doing nothing wrong.

- Hey. Hey, hey.

Guys, where you going?

- I'll give you a hint.
It's flat, sunny,

and on top of the building.

- No way, dude.
Roof's off-limits.

- We're just going
for a smoke break.

- I'm sorry. No one's
allowed up there.

Besides, why are you
guys taking breaks

when you have
accounts to work on?

- I have a password cracker

attacking the Cayman Islands
world bank as we speak.

It's either gonna take two
minutes or two hours.

Either way, it's not
gonna go any faster

with me staring at it.

I'll put it simply.

I need to go through those doors

and upstairs to the roof,

so I can have a smoke break.

- So maybe try the patch.

- I need a smoke. I
need to go outside.

I need to go out that
door and up the stairs...

- Mark, mark, mark, mark...
- I can't work like this.

I can't do this.
I can't do this.

[Sighs]

- Security can't escort
us down eight floors

every time he needs a cigarette.

And you don't want to
see him in withdrawal.

Cody, come on.

Cody.

- Okay, but make it quick.
You have work to do.

- Tell me about it.

[Metal clinks]

Shall we?

- Okay, Fiona, the wire should
be about a foot to your left.

- As a rule, the
faster a drill turns,

the louder it is.

That's why drills
used in covert ops

have special gear boxes

that move at low speeds.

With the right drill bit,

they can still get
through most walls,

though it may take a
minute or two to do it.

- Okay, we're hooking up
your little device now.

[Device beeps]

Sonya, you getting anything?

- Yeah. Got it. We're good.

Now hurry up and
get back inside.

[Metal scrapes]

- What was that?

Aah! Michael!

- Fi!

- We'll do this together.

- I got you. I got you.

I can't lose you.

- [Crying]

[Both grunting]

- Hang on.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

- We should go inside.

- At this point, there
are no technical issues

to keep you from getting in.

We have the password
to the server room,

the log-in to their network,

and I can override the
cameras to cover your path

down the back staircase
and into this hall here.

- So what's the problem?

- Him. Cody never stops moving.

He buzzes around looking
over everybody's shoulder

to check their progress.

It'll take you 20 minutes

to plant the virus
in the server room.

The longest I've seen him leave
anybody alone is six minutes.

We have to get rid of him.

- I'll call Fi.

He hits on her every
time he sees her.

I'm sure she can entice
him out of the office.

- Are you sure you're
okay with her doing that?

- Why wouldn't I be?

- She was your girlfriend.

It wasn't hard to figure out.

You don't strike me as a
snow globe collector.

- That was a long time ago.

Now our relationship is
strictly professional.

- Was it nice?

- What?

- Being with someone.

I just always wondered
what it would be like

to have a personal life as
well as a professional one.

- I'm not sure if I
ever had that, really.

Trying to causes a lot of pain.

- Was it worth it?

- Honestly, I don't know.

Call me when you're in position.

- Okay.

- So is this the place?

- Yes, Barry, this is the place.

- What are we waiting for?
That son of a bitch

might know where Tricia is.

Let's go kick in a door already.

What are we doing here?

Tricia could be in
some serious trouble.

Look, your cop buddy
said that this guy

has got a rap sheet a mile long.

His name's pike, for god's sake.

- Barry, I know you're going
through a lot right now.

But I need you to
shut your hole.

Thank you. [Car beeps]

- Uh-oh, looks like someone's
going on a road trip.

- What?

What?

No, he's not just
going on a road trip.

He's loading guns into
the back of his car.

That sleazebag from the car
lot must have tipped him off.

Come on. We got to
go in there now.

- No, we need to go in there.

You need to stay here
until we figure out

what the hell is going on.

- How you doing? Get
your hands on the truck.

- You heard the man.

- Who are you?
- Oh, that's not important.

What is important...
- hey, you son of a bitch.

- Barry, damn it, I told
you to stay in the car.

- [Grunts]
- Hey.

- Ooh!
- All right.

Now that we got the
cardio out of the way,

let's have a conversation.

- Yeah, and you can
start by telling us

what the hell you did to Tricia.

- Wait. Jesus.

You're Barry
Burkowski, aren't you?

- Yeah. How do you know?

- Tricia's my girlfriend.

- Uh, Barry, I think...

- You're a liar.
- I'm not lying to you.

- Well, then why did we just
catch you skipping town?

- Skipping town? What
are you talking about?

We're going away on vacation.

- Oh, really? With
a bunch of guns?

- Guns? What guns, man?

- Fishing pole. Not
a... not a rifle.

- Yeah, okay, but
you stole her car.

- Stole it? I dumped it.

Tricia never wanted an
orange Lamborghini.

- You did.
- Yeah, well, she...

- that's how we met.

She asked a friend to help
her unload it for cash.

She comes over, we hit it off.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

She's right inside.

- Um, Barry, we should go.

- Hey.
- Sorry about... that's our bad.

It's our bad.

[Cell phone chiming]

- That's Sonya.
Cody's on the way.

Ready?

- It's not like I have a choice.

- Yo. You two make me rich yet?

- Working on it.

I am glad you're here.

He's driving me crazy.

I just smashed a hole

in this bank's security
system a mile wide,

and all he can do is bitch,
bitch, bitch, bitch.

I need a drink. You thirsty?

- [Chuckles] I'd love to,

but you two got a
lot of work to do.

I'm still waiting for you to
start laying those golden eggs.

- Aw, come on, don't you want to
help me blow off a little steam?

- For spies, flirting is a
powerful tool to manipulate

- your target.
- Okay, baby girl.

Let's go have some fun.

- Of course, just
because it's effective

doesn't mean it's pleasant.

- You know her job is
worse than yours, right?

- Yeah. We good to go?

- Fiona and Cody are
on their way out.

Staircase and hallway
downstairs are clear.

I'm taking control of
their cameras now.

- What the hell?

[Computer beeps] Huh.

- Putting cameras on loop.

Cameras seven, eight,
nine, and ten.

You're clear to go
to the server room.

- I'm outside the server room.

What's the password?

- 7654852.

[Door buzzes]

- Log-ins.
- User I.D.: Executive1,

all caps, no spaces.

Password: Lowercase "x,"
upper "j," upper "e,"

asterisk, 9, 8, lower
"u," 5, ampersand.

- What now?
- Okay, now you go

to the system settings,

click the pull-down
menu for the root menu.

- Root menu.

Then what?

- You seen Cody?
- Yeah.

He just stepped out
with the new chick.

- Sonya.
- Wait a second.

Wait a second.
- What's with the monitors?

- Blipped out a second ago.

Probably just a
loose connection.

- Eh, maybe.

Maybe not.

You need to get out now.

- What is it?

- Frakes is checking
the cameras.

You have to move.

- Give me ten seconds,

then turn back on the feeds.

[Typing]

- There we go.

- What the hell?

What's he doing downstairs?

- He's headed your way, Michael.

- Hey. What are you
doing down here?

- I was taking a leak.

Is that allowed?

Are we done?

- Nah, we're not done.

I don't know what you're up to,

but I don't like it.

- Last I checked, I was
the best hacker you had,

so what I was up to was
making you a lot of money.

May I go back to my work now?

- That's a great idea.

In fact, I'll join you.

I'd like to see this
work you're doing.

If it's as good as you say,
we won't have a problem.

But if it isn't, well,

then we're gonna have
a very big problem.

Let's go.

[Tires screeching]

- What the hell happened?

- We had some bad luck.

Frakes detained Michael before
he could plant the virus.

- Ah, Jesus. Well, where's Fi?

- Out with Cody.

We have to go in now.

If I can take out the guard
by the front door quietly,

there's a chance we
could make our way

to where they're keeping Michael
and get to the server room.

- Wait a minute... what do you
think happens to Michael

if we just go busting in there?
- I don't know,

but I know I'm not
leaving him behind,

and I know this can't fail.

- I'm with you, lady.
Time to storm the castle.

- Sam, what the hell
are you doing, man?

A suicide mission's
not gonna save Mike.

- I'm not just gonna sit
back and watch him die.

So unless you got
a better idea...

- Hold on. Just hold on.

You said Fi's out
with Cody, right?

- Yes, at a bar down the street.

- Okay, pull up all the footage

you got of him in their office...

Every last frame.

Sam, we're gonna need
some police badges.

- Okay. What's the play?

- Big-ass hail Mary.

- How many more drinks do
we need to get out here?

[Laughter]

- Excuse me, ma'am, could I
have a moment with your friend?

- What is this?
- Let's just say

it's the most important meeting
you're gonna have all day.

- All right.

See you back at
the office, baby.

- I'm detective Tibbs.

This is detective Finley.

Miami P.D.

- I'm sorry, detective Tibbs,

but I don't talk to cops.

You got something to say to me,
you can talk to my lawyer.

- Well, I'm afraid we
don't have time for that.

See, here's the situation, Mr.
Ward.

We've been investigating
your crew for a year,

and we've got a
stack of evidence

about yay high on you
and all your pals.

- Nice try, pig.

You're bluffing.

Cops have tried
coming at us before.

Nothing ever sticks.

- Well, if at first you
don't succeed, right?

You don't have to
take our word for it.

Here, you can have a
look for yourself.

- What the hell is this?

- We got a warrant to tap
into your security cameras.

Yeah, we're talking extortion,
a little wire fraud,

- racketeering.
- Oh!

Oh. Oh, look. Look who it is.

- Who is that?

- Can we, um... Can we
talk somewhere private?

You want me to go undercover?
Are you crazy?

- Look, we don't like it
either, but the Miami P.D.

Is raiding your office today,
and the chief is worried

that you guys are gonna
destroy all the evidence

the second we kick in the door,

so we need you to go back
to your office right now

and plant this little
ditty in your mainframe.

- The geeks in the crime
lab designed the software.

It collects data
from your server

- and sends it to us.
- No way.

No way. Do you know what
happens if I get caught?

- I'm dead.
- Relax.

The SWAT team will
be right outside.

We'll be watching the cameras.

If anything happens, we'll
come in and pull you out.

- Okay, look, if we're
really gonna do this,

you'll need to sign right there.

- Oh, no, no, I-i gotta
talk to my lawyer.

- Here we go with
the lawyer again.

- Listen, my friend, this
is happening right now.

You want to talk to your lawyer,
we're gonna have to arrest you,

take you downtown, which
means no deal for you.

- It also means your days of
chasing pretty girls are over,

'cause in prison,
you're the pretty girl.

[Beep]

- The risk of using a cover
with a skill set you don't have

is that at some point
someone may demand results.

When failure is inevitable,

you lie, deny,

and put the blame on others.

I am telling you, there
is something wrong

with your system.

- You know what I
think is the problem?

I think you were
trying to rip me off.

- Are you even listening to me?

There's something blocking
the data packets.

You know, the little numbers

that travel from one
computer to the next?

No. - I'll give
you five minutes.

After that... [Click]

You're fired.

- What's going on?

- Well, look who's here.

I was just talking
to your boyfriend

about my concerns with
your work output.

Over there with him. Now.

- You're worried
about him busting

into some bank account
in the Caymans?

Do you have any idea
what Cody is up to?

- What are you talking about?

- I was just in a bar with him.

He told me to leave.

He was meeting some cops.
He's a goddamn snitch.

- Ah, nice try.

See, Cody knows the cops
could never touch us.

He's got no reason
to work with them,

you lying bitch!
- [Gasps]

- I said get over there!

- If I'm a lying bitch,

where the hell is Cody?

He's not with me.

He's not with the
hackers on the floor.

So where is he? Huh?

[Walkie-talkie static]

- Anybody have eyes on Cody?

- Yeah, he's in the server room.

- The server room?
What's he doing?

- I don't know. He's been in
there for a half an hour.

He said you okayed it.

- Bring 'em. We're
gonna settle this

- right now.
- Let's go.

[Typing, beeping] [Door buzzes]

- What are you doing?

- Just updating
personnel records.

The files are locked
on the server, so...

- the hell you are. You're
working with the cops.

I saw you.
- You're out of your mind,

you dumb skank.

- Cody, look me in the eyes!

Why would this chick
make that up?

- Maybe because I wouldn't bang
her in the bathroom at the bar.

- [Scoffs, laughs]

- She tell you that part?

Come on.

How long have you and
I known each other?

You're gonna take
her word over mine?

[Beeping]

- Excuse me, but since
when do personnel updates

send files to a remote
server and delete them all?

- What?
- How much do you want to bet

that server leads
straight to the cops?

- That's ridiculous.

- No wonder I couldn't
hack your system.

The cops were already in there.

This guy's your problem.
This guy right here.

- It's nuking our server.

You son of a bitch.
What did you do?

- All right. All right.
All right, listen.

I had no choice. All right?

The cops had us cold.
- There we go!

- Would you ask your friends
to lower their guns?

We are leaving.

- Frakes, don't do
anything stupid.

The cops are watching us.
They're right outside.

Frakes.

F-frakes.

Frakes, no, listen...

Listen to me, listen to me.

[Tropical music]

*

- all the accounts the
hackers had on your clients

along with where they
stashed the money.

Consider it an apology gift.

- Apology accepted. Thanks.

- That should give your
business a little boost, right?

- Yeah. I'm... Sure it will.

- Barry, I heard about your ex.

I'm sorry things
didn't work out.

- So am I.

You know, the crazy thing is,

right before I went to jail, I
was gonna get Tricia a ring.

I really thought
she was the one.

But I never got
around to doing it.

You miss your moment...
Then it's gone.

I'll see you guys around.

- [Sighs]

- Fi, I know you didn't
want to do this.

I know this job was
forced on you,

but you were great.

- Working together was
never our problem.

- You know, one day all this
stuff with Sonya, the CIA,

all of it... it will be over.

- Michael...

It's already over.

[Thunder]

[Rain falling]

[Thunder]

- Oh, it's really
coming down, huh?

Look at this. We got a lot more

from the hackers
than we expected.

- We can talk about that later.

[Thunder]

I want a seat at
the table, Sonya.

I've been working for
you people long enough.

I want to meet the
man in charge.

- I had a feeling
this was coming.

- I've earned it.

- I know you think that's
what you want, Michael,

but this organization
isn't just a job.

- I know what it's like to
work for you and Burke.

I know what it is.

- No, you don't.

Not really.

To be with us, you have to be
willing to make sacrifices,

extreme sacrifices.

- Sacrifice.

I know sacrifice.
I can handle it.

- I'm not talking
about your training.

To do what we do you have to be
willing to give up everything.

I went straight from the G.R.U.
To this.

This is the only life I know.

I never had a chance for
friends or a family.

Don't throw them away lightly.

[Glass smashes] - I have
given up everything!

[Shouting] Look at this place!

I have nothing!

My friends, they moved on,

built new lives without me.

I look in their eyes,
and all I see is pity.

My brother is dead.

My mother will never forgive me

for getting him killed.

This thing that
you're part of...

You're the only
thing I have left.

- That's one thing
we have in common.

[Thunder]

[Dramatic music]

*

- for spies, there's no
separating your work life

from your personal one.

Sometimes it's
hard to understand

even your own true motives...

If you're doing
things for yourself

or for the good
of the operation.

*

It's a cold reality that
most of the people you love

will never understand.

But the truth is,
at a certain point,

it doesn't matter what
your real motives are,

because once you've made
a choice in the field,

you can never take it back.

[Zipper zipping, keys jangling]

So?

- I'll make the call.

[Door shuts]