Original subtitles

- 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.

It's not easy knowing how far to go

to build trust.

Last night, Sonya and I...

- why are you telling me this, Michael?

- I couldn't ask for you to be part

of this operation without you knowing everything.

- Michael, it's not okay to sleep with the enemy.

She is still the enemy, right?

- When we find a monster, we destroy it.

There's your first monster.

This is Ben Snyder. He'll be running the op.

- Snyder, get back. It's gonna blow.

[Coughs]

Snyder!

- Snyder, where's Fiona? - She didn't make it.

- Did you see her die?

- A member of your team almost died today

because of this man's lack of action.

- He made a mistake.

- He made a promise, Michael.

And promises must be kept.

Tell me I'm wrong.

- In the spy world,

often the only things you know about a covert mission

are your deployment orders

and a list of equipment to bring.

Sometimes, that tells you nothing.

And sometimes, it can tell a lot.

The make of your weapon tells you

if you'll be in open combat

or firing from the shadows.

The ammunition you're bringing

can indicate whether you're there primarily

to defend or to kill.

When you're leaving under cover of darkness

under a false name,

you can be sure that whatever the job is,

it won't be pretty.

- It's me, Michael.

- Fi, what the hell are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- Do you know how dangerous it is

for you to be here right now?

I was told to leave the country without contacting anyone.

- Relax. We're alone.

No one saw me follow you. Not even you.

- Good, then no one will see you leave.

- [Sighs]

- I'm serious, Fi.

- And this seriously can't wait.

- What is it?

- You know what it is.

You stood by and watched James Kendrick

execute a man right before your eyes.

- There was nothing I could do.

- You could've stopped him!

- And if I tried, I would have blown my cover,

and it would have ruined everything.

This is the job.

- Ah, right. The job.

That's why you've been avoiding me

and Sam and Jesse ever since?

Because you were doing your job?

I think it's because a part of you likes what he did.

- What do you want me to do, Fi?

Snyder left you to die.

I'm not gonna shed a tear for that man.

How is that wrong?

- Because you're defending a man

you're supposed to be taking down.

Admit it. You are too close to this.

That's why you fit in so well with him.

That's why he likes you so much.

- I'm in deep cover.

I'm supposed to make James like me.

It's just a cover.

- Not always.

I know when you're faking it.

I can see it in your eyes.

- I'm doing everything to end this mission for you,

for all of us.

- You can't do that if you lose yourself along the way.

- Don't worry about me, Fi.

I know when to draw the line.

- Like you did with Sonya?

- [Sighs]

[Tense music]

*

[tense music]

*

- hey. There she is.

How was your, uh... What was it... meeting?

- Yeah, business.

An old acquaintance.

Turned out to be a complete waste of time.

- Tried to call you. - Battery.

- All right, well, I just... I wanted to let you know

that I had to reschedule our meeting with Lou later.

- Why? Is something wrong?

- No, no, I have to go check on a thing for my mom.

That's all.

It won't take more than an afternoon.

- Your mom?

- Yeah, it's probably nothing.

Just some guys came by the place, asked about me.

- When are you gonna go? I'll go.

- No, no.

My old neighborhood is not your kind of place.

- Well, if it's your kind of place,

then it's my kind of place.

- Well, okay.

- Then you're coming. - Mm-hmm.

- Whenever possible, spies like to know

what their getting into before they leave for a mission.

When you ship out without orders,

you can't really train or prepare.

All you can do is wait and wonder what's coming.

[Door beeps and opens]

- They're here.

Have a good trip? - Yeah, it was fine.

- Good. Is everything here?

- Yes, everything is here.

Sonya, what is the mission?

- You know this man?

Roger Steele?

- Uh, worked with him several times.

He was a friend.

- Michael, he's been looking into you.

Into us.

- Well, that's his job.

He's a broker between intelligence agencies,

helps negotiate when things go wrong.

- We intercepted this a few days ago.

He's already linked you to Randall Burke, Pablo Rios.

And now, he's looking into a new operative,

a female one.

He's too close.

He has to go.

- Well, that can't be necessary.

- It is necessary. I spoke to James myself.

It's top priority.

Your orders are to make contact with him.

Tell him you're in town and want to visit.

We go in, scout his security,

and then come up with a plan.

- And then?

- And then, we kill him.

Is this going to be a problem, Michael?

- Not a problem.

I'll set up the meeting.

- Good.

- No one's more careful about security

than a freelance spy.

When you work in intelligence

and you don't have the protection of a government,

you have to assume that everyone

is a potential enemy, even your closest friends.

A careful operative will have security

as good as most military installations.

Vehicles will be searched for explosives.

And of course, nothing that fires a bullet

or sends an electronic signal

makes it past the gate.

Bottom line: By the time you get inside,

the only thing you'll be armed with

is a warm smile.

- [Laughing] Westen.

- Steele. - [Laughs]

Bloody hell, how long has it been?

I wanna say Prague. - 2003?

- No, 2002. - Ah.

- Ah, I thought it was so long,

you might have forgotten me.

- What, are you kidding?

I nearly fell out of my chair when you called.

It's tough to keep friends in our line of work, you know?

- And who's this lovely lady?

- This is Ellie. - How do you do?

Roger Steele. It's a pleasure.

- Thank you. Your home is gorgeous.

- Why don't you head on in and take a closer look?

Sabrina, mi amor, why don't you take Ellie around?

- Sure. - Gracias, Mira.

So great to see you.

Ah, we've got a lot of catching up to do.

Come on in.

- It's quite an upgrade from the flat in London.

Business must be good. - Well, it's good enough.

Bought me this lovely little slice of paradise.

Oh, blueberry was your favourite, right?

- [Laughs] Yes.

Good memory.

- So what's going on?

I heard you were in the D.R. For a little while.

My job to know these things, you know?

- It's been rough,

what, with the burn notice and the CIA...

- the tom card thing. Yes, I heard about that too.

But still, things must be good

if you can visit old pals on vacation.

- Actually, this is not a vacation.

The thing is, Roger, I need a job.

- A job? Really?

Well, I can make a few calls.

And there's a British oil company

that's expanding its operations in Kuwait.

- No civilian company's going to hire

someone with my background.

I meant a job with you,

on your security team.

- Mike, you're putting me in a difficult situation.

You know, I think the world of you, but...

- so what's the problem?

- Michael Westen is the problem.

Half my clients are terrified of you.

If they found out you're on my payroll...

- well, then hide me in the back office.

Roger, please. I'm... I'm desperate.

- Mike, listen. I can't give you a job.

There's no way I'm gonna leave you hanging.

I mean, it... it... how much do you need

to get back on your feet?

Is 10,000 enough? 20,000?

- I don't want a handout. - No, this is not a handout.

Call it a payback for that thing in Ramadi.

I won't take no for an answer.

[Door closes]

Ah.

There you are, just in time. Hello, darling.

Why don't we go down to the pool and grill some steaks?

- Hm.

- So how was the tour?

- [Laughs]

The security out here is nothing

compared to what's inside.

This place is a fortress.

And you?

- He won't hire a spy with my baggage,

not even a friend.

Not gonna be able to get close to him.

- Well, we can't hit him inside this compound.

We'll have to do it outside.

- What are you thinking?

- The road in and out is narrow.

His cars are armored,

so we'll have to hit hard and fast,

put him down before his security can react.

Unless you see another way?

- No, no, no. Sounds like a plan.

- [Laughs]

- And who wants some lovely champagne?

- Wow. - Here you go.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- Raise them up, you two.

A toast.

To old friends.

And new ones. - [Sighs]

- Slainte.

[Spanish rap]

*

- welcome to my old neighborhood.

- It's charming.

- Yeah, I told you you didn't have to come.

- Who's inside?

- This guy Mateo.

I used to run with him when I was a kid.

He kind of runs the neighborhood now.

But if there's something going on,

he's gonna know about it.

- Are those your friends too?

- They're with the Latin syndicate.

When you're a kid, and you grow up here,

you're kind of a part of the gang

whether you like it or not.

Look, I'm sorry, okay,

that I didn't tell you about this.

I just... I don't know.

When I got out, I never looked back.

- Hey, believe me, I understand.

- And so you wait in the car. I'll go talk to 'em.

- Oh, you think it's safer leaving me out here?

Let's go. - [Sighs]

- What you need, homey?

- I'm here to see Mateo.

- I think you got the wrong house.

- LSG.

Tell him car-loco's here.

[Hip-hop music]

[Indistinct chatter]

*

[laughs]

*

- Car-loco. - Mateo.

[Both speaking Spanish]

- Mateo, what a surprise. - [Laughs]

Who is this sexy thing?

- This is my girl, Fiona.

[Both speaking Spanish]

So how you been, Mateo?

- Well, you know.

We can't all leave the hood, go to college,

and come back with a model chick.

But we make out all right.

- Hey, come on, I still have family here.

I didn't turn my back on...

- hey, car-loco.

We're proud of you, man.

You made it to the other side.

- Well, I appreciate that.

All right, so check it,

I came down 'cause some guys

rolled by my mom's house looking for me.

It sounded like there was some trouble.

- Yeah, I heard about that.

- What was it? - It's Nando.

He knows, man.

- What does he know?

- He knows you snitched on him back in '03.

Got him busted for that coke deal.

Put him on ice for 10 years.

He got a bounty on your head.

- All right, well, we're gonna get outta here.

It's good seeing you. You look good.

We're gonna bounce, all right?

We gotta go.

- I can't let you do that, man.

[Pistols clicking]

I wish you would've stayed out of the hood, papi.

I really do.

- You can't do this. - Bro, I have to do this.

You got any idea what Nando would do to me

if I let you go?

What he would do to my family?

I'm sorry, bro.

You should've thought about that

before you became a rata.

- [Groans]

- Don't even try it, homey.

Nando wants you alive,

but he'll take you dead.

- Oh, my god. Carlos!

Please don't hurt him. Please, please!

- Oh, my god! - Back off, bitch.

- Listen... - [Groans]

- I said listen to me!

[Both groan]

Drop your guns or you'll be

scraping his brains off your shoes.

Do it!

- [Speaking Spanish]

- All right, Mateo here

is gonna be walking us to our car.

You move, he dies.

- Questions? - Let's go.

- Carlos, I want you to know I'm...

I'm so sorry about all this.

- Mm.

How the hell did this happen, detective Holloway?

Nando was supposed to be put away till 2040.

- He threw money at lawyers

until one of 'em found a technicality.

The American justice system at its finest.

- But that still doesn't explain

why he's coming after you all of a sudden.

How does a 10-year-old anonymous tip

become public knowledge?

- I can't prove it,

but I hear Nando paid off a dirty D.A.

To get access to the sealed case file.

- Jeez, that's the one with my name in it.

Okay, so what the hell do I do now?

- Help us get the son of a bitch

for something else, like murder.

- [Laughs]

- Carlos, listen to me.

Those drugs you got Nando caught with?

Those were stolen from a courier

from the tenth street gang,

a courier Nando killed.

Now, I know it was a long time ago,

but I remember you saying you might know someone

who saw it go down.

- Carlos.

- I didn't mention it because I can't.

Look, I spent the last decade protecting him.

I cannot ask him to testify now.

- Nando's only got more powerful in prison.

You need him off the streets for good.

And getting this witness to testify,

that's how you do it.

- [Sighs]

- If that's what it takes...

- All right.

I'll see what I can do.

- You want us to go down to ninth and Lakewood

to find this guy Lloyd,

who witnessed a murder ten years ago?

- You realize the cops don't even go

to that neighborhood, right?

- I know it's a lot to ask.

But we got into a little trouble.

- Yeah.

Look, we show our faces in that area,

we might as well turn ourselves over to Nando.

- Okay, so this witness you have to talk to,

you can't just call the guy?

- I tried, Sam, he's not answering my calls.

- Of course not.

So he won't even talk to you,

but we're supposed to go down there

and get him to come with us?

And this is supposed to happen when?

- Yesterday. - [Laughs]

- Right.

- We wouldn't be asking if it were easy.

- [Sighs]

Sorry. Carlos, we got your back.

Don't even worry about it, man.

You shouldn't have to pay for doing the right thing.

- Jesse's right. This one's on us.

Drinks are on you.

- See ya.

- When you're in the field,

having direct contact with your control officer

is supposed to be a last resort.

The risk of being seen together is enormous.

If something goes wrong, people die.

If you're willing to take that risk,

everyone knows it's serious.

- What the hell is this? You want to meet now?

In the middle of an op? - We need to talk.

This job, it's a kill mission.

- I see. Who's the target?

- Roger Steele. You know who that is?

- Yeah, the agency used him as a go-between

on a job I did in Cyprus.

Why does Kendrick want him dead?

- Roger's been tracking me.

They're concerned he might figure out

who I'm working with.

- What am I doing here?

Do you want a supportive hug?

- Strong, I'm supposed to be outside

Roger's house in an hour,

hitting him on the road as he leaves.

- Okay, I get it.

You want me to send in a team, sweep him up,

so you don't have to pull the trigger.

- Yeah, something like that.

- Michael, think about it.

If you're Sonya and your target suddenly vanishes,

are you gonna just chalk that up to bad luck?

Hell no.

We grab Steele,

we might as well pull you out too

because this mission would be over.

- You're asking me to kill a friend.

- He's in the game. He knows how it's played.

And need I remind you

he makes a living selling intelligence

to the highest bidder.

Sometimes, that intelligence gets spies killed.

And sometimes, those spies are not the bad guy.

Look, when I gave you this assignment,

I said I needed the Michael Westen

who was willing to do what?

- Whatever it takes.

- Well, this is what it takes.

[Tense music]

*

- we got movement at the gate.

You ready?

- Bomb's in place. Tell me when.

- They're on the road now, two SUVs.

Steele's in the lead vehicle.

- Moving into position now.

All right. Ready to go.

Arm the detonator.

- Armed.

Both SUVs are headed your way.

Now remember: Do not move un...

- until you disable the car. I know.

- Roadside improvised explosive devices

come in many varieties.

But they usually share basic features.

Once a target vehicle is chosen,

an explosive device is planted in the vehicle's path

and then detonated by remote control

as soon as the vehicle is in position.

[Beep]

Of course, that assumes that your target

isn't using a signal jammer.

- Michael. - Sonya.

Sonya, come in!

The problem with signal jammers

is they don't just make it impossible

to remotely trigger a detonator.

They also make it impossible

to communicate with your team.

And when you can't communicate,

bad things usually happen.

[Tense music]

*

[tires screech]

[Gunfire]

[Tires screech]

- Get in.

[Gunfire]

[Tires screech]

[Gunfire]

[Spanish hip-hop]

*

- the guy Carlos needs to talk to

lives in 4c.

- Not a place that takes kindly to strangers.

- That's what we got the cover for, Sam.

- Hopefully, they'll give us a pass,

since, technically, we're here to help.

- How you doin', ma'am? Don't wanna scare ya.

We're with the health department.

Please read that.

Hey, how are ya, sir? Check that out.

How are ya, folks?

We're with the health department.

I'm sure you heard about the refinery spill

over at Sunco.

- Some hydro carbic toxins were released.

- Yeah, we just wanna make sure

that no one was exposed.

- How's everybody feelin'?

- Any rashes? - Nausea?

- Burning eyes? - Loose stool?

- Nah, dude. That's nasty.

- Yeah. Yeah, it is nasty.

It's nasty and it's deadly.

So if you feel anything, you make sure you call us.

- Okay? - All right.

- Examine yourselves. - Have a blessed day.

[Knocks at door]

Hi. Health department.

- Can we come in? - How come?

- Uh, just a quick check for toxic gas.

Won't take a minute.

- Come on. - Thank you.

- Yeah, I don't know what the problem is,

but I haven't heard anything about a gas leak.

- Uh, well, sir, see, we're actually

not with the health department.

We just had to talk to you

without raising too many eyebrows in this area.

We're friends of Carlos Cruz.

- What? What, wait, no.

No, I told him on the phone... - we know.

The thing is, the guy that's coming after Carlos,

he's gonna be coming after you before too long.

- We wanna take you someplace safe,

someplace you can talk to the cops.

- No, no way. Just get out.

- Lloyd, we're on your side.

- Get... get out! Get out!

[Grunting]

- Stop fighting. Stop fighting.

Stop fighting. Stop fighting!

Stop fighting.

- Stop. - Jesse.

- What? - He stopped fighting.

- Wha... oh. Aw.

- Crap. - He's out cold.

- I barely even... what now?

Everybody make way.

This man has had a seizure.

- Read your brochures, people. - What'd I say?

Serious business.

- [Sighs] No, no way.

I told you I can't.

I-I-I'm not talking to the cops.

- Lloyd, you're the only one

that can get Nando off the street.

You have to step up.

- What I gotta do is I gotta get out of town, right?

Look, look, they could be on their way here right now.

- We got out of the neighborhood clean.

Sam and Jesse are keeping watch outside just in case.

- You... wait, you mean the two guys that...

That took me out and kidnapped me?

Those two? [Scoffs]

- Lloyd, I'm sorry

for how this whole thing went down.

But it's time you do the right thing.

Now, I wouldn't ask you

if there was any other way.

But if you stay quiet, if you do nothing,

Nando will find you, eventually.

- And if you run,

you put your whole family in danger.

- [Stutters] You don't understand, man.

I've seen what Nando does to guys that cross him.

That's not gonna be me! - So what are you gonna do?

You gonna let him walk free?

You gonna give him a free pass because you're afraid?

- Carlos, can I just say something?

- Please.

- Look, I'm sorry. You... I don't even know you.

And this is probably none of my business.

But I do know what it's like

to be afraid of doing the right thing.

- [Sighs] - I've been there for years.

And, um... If you don't do this...

You're gonna spend the rest of your life

knowing that the blood of every person

this man hurt is on your hands.

Just think about it.

It's all right.

- [Sighs]

All right.

Carlos, tell your cop friend I want a deal, in writing...

Protection for me and my family.

- I'll make it happen.

- When a plan goes wrong in the field,

the job is rarely abandoned entirely.

The goals of the mission don't change.

The methods do.

- Destroy the cell phones, anything traceable.

We leave in one hour.

- The problem is backup plans

are usually that for a reason.

They tend to be a lot messier

and a lot more deadly.

Sonya, what are you doin'? - I'm finishing our mission.

I don't know if you were paying attention back there,

but we failed.

Calling in an air strike.

They'll hit the compound with a bomb from high altitude.

- An air strike? Do you know how many people that will kill?

All the guards, all the staff...

- I don't like it either, Michael.

But we don't get to fail.

- Wait. I-i have a better idea.

- I don't have time for it. - Sonya, listen to me.

Stop. Listen... stop!

All of those people don't have to die

to kill one man.

Hear me out.

- I'm listening. - Let me call Roger.

I can finish this with a sniper rifle.

One shot, one body.

Give me an hour.

- Fine. You have one hour.

[Touch-tones beep]

[Dial tone rings]

- Yes, who is this? - Roger, it's... it's Michael.

I-I-i-we need to talk.

I'm in a sticky situation. I need your help.

- I don't have the time, Michael.

I've got a situation of my own.

- Hold on, there are some men who came after me.

Men in masks, they tried to kill me on the street.

- Wait, black masks? - Yeah.

- Was it a two-man hit team packing mp5ks?

- Yeah, two men... yes, yes.

- Jesus, Michael. The same guys came after me.

- What? - Where are you?

I'll get my guys together. I'll be right there.

- We're in an abandoned factory on loma vista Avenue.

It's a white, two-story building.

I think the best approach is from the south.

- Loma vista Avenue.

Don't worry, Michael. I'll be there.

Just stay alive until I do.

- We'll do our best. I think we have ten minutes.

As a spy, you have to get used to deception.

Your job is to engage with people,

make them your friends, manipulate them,

and ultimately destroy them.

It's one thing to do it to your enemies.

You can think of your target

in terms that aren't exactly human,

as in mission objectives.

- He's here.

- But when the target is a friend,

it doesn't matter what you tell yourself.

It feels like betrayal.

[Bluetooth beeps]

[Beep] Roger, it's Michael.

- Michael, it's me. I'm here.

I'm at the south side with my men.

Tell me where you are.

Where are you? I don't see the team?

- I'm... I can't... - Get in the building now.

Stay with me. Go!

- Take the shot.

- Michael?

Michael?

- Michael, take the shot.

- Michael, you still there?

- I'm here, Roger.

And I'm sorry.

[Gunshot]

[Soft piano]

*

[tense music]

*

- okay, Lloyd. Here's how this works.

Carlos is gonna meet the detective, make the deal.

Then, we're gonna take you over there, okay?

You don't have to go anywhere

till Carlos gives the high sign.

- How's it lookin', Fi? - He just arrived.

Detective Holloway too.

- Right on time. - Okay, see?

They'll sort it out. Everything's gonna be just fine.

- Yeah, well, you just make sure you keep those guns ready.

I'll believe it when I see it.

- Hey, detective. Thanks for coming.

- Of course.

Where's my witness?

- I talked to him, and he says that he'll testify,

but he has conditions. - Conditions?

What conditions? - He wants witness protection.

He wants a signed agreement from the D.A.

Before he shows his face.

- The D.A.? - I'm sorry, detective.

But that's how it's gotta be. He's nervous.

You understand.

- Everything all right, Fi? - Well, she's not thrilled.

Carlos will take care of it.

- Who's this? - It... it doesn't matter.

The question is: Where is the witness right now?

- Who's that?

- I don't know. Another detective, maybe?

[Guns clicking] - You've gotta be kidding me.

- Car-loco.

Man, I am so happy to see you.

How long has it been?

Oh, yeah. Ten years.

- Fi, what's happening? - I can't see.

That SUV's blocking my view.

- So you were the one that blew my cover.

It's nothing personal, Carlos. Just business.

- You were a goddamn traitor to your Ba...

- shut up.

- [Grunts]

- Where's my witness? - He didn't...

There was a problem.

- A problem? What does that mean?

I don't like problems.

- Fi, can you tell what the hell is goin' on?

- I still can't see Carlos. Maybe we should go in.

- Look, we had a deal.

I paid you good money to deliver me

this rat and a witness.

- Look, I did everything I could, okay?

It's not my fault he didn't show up.

- It's not?

Bitch, you told me you'd pull through.

- Watch your tone.

I could still arrest your ass any day of the week.

- Are you threatening me?

Are you threatening me? - Just back off.

[Gunshot] [Sighs]

- What the hell was that?

- Nando.

- [Stutters] That wasn't part of the deal!

Both: Lloyd. Lloyd!

- Get him in the car. Let's go.

- They're taking Carlos. We gotta follow 'em.

[Tires screech]

- I'm driving. - Oh, boy.

[Tires screech]

- I don't know, guys.

Well, I guess we could try taking a run at it, but...

- it's a gang HQ, Sam.

Everybody in there is packing.

We can't just go in all commando.

We might as well shoot ourselves in the head

and save nando the trouble.

I think it's cop time.

- Jesse, the whole problem is

is that Carlos knows nando murdered someone.

If we call the cops, he's dead for sure.

- I'm not saying I like it.

I just don't see another way.

[Cell phone vibrates]

- It's Carlos's phone. [Beep]

- Hello? - Is this Fiona?

- Nando.

- I got your number from a mutual friend.

I'm having a barbecue in his honor.

He wants to say hi. - [Groans]

[Screaming]

- What are you... stop it!

- You want it to stop?

Oh, you can make it stop anytime.

All I want is peace of mind.

But Carlos here, he doesn't want to give it to me.

I want that witness. - So you can kill him?

- Better him than Carlos.

[Screams] - All right!

I'll get you the witness. Just give me some time.

- Oh, time? You got all the time in the world.

But Carlos here, he's only got until 5:00.

[Beep]

[Blow torch hisses]

- Uh, Fi, did I hear you right?

- It sounded like you just said

you're gonna hand Lloyd over to nando.

- Nando is torturing Carlos.

I'm just trying to buy us time.

We have until 5:00. - 5:00?

That's an hour and 20 minutes from now.

What are we supposed to do in that amount of time?

- I don't know, Sam!

Maybe Michael does.

[Phone dialing]

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep] - Yeah?

- It's me. - Fi?

- [Sighs] Are you in Miami?

- We just got back. What's wrong?

- Carlos is in trouble.

I need your help.

- What can I do?

- I-I'm not sure.

He's being held by a gangster in south Miami.

Maybe Sonya, or the people she works with,

or their resources?

- Sonya?

I could ask her, if that's really what you want.

- I don't see another way.

- Tell me everything I need to know.

- Did you talk to Sonya?

- She's talking to her people.

They're working on it. - Working on it?

What does that mean? Can they deal with nando or not?

- I think so.

They're contacting some of their people

in the drug trade.

They're gonna go above his head to his supplier.

- How long is that gonna take? - I don't know.

They're gonna call me when they have something.

- Michael, Carlos is running out of time.

- We just need to buy a little more time.

They'll come through. - Well, how can you be sure?

- Because they owe me.

- I did a job for them that...

They'll come through.

- Okay. Practical question.

How are we gonna buy Carlos more time?

- He wants a witness? Let's give him one.

- Mike, we don't even know where Lloyd is.

- Nando's never seen him, right?

Take me in. I'll be the witness.

We can buy ourselves some time with that.

- What if they don't go for it?

- Then I'll have called in that favor for nothing

'cause we'll all be dead.

[Tires screech]

[Cell phone rings] [Beep]

- Fiona Glenanne. Just in time.

- You got my witness? - Yes, I do.

But I would prefer to hand him to you myself, in person.

- Little girl, you are in no position

to make any demands.

- I think I am, if you want your witness.

You see, I have a gun to his head,

a head that contains all the answers

to your questions.

So if you don't want your answers

splattered all over the place,

then let us in right now.

[Beep]

[Door opens]

- Carlos.

Wake up.

I wanna show you something.

You put up with all that pain

to protect a name.

But now, I don't need the name.

You must be Fiona.

- Smart man. You can let him go now.

- We'll see about that,

'cause I think you might be trying to play me.

- Nando, you asked for... - shut up.

So you're the pendejo who saw me

cap that dude ten years ago, huh?

Got to admit it's kind of funny.

Seems to me somebody would've noticed

a white boy like you hanging around in little Managua.

So I guess the real question is:

Who the hell are you?

'Cause my guess is you ain't no witness.

- You're right, nando. I'm not a witness.

I'm a messenger.

And this is my message.

You don't know what you're up against.

You have no idea what you're up against.

So I'm gonna give you some advice.

You let the three of us go now.

And when we're gone, you leave town.

And when I say leave, I mean forever.

- [Laughs]

This guy!

I mean, I don't know whether he's stupid,

or crazy, or both?

Some balls, though.

Big talk from an unarmed man

with a 100-pound pixie as his backup.

- I have friends. - Oh.

You got friends, huh? Chacho, he's got friends.

- [Groans]

- Friends?

Well, where are they? Huh?

Because I don't see these friends of yours.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you got nothing.

That's what I think.

- [Laughing]

- What are you laughing at, loco?

- You think I would walk in here with nothing?

Nando, nando, nando, you're dead.

You just don't know it yet.

- Chacho, shoot this fool.

- [Sighs]

[Pistol clicks] [Cell phone rings]

- You might want to answer that.

[Ringing continues]

[Beep] - Yo, who is this?

Nando, you're not gonna believe it.

It's Lopez.

- Cual Lopez?

- Lopez from... - Colombia.

He said to put him on speaker.

- Ricardo. Que pasa?

- Nando, forgive me for interrupting.

- No, no, no, no. No... no problem.

What can I do? What's going on?

- The man who owns this phone, is he there?

Is he alive?

- Yeah, he's fine.

- Good. Listen to me carefully.

You're going to let him go,

him and his friends.

You understand?

- Ricardo, no. I can't.

Listen, you don't understand.

These guys can pin a murder on me.

I have to handle it. - Don't worry, nando.

I'll handle it.

Chacho, you know who I am?

What I can do? To your familia?

To you?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Lopez.

- So if I asked you to do something,

you would do it no matter what, right?

- Yes, sir. - Ricardo, por favor.

- Shut up. I'm talking to chacho.

Chacho, I want you to shoot nando now.

- What? Ricardo, por favor.

Chacho.

Chacho! [Gunshots]

- Thank you, chacho.

Now, make sure your guests get home safely.

- Get them out of here.

- [Mutters indistinctly]

[Ambient music]

*

- I hear things worked out for Fiona

and her boyfriend. - What did you do?

- We put pressure on a supplier,

made them understand it was in

his best interest to make a call.

- Thank you. - Of course.

Michael, about this job with your friend Steele.

I know it wasn't easy.

He was a threat. And it was necessary.

- Necessary for what?

- [Sighs]

For everything.

Michael, don't you understand?

You're part of this.

James has plans for you, big plans.

- What does that mean?

- You can ask him yourself.

He wants to see us next week.

- Where? When?

- I'll know the details soon.

In the meantime, why don't you get some rest?

Okay?

You've earned it.

- Carlos, what are you doing?

- [Sighs] Fi, we need to talk.

- [Sighs]

- Fi, I'm moving out.

I'm gonna go stay with a buddy of mine for a while.

I think it's best...

For both of us.

- Does this have anything to do

with what happened to nando?

- [Chuckles and sniffles]

Yeah.

That call that Michael got,

you know why that happened?

[Sniffles]

Open it up.

That's from a newspaper in Bogota.

Two days ago, at the exact same time nando got the call,

a helicopter gun ship opened fire

on an estate outside of cartagena.

You know who owned that estate?

Ricardo Lopez, the same guy that called nando.

Seven people died, Fi.

- I was... I was trying to save you.

I-I... - And I thank you for that.

But I'm gonna have to live with that

for the rest of my life and wonder

if it was all worth it.

- [Sighs]

I love you.

- [Chuckles and sniffles]

I love you too, Fi.

You're traveling a path with Michael.

You always have.

I can't go down it with you.

- [Crying] I don't have a choice.

- Yes, you do.

And you've made it.

- [Sobbing]