Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 5 - Family Business - full transcript
Nate 'volunteers' the brothers' 'joint services' to an airport official who accepted bribes from the Lebanese Zamar family. Eli, a retired Mossad, agent, runs an illegal arms business with his sons. Michael makes friends with the dumber junior, Ari, whose girlfriend Debbie falls for him a bit too much. Meanwhile late pa Weston's 'heirloom' car is coveted by both boys.
[ Man Shouts ]
[ Man Narrating ] Covert intelligence
involves a lot of waiting around.
Know what it's like being a spy?
Like sitting in your dentist's
reception area 24 hours a day.
You read magazines, sip coffee,
and ever so often someone tries to kill you.
Get in.
You know,
Mercedes makes an S.U.V. now.
Big backseat. It's great.
Surprisingly affordable too.
C.I.A.
[ Narrator]
What do you say to that? No?
Explain that a lot of spies
don't work directly for the C.I.A.?
Lot of good that'll do.
Welcome!
[ Chuckling ]
- Mr. C.I.A.
- No, no, no, no. I don't work for anybody directly.
That's why I get to do stuff
like give you $750,000...
to stop blowing up oil refineries.
- [ Laughing ]
- [ Mock Laughing ]
Come.
Hi. Hi. Hi, everybody.
- [ Gun Cocks ]
- Whoa. Easy, guys. Easy.Just gettin' a map.
You guarantee security for the Nembe oil field.
No fires, no explosions.
Nobody falls into a swamp
and gets eaten by an alligator.
- You mean crocodile.
- Yes, that's- l-I mean crocodile.
- We agreed?
- Da.
I'm now reaching
into my jacket for my phone...
so I can get this man his money, see?
- That's okay.
- [ Phone Beeping ]
- [ Man On Phone] Hello.
- Yes, I have the wire transfer information.
The A.B.A. number is 0210010175.
It's off. We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry.
[ Line Clicks ]
- [ Phone Beeping ]
- Is there problem?
No, no problem.
Computer mix-up- P.C., Mac.
- [ Woman ] Hello?
- Put your boss on the phone right now.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- I have a wire transfer number: 0210010-
- [ Line Clicks ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Men Grunting ]
You C.I.A. bastard!
You think you can steal from me?
[ Narrator]
Sometimes the truth hurts.
In these situations, I recommend lying.
[ Grunts ] C.I.A! I'm C.I.-
I'm C.I.A.! I've got your money!
Enough, enough! Pick him up.
[ Groaning ]
I've got the money. It's not here.
I can take you to it though.
I was gonna steal it and blame it on you guys.
It's not personal. Okay?
I was just- It was what I was gonna do.
Uh, in 20 minutes,
you'll have your money. I promise.
- Take him.
- [ Groans ]
[ Bell Dings ]
I need the bathroom.
I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna-
Wait, wait! I'm gonna be sick.
I need the bathroom!
l- I'm gonna be sick in the Mercedes,
you understand?
[ Retches ] In the Mercedes-
blood everywhere.
[ Groaning ]
[ Narrator]
In a fight,you have to be careful...
not to break the little bones
in your hand on someone's face.
[ Grunts, Screams ]
That's why I like bathrooms.
Lots ofhard surfaces.
[ Two Gunshots ]
##[ P.A. System: Woman Singing Muzak ]
Sorry. I'll leave it at the airport.
[ Men Shouting ]
Quick, quick!
[ Narrator] Southern Nigeria
isn't my favorite place in the world.
It's unstable, it's corrupt...
and the people there eat a lot
of terrible-smelling preserved fish.
I will say this for Nigeria though-
It's the gun-running capital of Africa.
And that makes it a bad place to drive
a passenger sedan into a crowded market.
- [ Angry Chattering ]
- Back off! Back off!
Right this way, sir.
[ Groans ]
[ Narrator] If you're gonna collapse on a plane,
I recommend business class.
The seats are bigger
if you start convulsing.
Although once you pass out-
Are you okay?
it really doesn't matter.
[ Dog Barking ]
[ Groans ]
Oh, no.
[ Irish Accent ]
You're a lucky man.
That many bruises,
anyone would think you fell under a truck.
Fiona, what are you doin'?
You've been out for a couple of days.
The maid got curious, went through your stuff.
You still have me in your wallet
as your emergency contact.
You take that out
when you leave someone,you know.
- Flattered you came.
- Don't be.
I needed to get out of New York anyway.
- Old associates sniffing around.
- [ Groans ]
And I wanted to try someplace sunny...
and it sounded like you might die.
l-I wanted to be there at the end...
to tell you what a bastard you were.
- Sunny. Where am I?
- Miami.
Apparently, you collapsed
on the flight out of Nigeria.
Miami? Why am I here?
The airline would only say
they were instructed to fly you here.
Instructed? What does that mean?
It's- It's home, in a manner
of speaking, isn't it?
[ Gasps ]
Oh! I called your mom.
- My mother?
- Yeah, yeah. We had a lovely chat.
She's thrilled you're home for Christmas.
Home for- Uh, no. I'm not home.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm gonna- I'm gonna go.
- Leavin'?
- Uh,yeah.
Yeah. You're good at that.
Yeah, it's just better if my mother and I
aren't in the same hemisphere.
Fiona, someone put
a burn notice out on me.
I gotta take care of this now...
or a few cracked ribs
will be the least of my worries.
Surveillance. Two-man team, F.B.I.
Fi, why don't you go run interference for me?
Please, Fi. Come on.
Make one of those scenes of yours,
you know?
Bite one of'em. Set the other on fire.
Just do it in about 10 minutes.
I need to clean up.
- You'll owe me dinner.
- [ Water Running ]
Fine.
[ Narrator] Most people would
be thrilled to be dumped in Miami.
Sadly, I am not most people.
Spend a few years as a covert operative...
and a sunny beach just looks like a vulnerable
tactical position with no decent cover.
I've never found a good way
to hide a gun in a bathing suit.
- Welcome to the Chadwicke, sir.
- I need a room one, maybe two nights.
We've got a 10th-floor suite
with an ocean view.
Uh, I don't want a view. Uh, facing a wall,
something with no windows, if you have it.
Far from the elevators,
close to the exits, if you have it.
[ Computer Beeping ]
Hmm. Do you have another card?
Uh, this one was declined.
Declined?
l- I don't care what the computer says.
I want my money from my account.
I understand that, sir. l-
Let me check with the manager.
[ Narrator]
When a spy gets fired...
he doesn't get a call from the lady in H.R.
and a gold watch.
They cut him off. They make sure
he can never work again.
They can't take away his skills
or what's in his head...
so they take away the resources
that allow him to function.
- They burn him.
- All I know is the account is frozen.
The, um, code is government related.
If you care to discuss this
with the police-
Hey! Hi.
You look like you could use a free hat.
- Uh, pay phone?
- Huh?
You put coins in and then-
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Um, right over there.
- [ Woman ] Hello.
- I need to speak with Dan Siebels.
- I'm sorry. There's no one here by that name.
- He's my case officer.
- I need to speak with him. I know the protocol.
- Sir-
I know you're just doing your job,
but I don't have access to a secure line.
- I'm sorry, sir. I can't help you.
- This is Michael Westen-
-Just put Dan on the phone!
- Sir, I can't help you.
He's my handler. I've worked with him
for 15 goddamn years-
Sir, there is no one here by that name.
Sorry, kid.
Please, we trained together.
Uh, there's a Lucite plaque on his desk
with a bullet hole in it. He drinks Sprite.
- He's a friend.
I cannot express enough how urgent this-
- Sir, I can't help you.
- [ Line Clicks ]
- No, no! Don't hang up on me! You hung up. Oh-
[ Michael Narrating ] When you're being
watched, what you need is contrast-
[ Michael Narrating ] When you're being
watched, what you need is contrast-
a background that will make
the surveillance stand out.
An F.B.I. field office
is full of guys in their 40s.
At most South Beach business hotels...
it would be tough to tell which
middle-aged white guy was watching you.
- ##[ Hip-hop ]
- [ Woman ] # Yeah #
# Yeah,yeah ##
So you stay in the place where everyone is
a Jell-o shot away from alcohol poisoning.
##[ Women Singing ]
If you see someone who can walk
a straight line, that's the fed.
- ##[ Pop, Faint ]
- [ People Chattering ]
[ Phone Beeping ]
In Miami.
I need the address for SecuriCorp.
- [ Person Whoops ]
- Brickell Ave. South?
[ Banging On Door]
Thanks.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Sorry. Wrong room. Come on.
No, wait. He's kind of hot.
Just-
Kids, come here.
See that cop?
I'll give you guys five bucks each
if you go over and tell him...
that a man in that car over there
tried to make you sit on his lap.
Can you do that?
Make it 10 bucks each.
Fifteen, but you split it. All right.
For 15, I want tears.
All right, dog.
[ Chattering ]
Sick!
Hey, you. Step out of the car.
Come on. Come on out.
- Get out of the car. Come on, come on.
- Wai-Wai-Wait.
- Officer, uh, Anderson. Let me show I.D.
- Yes, yes. Yes, yes.
- Hey, now, no, no!
- Come on! Whoa! Come on!
[ Indistinct ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Need to go someplace you're not wanted?
Any uniform store
will sell you a messenger outfit...
and any messenger
can get past a security desk.
Show him in.
Janet, can you give us a minute?
[ Whistles ]
Wow! What an office.
Michael, what are you doing here?
You cannot be here.
You heard then.
Are you kidding? You've been flagged
on every government list.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Would you have seen me if I did?
Of course not. Michael,you were always
good at pissing people off,but this?
It's a mistake. It has to be.
Just tell me what you've heard.
I don't know the details.
I just heard you were out. That's it.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I'm just out?
- Am I your complaint hotline? It's what I heard.
- Lucy, I'm broke.
Bottom line, they trashed my credit,
they froze my bank accounts.
If I'm gonna figure this out,
I need to put some money together.
I don't have stacks of cash
laying around, and even if I did, l-
- Lucy.
- Michael.
Michael.
Okay, there may be something.
I'll call Sam.
- Sam? Sam Axe? You still work with him?
- Not when I can avoid it.
He's been drinking, sponging off of every
rich divorcee in the greater Miami area.
I throw him a job every now and then
when he's between sugar mommies.
- What's the job?
- Guy's an operation manager
at an estate in Miami Beach.
Anyway, the place got robbed, and it
looks like he's in some kind of trouble.
- What kind of trouble?
- He didn't want to get into it. We talked price.
Guy's breaking open his piggy bank.
I told him the job was a little small for us,
but he sounded desperate...
so I told him I'd keep my eyes open.
- You're all heart.
- Do you want the job or not?
- I'll call Sam.
- Thank you, Lucy.
Get yourself cleaned up.
New clothes. You look terrible.
You look good.
[ Man ]
#Boom, let's play some music #
Ah. Don't go away.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Mama.
I assume you got word on my situation.
You know spies- bunch of bitchy
little girls. Good news for you.
I'm a drunk and a washout already,
so I can talk to whoever I want, burned or no.
- You hear anything else?
- Nobody tells me anything.
- I'm not exactly
security clearance material anymore.
- Oh, Sam.
- [ Woman ] Here you go.
- There she is! Thank you. Keep 'em comin'.
Mmm. Look at the bright side.
They wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
Florida will do you some good.
I've been here a year, I've never been better.
Yeah, I understand your main source of
income is an allowance from a lawyer's wife.
Hey, don't knock it-
free clothes, ocean view apartment...
and an endless supply of little blue pills.
Speaking of apartments,
you know a safe place I can stay?
I'm at a motel
with the Girls Gone Wild.
I might know a guy. I'll make a call.
How long you around?
Just long enough to put together some cash
and track down this burn notice.
Hey, so this job tomorrow,
you want to do the meeting...
or you need me to come along
and hold your hand?
Yeah, I'll be fine, Sam.
[ Man Rapping ] #Ain't nothing like
being rich, man, hey #
# 100 thou on the Ritz, man #
[ Michael Narrating ] With this much money,
things get complicated.
- #Hey, money to flip, man #
- Change a lightbulb in a place like this...
and a week later you're on a speedboat in the
Cayman Islands with someone shooting at you.
#Say get money
Stack it big to the ceiling
Fill it up till it overflows #
#Say get money
Stack it big to the ceiling
Fill it up till it overflows #
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Mr. Westen.
I spoke to Lucy. Uh, she told me
you do investigations. Um-
I do a lot of things.
Last month, there was a robbery.
Twenty-two million
in odd jewelry and antiques.
- It was- It was very bad.
- Well, looks like the police are into it.
Says here they're talking
to persons of interest.
You're a person of interest.
The police asked me questions.
When this happened,
I was at home watching TVwith my kid.
The security code they used for the alarm-
it's the master code- my code.
- Oh.
- Besides, I supervise the staff and I set the shifts.
- It looks bad.
- Yeah, that looks pretty bad.
I told the police I worked there 15 years.
I would never do this.
Mr. Pyne talked to them,
said it wasn't me.
They took my passport,
told me not to travel.
If they arrest me, my son-
He's- He's eight years old. I'm all he has.
Right, yes. "I'm desperate.
Please don't make my son an orphan." I got it.
Just so we're clear, you want me to figure out
who ran off with $22 million in stuff...
catch the bad guys, clear your name
all for-what is it, $4,500?
- 4,600.
- Oh, well, that's much better.
I'm sorry.
I have nowhere else to turn. Please.
All right.
I'm gonna see what I can do.
- I need to talk to your boss. Can I do that?
- Yeah, yeah. Come on.
Uh, what-what are you exactly,
Mr. Westen? A private detective?
Oh, no. I wish. Nothing that official.
No, I'm just a friend of a friend
in town for a while.
- I thought I'd see if I could help.
- Oh, thank you.
Javier's been with me
for a number of years.
- It kills me to see what he's going through.
- What was stolen?
Oh, some jewelry, some artwork.
Insured, but the artwork was irreplaceable.
Impressionists mostly.
I had a Sisley,
a Clausen and some other works.
Houses, landscapes.
Now, I'm in real estate,
so I've got this thing for houses.
[ Laughing ]
And you're confidentJavier
had nothing to do with it?
Oh, hey, this is Miami.
Any incident, and the police blame
the nearest Cuban or Haitian.
- [ Beeping ]
- You should have seen the way
they were all over my gardeners.
- What about the security codes?
- Oh, Lord knows.
The police are looking into it.
But, you know, to be honest,
I'm just glad nobody was hurt.
Was there anyone
unknown to you around?
Guests, any new business associates
that came to the house?
Not that I can think of.
I went over all this with the police.
Now,you can talk to Vince if you want to.
He takes care of my security.
[ Michael ] I just have a few questions.
See if anyone missed anything.
- We talked to the police.
- I don't mean to bother you. It would be a big help.
- Does Mr. Pyne have any enemies?
- Anybody worth a hundred mil has enemies.
Which is why he hired a bodyguard-
I mean, a head of security.
I'm specifically talking about enemies
that might rob his home though.
Listen. We know who did this.
Okay, Mr. Pyne
has a soft spot forJavier.
I don't.
As far as I'm concerned,
the sooner he's arrested, the better.
Well, you've been a big help.
Place is upstairs, in the back.
The rent is 200 a month, and, uh-
If anyone finds out I'm there,
I say I broke in. Sam told me.
It's not so easy to live
in this place, you know?
- All night, club is "boom-boom."
- Fine. That's fine.
Uh, other thing-
The guy next door sells drugs to my customers,
make fight with people.
I try to talk, he puts a gun in my face.
Now, at home, I can deal
with a- [ Speaks Russian ]
But here, with immigration, liquor license,
is big risk for me, huh?
- I can handle that.
- Yeah.
You're real Michael Westen, yes?
Yeah.
Back home, your story
Russian intelligence tells to scare.
They say you're one name
for many people.
Special Operations team.
They think one person
cannot make so much problems.
- Nope.Just me.
- [ Ship Horn Blows ]
- Ah! [ Laughing ]
- [ Speaking Russian ]
Oh, nice to meet you, Michael.
Is new world, yes?
[ Laughing ]
[ Quietly ]
Yes.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hello?
- [ Woman ] Michael?
Mom?
[ Michael Narrating ]
My mom would have been a great
N.S.A. communications operative.
- How did you get this number?
- That's how you greet your mother?
- I got it from your girlfriend, Fiona.
- Mom, what do you want?
Were you gonna come and see me?
Oh. I'm not gonna be in town
that long, so I can't.
Come now then.
You could drive me to the doctor.
- I don't even have a car, so l-
- Yeah. Well, you'll figure something out.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Drop me in the middle of the Gobi Desert...
bury me in a goddamn cave
on the moon...
and somehow she'd find a way
to call me and ask me for a favor.
[ Screaming ]
I don't like stealing cars,
but sometimes it's necessary.
I have rules though.
I'll keep it clean, and if I take your car
on a work day, I'll have it back by 5:00.
I'll keep it clean, and if I take your car
on a work day, I'll have it back by 5:00.
Things have gone to hell since you left.
- Thank God you're back.
- I'm not back.
You're here for the holidays though. I mean,
you're staying for Christmas, aren't you?
Mom, don't smoke in the car, please.
It's not mine. Please.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Figuring out if a car is tailing you...
is mostly about driving
like you're an idiot.
You speed up, slow down,
signal one way, turn the other.
Of course, ideally,you're doing this
without your mother in the car.
Michael, where are you going?
The hospital is on 20th.
This is a short cut.
Mom, please, do not smoke in the car.
Do not smoke in the car.
You know, you missed
your father's funeral... by eight years.
Well, the last time I talked to him,
he said, "I'll see you in hell, boy"...
so I figured we had something
on the books.
Michael! The two of you
were so much alike.
I don't know why you
had to antagonize him.
Mom, we were nothing alike.
Everything I did antagonized him.
Being alive antagonized him.
Everything I did was a reason
for him to slap me around.
- Michael, what are you doing?
- Will you-Who's driving? You or me?
[ Michael Narrating ] Actually, losing a tail
isn't about driving fast.
A high-speed pursuit is just gonna
land you on the 6:00 news.
So you just keep driving like an idiot
until the other guy makes a mistake.
Again, all of this is easier
without a passenger yelling at you...
for missing a decade's worth
of Thanksgivings.
You were the one
that kept the family going.
After you left, everything just fell apart.
I've been sending money.
What about Nate?
Don't get me started.
Your brother is a mess.
You should go see him, Michael.
It's almost Christmas.
I don't think it's a good idea
for us to see each other.
I can't take care of him all by myself.
I am sick. You know that I'm sick.
Well, what I know is that you've been
treated for every disease known to man.
I know this because
I'm paying all the bills.
Just because they can't find out what's wrong
with me does not mean I'm not sick.
- Please! Mother.
- Well, you don't know, Michael.
I don't tell you everything that goes on.
- I don't need to know everything.
- Well-
- Stop. Stop. Zip.
- What? Mike.
Look, we're here.
- Are you coming in?
- No, I have to make a phone call, Ma, so-
- I'm right behind you, Ma.
- Fine, Michael.
Okay, Mother.
- [ Line Ringing ]
- [ Woman ] Hello.
- Yeah. Michael Westen for Dan Siebels.
- I'm sorry, sir.
Yeah, I know, I know. He doesn't exist.
You tell him from me,
if he doesn't call me back...
I will be in touch with him soon.
[ Woman ]
#Oh,yeah #
[ Man ]
# Yeah #
[ Man ]
# Yeah #
# Yeah #
[ Woman ] # Yo, T-Nas
I'm ready to crash some boots #
[ Man ] # Yo, fill your drink up
Throw your hands up #
# The party don't start
till everybody gets here #
Sorry, I'm, uh- I just- I'm not, uh-
[ Woman ]
Yeah, he's with her.
##[ Man Continues ]
##[ Continues ]
# You know that song that makes it
on every deejay's hot list #
#It's got this flavored
to perfection ##
[ Narrating ] Sleep through an aerial
bombing or two, and noise isn't an issue.
##[ Singing Continues ]
You just need some privacy and a bed.
In a pinch,you can lose the bed...
but the privacy's important
for projects like this one.
With everyone x-raying
and chemical testing their mail these days...
a box of wire and pipe and batteries
sprinkled with chemical fertilizer...
is a great attention-getter.
- #I pull it out
Women be like #
- # What's up with that #
#Don't worry, baby
It's all gravy #
#After a few drinks
you can see what God gave me #
#So fill your drink up
Throw your hands up
The party don't start-##
Hey. Thanks for comin'. Come on in.
- Come on in. You want some coffee?
- No. No.
- It's not a problem. I made some fresh.
- Listen, I just wanted to-
- Sit down, sit down.
-just talk about-
- This is my son, David. David, say hi.
- Hi.
- Are you a soldier?
- Uh, no. Sort of.
My dad says you're here to help us.
Yeah, I might be. I just need to talk
to your dad about some money first.
Then are you gonna shoot
the people that robbed Mr. Pyne?
No, no. That shouldn't be necessary.
What if they shoot at you?
Well, in that case,
it would be necessary, so yeah.
Okay. David, go play.
- I can play here.
- In your room.
- Want to see my room?
- David, go.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
So, will you help?
I'll need half the money up front.
Uh, I don't know. Uh, 2,300 dol-
Okay, wait. Wait.
I need you to know something.
I'll follow this wherever it leads.
I finish what I start.
We do it my way, no questions.
Got it?
Thank you.
[ Woman Laughing ]
Workin' hard?
Tanning is an art and a science, Mike.
You want something to drink?
- They got guys here,
they'll bring you whatever you want.
- No, I'm fine.
So, what have you found out
about Pyne's hired gun?
Well, he washed out of the Rangers
after a couple years.
Then he went to work for some
private military outfit in Iraq-
some kind of meathead mercenary
sort of thing.
Any progress with the job?
I checked the estate's security logs.
Nothin' there.
- So it's the hard way then.
- The best angle is the art.
I find the buyer, I'll work my way
back to who pulled off the job.
Well, how you gonna do that?
I need you to set up a meeting
with me and Barry.
Can do.
[ Michael Narrating ] Whether you're a coke dealer,
a thief,an arms dealer or a spy...
you need someone to clean your money...
which makes a good money launderer
the closest thing you can get...
to a Yellow Pages for criminals.
Even better, a money launderer
will always take your phone call...
burn notice or no burn notice.
Good to see you.
Heard about your troubles. So sorry.
I'm working on it.
Thanks for coming, Barry.
I'm working on it.
Thanks for coming, Barry.
I'm in a service industry.
That's what I do. I help.
So, what you need?
- An art dealer.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Art's a bad place to park money these days.
I.R.S. is all over the place.
Plus some schmuck in New York
says the wrong thing, you take a bath.
How 'bout stamps?
Nice and portable. Liquidity's better.
Coins. Had this guy who does coins.
All cash.
Has to be art. I need someone to find me
a piece that's not on the regular market.
Hot paintings.
I might know someone.
Uh, nobody gets hurt?
Nobody you care about.
[ Chuckling ]
Just remember who still helped you
when you were down.
Me- Barry. That's who.
I gave you love. You'll remember?
I'll remember.
Oye, Martin.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Excuse me. I'm just-
[ Clears Throat ]
Sorry, man. We were waitin' on Sugar
and got carried away. You know how it is.
- Sugar?
- Yeah.
I don't know his real name, but he usually
hooks us up. We wanted to score some "E."
- Are you the new guy?
- Leave.
Now.
[ Ringing ]
- Mom, what is it?
- [ Man ] This isn't your mom.
Dan. Dan, hey. Good to hear from you.
I thought you lost my number.
Just spent three hours with the F.B.I.
discussing your little present.
They wondered why someone was sending me
a pipe bomb with no explosive in it.
[ On Speakerphone]
I thought it'd get your attention.
- So tell me what's goin' on.
- I don't know. Burn notice is eyes only.
For what it's worth, I think it's bull,
but I don't control these things.
Well, tell me who to talk to,
or I'm coming to D.C. and raising some hell.
Don't do that, Michael.
You're on all the F.B.I. watch lists.
- You go anywhere, they're all over you.
- What for?
All I know is that whoever did this
wants you on ice.
You leave Miami, you heat up fast.
We're talking manhunt,
police in every state.
Things may change,
but for now, be smart. Lay low.
Can I at least see the burn notice?
If I could see who issued it,
then maybe I can do something about this.
I risked enough just calling.
Look, some of us are still on your side.
You pull another stunt like this though,
and I won't be one of'em.
What's up, bro?
You new around here?
Yeah.
Well, my name is Sugar, and I, uh-
I heard you messed
with some of my friends last night.
- I asked a few of your customers
to get out of here, yeah.
- What's your problem?
My problem right now is a pretty boy drug dealer
with a bad dye job is standing in my way.
- [ Groans ]
- Whoa! Did I hurt you, bro?
[ Michael Narrating ] Doesn't matter
how much training you have.
A broken rib is a broken rib.
Don't start fights you can't finish, bro!
- [ Screams ]
- I'll break it.
I don't want to, but I will if I have to.
All right! All right, all right!
All right. Let go!
Let go! Let go!
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
You come highly recommended,
Mr. Westen.
What are you interested in?
Specifically?
British post-Impressionists.
Sisley, Steer.
- Ah, that's nice.
- We don't see much of that.
Most specialty stock
is out of the East these days.
- Iraqi antiquities, Russian icons.
- Mm-hmm.
Although that's mostly forged garbage.
I can get you some French Impressionists.
My collection is mostly focused
on the Camden Town Group.
Very nice. I wish I had something.
Several pieces were on the market
about six months ago.
There was a Sisley and several Clausens,
although it didn't sell.
Really? Do you remember who?
Oh, I don't remember the name.
One of these condo developers
that are everywhere these days.
Bought during
the Impressionist bubble in the '90s.
He went to all the major dealers.
Wanted to dump it.
It was all very discreet, but people talk.
- Really? What happened?
- Nobody was interested is what happened.
Not at his price.
I'm sorry I can't help, but-
No, no, no. You-
You have been very helpful. Thank you.
I do have some Greco-Roman nude wrestling
statues you might like to take a look at.
[ Michael Narrating ] I never run around
in the bushes in a ski mask...
when I'm breaking in someplace.
Somebody catches you,
what are you gonna say?
You want to look like a legitimate visitor
until the very last minute.
If you can't look legit,
confused works almost as well.
Maybe you get a soda from the fridge
or a yogurt.
If you're caught,you just act confused
and apologize like crazy for taking the yogurt.
Nothing could be more innocent.
Cracking an old-school safe
is pretty tough...
but modern high-tech security
makes it much easier.
Thing is, nobody wipes off
a fingerprint scanner after they use it...
so what's left on the scanner,
nine times out of 10...
- is a fingerprint.
- [ Beeping ]
[ Clicking ]
Fighting for the little guy
is for suckers.
We all do it once in a while...
but the trick is to get in and out quickly
without getting involved.
That's one trick I never really mastered.
Javier.Javier?
- You want some cereal?
- No.
All I got is the one with the marshmallow guys,
but it's good. It's David's favorite.
Don't worry about that. I want to talk
to you before you go to work.
- What is it? Is there something wrong?
- Yeah.
Basically, your boss sold you out.
He robbed his own house.
Probably had Vince do the actual job.
But the bottom line is, he collects
the insurance, and you're the fall guy.
- Mr. Pyne? Nah, he wouldn't.
He talked to the police for me.
- So what?
That just makes it easier
for him to collect on the insurance.
You're a trusted employee.
He had no idea.
Take a look at this.
[ Sighs ]
Half his real estate projects
are just paper-
empty lots he paid a loan officer
to sign off on.
He borrowed against those
to finance other deals...
but with the market cooling,
he's bleeding money, and the art is all he has.
Without the insurance payout,
it all comes crashing down.
What do I do?
Well,you could go to jail-
10 years, give or take.
You could run. The statute
of limitations is about 20 years.
Or you could fight back.
- Fight back?
- Pyne doesn't want any of this to get out.
As long as we have this information,
we have leverage.
- But what do I do?
- I'll handle the details, but it could get dangerous.
People do bad things
when this much money's on the line.
- Money. l-
- Don't worry about the money.
You want to do this or not?
You're not going to work
today or ever again.
I'm gonna go talk to Pyne, but be prepared.
This could get sketchy.
Hey.
You really want me
to shoot someone, don't you?
Hey.
So, Mr. Westen, what can I do for you?
I just wanted to update you.
Fortunately, I think we can be pretty sure
thatJavier had nothing to do with the robbery.
Have you spoken to the police?
I'm not sure you want me to do that.
Yeah, take a look at this.
I think this points pretty clearly to, um-
mmm, some other suspects.
- Where'd you get this?
- I found it in the course of my investigation.
Cops might find it, too,
if,say,Javier was arrested.
I'm guessing that's something
you'd want to avoid.
Well, you two have a lot to talk about.
I know my way out.
Does that shirt come in men's?
[ Pyne]
You're head of my security!
Well, it's your job, damn it! You-
[ Michael Narrating ] Powerful people
don't like being pushed around.
You can never quite predict
what they're going to do...
or have their washed-out
Special Forces security guys do.
Point is, blackmail
is a little like owning a pit bull.
It might protect you,
or it might bite your hand off.
That's why it pays to make sure you know what
they're thinking, and that means eavesdropping.
Hi. Can I help you?
Yeah, I need two of these...
and your cheapest phone.
- That one?
- Oh, the Hello Sweetheart.
- Is it for your little girl?
- No.
Oh, the Hello Sweetheart.
Yeah, that's fine.
- Okay.
- [ Cash Register Beeping ]
[ Michael Narrating ] To build a listening device,
you need a crappy phone...
with a mike that picks up everything.
But you want the battery power
and circuits of a better phone.
It's a trick you learn when the purchasing
office won't spring for a bug.
Hello, Sweetheart.
So, Sam and I are gonna plant the bug
tomorrow so we can listen in on Pyne.
Fi, I want to ask you, um-
- Yeah?
- Uh, I need someone to track him...
provide a little tactical support.
Sure. It'll be just like the old days.
- That sounds like fun.
- Glad you think so.
I haven't worked so hard
for so little money since Afghanistan.
Afghanistan.
But at least there, my mother
wasn't calling me 30 times a day.
- Thank you for giving her my number.
- You're welcome.
Any thoughts as to why
you're so unpopular?
Why didn't they just kill ya?
I might be a lesson, a warning.
Somebody wants to offer me a job, but they
want me desperate before they make the offer.
It could be a lot of things.
I don't know.
Yeah. It'll be good for you to stay in one place
for a while, resolve some issues.
Why l-I traveled halfway across the world
to get away from those, you know-
My point exactly.
Maybe if you stopped running,
you could maintain a normal relationship.
- Listen, Fi. There's a few things I'm good at.
- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
Tactical analysis, hand-to-hand combat,
and I'm a decent cook.
But relationships-
They're just not my thing. They never were.
Well, now you're in Miami.
Get yourself a 24-year-old
with big, fake tits.
They bore me.
If it makes you feel any better...
you were the closest... I ever got.
It-It just wasn't close enough, I guess.
Things could have worked out
with us, Michael.
You were robbing banks for the I.R.A.
A spy is just a criminal
with a government paycheck.
You're the one with two F.B.I. agents
watching him eat.
Three- One.
Two.
Behind me at the bar.
Bravo.
- Should we shoot them?
- I've got enough problems.
Oh, well. More sake then?
- When. When, Fi. When! When.
- What? What? What?
I can't shag a man who works in a bank.
- The end.
- He was rich, he's handsome,
and you broke up with him.
He had no tactical awareness.
He had no tactical awareness.
He didn't know how to shoot.
He didn't know how many exits
were in a building.
Oh, God!
You spoiled me, Mi- Michael.
I thought it was my winning smile.
- [ Gun Cocks ]
- Don't move.
Sugar wants you out.
- She has nothing to do with this.
- Shut up.
He's right. Michael, shut up.
I can handle myself.
[ Laughs ]
You really ought to do something
about your neighbors.
- I know, I know.
- That was fun.
- Yeah.
- Shall we?
Yo, Fi, Fi.
Violence is foreplay for you.
It's not for me.
I gotta take care of this,
and then I gotta go to bed.
Good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Fi, you know, I could-
That went well.
- Yeah. Sam.
- You'll like this.
I found out Vince is calling all his army buddies,
trying to figure out who you are.
[ Laughs ] Yeah, good luck with that.
I don't even know.
I'll have 'em feed him something,
hold him off.
Well, stay on it. I have a little
home improvement project I have to do.
[ Michael Narrating ] Once somebody
sends a guy with a gun after you...
things are only going to get worse.
But like it or not,
you've got work to do.
For a job like getting rid
of the drug dealer next door...
I'll take a hardware store
over a gun any day.
[ Beeps ]
Guns make you stupid.
Better to fight your wars with duct tape.
Duct tape makes you smart.
Every decent punk
has a bulletproof door.
[ Sugar]
Who's there?
Hi. It's your neighbor.
But people forget walls are just plaster.
Hopefully,
you get him with the first shot.
Or the second.
[ Screams ]
My knee! No!
Come on inside!
Now he's down and waiting for you
to come through the front door.
Come on, mother-
So you don't come
through the front door.
- Come on!
- Don't move. Easy, Vanilla Ice.
Now,you got 20 minutes to clear out.
You understand? Do you understand?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- The wound is not that bad.
Disinfect it, wrap it in this, and you get
to a hospital, you won't walk with a limp.
You're still here in 20 minutes, the limp will
be the least of your problems. Understand me?
Yes.
[ Screams ]
Look, the point is,you getting burned
wouldn't have happened back then.
I mean, in the '80s,
the rules were the rules.
They had their guys, we had our guys.
Wasn't so goddamn complicated.
You could get your head around it.
Now today
it's all about religion and oil.
It's no fun anymore. I gotta tell you,
I'm glad I got out when I did.
Good morning, Bloody Mary.
Hey, you want some?
No, I'm fine.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hey, is that your mom again?
- Yup.
All right. There she is.
Pyne's coming out soon.
Ah.
You sure this is a good idea-
you hooking up with her again?
Okay, I'm not hooking up with her.
That's not what's happening.
I need her for tactical support.
Is that what they're calling it these days?
Tactical support?
What about your cab driver?
Is he gonna let me down?
Pierre? Don't worry about him. I told him I'd
give him 50 bucks to punch me in the face.
- That's all he had to hear.
- Yeah, I'd do it for 20.
- [ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Horns Honking ]
I don't want any excuses.
Now, you're my damn attorney.
- I want to know what I can do about this situation.
- Hey!
- What the hell was that?
- Oh, what is that?
- You cut me offl.
- You drive two lanesl You drive in one.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
There are two lanes!
[ Pierre] You got a mouth.
You got a problem here?
Yeah, I got a problem with you!
[ Grunts ]
[ Arguing Continues ]
Okay. Okay. Okay, okay. Okay.
- This man.
- Hey, I'm not through with you, man!
I'm callin'! You got-
I got no problem!
I got your number! Huh?
[ Pyne On Speaker] So the bastard
just comes out of nowhere...
breaks into my house, into my safe.
- You can't tell me a damn thing about him?
- We're tryin', sir.
There you go, Mike. Less than a week
in Miami, you're already making friends.
It doesn't sound like
he's gonna roll over that easy.
These rich guys bite
when you got 'em by the tail.
Call me if he makes any moves.
We'll get about 24 hours out of that battery.
- It's voice-activated, so you'll hear a beep.
- I know the drill, Mike.
You do your thing.
[ Michael Narrating ] People with happy families
don't become spies.
A bad childhood is the perfect
background for covert ops.
You don't trust anyone.
You're used to getting smacked around,
and you never get homesick.
I think I've got a parasite.
You don't have a parasite.
Pills don't work.
Soon as it reaches your liver, it's-
The pills are for you
not to think you're sick all the time.
Yeah, right. You and the doctor,
you think I'm crazy.
I think he's letting me die of a parasite
'cause I can't pay his bill.
Oh, for now,
can we just try these pills?
- I put up the tree.
- Yeah, I can see that.
Did you go see your brother yet?
'Cause, um, I thought maybe we could all
be, you know, together for Christmas.
But he's not returning my calls.
The last time I saw him,
he threw a telephone book at my head.
So what makes you think
I can make him come home?
Well, remember when you were six,
and-and Daddy locked you in your room...
and wouldn't let you see
the Star Wars movie?
Well,you just pulled up the floor
and sneaked out through the heating vent.
I mean, since when was there ever anything
that you wanted to do that you couldn't do?
Please, Michael. For me.
[ Sniffles ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Thirty years ofkarate...
combat experience on five continents...
a rating with every weapon
that shoots a bullet or holds an edge.
Still haven't found any defense
against Mom crying into my shirt.
- [ Sobbing ]
- [ Sighs ]
Mom, I, uh- I c- I can't 'cause l-
l- I'm gonna- I'm-
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hold on. I'm sorry. Hold on. Yeah?
- [ Sam ] We got trouble, Mike.
- Well, what is it?
Looks like Pyne is trying to get
some leverage of his own. Listen.
[ Pyne ] Vincent, you're gonna
have to go over and take the kid.
I don't know what the hell else to do.
- Maybe then we can talk some sense intoJavier.
-Jesus, the kid.
Pyne gotJavier out of the house.
He had his lawyer call with some legal thing.
Now the kid is home alone,
and your boy Vince is on his way over there.
- How long ago?
- I called as soon as I heard, brother.
Mom, where's your toolbox?
[ Horn Honking ]
- You're about to get ran over.
- Move over.
- Man, damn. Please don't jack me.
- Move over. Move over.
- All right. All right.
- No, no. This is not a carjacking.
- Don't- Don't jack me.
- It's not a carjacking. I'm not gonna hurt you.
- I just need a big car with no air bags.
- You need a what? [ Screams ]
- Where are you taking me?
- We're gonna go to Little Havana for a bit.
- Where are you taking me?
- We're gonna go to Little Havana for a bit.
Little Havana? Just let me out.
I'll get out. I'll forget I ever seen you.
I don't have time to drop you off now.
Oh, watch out for that car!
[ Screams ]
You gotta get this fixed.
This is really annoying.
- I just need to do something real quick.
- What do you need to do?
All right. All right, man.
Slow down. Slow down, all right?
- It's almost over, okay?
- What does "almost over" mean?
You know, uh, there's a lot of cops
around this area, dude.
- Sheaun, hold on really tight.
- Why do I have to hold on tight?
- Because-
- Because?
of this.
[ Screams ]
Look what you did to my car!
Oh, damnl Look at my car.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Air bags save a lot oflives.
But they also put you out long enough...
to get your hands cable-tied
to the steering wheel.
I just had this fixed!
Don't go playin' with my car, man!
Sheaun, there's cash in his wallet.
The Rolex should take care of the rest.
Cops will be here soon.
I'd be someplace else.
[ Shouts ]
How am I gonna get home?
[ Siren Approaching ]
- What's up?
- Uh-
Yeah, he's fine.
Do you have a place to stay?
Great.
You'll come get him? Good.
David, your dad will be here soon.
You two are gonna stay with your aunt
for a while.
You live here?
I usually stay at four-star hotels.
I mean,
I don't really have a lot of... stuff.
If you're hungry, there's
a blueberry yogurt in the fridge.
That black eye- How'd you get it?
Kids at school.
Yeah? Why?
I don't know.
They don't need a reason mostly.
Last time, they took my new shoes.
Time before, it was just 'cause.
How many were there?
Is it a group or an individual?
It matters, tactically.
It's a group. They get up in my face
and they start pounding me, okay?
[ Sniffling ]
Are you crying?
You're not crying?
Looks like you're crying. Don't, okay?
- [ Sniffling ]
- All right. Don't cry.
All right. Stop. All right? Here.
You have to lose some fights
so you can learn to win.
I mean, look at this.
I got the crap beat out of me.
I have two black belts, and they kicked my ass.
So you got nothing
to be ashamed of with me, okay?
I mean, I'm the champ
at gettin' beaten up.
But I'm also very good at winning.
You want it to stop?
- Yeah.
- All right.
The key to fighting a group
is taking out its leader.
Take out its leader, oh, they'll all
leave you alone. It's bully psychology.
Works with third world military units as well.
When I was in Afghanistan-
Never mind that.
Um, who's the leader?
- His name's Jake.
-Jake?
I'm gonna push you.
When I do that, drop down into a ball,
like you're scared.
Protect yourself.
Tight up like a ball. Good.
Now, he's gonna move in and make fun of you.
Keep those elbows tight.
He tries to kick you,
protect that spleen, protect that liver.
I want you to stand up quick,
hit your head right up underneath my chin.
And go!
[ Grunts ]
I'm a little dazed. Make your fist.
One, two, three, four, and then the five.
That locks it in.
[ Laughs ]
Very good. Good.
Guys, it's like I told you. There's nothing else.
We did the one job, and that's it.
About the threatening package? You may not
take that seriously, but the terror task force-
Oh, come on, guys!
He was just making a point.
We're not here for our health, Sam.
Hi, guys. Talking about me?
Can I get a coffee?
- [ Clears Throat ] Sam.
- Hey, Mike.
You want to introduce me
to your F.B.I. buddies?
- F.B.I.? You got the wrong idea.
- Ford outside has G-series plates.
You got fast-draw holsters,
off-the-rack suits and cheap loafers.
No, you guys are feds. They're feds!
Michael, look. They came to me.
I was just trying to help you.
It's not like I didn't know. I've got two
known associates in Miami-you and Lucy-
and amazingly,
you're both willing to help me?
I know how the game is played, Sam.
I was on the other side, remember?
So, I'm Michael Westen, and you are?
Agent Harris. This is Agent Lane.
Do you even know why you're following me?
'Cause this whole thing-
Don't know, don't care.
Higher up the food chain.
Great. Let's call your boss.
Maybe he can tell me.
Those aren't our orders.
Our orders are to keep tabs on you.
- Then you give him a message. You tell him-
- Sorry.
I do have a message for you though.
Don't go thinking
you got nothin' to lose.
You got friends, you got family.
Is that a threat, Agent Harris?
It's the truth. Coffee's on me.
- Mike, they got my pension tied up.
- Sam, Sam.
- Mike, they got my pension tied up.
- Sam, Sam.
Look, they said it would be better for you,
that you can do anything you want basically...
as long as you stay where they can see you
and you don't 'cause any trouble.
Sam, don't sprinkle sugar on this bull
and call it candy.
I'm sorry, Mike.
I don't know what to say.
If I couldn't handle my friends informing
on me, I wouldn't be in the business.
The way I see it, better a friend
than someone I don't know.
The way I see it...
a friend would tell them just enough
to make them happy...
but keep 'em out of my business.
Well, hell, yeah, Mike. Absolutely.
Good. Good. I gotta go.
I gotta go take care of Pyne.
- You want me to come along?
It's the least I can do.
- [ Laughs ]
No. I can handle it.
Good luck, Mike.
[ Michael Narrating ] When you work solo,
it's about prepping the ground.
Home court advantage counts for a lot.
You never know what's going to happen.
You prepare for everything.
Most bad guys expect you
to just sit there and wait for them...
like those are the rules or something.
[ Ringing ]
[Javier On Phone ]
Hello. Hello. Who's this?
He's there.
[ Car Warning Bell Dinging ]
Hi there.
- Where is he?
- Uh,Javier?
He's not here.
Listen, we need to talk.
I'm not screwing around.
Where the hell is he?
[ Slowly ]
He's not here.
Anything you need to say to him,
you can say to me.
I'm done talking, Mr. Westen.
I don't know how in the hell you got in my safe,
but I want to make it clear-
- I will not be intimidated.
- Well, neither will I.
By the way, Vince, you're gonna have a hard
time blowing my brains out with the safety on.
- [ Grunts ]
- [ Gunshot ]
Whoal Hey, the safety was off.
What do you know? My mistake.
[ Gunshots ]
Vince, what the hell?
[ Vince Grunting ]
- [ Groaning ]
- ## [ Whistling ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're going to put prints on a gun...
sticking it into somebody's hand
isn't going to do it.
- Any decent lawyer can explain prints on a gun.
- Ow, ow!
But try explaining prints
on the inside of the trigger assembly.
Who-
Who was doing all the shooting?
We have a special guest.
This bad boy.
[ Laughs ]
.357 Magnum loaded with blanks,
duct taped to a flare.
Sounded like the real thing, didn't it?
- I need a hospital.
- Yeah, in a sec. We're talking.
You shot your buddy here, Mr. Pyne.
And this-[ Laughs ] this-
this here is a crime lab's wet dream.
- Mmm.
- What do you want?
In a second.
I'm not done with my show-and-tell.
[ Pyne's Voice ] Vincent, you're gonna
have to go over and take the kid.
I don't know what the hell else to do.
That is you plotting a kidnapping.
That's hard time, federal time.
- At your age, that's the rest of your life.
- Tell me what you want!
Vince here confesses to the robbery.
Javier gets severance pay, five years,
with benefits-and dental.
That's very important.
And never sees your mug again.
And you know what? For Christmas,
throw in a college fund for David.
How does that sound?
Well, let's get you outta here.
This will be a murder weapon in 20 minutes
if Vince doesn't get to the hospital.
And the documents-
the financial information?
We'll see how good of a boy you are.
'Cause I'll be watching.
I cleaned up your place pretty well,
but you're gonna have to replace the carpet.
But no one's gonna bother you
or your family again. You can go home.
Thank you. I don't-
I don't know how to say, but-
Don't worry about it.
[ Children Chattering ]
Come on!
[ Knocking ]
- Yeah?
- Can I borrow your binoculars?
Um-
I know you got some in there
and you're not using them...
because you need 'em to see me,
and I'm right here, so-
Please?
[ Children ]
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, it doesn't matter...
if you're helping rebel forces
fight off a dictator...
or giving combat tips to a third-grader.
There's nothing like helping
the little guy kick some bully's ass.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
There's nothing worse for a spook
than knowing you're being played.
Someone is pulling strings.
Who? Not some intelligence agency
bureaucrat in a cubicle.
This is someone with more style.
Not F.B.I. either.
They're not this creative and they don't
do surveillance on their own guys.
This is someone
who knows what he's doing...
someone who wants to send a message.
"Welcome to Miami. "
[ Man Narrating ] Covert intelligence
involves a lot of waiting around.
Know what it's like being a spy?
Like sitting in your dentist's
reception area 24 hours a day.
You read magazines, sip coffee,
and ever so often someone tries to kill you.
Get in.
You know,
Mercedes makes an S.U.V. now.
Big backseat. It's great.
Surprisingly affordable too.
C.I.A.
[ Narrator]
What do you say to that? No?
Explain that a lot of spies
don't work directly for the C.I.A.?
Lot of good that'll do.
Welcome!
[ Chuckling ]
- Mr. C.I.A.
- No, no, no, no. I don't work for anybody directly.
That's why I get to do stuff
like give you $750,000...
to stop blowing up oil refineries.
- [ Laughing ]
- [ Mock Laughing ]
Come.
Hi. Hi. Hi, everybody.
- [ Gun Cocks ]
- Whoa. Easy, guys. Easy.Just gettin' a map.
You guarantee security for the Nembe oil field.
No fires, no explosions.
Nobody falls into a swamp
and gets eaten by an alligator.
- You mean crocodile.
- Yes, that's- l-I mean crocodile.
- We agreed?
- Da.
I'm now reaching
into my jacket for my phone...
so I can get this man his money, see?
- That's okay.
- [ Phone Beeping ]
- [ Man On Phone] Hello.
- Yes, I have the wire transfer information.
The A.B.A. number is 0210010175.
It's off. We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry.
[ Line Clicks ]
- [ Phone Beeping ]
- Is there problem?
No, no problem.
Computer mix-up- P.C., Mac.
- [ Woman ] Hello?
- Put your boss on the phone right now.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- I have a wire transfer number: 0210010-
- [ Line Clicks ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Men Grunting ]
You C.I.A. bastard!
You think you can steal from me?
[ Narrator]
Sometimes the truth hurts.
In these situations, I recommend lying.
[ Grunts ] C.I.A! I'm C.I.-
I'm C.I.A.! I've got your money!
Enough, enough! Pick him up.
[ Groaning ]
I've got the money. It's not here.
I can take you to it though.
I was gonna steal it and blame it on you guys.
It's not personal. Okay?
I was just- It was what I was gonna do.
Uh, in 20 minutes,
you'll have your money. I promise.
- Take him.
- [ Groans ]
[ Bell Dings ]
I need the bathroom.
I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna-
Wait, wait! I'm gonna be sick.
I need the bathroom!
l- I'm gonna be sick in the Mercedes,
you understand?
[ Retches ] In the Mercedes-
blood everywhere.
[ Groaning ]
[ Narrator]
In a fight,you have to be careful...
not to break the little bones
in your hand on someone's face.
[ Grunts, Screams ]
That's why I like bathrooms.
Lots ofhard surfaces.
[ Two Gunshots ]
##[ P.A. System: Woman Singing Muzak ]
Sorry. I'll leave it at the airport.
[ Men Shouting ]
Quick, quick!
[ Narrator] Southern Nigeria
isn't my favorite place in the world.
It's unstable, it's corrupt...
and the people there eat a lot
of terrible-smelling preserved fish.
I will say this for Nigeria though-
It's the gun-running capital of Africa.
And that makes it a bad place to drive
a passenger sedan into a crowded market.
- [ Angry Chattering ]
- Back off! Back off!
Right this way, sir.
[ Groans ]
[ Narrator] If you're gonna collapse on a plane,
I recommend business class.
The seats are bigger
if you start convulsing.
Although once you pass out-
Are you okay?
it really doesn't matter.
[ Dog Barking ]
[ Groans ]
Oh, no.
[ Irish Accent ]
You're a lucky man.
That many bruises,
anyone would think you fell under a truck.
Fiona, what are you doin'?
You've been out for a couple of days.
The maid got curious, went through your stuff.
You still have me in your wallet
as your emergency contact.
You take that out
when you leave someone,you know.
- Flattered you came.
- Don't be.
I needed to get out of New York anyway.
- Old associates sniffing around.
- [ Groans ]
And I wanted to try someplace sunny...
and it sounded like you might die.
l-I wanted to be there at the end...
to tell you what a bastard you were.
- Sunny. Where am I?
- Miami.
Apparently, you collapsed
on the flight out of Nigeria.
Miami? Why am I here?
The airline would only say
they were instructed to fly you here.
Instructed? What does that mean?
It's- It's home, in a manner
of speaking, isn't it?
[ Gasps ]
Oh! I called your mom.
- My mother?
- Yeah, yeah. We had a lovely chat.
She's thrilled you're home for Christmas.
Home for- Uh, no. I'm not home.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm gonna- I'm gonna go.
- Leavin'?
- Uh,yeah.
Yeah. You're good at that.
Yeah, it's just better if my mother and I
aren't in the same hemisphere.
Fiona, someone put
a burn notice out on me.
I gotta take care of this now...
or a few cracked ribs
will be the least of my worries.
Surveillance. Two-man team, F.B.I.
Fi, why don't you go run interference for me?
Please, Fi. Come on.
Make one of those scenes of yours,
you know?
Bite one of'em. Set the other on fire.
Just do it in about 10 minutes.
I need to clean up.
- You'll owe me dinner.
- [ Water Running ]
Fine.
[ Narrator] Most people would
be thrilled to be dumped in Miami.
Sadly, I am not most people.
Spend a few years as a covert operative...
and a sunny beach just looks like a vulnerable
tactical position with no decent cover.
I've never found a good way
to hide a gun in a bathing suit.
- Welcome to the Chadwicke, sir.
- I need a room one, maybe two nights.
We've got a 10th-floor suite
with an ocean view.
Uh, I don't want a view. Uh, facing a wall,
something with no windows, if you have it.
Far from the elevators,
close to the exits, if you have it.
[ Computer Beeping ]
Hmm. Do you have another card?
Uh, this one was declined.
Declined?
l- I don't care what the computer says.
I want my money from my account.
I understand that, sir. l-
Let me check with the manager.
[ Narrator]
When a spy gets fired...
he doesn't get a call from the lady in H.R.
and a gold watch.
They cut him off. They make sure
he can never work again.
They can't take away his skills
or what's in his head...
so they take away the resources
that allow him to function.
- They burn him.
- All I know is the account is frozen.
The, um, code is government related.
If you care to discuss this
with the police-
Hey! Hi.
You look like you could use a free hat.
- Uh, pay phone?
- Huh?
You put coins in and then-
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Um, right over there.
- [ Woman ] Hello.
- I need to speak with Dan Siebels.
- I'm sorry. There's no one here by that name.
- He's my case officer.
- I need to speak with him. I know the protocol.
- Sir-
I know you're just doing your job,
but I don't have access to a secure line.
- I'm sorry, sir. I can't help you.
- This is Michael Westen-
-Just put Dan on the phone!
- Sir, I can't help you.
He's my handler. I've worked with him
for 15 goddamn years-
Sir, there is no one here by that name.
Sorry, kid.
Please, we trained together.
Uh, there's a Lucite plaque on his desk
with a bullet hole in it. He drinks Sprite.
- He's a friend.
I cannot express enough how urgent this-
- Sir, I can't help you.
- [ Line Clicks ]
- No, no! Don't hang up on me! You hung up. Oh-
[ Michael Narrating ] When you're being
watched, what you need is contrast-
[ Michael Narrating ] When you're being
watched, what you need is contrast-
a background that will make
the surveillance stand out.
An F.B.I. field office
is full of guys in their 40s.
At most South Beach business hotels...
it would be tough to tell which
middle-aged white guy was watching you.
- ##[ Hip-hop ]
- [ Woman ] # Yeah #
# Yeah,yeah ##
So you stay in the place where everyone is
a Jell-o shot away from alcohol poisoning.
##[ Women Singing ]
If you see someone who can walk
a straight line, that's the fed.
- ##[ Pop, Faint ]
- [ People Chattering ]
[ Phone Beeping ]
In Miami.
I need the address for SecuriCorp.
- [ Person Whoops ]
- Brickell Ave. South?
[ Banging On Door]
Thanks.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Sorry. Wrong room. Come on.
No, wait. He's kind of hot.
Just-
Kids, come here.
See that cop?
I'll give you guys five bucks each
if you go over and tell him...
that a man in that car over there
tried to make you sit on his lap.
Can you do that?
Make it 10 bucks each.
Fifteen, but you split it. All right.
For 15, I want tears.
All right, dog.
[ Chattering ]
Sick!
Hey, you. Step out of the car.
Come on. Come on out.
- Get out of the car. Come on, come on.
- Wai-Wai-Wait.
- Officer, uh, Anderson. Let me show I.D.
- Yes, yes. Yes, yes.
- Hey, now, no, no!
- Come on! Whoa! Come on!
[ Indistinct ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Need to go someplace you're not wanted?
Any uniform store
will sell you a messenger outfit...
and any messenger
can get past a security desk.
Show him in.
Janet, can you give us a minute?
[ Whistles ]
Wow! What an office.
Michael, what are you doing here?
You cannot be here.
You heard then.
Are you kidding? You've been flagged
on every government list.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Would you have seen me if I did?
Of course not. Michael,you were always
good at pissing people off,but this?
It's a mistake. It has to be.
Just tell me what you've heard.
I don't know the details.
I just heard you were out. That's it.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I'm just out?
- Am I your complaint hotline? It's what I heard.
- Lucy, I'm broke.
Bottom line, they trashed my credit,
they froze my bank accounts.
If I'm gonna figure this out,
I need to put some money together.
I don't have stacks of cash
laying around, and even if I did, l-
- Lucy.
- Michael.
Michael.
Okay, there may be something.
I'll call Sam.
- Sam? Sam Axe? You still work with him?
- Not when I can avoid it.
He's been drinking, sponging off of every
rich divorcee in the greater Miami area.
I throw him a job every now and then
when he's between sugar mommies.
- What's the job?
- Guy's an operation manager
at an estate in Miami Beach.
Anyway, the place got robbed, and it
looks like he's in some kind of trouble.
- What kind of trouble?
- He didn't want to get into it. We talked price.
Guy's breaking open his piggy bank.
I told him the job was a little small for us,
but he sounded desperate...
so I told him I'd keep my eyes open.
- You're all heart.
- Do you want the job or not?
- I'll call Sam.
- Thank you, Lucy.
Get yourself cleaned up.
New clothes. You look terrible.
You look good.
[ Man ]
#Boom, let's play some music #
Ah. Don't go away.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Mama.
I assume you got word on my situation.
You know spies- bunch of bitchy
little girls. Good news for you.
I'm a drunk and a washout already,
so I can talk to whoever I want, burned or no.
- You hear anything else?
- Nobody tells me anything.
- I'm not exactly
security clearance material anymore.
- Oh, Sam.
- [ Woman ] Here you go.
- There she is! Thank you. Keep 'em comin'.
Mmm. Look at the bright side.
They wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
Florida will do you some good.
I've been here a year, I've never been better.
Yeah, I understand your main source of
income is an allowance from a lawyer's wife.
Hey, don't knock it-
free clothes, ocean view apartment...
and an endless supply of little blue pills.
Speaking of apartments,
you know a safe place I can stay?
I'm at a motel
with the Girls Gone Wild.
I might know a guy. I'll make a call.
How long you around?
Just long enough to put together some cash
and track down this burn notice.
Hey, so this job tomorrow,
you want to do the meeting...
or you need me to come along
and hold your hand?
Yeah, I'll be fine, Sam.
[ Man Rapping ] #Ain't nothing like
being rich, man, hey #
# 100 thou on the Ritz, man #
[ Michael Narrating ] With this much money,
things get complicated.
- #Hey, money to flip, man #
- Change a lightbulb in a place like this...
and a week later you're on a speedboat in the
Cayman Islands with someone shooting at you.
#Say get money
Stack it big to the ceiling
Fill it up till it overflows #
#Say get money
Stack it big to the ceiling
Fill it up till it overflows #
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Mr. Westen.
I spoke to Lucy. Uh, she told me
you do investigations. Um-
I do a lot of things.
Last month, there was a robbery.
Twenty-two million
in odd jewelry and antiques.
- It was- It was very bad.
- Well, looks like the police are into it.
Says here they're talking
to persons of interest.
You're a person of interest.
The police asked me questions.
When this happened,
I was at home watching TVwith my kid.
The security code they used for the alarm-
it's the master code- my code.
- Oh.
- Besides, I supervise the staff and I set the shifts.
- It looks bad.
- Yeah, that looks pretty bad.
I told the police I worked there 15 years.
I would never do this.
Mr. Pyne talked to them,
said it wasn't me.
They took my passport,
told me not to travel.
If they arrest me, my son-
He's- He's eight years old. I'm all he has.
Right, yes. "I'm desperate.
Please don't make my son an orphan." I got it.
Just so we're clear, you want me to figure out
who ran off with $22 million in stuff...
catch the bad guys, clear your name
all for-what is it, $4,500?
- 4,600.
- Oh, well, that's much better.
I'm sorry.
I have nowhere else to turn. Please.
All right.
I'm gonna see what I can do.
- I need to talk to your boss. Can I do that?
- Yeah, yeah. Come on.
Uh, what-what are you exactly,
Mr. Westen? A private detective?
Oh, no. I wish. Nothing that official.
No, I'm just a friend of a friend
in town for a while.
- I thought I'd see if I could help.
- Oh, thank you.
Javier's been with me
for a number of years.
- It kills me to see what he's going through.
- What was stolen?
Oh, some jewelry, some artwork.
Insured, but the artwork was irreplaceable.
Impressionists mostly.
I had a Sisley,
a Clausen and some other works.
Houses, landscapes.
Now, I'm in real estate,
so I've got this thing for houses.
[ Laughing ]
And you're confidentJavier
had nothing to do with it?
Oh, hey, this is Miami.
Any incident, and the police blame
the nearest Cuban or Haitian.
- [ Beeping ]
- You should have seen the way
they were all over my gardeners.
- What about the security codes?
- Oh, Lord knows.
The police are looking into it.
But, you know, to be honest,
I'm just glad nobody was hurt.
Was there anyone
unknown to you around?
Guests, any new business associates
that came to the house?
Not that I can think of.
I went over all this with the police.
Now,you can talk to Vince if you want to.
He takes care of my security.
[ Michael ] I just have a few questions.
See if anyone missed anything.
- We talked to the police.
- I don't mean to bother you. It would be a big help.
- Does Mr. Pyne have any enemies?
- Anybody worth a hundred mil has enemies.
Which is why he hired a bodyguard-
I mean, a head of security.
I'm specifically talking about enemies
that might rob his home though.
Listen. We know who did this.
Okay, Mr. Pyne
has a soft spot forJavier.
I don't.
As far as I'm concerned,
the sooner he's arrested, the better.
Well, you've been a big help.
Place is upstairs, in the back.
The rent is 200 a month, and, uh-
If anyone finds out I'm there,
I say I broke in. Sam told me.
It's not so easy to live
in this place, you know?
- All night, club is "boom-boom."
- Fine. That's fine.
Uh, other thing-
The guy next door sells drugs to my customers,
make fight with people.
I try to talk, he puts a gun in my face.
Now, at home, I can deal
with a- [ Speaks Russian ]
But here, with immigration, liquor license,
is big risk for me, huh?
- I can handle that.
- Yeah.
You're real Michael Westen, yes?
Yeah.
Back home, your story
Russian intelligence tells to scare.
They say you're one name
for many people.
Special Operations team.
They think one person
cannot make so much problems.
- Nope.Just me.
- [ Ship Horn Blows ]
- Ah! [ Laughing ]
- [ Speaking Russian ]
Oh, nice to meet you, Michael.
Is new world, yes?
[ Laughing ]
[ Quietly ]
Yes.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hello?
- [ Woman ] Michael?
Mom?
[ Michael Narrating ]
My mom would have been a great
N.S.A. communications operative.
- How did you get this number?
- That's how you greet your mother?
- I got it from your girlfriend, Fiona.
- Mom, what do you want?
Were you gonna come and see me?
Oh. I'm not gonna be in town
that long, so I can't.
Come now then.
You could drive me to the doctor.
- I don't even have a car, so l-
- Yeah. Well, you'll figure something out.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Drop me in the middle of the Gobi Desert...
bury me in a goddamn cave
on the moon...
and somehow she'd find a way
to call me and ask me for a favor.
[ Screaming ]
I don't like stealing cars,
but sometimes it's necessary.
I have rules though.
I'll keep it clean, and if I take your car
on a work day, I'll have it back by 5:00.
I'll keep it clean, and if I take your car
on a work day, I'll have it back by 5:00.
Things have gone to hell since you left.
- Thank God you're back.
- I'm not back.
You're here for the holidays though. I mean,
you're staying for Christmas, aren't you?
Mom, don't smoke in the car, please.
It's not mine. Please.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Figuring out if a car is tailing you...
is mostly about driving
like you're an idiot.
You speed up, slow down,
signal one way, turn the other.
Of course, ideally,you're doing this
without your mother in the car.
Michael, where are you going?
The hospital is on 20th.
This is a short cut.
Mom, please, do not smoke in the car.
Do not smoke in the car.
You know, you missed
your father's funeral... by eight years.
Well, the last time I talked to him,
he said, "I'll see you in hell, boy"...
so I figured we had something
on the books.
Michael! The two of you
were so much alike.
I don't know why you
had to antagonize him.
Mom, we were nothing alike.
Everything I did antagonized him.
Being alive antagonized him.
Everything I did was a reason
for him to slap me around.
- Michael, what are you doing?
- Will you-Who's driving? You or me?
[ Michael Narrating ] Actually, losing a tail
isn't about driving fast.
A high-speed pursuit is just gonna
land you on the 6:00 news.
So you just keep driving like an idiot
until the other guy makes a mistake.
Again, all of this is easier
without a passenger yelling at you...
for missing a decade's worth
of Thanksgivings.
You were the one
that kept the family going.
After you left, everything just fell apart.
I've been sending money.
What about Nate?
Don't get me started.
Your brother is a mess.
You should go see him, Michael.
It's almost Christmas.
I don't think it's a good idea
for us to see each other.
I can't take care of him all by myself.
I am sick. You know that I'm sick.
Well, what I know is that you've been
treated for every disease known to man.
I know this because
I'm paying all the bills.
Just because they can't find out what's wrong
with me does not mean I'm not sick.
- Please! Mother.
- Well, you don't know, Michael.
I don't tell you everything that goes on.
- I don't need to know everything.
- Well-
- Stop. Stop. Zip.
- What? Mike.
Look, we're here.
- Are you coming in?
- No, I have to make a phone call, Ma, so-
- I'm right behind you, Ma.
- Fine, Michael.
Okay, Mother.
- [ Line Ringing ]
- [ Woman ] Hello.
- Yeah. Michael Westen for Dan Siebels.
- I'm sorry, sir.
Yeah, I know, I know. He doesn't exist.
You tell him from me,
if he doesn't call me back...
I will be in touch with him soon.
[ Woman ]
#Oh,yeah #
[ Man ]
# Yeah #
[ Man ]
# Yeah #
# Yeah #
[ Woman ] # Yo, T-Nas
I'm ready to crash some boots #
[ Man ] # Yo, fill your drink up
Throw your hands up #
# The party don't start
till everybody gets here #
Sorry, I'm, uh- I just- I'm not, uh-
[ Woman ]
Yeah, he's with her.
##[ Man Continues ]
##[ Continues ]
# You know that song that makes it
on every deejay's hot list #
#It's got this flavored
to perfection ##
[ Narrating ] Sleep through an aerial
bombing or two, and noise isn't an issue.
##[ Singing Continues ]
You just need some privacy and a bed.
In a pinch,you can lose the bed...
but the privacy's important
for projects like this one.
With everyone x-raying
and chemical testing their mail these days...
a box of wire and pipe and batteries
sprinkled with chemical fertilizer...
is a great attention-getter.
- #I pull it out
Women be like #
- # What's up with that #
#Don't worry, baby
It's all gravy #
#After a few drinks
you can see what God gave me #
#So fill your drink up
Throw your hands up
The party don't start-##
Hey. Thanks for comin'. Come on in.
- Come on in. You want some coffee?
- No. No.
- It's not a problem. I made some fresh.
- Listen, I just wanted to-
- Sit down, sit down.
-just talk about-
- This is my son, David. David, say hi.
- Hi.
- Are you a soldier?
- Uh, no. Sort of.
My dad says you're here to help us.
Yeah, I might be. I just need to talk
to your dad about some money first.
Then are you gonna shoot
the people that robbed Mr. Pyne?
No, no. That shouldn't be necessary.
What if they shoot at you?
Well, in that case,
it would be necessary, so yeah.
Okay. David, go play.
- I can play here.
- In your room.
- Want to see my room?
- David, go.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
So, will you help?
I'll need half the money up front.
Uh, I don't know. Uh, 2,300 dol-
Okay, wait. Wait.
I need you to know something.
I'll follow this wherever it leads.
I finish what I start.
We do it my way, no questions.
Got it?
Thank you.
[ Woman Laughing ]
Workin' hard?
Tanning is an art and a science, Mike.
You want something to drink?
- They got guys here,
they'll bring you whatever you want.
- No, I'm fine.
So, what have you found out
about Pyne's hired gun?
Well, he washed out of the Rangers
after a couple years.
Then he went to work for some
private military outfit in Iraq-
some kind of meathead mercenary
sort of thing.
Any progress with the job?
I checked the estate's security logs.
Nothin' there.
- So it's the hard way then.
- The best angle is the art.
I find the buyer, I'll work my way
back to who pulled off the job.
Well, how you gonna do that?
I need you to set up a meeting
with me and Barry.
Can do.
[ Michael Narrating ] Whether you're a coke dealer,
a thief,an arms dealer or a spy...
you need someone to clean your money...
which makes a good money launderer
the closest thing you can get...
to a Yellow Pages for criminals.
Even better, a money launderer
will always take your phone call...
burn notice or no burn notice.
Good to see you.
Heard about your troubles. So sorry.
I'm working on it.
Thanks for coming, Barry.
I'm working on it.
Thanks for coming, Barry.
I'm in a service industry.
That's what I do. I help.
So, what you need?
- An art dealer.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Art's a bad place to park money these days.
I.R.S. is all over the place.
Plus some schmuck in New York
says the wrong thing, you take a bath.
How 'bout stamps?
Nice and portable. Liquidity's better.
Coins. Had this guy who does coins.
All cash.
Has to be art. I need someone to find me
a piece that's not on the regular market.
Hot paintings.
I might know someone.
Uh, nobody gets hurt?
Nobody you care about.
[ Chuckling ]
Just remember who still helped you
when you were down.
Me- Barry. That's who.
I gave you love. You'll remember?
I'll remember.
Oye, Martin.
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
Excuse me. I'm just-
[ Clears Throat ]
Sorry, man. We were waitin' on Sugar
and got carried away. You know how it is.
- Sugar?
- Yeah.
I don't know his real name, but he usually
hooks us up. We wanted to score some "E."
- Are you the new guy?
- Leave.
Now.
[ Ringing ]
- Mom, what is it?
- [ Man ] This isn't your mom.
Dan. Dan, hey. Good to hear from you.
I thought you lost my number.
Just spent three hours with the F.B.I.
discussing your little present.
They wondered why someone was sending me
a pipe bomb with no explosive in it.
[ On Speakerphone]
I thought it'd get your attention.
- So tell me what's goin' on.
- I don't know. Burn notice is eyes only.
For what it's worth, I think it's bull,
but I don't control these things.
Well, tell me who to talk to,
or I'm coming to D.C. and raising some hell.
Don't do that, Michael.
You're on all the F.B.I. watch lists.
- You go anywhere, they're all over you.
- What for?
All I know is that whoever did this
wants you on ice.
You leave Miami, you heat up fast.
We're talking manhunt,
police in every state.
Things may change,
but for now, be smart. Lay low.
Can I at least see the burn notice?
If I could see who issued it,
then maybe I can do something about this.
I risked enough just calling.
Look, some of us are still on your side.
You pull another stunt like this though,
and I won't be one of'em.
What's up, bro?
You new around here?
Yeah.
Well, my name is Sugar, and I, uh-
I heard you messed
with some of my friends last night.
- I asked a few of your customers
to get out of here, yeah.
- What's your problem?
My problem right now is a pretty boy drug dealer
with a bad dye job is standing in my way.
- [ Groans ]
- Whoa! Did I hurt you, bro?
[ Michael Narrating ] Doesn't matter
how much training you have.
A broken rib is a broken rib.
Don't start fights you can't finish, bro!
- [ Screams ]
- I'll break it.
I don't want to, but I will if I have to.
All right! All right, all right!
All right. Let go!
Let go! Let go!
##[ Man Singing In Spanish ]
You come highly recommended,
Mr. Westen.
What are you interested in?
Specifically?
British post-Impressionists.
Sisley, Steer.
- Ah, that's nice.
- We don't see much of that.
Most specialty stock
is out of the East these days.
- Iraqi antiquities, Russian icons.
- Mm-hmm.
Although that's mostly forged garbage.
I can get you some French Impressionists.
My collection is mostly focused
on the Camden Town Group.
Very nice. I wish I had something.
Several pieces were on the market
about six months ago.
There was a Sisley and several Clausens,
although it didn't sell.
Really? Do you remember who?
Oh, I don't remember the name.
One of these condo developers
that are everywhere these days.
Bought during
the Impressionist bubble in the '90s.
He went to all the major dealers.
Wanted to dump it.
It was all very discreet, but people talk.
- Really? What happened?
- Nobody was interested is what happened.
Not at his price.
I'm sorry I can't help, but-
No, no, no. You-
You have been very helpful. Thank you.
I do have some Greco-Roman nude wrestling
statues you might like to take a look at.
[ Michael Narrating ] I never run around
in the bushes in a ski mask...
when I'm breaking in someplace.
Somebody catches you,
what are you gonna say?
You want to look like a legitimate visitor
until the very last minute.
If you can't look legit,
confused works almost as well.
Maybe you get a soda from the fridge
or a yogurt.
If you're caught,you just act confused
and apologize like crazy for taking the yogurt.
Nothing could be more innocent.
Cracking an old-school safe
is pretty tough...
but modern high-tech security
makes it much easier.
Thing is, nobody wipes off
a fingerprint scanner after they use it...
so what's left on the scanner,
nine times out of 10...
- is a fingerprint.
- [ Beeping ]
[ Clicking ]
Fighting for the little guy
is for suckers.
We all do it once in a while...
but the trick is to get in and out quickly
without getting involved.
That's one trick I never really mastered.
Javier.Javier?
- You want some cereal?
- No.
All I got is the one with the marshmallow guys,
but it's good. It's David's favorite.
Don't worry about that. I want to talk
to you before you go to work.
- What is it? Is there something wrong?
- Yeah.
Basically, your boss sold you out.
He robbed his own house.
Probably had Vince do the actual job.
But the bottom line is, he collects
the insurance, and you're the fall guy.
- Mr. Pyne? Nah, he wouldn't.
He talked to the police for me.
- So what?
That just makes it easier
for him to collect on the insurance.
You're a trusted employee.
He had no idea.
Take a look at this.
[ Sighs ]
Half his real estate projects
are just paper-
empty lots he paid a loan officer
to sign off on.
He borrowed against those
to finance other deals...
but with the market cooling,
he's bleeding money, and the art is all he has.
Without the insurance payout,
it all comes crashing down.
What do I do?
Well,you could go to jail-
10 years, give or take.
You could run. The statute
of limitations is about 20 years.
Or you could fight back.
- Fight back?
- Pyne doesn't want any of this to get out.
As long as we have this information,
we have leverage.
- But what do I do?
- I'll handle the details, but it could get dangerous.
People do bad things
when this much money's on the line.
- Money. l-
- Don't worry about the money.
You want to do this or not?
You're not going to work
today or ever again.
I'm gonna go talk to Pyne, but be prepared.
This could get sketchy.
Hey.
You really want me
to shoot someone, don't you?
Hey.
So, Mr. Westen, what can I do for you?
I just wanted to update you.
Fortunately, I think we can be pretty sure
thatJavier had nothing to do with the robbery.
Have you spoken to the police?
I'm not sure you want me to do that.
Yeah, take a look at this.
I think this points pretty clearly to, um-
mmm, some other suspects.
- Where'd you get this?
- I found it in the course of my investigation.
Cops might find it, too,
if,say,Javier was arrested.
I'm guessing that's something
you'd want to avoid.
Well, you two have a lot to talk about.
I know my way out.
Does that shirt come in men's?
[ Pyne]
You're head of my security!
Well, it's your job, damn it! You-
[ Michael Narrating ] Powerful people
don't like being pushed around.
You can never quite predict
what they're going to do...
or have their washed-out
Special Forces security guys do.
Point is, blackmail
is a little like owning a pit bull.
It might protect you,
or it might bite your hand off.
That's why it pays to make sure you know what
they're thinking, and that means eavesdropping.
Hi. Can I help you?
Yeah, I need two of these...
and your cheapest phone.
- That one?
- Oh, the Hello Sweetheart.
- Is it for your little girl?
- No.
Oh, the Hello Sweetheart.
Yeah, that's fine.
- Okay.
- [ Cash Register Beeping ]
[ Michael Narrating ] To build a listening device,
you need a crappy phone...
with a mike that picks up everything.
But you want the battery power
and circuits of a better phone.
It's a trick you learn when the purchasing
office won't spring for a bug.
Hello, Sweetheart.
So, Sam and I are gonna plant the bug
tomorrow so we can listen in on Pyne.
Fi, I want to ask you, um-
- Yeah?
- Uh, I need someone to track him...
provide a little tactical support.
Sure. It'll be just like the old days.
- That sounds like fun.
- Glad you think so.
I haven't worked so hard
for so little money since Afghanistan.
Afghanistan.
But at least there, my mother
wasn't calling me 30 times a day.
- Thank you for giving her my number.
- You're welcome.
Any thoughts as to why
you're so unpopular?
Why didn't they just kill ya?
I might be a lesson, a warning.
Somebody wants to offer me a job, but they
want me desperate before they make the offer.
It could be a lot of things.
I don't know.
Yeah. It'll be good for you to stay in one place
for a while, resolve some issues.
Why l-I traveled halfway across the world
to get away from those, you know-
My point exactly.
Maybe if you stopped running,
you could maintain a normal relationship.
- Listen, Fi. There's a few things I'm good at.
- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
Tactical analysis, hand-to-hand combat,
and I'm a decent cook.
But relationships-
They're just not my thing. They never were.
Well, now you're in Miami.
Get yourself a 24-year-old
with big, fake tits.
They bore me.
If it makes you feel any better...
you were the closest... I ever got.
It-It just wasn't close enough, I guess.
Things could have worked out
with us, Michael.
You were robbing banks for the I.R.A.
A spy is just a criminal
with a government paycheck.
You're the one with two F.B.I. agents
watching him eat.
Three- One.
Two.
Behind me at the bar.
Bravo.
- Should we shoot them?
- I've got enough problems.
Oh, well. More sake then?
- When. When, Fi. When! When.
- What? What? What?
I can't shag a man who works in a bank.
- The end.
- He was rich, he's handsome,
and you broke up with him.
He had no tactical awareness.
He had no tactical awareness.
He didn't know how to shoot.
He didn't know how many exits
were in a building.
Oh, God!
You spoiled me, Mi- Michael.
I thought it was my winning smile.
- [ Gun Cocks ]
- Don't move.
Sugar wants you out.
- She has nothing to do with this.
- Shut up.
He's right. Michael, shut up.
I can handle myself.
[ Laughs ]
You really ought to do something
about your neighbors.
- I know, I know.
- That was fun.
- Yeah.
- Shall we?
Yo, Fi, Fi.
Violence is foreplay for you.
It's not for me.
I gotta take care of this,
and then I gotta go to bed.
Good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Fi, you know, I could-
That went well.
- Yeah. Sam.
- You'll like this.
I found out Vince is calling all his army buddies,
trying to figure out who you are.
[ Laughs ] Yeah, good luck with that.
I don't even know.
I'll have 'em feed him something,
hold him off.
Well, stay on it. I have a little
home improvement project I have to do.
[ Michael Narrating ] Once somebody
sends a guy with a gun after you...
things are only going to get worse.
But like it or not,
you've got work to do.
For a job like getting rid
of the drug dealer next door...
I'll take a hardware store
over a gun any day.
[ Beeps ]
Guns make you stupid.
Better to fight your wars with duct tape.
Duct tape makes you smart.
Every decent punk
has a bulletproof door.
[ Sugar]
Who's there?
Hi. It's your neighbor.
But people forget walls are just plaster.
Hopefully,
you get him with the first shot.
Or the second.
[ Screams ]
My knee! No!
Come on inside!
Now he's down and waiting for you
to come through the front door.
Come on, mother-
So you don't come
through the front door.
- Come on!
- Don't move. Easy, Vanilla Ice.
Now,you got 20 minutes to clear out.
You understand? Do you understand?
- Yes, yes, yes!
- The wound is not that bad.
Disinfect it, wrap it in this, and you get
to a hospital, you won't walk with a limp.
You're still here in 20 minutes, the limp will
be the least of your problems. Understand me?
Yes.
[ Screams ]
Look, the point is,you getting burned
wouldn't have happened back then.
I mean, in the '80s,
the rules were the rules.
They had their guys, we had our guys.
Wasn't so goddamn complicated.
You could get your head around it.
Now today
it's all about religion and oil.
It's no fun anymore. I gotta tell you,
I'm glad I got out when I did.
Good morning, Bloody Mary.
Hey, you want some?
No, I'm fine.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hey, is that your mom again?
- Yup.
All right. There she is.
Pyne's coming out soon.
Ah.
You sure this is a good idea-
you hooking up with her again?
Okay, I'm not hooking up with her.
That's not what's happening.
I need her for tactical support.
Is that what they're calling it these days?
Tactical support?
What about your cab driver?
Is he gonna let me down?
Pierre? Don't worry about him. I told him I'd
give him 50 bucks to punch me in the face.
- That's all he had to hear.
- Yeah, I'd do it for 20.
- [ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Horns Honking ]
I don't want any excuses.
Now, you're my damn attorney.
- I want to know what I can do about this situation.
- Hey!
- What the hell was that?
- Oh, what is that?
- You cut me offl.
- You drive two lanesl You drive in one.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
There are two lanes!
[ Pierre] You got a mouth.
You got a problem here?
Yeah, I got a problem with you!
[ Grunts ]
[ Arguing Continues ]
Okay. Okay. Okay, okay. Okay.
- This man.
- Hey, I'm not through with you, man!
I'm callin'! You got-
I got no problem!
I got your number! Huh?
[ Pyne On Speaker] So the bastard
just comes out of nowhere...
breaks into my house, into my safe.
- You can't tell me a damn thing about him?
- We're tryin', sir.
There you go, Mike. Less than a week
in Miami, you're already making friends.
It doesn't sound like
he's gonna roll over that easy.
These rich guys bite
when you got 'em by the tail.
Call me if he makes any moves.
We'll get about 24 hours out of that battery.
- It's voice-activated, so you'll hear a beep.
- I know the drill, Mike.
You do your thing.
[ Michael Narrating ] People with happy families
don't become spies.
A bad childhood is the perfect
background for covert ops.
You don't trust anyone.
You're used to getting smacked around,
and you never get homesick.
I think I've got a parasite.
You don't have a parasite.
Pills don't work.
Soon as it reaches your liver, it's-
The pills are for you
not to think you're sick all the time.
Yeah, right. You and the doctor,
you think I'm crazy.
I think he's letting me die of a parasite
'cause I can't pay his bill.
Oh, for now,
can we just try these pills?
- I put up the tree.
- Yeah, I can see that.
Did you go see your brother yet?
'Cause, um, I thought maybe we could all
be, you know, together for Christmas.
But he's not returning my calls.
The last time I saw him,
he threw a telephone book at my head.
So what makes you think
I can make him come home?
Well, remember when you were six,
and-and Daddy locked you in your room...
and wouldn't let you see
the Star Wars movie?
Well,you just pulled up the floor
and sneaked out through the heating vent.
I mean, since when was there ever anything
that you wanted to do that you couldn't do?
Please, Michael. For me.
[ Sniffles ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
Thirty years ofkarate...
combat experience on five continents...
a rating with every weapon
that shoots a bullet or holds an edge.
Still haven't found any defense
against Mom crying into my shirt.
- [ Sobbing ]
- [ Sighs ]
Mom, I, uh- I c- I can't 'cause l-
l- I'm gonna- I'm-
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Hold on. I'm sorry. Hold on. Yeah?
- [ Sam ] We got trouble, Mike.
- Well, what is it?
Looks like Pyne is trying to get
some leverage of his own. Listen.
[ Pyne ] Vincent, you're gonna
have to go over and take the kid.
I don't know what the hell else to do.
- Maybe then we can talk some sense intoJavier.
-Jesus, the kid.
Pyne gotJavier out of the house.
He had his lawyer call with some legal thing.
Now the kid is home alone,
and your boy Vince is on his way over there.
- How long ago?
- I called as soon as I heard, brother.
Mom, where's your toolbox?
[ Horn Honking ]
- You're about to get ran over.
- Move over.
- Man, damn. Please don't jack me.
- Move over. Move over.
- All right. All right.
- No, no. This is not a carjacking.
- Don't- Don't jack me.
- It's not a carjacking. I'm not gonna hurt you.
- I just need a big car with no air bags.
- You need a what? [ Screams ]
- Where are you taking me?
- We're gonna go to Little Havana for a bit.
- Where are you taking me?
- We're gonna go to Little Havana for a bit.
Little Havana? Just let me out.
I'll get out. I'll forget I ever seen you.
I don't have time to drop you off now.
Oh, watch out for that car!
[ Screams ]
You gotta get this fixed.
This is really annoying.
- I just need to do something real quick.
- What do you need to do?
All right. All right, man.
Slow down. Slow down, all right?
- It's almost over, okay?
- What does "almost over" mean?
You know, uh, there's a lot of cops
around this area, dude.
- Sheaun, hold on really tight.
- Why do I have to hold on tight?
- Because-
- Because?
of this.
[ Screams ]
Look what you did to my car!
Oh, damnl Look at my car.
[ Michael Narrating ]
Air bags save a lot oflives.
But they also put you out long enough...
to get your hands cable-tied
to the steering wheel.
I just had this fixed!
Don't go playin' with my car, man!
Sheaun, there's cash in his wallet.
The Rolex should take care of the rest.
Cops will be here soon.
I'd be someplace else.
[ Shouts ]
How am I gonna get home?
[ Siren Approaching ]
- What's up?
- Uh-
Yeah, he's fine.
Do you have a place to stay?
Great.
You'll come get him? Good.
David, your dad will be here soon.
You two are gonna stay with your aunt
for a while.
You live here?
I usually stay at four-star hotels.
I mean,
I don't really have a lot of... stuff.
If you're hungry, there's
a blueberry yogurt in the fridge.
That black eye- How'd you get it?
Kids at school.
Yeah? Why?
I don't know.
They don't need a reason mostly.
Last time, they took my new shoes.
Time before, it was just 'cause.
How many were there?
Is it a group or an individual?
It matters, tactically.
It's a group. They get up in my face
and they start pounding me, okay?
[ Sniffling ]
Are you crying?
You're not crying?
Looks like you're crying. Don't, okay?
- [ Sniffling ]
- All right. Don't cry.
All right. Stop. All right? Here.
You have to lose some fights
so you can learn to win.
I mean, look at this.
I got the crap beat out of me.
I have two black belts, and they kicked my ass.
So you got nothing
to be ashamed of with me, okay?
I mean, I'm the champ
at gettin' beaten up.
But I'm also very good at winning.
You want it to stop?
- Yeah.
- All right.
The key to fighting a group
is taking out its leader.
Take out its leader, oh, they'll all
leave you alone. It's bully psychology.
Works with third world military units as well.
When I was in Afghanistan-
Never mind that.
Um, who's the leader?
- His name's Jake.
-Jake?
I'm gonna push you.
When I do that, drop down into a ball,
like you're scared.
Protect yourself.
Tight up like a ball. Good.
Now, he's gonna move in and make fun of you.
Keep those elbows tight.
He tries to kick you,
protect that spleen, protect that liver.
I want you to stand up quick,
hit your head right up underneath my chin.
And go!
[ Grunts ]
I'm a little dazed. Make your fist.
One, two, three, four, and then the five.
That locks it in.
[ Laughs ]
Very good. Good.
Guys, it's like I told you. There's nothing else.
We did the one job, and that's it.
About the threatening package? You may not
take that seriously, but the terror task force-
Oh, come on, guys!
He was just making a point.
We're not here for our health, Sam.
Hi, guys. Talking about me?
Can I get a coffee?
- [ Clears Throat ] Sam.
- Hey, Mike.
You want to introduce me
to your F.B.I. buddies?
- F.B.I.? You got the wrong idea.
- Ford outside has G-series plates.
You got fast-draw holsters,
off-the-rack suits and cheap loafers.
No, you guys are feds. They're feds!
Michael, look. They came to me.
I was just trying to help you.
It's not like I didn't know. I've got two
known associates in Miami-you and Lucy-
and amazingly,
you're both willing to help me?
I know how the game is played, Sam.
I was on the other side, remember?
So, I'm Michael Westen, and you are?
Agent Harris. This is Agent Lane.
Do you even know why you're following me?
'Cause this whole thing-
Don't know, don't care.
Higher up the food chain.
Great. Let's call your boss.
Maybe he can tell me.
Those aren't our orders.
Our orders are to keep tabs on you.
- Then you give him a message. You tell him-
- Sorry.
I do have a message for you though.
Don't go thinking
you got nothin' to lose.
You got friends, you got family.
Is that a threat, Agent Harris?
It's the truth. Coffee's on me.
- Mike, they got my pension tied up.
- Sam, Sam.
- Mike, they got my pension tied up.
- Sam, Sam.
Look, they said it would be better for you,
that you can do anything you want basically...
as long as you stay where they can see you
and you don't 'cause any trouble.
Sam, don't sprinkle sugar on this bull
and call it candy.
I'm sorry, Mike.
I don't know what to say.
If I couldn't handle my friends informing
on me, I wouldn't be in the business.
The way I see it, better a friend
than someone I don't know.
The way I see it...
a friend would tell them just enough
to make them happy...
but keep 'em out of my business.
Well, hell, yeah, Mike. Absolutely.
Good. Good. I gotta go.
I gotta go take care of Pyne.
- You want me to come along?
It's the least I can do.
- [ Laughs ]
No. I can handle it.
Good luck, Mike.
[ Michael Narrating ] When you work solo,
it's about prepping the ground.
Home court advantage counts for a lot.
You never know what's going to happen.
You prepare for everything.
Most bad guys expect you
to just sit there and wait for them...
like those are the rules or something.
[ Ringing ]
[Javier On Phone ]
Hello. Hello. Who's this?
He's there.
[ Car Warning Bell Dinging ]
Hi there.
- Where is he?
- Uh,Javier?
He's not here.
Listen, we need to talk.
I'm not screwing around.
Where the hell is he?
[ Slowly ]
He's not here.
Anything you need to say to him,
you can say to me.
I'm done talking, Mr. Westen.
I don't know how in the hell you got in my safe,
but I want to make it clear-
- I will not be intimidated.
- Well, neither will I.
By the way, Vince, you're gonna have a hard
time blowing my brains out with the safety on.
- [ Grunts ]
- [ Gunshot ]
Whoal Hey, the safety was off.
What do you know? My mistake.
[ Gunshots ]
Vince, what the hell?
[ Vince Grunting ]
- [ Groaning ]
- ## [ Whistling ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're going to put prints on a gun...
sticking it into somebody's hand
isn't going to do it.
- Any decent lawyer can explain prints on a gun.
- Ow, ow!
But try explaining prints
on the inside of the trigger assembly.
Who-
Who was doing all the shooting?
We have a special guest.
This bad boy.
[ Laughs ]
.357 Magnum loaded with blanks,
duct taped to a flare.
Sounded like the real thing, didn't it?
- I need a hospital.
- Yeah, in a sec. We're talking.
You shot your buddy here, Mr. Pyne.
And this-[ Laughs ] this-
this here is a crime lab's wet dream.
- Mmm.
- What do you want?
In a second.
I'm not done with my show-and-tell.
[ Pyne's Voice ] Vincent, you're gonna
have to go over and take the kid.
I don't know what the hell else to do.
That is you plotting a kidnapping.
That's hard time, federal time.
- At your age, that's the rest of your life.
- Tell me what you want!
Vince here confesses to the robbery.
Javier gets severance pay, five years,
with benefits-and dental.
That's very important.
And never sees your mug again.
And you know what? For Christmas,
throw in a college fund for David.
How does that sound?
Well, let's get you outta here.
This will be a murder weapon in 20 minutes
if Vince doesn't get to the hospital.
And the documents-
the financial information?
We'll see how good of a boy you are.
'Cause I'll be watching.
I cleaned up your place pretty well,
but you're gonna have to replace the carpet.
But no one's gonna bother you
or your family again. You can go home.
Thank you. I don't-
I don't know how to say, but-
Don't worry about it.
[ Children Chattering ]
Come on!
[ Knocking ]
- Yeah?
- Can I borrow your binoculars?
Um-
I know you got some in there
and you're not using them...
because you need 'em to see me,
and I'm right here, so-
Please?
[ Children ]
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, it doesn't matter...
if you're helping rebel forces
fight off a dictator...
or giving combat tips to a third-grader.
There's nothing like helping
the little guy kick some bully's ass.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
There's nothing worse for a spook
than knowing you're being played.
Someone is pulling strings.
Who? Not some intelligence agency
bureaucrat in a cubicle.
This is someone with more style.
Not F.B.I. either.
They're not this creative and they don't
do surveillance on their own guys.
This is someone
who knows what he's doing...
someone who wants to send a message.
"Welcome to Miami. "