Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 11 - Hot Spot - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.

When you're burned,
you've got nothing.

No cash, no credit, no job history.

You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work comes your way.

You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you.

- A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend.
- Should we shoot them?

An old friend who used
to inform on you to the FBI.



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

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

- If you're desperate.
- Someone needs your help.

Bottom line...
Until you figure out who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

Previously on Burn Notice

Someone out there wants you dead,
and we both need to know who.

You're gonna do this?
Hunt them down?

The enemy of my enemy
could be my friend.

I got the chemical analysis back
from the explosion. Professional.

Any progress finding our bomber?

Nope. Checked the blast.
Crude IED. Amateur hour.

We recruited you
because you're a good liar.

I guess we can't complain
when you lie to us.



They couldn't go out the door after they
set it. If they went off the balcony...

I could check the security cameras
at the businesses along the river.

When you work
for an intelligence agency,

you operate within
an official structure.

There's a chain of command to report to,
protocols to be observed.

No one questions their mission.

But when you freelance,
you don't have those luxuries.

Getting your team on board
may require some convincing.

I don't have a problem
with hunting down

someone who planted a bomb
at your place.

I have a problem
with why you're hunting him.

If this was revenge, I'd be fine.

- Revenge is a waste of time.
- So is watching TV and eating candy.

You do it 'cause it feels good.

You are finding a killer
for the people who ruined your life.

When I find him,
I'll have more on them.

Intelligence gathering. Right.

He should at least suffer a little.

When I find him, there will be
some pain involved. Are you happy?

Delighted.

Do you see that storage facility?

It has security cameras that cover
the approach to your loft from the road.

Here's the name of the service rep
who installed the security system.

And the model number.
You're welcome.

You do care.

Now run along
before I change my mind.

Spies love technology upgrades.

When someone replaces old equipment,

a computer, a cellphone, a PDA,

Getting information becomes as easy
as looking through the trash.

I cannot believe
Phil didn't call you.

I was up on an install up in Boca.

They had me come down here
and do your upgrade.

I got the paperwork right here.

- Is it gonna take long?
- No, it shouldn't be long.

It's just a simple
switch-out of a unit.

I should check with them.

No, you should yell at them.
I'm gonna get started here.

When you need to steal
information in a hurry,

just arrange
the technology upgrade yourself.

Ron, it's Kay, at Evergreen.

There's a guy doing an upgrade,
but I don't have him on the schedules.

Hang on.

I'm with Ron Lummer.
He needs to speak to you.

- Yeah, Ron?
- Yeah. Who is this?

No, no, no.
You're looking in the wrong files.

It's Evergreen Storage.
On your desk by the bobble-head guy.

What? I don't have a file.

- You found it?
- What?

Yeah. Oh, it looks like Phil
dropped the ball on this one.

I'm calling the police now.

No, no. Don't be too hard on him.
Everybody makes mistakes.

You're breaking the law.
Don't touch anything.

You know me. Anything for you.
Just save me a donut!

This isn't funny! You hear me?
You're going to jail! I'm...

- What did he say?
- Someone's in trouble, but it ain't me.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

If you need to buy a few seconds
in an office environment,

programming a computer to dial
every phone in an office simultaneously

is simple and cheap.

Just set up your cellphone
to trigger the call remotely.

Sounds like you guys are busy.

To get away clean from an office,
it's okay to run.

People run out of offices
all the time.

If the look on your face
says "I'm in a hurry,"

you can go as fast as you want.

It's all about covering ground
before the yelling starts.

Hey! Hey, stop!

The one you love
is closer than you think.

What's yours say?

The one who burned you
is closer than you think.

What? What?

- That got your attention.
- Not funny, Fi.

Is this what
your life's become, Michael?

Running around
like Carla's errand boy?

I'm doing this so I can get out
from under Carla.

The guy who blew me up...
She hates him.

So I would like to meet him.

I think I found something.

Passed the camera twice in 90 minutes
the day of the bombing.

Right time, too.

Collapsible ladder for getting down
from your balcony.

City worker outfit keeps people
from asking questions.

Meet the man who tried to kill me.

Season 2, Episode 11 :
Hot Spot.

Synchro VO : S@lomon

{\pos(192,215)}Kind of ordinary for a spy killer.

{\pos(192,215)}- What were you expecting?
- I don't know. After all this, like,

boots and a mask, at least.
You know, a cape, maybe?

{\pos(192,230)}His gear is from
city of Miami public works.

{\pos(192,215)}Capes aren't standard issue.

{\pos(192,215)}Fi's checking it out.

{\pos(192,215)}Hey, good news.

{\pos(192,215)}Something to take your mind
off all this.

{\pos(192,215)}I got a way to score
some Dolphins tickets.

{\pos(192,215)}- Sam...
- Come on, Mikey.

{\pos(192,215)}When's the last time you did something
that regular people do?

Don't be afraid.
I'll be right there with you.

{\pos(192,230)}50-yard line, third row,
beer in big plastic cups.

{\pos(192,230)}- How are we getting these tickets?
- Buddy of mine, Sean Martin.

{\pos(192,230)}He used to play for the 'phins
in the '90s.

He... He needs a little favor.

- And there it is.
- Come on.

{\pos(192,230)}Look, we can probably
wrap this up in a day.

We're supposed to meet him at 2:00.

Most of these guys I handpicked
in the roughest part of overtown.

{\pos(192,230)}Pulled them out of broken families,
gangs. Put them on the field.

{\pos(192,215)}See, Mike? He's a great humanitarian,
he's got tickets on the 50-yard line.

{\pos(192,215)}Sam said you had a problem.

{\pos(192,215)}Not me.

{\pos(192,215)}One of my players, Corey Jensen.

{\pos(192,215)}Good kid. Stays out of trouble,
but he got into a fight the other day.

- A fight? What about?
- Not sure.

I just know the guy he fought
is bad news.

Felix Cole,

a local gangster.

Word is, he wants Corey dead.

Gangster...
This is the little problem you...

Yeah. Hey, Sean, what exactly
were you hoping for here, favor-wise?

He's at my place with his sister.

I just wanted you guys to go by and talk
to him and see what the options are.

Well, if he's being hunted,
he shouldn't be staying at your place.

Won't be long
before they look there.

Mike's right. Look, let me swing by.
I'll pick them up.

{\pos(192,215)}Thanks, Sam.
I appreciate it.

{\pos(192,215)}Okay, so it's not a little problem,

{\pos(192,215)}but we're not exactly talking
nosebleed seats either here, huh?

Come on.

{\pos(192,215)}Whoa, Mike.
We got a visitor.

{\pos(192,215)}Hello, Michael.

{\pos(192,215)}Is now a good time?

Carla. So great to see you.

You might want to give Sam your keys.
We need to talk.

{\pos(192,215)}- I'll meet you back at the loft.
- You sure, Mike?

He's sure.

{\pos(192,215)}Don't I get tied to the chair?
Don't go soft on me now, Carla.

I thought we'd keep this meeting
a little more casual.

We want to know
how your investigation is going.

"We"?
Who's "we"?

- Love to meet them, if they're around!
- Michael, sit down.

We got our analysis back
of the explosives at your place.

Same method and materials used on
the other operatives that were attacked.

"Operatives". Plural.

How many exactly?
Do I get names?

I thought you weren't going
to tie my hands.

I've seen your work.

You do just fine
with your hands tied.

Everything I can share
with you is here.

And it stays here.

Look it over,
let us know when you're done.

What if I have to go
to the little boys room?

Well, you're gonna have to hold it.

My men have orders to shoot you
if you try to leave the room.

Hey, Mike.

Well, that was a quickie.

You look... unbruised.

Just a few paper cuts.

I got a look at Carla's files.

She thinks the bomber is not local.

So the big, bad burn-notice lady's
a step behind you.

You think it's gonna stay that way?

Well, I asked for a list
of all demolition experts

who have spent time
in Serbia and Montenegro.

Said I saw a pattern there.

- We got another meeting on the books.
- Nice.

Fi's upstairs with the kids.

I'm just heading out
to get dinner for everybody.

- Pizza time?
- Yeah.

Mike, just a heads-up.

This one has Fi a little...
fired up.

Sorry. I was delayed.

Oh, that's okay, Michael.
I was getting to know your guests.

I'm Corey.
This is my little sister, Tanya.

- Hi. I'm Michael.
- Nice to meet you.

They told me about their situation.
It seems this...

Man... Felix?

He took Tanya for a ride
in his car...

... and then he attacked her.

And she escaped, barely,

and then Corey went after him
with a baseball bat.

I found her crying. I just wanted to
make sure he never tried to come back...

No explanation necessary.

Use a golf club next time.
Greater force to a smaller area.

But now he's after me.

His guys came to my house.
They tried to shoot me in the street.

- I mean, I don't know where to go.
- It's fine.

- We'll take care of it.
- Would you excuse me?

Could I talk with you
out on the balcony?

Michael, I'm gonna say this once.
We are helping these kids.

- Fi, this is a job for the police.
- Oh, sure.

If we let Felix kill Corey,

we'll have more evidence
when he comes after this girl again.

You made your point.
We can get them out of town.

No. They've done nothing wrong.
They're not going anywhere.

That son of a bitch is going somewhere,
and this is not a discussion.

You're letting your emotions
get the best of you.

No. I'm doing better than that.

I'm letting my feelings run the show,
and I feel very strongly about this!

Felix works out of that club,
mostly.

His crew boosts cars
for the 24k syndicate.

That's him next to the GTO.

Man, what was I thinking?

He's a stone-cold gangster.

{\pos(192,275)}He doesn't deserve
to be called a gangster.

Anyone who attacks a 15-year-old
is a pervert.

It's just...
See, the thing is,

ever since the word went out,
his whole gang is after me.

The whole 24k crew.

The whole 24k crew.
Oh, this is getting better and better.

You see that guy he's talking to?
The guy with the glasses by the table?

That's Tony Soto, the boss.

{\pos(192,275)}Felix earns a lot of money
for that guy.

{\pos(192,275)}Any car that gets boosted
from here to midtown,

it's his guys.

Listen, seriously, I don't think
there's anything you guys can do.

Oh, don't worry, Corey.

There's a long list of things
we can do.

You know, just for the record,

when I said "favor",
I was thinking, like,

find somebody's lost dog
or something like that.

You're gonna have to work
a little harder than you're used to.

I work plenty hard, lady.
I just make it look easy.

Corey's up against
an organization here, Fi.

Felix is well-connected.

Well, then we'll just have
to disconnect him, won't we?

Tony won't back Felix

if we put him out of business.

A new gang of car thieves
is coming to town.

You want to take him head-on?

Well, then we got to stash Corey
and his sister somewhere for a bit.

Corey and Tanya are getting settled,
and I'm making spaghetti.

- Excuse me.
- Ma, I'm sorry.

Fiona really felt strongly about

them being in a nicer environment
than the loft, and...

Well, you know, she was really not
in the mood to discuss the point.

It's fine. If you didn't bring
people over, I'd never see you.

And thank you
for what you did for your brother.

- For... For what?
- Your brother's papers.

When he got out of jail?

The arrest was erased,
like it never happened.

- You didn't do that?
- Not exactly.

It was... It was done for me.

Thank your friends for me, then.

Yeah, my friends put him in jail
in the first place, actually, so...

Sometimes I forget
how complicated your life is.

There's a reason
armies wear uniforms,

even though they make them
easier to spot.

Sometimes that's what you want.

Uniforms suggest organization,
power, and numbers.

These, in turn, inspire fear.

And as any good operative knows,

there's no more effective weapon
than fear.

Nice car.

It's too bad, really.

What's too bad?

Pepper grenades are used
by antiterrorist units

to disable and stun.

Not lethal, but a face full of
pepper gas will keep you pretty busy.

No, no, no. Don't go anywhere.
The party's just starting.

What the hell, man?

Melting through
the engine block of a car

isn't hard if you know
what you're doing.

A few pounds of thermite
in a coffee can and a fuse

will do the trick
and put on a pretty good show.

Felix, over here.

It's time for you to leave Miami.

You what?

You did that to his car?
He's gonna come after you.

Better than him coming after you.

We're just sending him a message.
It's time for him to move on.

Yeah, sounds like it.

Damn.

Oh, I looked through those pictures
Mr. Axe gave to me.

- You recognize anyone?
- Yeah, this dude here is JB.

He's definitely big-time.

That's Rodrick.

And this dude here?
They call Reed.

These three are
Felix's main boosters.

I found some crackers.

Mom?

These are like cardboard.

They were in the back of the cupboard.
They're a few years old.

Corey's been helping me clean out
all of the old food in the house.

He ate a can of smoked oysters
that I've had since you were a baby.

A little salty,
but they really hit the spot.

- Thanks, Ms. Westen.
- Oh, no. Thank you.

- Can we go home now?
- Not yet.

This was a good first step,
but we still have to be careful.

Is there any family that you have
that Felix might know about?

It's just me and Tanya.

Our mom passed last year.
We got family up north.

But I need to finish school here.
I got a chance at a scholarship.

Coach Martin looks after us
if we need it.

Well, I think it's time
to talk to coach Martin.

The whole neighborhood's talking about
what happened with Felix yesterday.

The engine of his car
melted into the road?

It's crazy.

Well, crazy's kind of what you want
in a situation like this.

I mean, you want Felix to worry
about something that's bigger

than some kid beating him up.

Sounds like a plan to me.
If there's anything I can do to help.

Actually, I need you to keep
your head down for a while,

'cause this is gonna get worse
before it gets better.

Sam, you're asking me to hide?

Hide? Oh, no.
Of course not.

I just need you to be someplace
where no one can see you.

Until I give the all-clear.

You know, for the kids.

When you need to get into
a building in a hurry,

you can always count on a fire exit.

Every building has them.
It's just about knowing how to use them.

The right shape charge will put
a big enough dent in a steel door

to disengage the lock,
which can turn a fire exit

into a convenient
and unexpected entrance.

A coil of detcord
attached to a rubber mat

will give you the explosion you need

and allow you to point it
wherever you need it to go.

SWAT teams call it a hockey puck.

Let me do that.

I have a more delicate touch.

I made some progress
finding your would-be assassin today.

There's a chance he works
at ASA Dismantling.

The city contracts
their demolition work with them.

I think I'll pay him a visit,
see what I can find out.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

So, the front of the place
is pretty well guarded, but that's it.

- And Felix?
- He hangs around the back. He's there.

- Fresh from the printer.
- Shall we?

I want to know
who the hell they are!

They come out of nowhere,
destroy my car,

tell me to leave my home,

and you say nobody...

Nobody knows anything?

No, Felix.
Nobody's seen nothing.

Then maybe they're not
looking hard enough.

"Blitzkrieg", or "lightning war",

was a strategy pioneered
by the Germans in World War II.

It refers to a fast attack designed
to inspire fear and confusion,

penetrating quickly
behind enemy lines.

Good afternoon.
Let's get those hands up.

Thank you to back up against the wall.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

Nice. Comfortable?

Hello, Felix.

Who the hell are you people?

The name's Johnny.

We got a lot in common, Felix.
We're both in the car-theft game.

Only we work Miami, and you...
Well, you work someplace else.

You've 48 hours. After that, we'll make
your travel arrangements for you.

Leave town?

I'm supposed to be scared
of some fancy-ass suits and a shotgun?

You better get the hell out
of my establishment.

I hear you. You're busy.

You got a lot to do.
After all, you only have...

47 hours, 59 minutes...

And 10 seconds...

... left.

Trust me, Felix.
You want to move on.

You got a lot of headaches here
you don't need.

Miami is very humid in the summer,

and you got all these people
you have to manage.

Plus your place is on fire.

I'll kill you!

- Take care.
- You hear me?

Do you hear me?

Did you see the shopping list
your mother gave Sam?

Corey is eating his own body weight
in cereal every day.

He's a growing boy.

I have to say, I like this Johnny.
He's got flair.

He reminds me of your cover
in Dublin when we first met.

Do you remember
what you called yourself?

Michael McBride.

Michael McBride.

Sometimes I wonder if...

He's the one I fell in love with.

I wouldn't be surprised.

We caused a lot of mayhem,
you and I.

He was your type of guy.

Yes, he was.

Where did he go?

Oh, you know how it is
with cover IDs.

You become who you need to be.

And everyone gets to guess
who you really are.

I'll see you later, Michael.

I have an appointment
at ASA Dismantling and Demolition.

Fi, if you see this guy...

I'll give him a kiss from you.

- Are you Eric?
- Yeah.

Nina Roberts, Green Row Publishing.
We spoke on the phone yesterday.

Oh, right.

- You sell the calendars.
- No, darling.

I make the calendars.
Theme calendars.

Firefighters, lumberjacks,
cops, cowboys...

And now the men of demolition.

Nothing turns a woman on more
than when something goes "boom".

All I need from you
are names and photos of all your...

demolition guys.

Do me a favor.

- Don't tell them you're doing it.
- Why is that?

No feelings get hurt if I just talk
to the guys I'm interested in.

All I need is
another homely firefighter

offering to wax his chest
in my office.

- What do you look for?
- Depends.

But I think I'm looking at
Mr. January right here.

Target selection
is one of the least glamorous

but most important elements
in any strategy.

You want to take out the people
your opponent depends on.

The ones his organization
can't function without.

Lose your keys?

I can give you a ride.

Don't look so scared.

Loaded it with a bean-bag round,
so it won't do any permanent damage.

But the temporary damage,
that hurts like hell.

Did I forget to mention that?

My fault.

My fault.

Maybe we should exchange
insurance information.

Or maybe you should put these on...

And get into the trunk of my car.

You see? Look.

There's an element of theater
in any offensive campaign.

It's not just about
bullets and bodies.

Killing people usually creates
more problems than it solves.

It's about undermining
your enemy's will to fight,

destroying the morale of his troops,

sending the message
that fighting back is useless

because the battle is already lost.

I brought you a little
going-away present.

- You call this a present?
- Yeah. They're alive.

Yeah, but you won't be.

I'm good to go if you are.

You really want to do this in front of
all these people in broad daylight?

- You just wait, Johnny boy.
- Oh, I'll wait.

I'll wait 23 hours and 14 minutes.

Clean this up, man!

Hello, Johnny.

This is Tony Soto.
Maybe you've heard of me?

You're Felix's boss. Yeah.

There's a car coming up the street.

I see it.

I want to talk to you.

Well, go ahead and talk.
That's what phones are for.

No. In person.

- Get in the car.
- "Get in the car".

I'm new to Miami,
but are most people that stupid here?

I'll leave two of my guys
with your people, unarmed,

to guarantee your safety.

And I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

Now get in.

Keep these boys company.
I'm going to meet Tony Soto.

There's an old saying in war
that no plan survives the battlefield.

Often, as a situation evolves,
you create new enemies.

Sometimes you create
new alliances, new friends.

Soldiers are fine
for dealing with the enemies,

but you need a spy
to handle new friends.

Behold the ghost
haunting Felix Cole.

- Where you from?
- Around. Why am I here?

You got style, Johnny.

You're aggressive.

- I like that.
- Nice to be appreciated.

Felix has been a good earner,

but any guy who lets
someone punk him like you did,

lets a 17-year-old kick his ass
with a baseball bat...

Well, I can't have
that kind of weakness in my house.

- I couldn't agree more.
- Which brings me to my question...

- What exactly do you want?
- My team doesn't like competition.

We want to be the only game in town.

- We're selfish that way.
- I'm selfish this way.

Nobody operates in this neighborhood
without dealing with me.

I'll deal with you.
Listen, Felix is an amateur.

He steals a few cars for sale
and lays the rest off in chop shops.

Go to a high school.
A kid can do that.

Us? We deal in high-end export.
Shipping them overseas at a markup.

Overseas?

How do you get the cars
through customs?

We clean 'em and clone 'em.

Untraceable.

Sell them at twice the price.

Now, I can't have
these idiots running around,

boosting minivans
with a shim and a screwdriver.

You can talk, Johnny.
I'm gonna give you that.

But let's see if you can deliver.

Hot off the street.

Bring it back clean.
Show me how it works.

You could be my new car man.

Felix is out?

Felix is out, or you are.

So, this is your job application?

More or less.

So, meanwhile, some poor guy's running
around, looking for his $150,000 car.

We'll get it back to him.
We got to move fast on this one, Sam.

No kidding. I went to Felix's place
earlier to do some surveillance.

He's been going nuts
since we did our thing.

Well, the more panicked he is,
the easier our job is.

But this isn't just business.

I mean, he put the word out to every kid
in the neighborhood to look for Corey.

That was the plan.
We made him look vulnerable.

With Tony breathing down his neck,
he has to look strong now.

Quit yapping.
Let's go.

The actual theft of a car
isn't difficult.

The hard part is selling it
once you have it.

Between the license, registration,
tax records, and vin number,

it's surprisingly hard
to turn a car into cash.

The best approach is to start
with clean paperwork

on another car from out of state,

then match the stolen car
to the clean paperwork.

That means new vin tags
and a new registration.

And in case someone decides
to check closely,

some hydrochloric acid and a file

will make the etched vin number
on the car chassis impossible to read.

Well, that's it.

You think I should drive
around South Beach, you know,

just to make sure
it still drives okay?

Knock yourself out.

- I've got a meeting.
- Okay. Say hi to Carla for me.

Hello, Michael.

Hello, Carla.

Do we have to go all the way to your
office, or can we just do this here?

Everybody who's ever blown
something up in Eastern Europe.

Your ex-girlfriend's on there.

- I think we can rule Fiona out.
- Really?

She has the expertise,
and she certainly had access.

Lot of names here.
This could take some time.

Two days.

Driver.

I could get started that much faster
if you just dropped me off at home.

- Go up, make a left, make a...
- Goodbye, Michael.

- Aw, man. Look at that sweater.
- What?

Yeah. That was Christmas.

Michael must have been 15, I think.

God, don't they look cute?
So sweet.

Must be nice.

Me and Corey,

we never had a family like that.

Neither did we, sweetheart.

See the bruise on Michael's cheek?

He and his father got into a fight
because Frank was...

pushing his brother around.

Anyway, nobody was talking
to anybody, so I said,

"I'm gonna throw the whole dinner
down the garbage",

unless they stood there
and took that picture.

He fought his dad on...

on Christmas?

He was being a good big brother.

Like you.

- Is that everyone?
- Yep. Past and present.

Look who's on top.

I'll schedule photo sessions
in a few weeks,

once I've had time
to go over all this.

Cool.

Remember...

I'll be waiting.

- I believe I found your bomber.
- Who is he, Fi?

His name is Derek Poole,
and he works part-time for ASA.

I guess we know what he does
with the rest of his time.

- Can you get a home address?
- What do you think?

What's the word?

Fi got a name.

You expecting somebody, Mike?

Nope.

Who's there?

Sean!

What happened?

Felix and his boys jumped me.

They said if I didn't set up
a meeting with Corey,

they would go after my players.

He said he just wanted
to talk to him.

No. He's going to kill him.
He'll probably kill you both.

Should we call the police?

Well, we could get Felix arrested
for assaulting you,

but his crew would be on the streets,
and Corey would still be in danger.

So, what are we going to do, guys?
I can't have him going after my players.

Felix is on the edge.
It's time to push him over.

You're gonna call him.
Set up the meeting.

It's all right.
We've done this before.

This address Sean got from Felix?
It's an alley.

Industrial area by midtown.

- Perfect spot for an ambush?
- Bingo. You won yourself a beer, Mikey.

So, poked around.

Looks like this guy Felix is kind of
a one-trick pony when it comes to hits.

A few years ago,
one of his rivals got popped.

Same setup, different alley.

If something works...

Basically, car pulls in,

bad guys box him in,
hose him down with lead.

Well, this I can work with.

Can I work with that?
Thank you.

There are a couple of ways
to make a vehicle bullet-resistant.

$60,000 worth of titanium siding
will do the job.

Or you can pick up a few
extra copies of the yellow pages

from your local phone company.

Most non-armor-piercing bullets

will only penetrate a phone book
to a depth of an inch or two.

Behind a layer of steel,
it's more like a quarter of an inch.

Commercially available foam sealants
will keep your tires rolling

long enough to get you
out of danger.

For the windows, dual-layer,
high-density plexiglas is your best bet.

It's expensive, but bulletproof glass
is not the sort of thing you skimp on.

My guy called the cops.

It checks out clean.

You could drive to the police yourself,
and you wouldn't have to worry about it.

- I must say, I'm impressed.
- We aim to please.

All right. Let's check out
this operation of yours.

Let's.

I figured you for a nicer ride.

We don't like to take anything
flashy to our location.

- We can't afford to attract attention.
- You're careful. That's good.

Maybe a little crazy,
but you're careful.

And when it counts.
Now, about Felix...

Don't worry about him.

This checks out,
I'll take care of Felix.

Countless wars have been fought
over misunderstanding.

Tragic mistakes, misperceptions

that turn people
against each other forever.

That's Corey's car. Let's do this.

Of course, it's not so tragic

when you're the one creating
the misunderstanding.

It's up here.
We operate out of a warehouse.

We do all our work there.

Nothing's in our name,
so there's no connection to us.

Johnny, is that Felix's car?

- You tell Felix you were meeting us?
- No, I...

Why the hell is he here?
Did he follow you?

Get down!

Get us the hell out of here!

We got to ditch this thing.

- You can call your guys for a ride?
- Yeah, yeah. Jesus. How did we...

We armored the car.
We're crazy, but we're not stupid.

- You know, that son of a bitch, he...
- Yeah, about that.

You have a few things to straighten out
before we get into business together.

Yeah, I'd say so.

I think we're gonna leave Miami
for a little while. Let it cool down.

Give you time to clean house.

You straighten out
this thing with Felix.

Oh, I'll straighten it out.

There's our ride.
We'll give you a call when it's time.

I want you to get big Ed
on the phone.

I'm gonna take care of this cat.

Felix cleared out of Miami soon as
he heard Tony was looking for him.

His whole crew left, too.

Yeah, it's probably safe to park
in that part of town for a while.

Here's your tickets.
I got you three.

I heard there was a lady
doing most of the work.

Piece of cake. Right, Mike?

Hey, Corey wanted to say thanks.

Hey, you guys.

Listen, man, I just wanted to
thank you guys for saving my life.

Both of ours.

Thank you, and can you thank
Fiona for us?

Look, if you get anywhere
near the Super Bowl,

I want tickets, okay?
I want to be sitting on a goalpost.

You got it, man.

Yeah, Fi?

I believe I found
your bomber's house.

All right, I'm on my way.

Bad news is, looks like no one's
lived there in a while.

Mail's piled up in the box,
newspapers stacking up.

I think I may go in and poke around
a little while I'm waiting.

Fi, no. I don't want to disturb...

You think I've never broken
into a house before?

Fiona, just take it easy
and be careful.

When you boobytrap
someone else's place,

you put the trigger
in the door or just inside

so the odds of tripping it
are much higher.

If you rig your own place,

the trigger has to be farther inside
so you can safely enter.

A trip wire is
a quick and dirty version,

but a contact plate under the rug

is completely undetectable.

Put a little accelerant
on the walls...

There's a reason
they call it a firetrap.

It's Fi. Leave a message.

Fi, I'm at the address you gave me.

Call me back if you get this.

- Hey, you can't be here.
- Anyone in there?

- It's too hot.
- Did you find anyone?

We don't know yet. We haven't been
able to confirm. It's too hot.

- Was there a woman in there?
- Someone was seen going in.

I just need to know
if someone was in there!

Did you see a woman come out?
Did anyone see anything?

Was anyone in there?

Move back! Move!

Move it back!

Move it back!

We're clearing this whole street.
Let's go.

- It's Fi. Leave a message.
- Fi, Fi, pick up the phone!

Call me if you get this!

I need to know where you are!

It's Fi. Leave a message.

There you are.

You have got to get
a landline in here.

Poole rigged his place
to burst into flame.

It was no surprise, but
I let my curiosity get away with me.

I waited for a burnout
in one of the windows.

Now I need a new cellphone.

Michael, you didn't think that...?

Breakfast?

For me?

I see Fiona's spending
the night now.

Good for you.

Putting down roots.

So, you've had your couple of days.

What's the good news?

I ruled out everyone
on the list you gave me.

I took another look at the blast.

I'm checking demolition specialists,
private contractors.

You could have someone look at that list,
see if there's anyone worth flagging.

Is this some kind of a joke?

From what I hear, you have time

to run around town
playing dress-up with your friends,

but the best you can do
is a needle in a haystack?

If you have a better idea,
I'm willing to hear it.

You're my idea, Michael.

Make no mistake.

There are those who think
you're more trouble than you're worth.

I've convinced them that you're useful
'cause you can find the bomber.

What do you think's gonna happen
if you don't deliver?

Same thing that would happen
to you, I suppose.

You gonna run that check for me?

Give me the list.

It's time you focus
on helping yourself,

or you're not gonna be around
to help anyone else.

It's Fi. Leave a message.