Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 12 - Seek and Destroy - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--



You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

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

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Getting information
is all about fitting in.

If you're hunting for intel
in the Middle East, that means
a beard and a djellaba.

If you're doing it
on South Beach,
you're probably wearing...

a swimsuit and flip-flops.

You think the sarong
is too much? Suddenly,
I'm feeling overdressed.

You look fine, Fi.
Besides,
we're here on business.

What is the big deal
with this bomber?

If we looked for everyone
who tried to kill you,
we'd do nothing else.



I need to find out
what this guy knows.

[ Fiona ]
Well, if there's anyone in Miami
who can track down a bomber,

it's our old friend
Seymour here.

Hope he's still not mad
about the face full of gunpowder
last time we dropped by.

Well, he was
pretty enchanted with you
once upon a time.

Pretty enchanted with me?
Yeah.

He showed it
when he attacked me
with a baseball bat.

Will you do
my shoulders?

You know, Fi,
if, uh--

if you wanna talk
about what happened
the other night--

There's nothing to talk about.
We were just blowing off
some steam, right?

We should go in.

** [ Hip-hop On Stereo ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When it comes
to intelligence gathering,

you can't hold grudges.

The guy who hit you with
a baseball bat yesterday...

could be an information
source today.

Fi, you wanna take care of--
Yeah, I'll take care of
Mr. Security over there...

while you say hello
to Seymour.

- Hello, Seymour.
- Security!

[ Guests Gasping ]

Nice goin', Jackass!
You know, I learned
a thing or two...

after the last time
you kicked his ass.
What's that?

When it comes to
my personal security, I gotta
take care of things myself.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

You got hollow points in there.
Oh, you can tell
just by looking--

No, I can't.
But I can distract you
long enough to take it.

Now, I just need help
tracking someone down, Seymour.
That's it.

You are such a badass.
It's kind of awesome.

You need my help?
Okay.

- One condition. You gotta
teach me some of these moves.
- Sure.

All right.
What's everybody starin' at?
This is a party.

I'm sorry, Mike.
What are we doing again?

I need help tracking someone--
an explosives expert,
Derek Poole.

Oh, right.
A manhunt. I love it.

Okay, first, you're gonna
have to front me some
cash to spread around.

It opens doors.
No? Okay.

I'll front you,
because I know
you're good for it.

But we are gonna have
to be in constant dialogue,
Mike, okay?

You and me,
badasses in this
together.

All right, Jackass,
you see how they just
laid you out again?

That is called
teamwork, people.

And it is
a beautiful thing.
So, up and at 'em.

Hit the blender,
make some smoothies.

You like mango?
Mango.

Fi. Fi,
I need a favor.

Uh, I need to put
some money together.

Seymour said he'd front you.
Yeah.

Seymour's not the type
of guy I wanna owe
money to long-term.

You wanna borrow money?

If you need cash,
you can get a job
like the rest of us.

I can't fill out a W-2.
If the people who burned me...

find out I'm looking for
a job, they'll wonder
why I need money.

I just passed on a gig
for some art dealer.

Someone's stealing paper clips
or something dull.
Pay's good.

You take a job
under a cover I.D.,
no one needs to know.

You're the best.
Mm-hmm.

I expect a commission,
Michael.

Mike, do you have
to work with Seymour?
I mean, the guy's unstable.

He's connected, and he doesn't
mix well with government types.

Do you have
my new cover I.D.?
Yes. You're Miles Parker.

Background in
corporate espionage.
You're a desk jockey.

Perfect for a cushy
office gig.

Looks good, Sam.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah, Fi, looks like
I'm good to go
for that art dealer job.

Thanks. I'll call you later.
Maybe we can grab dinner.

[ Beeps ]
So you two are just
grabbing dinner?

Just to debrief.
Right. Debrief.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are a lot of advantages...

to taking on a new identity
when you take a new job.

You can tailor your résumé
to the position,

and it gives you
a lot of flexibility.

You just have to get used
to the idea of lying
to everyone you meet.

- I'm Miles Parker.
- Hi, Miles Parker.

- I'm here to see
Scott Chandler.
- Mr. Parker.

You came highly recommended.
Scott Chandler.

Welcome to the gallery.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Coffee? Water?
Scotch and soda?
I'm fine.

[ Beeping ]

Right this way.

Quite the résumé.
Wall Street,
Silicon Valley, D.C.

Anyplace where a little
information goes a long way,
I've been there to protect it.

Any P.I. experience?
A P.I. license comes with
a lot of privacy concerns.

There's a chance anything
a private investigator finds
could wind up in court.

Yeah, well, I prefer
to resolve this quickly
and quietly as possible.

Quick and quiet--
That's what I do.
Tell me about your problem.

A few weeks ago,
I noticed unusual
activity on the computers.

Files moved,
log-ins at odd times.

And then, I started
hearing a buzzing sound
in my office phone.

I checked it out.
Infinity transmitter
in its base.

Saw a lot of that
in the dot-coms.

Whoever installed it didn't
isolate the circuit. You're
hearing a little feedback.

I wanna know
who planted this.

Any idea what
they're looking for?

I sell about $30 million
worth of art a year.

It could be thieves,
buyers looking to lowball a bid,
other art dealers.

Too many possibilities.
My business,
my reputation...

depends on information
remaining private.
Let's take a look around.

Now, the gallery's under
24-hour video surveillance.

Can't get through here
without someone seeing it.

What about
the executive offices?

There's no cameras,
but all the offices
are keypad access only.

No one gets in here
without me knowing.

Well, somebody has.
Does anybody have a habit
of working late?

No later than I do.
I'm the first one in,
last one out.

So what do you think,
Mr. Parker? Think you can
find whoever's doing this?

I'll see what I can do. I need
a floor plan of the office.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

I'll have something
by the end of today. Excuse me.

[ Seymour ]
Alpha, it's Bravo. Over.
Hello, Seymour.

Chalk one up for the
brotherhood of badass, buddy.
I got good news.

You gotta get over here.

** [ Woman Vocalizing ]

So I asked around
about that explosives guy
you were looking for.

He does demo for the city,
but he moonlights
for the Russian mob.

This is their hangout.
He's their go-to guy when
something's gotta go boom.

Any idea
where he's hiding?
No.

Seymour, you said
you had good news.
No, I do. He's got a girlfriend.

And they're hot and heavy.
They can't be apart for more
than a couple of days...

without some together time,
you know what I'm saying?

I know
what you're saying.
I bet you do.

You and Fi-- My God.
A molten hot action couple.

I can't even imagine
what it must be like
in the bedroom. Just--

[ Imitates Explosion ]
Don't do that.

Right? Am I right?
We're not together.

Are you serious?
Oh, my God.
You guys are like the-the--

Bomber's girlfriend.
Stay focused.
There she is.

Don't point.
Um--

Bianca. She works here.
Her shift starts in, like,
10 minutes.

Nice work, Seymour.

[ Seymour ]
Oh, the best part is,
my jackass bodyguard,

he's gonna put a tracker
under her car so you can
follow her right to him.

He's gonna put a tracking device
under her car in front
of the Russian mob?

Oh, he-- But it's cool.
I told him, just pretend
like he's tying his shoe.

He's gonna tip her off
that someone's watching.

Keep your eyes on Bianca,
and no more moves
on your own.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To protect someone
without blowing your cover,

you have to come up
with a story-- one that
explains what they're doing,

explains what you're doing
and gets everyone out
in one piece.

Hey, you forgot your keys.
Wait.

My keys? No, I--
You forgot your keys
on my wife's dresser.

Yeah.
Yeah, that remind you?

Of course, not everyone
is a born storyteller.

Go with it. Run.
But Seymour said
to plant a tracker.

[ Laughs ]

And don't let me catch you
near my wife again!

I gotta tell you,
this corporate espionage stuff
is kind of fun.

You know, there's
no guns, no explosions.

It's like
going on the kiddy rides
at the carnival.

[ Chuckling ]
So, uh,

any idea how our spy
got his way into
the art dealer's office?

I know how I'd do it.

Cleaning crew
comes around midnight...

from the service entrance here,
away from the gallery cameras.

Well, that's good,
because then there's no
door codes either...

'cause the cleaning crew
opens them for you.

Get in,
find a hiding place,
let everyone clear out.

And you got the place
to yourself.

[ Fiona Sighs ]

As stimulating as all this is,
I still don't see why you
called me over here, Michael.

It always helps
to bounce ideas, Fi.

Uh, I'm gonna grab
another beer and, uh,
drink it on the balcony.

Is this about
the other night?

Is this about me
not staying for breakfast?

Is it so strange that
I would want your opinion
on a job?

Look me in the eye
and tell me
that's all this is.

I have to go see Chandler.

You think he came in
with the cleaning crew.

Can't believe I was so stupid.
Whoever did this didn't
come through the gallery.

There's a chance
the parking lot cameras got him
at the service entrance.

I'll call the property manager,
set up a time for you
to stop by their office.

You really think sweeping
my office is necessary?

I don't think a phone bug
was the only thing
your spy left you.

[ Beeping ]
I've got dinner
with a client.

You let me know
if you find something.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A bug, in its simplest form,

is just a microphone
attached to a radio.

Effective,
but easy to detect
with a frequency scanner.

[ Whirring ]

A more subtle device is
the wireless key logger circuit.

Nearly undetectable
and easy to install,

it transmits
every password you type
into the keyboard.

All surveillance devices,
though, share a weakness--
they're machines.

When machines break,
somebody has to fix them.

More spies get caught changing
batteries and fixing wires
than any other single activity.

[ Beeps ]
Mr. Chandler.

Yeah. I'm gonna need
to work late tonight.

Mr. Parker.

You're the receptionist
here, right?
What is it?

Uh, Melanie.

Melanie. Right.
We need to have
a conversation.

Okay. I-I-I know
this looks crazy,

but, um, I can explain.

Melanie!

Melanie.

Melanie, stop. Stop.
Whatever you're up to,

it's not worth stabbing me
with a letter opener.

Don't tell Chandler!
He'll kill me.

Chandler? Yeah, that sounds
a little hard-core
for an art dealer.

You don't understand.

He killed my father.

My father was J.D. Blake.

The painter?
Wow.

How about that?
[ Chuckles ]

Well, Veronica's
really into pop art.

You know, you could stand
getting out to a few museums
every so often, Mike.

Chandler was
his art dealer.

Trouble started over a painting
called Lady in White.

Bids of, like, five,
seven million were coming in
before he even finished it.

My dad's health was failing.

But Chandler just kept
pressuring him to finish it.

Dad got sick of it,
said that he was gonna
get a new dealer.

Ooh, that probably stung
Chandler pretty good.

The commission
on seven million,
that's a lot of money.

One month later, someone
broke into my dad's loft,
beat him to death...

and burned down his studio.

Lady in White
was reported destroyed.

Cops called it
a burglary gone bad.

You think Chandler
was behind it?

And he never put it
together that you're
J.D. Blake's daughter?

I grew up with
my mom in New York.

I didn't even know
who my dad was
until about a year ago.

We talked on the phone
for a couple of months.

I never got to meet him
in person.

When I heard that
Lady in White was being
moved on the black market,

I came down and
got a job with Chandler.

I like your heart, Melanie,
but, you know, that painting
could be anywhere.

You get caught
looking for it,
you're dead.

I gotta prove
that Chandler's involved.
His security's good.

I thought that
I would get him
with that key logger thing.

But I need more access
to his files.

Melanie, I'm supposed to check
the security footage from
the service entrance tomorrow.

The same one you used.

You told him?
Look, if he sees me--

I'll make sure he doesn't,
provided your story checks out.

My story?

Uh, don't worry about it.
We'll check into it.

** [ Men Singing In Spanish ]

Yo, Mike. Mikey.
Looks like Melanie
was telling the truth.

Had to pull a few favors,
but I was able to
get my hands on that.

[ Michael ]
An apartment lease
from 1985.

Yep.
[ Chuckles ]

Check that out.
J.D. Blake's signature
right next to Melanie's mom's.

Little loft in Soho.
The math adds up, Mike.

She's his daughter.
All right.

Give her a call,
tell her I'll help her out.

But tell Melanie
she has to stop spying.
I'll handle it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To make a magnet
powerful enough...

to wipe a security camera tape,
you need a strong power supply.

A wall outlet will do nicely
if there's one available.

But if you need
something more portable,
a car battery works in a pinch.

Of course,
you have to be careful
to use a heavy-gauge wire...

if you don't want
a fiery explosion that
covers you in battery acid.

But do it right,
and you've got a magnet
powerful enough...

to wipe any magnetic media
you can manage to get close to.

Mr. Chandler said
you were coming by.

You had a break-in?
Something like that.

We keep all the footage
backed up on
the hard drive there.

Should go back
about six months.

If you can lay off just
the last few weeks to DVD,
I can go through 'em.

Sure. Or I can do V.H.S.,
not that anybody
has those anymore.

It's, uh,
not coming up.

What? What's wrong?
How do you mean?

[ Tapping Keyboard ]

It's not possible.
The drives--
they're wiped.

The footage--
It's all gone.

I better tell Chandler
about this right now.

You got a serious problem,
much more serious than
you led me to believe.

- Now, I need to know--
- Just slow down. Just--

You're saying the footage
was erased. I mean, could it be
a screw-up on the machine?

I know what it looks like
when a machine screws up,

and I know what it
looks like when someone
is erasing their tracks.

I mean, how could anyone
possibly do that?

A crooked security guard,
a hacker.

Hell, for all I know,

it could've been some guy
walking in with a--
an electromagnet.

The point is,
he's a professional.

You're the security expert.
What do I do about it?

I gotta start
with your computers.
I gotta go through everything.

I gotta see if your systems
have been breached.
Oh, yeah.

My computer files?
No, no, no.
That's private information.

Do you want me to
find this guy with one hand
tied behind my back?

I mean, are you hoping he walks
through that door, stands
in front of you and says,

"Hi. I'm your spy"?
[ Chuckling ]

Call me
when you're serious.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're playing
the role of spy-hunter...

and the person
you're hunting is yourself,

the trail of evidence
can lead anywhere
you say it does.

Wait!

You really think
access to the computers
will help you find him?

And no one can create more fear,

more paranoia
than the spy-hunter.

I hope so.
But I'm gonna
be honest with you.

When you're dealing
with someone this good,

it could get a lot worse
before it gets better.

So I gave Chandler's
encrypted files
a deep tissue massage.

We got his whole life here.
Anything about
the Lady in White?

If he has it,
he hasn't moved it yet,

'cause there's no big
cash movements, and he hasn't
been doing much offshore.

Well, there's gotta be
something, Sam.
There's something, all right.

The week
Melanie's dad died,

Chandler's calendar
had a bunch
of blank spots.

So I cross-referenced that
with the phone records,
came up with a guy.

Jacob Orr,
a so-called
security consultant.

He did a stint
for manslaughter.
Chandler's wet work guy.

- If I'm a betting man.
- You wanna make a new friend?

You can take Fi.
Oh, boy. You sure know how
to sweeten the pot, Mike.

Hey, uh, speaking of Fi,
what was that whole
business at the loft?

You know,
with the weird energy?

Oh, no, Mike.
Tell me you didn't.

You did, didn't you?
You did.

What? No.
I don't know what you're
talking about. What?

How many times do you have
to touch the flame until
you figure out that it burns?

You gonna help
with the job or not?

Of course. But I object
to the fact that you wanted
me to work with her...

without telling me
that you were doing
a little booty call.

Check.

[ Slurping ]

[ Man ]
Oh, yeah. Thank you very much.

[ Exhales ]

That's our boy.
Mmm.

Bigger in person.
Mmm.
Recently divorced.

Lives here at the hotel.

He spends a good chunk
of his time bouncing
in and out of rehab.

[ Chuckles ]
Looks like he's ready
for another visit.

You sure
you're up for this?

Planting a bug
in a cell phone.

You think I can't get a guy
to go up to his room?

No, I'd say you have
a gift for getting men
to make bad choices.

- Michael told you.
- He didn't have to.

Well, don't look at me.
He started it.

Fi, Mr. Orr is waiting.

[ Laughing ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
For a female operative,

picking a guy up at a bar
is harder than it might seem.

Most men have a sense
for when a pickup
is going too well.

If it's too easy,
they get suspicious.

If it's too hard,
they move on.

Uh-uh. Are you serious?
My ex was from Marstown.

Your ex? That means
you're single now.

[ Chuckling ]
Now, that's a leading question.

How's about I buy you
another drink?
Mmm.

I really shouldn't.
Oh, you should.

Or, uh, I could make you
a drink in my room.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Once an operative
has a guy on the hook,

she needs backup to make sure
things don't go too far.

The proper sedative
for cocktail hour
ensures an early evening.

Chloral hydrate is a mild
but effective choice.

It'll do the trick...
After.

but only if the target's
interested in drinking it.

Hey, hey. Hey!
What do you think
you're doin'?

If he's not, you have to induce
unconsciousness some other way.

Not with this shirt on.

I wanna see
these big muscles.
Mmm.

[ Groans ]

- [ Thud ]
- [ Door Handle Rattling ]

- [ Banging On Door ]
- You got somebody outside?

You settin' me up, bitch?
[ Groans ]

Oh, come on!

What?

[ Knocking ]
Where's Michael?

Make yourself
right at home.

Where is he?
He's out getting some yogurt.
Why? What's going on?

That security footage
he erased
with the magnet,

Chandler paid to have
the drive sent out
to be rebuilt.

Okay, relax.
That'll take a while.

Reconstructing data
stripped off a hard drive
is kind of like...

putting a shredded document
back together again,
only different.

We're running out of time, okay?
By the time he's done, I'm dead.
We're gettin' close, Melanie.

Chandler hired a guy
to do his dirty work.
We put a bug in his phone.

This is what we heard.
I'm telling you, Chandler.

The bitch attacked me.
She had backup.

[ Chandler ]
It was probably
just a robbery.

[ Orr ]
A two-man team to steal $40?
I'm serious!

If somebody found out
about the holding company--

[ Chandler ]
I got all that stuff locked up
in my office. Just relax.

[ Orr ]
I'll relax
when I got my money.

So, sounds like they set up
a holding company...

to deal with the dirty money
once they sell the painting.

So if we can link
these documents up
connecting the two of them,

that's enough
to take to the cops.

How are we gonna get them?
Chandler, he doesn't even let
the cleaning crew in anymore.

Well, I think it's time
for Chandler's spy
to be more aggressive.

I mean Mike, not you.

[ Knocking ]

- Miles.
- What the hell
did you get me into?

- What are you talking about?
What?
- They broke into my home--

where I sleep,
where I live.

What? You sure
it wasn't--

No, no. Maybe the lock
on the door broke itself.

Maybe my files
threw themselves around!

Of course I'm sure.
Was there anything taken?
Did he find anything that you--

No. All the files
are encrypted.

They-- They're kept off-site.
I talked to some people
in the neighborhood.

They said they saw
a man and a woman.
It was a two-person team.

What?
What is it?

A b-- A business
associate of mine, he was--
he was approached the same way.

I thought that he was--
And you didn't tell me?

Maybe I'm not being clear.
I need to know everything
that is going on!

Because now,
I'm involved.

- Whoever this guy is,
he's got resources, training.
- What kind of person could be--

Could be anybody.
Some spy gets blacklisted,
goes freelance.

He could be standing
right in front of you,
and you wouldn't even know it.

Geez.

I need to know
what he's after.

Chandler,
you have a mistress?
Fudge your tax records?

Steal a pack of gum
in the sixth grade?
You have to tell me.

It's the only way
I can protect you,
protect us.

- No, no. There's nothing.
I don't have--
- Nothing.

Okay. Uh, I'm gonna need
to upgrade your system.

I'm gonna lock down your office.
I need access
to the camera feeds,

the security codes
and the alarms.

You're gonna have
to trust me.
Chandler.

You with me?
Yeah.

[ Typing ]

[ Sam ]
Okay, Mikey, the feeds are up.

You sure you have to go
through the gallery?

Well, Chandler's checking
the service entrance cameras.

I don't have
much of a choice.

I'm at the west entrance
of the gallery.
Tell me when to go.

Okay, you are clear to get
to the first column... now.

Okay, now there's a camera
on the other side
of that column,

and it's sweeping
the north end
of the gallery.

So on my cue,
I want you to go to the left.

Uh, left.
Uh, you sure?

Yeah, Mike, who's the guy who's
looking at the camera here?
Yeah, I'm sure.

You're fine.
Cameras are moving. Moving.

Here we go.
Three, two, one--

No, no, no!
It's my left. My left.
Your right. Stop. Stop. Sorry.

Okay. Let's try this again.
I want you to go to your left.

Three, two, one, go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When it comes to security,

the difference between a spy
and a regular thief...

is that a thief gets to take
what he wants and run.

A spy has to go back
to the scene of the crime
the next day...

and act like nothing happened.

It makes the approach
a little more delicate.

[ Sam ]
How's it going in there, Mike?

Yeah, there's nothing here
but certificates of authenticity
for paintings and artwork.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

When you're a spy,
you spend a lot of time looking
for people's hiding places.

It's always good to start
by searching where your target
has the easiest access.

Of course, smart targets...

don't always hide things
where they have
the easiest access.

After that, the search
gets a little more subtle.

You look for signs
of moved furniture,

marks on the carpet,
scuffs on the walls.

Anything out of place.

I found where he's hiding
the papers, but it's
an armored file cabinet.

[ Sam ] That's no sweat.
We'll come back with a
cutting torch and call it a day.

Yeah, a torch would burn
the documents. I need
something more specialized,

like a diamond-tip drill bit
with a cooling system.

[ Chortles ]
That sounds like a doozy, Mike.

Look, I can make
some calls, but it's gonna
take a couple days.

Let's get on it.

Melanie, we're making progress.
We should have everything
we need in a couple of days.

You just need
to sit tight.
Sit tight?

Chandler is acting weird.

He's walking around
the office,

staring at
all the employees,
checking people's desks.

That means
he's getting paranoid.
That's good.

- The worse it gets, the more
he turns to Michael for help.
- What if he knows?

There's no way he rebuilt
the security footage
from those hard drives yet.

No, the most important thing
is for you to just act
completely normal.

Pretend that
nothing's going on.
I'll try.

I gotta run.
It's nice
meeting you, Fiona.

You too.

You know, pretending
nothing's going on is easier
for some people than others.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- [ Beeps ]

- What have you got, Seymour?
- I'll show you what I got.

Tell Fiona to fire up
the Saab, dude. We're gonna
need room for three.

Your bomber is holed up
in that little cottage
right there.

His girlfriend
run over this morning
for a little, uh,

together time.

[ Fiona ]
Booby trap on the door.

I guess he's not expecting
any more visitors.

That's no problem.

I got the shotguns and those
breaching rounds I brought.

They'll cut through that wall
like it's cardboard.

[ Michael ]
That would make a little
bigger bang than we want.

The door
isn't the only thing
rigged to blow. Look.

I'm gonna do some scouting,
figure out a better route
for an approach.

Fi.
[ Mouths Words ]

Man. That guy.

I mean, it's like he sees
around corners, you know?

[ Chuckles ]

So what's up with you two?
You're not together anymore?

We're in, uh,
different spaces,
Seymour.

Different spaces?
Give me a break.

As a practitioner of tai chi,
let me tell you something,
missy.

Go with the flow
of the universe.

All right?
It's destiny, you two.

Forces bigger than us.

Don't argue with destiny.
It will kick your ass.

[ Sighs ]
Believe me.

I'll keep that
in mind, Seymour.

I can drink this outside
if you two
need some alone time.

Drink it here, Sam.

So, Seymour find
your bomber?
Yeah.

The place he's staying at
is wired to blow if we so much
as knock on the window.

Yikes. Well, in other news,
I got a lead
on a precision drill...

we can use on
Chandler's file cabinet.

Buddy's gonna give us a break.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

- Yeah, Melanie,
what's going on?
- I'm at the office.

- I found something.
- You're at the office?
You're not supposed to--

I was talking to
a girlfriend from work.

She told me that Chandler's
secretary was shredding,
like, a ton of paperwork.

But get this.
Secretary didn't finish.

She left a ton
of paperwork for Monday.

So, I've been going
through the files until--

You're at the office
on a weekend?

If you used your employee
security code, Chandler
will know you're there.

What else was I supposed to do?
This stuff could be gone,
and then we'll never know.

Melanie, he's not gonna
just leave documents lying
around for someone to find.

- What do you mean?
- It's a trap.

He knows you're there.
You need to get out
right now.

[ Vehicle Approaches ]

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

He's here.

Melanie, listen to me
very carefully.
Are you in the copy room?

Yeah, I am.

Get a box of paper,
some duct tape
and an extension cord.

Some duct tape
and an extension cord?

Tape the cell phone
to the top of the box...

and run a wire behind it
and put it in
the gallery entrance.

Do it now.
I'm on my way.

- Fi, you got explosives?
- I'll pretend
you didn't ask that.

- I have to take a more direct
approach with Chandler.
- I like the sound of that.

- Mike, you want me
to come with you?
- Uh, no.

I want you to get in touch
with Chandler's hit man.
[ Door Alarm Chiming ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah.
It's Miles Parker.
Where are you?

I'm at the gallery.
Are you all right?
Did they come after you?

What are you talking about?
Listen, it's over. I shredded
some files at the office today.

I figured whoever's
behind this might go
after them. I was right.

Someone came in today,
used an employee security card.
[ Laughing ]

- What's so funny?
- You don't get it.
They tried to kill me.

You think the spy
who's doing all of this
would be stupid enough...

to come by your office
and use a security code
on the weekend?

It's a trap, Chandler.
A trap? What?

If you wanna take another breath
on this earth, do not go inside.
I'll be right there.

There was a bomb
wired to my front door.

It was just dumb luck I saw it
through my living room window.
You're serious.

Do I look like I'm joking?
There it is, right there.

On top of the box
is a detonator.

It's wired to the doors.
If you had gone inside,
they'd be picking up...

little pieces of you
from the gallery floor.
Oh, geez.

Look. This is your last chance.
You tell me what
this guy is after,

or I walk away
and you handle this alone.

It's about a painting,
all right? I'm--

I'm pretty sure
it's about a painting.
What painting?

It's called the Lady in White.
I've been trying to move it
on the black market.

It's worth seven million.
I think that's what he wants.
Genius.

What do you think is cheaper
for him, paying seven million
or having us killed?

Okay, so what are we
supposed to do?

We need to trade
the painting for our lives.
Where is it?

Let's just--
Let's just get outta here
and we can figure this out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're playing
the spy hunter,

the goal is to get the target
to trust you completely,

to think of you
as his only ally.
[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

Convince him that he's on
the brink of disaster,

Where's that painting,
Chandler?
It's at my house.

It's at my house!

and he'll tell you
whatever you want him to.

** [ Reggae On Stereo ]

[ Beeps ]

Here you go.
Thank you.

Careful now. Last time I saw
you, you got your ass kicked
by a girl smaller than her.

You son of a bitch.
[ Groaning ]

Now, now.
No need for name-calling.
[ Popping ]

Feel that? Huh?
Feel your thumb go
snap, crackle, pop?

Okay. Lookie here. This is what
I didn't put in your scotch
when you went to take a leak.

That's arsenic.

Who do you think
gave that to me?
Who in the hell are you?

My name is Finley.
Now, your buddy Chandler hired
me and my partner to kill you.

If the hotel security
hadn't come by,

you'd be
in a morgue right now.
Chandler?

Mm-hmm.
[ Popping ]

Something about
selling a painting,
cutting you out of the deal.

Anyway, I'm only getting
$10,000 to hit you.

A lousy 10 G's,
and that guy's
pocketing millions?

And I said to myself,
"That's not fair."

What do you want me to do?
I tell you where he's
off-loading the painting,

you cut me in
on the action.

Of course, if not,
we can go back
to Plan "A."

10,000 bucks is better
than nothing. Hmm?
[ Groaning ]

Yeah.
[ Exhales Sharply ]

Where is Chandler?

Think he's been here?

Hopefully, he thinks
he killed you
when the car blew. What?

Is this-- This
the Lady in White?

No, it's underneath.
Give me a hand.

Here.
Here it is.

So now we make a deal.
How are we gonna find this guy?

- He's already here.
- You!

That's the thing about spies.
You never know who they are.

Sam, how'd it go with Orr?
[ On Phone ]
He'll be there any minute.

You better
get outta there, Mike.

What are you doing here?

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the problems with running
a criminal conspiracy...

is that there's no real way
to avoid trust issues
with your coworkers.

- Where's the painting?
- He-He took it.

- Yeah? Who took it?
- The spy!

He was here and he took it.
Then he... hit me.

If you steal with a guy,
he knows you're a thief.

The spy?
The spy took it?

[ Laughs ]

You rip me off.
You try to kill me.

And you can't come up with
anything better than that?
No, I swear to God.

Please, I swear to you.
If you kill with him,
he knows you're a killer.

Last chance.
Where is it?

No, the spy, he took it!
The spy! The spy took it!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's a serious management issue.

Well, you don't have to worry
about Chandler anymore.
His partner just got arrested...

trying to dump his body
in the Miami River.

I really don't know how
to thank you guys.

I... brought some cash.

Uh, Melanie,

I'm pretty sure you just
lost your job, so--

My dad left
most of his estate
to an art school.

But he left me a little bit.

Trust me.
It's cool.

Oh. Thank you.
And I'm not sure...

if you're really into
this sort of thing,

but my dad painted this
the year I was born.

It's always been
one of my favorites.
I want you to have it.

Thank you.

[ Sighs ]
Thanks again.
Take care.

[ Sighs ]
Do me a favor.
Drop this off at the loft.

I have to go kidnap
an explosives expert.

Good luck with that.

The shotguns you requested.
Modified 'em myself.

Now, you sure you don't
want me to come up there,
help you guys out, back you up?

We're fine, Seymour.

Godspeed.
Uh, those are--

They're loaded
with the shells...

that I made specifically
for this job.

[ Male Announcer On TV ]
Gives him a big right hand!
Oh! Another big right hand!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Favored by bomb squads,
disrupter shells...

are a specially-designed
shotgun round
filled with water.

The blast can blow
an explosive device apart
without igniting it.

The shells are only lethal
up to about six feet.

At 10 feet,
they just hurt a lot.

[ Groans ]

Recognize me?
Yeah. You're the guy that
lives over the club. Listen.

I-I work for hire.
It was nothing personal.

You want some of this? Huh?
'Cause I made it special,
just for you.

Seymour, I don't think
we need that.
What do you say, Derek?

No.

Answer my questions, and
I'll get you and your girlfriend
out of the country. Deal?

- All right.
- Who hired you to kill me?

- I don't know.
- Okay. Mike, look.

I know you're
the professional here,
but I really think a little--

Listen, I-I never met the guy
before. He just gave me
your address and I did the job.

How did they pay you?

Transferred a hundred grand
to an account in the Caymans.

- You have the account number?
- Yeah.

Seven-five-nine--

[ Michael ]
Seven-five-nine--
[ Snaps Fingers ]

Seven-five-nine--

five-one-six--

Hold on.
Go ahead.

- Five-one-six--
- Five-one-six--

three-double zero-three.

three-zero-zero-three.

He-He had me memorize it.
[ Laughing ]

That-That's all I know.

Seymour, you have any,
uh, gun shipments
heading out to Suriname?

Suriname.
Every other week.

Wait-Wait-Wait-Wait--
Suriname?

Come on, man!
Out of the country.
Deal's a deal.

- It's a beautiful place.
- I don't even know
where that is!

That was quick.
I got the account number...

used by the man
who hired Poole to kill me.

I just need to
turn it into a name.
Hey. I'm sorry.

I almost forgot.
Here.

It's a little--

It's a little something
I had made for, uh--

Well, it's in honor
of our first
operation together.

Go on. Open 'em.

Oh!

Matching throwing daggers.

That's...
very thoughtful
of you, Seymour.

And if you look at
the engraving there,
it means destiny.

It's a symbol of your bond.

Of-Of our bond, actually.

I made one
for myself too.

So. I'd better get back.
You know, uh,

don't wanna leave Jackass
alone too long
with the captive.

[ Fiona ]
That was kind of sweet.

You know,
the morning after we, uh--

Yeah.

I brought you
a Spanish omelet,
egg white only.

But you were gone.

My favorite.

Maybe next time,
I'll have to stay.