Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Trust Me - 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.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There aren't many rules in the spy trade.

There are a few “agreements” that
most intelligence agencies honor though.

Low-level agents get traded,
not prosecuted.

You don't shoot foreign operatives
if you can avoid it.

And you stay away from
embassies and consulates.

[ Sighs ] Mike, look, you know
I'm up for just about anything...

but this–
this is like cursing in church.

I mean, technically,
this is foreign soil.

No, technically, it's just trespassing.



One perk of being burned– my crimes
are just crimes, not acts of war.

But does it have to be
the Pakistani consulate?

Couldn't it be– I don't know– Jamaica?
Those guys are probably very easygoing.

And they're not gonna know
anything about Carla.

Look, she's just an employee, Mikey–

some agent they sent
to boss you around.

- It's not like she burned you personally.
- You don't know that.

She's all I got.
Look, if she worked in Kurdistan...

the Pakistanis might
have a file on her.

I don't know. I mean, the prints
she left on Veronica's camera...

did not come up in
any government system.

And my buddies checked around like you wanted.
They didn't come up with anything.

That's why I'm making a new friend.
Look, I gotta believe...

that the best intelligence
outfit in the region...

took a few notes when she took off her burka
and started wreaking havoc.

Look, if you don't wanna help,
I can ask Fiona.

No, no. It's fine. Fine.
You guys need your space.

Now that she's not your girlfriend anymore,
I guess it's probably weird–

She was never my girlfriend, Sam.

- Okay, Mike.
- [ Michael Narrating ]
Consulates are a great place...

to renew your visa,
pay your taxes back home...

or find foreign spies
working under diplomatic cover.

- [ Sam ] Hey, hey. Back of the line right here, pal.
- Excuse me.

- [ Laughs ] Oh.
- Rich Franklin, Miami Herald.

They called to say I was coming.
Of course they didn't.

I need a couple of visas.
I'm doing a piece on foreign trade.

I need visas for my editor, one for me.
I need it pronto. I'm sorry. I need it right now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like all bureaucrats, consulate employees...

live in fear of a pissed-off journalist.

[ Sighs ]
What a crock.

- Sir, can I just– I just would
like to get in front of you.
- [ Mumbling ]

Just for like two–
Look, do I need to speak Pakistani?

Can you not understand
what I'm saying?

- Sir, you are from the Herald?
- Miami Herald.

I am so sorry for the mix-up.
Please, come to my office.

Yeah, this guy takes cuts. This is how it works
around– Do you gotta know somebody here?

- You must be getting a lot of that lately.
- I'm talking about textiles here.

I'm sure it's nothing.
[ Chuckles ]

I hear it's getting harder and harder
to do business with Pakistan.

[ Sam ]
Anybody here take numbers?

I'm opening a factory
in Lahore in seven days.

If I don't get these sign-offs today, ain't gonna
be nothin' on those looms, sugar lips.

- Textiles!
- Just take a seat.

- [ Exhales ]
- Waseem?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most of the people who work
in a consulate...

are just municipal drones
enjoying an overseas post.

- [ Chattering In Foreign Language ]
- But the head of security–

that guy's almost always a spy.

- This is baloney. Come on. Like today would be–
- Sir? Sorry. Excuse me, sir.

- What's your problem?
- You need to lower your volume, first.

- This is my regular speaking voice.
- This is not your regular voice.

- This is my regular speaking volume, sir.
- No, sir, it is not.

- Don't patronize me, sir.
- Okay, let's start over.
[ Softly ] Hello. How are you?

- You are shouting!
It is not proper for this place!
- But you're shouting back.

- This is a volume
for a cattle market or vegetable cart.
- Please take a look.

- Sign that and this guy is out.
- Do not tell me what to do. Who are you?

[ Michael Narrating ] One job of a security chief
is babysitting the secrets.

If one goes missing,
it's a big deal...

even if it's just transactional data
on chemical imports.

Steal a few files, no matter how boring,
and you've got leverage.

- Sir.
- Yes.

- I would like to invite you to lower your voice.
- [ Quitely ] Okay. How's that?

- Is that better?
- You're mocking me!

- I am mocking you.
- [ Michael Narrating ] Play your cards right...

and you can trade what
you've got for what you want.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any covert operation...

your first concern
is remaining undetected.

- [ Woman Speaking, Indistinct ]
- [ Madeline ] Seven-card stud.

- Pam.
- [ Women Laughing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether you're infiltrating a military base...

or getting car parts from your mom's garage
without her knowing...

staying invisible is tough.

And no matter how good you are–

Michael! There you are!

I thought you couldn't make it.
Come on in.

sometimes they're better.

- [ Woman ] Okay.
- [ Chattering ]

[ Coughing ]
Fi, how's it going?

Down to the felt.
Full Boat Phyllis here...

didn't tell me she used
to deal hold 'em in Reno.

- [ Laughing ]
- Your girlfriend's getting creamed.

She's not my girlfriend.

- Okay, honey. Whatever you say.
- Yeah, thing is–

What?

Yeah, we're not, uh–
Well, we're still working together...

but the other part, that's, uh–

Well, we've closed the door on that.

[ Liquid Pouring ]

Why do you always do this?

I didn't do it this time. She did.

- Right.
- Let's play poker!

I mean, exactly.
I mean, how does the boy...

even find a loan shark
in the first place?

- The yellow pages?
- Sure. That works.

Andy's in deep trouble
with that man.

If he doesn't come up with the money,
they're gonna hurt him again.

Oh, it's just awful.
Diane's been through so much.

You know, Michael sometimes helps people
with problems like this.

- We both do.
- Really?

- Fi, what was that?
- What was what?

“Michael helps people with
problems like this sometimes”?

- Well, you do.
- The guy borrowed money from a loan shark.

Yeah, a dumb thing to do,
but he made the deal, he owes the money...

and we have no business
getting involved with that.

He borrowed the money to invest
in his mom's retirement.

Stupid? Yes, and sweet.
And now she's gonna lose the house.

What is this about, Fi? You really care that
much about some lady you never met...

living out in Boca Raton
with a bunch of cats?

- You owe me.
- I gave you the car.

You owe me more than that.

I wanna do this
because this guy Andy...

chose to put somebody
he loved before himself.

That's why.

Let's go.

- Hello.
- [ Cat Meowing ]

Phyllis said you were handsome.

- Come in.
- And single too. Can you believe it?

Yeah. Let's talk about your problem.

Uh, I hear your son's having trouble
with a loan shark.

- Andy's a good boy, a kind boy.
- [ Meows ]

It's just he's a lot
like his father was.

He just doesn't always think.

- How much did he borrow, Diane?
- $200,000.

And the man said that if
he doesn't return the money–

Well, he can't return it.
He doesn't have it.

- [ Meows ]
- Uh, he a gambler?

No. God, no.
He's a cell phone salesman.

He invested it.
It was sweet, really.

I mean, the cancer didn't get me,
but the medical bills might.

So he was just trying to– to make money
so he could take care of me.

- What's going on here, Ma?
- Look, I have $200 left in savings.

Please, you can have it.
You can have all of it.

Just please make sure
he doesn't hurt my boy anymore.

No! Absolutely not!
We talked about this. This is my problem.

Well, it's not just
your problem now, is it?

- Who are you?
- We're people who can help.

[ Sighs, Mutters ]
People.

[ Sighs ]

- [ Meows ]
- I don't think there's anything we can do.

- He says I gotta pay him, but I can't.
- Loan sharks are businessmen.

We'll strike a deal with him,
set up a payment plan.

- How much money can you still get your hands on?
- Uh, none of it.

I put it in this club,
and it's gone.

- All of it?
- It was a high-risk, high-reward type deal.

Little... illegal.

Oh.

That's why the money
all had to be cash.

Let's start from the beginning.

- Okay. But, uh, can we talk about it outside?
- Yes.

A few months ago I started going to Velvet,
this club on South Beach...

- and I got to know the owner, Zeke.
- Zeke.

He's a really good guy. He cut me in
on the club– uh, partnership.

I put up five grand.

Dude, I'm telling you,
I saw dividends right away.

Zeke would pull these fat wads of cash
out of the safe right in the back.

- I mean, like– [ Vocalizes ]
- Fat wads. Got it.

Yeah. So anyway,
one day Zeke comes to me...

says he can get me in on this new place
he's gonna open–

200K, full partnership.

Thing is, the club is in Cuba.

Hence the cash-only thing.

Shady, I know, but Zeke says we're looking at,
like, 1,000% return on investment.

- So you went in.
- [ Scoffs ] Yeah.

I had to get the cash together.
My mom's got bills.

Anyway, so I go one day
to deliver the cash to Zeke's house.

And I'm telling you.
The minute I put the cash on the table...

the F.B.I. swarms the place.

Can I tell the rest of
the story just to save time?

The feds rush in, arrest Zeke,
but not before rushing you out the back.

Zeke's under indictment,
but he's promising not to turn you in.

- Feds take the cash, but–
- At least you got your freedom.

- How did you–
- Andy, you were conned.

- But the feds–
- They weren't feds. They were actors.
It's a classic kiss-off.

Zeke's a con man.

[ Exhales ]

I'm such an idiot.

Look on the bright side.
You might get to keep your kneecaps.

Do you think– You think Zeke'll give me the money
back when he finds out I'm onto him?

No, but there are other ways
we can get your money back.

♪♪ [ Electronica ]

Ooh. Look at her.

And her. I bet she'd be fun.

Are you shopping for me or for you?

You are gonna have to get back out there
sooner or later.

No. What I have to do
is get back there.

Now, Andy said Zeke's office
is just past the V.I.P. room.

Good bet he keeps the cash there,
probably launders the money through the club.

Hey, Fi. The cash, the safe.

I don't understand why you refuse
to mix business with pleasure.

Can we focus? Our ticket
to the back room just showed up.

You're no fun, Michael.

Now, Zeke, on the other hand,
looks like he knows how to have a good time.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Exploiting an asset is easier when they have a vice...

an addiction you can feed–

drugs, money, respect, women.

Breaking into the safe
shouldn't be too hard.

Getting invited into the back...

shouldn't be too difficult either.

Why don't you go meet your Pakistani spy,
and I'll take care of this?

Yeah, uh, just don't– Just–

Just– Just don't work too hard!

Ah. “I will be wearing
a white shirt and”–

[ Chuckles ]

This word right here
is a kind of, uh, spicy goat cheese.

I was trying to say “black pants.”
My Urdu's a little rusty.

At least you got the name
of the restaurant right.

- I'm Waseem Alihan. And you are?
- Just a friend who needs a favor.

Mmm.

Well, I need a favor too.
I would like those documents returned.

So, what can I do for you?

So direct. It's refreshing.

I'm looking for a spy, a woman who worked
in Kurdistan about 15 years ago.

I don't have her real name, but she's
very distinctive, very attractive, very forceful.

I'm sure she made a big splash.
Your intel might have some info on her?

What you want is worth
more than what you have.

Sorry. Wish I could help.

Come on, Waseem.
Pick up the phone, call back home.

To land a gig like this in Miami,
you gotta be pretty well connected.

I am, and I'd like to stay that way.

So go ahead, leak those documents.

I'd rather take my chances than ask for
an eyes-only dossier on a foreign operative.

Now, uh, how are
the peach mojitos here, hmm?

♪ Go 'head, girl
Shake that thing ♪

- ♪ Just move that thing ♪♪
- [ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to get into a secure area...

the best approach is to give yourself
a good reason to be there.

- Now it's just us.
- Why sneak past guards when
you can just spill a martini?

- Oh. Oh!
- [ British Accent ] Oh, bloody hell!

I'm sorry.

- Where's your loo?
- Uh, out the front, around the bar.

Oh. You want me to go out there,
looking like this?

No. No, of course not. Use mine.

[ Sighs ]
Oh.

[ Michael Narrating ] A hairpin is one of
the most versatile tools in a thief's arsenal.

It's as good as a key
most of the time...

but not when the lock
is a magnetic card reader.

- [ Horn Honking ]
- [ Fiona, Normal Voice ]
Zeke is one careful con man.

He's security conscious, he's smart...

and smooth too,
in a cheesy Sam kind of way.

- Hey, smooth is smooth, baby.
- The club is locked down tight.

We wanna get to the safe, we need Zeke's
key card, and he keeps it on him all the time.

- Can't you lift it, sticky fingers?
- Yes, I can.

But I already made my play. He'll get
suspicious if I duck into the back again.

- So it looks like a two-man job now.
- Yeah.

Trouble is, Zeke only lets
girls and marks past security.

Yeah. So one of us
has to play the fool.

I know who I'd vote for.

See you tonight.
You're perfect for it, Michael.

Hey, how's that thing going
with your new Pakistani pal?

- He's a good guy. He likes Miami.
There might be an angle there.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Diane?
- They're here on the porch.

- Andy, get away from the door.
- Sit tight. We're coming.

[ Sam ]
How about if I handle the lookout...

and you deal with whatever
is going on inside?

- Mmm, that seems fair.
- Yeah. He's, uh–

He's an old guy– a little frail–
but he's probably armed though.

- [ Grunting ]
- [ Groaning ]

Stop, please!
We don't have anything.

I'm terribly sorry, but your son,
he's very late with my money.

Guys, guys.
Wifebeaters, so not a good look.

- Who's this? Who are you?
- I'm a friend.

Now, we can come to some kind of
an arrangement. You're a businessman, right?

I am. This man owes me 200–

- with the vig, 230.
- And you're gonna have it. Look at this.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to hand-to-hand combat...

is being able to close the distance
between you and your opponent...

without putting them on their guard.

These are nice people. This is not necessary.
We don't have to do this.

I mean, guys, come on.

- Impressive.
- We don't want any trouble.

Okay. But now it's on you too.

Two days.

If I have my money,
there'll be no more trouble.

If I don't, you'll need
a lot more than a magazine.

- Two days?
- Ow.

How can we get that money in two days?
Keep it on.

- We're gonna hit the club tonight.
- You know how to crack safes?

Some. But I can't crack just any safe.
I need some details.

Andy, do you think you would recognize
Zeke's safe if you saw it again?

I think so. But how are
you going to get to the safe?

Zeke's got these two huge guys guarding the V.I.P.
He only takes women back there.

Andy, you got back there.

Oh, sure, but I was an investor.

Andy, you're looking
at Zeke's new mark.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh.

- [ Chuckles ]
- Oh.

What's up, Waseem?

How unexpected.
Trina, meet my friend, uh–

Mr. Inconsiderate.
I should've brought a fruit salad.

So, Waseem, have you given any more
thought to what we talked about?

I'm sorry, but, no.

So you really don't want
your documents back?

- I wouldn't say that. I'd say the price is too high.
- Really?

Too high? I could get six figures
from any number of buyers...

and they'll all have a bone
to pick with Pakistan.

- You're sure you're not interested?
- What's bad for Pakistan...

and what's bad for Waseem–

they aren't necessarily
the same thing.

Mmm. I know what you mean.

You're a tough one, Waseem. You win.

- Take your documents back.
- [ Shutter Clicking ]

Honey, he's a keeper.
I wouldn't let go of him.

All this stuff belongs to Fiona?
Was she a locksmith?

No, just a hobby of hers.

- You sure that's the safe?
- Yeah. I remember that dial.

So, once you're into Zeke's office,
what, you just drill through the lock?

- [ Whirring ]
- It's not a high-end safe.

I just knock the lock off with a hammer.

The real problem will be carrying
the cash out of the club.

Right. Cash is heavy.

I brought mine to Zeke in an overnight bag.
You wanna borrow my duffel?

No. They're gonna carry
the cash out for us themselves.

I'm gonna stuff it into a trash bag,
give it to the busboys...

and they bring it
out to the Dumpster.

Listen, uh, I brought you
something from the store.

I wish I could pay you,
but it's all I got.

Think you can use
a bunch of cell phones?

Yeah, I can find a use for 'em.

[ Knocking ]

- [ Madeline ] Michael?
- [ Quietly ] No, Andy. Andy. Andy, no!

Andy. Andy. Don't–

- Hi. You must be Andy.
- Yeah.

- Oh, I'm Michael's mom.
- Oh, hey!

- Hey.
- Your son's been helping me out.

- Aw.
- I gotta get going, but I just
wanna say your son's awesome.

- Smartest guy I ever met.
- Thank you.

All right.

Sweet kid. I can see
why he's in trouble.

Mom, I gotta get to work actually.
Uh, what is it you need?

- Well, I can't find my salad spinner.
- That is tragic.

Well, I lost it during poker.
Did you take it?

Ma, why are you here?

It's this thing with Fiona.

Just tell me what happened between you
and Fiona, and then you can go to work.

- I don't know what you want me to say.
- Michael, please.

I don't know what it is you're thinking,
but Fiona is the best thing in your life.

You're the best thing in my life.

Don't be that way, Michael.
I want you to talk to me.

I don't wanna talk about it.

- Fine.
- Fine.

You don't wanna talk about it.

I'll talk to Fiona.

- [ Door Opens ]
- [ Sighs ] Great.

- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Michael, Southern Accent ]
So he goes on up to the hill...

and he says, “Which one of you
am I takin' home?”

[ Laughing ]

- Who's your friend?
- [ British Accent ] You don't know Davis?

He's wild. He's some oil baron's kid.

Oh, yeah? You wanna introduce me?

You're a “vega-tarian”?
[ Indistinct ]

There she is! Damn!

[ Laughing ]

Davis, Zeke.
Zeke, Davis.

Friend, you're ruining my ratio.
I have a good ratio going on.

I got four ladies to one Davis.
4-to-1. I like that.

Ooh, I-I can fix that. Ladies.

- Now you're talkin'. I'm Davis Cullen.
- My name's Zeke.

- Is that a Texas drawl I hear?
- Born and raised.

- Ah. Oh, pardon me.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Honeybear. [ Laughs ]
It's been a long time–

Honeybear, he's gonna have to call you back.
He's gonna mind his manners.

That was rude. My apologies.

- How about a bottle of Dom?
- What is this, breakfast?

- Whiskey then?
- Whoo!

- Why don't we take this party
back to a private location?
- Round up, ladies!

So Fi tells me that you're into oil.

Well, that was Daddy's business.
I got the hell out of Killeen as fast as I could.

4:00 a.m.'s for going to bed,
not getting up.

Amen to that, brother.
So what do you do, Davis?

Little of this, little of that.

How'd you like to add
“club owner” to your portfolio?

Usually, I bring in people slow...

offer them limited partnerships in Velvet,
see how it goes.

But with you, I can see
you're like me– a player.

I'm not gonna waste your time
in the shallow end.

Don't then. Say somethin', son.

- I'm opening a new club in Havana.
- Havana?

- Last time I checked, that was in Cuba.
- We deal only in cash.

No legal hiccups that way. It's gonna be huge.
The upside is enormous.

- Yeah, how much you puttin' in?
- Me? Plenty.

I mean, no cash, but sweat equity.

Believe me, the cash–
ah, that's the easy part.

- Why don't you boys stop playing with each other–
- Oh.

Mmm.

and play with me instead?

This whiskey is runnin'
right through me!

- Where's the head?
- Uh, that way.

Whoo.

- [ Michael Narrating ]
There are two schools of safecracking.
- [ Beeps ]

Some people like to beat the lock.
Some people like to break the lock.

But it doesn't matter when
the safe is sitting wide open.

Good counterfeit money is
more expensive than you think.

If you're looking to
fake money on the cheap...

- a real bill bound to a stack of filler will do.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Time to collect the trash?

This safe is nothing
but a prop to impress marks.

There's nothing in here but a few hundreds
and some newspapers.

- So where's the real safe?
- No time to look.

I don't want any more surprises.
I'm putting ears on this guy.

Put your phone on mute
and plug it in.

Oh, Mike, you're tying up my cell? Well–

[ Laughs ]
How's Veronica supposed to get a hold of me?

Tell her to try the bar at Carlito's.

[ Women Laughing ]

- [ Line Ringing ]
- [ Ringing ]

- Yeah, Fi?
- Michael, you got a problem.

It looks like Zeke's got partners.

I think you need to hurry it up.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Thirty years ago, the C.I.A. would've killed...

for bugs as small as cell phones.

They're the perfect
improvised listening device.

But they burn juice like a Humvee.

If there's no charger handy,
an unused U.S.B. port will do the trick.

[ Fiona ] Michael, it's really time to go.
Your cover's about to be blown.

- Almost done.
- [ Beeps ]

- Sam, you there?
- Yeah, yeah.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, hey. You wanna
talk some business?

Maybe a little later. I think it's time
for me and this little lady...

- to get to know each other better.
- Whoo! [ Laughs ]

Hoo, hoo! You don't mind,
do you, partner?

There was nothing in the safe?

Newspaper– fat wads of it.

Man, we got one day.

I got Baranski calling me for his money,
and now you're telling me–

Settle down.
See, Michael doesn't look worried.

Sharp lady, your ma.
Remember Zeke's partners?

The guys who played
the feds that stung you?

Listen to what Zeke was
telling 'em last night.

[ Zeke, On Tape ] I'm telling you, this Davis cat
is big-time, and he's hungry.

[ Man ]
Well, what kind of timetable you looking at?

- [ Zeke ] How soon can you rent that house?
- [ Man Laughs ]

See, he wants to score, so it's just a matter
of convincing him that the only way...

he's gonna see our money
is if he shows us his first.

And when he does–

They're going to con him–
trick him into giving them the money.

Oh. Okay. Cool.

Cool.

[ Michael Grunts ]

Zeke, this is Chuck, the pain-in-the-ass wet nurse
that's watching my money.

[ Sam ] Charles Finley, sole executor
of Mr. Cullen's trust.

I'm runnin' a quart low.
I'm gonna get back here and serve myself.

Sir, do you have any idea who
you're getting into bed with here?

Davis Cullen can be... difficult.

I mean, there have been
a few incidents.

- I think I'll take my chances.
- Don't say I didn't warn you.

Fair enough. Now, what we're
talking about is 200 grand.

Hmm. Not insubstantial.
What's your commitment?

Well, as I explained to Mr. Cullen,
I don't invest financially.

However, my time, my expertise.

- Oh, I see.
- [ Michael Narrating ] To win a negotiation...

you have to show
you're willing to walk away.

- I don't share in the same kind
of profits either, of course.
- Hmm.

By getting in on the ground floor of our club
in Havana, Mr. Cullen can expect–

- I'm sorry, sir. Did you say Havana?
- Yes.

[ Sighs ]

[ Michael Narrating ] And the best way to show
you're willing to walk away...

is to walk away.

- [ Sighs ]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going?

Sir, it is my fiduciary duty
to protect Mr. Cullen's estate.

Not a penny moves without
my sign-off– not a penny.

And I can't very well sign off
on anything in Cuba. Good day.

- I don't think we have a deal.
- Son of a bitch!

Oh, we'll see about this.

[ Clears Throat ]

For the hostess. I figured I'm gonna need
to get you girls back in the bag...

- if I'm gonna hold my own at poker today.
- [ Chuckles ]

Um, yeah, about that–

- Am I early?
- No. No, no. I-I–

I asked the girls if they'd
come an hour later.

Um–

I wanted some time
to talk to you alone.

Please.

- Well, what's on your mind?
- This breakup.

The two of you are
making a huge mistake–

if you don't mind my saying.

- Madeline, it–
- No, please.

Listen.

I need you to know...

you are the best thing
that ever happened to Michael.

He's different when you're around.
He's better.

He's almost happy.

Thank you for saying that.
It's more than he's ever said himself.

I know. His father was the same way.

But I see the way
he looks at you, Fiona.

I'll always–

I'll always care about
your son, Madeline.

You know, I–
I just can't be the second–

Most important thing in his life?

I can't blame you for that, honey.

♪♪ [ Man Chanting In Foreign Language ]

Mmm.

Mmm. Oh.

Ooh. Oh. Hurry back.

A Pakistani spy eating
in an Indian restaurant?

My friend, you have gone native.

Well, I like the chicken tikka.

- What do you want?
- Same as ever. I just want that file.

Kind of looks like you're
taking a bribe, doesn't it?

Maybe. But it's flimsy.

I don't know.
You're taking a kickback there.

You're accepting a free lunch right now.
This is on me, by the way.

- Raji!
- Hey. Hello.

- I haven't done anything wrong.
- That's right.

And you could explain all of this to your boss
back home. Probably even keep your job.

But your time in Miami
would be over.

You've been made, approached,
possibly compromised.

You'd be relocated to a different consulate.
Where do you think they'd send you?

Libya? Honduras?
How's Serbia these days?

- And I thought you wanted to be friends.
- We can still be friends.

All I want is a 10-year-old file, remember?

But if you really think
leaving the beaches...

the blondes and the brunettes
is worth it–

It's your call, Waseem.

Despite my strenuous objections...

Mr. Cullen has impressed upon me
his desire to move forward.

Well, I'm glad to see that
cooler heads have prevailed.

I have two conditions.
As executor of Mr. Cullen's trust...

I still have to
protect myself legally...

so I'm afraid that neither
of these are negotiable.

First, I need to see some paperwork,
and none of it had better mention Cuba.

Well, shouldn't be much of a problem
to dummy up some paperwork.

Wonderful. Secondly–
and this is vital–

we need to know that you are
as financially committed as Mr. Cullen.

Ooh. As I explained before–

I will hold Mr. Cullen's $200,000 offshore
in a joint escrow account.

If you would like to see
this deal go through...

you will have to put matching funds
into the same account.

Yeah, well, I never
put up my own money.

Awkward.

Mr. Cullen, I'm very sorry.

[ Laughs ]
I tried, twice.

You've seen that.
But, uh, I'm sorry.

I cannot allow you
to be involved in this.

[ Chuckles ]

Fine.

Let's do this.

Very well. Ready your funds.

We'll make the transfers tomorrow.

- [ Zeke, On Tape ]
I only need the money for one day.
- [ Man ] No. No way.

This is stupid. I got a whale here.
Don't you see that?

You need to watch yourself, Zeke.
You're just a face.

You don't like how we do it,
you can go back to tending bar.

If you can get him out to the house
so we can give him the brush-off, fine.

Otherwise, cut him loose.

Sounds like Zeke's partners
have veto power.

- So he can't put up any money?
We need to deal with Baranski.
- [ Phone Beeping ]

- I've got... five hours.
- I'm gonna get us some more time.

Hello. How are we this evening?

Oh, we're good. We're gonna get you the money.
We just need a little more time.

That is acceptable.

I can wait.

But there is someone here
who does not share my patience.

Tell Andy his mother is
very disappointed with him.

[ Quietly ] Listen to me very carefully.
You do not wanna hurt that woman.

You're right. I don't. But she's going to stay
right here with me till I have every penny.

[ Beeps ]

Andy, listen to me.
Baranski's not gonna hurt your mom.

Are you sure?
How can you be sure?

He's just trying to prove a point.

That he can get to us at any time.

That he really wants his money.

Well, I really wanna give it
to him, but I can't.

Andy, you have to just trust us.

You want me to make 200 grand just–
poof– appear in a numbered account?

Michael, I'm good, but I can't just will
that kind of money into existence.

No one's saying it has to exist.

Come on. You've never
written a bad check?

You were called “Bad Check Barry.”

I know.

I guess I could wire the money from
an account that happens to be closed.

Of course you can.
I have faith in you, Barry.

But I'm gonna have to bounce the money through
a few time zones to keep my fingerprints off it.

- It's a couple days to set it up.
- How does a couple hours sound?

Ah. That sounds like Michael Westen.

There's just one thing.

You're not gonna have long before some
branch manager in Zurich catches wind.

One panicked phone call to Aruba,
your money's gone.

How much time
before my money disappears?

- Five minutes, maybe.
- Can you give me 10?

- Um, for anyone else, Michael, it'd be three.
- [ Phone Beeping ]

Zeke? It's Davis. I'm in.

Hey, I was beginning to think
that Finley guy called all the shots.

Yeah, I don't see Chuck figuring much
into my financial future.

How about you wire that money,
we solidify that future...

and I call a couple of girls
over to help celebrate?

Sounds mighty fine to me.
Let me just get my banker on the horn.

It's Davis.

Grand Cayman Savings
account number...

07-412-002-niner.

- You got it?
- [ Beeps ]

Taking a while.

- Blondes or brunettes?
- Why choose?

- My man!
- [ Line Ringing ]

Harmony. It's Zeke.

- Throw a little gathering over at my place.
- [ Beeps ]

- He's ready for us.
- [ Engine Starts ]

Miami-Dade Police. Turn off your engine,
step out of the vehicle.

[ Laughs ]
The girls are on their way.

- They shouldn't be too long now. They, um–
- [ Gunfire ]

Yeah, I see it now.
I see the fireworks.

Well, thanks for calling.
We'll get him.

- Who was that?
- Those are my new partners–

couple of ex-Delta Force boys I know.

- Real heavy badasses.
- What are you talking about?

Where do you think
I got my money, son?

Finley's got my trust
all tied up in knots.

Those are my boys out there. They insisted
on watching my back. Good thing too.

You got F.B.I. troubles. You had
a couple agents closing in on the house.

- I'm gonna git.
- They killed them?

Nothin' gets between me and a deal.

N-No. No, I can't do this.

- I-I can't. The-The deal is off.
- The hell it is!

I cut those boys in.
They expect to be paid.

- There is no deal.
- You are not backin' out!

You back out,
you give me their money.

I can wire back what you paid,
but I have to get–

You think those boys are just gonna
accept what they put in?

A thousand percent return
on investment–

That's what you promised me,
and that's what I promised them.

- I don't have that kind of cash.
- Well, then you better get it.

They just killed two federal agents.

It's gonna take a lot to get out of this one, Zeke.
You need cash now.

♪♪ [ Men Rapping, Indistinct ]

$246,000.

You think it's enough? I mean,
do you think the guys are gonna want more?

You better hope not.

Whoa.

- What are you do–
- How are–

Zeke, what the hell is going on?

- We just got jumped.
- No, no, no, because he told me
that you were dead.

Okay, that's wrong.
I saw the money.

It was there.
It was right there.

- What money?
- The-The-The transfer–

Davis Cullen's money. I saw it.

Uh–

- I gave him the cash.
- The money in the safe?

- How much did you give him?
- All of it.

I gave him all of it.

2:00. He said 2:00.

It's 2:01.

I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm sorry.

- [ Diane ] Are you okay?
- Yeah.

200 grand, plus the vig, minus 300.

I got you a little present.
It's in the bag.

That's next month's issue.
You're a lifetime subscriber now.

- I'd rather have the 300.
- Oh, but this is money well spent.

Now you have a monthly reminder
to keep your hands off of people's mothers.

Leave.

Thank you.

Oh. If you ever need anything–

Do your mom a favor–
Go to a bank next time.

[ Door Opens ]

Do you have a–

Thanks.

- Is everything all right?
- Sure.

You wanna talk about
this thing with Fi?

It's all right, Michael.
That door is closed.

I get it. I talked to Fiona.

Oh, of course. Her you believe.

Don't get mad at me. You don't wanna talk
about it, I'm not talking about it.

Mom, I know how much
you like her. I'm sorry.

And it's all right, Michael.

Fiona is a wonderful girl.

- But if it's not meant to be–
- It's not meant to be.

Thank you. I'm gonna leave.

I just worry about you. That's all.

I don't wanna give up the idea
that you'll find someone.

I want you to have
a family of your own.

This is about grandchildren?

No, honey. It's not about me.

It's about you.

Life is hard if you
have to live it alone...

and having kids just
makes the ride more fun.

I was fun?

Hmm.

- [ Water Running ]
- [ Dishes Clattering ]

This better not be old newspapers.

No, that was very deep,
not easy to get.

I call in favors like that again,
people ask questions.

Don't worry. No more favors.

[ Michael Narrating ]
They say a picture's worth a thousand words.

Add in a few hundred
that survive the censor's black pen...

suddenly, you've really got something.

There's the negatives.
You earned them.

You're a man of your word.
Thank you.

Thank you... for lunch.

- What is this?
- Your turn, Waseem.

Well, someone's in a good mood.

I think I found Carla's cover.

Not bad, Mike.
Not bad at all.