Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 1 - Friends and Family - 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, Michael.

Bottom line... as long as you're burned,

you're not going anywhere.

Previously on "burn notice"...

Give us the man who killed our operatives...

and you and I can have a little chat about your future.

When Carla finds out you hid me,

all your questions will be resolved...

with a bullet to the head for both of us.

What does it have to do with me?

It's all a way to get to Mike.



Get your bag, we'll go.

Crap.

We got to create a distraction.

It's not goodbye. It's just... in case.

Management's on the way.

Any story I tell them has to begin with Victor's dead body.

Ah! Finally.

They get me alive, and they're gonna take me apart.

Get out while you can.

I want you people out of my life!

All your old enemies, did they just forget about you?

Or has someone been keeping them at bay?

You want out?

You have no idea what hell will rain down

if we stop watching out for you!

I'll take my chances.

as an operative,

you get used to being in uncomfortable situations.

Whether it's resisting interrogation

in a foreign prison,

fighting guerilla forces in a tropical jungle,

or swimming five miles to Miami
Beach in your suit pants,

it's just part of the job.

What's harder to get used to

is going into a situation you don't know anything about.

Ugh!

Just because you're exhausted and disoriented

doesn't mean you can stop looking out for trouble.

Hi.

Danger isn't always obvious.

It can be as subtle as a glance

from a friendly-seeming tourist,

a car that slows down at an odd time,

or a cop that suddenly seems
a little too interested in you.

Sir.

Hey, get back here.

I think he ran into the hotel.

Send all available units.

The backbone of most hotel phone systems

is secured by nothing more
than a door and a cheap lock...

which makes them convenient for people

who need to make quick, untraceable phone calls.

Fi.

Michael?

Are you all right?
More or less.

Your helicopter ride was not as long as I expected.

How'd it go?

It was, uh, interesting.

It looks like the people who burned me

are gonna leave me alone for now, anyway.

Thanks for saving my life, Fi.

Oh, it's always a treat to get you out of trouble, Michael.

Well, I appreciate it.

I checked the police radio for news of our adventure.

There was a call

about a mystery man washing up on the beach.

A going-away present from your helicopter friends?

How bad are we talking?

You wouldn't happen to be at the mcalpin hotel, would you?

The police think you're armed and dangerous.

I guess I'll have to find another way out of here.

Now is not the time to blast your way out of a building.

Talk to the cops now

or get ready for a citywide manhunt.

Fine, can you call Sam,

see what he can figure out about my situation?

Of course.

And, Michael?

Yeah, Fi?

Glad you're alive.

Try to keep it that way.

Just because you can escape from a situation

doesn't mean you should.

It's a risk/reward thing.

Sometimes you have to take your chances.

Down on your knees!

Hands behind your head!

Sometimes you have to remember

it's easier to dodge questions than bullets.

Thanks for coming, Sam. What do we know?

Well, um, the bad news is you're still as burned as ever.

You're still the top of all the travel watch lists,

and your assets are frozen like popsicles.

And the good news?

Well, the good news is that,
uh, your status has changed.

I mean, whatever magic they were working

to keep you out of the police computers, they stopped.

Oh, uh, you're back on the radar of foreign agencies, too.

So the good news is I'm being investigated by the cops

and the foreign intelligence agencies.

Yeah, well, it's a change.

I mean it's progress... of a sort.

Any luck getting me out of here?

Well, until they charge you with something,
there's not much I can do.

They're stalling.

I guess somebody hasn't been talking much.

Memory loss. You know how that is.

Yeah, the cops... they love that one.

And, you know, the whole, uh,
"no ID, no bank account... "

That's not helping, either.

So I had to be in touch with your mom,

trying to dig up an old driver's license or something.

My mom... is she okay?

Yeah.

She's just a little upset about the, um...

you know, the house blowing up.

It's not the whole house.

It's just the, uh, you know, the sun-room.

I mean, it came out okay,

but I think the bottom line is you're better
off in here until your ma cools off.

Just sit tight, Mike.

Oh, one more thing...

your shades got delivered
to the loft, along with this.

As a spy,

you expect to get locked up from time to time.

If you're on the job, you just keep busy

until someone negotiates your release.

if you're working alone,

you may have to get used
to steel bars and baked beans.

All right, you, let's go.

Go where?

You've been released.

Why? Has something changed?

I don't know. You want me to check
to see if you can stick around?

Now, where can I get myself a pretty shirt like that?

Harlan.

Harlan, what the hell
are you doing here?

That's it?

I haven't seen you since, what, Lebanon, Bosnia?

Don't I get a, "hey, old buddy"?

Old buddy.

Hey, I heard through the grapevine
that you were in the clink,

so I called Sam Axe and offered my help.

One of my, uh, security clients is a big lawyer,

and he accused them of holding
you as a political prisoner.

I got a big laugh out of that one.

Michael Westen and Nelson Mandela.

Thanks, Harlan.

Hey, I just got you out of jail, bud.

Don't I get some love here?

Look at you.

I've been trying to track you down for ages,

and all of a sudden, you start popping
up on some computer databases.

Poof! Right out of the blue.

There's stuff on there about you
going rogue, selling secrets.

Someone wanted to use me,

make sure I had no other options,

so they fabricated a bunch of stuff

and used it to burn me.

Yeah, Axe told me.

Anyway, I got my ass on down here.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

Well, look who's here!
It's good to see you, Michael.

Mom.

So glad you're not dead.

I did a little remodeling
with sam.

You like it?

I'm so sorry, mom.

Who's your friend?

Uh, this is Harlan.

We did some work together in
some other countries a while back.

It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Westen.

It's always nice to meet

Michael's mysterious acquaintances.

Mom, he's a friend.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, while we were in those other countries,

Mike always used to say how much he missed his mom.

You're a bad liar, Harlan. I like that about you.

You want a beer?

Sure. Sounds good.

Sam and Fi are in the back,

drawing up plans to fix this mess.

I imagine they could use some help.

So, Harlan, tell me about yourself.

What do you do? You destroy houses, too?

I'm telling you,

it's a hell of a lot harder rebuilding a sun-room

than blowing the damn thing up.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

If you blow something up correctly,

you have nothing left to fix.

Well, look who came home from jail.

It's nice to be home.

Hey, I hate to rain on the whole
homecoming-lovey thing,

but we got problems.

Carla's people were the only thing

keeping the cops off our backs,

not to mention 12 countries' worth of guys

who are looking to put a bullet in you, Mike.

Well, third-degree burns prevent acne.

It doesn't mean you set your head on fire.

Ha ha.

The point is, we got a whole new set of worries.

I mean, we need all the help we can get.

Listen, I was talking to Harlan earlier, and...

You guys talking about the gig?

"The gig"?

You told him, right?

I was about to.

Hey, Mike, we're helping a girl that he met down south.

Pays top dollar.

Yeah, Axe volunteered you and Fi for duty.

Sorry, Mike. Didn't mean to just spring this on you.

No worries. He does this for fun.

Two weeks ago,

some men came to my family's farm and told us to move.

They said that it belonged to an american company now.

I was doing security for a mining company down there.

These corporations are bribing officials down south

to steal land,

and it's all run out of here in Miami.

They paid a judge to put my father in prison.

It's only a matter of time before he dies in there.

I checked it out, Mike.

The guy who runs the scam is Rufino Cortez.

He's wanted in Venezuela
as part of a corruption probe.

He'll spook if they try to extradite him,

so we got to grab him off the books.

He goes down,

we take a few corrupt judges with him.

Sunshine's a great disinfectant, Mike.

I mean, if we do this, it's not just for marta's family.

You know, Rufino's been going
after all kinds of folks down there.

Uh, Marta, let's go get something to drink.

Ever had a mango mojito?

What's going on, Harlan?

And don't tell me it was coincidence

that you bailed me out of jail

and then you just happen to have a job for me.

No, I...

Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry. It's just...

you know, I've been seeing her, you know,

and when I heard about this thing...

You needing help with jail, I figured that i'd...

kill two birds with one stone.

Look, this Rufino, man, he's evil.

He's had a few people come after him,

so now he's guarded like the pope,

but I think I've got an angle.

I need some help. My help?

Well, you always were the smart one,

and I was the pretty one, right?

Listen, I looked her in the eye, and I told her I would help.

Please, Mike.

I'll see what I can do.

When I scouted this place,

I thought, "Michael's gonna love this."

Get to play dress-up.

What's your plan?

This is Rufino's club. He's here every night.

I figured we'd have a better time separating him

from his, uh, security team in here than outside.

Is that what you figured?

He's back there. Private booth.

You know, he's the, uh, boss.

I forget how they say it in spanish.

Yeah, he's a real charmer.

Yep.

That scumbag next to him is Falcone,

Rufino's main man here in Miami.

You see, the guy almost always has a security detail,

even taking a leak.

Almost always?

Except for when he takes his nightly skirt

to the back... private room.

in the highest security places, uniforms are for show.

The real security doesn't announce itself

with anything but wary looks

and shirts loose enough to hide a gun.

Come on.

See, the old perv does his thing in there,

and that door right there goes out to the alley.

We just grab Rufino and hustle him out.

I conned a key from the storage company.

You would have been proud of me, Mike...

Classic Mike Westen.

Harlan, hold on. Harlan! Harlan!
Now we just hang tight.

Do you really think a guy like Rufino

would allow the most sensitive part of his club

to be beaten with a storage key?

Well, what else do we need?

How about the code for the alarm?!

Break that. I need a pry bar. Good call.

Security devices are generelly one-way

They keep people in or keep them out

Most high security locks are lot less secure

if you come at them backwards

Just like old times, right Mike?

Yeah... just like old times

Oh, my God!

Men with guns? Are you all right?

It was fine.

It's just gonna take a little longer to grab Rufino.

How much longer?

My father's not well. We can't do...

We're working on it, okay?

We're just gonna use a different plan next time.

Hey, can you give us a minute, babe?

I need to talk with Mike.

Hey, I got careless, man. I'm sorry.

You know, it just, uh...

it just seemed like it was the right play.

It's all right.

No, you know, it's like how you always used to say...

Don't get personally involved.

But, uh, I'm involved. And I got sloppy.

Kind of proves my point, though.
I needed your help, right?

Anytime, Harlan.

So what happened to you, man?

You, uh... you just disappeared for all that time.

Whoever burned me wanted me out of sight,

and they were powerful enough to make it happen.

Now you're just a burned spy
tossed out into the cold, huh?

Might as well tattoo a bull's-eye on your forehead.

That's one way of looking at it.

Well, now you're helping me with Marta.

Listen, no matter what happens from here on out,

I got your back, brother.

Thanks, Harlan. And I'll do the planning next time.

You got it.

Hey. Sam. Feeling thirsty?

Rufino Cortez? Are you serious?

You want to grab Rufino Cortez?

Uh, I'm gonna need another mojito.

Have as many as you want.
Just tell me about this guy.

He's a bagman

for this land-grab thing down in Venezuela.

It's a lot of money, a lot of guns.

Not my style.

I'm more of your "friendly neighborhood

hide your cash from the tax man" kind of guy.

And Rufino?

Rufino is a "rob and kill for hire

and call it an investment" kind of guy.

We just need you to put together a package,

make Mike look like somebody
Rufino would want to talk to...

business records, bank accounts.

Just promise me you'll have Rufino out of Miami

before tax season.

Can do.

You know, when your father was alive,

he used to do all the repairs himself.

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that.

These walls were made with four different kinds of lumber.

Yeah, Frank used to just go out and find stuff.

I wouldn't call tearing wiring

out of your neighbor's air conditioner "finding."

Hey, guys.

Oh, look! There's the guy who blew up my house!

Nice to see you're having such a sunshiny day, sam.

Hey, Sam, whose car is that... the buick?

Uh, Maddy's neighbor.

I took it over there to drop it off,

and, uh, well, we got a little friendly.

So she's letting me hang on to the car.

Mrs. Reynolds?

You're romancing an 80-year-old woman for a car?

I'm talking about her daughter, Miss Reynolds.

She's 39, going on 22.

Great lady. Great car.

Hey, how'd it go?

Uh, good. Mikey's all set.

He's got a meeting with Rufino's guy Falcone later today.

Awesome! That's great, Mike.

Mike, your new cover ID.

You're Tom Wellington, esquire...

Lawyer for a shady international investment group.
Wellington?

Hey, you want to pick the names,
you got to go to the meeting

and listen to barry talk about his skin-care regimen.

High-status cover IDs are rarely effective.

Claim to be a big shot, and people get suspicious.

Claim to be a big shot's errand boy,

people don't think twice.

act like you don't want to be
there because you're tired,

you're underappreciated, or you're sick,

and people tend to trust you even more.

Mr. Falcone.

Mr. Wellington.

Thank you for coming.
Mm-hmm.

Word is if I wanted a meeting with Rufino Cortez,

you are the man to talk to.

I am, indeed.

You can think of me as the gatekeeper.

Now, I had a look at your proposal, Mr. Wellington.

Very attractive.

Tell me, why is it that your investors

are so interested in land in South America?

Listen, I'm just a lawyer on the deal.

My job is to set up a meeting
with Cortez and my clients.

These clients of yours...

tell me a little more about them.

They're people who want
to meet with Mr. Cortez...

People with security concerns. That's all I can say.

I'll wait for your call.

I don't mean to be rude, but, you know,

Mr. Cortez has security concerns of his own.

I... I'm just here to set up the meeting.

I have attorney-client privileges.

Ohh!

Ohh!

I understand and respect

the importance you attach
to your professional ethics,

but, you see, in my profession, we have our own code,

a code that compels me to break your arm

if you don't answer my question.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I... I don't know their names, okay?

I... they chose me because
I had no connection to them,

All right?

I see.

Now, Mr. Wellington,

sometimes people try and steal from us,

or they talk to the police.

Do you want to know what happens to those people?

Does that interest you at all?

Nope. nope.

No, I just want to make the deal, okay, man?

Would you...

Aah!

Please let go of my arm. Please.

Well, I think we understand each other.

Tomorrow morning at 10:00.

Ohh! aah!

Uhh!

Like a wedding,

an armed extraction requires a lot of planning

if you want it to go well.

and like a wedding,

it's not the sort of thing you want to do twice,

which is why you hold a rehearsal before the big day.

Seriously, Michael,

you just let him dislocate your shoulder?

It was either that or lose my cover ID.

Couldn't you have just, you know,
accidentally snapped his neck?

Make it look innocent?

I like her style. You should listen to her more.

Oh, thank you, Harlan.
It's nice to be appreciated.

Okay, let's do this. This guy knows what he's doing.

I couldn't have picked a better meeting location myself.

I think they'll come in from over there.

It's the best visibility.

I think our only play

is to create a distraction over there.

How distracting?

More than a firecracker,

less than a neutron bomb.

Anyway.... they'll fall back to there.

We go in heavy as a son of a bitch

and shoot their car to pieces.

Rufino's security holds us off so the VIPs can escape

behind those shipping containers.

Where I'll handle Falcone and grab Rufino.

What could be easier?

Easy on the explosives, Fi.

We're trying to nail this guy on corruption charges.

It could be tough if he's in little pieces.

It'll save on shipping.

Fine.

So what do you think Michael's gonna do,

now that he's just a Miami resident?

Well, he's still burned, and he's still Mike,

so I wouldn't say he's just a Miami resident.

You know what I mean.

You think he's ready to leave it behind and just live?

I think this is a little tricky.
Can you help me with this?

Answer the question, Sam.

I think he'll try and get back in.

Why? When he's got so much here?

He might be able to make some money, finally.

And look at Harlan... he might be getting friends.

Fiona, he did his government work,

as you call it, for a reason.

For what? His country?

And what have they done for him lately,

other than betray him, leave
him for dead, ruin his life?!

The fact that you have to ask means
you're never gonna get it, Fi.

Whoa! Oh! Hey! Hey!

Hey, sister, don't be throwing explosives at me

just 'cause you can't take the cold, hard truth!

Any ambush depends on knowing

where your target is going to be and when.

Unfortunately, there are times

when the only way to put your target in the line of fire

is to be there yourself.

You see anything, hercules?

Nothing yet, boss.

Those are the times

you just have to trust your team

and hope everything goes right.

Where's Mr. Cortez?

Oh, unfortunately, he couldn't be with us today.

I'm authorized to discuss any terms.

What?! We agreed that Mr. Cortez would be...

I find it best to keep agreements flexible,

Mr. Wellington.

Where the hell is Rufino?

My job is to meet with Mr. Cortez, not you.

And if he finds out

that my clients are doing
a deal with someone else,

it's your ass.

Aah! oh, yeah, just pull the arm out again.

Feels good.

I don't get to go back to my client

without anything short of a meeting with Rufino.

I said you can discuss this with me.

And I said I can do it with Rufino.

You don't like it, shoot me.

Let's go in.
No.

Fi starts the show when she sees Rufino.

We move then.

Hey, hey, hey, ho.

Why are you waving me off?

Is this supposed to scare me?

Is that what this is?

Let me be clear.

You can shoot at me as many times as you want,

but unless I get a face-to-face meeting with Rufino,

I cannot give you what you want!

You're a determined man, Mr. Wellington.

I'll tell you what...

I'll call you with a place and time.

We'll pick you up.

You'll meet Mr. Cortez in the car.

If he likes what you have to say,

we'll see about this deal.

If not...

And I meet with Mr. Cortez on the way.

Uh-huh.

I'll be there.

Now, I assume I'll be meeting

with the actual Mr. Cortez this time.

Ooh, that's a nice combo.

What? It's good this way.

You get the pickup location, Mikey?

Train tracks on 10th street.

Looks like the meeting is gonna be
on the move so no one can hit it.

Have to hit it on the move, then.

Security levels vary widely

for different kinds of vehicles.

So, do you guys do this sort of thing a lot?

More than most...

I suppose.

Garbage trucks, for example, are expensive,

but the fact that they're hard to hide and harder to sell

means that you don't find a lot
of garbage-truck alarm systems.

How long did you and Michael work together?

About a year.

You know, he's a pretty damn good guy to have around

when things get rough.

Yeah. he has his moments.

Listen, thanks for helping out with this, seriously.

You want to pay me back?

Take Michael for a beer.

Tell him life is worth living

when you're not sneaking around for the government.

Will do.

Go.

So, I'm thinking they're gonna follow the tracks,

make sure nobody's after them.

When they get to dollars to doughnuts,

they turn around, come back down this way

to drop you off when they're done.

And we hit them... ohh!... right there.

Sounds good, Sam.

So, Harlan's got some venezuelan commando types

coming to take Rufino.

So I poked around.

Sounds like these guys are frothing at the
mouth to get this guy down there.

Murder, corruption, conspiracy.

Nice leather briefcase. Shame to ruin it.

Guess it's for a good cause.

in close spaces,

a knife's often more effective than a gun...

easier to handle, easier to hide,

and, in the right hands, scarier.

When asked to borrow your father's old briefcase,

you didn't mention you were
planning on stabbing someone.

This is more of a "just in case."

In case what?

Uh, I'm gonna get a beer...

A fresh one... from the garage.

Mom, um...

Forget it. I don't want to know.

It's probably better that way.

I do want to know if you've given any thought at all

to what you might be getting your friend Harlan into.

I mean, he's nice,

but he's not exactly a rocket scientist.

And hanging out with you

isn't the safest thing in the world.

Mom, he's special forces. I...

Whatever.

He's got a lot to prove with you, Michael.

It's written all over his face. And that's dangerous.

Hey, you know, he's your friend,

but if something happens to him, I'm just warning you.

Are you through here?

I have one more thing to do.

The rolling meeting is a popular security measure

among high-end criminals.

It's hard for law enforcement to bug,

and it's a lot easier to detect any surveillance.

Do it in an armored car with an armed team,

it's not just a secure place, it's a fortress on wheels.

I love these SUVs. They're roomy.

If you're going to take on that fortress,

you'd better have an army.

Mr. Wellington, meet Mr. Cortez.

It's an honor to get a meeting with someone so shy.

Let's focus on the matter at hand, shall we?

Your clients want to buy a lot of land

in my country, Mr. Wellington.

Coffee plantations, soybeans, corn...

these are men of great appetite.

I just do the paperwork.

I ask myself, "who needs so much land?"

Farm importers dodging taxes?

Chemical companies dumping waste?

Or perhaps an american aw-enforcement agency?

You think I'm a cop? You're joking!

You think I'm wearing a wire?

You want to check?

Look, nothing there. Look, nothing there.
You want to see this?

That's enough!

Can we do this, please?

A deal like is... means many enees.

There will be officials to bribe,

judges, lives will end.

Tell me why I should do a deal with ghosts

who hide behind numbered
bank accounts and lawyers?!

I don't like this. Stop the car.

Wait a second, here.

Okay, what the hell?

Come on, Mikey.

Something's wrong. They stopped.

Do you think that I don't want to tell you?

Get out. You're done.

When an operation depends on
clockwork timing and position,

you have to do whatever it takes

to make sure it comes together.

I can't go back empty-handed. Please.

You don't know who I'm dealing with.

These guys are serious.

It's a billion dollars. You understand?

The... the way these people work...

if I don't close the deal,

they'll put a bullet in the back of my head,

and they'll find another guy to do it.

I cannot go back to these guys and say,

"Sorry, man, the deal didn't go through."

Just hear me out, please.

Fine.

Tell me more.

Okay, we're back in business.
You guys ready to go?

Do you have to ask?
Ready, ready.

And... Fiona.

The principles behind a snatch-and-grab

are straightforward.

Separate the target from security,

then keep the security occupied
while the target is acquired.

Simple enough, but like anything,

it's all in the execution.

What the hell?
Get down! Get down!

There's a reason it's called bullet-resistant glass,

not bulletproof.

The right bullet will take out any glass.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Put the gun down.

Gun down. Gun down!

You have a slug in your engine block,

your team is pinned down,

and I'm leaving with your boss.

If I were you,

I'd think about another line
of work other than security.

Nice work, jefe!

That was a beautiful thing, Mike.

Just like the old days, buddy.

It'll be a beautiful thing

when we get Rufino on a boat to Venezuela.

Yeah, well, everything's taken care of.

The team's gonna pick him up at dawn.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

I forgot to tell you... there's one change in the plan.

They're not coming for Rufino.

They're coming for you.

Yeah, hey, Mikey, it's Sam, uh, again.

It's been a while. We're just worried about you.

Call me when you get this.

Think we should order him another couple of drinks?

You've ordered four beers and two cups of coffee.

You stop ordering

when someone doesn't show up after three hours.

Right, but, I mean, he was so specific.

We ditch the truck, they ship off Rufino,

we meet them here.

They should have at least checked in by now.

How well did you know Harlan?

I don't know. We did four or five missions.

Always had your back.

You think?

I think sometimes people change.

Jesus, what a beautiful night.

Smell that ocean air.

You sure this is the smart play here, Harlan?

Don't you talk to me about smart play, Mike.

How long have we known each other?

Not long enough for you to show me a little respect.

Is this how you get respect?

You betray a friend and kill a man?

As a matter of fact, yes.

You know, I spent a lot of time carrying the bags,

Kicking down doors, getting the guns ready.

You know, I need a change.

Harlan, please don't do this. You're making a mistake.

I disagree.

I got to say, I'm pretty proud of this, Mike.

You see, Rufino's partners back home

are getting a little nervous

about this anti-corruption thing.

They knew the federales wanted
to bag him, start a big probe,

so they asked me for help.

Yeah, they asked me.

And I went in there the white knight with Marta,

and I got myself the gig to grab him.

And when you showed up on the radar,

oh, man, it was perfect.

You know, I get someone to help me out with the old man...

Hey, thanks for that, by the way.
No problem.

Of course, we needed somebody to blame for smoking Rufino.

I'm gonna give the federales Mike westen...

The dirty spy who denied them their chance for justice.

You were the cherry on top of the whole thing, brother.

And Marta?

Oh, Marta.

Rufino stole every farm within 50 miles.

It's not too hard to find some desperate chica

who needed my help.

She's very grateful.

You should think about that

while you're standing in front
of the firing squad, Michael.

It might help you feel better.

You know, Fiona wanted me to talk to you.

That there's a life after you're done being a spy...

Not very long, in your case.

Harlan, listen.

How do you know you can trust Rufino's partners?

What's stopping them from turning
on you the way they turned on him?

Don't you dare patronize me, Sten!

I'm not patronizing you.

You won. You beat me.

You're smarter than me.

I'm just asking you to think about it.

You're better than this.

I know you.

You're a patriot. We served together.

You sure this is who you want to be...

a mercenary, betraying his friend for blood money?

Yeah.

I'm sure.

That's all I needed to know.

Whoo! Pretty clever, Mike!

But I still can kick your ass!

When you're trying to hide in the water,

fire is your friend.

The light turns the surface of the water into a mirror.

Then it's just a matter of finding a place to surface

where the fire isn't consuming all the oxygen.

Michael!

You think you're gonna run, make it out to the road?

Give it a shot, buddy.

Come on, Mike.

Let's do this.

Just you and me.

Right now, man to man, buddy.

One of the things covert operatives have to give up

is the idea of a fair fight.

Spies aren't trained to fight fair.

Spies are trained to win.

I'm sorry, Harlan.

?Que carajo? Est? muerto.

?S??

?Habla ingl?s?

Yes. Who is this?

The man on the docks there...

the one who you wanted to get Rufino Cortez for you...

he works with Rufino's partners.

They wanted to make sure he was dead before the trial.

You want to put someone on trial,

Harlan's the best you're gonna do.

i vamos ! i r?pido !

Vamos, vamos.

Mike, this is not good.

You've been swimming away from bad guys

a little too often these days.

I know.

Look, I'm not saying you're not popular,

but you're a guy who's had, uh, a lot of disagreements

over the years.

I mean, if you can't even trust your buddies...

It's nothing we can't handle.

Michael, you really need stitches.

I'm fine. the cuts are shallow.

I know. I made them.

You know, I never liked that Harlan.

Do you remember, Michael? I told you...

You told me I was going to get him killed.

No, I ... you know, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant.

It doesn't matter.

The point is...

you three... need to stick together.

Are you gonna be all right?

Yes. I'm going home tonight.

The newspapers are already saying

that the land will be returned.

My father is gonna be released from prison soon.

That's good. I'm glad.

Sorry about Harlan.

He seemed so nice... like a good man.

he was a good man... once.

I did not mean to bring you to trouble.

It's not your fault.

Trouble seems to find me without any help.

Good luck.

How you doing, there, brother?

I'm fine, Sam.

You know, I could have done this meeting alone.

I know.

Just wanted to get some air,

go for a ride with my pal... Sunny Miami.

Sunshine, you know?

Mike, what the hell am I gonna do?

You got a target on your back.

There's nobody else protecting you.

I don't need a bodyguard, Sam. I need an agency.

It's time for me to get my old job back...

my real job.

Mike, we went through this.

Just because the folks that burned you are laying off

Doesn't change the fact that you're radioactive.

I mean, government types aren't gonna touch you.

You're still out, Mike.

Then I'll find a way to get back in.

Simple as that, huh?

Alright.

And you're buying the mojitos.