Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 11 - Friendly Fire - 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, nojob 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: As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[Michael Narrating]
In the intelligence community...

an invitation to meet at a hotel pool
is an olive branch.

The person you're meeting
is offering you multiple escape routes...

a crowd to mix in with...

and the virtual certainty that nobody
is concealing a weapon in their bathing suit.

But if you're meeting the kind of guy
who arranges coups d'?tat for a living...

it's still a good idea to bring backup.

Champagne?

[Exhales]

Why don't we ever come to these places
for anything other than surveillance?



[Michael] I'm not seeing anyone
who's obviously here for a meeting.

I don't know why
you're willing to meet this Gilroy.

He sounds as bad
as the people who burned you.

He's worse. As far as I know,
they weren't selling nuclear secrets...

to anyone who can write a check.

If the price is right, Fi,
Gilroy will put anything on the table.

Which makes this little rendezvous...

not a very good idea, in my opinion.

If he's here in Miami, he's planning
something big. I need to find out what.

Gilroy already killed your C.I.A. Contact.

That's exactly the point, Fi.

This man is a freelance psychopath...

and I'm the only one in a position
who can do anything about it.

Keep an eye out.

## [Latin: Upbeat]

## [Man Singing In Spanish]

Westen.

[British Accent]
They say eyes are the windows to the soul...

but I think hands tell you so much more.

And you-you have a workingman's hands.

- Well, I've never been afraid to get 'em dirty.
- So I've heard.

Company man gone bad.

I have to say, I find you quite fascinating.

- I bet you say that to all the girls.
- Only the ones I like.

- I'm flattered.
- You should be.

Most people bore me, especially Americans.

Always some structure to report to,
some memo to file.

Everything in its proper box.

All your talk of rugged individualism.

In my experience, this is a nation of sheep.

Present company excepted, of course.

Of course. And you?
How do you like to operate?

I see opportunities and I take them.
It's much simpler, much more fun.

- Sounds like we're a lot alike.
- An associate once told me that.

Tom Strickler. You know him, don't you?

Oh, that's right. You shot him.

I'm curious. What led to the actual-

I did the work, he banked the cash.

I just figured I'd eliminate the middleman.

Eliminate him you did.

Unfortunately, it made a certain C.I.A. Agent
take an interest in Strickler's business.

And since I was Strickler's business-

You arranged to have him
fall out of a fourth story window.

Yes.

Wasn't lost on me that you
showed up at the scene. Why was that?

He wasn't just your problem.
I was Strickler's business too.

Sounds like we have a lot in common.
Why don't we work together?

Tempting.
But you were quite the Boy Scout once...

and the project I'm working on
is definitely not for Boy Scouts.

Believe me, I've been there and done that,
and I see where it gets you.

That's why I live by a new code.

Fifty percent up front.

Hmm.

I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

I'm still getting to know you,
getting to know all about you.

And your little girlfriend up there.

[Gunshot]

Champagne's on me.

What's going on here, Sam?

- I'm moving, Mike.
- You found a place?

Yeah, sorta. I'm staying
with Miss Reynolds and her mom.

Isn't she a little angry about-

Well, the whole car getting wrecked thing?

Yeah, sure. But you know...

- sometimes a loss can bring people together.
- Huh.

Anyway- I wish your mom would let me
keep some of this crap here.

It's just gonna have to go into storage.

So I was thinking you might want
some of this stuff. Look at that.

That would go great at your place.

Or not.
How'd your meeting go with Satan's spawn?

Gilroy won't deal with me
until he's convinced I'm his kind of guy.

You got a whole damn
burn notice file that says you are.

He's careful. He's checking me out.

He'll look into the burn file,
keep an eye on me.

I just have to make sure he likes what he sees.

Yeah, but playing the rogue operative...

after everything you've done
to clear your name?

- Are you sure?
- I'm already out.

And if this is what I have to do to get in
with Gilroy, I don't have much choice.

Hey, Sam? You got a visitor.
Says he's an old friend of yours.

- Mack.
- Hey, man.

Been a long time.

- Sam!
- That's okay.

I deserve that.

Sam, Sam. Hey. Easy, easy. Sam.

That one too, I suppose.

All right. Look, Sam.

I know you and I have had our problems,
but I need your help.

Can I buy you a beer? Please.

I'm not in a drinking mood.

Sam, who is this guy?

Oh, we served together during my SEAL days.

You don't look too excited to see him.

Yeah. We had a bit of a falling out.

Anything you want to talk about?

I'm sorry, Mike. L-

Maybe I'll just let him buy me that beer.

I'll be all right.

So, uh, do you ever talk
to any of the boys from the old unit?

Man, the SEALS have come a long way.

Skip the small talk, Mack. Why are you here?

All right.

Here's the deal.

After the navy, I took a job-
Houston P.D.

I work child abduction cases.

Most of the time, it's same old thing.

Some mixed-up relative snatches a kid
'cause of some stupid argument.

Every once in a while,
you get a true predator...

and this one's the worst I ever seen.

Name's Rincon.

I built a whole case against him,
enough to put him away for three lifetimes.

We went to the house to get him,
busted down the door...

and the whole goddamn place exploded.

I lost a couple of my best men that day.

Sorry to hear that.

There was a report on the incident,
said that I hadn't supervised...

the assault team properly, but that wasn't true.

- They still suspended me.
- What happened to him?

They found some remains in the house.
Nothing conclusive.

The brass couldn't admit that the bad guy
walked away though, so they closed the case.

- And you think he's still alive?
- I know he is.

Rincon knew he was going down,
so he faked his death...

and I traced the sumbitch to Miami.

So you catch this guy, you clear your name.
Is that the idea?

Sam, if I go down...

all my other cases go up in smoke,
and a lot of bad guys could walk.

All right. Sorry.

Shouldn't have asked.

So, Mack, you figure this is a two-man job?

Could use a third man, if you know anyone.

I do, but I wouldn't call her "the third man"
to her face.

Thank you.

- Look, Sam, about our dustup-
- Let's not get into it.

We do this. You go home. That's it.

You got it.

- Hey.
- What can I do for you, Maddy?

You all right? That was some cheap shot
you gave your friend.

Yeah, well, he deserved a lot more than that,
believe me.

- So what happened with you two?
- Nothing that concerns you.

Well, it does concern me...

because I've never seen you like this before.

And now you're doing some job with this guy.
How do you know you can trust him?

My issues with him
are not professional, they are personal...

which is why I would prefer
if you'd just stay out of it.

[Chattering]

[Chattering]

So how do you know Rincon's
gonna show up here?

[Mack]
Rincon was importing drugs from Mexico...

and I've been keeping track
ofhis old contacts.

Intercepted a call, and... word is
he's doing a meeting here today.

So you can't take that to the D. A?

Ah, they're smart enough
not to use the guy's name.

Plus the phone tap wasn't exactly legal.

- [Beeps]
- [Fiona] Our guest has arrived.

Wow. Somehow he looks even more
like a child predator and cop killer...

than he did in the picture.

All right.
[Exhales]

You sit tight. We can't spook this guy.

[Michael Narrating] Neighborhood Watch
is just a nice idea in most suburbs.

But where you really see it in action
is the inner city.

- [Whistling]
- Only there, it doesn't protect against crime.

It protects against cops.

Just like cops have drug-detecting dogs...

some neighborhoods have cop-detecting kids.

- Once the alarm goes out-
- [Whistling Continues]

Criminal activity shuts down
like a picnic when it rains...

and any fugitives run likejackrabbits.

?Chicle? ?Polic?a?

- They think we're police.
- Fi, this is bad.

If Rincon thinks the cops
know he's here, he's gone.

Then we'll just have to show everyone
that we're not cops.

- [Speaks Spanish]
- What are you lookin' at?

- You want to hurry up in there, sister?
- Want to stop distracting me?

- [Engine Starts]
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

[Mack]
So you stole this car?

What did you want us to do?
We had to prove to 'em that we weren't cops.

You saw the place.
It's a no-fly zone for gringos.

Mike, uh, listen. I know you're a little
preoccupied with this whole Gilroy business.

Yeah. He's going to be a handful.

I think if Michael has time for Gilroy,
then he has time for finding a child predator.

Okay. What's the problem?

Well, we didn't exactly blend into
the neighborhood where Rincon's hiding.

The second we made our move,
the locals sounded the cop alarm and he ran.

Once you get off the side streets, forget it.

You set one foot on the main boulevard,
you might as well have a spotlight on you.

- Any chance that Rincon will pop up again?
- No. This is our only chance.

- This is over unless-
- Hang on. He's probably still in the area.

But if we can't go looking for him-

Someone in the neighborhood
will have to look for us.

Someone with an ear to the ground,
someone Rincon won't see coming.

Mike's right. Local gang'll know
the neighborhood better than anyone.

Someone at the top was smart enough
to set up a network of eyes and ears.

He'll be able to find Rincon.

Wait. You're saying we're gonna
get the local gang leader to help us?

You got a better idea?

[Chattering In Spanish]

So a buddy of mine
pulled some police files on this area.

Local gang leader's name is Omar Hernandez.

His crew controls this neighborhood.

Started out doing
all the normal gangbanger stuff.

You know, boosting cars, running guns.

What's his business now?

Must be dealing drugs.
He got guys looking out for the police.

Well, he's dealing drugs,
but not the kind you're thinking about.

We got aspirin, cold medicine,
throw in some baby formula too.

Omar's the lead suspect in a bunch
of chain store warehouse break-ins.

See, the bodegas are fencing the stuff.

Got ourselves a regular Robin Hood.

Yeah, and he knows how
to take care of business too.

Omar's last arrest was for beating
the bejesus out of some guy...

who was smacking his girlfriend around.

What? You defending this guy?

You think this neighborhood
gets a lot of protection from the cops?

I'm just saying, guy's a thug. Getting him
to find Rincon for us, gonna be tough.

I'll have to be extra convincing.

[Michael Narrating]
In an army, a chain of command...

gets activated by unusual events.

Tanks amassing on a border,
a hacking attack on a central computer...

assassinations ofkey personnel.

A street gang's chain of command
is no different.

Showing up in a stolen car
and making a splashy entrance...

will get a message sent up the ladder.

- I'm looking for Omar.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, we've been looking for that car.

- Well, you found it.
- [Scoffs]

Sorry. We don't know no Omar.

- [Bones Crack]
- [Grunts]

I'll be waiting for Omar in there.

Here comes the king of the barrio.

Omar, he's in the supermarket over there.

Nice suit.

What are you, the devil or something?

Call me whatever you like,
but my name is Louis.

[Scoffs]
Just beat his ass, Omar.

- What is it you want, Louis?
- A man named Rincon is hiding
in your neighborhood.

- You're gonna find him for me.
- Why would I do that?

Because his business is hurting children...

and your business is protecting them.

You seem to know a lot about me.
I don't know nothin' about you.

You know all you need to know.

[Omar On Radio]
You got a funny way of talking.

- You use words, but you don't say nothin',
- I say what I mean.

Then let me say what I mean.
Yeah, I protect my people.

I provide for them.
If it wasn't for me and my crew...

gangbangers one block over would be
doing drive-bys in the middle of the street...

and little babies would be going hungry.

See, I don't got time to play with no devil
or whatever you think you are.

The devil wants Rincon's soul.
I just want the man.

The faster you give him to me,
the faster I go away.

- Or what?
- Or this.

[Man]
What the-

He's gone!

[Madeline]
Is that the bad guy?

Uh, it's more like the guy who's supposed
to go looking for the bad guy.

Put a tracker and a bug in his car.

How come you're not out with Sam?

Your boy and Sam
got a peculiar way of doing things.

Sam thought it'd be best
if I kept a watch on things from here.

- What happened with you two?
- You know, with all due respect, ma'am...

that's- that's really none of your business.

Oh. Well, I'm making it my business.

He's my son's best friend.

And come to think about it, he's mine too.

The point is, I'm worried about him.

He's not himself, with the drinking-

[Chuckling]
No, Sam's always liked his beer.

He's not drinking is what I'm saying.

[Exhales]
All right.

Here it is. You know he was married.

Oh. You screwed around with his wife.

It wasn't that simple.

Yeah. Well, never is.

[Chattering In Spanish]

What do we have, Sam?

Well, Omar's been talking a lot
about some crazy guy...

who wants him to find Rincon,
but he hasn't made a move yet.

- [Michael] Who's Mr. Personality there?
- Oh, that's, uh, Felipe Vega.

- They work together?
- No. Vega runs a bigger gang.

North Side 13. They've been inching in
on Omar's neighborhood.

- [Michael] He's careful.
- Yeah, and ruthless.

His crew's been busy collecting scalps-
mostly rival gangbangers, it looks like.

[Vega]
Like your neighborhood.

It's nice and clean.

Everybody seems so happy.

- Is that a new car?
- Ah, it's new enough.

[Chuckling]
Don't try to play me, Omar.

I know you're doing all right.

Pretty busy inside there.

- Now, you got my shipment?
- Nah.

Everything I have, I got people counting on it.

- I told you I was gonna be by every week.
- And I told you I don't got it.

- So you can keep what you took last week-
- What I "took"?

That sounds like I stole something.

Let's get something straight.
That was payment for protection.

You never know who come in here,
start trouble for you.

- See what I mean?
- [Bell Jingling]

- [Gasps] ?Su?ltame, por favor!
- ?Oye! ?Oye!

- Let me go!
- [Vega] Hey, hey! ?Ya, ya! ?Afuera!

[Vega On Radio]
Now, do me and you got a beef?

Nah. You'll get your shipment.
Just get out of here.

"Get outta here"? You're pushing it, Omar.

Now, you pack my stuff up in a van-

the good stuff, the prescription stuff.

My boys will pick it up
at your warehouse over on 26th.

And, Omar...

don't try and burn me again.

- V?monos.
- [Sam] Looks like he's got
bigger problems than you, Mike.

- Guess I'll have to become
a bigger problem then.
- What are you thinking?

If that van Vega wants goes missing...

Omar will have to deal with whoever took it.

And that's you.

Okay. I guess we'll have to get over
to Omar's warehouse.

[Michael Narrating] Because warehouses
store bulk items and not people...

they're usually built cheaply.

Most of the time,
the roofs arejust plywood and asphalt tiles.

Attach a hole saw bit to a silenced drill...

and you can bore through the roof
without attracting attention.

[Beeps]

If you want to create a bigger opening,
a few ounces of C-4...

on the brackets
holding the door in place will do the trick.

[Beeping]

- All set, Mike.
- [Cell Phone Rings]

- You'll be able to stroll right in.
- Yeah, Fi?

[Fiona]
Uh-oh. You got a visitor.

It's Gilroy in a Maserati up the block.

What is he doing here?

Getting to know me.
I guess I'll have to put on a good show.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Michael Narrating]
Dominance in the battlefield...

isn't always about the use oflethal force.

Sometimes it's more effective to leave
a few targets around to spread the word.

[Gunshot]

[Grunts]

Rubber composite bullets
fired from a suppressed rifle...

won't kill your enemy.

[Grunts]

But it will make them think twice
about staying in the fight.

- What do you want?
- I'm here for the van.

What van?

[Explosion]

That one.

Selling yourself to an adversary...

is a bit like getting drafted on a sports team.

You may look good on paper, but eventually
they'll want to see you on the field.

Why the hell are you following me?

Just curious about
where that van of yours is headed.

I told you, I have to get to know you.

- You can do that without
compromising my operations.
- I had to see you in action.

And I have to say,
you've lived up to your reputation.

Such panache.
I love the suit. Who are you wearing?

You're awfully confident
I won't shoot you right here. Don't be.

Maybe I'm just not that afraid
of rubber bullets.

You were awfully gentle
with those chaps at the warehouse.

I was as gentle as I had to be.

- I can't have
a homicide detective poking around.
- Hmm. Fair enough.

Is that why you were following me?

To compliment me on my suit
and ask me stupid questions?

I came to see if you're the sort of person
I'd like to work with, and it appears you are.

I'm glad you like what you saw.

I have a little project that may interest you.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, by the way, who is the van for?

I don't kiss and tell.

Good to know.

Oh, Jesus. I've been calling you.

I threw my phone away. I think Gilroy
used my phone to triangulate my position.

He's good.
I just got that phone two days ago.

- What did he want?
- He wanted to see if I was
the same kind of monster he is.

[Imitating British Accent]
Apparently, I am.

No, you're not. But if you fake it long enough-

You don't have to worry about me, Fi.

Look, I know you want to stop
whatever he's planning...

but can't we just shoot him
and get on with our lives?

Gilroy does work for hire.
He's the tip of a very nasty iceberg.

- [Cell Phone Ringing]
- It doesn't end with him.

- [Beeps]
- Sam?

- Hey, Fi. Is Mikey there?
- Yeah, he's here.

He was looking for you too.

- Yeah, Sam?
- I've been monitoring the fallout
from your warehouse stunt.

Omar's pretty freaked out
about his missing van.

I guess it's time to see
if he's ready to help us find Rincon.

He's at the botanica on 17 th.

Omar.

I want the van! Now! Where is it?

I can tell you where it will be-
in your driveway when you give me Rincon.

I'm not afraid of you, man.
You may have some fancy little tricks...

but you're still flesh and blood.

And believe me, I know how to make you bleed.

You touch me,
and your whole world comes apart.

I'm not talking about just your car.

I'm talking about your house on East 18th
Street, your stores on River Drive, you.

There won't be a place on this earth
that you can hide.

You give me Rincon, and I'll disappear.

I'll need a few hours.

You're not packing my Ice Babies, are you?

- Uh, no. Maddy. Those are staying behind.
- Good.

'Cause you destroyed
half my Winter Wonderland collection
when you blew up my house.

- Come on now. I thought we were past all that.
- We are.

I was just pulling your chain. Ha!

[Chuckles]
The truth is, I was thinking
about replacing them anyway...

so it really didn't matter
what you did with them.

I mean, seriously,
why would I hold this against you?

You talked to Mack, didn't you?

Sam...

your marriage had been over for years
before he ever said a word to your wife.

There's a code, Madeline.
You don't sit in another man's canoe, period.

We're not talking about a boat, Sam.

Yeah. And I'm not talking about
some creepy ice-skating figurine either.

You let her go! Was she supposed to
be miserable the rest of her life?

He took very good care of her.

And I told you to stay out of it.

You want to be like that? Fine!

You still owe me an ice-skating snowman!

[Michael Narrating]
The best defense isn't always a show of force.

Keep an adversary in the dark
about what you're capable of...

and he has to assume the worst.

Jesus, man! ?Carajo!

- We looked for your guy.
- You found Rincon?

Yeah, I found him.
You know how protected he is?

You had three hours to give me Rincon,
not give me excuses.

You thought you were so smart, right?
Stealing that van that Vega wanted?

Well, guess what.
That's who's protecting Rincon.

I hear they're business partners, man.

Rincon's been supplying Vega
with drugs for years.

- You think he's gonna give up that connection?
- Let me worry about that.

No, man! I gotta worry about it. Me and
Vega are this close to going to war already.

Lfhe finds out, man-
Look, I ain't afraid to die, okay?

But my people?

Vega will go after everybody.

If you don't give me what I want...

Vega will be the least of your worries.

Rincon's hiding in an abandoned
housing project on West 15th, Unit 402.

He's got some of Vega's guys with him.

You better hurry.

And you better pray Vega doesn't find out!

[Michael Narrating] When you're
extracting a heavily guarded target...

it's important to choose the right entry point.

Guards watch windows and doors.

So if you come in through the common wall
of a neighboring apartment...

you've got surprise on your side,
not to mention a shower of shattered concrete.

Shh.

- What is it, Mike?
- It's a little too quiet in there.

And a little too quiet out there too.

Of course, surprise doesn't count for much...

if you're walking into a trap.

[Sam]
Looks like Vega decided to crash the party.

[Mack]
Hey, we got guys coming up the stairs.

I hope you brought enough rope, Sam.

[Michael Narrating]
Traditional rappelling requires
holding a rope with both hands...

which is inconvenient if you're being shot at.

That's why Special Forces
are trained to rappel in unconventional ways.

[Grunts]

Get down!

Go! Go!

[Man Shouts]

[Tires Squealing]

It was a goddamn setup.

Your boy Omar almost got us killed.

- That doesn't make any sense.
He hates Vega. Just calm down.
- Oh, the hell I will.

- Omar sold us out.
- That's funny- you talking about betrayal.

Boys, fight and get it over with,
or put a sock in it.

- You're gonna want to hear this.
- What is it?

I've been listening to the bug in Omar's car.
Vega tried to kill him too.

- [Gunshots]
- [Omar] Ah, goddamn it! Get down!

- [Man] Jesus, Omar! You're bleeding!
- [Omar] Go, go! Drive, man!

He got clipped in the arm.
I hope I screamed less when it happened to me.

Vega found out Omar was looking for Rincon.

He nearly got killed because of us.

And Vega's probably not gonna stop
until he finishes the job.

I can't believe I'm saying
this about a gangbanger...

but we oughta
do something to help Omar.

Yeah.

[Groans]
Omar!

Man, you got some balls coming here.

- You shouldn't point guns at friends.
- Oh, now you're my friend?

- I can be.
- Man, we almost got killed because of you!

Vega's got guys looking all over for us.

He's gonna tear up the whole neighborhood.

I should've shot you while I had the chance.

You shoot me,
you'll still have a problem with Vega.

You don't, Vega will have a problem with me.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Vega and Rincon, they're gonna
take Miami apart until they find you.

Why don't I save them the trouble?
I want you to take me to them.

I will finish this for both of us.

- Man, you're crazy.
- Hear me out.

Inside...

now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

All right. Just don't do nothin'.

I give him you. That's not enough?

I gotta give him
my whole damn neighborhood?

Vega has to believe he's won.

I don't know about this, man.

He's gonna want to meet on my territory,
make a big show.

You want him to.
He just has a few guys with guns on his side...

and you have a whole neighborhood on yours.

What about when we get inside? Vega's
gonna have that place locked down tight.

He won't let any of my boys in with us.
It's just you and me.

If everything goes right,
you and me is all we need.

I leave with Rincon, you leave with Vega.

Are you ready to end this or not?

I'm ready.

[Michael Narrating] Camouflage is commonly
associated with jungle warfare...

but the truth is that it's just as important
in urban settings.

You're bound to draw attention setting up
a bulletproofbarricade on the sidewalk...

or toting a concussion charge down the street.

But fruit stands reinforced with strips
of steel-belted tires...

and ice cream carts packed with explosives...

blend right in.

Of course, the ultimate Trojan horse
is a shackled prisoner.

Where have you been hiding these?

Aparanoid enemy might go so far...

as frisking a hostage
who's wearing handcuffs...

but people tend not to check
if one of the handcufflinks...

is made of polystyrene...

or if there's a listening device
in the pin lock.

He's clean.

Welcome to my neighborhood, Omar.

Now, everyone said...

the people in your neighborhood
were so loyal.

I don't see none of'em here.

You know, when you started
sticking your nose in my business...

I figured you were up to something,
so I grabbed one of your guys.

One hour with my knife...

he started spilling everything.

That's all you get for loyalty- one hour.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- You disappoint me.

Everyone said,
"Ooh! Omar will go down in a blaze of glory."

[Laughing]

One little scratch on your arm, you come
crying to me like a bitch to kiss my ring.

I think we just had a misunderstanding,
that's all.

- Misunderstanding?
- [Men Laughing]

I like that.

Let's get this misunderstanding cleared up
right now. Show me your mystery man.

Ag?rralo.

- So we cool?
- Cool?

Cool? You think one freak in a suit
is gonna make things even?

Let me tell you something.

In my kingdom, peace don't come cheap.

Today, I'll take your neighborhood.

Tomorrow, I'll take your woman.

It's a new world, Omar. Get used to it.

Get these putos inside.

- Come on.
- Rest of you stay out here.

If they want something, shoot 'em.

[Mutters]

So, who are you?

I asked you a question. Who are you?

You'll find out soon enough.

[Grunts]

Are you a cop?

A cop? You're not that lucky.

- [Grunts]
- [Sighs]

Answers.

Tell me, what kind of man comes looking for me
dressed in a suit like that?

What kind of man?
What kind of man preys on children?

Did that bitch who brought those charges
against me send you?

She was always whining about her kid.

Tell me who you are...

or I will make this so painful...

that you will beg for mercy,
and it will not come.

You don't know what pain is.

But you will, I promise.

Don't look at them.
They'll see what you really are.

Coward.

- Go to hell.
- Come with me.

## [Hard Rock]

[Man Rapping] # Everybody get down
Everybody get down #

# Don't make a sound
Everybody get down #

# Everybody get down
Everybody get down #

## [Continues]

[Tires Screeching]

## [Continues]

Welcome to my neighborhood.

I made you a promise.

It's time.

## [Ends]

Miami P.D.'s transporting Rincon
back to Houston.

He's lucky he's not going back in a body bag.

You and your friends
got a strange way of doing things...

but, uh, guess I can't complain.

Thank you, Sam.

Yeah, um, about Amanda.

Just wanted to say...

thanks for taking care of her.

I was never real good about doing that.

I guess, uh, the mission always came first.

Yeah, well, for what it's worth, she left me too.

Don't think she ever got over you.

Who could?

[Laughing]

- You ever need anything-
- I'll let you know.

Hey, Maddy, you feel like having a beer?

- Come on.
- [Chuckling]

A lot of people are asking
about the guy in the suit.

I don't know what to tell them.

I'm just the guy that helped you
get back on top, that's all.

Still can't figure you out, man.

Honestly, Omar...

don't try.

- Hey, Fi. Thanks for coming.
- Shut up!

There's something that I have to say.

You want me backing you up
on more of these little Gilroy meetings...

then you're gonna hear me out
right here, right now.

In another one of these
little, wasted hotel rooms...

you are gonna get yourself killed.

You're gonna wind up dead.

Um, I'm not dead yet.

You know, I have more ammunition
in this case than I need.

You want to be quiet,
or you want me to start using it?

[Sighs]
Sam doesn't agree with me...

and I didn't want to worry your mother.

Otherwise, this would be
a full-scale intervention.

You... work... too... hard.

- Fi, l-
- Shh-

I appreciate what you did finding Rincon...

and there's maybe a little part of me that
understands what you're doing with Gilroy.

But that cannot be what you do
all day, every day!

You cannot keep burning the candle
at both ends, Michael!

How do you expect to stay focused
when you exhaust yourself like this?

You need a life, or you're gonna wind up dead.

It's just basic operational sense.

Are you finished?

- Sure. Fine.
- ## [Ballad]

[Sighs]

[Woman]
#Don't listen too hard #

# The words I say won't last #

- Where do you want me?
- # One minute more #

# Than they should #

- How 'bout right here?
- # I understand you #

Gilroy said...

he would call here...

for the place and the time of our meeting.

He said he would call here...

tomorrow morning.

# I seen you flying #

- # I won't let you down #
- Michael, did you ask me here to-

Like I said, I'm not dead yet.

# Don't listen too hard #

# The words I say won't last #

# One minute more #

# Than they should ##

- Hello.
- [Gilroy] Good morning, Westen.

- Gilroy, you're up early.
- As are you.

- Surprising, given
what a busy boy you've been lately.
- Oh?

Oh, no need to be coy.

I hear there was a certain transfer of power
in a certain section of Little Dominica...

that a certain someone
had a role in facilitating.

- I wouldn't know about that.
- You really don't kiss and tell, do you?

- Since you're up, any chance
we could have a chat?
- I'd love to, but, uh-

But you have a more pressing engagement?

You could say that.

- Don't keep me waiting.
- So we're in business?

Yes, we are.
And there's lots of work to be done.

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