Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 12 - Noble Causes - 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 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.

As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

It's never fun to be the guy who
clears a location for a meet.

In the best case, you waste your time
looking for dangers that aren't there.

In the worst case, of course,
you miss something.

Hey, your buddy went in 10 minutes ago-

- Alone.
- Sam, you didn't have to scout this for me.

Come on, Mikey. I am not gonna let you
meet a guy like Gilroy without backup.

If he was planning on killing me,
I doubt he'd pick such a nice place.

You know how hard it is
to get a reservation there?

Yeah, and I know what they serve in there
too- foie gras, "lappin."

- Lapin? - Yeah, whatever.
It's still French for "bunny rabbit."



Look, I'm all for bringing Gilroy down,
but isn't there a way...

to wrap this guy up without
actually working with him?

I went to a lot of trouble to convince him
I'm as much of a psychopath as he is.

Might as well hear what he has planned.

Odds are, he's not gonna ask you
to walk his dog for him.

I don't have much choice.
Whatever he is planning...

the only way to stop it
is to be right in the middle of it.

Bon app?tit.

That's French for
"Watch your back, amigo."

Even routine meetings can be risky...

if you're sitting down
with someone you don't trust.

You have to be alert to any subtle clue
that tells you what you're walking into.

Are they armed? Did they bring backup?

Of course, there are also
not-so-subtle clues-

Glad you could make it.
I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of ordering
an appetizer to start.

Like a third place setting at a lunch for two.

- We expecting someone else?
- I didn't tell you? Claude should be here.

- Claude?
- Wonderful chap. Excellent conversationalist.

He has great fashion sense. And he's
the best thief in the western hemisphere.

Useful skill in this phase
of our little project.

I don't mind sharing a meal with him,
but, uh, I prefer to work alone.

Don't be so hasty, Michael.
You'll like Claude.

His r?sum? is almost as nasty as yours.

- Working with someone you don't know is stupid
and dangerous. - Look who's full of theories.

Well, I'm afraid you'll have to make an exception
this time, learn the value of teamwork.

No, thanks.

Claude, Michael.

- Michael, Claude.
- So this is your local boy?

Actually, Michael's not sure
he can stay for lunch.

Decision time.

Splendid. Let's get some wine,
shall we, to celebrate.

Something old, French and expensive.

What exactly is this Gilroy job?

He wants me to break into the Chilean
consulate with Claude, get our hands on a file.

Invading foreign territory and stealing
documents with someone you've never met.

- Sounds great.
- Well, working with Claude is not in the cards.

Well, that I like the sound of.
Are you walking away?

No, I'm gonna come up with a way to take
Claude out without making Gilroy suspicious.

You know, ifhe is a thief
working internationally-

Yeah, you're thinking we might have mutual
acquaintances. I'll make some calls, Michael.

But seriously, how far are you willing
to go with this Gilroy thing?

As far as I have to.

That's easy to say now, but-

There's the man I need to see.

- I come in peace, bro.
- Friend of yours, Michael?

You remember Sugar...

the drug dealer who used
to live beneath my place.

That's right. The man you shot in the leg.

Yeah, your boy capped me through a wall.
Did something with duct tape.

I thought I made it clear that
we should never see each other again.

You think I wanted to come back here?

I came to hire you, man.
My cousin's in trouble.

- Don't waste your time. - Look, dude,
I didn't come here empty-handed, all right?

In covert ops, you get used to seeing old enemies.

Sometimes they're looking
for intelligence.

Sometimes they're looking for revenge.

What are you gonna do, shoot me again?

'Cause if that's what it takes
to get you to help my cousin, go for it.

And sometimes they're looking
for a friend.

My cousin Dougie's mixed up
with some shady dudes right now.

Shady Shady like drug dealers?

I don't bring my business around Dougie.
I never have.

It's this jacker named Lynch. Punk-ass
runs a crew that does big robberies.

Every time they do a job,
somebody gets hurt... or worse.

- They're working an angle on Dougie.
- What makes you say that?

They're not hanging out with him
'cause they think he's cool.

D-Dougie's slow.

I told him to stay away
from Lynch and his crew...

but they keep buying him stuff
and taking him to parties.

I mean, he thinks they're friends.

I talked to Lynch, man to man,
told him to leave Dougie alone.

- I can see that went well.
- His whole crew jumped me.

There wasn't much talking after that.

These guys are strapped, man.

I need a guy like you, with the tricks
and everything. Five grand.

I'm figuring we mount up and ride on these
jokers. I mean, how does that sound?

Like a good way to get somebody killed.
You don't need a hit man, Sugar.

You need to move your cousin,
get him off of Lynch's radar.

Know how long it took Dougie to get on his
own two feet? He's got his own place now, a job.

I can't make him start over.
I'm not gonna let Lynch do that to him.

You don't want the money, fine.
I'll do it myself.

I'm sure Dougie would rather start over
than have to bury his cousin.

What happened to the bad-ass
that used to live here?

If he comes back, give him my number.

You're just gonna let him go?

Yeah Ma Are you okay?

No, I'm coming right over.

It's Mom. It's-It's important.

You're getting
the Take a Bite Out of Crime award?

It's for citizen crime fighters.

This just happened out of the blue?

Well, I mean, you know that I'm the
Neighborhood Watch captain for my block.

And it didn't hurt that I called in three
stolen cars in the last two months.

You mean the cars I asked you to call in,
the ones I stole?

They're giving me a plaque.

Now, I'm allowed to have
one guest at the reception.

But you have to dress up, because
the chief of police is gonna be there.

Mom, I can't be in a room full of cops...

giving you an award for
reporting crimes I committed!

Michael, I'm being honored. Do you want me
to be the only person there with no family?

I mean, it's not like I can ask
Nate to fly in from Vegas.

Noon on Saturday.

- Hey, guys.
- Hi, honey.

Hey, Maddy, you got some sugar?

Ms. Reynolds wants to make me
some caramelized strawberries.

- Whoo-hoo.
- Thanks.

Hey, you saw about the award?
Pretty cool, huh?

Sam nominated me.

Well, more like I signed
the paperwork that she already filled out.

Hey, so, is Fi gonna help you
check into Claude?

She's asking around.

Good, 'cause I ran his name
through some channels, and I got nothin'.

- Thanks, Maddy. I'll bring some over later.
- Okay.

Fi?

So?

- What?
- Did you get a chance to make any calls?

Oh, you mean about Claude? I sure did.

Heard some disturbing things too.
I wrote it all down on a piece of paper...

but I just can't remember where I put it.

I'm very distracted. I keep thinking
about Sugar and his cousin.

You were there, Fi.
I told him what he needed to do.

He doesn't want to listen,
that's not my problem.

What about Dougie? Are we gonna let Sugar
make a bad decision for his cousin too?

Fine.

Forget it.

Claude is former Australian S.I.S.

Real name, Thomas Smalling,
which is why Sam hit a dead end.

You say Sugar's not your problem?

Did you ever stop and think Gilroy's
not your problem either?

My man!

Yeah. Okay.

Guns and duct tape. When do we go?

"We" don't go ever, Sugar.

- Yeah, but you said you would help.
- I will, but my way...

so no mounting up, no riding on people.

Okay, so, how's your way Go through the
Impossible on his ass?

That would fall
into the "riding" category, so, no.

No. First I check into Lynch. We see
why he's so interested in your cousin.

- What about me?
- You're gonna leave town.

I ride the pine while you handle this?

That punk sent guys looking for me
at a club I work out of. I need to answer.

Yeah, that's the kind
of thinking we don't need.

You want to help your cousin?
You want me to help?

Then you will leave town. You will take
a trip and you will wait for my call.

Fine.

Great. Now, where can I find Lynch?

Whether it's a drug compound
in the mountains of Colombia...

or a tropical estate in Miami...

nothing says success like a lot ofland.

Of course, the more land someone has...

the easier it is to hide out
and do surveillance.

Lush landscaping may be beautiful,
but it's hardly secure.

Uh, I see two on the deck,
including Lynch.

Let me guess. The one with the pinky ring.
How's it going, Fi?

Single-latch sliding window
on the side of the house.

Getting in shouldn't be
a problem once they leave.

Well, Lynch and his crew stay plenty busy.

They've hit everything
from banks to car washes.

How is it they don't get arrested?

Well, Lynch is pretty thorough
about covering his tracks.

They don't leave anybody around to tell
the story. That guy's a public health hazard.

Could be game time.
Fi, don't forget to plant that bug.

A minivan.

Lynch doesn't strike me
as the soccer dad type.

Well, it can't hurt to find out
where they're headed.

Can you two handle the house
while I follow Lynch?

So, we're gonna take the bus home?

Okay, fine. Save gas. Help the planet.

Hey, I'm as green
as the next guy, you know.

Finding the best place in a house
to hide a bug can be tough...

but if you can't wire
every room for sound...

the TVremote is a good
all-purpose choice.

It's got a power source,
it's kept in areas where people gather...

and it's usually in the hand
of the most powerful guy in the room.

Bug's in place, Sam.

Look around, but make it quick.

#Like vampires in the mirror #

# We have no fear #

#And it feels like such a relief #

# To not be here #

- Sam, I found something.
- What are you seeing?

Looks like Lynch has something special
planned- something very special.

Special? How do you mean?

He's got enough firepower
for a full-scale amphibious assault-

machine guns,
mini oxygen tanks, dive watches.

Maybe he's planning
some sort of water heist.

Either that or he likes to snorkel.
Get your pictures and get out of there, Fi.

You can often tell when a team of guys...

is going out to kill someone.

There's something about
the way they drive-

always below the speed limit,
always careful at stop signs.

There's something
about the way they move-

a little strut, a hard set to the jaw.

See it enough times,
you don't even need clues...

like the target's car
sitting in the driveway.

Time to get busy.

Sugar, tell me you left town.

Nah, man. Don't worry.

I'm dug in at my stash house.
Nobody knows where it is.

Lynch knows.
He's out front. Go out back right now.

What? Oh, he wants to go Tombstone?

Fine! I'm strapped to the nines!
We can settle this right now!

No, no, Sugar. There's too many.
You get out now. Get out now!

No go, bro. I'm not letting him run me
out of my house!

Microwaves are one of the most dangerous appliances...

in the home to repair or modify...

but in a pinch you can use their
extremely high voltage to your advantage.

- Did he go down?
- I don't know. I can't see.

Remove a microwave's surge inhibitor...

mix in some reactive household cleaning
supplies and pressurized cans...

and a fistful of silverware-

- I think we got him.
- Let's make sure.

Make sure the door is sealed tight-

Now you want to use duct tape.

And to save time, just press "Popcorn."

Do it right, and you have
the makings of a very big-

Sorry, bro. I'm staining your leather.

You better stay alive, 'cause I'm gonna
make you clean that later.

Four shots from assault rifles,
and somehow Sugar is still breathing.

Talked to the doctor.
He's touch-and-go...

but if you hadn't been there, Mike,
he would have just been go.

Police say anything?

Uh, drug dealer gunned down
in a stash house...

doesn't exactly get you,
you know, front burner status.

The car they were using
was torched, so there's no evidence there.

- We need to get Dougie out of town.
- No.

We pull Sugar's cousin out now,
Lynch just moves on to a new heist...

and someone else winds up
in his crosshairs.

- I want this to be his last job.
- I'm glad to see you so fired up, Michael...

- but is this about taking
Lynch down or helping Dougie? - Both.

As long as Lynch needs Dougie for a job,
he's safe until it goes down.

Well, that's great-
except we know nothing about this job.

- Well, we have some work to do, don't we?
- Guys, how about this? Mike...

you still have your meeting
with Gilroy and Claude, right?

Focus on that. I'll talk to Dougie.

He's been hanging out with Lynch.
Maybe he heard something.

And if we have to move him
on short notice, I'm a familiar face.

Great.
Fiona...

maybe I could borrow your car?

The Charger's a little stained.

Gentlemen.

I can't stay for long.
I just wanted to make sure...

that our first strategy session
gets off on the right foot.

Team building is a process,
so I thought I'd help speed it up.

Matching watches.
Perfectly synchronized... with mine.

If you look like a team,
you'll act like one.

Maybe we should get jerseys.

Feast your eyes on the third-floor window-
second from the left.

My file arrives in that room
on Friday evening.

On Sunday morning,
it's headed for processing.

You two will get it Saturday.

Since Claude has the expertise in the
getting-things field, he will take the lead.

- You don't mind, do you, Michael?
- Go team.

Excellent.

Did you know that your resting pulse
tends to synchronize with your watch?

That means by the end of today,
our hearts will beat as one.

I'll leave you both to ponder
the possibilities.

Ta-ta.

You just create a diversion.
Cover the alley. I get the file.

- That's it?
- You need more?

- How are you getting in?
- From the outside. Not your problem.

Well, it is if you want me to stage
an effective diversion.

Look, just make certain
no one on the street...

is looking down that alley
when the time comes.

What about the security
on the third floor?

One guard?

If he sees me,
it'll be the last thing he ever sees.

Usually I get some kind of advance
notice before somebody pays a visit.

Yeah, it's weird how that goes.

If you're with the independent living
program, what happened to Ms. Lee?

- Who- Berta?
- Yeah.

No, no. She's county. I'm city.

State's gonna send
somebody in a month or two...

then a tri-joint panel does their review-
it's a whole big deal.

Well, Dougie's a big help around here.
We love him. You'll see.

Hey, Dougie.

Somebody from the program
wants to see you.

- Dougie, how you doing? Chuck Finley.
- I'm fine, sir. Thanks.

- Tell him what you do, Dougie.
- Okay.

- I have to make sure that
the door to the storage room...

- is shut real tight before we open the big door-
- Ah.

- So the bad air doesn't get the
flowers when the cars drive out.

And then, when the deliveries come in...

I have to do the same thing except backwards.

- Sounds like a lot to remember.
- I'm good at it.

- Mr. Autry says I'm vigilant.
- It's cold in here, isn't it?

It's good for the flowers.
Were you in the navy?

A lot of people in the navy wear those.
They're called Luminox.

Yeah. Good catch. I was in the navy.

Yeah, I tried out to be in the army...

but they said I didn't pass the test.

My friend, Mr. Lynch- he's a marine.

He still goes on missions sometimes.
He said maybe I could help out on one.

That's cool. When is it?

I don't know. I'm on alert status.

- Did he say what you'd be doing?
- No.

- He just said to be ready.
- Well, Mr. Lynch sounds like a cool friend.

You want to meet him?
He's having a party today.

That sounds fun, Dougie,
but I got a lot of work to do.

So you go do your thing,
and I'll catch up with you in a bit.

- Okay. See you later.
- Yeah, thanks.

Fi, are you in a partying mood?

# Ooh, I like it #

We gotta get this done.

Infiltrating hostile territory is
all about blending in...

which means if you're a sniper
in the bush, you wear a ghillie suit...

and if you're a beautiful woman
at a Miami house party...

you wear a slinky dress.

Retard's looking bored. Watch this.

Dougie, have a little shot with me.

- Cheers, pal.
- Dougie!

Ah! It's good, huh?

- Yeah!
- Nice.

Show us some moves, pal.
There it is.

Huh?

Oh, wow. Fantastic.

Excuse me, folks.

Thank you. Enjoy the party.

- Lynch just called a meeting.
- That's great. Stay close.

Looks like it's members only.

Well, then you gotta join the club, Fi.
We gotta get ears on those guys.

A bug is only as good as what it hears...

so if the discussion
you want to be part of...

isn't taking place around your listening
device, you have two choices.

You can move the discussion
or you can move the bug.

Ooh.

Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.
This room's offlimits, doll.

- Well, I- My car keys were in my pocket-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Your keys- Your keys- Honey, we can
help you find them later, all right?

- No! They're in here.
- We'll help you find them later.

If we can't find them, I'll give you
a ride myself personally, all right?

- Call me.
- Enjoy the party.

I just got off the phone with Bolo.

He said he found us a thief who can get us
the last piece of hardware we need.

Sweet. How soon can we get it?

He's making the intro
tomorrow at La Covacha.

- Way to go, Fi.
- We got the retard.

We'll get the hardware and be good to go.

Those are some Grade "A" sons of bitches in there.

- Where's your gun, Sam?
- I moved it, Fi.

For your own good.
Look, if it'll make you feel any better...

I think your trick with the bug gave us
something we could use.

Yeah, if we can use it to bludgeon
Lynch to death, I'll feel much better.

One step at a time, Fi.
Lynch is meeting with a thief.

Good news is, he's never seen the guy.

I know somebody else he's never seen.

You'll know Bolo when you see him?

Yeah, I figured if he's pimping thieves,
he must be a fence.

So I called Barry. He knew him...

gave me a description
of the guy and his car.

And there it is.

- Got the cooperation juice ready?
- Yeah, it's ready.

Let's do this, doc.

Bolo, right?
Hey, uh, somebody left a note for you.

- A note?
- Yeah, it's right back here.

Everyone knows about the placebo effect.

People get healed by sugar water
because they think it's medicine.

- You can't just bring it to me?
- It's right around the corner here.

Of course, the placebo doesn't
just work for medicine.

- Whoa, man! What the hell?
- You're gonna want to hold still for this.

It turns out fake poisons work pretty well too-

Which is useful when you need someone
terrified enough to do whatever you say.

You've just been injected with three
c.c.'s of methyl chlorate benzanide.

That's science talk for "You got five hours
to live unless you find an antidote."

- Oh, my God. Who are you guys?
- Doesn't matter.

Shut up and focus.
Now, you'll get the antidote...

if and only if you do exactly as I say-
do you understand?

- I understand. I understand.
- Good.

- You are going to call whoever
you're introducing to Lynch. - Right.

- You will tell him to go back home.
- Right.

- I am him today.
- Right.

Try to stay calm.

The faster your heart beats, the faster
the poison gets into your bloodstream.

Man, I'm feeling a little,
uh- a little, uh-

- Feverish?
- Yeah.

Well, that's what happens
when the chlorate kicks in.

Your hands will shake, then you'll have
difficulty controlling your bowels.

Oh, God. Why'd you do this to me, man?

You'll be fine if you get the antidote.

- Now pull yourself together and make sure
Lynch likes me. - Mmm.

Lynch.

Been a long time, man. How you been?

- You been good? You look good.
- Let's get to the introductions, Bolo.

Sure. Uh, this is D.J.

This is the one man
who can get you what you need.

You're familiar with
heavy equipment, right?

Oh, yeah. He knows heavy equipment
like I know hot stones, man.

- Let's make a deal.
- You need to stop talking for a minute.

- Let me talk to D.J.
- Cool. Do your thing, man.

You know what this is?

Mmm. That there's a hydraulic
cutter-spreader on steroids.

- Some people call it the Jaws of Life.
- Can you get one for me?

Are you kidding? D.J. Hot-wired a front
loader and drove it off a live construction site.

You think he can't get one of those, man?
He can get anything you need.

Won't be easy, seeing how only emergency
response agencies are allowed to have that kind.

Well, if I could get it at Walmart,
I wouldn't need you, would I?

You sure you can't use
the step-down version?

Still cuts through metal like butter,
just takes a little longer.

- What are you cutting on?
- It's a can of tuna I'm having trouble with.

Yeah, where is this can of tuna?
Do you have a power source?

The more details I know,
the better job I do.

You don't get details.

You get little pieces of green paper
called money-when I get my equipment.

You want the gig or not?

He wants it. I know a match
when I see a match, and this is a match.

Can we shake on this, please?

It's gonna take a few days
for your little dream to come true.

You get one day. Otherwise I find somebody else.

Oh, no. No, no. You can't do that.
Tell him it's a deal.

Working undercover is all aboutjudgment calls.

Give the bad guy too little help,
and you can't do yourjob.

- D.J., say it's a deal.
- Give the bad guy too much help...

- and you become part of the problem.
- Deal.

It's a tough call, but sometimes
things have to get worse-

- Deal.
- Before they get better.

You know, I don't like this.
We got all these pieces and still no answer.

Dougie's out there flapping
in the breeze...

and now we have less
than a day to pull him in?

There has to be a connection
to the flower mart.

- Otherwise they wouldn't need Dougie.
- No, thing is...

there's not enough cash there
to justify a major heist.

And Lynch isn't doing this
to steal a dozen roses.

Well, those flowers have to go somewhere.

Lynch might be using
a delivery to get access to a target.

Makes sense. He uses Doug to sneak
his crew on to one of the vans.

Well, now you're cooking with gas.

You order a bunch of tulips, and you
get a full-scale heist to go with it.

I'll circle back to the flower mart, try
and get my hands on a delivery schedule.

Fi, when Sam gets that schedule-

He's gonna need help scouting
locations Lynch might hit.

- Consider it covered.
- Thanks.

Oh, I got word
on your friend Claude's preferred M.O.

I don't know if this helps any...

but he's made a habit of scaling
the sides of buildings- free climbing.

Helps a lot, Fi. Thanks.

Michael, your ears must have been
burning. I was just calling you.

Listen, about the reception,
I was wondering-

Mom, where's that city inspector shirt...

Dad used to wear when he was
stealing equipment?

- You mean borrowing.
- Uh, sure.

- Where is it?
- Move.

A false wall?

Surprised you never found it before.

Your dad liked to have a place
to keep his private stuff.

Um, you should find
what you want in there. Anyway-

So I needed a new outfit for Saturday.

And while I was out,
I got something for you.

You like it?

- Mom.
- I know it's not exactly...

your style,
but it goes great with my skirt.

About Saturday - something's kind of come up.

So put it back down.

I can't. It's complicated.
People could get hurt.

Well, we certainly wouldn't
want that to happen.

So, by all means...

do what it is you have to do.

I bought it on clearance. I can't return
it, so you might as well keep it.

Mr. Autry, I know it's a pain,
but I need your whole delivery schedule.

I'm a little busy right now.
Can't I just fax it later?

Look, I'm sorry to rush you,
Mr. Autry, but I got to have it now.

I was supposed to turn my report in yesterday,
but the supe won't take it without the schedule.

- All right, all right. I'll be right back.
- Appreciate it.

- That's a pretty bouquet, Doug.
- Thanks.

Mr. Autry said I could take flowers
to my cousin. He got shot.

Well, I'll tell you,
getting flowers helped me when I got shot.

You got shot? In action?

Yeah, we were pulling some civilian
workers out of a hot spot in Kuwait.

I caught a bullet on the way out.
After those flowers came...

I got better, like, lickety-split.

Cool. I hope these work.

Mr. Finley, all our deliveries
for the next two weeks.

That is great. Boy, have you bailed me out.
Thanks. See you, Dougie.

Even the most skilled operative knows a good plan...

is 10% execution, 90% preparation.

Advance work is crucial
if you want an operation to be successful.

Advance work is also crucial
if you want an operation to fail.

For example, for someone who likes
to break into buildings by free climbing...

tampering with potential handholds
could be a very serious problem.

- Fi, Sam get the schedule?
- Yeah.

Any progress getting
the hydraulic cutters Lynch wants?

I'm just on my way.

Jaws of Life are standard equipment...

for emergency rescue outfits.

If you'd rather not take a set
that might be needed...

you don't steal them from a fire station.

A fire training center,
on the other hand...

can probably miss theirs for a few days
without risking anyone's life.

- Who sent you to get our cutters?
- H.Q. Routine maintenance.

- Have them back to you in a few days.
- A heads-up would have been nice.

Tell you what.
Why don't you come back on Monday.

- We'll have them ready for you then.
- No can do.

H.Q.'s already breathing down our ass
for falling behind.

I got you and three other firehouses
I got to hit today.

I don't know what to tell you. See, it's my job
to get recruits ready to fight fires.

I got a class training on those cutters
today and tomorrow, so, uh...

you have H.Q. Call me
if they've got a problem with this.

- What? You're using them right now?
- Yeah.

- Hey. Brace yourself.
- Shut it off!

Shut it off! Shut it down!
Shut it down! Shut it down!

- Shut it down now!
- Whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing?

You see those twin lines? One wrong twist,
and that thing goes snap, crackle, pop!

That thing will start flipping around
like a rattlesnake on P.C. P!

You know what
you can do then, Lieutenant?

You can take your right hand.
You wave good-bye to your left.

Whoa, whoa. Hold on.

- Somebody want to help him load 'em on to
his truck? - Yeah, that's heavy.

Come on. Let's go, let's go.
Act like you got some sense here.

Hey, Mike,
we got the location of Lynch's heist.

Hotel Milano. It's the only one that fits.

They're hosting an international
art auction, so there's loot.

Back of the place lets out
on to the Miami River.

Easy water getaway
if you've got mini O2 tanks.

How do hydraulic cutters fit in?

You ever seen those steel crates
they ship priceless paintings in?

You couldn't use torches
on those without burning the paintings.

I'm telling you, Mike, it's gotta be this one.
It's gotta be the Hotel Milano.

Best part is, flower mart
is not delivering till next week.

- We're off the clock.
- That's right.

You get those cutters
into Lynch's hands tomorrow...

we'll have plenty of time to make sure
he's walking into a bear trap.

Nice. Get it in the van.

Listen. I, uh, sprinkled a little extra
cash in there since you beat the clock.

- I aim to please. - You ever want to put in
some time with a real crew...

give me a call.

Just might do that.

- Call the retard. Make sure he's at work.
- I called him this morning.

Call him again!

- Fi, get Sam.
- What's going on?

Lynch is on the move.
We missed something.

I've checked.
They can't be headed to the flower mart.

- Then why would Lynch make sure Dougie's at work?
- Check again, Sam.

There's nothing worse than the feeling you get...

when you know you've made
a serious tactical mistake...

when you thought you had two days
to deal with a problem...

and you realize you may not
even have two hours.

Oh, damn it.
How did I miss that?

Because when you make mistakes
like that, people die.

- Miss what, Sam? - There's a pickup this
afternoon that's listed as Anderson.

I figured it was a guy named Anderson...

but it's gotta be Anderson Couriers-
an armored truck.

Today is Friday, so they're probably
doing end-of-the-week pickups.

This late in the day,
that truck's gonna be loaded with cash.

We gotta get to the flower mart.
Lynch's heist is going on right now.

When you make a mistake in the field...

the key is to focus
on solutions, not regrets.

Being sorry doesn't mean much
in combat situations.

You can't apologize to a corpse.

They're gonna hit the armored
truck in the loading bay.

They needed Dougie to let 'em in.

Mike, they got a guy on the roof.

They're gonna gas the loading bay.
It's sealed to keep the flowers fresh.

They'll kill everyone and then cut open
the truck with the Jaws of Life.

And they use the oxygen tanks
to breathe, the bastards.

- How much time do we have?
- Armored truck is due any minute.

Fi, can you make sure
that truck leaves in a hurry?

Sam, you take the guy on the roof.
I'll get Dougie out.

No, no, Mike. He knows me.
I'll get him out. Seriously, I got it.

Hey, big guy, just came by
to take a look at the flowers.

Um, the bank truck
is supposed to be here in a minute.

- I gotta go get the door.
- Oh, that's okay, pal.

We'll make sure to stay out of your way.

You know, the last thing you want to do
in Miami is fool with people's air-conditioning.

- Dougie- Hey, hey, Dougie-
- You can't be there.

- That's where the trucks come in. - I know, Doug.
I just gotta talk to you outside real quick.

Dougie, come on.
I gotta get you out ofhere right now.

Dougie, what the hell's going on?

- Dougie, what the hell are you doing?
- Mr. Lynch, what are you-

Dougie, go! Run!

I said get out of here!

Keep going, Dougie!

Go on! Go, go, go!

Get in the car, Dougie!

Go!

Hello?

Tyler, the doors are locked!
You got to get us out of here now!

Sorry. Tyler can't talk right now.

But, hey, the cops are on their way,
and I hope that they can get in there...

before your oxygen tanks run out.

The gas! Get the masks! Get the masks!

Whoever you are, you are dead.
Do you hear me? You are dead!

Good luck.

I don't know how many times I have to
get shot before I start listening to you.

Hopefully this one did the trick.

- It was for a good cause anyway.
- Dougie's safe.

- Lynch and his crew are going away for
a long time. - Thank you.

When we were kids...

no one was meaner to Dougie than me.

I wouldn't even let him hang around me.

One day, I-I ran into some trouble
in the neighborhood.

I was getting my ass kicked.
All of a sudden...

here comes big Dougie backing me up.

I asked him why later.

You know what he said?

"I love you, Raymond.

We're family."

Like it was just that simple.

A good diversion draws people's attention...

but doesn't make them run for their lives.

If you're using a parked vehicle...

that means you want smoke and fire
without the risk of an explosion.

Olive oil starts to smoke at 375 degrees.

Mix in the right amount of cheap motor oil
with a low flash point...

apply it to the inside of the exhaust pipe-

And you should have enough time
to walk away before the fun starts.

Just stand back. Stand back.

Anyone comes into the alley-

I know. Shoot 'em several times.
Can we get this over with?

Right.

In free climbing, the general rule...

is always to maintain at least two
points of contact with the surface.

Challenging climbs
always include a point...

where the only way to continue
is to make a leap...

from one point of support to the next.

For experienced climbers, it's a routine
technique with minimal risk-

unless, of course,
the handhold you'rejumping to...

is coated with a silicon-based lubricant.

Come on. We got to get out of here.

The department needs more people like you-
citizens who care.

One thing I've learned over the years-

No city can be truly safe
unless the people-

ordinary men and women- get involved.

Cops get the credit,
but you're the real heroes.

Well, you should meet my son, Michael.
He's always getting involved.

Maybe someday you can introduce us.

- Oh, he'd enjoy meet-
- Thank you. Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

I thought you couldn't come.

Yeah. I was able to break free.

Oh. Anybody get hurt?

Oh.

- Is it over now?
- Not yet.

You know what?

- Let's get you out of here.
- What about your award, Ma?

Oh, they can mail it to me.

- You can take your tie off now, Michael.
- Thank you.

Glad you could make lunch
after such a busy morning.

I heard drinking whiskey
before dinner was a sign of weakness.

Indulge me, out of respect for Claude.

- Dalmore was his favorite.
- "Was" his favorite?

Unfortunately, our comrade
didn't survive his injuries.

- He broke his ankle.
- There were complications.

Luckily, we still have each other.

You wanted to work alone? Bully.

The acquisition of those documents
is now solely your responsibility.

You know, I feel like we've moved on...

to a new level of trust.

Maybe now you can tell me
where this relationship is headed.

If Claude's failure teaches us anything,
it's that we must live in the moment.

I suggest you honor his memory
by completing his mission.

Consider it...

a reason for living, as it were.

To Claude.

And to living.

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