Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 7 - Shot in the Dark - full transcript
As Michael tries to gather intelligence on the "agent to the spies" who is offering him work, he comes to the aid of a teenage boy with a violent and abusive stepfather who is trying to take custody away from his mother.
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, 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-
- 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.
# It's my time
Are you ready #
Spies aren't much into nightclubs.
In a career where hearing loss is a serious
operational concern...
and crowds of strangers
have to be constantly monitored...
theyjust don't seem like much fun.
I'm just saying you live above the club.
Aren't you curious?
You can hear the music through the floor.
Sam's got beer in the fridge. Knock yourself out.
- We're just back there.
- It's not the same when no one's watching.
Hi.
Uh, the line to the club's out there.
I'm here for you.
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me.
This is for you.
It's rejuvenating body lotion.
A gift from a friend.
I can apply it if you'd like.
That won't be necessary.
Who's this friend
giving you rejuvenating body lotion?
He's not a friend. He's a recruiter.
Oh, Strickler.
I can apply it if you want.
Training a covert operative...
takes years and costs a lot of money.
In theory,
it's all for the taxpayers who paid the bills.
In practice,
it's worth a lot on the open market.
And when something's that valuable...
there's always someone trying to sell it.
Oh. You didn't like the lotion.
It's organic. The best money can buy.
You know, I'm all set with lotion right now.
It's like I told you before.
- I'm not interested in your money.
- This isn't about money.
Did you even look at the lotion?
It's 40% aloe vera. They say it's great for burns.
Want a mimosa?
So, uh, it's all about the burn notice with you,
isn't it?
- Well, I might be able to help out with that.
- How's that? With moisturizer?
Remember that N.S.A. Logistics guy...
got caught up in the Panamanian
banking scandal a couple years back?
- Rings a bell.
- It should have ended his career.
But he had a second chance,
'cause of a conversation he had...
with the right person on a ski lift in Aspen.
I know, 'cause I was there.
If we were working together,
I'd be there for you too.
As your mercenary? No, I'm not interested.
As a friend.
Friends do each other favors.
Listen, Michael. We all know
what's at the top of your Christmas list.
Work with me,
I can deliver that list to Santa himself.
Spies hate drop-in visits.
Any questionable contact
has to be reported to superiors...
a process that involves hours of paperwork
and uncomfortable questions.
If you're a questionable contact,
that gives you some leverage.
If you know where a spy operates-
even a guy running a lowly
import-export cover business-
- Diego.
- you can make someone's life miserable.
- What are you doing here?
- What? I can't just drop by...
and say hi to my favorite "point of contact"?
I thought it was clear last time we spoke...
if anyone from the intelligence community
has anything to share, I'll call you.
I know, I know, I know. I need a favor.
- I'm already doing you a favor
by not calling the police.
- Another favor then.
There's a name I need you to check out.
Tom Strickler.
He offered to help out
with this whole burn notice thing.
I need you to find out
if he's a guy who can make things happen.
Maybe you should google him.
- Or go find someone who cares.
- Oops.
See, now you have to care.
I let the local Homeland Security office...
know that I was dropping by
and leaving that document there.
I'll check in later.
You don't even know this Strickler.
What makes you think he has this kind of clout?
Well, that's what I need to figure out.
Could we talk about something else?
No. I'm cooking at my place.
I get to choose the topic of conversation.
You seriously think he's gonna
wave his magic spy wand and get you back in?
- It's a little more complicated than that, Fi.
- Well, in my experience...
if something seems too good to be true,
it's best to shoot it, just in case.
One way or another, I need to check him out.
If he's half as connected as he claims,
I need to know.
You're not actually considering his offer.
Michael, the guy is sleazier-
- Fi.
- Don't change the subject. I want to-
Were you expecting a guest?
If you want to stay alive...
you have to recognize the signs of a break-in.
The most skilled operative
in the world won't last long...
ifhe walks into an ambush
carrying a box of cereal.
When a target is cornered, the best strategy
is to flush them into a choke point...
where they have two options:
Surrender or be shot.
Drop it.
Of course,
if your target turns out to be 13 years old...
carrying a dismantled pistol,
it changes the tactical response somewhat.
Hey. Hey. All right.
Whoa, whoa. Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Look, man. I'm sorry.
I was just gonna borrow it. I swear.
You borrow a cup of sugar. You don't borrow a gun.
Sorry. I'm gonna have to call your parents.
- You don't understand, man. I have to-
- You have to what?
- Look. Just-Just let me go, man.
- I will, when you answer me.
L- I have to kill my stepdad.
You're gonna have to
tell us your mom's name at some point...
- unless you plan on living here.
- I don't recommend it.
I can only cook a few things...
and the air-conditioning's iffy.
Tell you what.
Why don't we start with what's going on.
Look. You wouldn't understand.
You want to shoot your stepdad.
I'm guessing he did
more than make you go to bed early.
He's trying to take me and my brother
away from our mother...
and nobody's helping.
You know, she's done everything she could.
I saw her taking gun oil and cleaning stuff
out of her car. I figured she had a gun.
You thought you'd take care
of the problem yourself.
Even if you could reassemble a Colt M1911
and fire it, what happens after you shoot him?
Did you have a plan to dispose of the body?
You're not thinking.
Fi. I'll make you a deal.
You tell us who your mom is,
and we'll see if we can help you.
All right?
So, Mikey...
we're doing domestic disputes now?
Is that a good idea? I mean...
isn't this more of, like, a counselor type thing?
This sounds a little more serious.
Yeah, but aren't you
supposed to be checking out this Strickler guy?
- You got bigger fish to fry.
- I told the kid I would help.
- You want to sit this one out, you can.
- No. No, no. I get it.
Little kid, abusive dad. Kind of hits home.
So I'll give you that one.
But when the time comes to
rescue a bunch of rich women...
trapped in a brewery, you better step up.
So she's in there with Fiona?
Yeah. The idea was that she'd feel
more comfortable talking to a woman.
I'm not sure if Fi counts, Mike.
I appreciate the offer,
but there's nothing you can do.
The custody hearing's in a week.
Erik's taking the son we had together, Danny,
and Joey, too, to punish me for leaving.
- Why do you think he'll get custody?
- 'Cause Erik's connected.
- What does he do?
- He's a businessman.
He's into politics too. Boards, commissions.
Mostly around the Port of Miami.
That all there is to it?
Well, his brother Quinn's a gangster.
Smuggling mostly.
The only reason Erik married me and had Danny...
was because Quinn wanted him
to look more respectable.
And then a few months after we were married,
he turned violent.
Didn't you call the police?
Yeah. A few times. So he-he got smarter...
about how he did things,
and he- he stopped leaving marks.
But when he started on the kids, I left.
And I have spent every dime I have
fighting for custody.
And...
I guess Joey tried to help.
I'm sorry. L-I think that-
I think I'm wasting your time.
Where can we find him?
Seriously, what can you do that the police can't?
You'd be surprised.
So, Mikey, I asked around.
Stuffed shirt over there is Erik Luna.
He's on every local political board
with an extra chair.
He's a big deal down at the docks.
I guess he even owns part of this golf club.
He's a sorry excuse for a man,
but he's got a lot of friends.
- Nice shot.
- Whoo!
- I like that.
- How about that?
- How about that?
- Good job, Erik.
The guy that worries me, though- he's at the bar.
Gray suit. That's his brother Quinn.
He built this little empire. He does all
the heavy lifting. But none of it means anything...
without Erik's pretty face and clean record.
So, he's a little protective.
- The guy behind the guy.
- You got it.
Cheers.
Mike, I don't know. This is a tough one.
Between Erik's connections and Quinn's muscle,
these guys are damn near untouchable.
We'll have to drive his
happy little family apart.
- You up for it?
- Absolutely.
He's smackin' his wife and kids around.
I'll plant a five iron
in his freakin' skull if it'll help.
Is it really okay staying with you?
- It's just so sudden.
- It's more than okay.
Honest. I heard the situation, and I insisted.
And don't you feel bad. All right?
You are doing what's necessary for your family.
Trust me, honey. I've been there.
It just seems so crazy.
I mean, do you really think they can do anything?
For two little boys
who are being knocked around by their father...
Michael would take on the Chinese army, honey.
- April.
- Let's go, kids.
Michael and Sam checked out Erik and his brother.
Did he and Quinn have any issues?
Something they disagreed about? Something
he hid? Anything we can use to drive them apart.
Well, there were things, but-
April, if we're gonna solve your problem,
you need to work with us.
Okay. Erik has a side business,
and when I found out, he was furious.
- He said he'd kill me if I told his brother.
- Good. We can use this.
There aren't any records.
If you go to the police...
- he's just gonna get-
- It's not for the police.
We need to give Erik a good reason to skip town
and miss the custody hearing.
But we need to keep Quinn on the sidelines.
Erik'll never know. Just tell me about the business.
Well, I gotta say.
Erik Luna's got a nice little scam going.
The best that I can tell,
he takes stuff that gets seized at the docks...
sells it and pockets the profits.
Luxury cars mostly. He pulls them from holding
before they get processed...
so there's no paper trail,
and, of course, every transaction is anonymous.
So if I showed up as an unsatisfied customer-
- Oh, he'd never know the difference. Hey, Joey.
- Uh, can I talk to you?
- Sure.
- Uh, Mike...
I'm gonna go put together
a name and a game for ya.
So, what are you doing?
I'm turning a cell phone into a listening device
so I can keep tabs on your stepdad.
How do you learn to do this stuff?
Uh, a sort of... special school.
Hard to explain.
You want to give me a hand?
- Sure.
- You see that- See that wire?
I want you to take these and hold it...
- right there.
- All righty.
L- I think my mom is starting
to get her hopes up.
Don't worry.
We're not gonna let her down.
So you really think you can make this guy run?
I know I can. It's gonna be my pleasure.
When you're undercover,
you often fight your emotions.
- If the operation demands
you be a target's best friend-
- Excuse me. Sir.
You do it, no matter what you're feeling.
Excuse me. Sir.
But there are times
emotions can help sell a cover I.D.
Lfhitting a guy reinforces your cover-
- Can I help you?
- you give it all you got.
Erik Luna, you are a hard man to find.
You know that?
- Who the hell are you?
- I bought a car from you-
a car which nearly got me killed.
Is everything okay, Mr. Luna?
Yes. I'm fine.
You want to try knocking next time?
Just-Just close the door.
- What are you talking about? Who are you?
- The name's Peter.
I bought a Lotus from you a while back.
One day, it disappears...
replaced by a note which informed me
that I'm a dead man.
I go home, my house is torched.
Next day, I'm nearly killed in a drive-by...
all of which made me curious
to know where the hell did you get that car from?
That was an anonymous sale.
You're not even supposed to be here.
Let's just say I was motivated to find you.
Well, that was a mistake. You need to leave.
I'm trying to stay a step ahead of a death squad.
- I need my money back.
- Even if I wanted to give you that money...
you think I carry that kind of cash around?
Didn't anyone ever tell you
the customer is always right?
You've got one day. And you better watch out...
because if they're after me,
you can be damn sure they're after you.
I got a call from Erik this morning,
and he was yelling.
It's natural for him to be upset.
He has a problem.
For once, he can't run to his big brother.
Do you really think he's gonna leave town
before the custody hearing?
Oh, he will, 'cause ifhe doesn't,
I'm gonna take a claw hammer to his-
Um, yes. I think he'll leave.
It's just that on the phone,
he-he sounded more angry than scared.
Well, that's about to change.
99% of controlling someone's behavior...
is controlling their environment.
All the conversations
in the world won't have the same impact...
as turning off the right light at the right time.
If you want to kill a streetlight
without the mess and inconvenience...
ofbreaking into the pole with a cutting torch...
you need to access the circuit breaker.
Connect lines from the breakers
to an exposed cell phone wire...
and with a quick call,
you can short the circuits.
A similar trick
can be used to temporarily disable a car.
It doesn't take much
to trip a few electronic safety mechanisms...
and make a vehicle impossible to start.
If you want to make sure
you're the only one making calls...
a hundred-dollar cell phonejammer
will block all signals in a one-block radius.
You have no idea how painful it was to be
under that car and not wire it to explode.
If Erik's car blows up a week
before his custody hearing...
there'll be a lot of eyes on April.
- We need him running, not bleeding.
- Well, technically...
you can run and bleed.
Hey, gang.
We got firearms, and we got snacks.
When you want to
create fear, it's best to keep it simple.
The same things people are afraid of as kids...
scare them when they're adults.
Fear of the dark, for example.
Fear ofbeing alone.
What the hell?
And above all, fear of the unknown.
Okay. I'm gonna go collect the toys.
Yeah. This is Pete.
It's Erik Luna. We need to talk.
Damn right we do.
#Yeah #
No, no, no, no, no. That bitch can get the kids
one weekend a month and one holiday a year.
- That's it. I don't ca-
- Here you go, sir.
You're the lawyer. Just figure it out.
If she doesn't sign, she'll never see those brats.
I got enough stuff to deal with.
Just do the paperwork and force it down her throat.
You got my money?
- No. I, uh-
- What did I say? Was I unclear?
- Hey. Whoever tried to kill you came after me too.
- Didn't I tell you?
- Now stop playing games.
I need my money to get out of town.
- Look. Pete.
I can't give you the money.
But I am gonna help you.
We're gonna help each other.
We're gonna find out who did this.
Are you crazy? Find him how?
We take what you know, we put it with
what I know, and we track him down.
There is no "we. " You want to stay,
you want to die, fine. I'm out of here.
Hey. Wait. No, no. You can't go anywhere.
Look. I had no problem till you showed up.
I showed up because you sold me a car
that belonged to a psychopath.
That's my point, okay? We are in this together.
- We'll fix this together.
- We will fix this when we disappear.
We're not running.
No. L-I got stuff to answer to here.
I got a life here.
You'll get your money
when we figure out the problem.
Hey, Mikey. How'd it go?
He's scared but not ready to run yet.
He wants to team up, see who's after him.
Well, I guess we're gonna
have to make him regret that decision.
Yeah, we'll let him stew for the night.
I want to see what
Diego's doing with the name Tom Strickler.
Oh, yeah. Listen. By the way, I got ahold of
my buddy who works for the phone company.
He's gonna pull his cherry picker
in front of the hangar and take a two-hour lunch.
That's all I need.
And that's all I need.
With today's powerful encryption...
it's usually a waste of time trying to
decipher coded communication.
Tap the data stream of even a low-level spy...
- and you'rejust going to get
incomprehensible garbage.
Just because it's garbage,
doesn't mean it's worthless though.
A network analyzer can tell you...
how much information someone's accessing
and how encoded it is.
If someone starts using heavy-duty crypto...
and changing their security protocol...
you know you've touched a nerve.
And sometimes that's enough
to tell you what you need to know.
Yeah, Pete. It's Erik.
They're here.
They're outside my office.
What are you talking about? Who's there?
I saw the same blue car drive by the club,
like, three times.
- I think it's the people who took a shot at me.
- Blue car?
- What kind?
- I don't know. Like a-
- a Plymouth or a Chevy or something.
- You stay inside.
You stay there.
You don't move until I get there.
Michael, I was just gonna call you.
Erik attacked April at work.
- Mom, where's Joey?
- Joey?
Uh, he-he went out back.
He's very upset, Michael.
Look out into the garage.
Did he take your car? I need to know right now.
It's gone.
What? You thinkJoey took the car?
Let's hope that's all he took.
Put it down. Put it down.
Stop right there and back up. Back up.
- This is a mistake.
- The mistake was letting you help, okay?
You only made it worse.
Erik went after your mother because he's scared.
What we're doing is working.
You just need to give it a little more time.
Look. We don't have time.
- Joey.
- Before my dad died...
he made me promise that I would protect
my mother, and I'm not gonna let him down.
- This is not what he meant.
- You didn't know my father!
No, but I know that shotgun.
You know it's just loaded with bird shot?
It's got a range of about 14 feet.
The only damage you're gonna do
to Erik from here-make his ears hurt.
And you see that plug right there?
That means it can only get off two shots at a time.
Let go!
You see your mom hurt,
and you want to help. I get it. Joey.
But not like this.
Listen to me. Right now...
Erik Luna is sitting in that parking lot,
about to wet himself.
Do you want to help me put him over the edge?
All right. Get back in my mom's car
and drive out of here as fast as you can.
Burn some rubber. Make some noise. And then
I want you to meet me over on Fifth Street.
- Can you do that?
- Yeah.
Hey. Don't get caught. All right?
I don't want to have to explain
why I let a 13-year-old drive a car. Now go.
Did you see it? They just came-
You idiot.
Running around here with that hand cannon.
- You scared 'em off. That was our one chance.
- I can't take this anymore.
- It's too much.
- I'm with you. Let's get out of town
until it blows over.
- That's not an option.
- That is the only option.
- No. I'll get us some help.
- What? You're gonna go to your brother?
- What? No. What, are you crazy?
I'm not asking him.
He is not getting involved. I'll-I'll ask around.
What, are you gonna ask
some knucklehead off the street to fix this? No.
If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right.
I know some people.
Oh, man! That's Quinn's car.
Uh, I gotta go.
I don't care the cost. Make the call.
Hey. Move over.
- You okay?
- Yeah. I'm fine.
Look. I'm sorry. L- I just got-
We'll talk about it later.
- Wait. Who are you calling?
- Remember that bug that you helped me make?
Well, now we're gonna do some listening.
- Quinn, let me- let me just explain.
- Councilman Ryan's wife...
saw you run through the parking lot with a gun.
And this guy is itching
for any excuse to back out of our deal.
And you do something so stupid-
Let me just tell you what really happened.
I was taking the gun to my car.
It slipped, okay? L-I-I- I picked it up.
- Erik, are you using again?
- What? No.
God, no.
We got a good thing going here.
- Yeah.
- Right.
I don't mind doing the dirty work...
while you golf with your fancy
little friends...
as long as you keep your nose clean.
You fall apart, Erik, and I swear to God-
No, Quinn. Just- I swear.
I'm fine.
Really?
You better be.
'Cause if you're not-
Get yourself cleaned up.
Get the door.
And, Erik, no more episodes.
That's awesome. He's totally freaking out.
I told you it was gonna work.
But you gotta promise me, from now on...
you will stay at my mom's until we're done.
L- I promise.
When you push someone
to the point of desperation...
there's always a chance
they'll go looking for help...
which could be a problem...
unless you're the one providing the help.
Mr. Carson?
And you are, uh, Mr. Luna?
Yeah. Who are you?
Peace of mind, Mr. Luna.
That's what you're looking for, isn't it?
We need this done as quickly as possible.
- So you think you can find this guy?
- I'm sure we can.
Mr. Carson filled us in on everything,
including yesterday's incident.
- Nothing we can't handle.
- So, uh, how much we talking?
Forty to start, 40 to finish.
What? That-That's crazy.
Fifty total. That's as high as I go.
Sweet dreams, gentlemen.
Wait. Wait. Fine.
I want to be there when you take him out.
- I want to see his face.
- Naturally. We'll be in touch when we find him.
You're negotiating?
What do you think, you're buying a used car?
If they walked away, what were you gonna do?
If this doesn't work, we got two options:
Run or die.
Oh, man. I thought that guy
was gonna blow the deal there.
- I was walking back to the car as slow as I could.
- It worked.
I made it clear. If the expert assassins fail,
he better head for the hills.
And fail we will. And I got a perfect spot
for it down in Hallandale.
Buddy of mine was a navy chaplain.
Then he started a homeless outreach program.
But he's in Guatemala now,
so we got the place free and clear.
Then let's finish this.
The sooner April and her boys...
don't have to worry about Luna, the better.
If you want the appearance of a gunshot...
without actually dying...
you need to create a high-powered burst ofblood.
A bottle cap packed with a bit of
plastique explosive does the trick nicely.
Rig a few remote charges
to create the sound of a firearm...
and you've got everything you need.
- Whoa.
- Looks like we're good to go.
Yes. Mr. Luna. I believe we've found the person
that's been trying to kill you.
- Morning.
- So, where is he?
He's in there. We scouted last night.
Looks like we got your shooter
plus two support guys.
- How'd you find him so fast?
- The car you sold...
to Mr. Carson could only have come
from two factories in Italy.
That led us to the name of the original buyer-
some guy named Chuck Finley,
if that means anything to you.
The blue car you saw-
stolen from this neighborhood a few days back.
And that place was rented a week ago,
in cash, by Mr. Chuck Finley.
I told you these guys were good.
So, we will hit them around the back,
through the alley. Easy peasy.
Getting a target to do what you want...
requires a delicate touch.
Sometimes you're a bully,
and sometimes you're a friend.
You two wait here.
You come in after to confirm the kill.
We'll all be at the beach before noon.
Don't look so nervous, boys.
They're sitting ducks in there.
It'll be over in seconds.
You have to know
when to give the target help and comfort...
and when to take it away.
Whoa!
Get back!
Where are they?
Where are they?
Run!
- Nice fall, Shakespeare.
- Oh, you should talk.
You look like you got shot by a bow and arrow.
You don't know what you're talking about.
A nine-mil at this range?
Guys, guys, guys,
the point is I'm pretty sure Erik...
is planning on missing his next custody hearing.
Let's clean up and get out of here.
When you work as a spy,
follow-through is crucial.
- Even the best-executed plan can fall apart.
- Damn it, zip!
You don't score if you spike the ball
before you're in the end zone.
- Quinn.
- What are you doing?
I have to go. Someone's trying to kill me.
- I have to get out of town.
- What? Who?
I don't know. I don't know.
I've never seen him. I can't stop him.
What are you talking about?
You're not leaving town.
- You don't understand.
- I understand you're acting like a lunatic.
- What makes you think
that somebody's trying to kill you?
- I don't think. I know!
Hey, hey. Our business depends on you.
You don't get to leave town.
- But I saw three people killed this morning!
- Three people?
- Where?
- In Hallandale.
Listen to me! Now, you pull it together.
We're gonna get my guys down here...
and we're gonna find out
what the hell you are talkin' about.
- All right?
- Okay.
- What's up, Sam?
- We got a problem.
Quinn got to Erik before he could run.
They're headed back to Hallandale.
- Not good.
- I know. We gotta do something now.
Hang on, Fi.
How much time do we have?
With drive time, about a half an hour.
Why? What are you thinking? Got an idea?
Remember Moscow, '99, Colonel Prokov,
the one with the drinking problem?
Wait. You want to pull that here?
Mike, that took, like, weeks of prep.
To do that in a half an hour-
Not much choice, Sam.
When a plan goes wrong,
you have two basic options.
The first is to accept failure
and abort the mission.
That works best when you have the resources
and time to remove personnel from the field.
When you don't have resources and time,
you're left with option two:
Get back in there
and salvage the situation any way you can.
I'm all for a gunfight, Michael,
but this could be suicide.
She's right, Mike. If it doesn't work...
you're gonna be here alone
with Quinn's guys and all their guns.
Guess it'll have to work then.
There's a long tradition in spy craft...
of making enemy assets appear unreliable.
Make a loyal operative look like a traitor,
for example...
and if you're lucky,
your enemies take him out for you.
Better than making an enemy look disloyal
is making him look insane.
It takes some doing, but when you pull it off...
it's more devastating than a bullet.
They were right there.
There's nothing here, Quinn.
No blood. No shells. Nothin'.
- Are you sure this is the spot?
- They must have moved the bodies.
- Moved the bodies and cleaned up the blood?
- It's like before the drive-by.
- Drive-by?
- Yeah, yeah. At the club. They-They-
They turned off all the lights,
and then my phone wouldn't work...
the car doesn't start,
then everything goes right back on.
All right.
I wanted to tell you, Quinn, but I couldn't.
You gotta believe me!
- You're making it real hard, Erik.
- They're here. They're here!
They're right up the block.
Show me.
They're, uh, uh, right in there.
No, we, uh-we shouldn't.
What if they're in there?
If they're in there, we'll be fine.
May I help you?
You. I saw- I saw-
I saw you die.
Oh, no. Erik, has it gotten worse?
Wait. You know my brother?
You must be Quinn. He's talked about you.
I'm Father Peter, Our Lady of Grace Charity.
No, no. That's- Quinn, that-that's not-
- That's Pete, but he's one of them.
- Shut up for a second.
- I saw him killed!
- I do outreach for the homeless.
I saw Erik on the street
one night in a- in a daze.
- I tried to help him-
- No, he's lying, Quinn.
I said shut your mouth!
Don't be too hard on him.
Has he been talking about the killers?
You-You said there were killers.
He sees assassins everywhere...
and now he claims...
to be hiring killers
of his own to go after the other killers.
- I've tried to help him.
- You're a liar!
- Get off!
- It's all right, Erik.
Your mind is sick. I know your pain.
- You're gonna get me killed!
- Enough! Get off! Get him out!
- You're gonna get me killed.
- Outside. Outside!
It's not Erik's fault. He needs help and care.
He's lying to you, Quinn. Come on! You-You-You-
- Enough!
- Come on! You gotta believe me! I'm not-
That's him!
- He's one of the killers too!
- Him?
- They're in this together!
- That guy?
- He sells pineapple, Erik.
- She's one of them too! Look!
She's one of them.
Please. Come on. Just tell them. Please!
- Will you tell them, please?
- Get up. Get up.
- No.
- Get him in the car now!
- Now!
- I'm not goin' in the car. No.
I am so sorry.
He's lucky to have you for a brother.
He- He just winked! He-
- Inside!
- You're not a priest!
It's official.
With Erik locked up in a mental facility...
the judge had to give me full custody.
We're gonna stay with my cousin for a few months
until we can get back on track.
Well, this might help.
It was Erik's. $40,000.
L- I don't know how to thank you.
You saved our lives.
Gonna be all right?
L- I don't know. I guess.
Think my mom thinks
I'm some sort of delinquent.
I knew a kid once
who had it rough growing up-
almost as bad as you.
What happened to him?
He got a job doing a lot of the same stuff...
that got him into trouble when he was a kid.
He, uh- He turned out all right.
So you're saying I should eat a lot of yogurt?
Can't hurt.
Well, it sounds like losing Erik
put a big dent in Quinn Luna's business.
The cops are looking into him.
- Better than he deserves.
- Mmm.
Mike, you've been quiet all day.
Want a beer? Mike? Beer?
Come on. It's low calorie,
if that makes a difference.
- What? I'm watching my weight.
- I should go.
I need to follow up on that Strickler business.
Want some company?
No, it's just this in and out thing.
I'll be fine.
Have fun.
Looks like he won't be needing this.
Put it down. You know, Michael...
spying on a government employee
with top secret clearance...
is a serious crime.
If asking nicely worked,
I wouldn't have to. So...
find out anything about Strickler?
Care to share?
Thanks to you dropping that name,
I've spent the last four days...
dealing with reporting procedures...
for six different U.S. Intelligence outfits,
including one I didn't know existed.
That's in between the calls, e-mails, meetings.
Wow. Find out anything good?
One more question and you go from being
the burned spy I hate...
to the anonymous burglar I shot.
I've got a career to think about here.
I just needed to know how connected Strickler is.
I'm pretty sure
you just answered my question.
You know your champagnes, Michael?
Bollinger blanc de noir.
It's my "new friend" champagne.
Don't pop the cork just yet.
Okay. Well, we both know
you checked my references...
and we both know that I have the access you need.
Really, the only question is
whether we can figure out...
a mutually beneficial relationship.
I help you, you help me. So, what do you say
we make this a take it or leave it moment?
- I'm not sure what I'd be taking.
- Ajob, for starters.
You're perfect for it.
Say yes, and I start the ball rolling today...
and you're on your way back
to being a respectable citizen again.
Say no, you never hear from me again.
- What's the job?
- I can't give you the details just yet...
but it won't offend your sensibilities.
Trust me.
So? In or out?
As a spy...
you often have to do things you don't like
for people you don't trust.
You don't always get to choose
who you do business with.
When the devil himself
is offering the thing you want most...
sometimes you dance with the devil.
I'm in.
English - US - SDH
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, 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-
- 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.
# It's my time
Are you ready #
Spies aren't much into nightclubs.
In a career where hearing loss is a serious
operational concern...
and crowds of strangers
have to be constantly monitored...
theyjust don't seem like much fun.
I'm just saying you live above the club.
Aren't you curious?
You can hear the music through the floor.
Sam's got beer in the fridge. Knock yourself out.
- We're just back there.
- It's not the same when no one's watching.
Hi.
Uh, the line to the club's out there.
I'm here for you.
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me.
This is for you.
It's rejuvenating body lotion.
A gift from a friend.
I can apply it if you'd like.
That won't be necessary.
Who's this friend
giving you rejuvenating body lotion?
He's not a friend. He's a recruiter.
Oh, Strickler.
I can apply it if you want.
Training a covert operative...
takes years and costs a lot of money.
In theory,
it's all for the taxpayers who paid the bills.
In practice,
it's worth a lot on the open market.
And when something's that valuable...
there's always someone trying to sell it.
Oh. You didn't like the lotion.
It's organic. The best money can buy.
You know, I'm all set with lotion right now.
It's like I told you before.
- I'm not interested in your money.
- This isn't about money.
Did you even look at the lotion?
It's 40% aloe vera. They say it's great for burns.
Want a mimosa?
So, uh, it's all about the burn notice with you,
isn't it?
- Well, I might be able to help out with that.
- How's that? With moisturizer?
Remember that N.S.A. Logistics guy...
got caught up in the Panamanian
banking scandal a couple years back?
- Rings a bell.
- It should have ended his career.
But he had a second chance,
'cause of a conversation he had...
with the right person on a ski lift in Aspen.
I know, 'cause I was there.
If we were working together,
I'd be there for you too.
As your mercenary? No, I'm not interested.
As a friend.
Friends do each other favors.
Listen, Michael. We all know
what's at the top of your Christmas list.
Work with me,
I can deliver that list to Santa himself.
Spies hate drop-in visits.
Any questionable contact
has to be reported to superiors...
a process that involves hours of paperwork
and uncomfortable questions.
If you're a questionable contact,
that gives you some leverage.
If you know where a spy operates-
even a guy running a lowly
import-export cover business-
- Diego.
- you can make someone's life miserable.
- What are you doing here?
- What? I can't just drop by...
and say hi to my favorite "point of contact"?
I thought it was clear last time we spoke...
if anyone from the intelligence community
has anything to share, I'll call you.
I know, I know, I know. I need a favor.
- I'm already doing you a favor
by not calling the police.
- Another favor then.
There's a name I need you to check out.
Tom Strickler.
He offered to help out
with this whole burn notice thing.
I need you to find out
if he's a guy who can make things happen.
Maybe you should google him.
- Or go find someone who cares.
- Oops.
See, now you have to care.
I let the local Homeland Security office...
know that I was dropping by
and leaving that document there.
I'll check in later.
You don't even know this Strickler.
What makes you think he has this kind of clout?
Well, that's what I need to figure out.
Could we talk about something else?
No. I'm cooking at my place.
I get to choose the topic of conversation.
You seriously think he's gonna
wave his magic spy wand and get you back in?
- It's a little more complicated than that, Fi.
- Well, in my experience...
if something seems too good to be true,
it's best to shoot it, just in case.
One way or another, I need to check him out.
If he's half as connected as he claims,
I need to know.
You're not actually considering his offer.
Michael, the guy is sleazier-
- Fi.
- Don't change the subject. I want to-
Were you expecting a guest?
If you want to stay alive...
you have to recognize the signs of a break-in.
The most skilled operative
in the world won't last long...
ifhe walks into an ambush
carrying a box of cereal.
When a target is cornered, the best strategy
is to flush them into a choke point...
where they have two options:
Surrender or be shot.
Drop it.
Of course,
if your target turns out to be 13 years old...
carrying a dismantled pistol,
it changes the tactical response somewhat.
Hey. Hey. All right.
Whoa, whoa. Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Look, man. I'm sorry.
I was just gonna borrow it. I swear.
You borrow a cup of sugar. You don't borrow a gun.
Sorry. I'm gonna have to call your parents.
- You don't understand, man. I have to-
- You have to what?
- Look. Just-Just let me go, man.
- I will, when you answer me.
L- I have to kill my stepdad.
You're gonna have to
tell us your mom's name at some point...
- unless you plan on living here.
- I don't recommend it.
I can only cook a few things...
and the air-conditioning's iffy.
Tell you what.
Why don't we start with what's going on.
Look. You wouldn't understand.
You want to shoot your stepdad.
I'm guessing he did
more than make you go to bed early.
He's trying to take me and my brother
away from our mother...
and nobody's helping.
You know, she's done everything she could.
I saw her taking gun oil and cleaning stuff
out of her car. I figured she had a gun.
You thought you'd take care
of the problem yourself.
Even if you could reassemble a Colt M1911
and fire it, what happens after you shoot him?
Did you have a plan to dispose of the body?
You're not thinking.
Fi. I'll make you a deal.
You tell us who your mom is,
and we'll see if we can help you.
All right?
So, Mikey...
we're doing domestic disputes now?
Is that a good idea? I mean...
isn't this more of, like, a counselor type thing?
This sounds a little more serious.
Yeah, but aren't you
supposed to be checking out this Strickler guy?
- You got bigger fish to fry.
- I told the kid I would help.
- You want to sit this one out, you can.
- No. No, no. I get it.
Little kid, abusive dad. Kind of hits home.
So I'll give you that one.
But when the time comes to
rescue a bunch of rich women...
trapped in a brewery, you better step up.
So she's in there with Fiona?
Yeah. The idea was that she'd feel
more comfortable talking to a woman.
I'm not sure if Fi counts, Mike.
I appreciate the offer,
but there's nothing you can do.
The custody hearing's in a week.
Erik's taking the son we had together, Danny,
and Joey, too, to punish me for leaving.
- Why do you think he'll get custody?
- 'Cause Erik's connected.
- What does he do?
- He's a businessman.
He's into politics too. Boards, commissions.
Mostly around the Port of Miami.
That all there is to it?
Well, his brother Quinn's a gangster.
Smuggling mostly.
The only reason Erik married me and had Danny...
was because Quinn wanted him
to look more respectable.
And then a few months after we were married,
he turned violent.
Didn't you call the police?
Yeah. A few times. So he-he got smarter...
about how he did things,
and he- he stopped leaving marks.
But when he started on the kids, I left.
And I have spent every dime I have
fighting for custody.
And...
I guess Joey tried to help.
I'm sorry. L-I think that-
I think I'm wasting your time.
Where can we find him?
Seriously, what can you do that the police can't?
You'd be surprised.
So, Mikey, I asked around.
Stuffed shirt over there is Erik Luna.
He's on every local political board
with an extra chair.
He's a big deal down at the docks.
I guess he even owns part of this golf club.
He's a sorry excuse for a man,
but he's got a lot of friends.
- Nice shot.
- Whoo!
- I like that.
- How about that?
- How about that?
- Good job, Erik.
The guy that worries me, though- he's at the bar.
Gray suit. That's his brother Quinn.
He built this little empire. He does all
the heavy lifting. But none of it means anything...
without Erik's pretty face and clean record.
So, he's a little protective.
- The guy behind the guy.
- You got it.
Cheers.
Mike, I don't know. This is a tough one.
Between Erik's connections and Quinn's muscle,
these guys are damn near untouchable.
We'll have to drive his
happy little family apart.
- You up for it?
- Absolutely.
He's smackin' his wife and kids around.
I'll plant a five iron
in his freakin' skull if it'll help.
Is it really okay staying with you?
- It's just so sudden.
- It's more than okay.
Honest. I heard the situation, and I insisted.
And don't you feel bad. All right?
You are doing what's necessary for your family.
Trust me, honey. I've been there.
It just seems so crazy.
I mean, do you really think they can do anything?
For two little boys
who are being knocked around by their father...
Michael would take on the Chinese army, honey.
- April.
- Let's go, kids.
Michael and Sam checked out Erik and his brother.
Did he and Quinn have any issues?
Something they disagreed about? Something
he hid? Anything we can use to drive them apart.
Well, there were things, but-
April, if we're gonna solve your problem,
you need to work with us.
Okay. Erik has a side business,
and when I found out, he was furious.
- He said he'd kill me if I told his brother.
- Good. We can use this.
There aren't any records.
If you go to the police...
- he's just gonna get-
- It's not for the police.
We need to give Erik a good reason to skip town
and miss the custody hearing.
But we need to keep Quinn on the sidelines.
Erik'll never know. Just tell me about the business.
Well, I gotta say.
Erik Luna's got a nice little scam going.
The best that I can tell,
he takes stuff that gets seized at the docks...
sells it and pockets the profits.
Luxury cars mostly. He pulls them from holding
before they get processed...
so there's no paper trail,
and, of course, every transaction is anonymous.
So if I showed up as an unsatisfied customer-
- Oh, he'd never know the difference. Hey, Joey.
- Uh, can I talk to you?
- Sure.
- Uh, Mike...
I'm gonna go put together
a name and a game for ya.
So, what are you doing?
I'm turning a cell phone into a listening device
so I can keep tabs on your stepdad.
How do you learn to do this stuff?
Uh, a sort of... special school.
Hard to explain.
You want to give me a hand?
- Sure.
- You see that- See that wire?
I want you to take these and hold it...
- right there.
- All righty.
L- I think my mom is starting
to get her hopes up.
Don't worry.
We're not gonna let her down.
So you really think you can make this guy run?
I know I can. It's gonna be my pleasure.
When you're undercover,
you often fight your emotions.
- If the operation demands
you be a target's best friend-
- Excuse me. Sir.
You do it, no matter what you're feeling.
Excuse me. Sir.
But there are times
emotions can help sell a cover I.D.
Lfhitting a guy reinforces your cover-
- Can I help you?
- you give it all you got.
Erik Luna, you are a hard man to find.
You know that?
- Who the hell are you?
- I bought a car from you-
a car which nearly got me killed.
Is everything okay, Mr. Luna?
Yes. I'm fine.
You want to try knocking next time?
Just-Just close the door.
- What are you talking about? Who are you?
- The name's Peter.
I bought a Lotus from you a while back.
One day, it disappears...
replaced by a note which informed me
that I'm a dead man.
I go home, my house is torched.
Next day, I'm nearly killed in a drive-by...
all of which made me curious
to know where the hell did you get that car from?
That was an anonymous sale.
You're not even supposed to be here.
Let's just say I was motivated to find you.
Well, that was a mistake. You need to leave.
I'm trying to stay a step ahead of a death squad.
- I need my money back.
- Even if I wanted to give you that money...
you think I carry that kind of cash around?
Didn't anyone ever tell you
the customer is always right?
You've got one day. And you better watch out...
because if they're after me,
you can be damn sure they're after you.
I got a call from Erik this morning,
and he was yelling.
It's natural for him to be upset.
He has a problem.
For once, he can't run to his big brother.
Do you really think he's gonna leave town
before the custody hearing?
Oh, he will, 'cause ifhe doesn't,
I'm gonna take a claw hammer to his-
Um, yes. I think he'll leave.
It's just that on the phone,
he-he sounded more angry than scared.
Well, that's about to change.
99% of controlling someone's behavior...
is controlling their environment.
All the conversations
in the world won't have the same impact...
as turning off the right light at the right time.
If you want to kill a streetlight
without the mess and inconvenience...
ofbreaking into the pole with a cutting torch...
you need to access the circuit breaker.
Connect lines from the breakers
to an exposed cell phone wire...
and with a quick call,
you can short the circuits.
A similar trick
can be used to temporarily disable a car.
It doesn't take much
to trip a few electronic safety mechanisms...
and make a vehicle impossible to start.
If you want to make sure
you're the only one making calls...
a hundred-dollar cell phonejammer
will block all signals in a one-block radius.
You have no idea how painful it was to be
under that car and not wire it to explode.
If Erik's car blows up a week
before his custody hearing...
there'll be a lot of eyes on April.
- We need him running, not bleeding.
- Well, technically...
you can run and bleed.
Hey, gang.
We got firearms, and we got snacks.
When you want to
create fear, it's best to keep it simple.
The same things people are afraid of as kids...
scare them when they're adults.
Fear of the dark, for example.
Fear ofbeing alone.
What the hell?
And above all, fear of the unknown.
Okay. I'm gonna go collect the toys.
Yeah. This is Pete.
It's Erik Luna. We need to talk.
Damn right we do.
#Yeah #
No, no, no, no, no. That bitch can get the kids
one weekend a month and one holiday a year.
- That's it. I don't ca-
- Here you go, sir.
You're the lawyer. Just figure it out.
If she doesn't sign, she'll never see those brats.
I got enough stuff to deal with.
Just do the paperwork and force it down her throat.
You got my money?
- No. I, uh-
- What did I say? Was I unclear?
- Hey. Whoever tried to kill you came after me too.
- Didn't I tell you?
- Now stop playing games.
I need my money to get out of town.
- Look. Pete.
I can't give you the money.
But I am gonna help you.
We're gonna help each other.
We're gonna find out who did this.
Are you crazy? Find him how?
We take what you know, we put it with
what I know, and we track him down.
There is no "we. " You want to stay,
you want to die, fine. I'm out of here.
Hey. Wait. No, no. You can't go anywhere.
Look. I had no problem till you showed up.
I showed up because you sold me a car
that belonged to a psychopath.
That's my point, okay? We are in this together.
- We'll fix this together.
- We will fix this when we disappear.
We're not running.
No. L-I got stuff to answer to here.
I got a life here.
You'll get your money
when we figure out the problem.
Hey, Mikey. How'd it go?
He's scared but not ready to run yet.
He wants to team up, see who's after him.
Well, I guess we're gonna
have to make him regret that decision.
Yeah, we'll let him stew for the night.
I want to see what
Diego's doing with the name Tom Strickler.
Oh, yeah. Listen. By the way, I got ahold of
my buddy who works for the phone company.
He's gonna pull his cherry picker
in front of the hangar and take a two-hour lunch.
That's all I need.
And that's all I need.
With today's powerful encryption...
it's usually a waste of time trying to
decipher coded communication.
Tap the data stream of even a low-level spy...
- and you'rejust going to get
incomprehensible garbage.
Just because it's garbage,
doesn't mean it's worthless though.
A network analyzer can tell you...
how much information someone's accessing
and how encoded it is.
If someone starts using heavy-duty crypto...
and changing their security protocol...
you know you've touched a nerve.
And sometimes that's enough
to tell you what you need to know.
Yeah, Pete. It's Erik.
They're here.
They're outside my office.
What are you talking about? Who's there?
I saw the same blue car drive by the club,
like, three times.
- I think it's the people who took a shot at me.
- Blue car?
- What kind?
- I don't know. Like a-
- a Plymouth or a Chevy or something.
- You stay inside.
You stay there.
You don't move until I get there.
Michael, I was just gonna call you.
Erik attacked April at work.
- Mom, where's Joey?
- Joey?
Uh, he-he went out back.
He's very upset, Michael.
Look out into the garage.
Did he take your car? I need to know right now.
It's gone.
What? You thinkJoey took the car?
Let's hope that's all he took.
Put it down. Put it down.
Stop right there and back up. Back up.
- This is a mistake.
- The mistake was letting you help, okay?
You only made it worse.
Erik went after your mother because he's scared.
What we're doing is working.
You just need to give it a little more time.
Look. We don't have time.
- Joey.
- Before my dad died...
he made me promise that I would protect
my mother, and I'm not gonna let him down.
- This is not what he meant.
- You didn't know my father!
No, but I know that shotgun.
You know it's just loaded with bird shot?
It's got a range of about 14 feet.
The only damage you're gonna do
to Erik from here-make his ears hurt.
And you see that plug right there?
That means it can only get off two shots at a time.
Let go!
You see your mom hurt,
and you want to help. I get it. Joey.
But not like this.
Listen to me. Right now...
Erik Luna is sitting in that parking lot,
about to wet himself.
Do you want to help me put him over the edge?
All right. Get back in my mom's car
and drive out of here as fast as you can.
Burn some rubber. Make some noise. And then
I want you to meet me over on Fifth Street.
- Can you do that?
- Yeah.
Hey. Don't get caught. All right?
I don't want to have to explain
why I let a 13-year-old drive a car. Now go.
Did you see it? They just came-
You idiot.
Running around here with that hand cannon.
- You scared 'em off. That was our one chance.
- I can't take this anymore.
- It's too much.
- I'm with you. Let's get out of town
until it blows over.
- That's not an option.
- That is the only option.
- No. I'll get us some help.
- What? You're gonna go to your brother?
- What? No. What, are you crazy?
I'm not asking him.
He is not getting involved. I'll-I'll ask around.
What, are you gonna ask
some knucklehead off the street to fix this? No.
If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right.
I know some people.
Oh, man! That's Quinn's car.
Uh, I gotta go.
I don't care the cost. Make the call.
Hey. Move over.
- You okay?
- Yeah. I'm fine.
Look. I'm sorry. L- I just got-
We'll talk about it later.
- Wait. Who are you calling?
- Remember that bug that you helped me make?
Well, now we're gonna do some listening.
- Quinn, let me- let me just explain.
- Councilman Ryan's wife...
saw you run through the parking lot with a gun.
And this guy is itching
for any excuse to back out of our deal.
And you do something so stupid-
Let me just tell you what really happened.
I was taking the gun to my car.
It slipped, okay? L-I-I- I picked it up.
- Erik, are you using again?
- What? No.
God, no.
We got a good thing going here.
- Yeah.
- Right.
I don't mind doing the dirty work...
while you golf with your fancy
little friends...
as long as you keep your nose clean.
You fall apart, Erik, and I swear to God-
No, Quinn. Just- I swear.
I'm fine.
Really?
You better be.
'Cause if you're not-
Get yourself cleaned up.
Get the door.
And, Erik, no more episodes.
That's awesome. He's totally freaking out.
I told you it was gonna work.
But you gotta promise me, from now on...
you will stay at my mom's until we're done.
L- I promise.
When you push someone
to the point of desperation...
there's always a chance
they'll go looking for help...
which could be a problem...
unless you're the one providing the help.
Mr. Carson?
And you are, uh, Mr. Luna?
Yeah. Who are you?
Peace of mind, Mr. Luna.
That's what you're looking for, isn't it?
We need this done as quickly as possible.
- So you think you can find this guy?
- I'm sure we can.
Mr. Carson filled us in on everything,
including yesterday's incident.
- Nothing we can't handle.
- So, uh, how much we talking?
Forty to start, 40 to finish.
What? That-That's crazy.
Fifty total. That's as high as I go.
Sweet dreams, gentlemen.
Wait. Wait. Fine.
I want to be there when you take him out.
- I want to see his face.
- Naturally. We'll be in touch when we find him.
You're negotiating?
What do you think, you're buying a used car?
If they walked away, what were you gonna do?
If this doesn't work, we got two options:
Run or die.
Oh, man. I thought that guy
was gonna blow the deal there.
- I was walking back to the car as slow as I could.
- It worked.
I made it clear. If the expert assassins fail,
he better head for the hills.
And fail we will. And I got a perfect spot
for it down in Hallandale.
Buddy of mine was a navy chaplain.
Then he started a homeless outreach program.
But he's in Guatemala now,
so we got the place free and clear.
Then let's finish this.
The sooner April and her boys...
don't have to worry about Luna, the better.
If you want the appearance of a gunshot...
without actually dying...
you need to create a high-powered burst ofblood.
A bottle cap packed with a bit of
plastique explosive does the trick nicely.
Rig a few remote charges
to create the sound of a firearm...
and you've got everything you need.
- Whoa.
- Looks like we're good to go.
Yes. Mr. Luna. I believe we've found the person
that's been trying to kill you.
- Morning.
- So, where is he?
He's in there. We scouted last night.
Looks like we got your shooter
plus two support guys.
- How'd you find him so fast?
- The car you sold...
to Mr. Carson could only have come
from two factories in Italy.
That led us to the name of the original buyer-
some guy named Chuck Finley,
if that means anything to you.
The blue car you saw-
stolen from this neighborhood a few days back.
And that place was rented a week ago,
in cash, by Mr. Chuck Finley.
I told you these guys were good.
So, we will hit them around the back,
through the alley. Easy peasy.
Getting a target to do what you want...
requires a delicate touch.
Sometimes you're a bully,
and sometimes you're a friend.
You two wait here.
You come in after to confirm the kill.
We'll all be at the beach before noon.
Don't look so nervous, boys.
They're sitting ducks in there.
It'll be over in seconds.
You have to know
when to give the target help and comfort...
and when to take it away.
Whoa!
Get back!
Where are they?
Where are they?
Run!
- Nice fall, Shakespeare.
- Oh, you should talk.
You look like you got shot by a bow and arrow.
You don't know what you're talking about.
A nine-mil at this range?
Guys, guys, guys,
the point is I'm pretty sure Erik...
is planning on missing his next custody hearing.
Let's clean up and get out of here.
When you work as a spy,
follow-through is crucial.
- Even the best-executed plan can fall apart.
- Damn it, zip!
You don't score if you spike the ball
before you're in the end zone.
- Quinn.
- What are you doing?
I have to go. Someone's trying to kill me.
- I have to get out of town.
- What? Who?
I don't know. I don't know.
I've never seen him. I can't stop him.
What are you talking about?
You're not leaving town.
- You don't understand.
- I understand you're acting like a lunatic.
- What makes you think
that somebody's trying to kill you?
- I don't think. I know!
Hey, hey. Our business depends on you.
You don't get to leave town.
- But I saw three people killed this morning!
- Three people?
- Where?
- In Hallandale.
Listen to me! Now, you pull it together.
We're gonna get my guys down here...
and we're gonna find out
what the hell you are talkin' about.
- All right?
- Okay.
- What's up, Sam?
- We got a problem.
Quinn got to Erik before he could run.
They're headed back to Hallandale.
- Not good.
- I know. We gotta do something now.
Hang on, Fi.
How much time do we have?
With drive time, about a half an hour.
Why? What are you thinking? Got an idea?
Remember Moscow, '99, Colonel Prokov,
the one with the drinking problem?
Wait. You want to pull that here?
Mike, that took, like, weeks of prep.
To do that in a half an hour-
Not much choice, Sam.
When a plan goes wrong,
you have two basic options.
The first is to accept failure
and abort the mission.
That works best when you have the resources
and time to remove personnel from the field.
When you don't have resources and time,
you're left with option two:
Get back in there
and salvage the situation any way you can.
I'm all for a gunfight, Michael,
but this could be suicide.
She's right, Mike. If it doesn't work...
you're gonna be here alone
with Quinn's guys and all their guns.
Guess it'll have to work then.
There's a long tradition in spy craft...
of making enemy assets appear unreliable.
Make a loyal operative look like a traitor,
for example...
and if you're lucky,
your enemies take him out for you.
Better than making an enemy look disloyal
is making him look insane.
It takes some doing, but when you pull it off...
it's more devastating than a bullet.
They were right there.
There's nothing here, Quinn.
No blood. No shells. Nothin'.
- Are you sure this is the spot?
- They must have moved the bodies.
- Moved the bodies and cleaned up the blood?
- It's like before the drive-by.
- Drive-by?
- Yeah, yeah. At the club. They-They-
They turned off all the lights,
and then my phone wouldn't work...
the car doesn't start,
then everything goes right back on.
All right.
I wanted to tell you, Quinn, but I couldn't.
You gotta believe me!
- You're making it real hard, Erik.
- They're here. They're here!
They're right up the block.
Show me.
They're, uh, uh, right in there.
No, we, uh-we shouldn't.
What if they're in there?
If they're in there, we'll be fine.
May I help you?
You. I saw- I saw-
I saw you die.
Oh, no. Erik, has it gotten worse?
Wait. You know my brother?
You must be Quinn. He's talked about you.
I'm Father Peter, Our Lady of Grace Charity.
No, no. That's- Quinn, that-that's not-
- That's Pete, but he's one of them.
- Shut up for a second.
- I saw him killed!
- I do outreach for the homeless.
I saw Erik on the street
one night in a- in a daze.
- I tried to help him-
- No, he's lying, Quinn.
I said shut your mouth!
Don't be too hard on him.
Has he been talking about the killers?
You-You said there were killers.
He sees assassins everywhere...
and now he claims...
to be hiring killers
of his own to go after the other killers.
- I've tried to help him.
- You're a liar!
- Get off!
- It's all right, Erik.
Your mind is sick. I know your pain.
- You're gonna get me killed!
- Enough! Get off! Get him out!
- You're gonna get me killed.
- Outside. Outside!
It's not Erik's fault. He needs help and care.
He's lying to you, Quinn. Come on! You-You-You-
- Enough!
- Come on! You gotta believe me! I'm not-
That's him!
- He's one of the killers too!
- Him?
- They're in this together!
- That guy?
- He sells pineapple, Erik.
- She's one of them too! Look!
She's one of them.
Please. Come on. Just tell them. Please!
- Will you tell them, please?
- Get up. Get up.
- No.
- Get him in the car now!
- Now!
- I'm not goin' in the car. No.
I am so sorry.
He's lucky to have you for a brother.
He- He just winked! He-
- Inside!
- You're not a priest!
It's official.
With Erik locked up in a mental facility...
the judge had to give me full custody.
We're gonna stay with my cousin for a few months
until we can get back on track.
Well, this might help.
It was Erik's. $40,000.
L- I don't know how to thank you.
You saved our lives.
Gonna be all right?
L- I don't know. I guess.
Think my mom thinks
I'm some sort of delinquent.
I knew a kid once
who had it rough growing up-
almost as bad as you.
What happened to him?
He got a job doing a lot of the same stuff...
that got him into trouble when he was a kid.
He, uh- He turned out all right.
So you're saying I should eat a lot of yogurt?
Can't hurt.
Well, it sounds like losing Erik
put a big dent in Quinn Luna's business.
The cops are looking into him.
- Better than he deserves.
- Mmm.
Mike, you've been quiet all day.
Want a beer? Mike? Beer?
Come on. It's low calorie,
if that makes a difference.
- What? I'm watching my weight.
- I should go.
I need to follow up on that Strickler business.
Want some company?
No, it's just this in and out thing.
I'll be fine.
Have fun.
Looks like he won't be needing this.
Put it down. You know, Michael...
spying on a government employee
with top secret clearance...
is a serious crime.
If asking nicely worked,
I wouldn't have to. So...
find out anything about Strickler?
Care to share?
Thanks to you dropping that name,
I've spent the last four days...
dealing with reporting procedures...
for six different U.S. Intelligence outfits,
including one I didn't know existed.
That's in between the calls, e-mails, meetings.
Wow. Find out anything good?
One more question and you go from being
the burned spy I hate...
to the anonymous burglar I shot.
I've got a career to think about here.
I just needed to know how connected Strickler is.
I'm pretty sure
you just answered my question.
You know your champagnes, Michael?
Bollinger blanc de noir.
It's my "new friend" champagne.
Don't pop the cork just yet.
Okay. Well, we both know
you checked my references...
and we both know that I have the access you need.
Really, the only question is
whether we can figure out...
a mutually beneficial relationship.
I help you, you help me. So, what do you say
we make this a take it or leave it moment?
- I'm not sure what I'd be taking.
- Ajob, for starters.
You're perfect for it.
Say yes, and I start the ball rolling today...
and you're on your way back
to being a respectable citizen again.
Say no, you never hear from me again.
- What's the job?
- I can't give you the details just yet...
but it won't offend your sensibilities.
Trust me.
So? In or out?
As a spy...
you often have to do things you don't like
for people you don't trust.
You don't always get to choose
who you do business with.
When the devil himself
is offering the thing you want most...
sometimes you dance with the devil.
I'm in.
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