Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 3 - Mind Games - 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.

Bottom line: A s long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

As a field operative...

some aspects of life
aren't part of your daily experience.

You may be familiar
with the mountains of Afghanistan...

or know how to break down
a.50-caliber machine gun...

but that expertise comes at the cost...

of certain normal activities
people take for granted...

keeping up with sports
teams, for example...

or details of lawn care...

Shh.

- Or dealing with babies.



You're sure it doesn't need
medical attention?

Its name is Charlie.

And your nephew's fine, Bro.
He just needs a little nap.

Oh, by the way, Mom, thank you so much
for the "welcome home" meat loaf.

It was really... It was thoroughly cooked.

And, uh, Ruth's gonna
be bummed she missed it.

Well, it's not every day
you can get a pedicure.

So, how's Fiona?

Mom told me you guys are...
living together?

- Yes, we are.
- It's moving fast.

At this rate, they should be married by 60.

Thanks for the food, Mom.
I'm gonna go fix the Charger.

Michael, is there gonna
be an end to this...

'cause I want my garage back.

Mom?

Could you just support his head?

His little neck muscles
are not really developed yet.

You may recall
that I've done this a couple of times.

Anything else?

No. That's it.

Hey, you know what I was thinking?

This would be an awesome project for us...

finally convert your
ride into a spy mobile.

We'd put a smoke-screen button right here
for high-speed pursuits.

You know what happens to smoke
at 60 miles an hour? It dissipates.

You doing all right, Bro?

Nate, why'd you move back to Miami?

See...
Why you gotta be like that?

It's important to me and Ruth
that Charlie grow up around family.

The same Ruth who skipped
the "welcome home" lunch for a pedicure?

You know Vegas
isn't the right kind of place for me.

And since Charlie's been born,
I've been trying to keep my nose clean.

- I've been going back to Gamblers Anonymous.
- Good for you.

Yeah. It is good for me.

But I-I was kind of hoping
that you and Mom...

could help me stay straight,
'cause, um, family helps, Bro.

You can help with the Charger.

- Thanks.
- It's good to have you home.

I should run.

Yeah? Super-secret spy meeting?

Super-secret.

Fi, uh, I thought
we were shopping for drapes.

- That store sells drapes.
- First things first.

- I'm buying you a paper shredder.
- Paper shredder?

You seem a little preoccupied lately.

I don't think it's healthy to keep files
on the people who ruined your life...

Vaughn, Carla, management.

They don't deserve a place in your head
or your file cabinet.

I don't think some old files
are the problem, Fi.

Well, let's get rid of them and see.
That part of your life is over.

- Michael?
- I think we're being tailed.

Man with the blue shopping bag.

- You sure?
- Not yet.

I clocked him in the parking lot
and the coffee place.

I don't think it's anything, Michael.

- Let's split up and see.
- Fine.

One of the toughest parts
of adjusting to civilian life...

after a major operation is the paranoia.

You can't turn it off.

If a shopper behind you is carrying a
suspicious package and avoiding eye contact...

they could be there to do you harm.

And if you're right about the threat...

the consequences could be serious.

What do you want? What do you want?

Daddy?

Of course, if you're wrong...

the consequences could be serious as well.

- Michael!
- I'm sorry. I thought I...

- What are you doing?
- I thought that...

- I'm sorry. My boyfriend is...
- Your boyfriend is a psycho, lady.

Come on, honey.

Post-operation paranoia
isn't something you can control.

It's with you always...

when you're working, when you're relaxing.

Even sleep is no escape.

There's nothing there.

You're dreaming again.

We took care of it.

Okay?

Hey, Mikey, how you doing? Got you a gift.

- You got me a gift?
- Yeah.

Let me tell ya.
You're a tough guy to shop for.

What do you get for the guy
who basically has... nothing?

Anyway, try that.

A gift certificate for a massage.

Best spa in Miami...
the Mist at the Darabont Hotel.

There's a five-month waiting list...

unless you have an in with the owner.

Sam's new girlfriend.

You have a new girlfriend.

Elsa and I don't use labels, Mike,
except "boy toy."

She calls me "boy toy."

Anyway, the spa is so relaxing...

they got to bring in a defibrillator
to wake you up when you're done.

- Might help you with your little...
- Hmm?

You told him, Fi?

That you're obsessing over
the people who burned you...

even though they're either dead or in jail?

- I might have mentioned it.
- We've always known you've been a little crazy...

but we just don't want
you going crazy-crazy.

Sam, I'm fine. It's just nightmares.

They're a little more than that. You attacked a
man who was about to pull a teddy bear on you.

I told you I spotted him three times.

I couldn't take the risk.
It was a mistake. I'm fine.

Uh, it's Nate.

He's picking me up
at the loft in 15 minutes.

Okay, Mike. Get yourself a massage.
Do yourself a favor.

Wow. So that went well.

Let's not worry about Mike. He's just Mike.

Not right now he isn't.

Two weeks living in Miami...

and you're already in trouble.

That's a record even for you.

It's not me. It's my friend.

Look, Bro, I just need a little backup.

Nate, I'm sorry.
I just can't deal with this right now.

Okay. Good. That's what
I'll tell my friend.

I'll say, " Oh, I am so sorry
that your life is in danger...

but it's just really not convenient
for my brother right now."

Whose life is in danger?

Jessica. I knew her husband
for a million years in Gamblers Anonymous.

He died of a heart attack last month.
He left her drowning in debt.

Let me guess. Loan shark problems.

Yeah. The dirtbag's name is Carter.

She's in mourning,
and the guy trashed her shop.

She's in fear for her life.
She thinks he's gonna kill her.

- Tell her to call the cops.
- I did.

They filed a report for property damage...

and then they told her,
"Call back if it gets serious."

Nate, I don't...

I'm just not up for this right now.

Listen, Bro.
I know you're going through some stuff.

But half of you is better
than all of most people.

Come on.

The day after Paul's funeral,
this guy, Carter, showed up.

He told me that my husband
owed him a ton of money.

I didn't even know
that Paul had been gambling again.

He was in the hole over 100 grand, Mike.

And now Carter wants to squeeze
the money out of you?

I gave him everything I could,
but it wasn't enough.

Somehow he found out about my dad's boat.

Her dad's charter fishing boat.
Of course without that, he's out of work.

Losing it will destroy him...

but it's the only thing
that my family owns that's worth anything.

I don't know what else to do.

Giving Carter the boat
won't solve your problem.

He'll just go after something else.

Which is why we have
to draw a line in the sand. All right?

We get a bat, right? Couple bats.

- Um, actually, no.
- And then...

No bats. Just don't give him the boat
just yet. I'll see what I can do.

You guys know I'm broke.
I can't afford to pay you anything...

unless you accept free yogurt.

Deal.

So what's our move?

This guy Carter, he hangs out at jai alai.
It's, uh, down on 37th.

- I was thinking we could do...
- After you drop me off, your move is going home.

- What?
- You have a two-month-old baby, Nate.

You shouldn't be hanging out around loan
sharks. Sam and I will check this guy out.

Gaming facilities provide
a natural habitat for loan sharks...

who are always hunting for gamblers
who need a quick buck at a bad rate.

As long as they don't turn on each other...

they're at the top of the food chain.

Mike, I thought we just talked
about you taking some time off.

We did.

But I couldn't very well
tell Nate's friend...

"Sorry your life's in danger,
but it's not convenient for me right now."

Well, this is basically
the opposite of a vacation.

Nate's friend isn't just dealing with a
street hustler here. Take a look at the guy.

Guy looks like he's made out of
scrap metal... that's Carter.

He's got a rep for squeezing people
until they're selling plasma.

Moving up the ranks pretty quick.
Guy's a real pit bull.

The one holding his leash?

Uh, that's the boss, Wallace.
He owns this place and Jessica's debt.

Suspected in a couple of murders.

I checked into 'em, Mike.
These guys are real pros.

Good. They'll be careful.

You got something in mind?

Convince 'em the boat they want
is mixed up in a police investigation.

If they're as smart as you say they are,
they'll back off and leave Jessica alone.

Nice. So you wanna swap
the papers on the boat.

You think one of your cop buddies
can hook us up...

with a fishing boat
the Miami P.D.'s already investigating?

Mike, what are the chances you're gonna forget
all this and use that spa gift certificate?

- Zero.
- I'm on it.

Come on, Vega! Quit dogging it!

Hoping to scare off that loan shark
with your shirt?

It's part of the Nate Westen collection.

- It won't get into my regular rotation, I promise.
- I should hope not.

- Are you sure you wanna do this?
- A woman's in real trouble.

It's better than me obsessing over...

the other thing.

Well, I'm glad we're on the same page.

I picked up that paper shredder we didn't
get a chance to buy the other day.

One press of the button,
and your past becomes your past.

All right. I'll take care of it tonight.

Right now...

Yeah. I have a business meeting.

Have a good day at work, honey.

Making an approach to a bad guy...

isn't always about seeming scary,
intimidating or even smart.

A certain kind of target
needs to feel superior.

So if getting the job done means letting
them be the dominant force in the room...

- Shop's closed!
- Everyone out! Now!

You step back and let them do exactly that.

You deaf, dumb or just looking to get hurt?

I'm looking to get paid, bro.

Yogurt lady's dead husband
owed me money too. The name's Trey.

Get in line. She don't give anybody
a nickel till I'm done with her.

She figured you'd say that.
And for a second there, I was nervous.

Two of us trying to collect,
and she's tapped out?

- It's like squeezing juice from a stone.
- You mean "blood."

No, no. Pretty sure it's "juice."

So she mentions you've been hassling her
about some boat.

- And ding, I have an idea.
- Not interested.

I know you're a busy man.
I'm just asking for five minutes. Okay?

If the yogurt lady's daddy has a boat...

I am exactly the guy
you should be talking to.

I don't like your ugly shirt,
I don't like your smart mouth...

and I don't like you.

- I do things my way.
- Well, let's do it your way. Okay.

You wanna do it your way?
Let's do it your way!

Hand over the boat, yogurt lady!

Don't get me wrong. I like breaking stuff
as much as the next guy.

But according to the D. M.V.,
that boat belongs to her daddy.

So smashing counters
isn't gonna make it yours, is it?

You wanna turn it
into nice, untraceable cash?

Then I'm who you wanna talk to, using a little
system I like to call the "Trey" system.

Which is?

I have a buddy.
I used to do this back in Vegas.

I called him "the magician."
Forges documents.

I can get us papers
that make that boat yours.

You cash out said boat,
dollar bills rain from the sky.

You're listening to Trey now, aren't ya?

All right.
You just earned a date with my boss.

As a spy...

you get used to people having
whispered conversations about you.

It's a little like being in high school.

But when people are whispering
about you in algebra...

they're a lot less likely
to try and kill you afterward.

You worked with a crew in Vegas?

Crew? No. Just one buddy.
He's the guy I told you about.

So only one deadbeat back there knows you're
here sticking your nose where it don't belong.

Chief, it's not like that.
I thought I had an opportunity here.

Hey. What kind of a man would I be...

if I let just anybody walk in here
and tell me how to run my business?

Vic, take this guy back.
Work on his manners.

Hey, hey, hey.
You don't like him, you don't like him.

The guy's got a plan. Hear him out.

I think Carter's got a soft spot for you.

Isn't that sweet?

Nah. He just knows
a smart idea when he sees one.

You've been waiting on this yogurt lady's
boat for what, a month now?

There's more than one way
to skin a cat's hair off its body.

My guy in Vegas, he can make
title documents appear... out of thin air.

I know that drill.
Too bad I don't like magic.

Do you like money? Do you like money?

I got watermarks,
renewal notices, state registration.

This guy can even toss in
a fake repair history.

Nah. Something always splashes back.

They wanna sue you. They
repossess the boat.

I don't know who broke
your heart in the past, but it wasn't me.

These forged documents are so good...

they make real ones look fake.

- I just want my money.
- Then let's see what he can do.

And nothing's gonna splash back.

Once we get our new boat...

I'll take yogurt lady and her daddy
on a trip to the Everglades.

They're dead, they can't sue nobody.

Fine.

But if this goes sideways, Vegas...

some gator's gonna be
making swamp fertilizer out of you too.

I know it sounds scary, but we can still make it work.
I'm in with the loan sharks now.

What difference does that even make?

They're planning on killing Jessica
whether she hands over the boat or not.

I mean, don't worry.
We're not gonna let 'em, um...

Uh, Nate's right.
We're not gonna let 'em kill you.

That's why we're gonna do more than just get
you mixed up with a police investigation.

We're gonna make Carter
look like an undercover cop.

His boss is gonna have to remove him
from the equation.

You're off the hook, and Miami has
one less sociopath to worry about.

I like that you're so confident,
but is that even possible?

It's not as crazy as it sounds.
Carter's never been arrested...

he's from out of town,
and he's moving up the ladder pretty fast.

Throw in a police boat and a service
issue Glock planted at his place...

he might as well be wearing a badge.

Right. I love this idea. What can I do?

You're coming with me.
We're gonna keep tabs on Carter.

Just keep your head down
for the next few days...

and we'll let you know
when they're gone for good.

- You'll be all right.
- Okay. Thanks.

Carter's making another collection.

It should give us a
chance to get to his car.

It's pretty small.
This is really gonna lead us to his place?

That's the magic of G.P.S.
Satellites, Nate.

You need to place it under his wheel well.

Yeah. Yeah.

By the way, that shirt looks good on you.

Of course it does look better on me,
but it looks pretty good on you.

I'm burning it after this is over.

Harsh.

Well, in any case,
this might be our best chance.

Looks like they're, uh, pretty occupied.

Yeah, with barbecuing
a motorcycle dealership.

That's gasoline. Change of plans.

I'm going inside, see if I can move this
along, keep Carter from hurting anyone.

You plant the tracker, Nate.
Don't make any mistakes.

We may only get one chance at this.

- Next time, it's your skull!
- Please, stop.

If you destroy my bikes,
I can't get you your money.

That was last week's excuse. Seems
like we're not getting through to you.

No, please, stop! I'm begging you!

You know, they say there's nothing worse
than burning to death.

I can get your money next week.

Your skin sizzles right off your body.

Your lungs sear from the hot air.

You gag from the smell
of your own burning flesh.

Ha. Hey, there you are.

- I been calling you, bro.
- What the hell are you doing here?

Why aren't you picking up your phone?

I told you I'd call you. Now get lost!

Right after your whole murder and arson
in broad daylight?

- You're gonna call me from jail?
- Damn it. Look what you did.

- Damn, bro. Little harsh.
- I should put a bullet in your head right now.

Only if you don't care
about getting yogurt lady's boat.

My guy called. Your papers are ready.

Fine. Go get 'em. Set it up.

Sooner this is over,
sooner I never have to see you again.

Hot bike.

- How'd it go?
- I've had better jobs. You plant the tracker?

N-No. You said you were
gonna do that, right?

I'm messing with you, Bro.

I put it under the rear wheel well.

God, you really weren't kidding
about being out of it.

When you're running an
official operation...

the mission is over
when your superiors say it is.

Documents are locked away
to a basement vault, and you walk away.

When you're investigating events from your
own life, it's harder to turn the page.

Even if you've read a file 10 times,
it might still hold a secret.

Hey.

Nate and I found Carter's apartment
in Coconut Grove.

It shouldn't be too hard
to sneak in once he's gone.

It should be empty tomorrow morning.

Sam just swapped out the boats up in Boca.

I'm gonna take Carter up there,
so you should have a few hours.

Great. That gives me more time than I need
to hide our little gift.

Once cell phone, complete with
call log to the local precinct.

And one body-wire rig.

And a police issue Glock.

Everything to make Carter
look like an undercover cop...

but a box of doughnuts.

It's perfect, Fi.

I see someone's been doing
a little spring shredding.

It feel good?

I know it's hard to leave your past behind,
but... it's for the best.

You'll sleep easier.

Unless I keep you up.

Bad guys, like most people...

aren't big on checking the details
in legal documents...

which makes fine print
a powerful weapon for a spy.

Altering information on subsection 10
of a title deed may not be very exciting...

but when that information
makes a loan shark look like a cop...

it can be as deadly as a bullet.

Congratulations.
We're proud owners of the Skylark II.

You weren't kidding. Your guy's got skills.

- I'll pick up the boat this afternoon.
- Let's go now.

- I arranged my day so we could both drive up to Boca.
- Tough luck. I got things to do.

Stuff that's more important
than getting rich?

Come on. It'll take two hours.

Oh. Okay, okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see what's happening.

You're trying to cut out the middleman.

Don't look a gift horse in the teeth.

- You mean "mouth."
- No, I think it's "teeth."

Point is, you never cut out Trey.

I'm not cutting you out.
I'll call you when I have your money.

Look, Trey is not leaving...

I just detailed this car.
I don't wanna have to detail it again.

Trey is leaving.

So, how are you gonna handle the sale?

Do you got someone who can sell the boat?

What's the timeline thing
for sort of the...

Are you gonna advertise
on the World Wide Web?

Hey, Mikey. We're at Carter's place now...

planting his little undercover-cop stash.

Aren't you supposed to be with Carter,
driving up to Boca?

He had other ideas.
You got a bead on the car?

I'll take a look.
He say anything about where he was headed?

No. He wasn't particularly chatty.

Oh, crap, Mike. He's heading home.

He's heading right here, and he's close.

Sam, get out of there now.

What, he's driving here now?

Yeah. I'll buy as much time as I can.
Plant the stash.

Great.

Stalling someone with a car accident...

is about calibrating
the perfect amount of impact.

You don't want to cause major injury
or create a massive scene.

You just need enough contact to keep
your target from leaving right away.

And it's all about the timing.

You want to make them... hit you.

Hey, buddy, what the hell was that?
You trying to kill me?

You pulled out in front of me.
That was your fault.

- Ohh! My back!
- Oh, I didn't hit you that hard.

Look. There's almost no damage.
Let's call it even.

Even? You could have
crushed my spinal cord.

Oh, okay. Is that the
way it's gonna be, huh?

You gonna extort me? Huh? You want it?

Here. Take this. I'm leaving.

How dare you. First you run into me.
Now you're trying to buy me off?

Oh, get lost.

No, no. Oh, no.

- Where do you think you're going, Mr. Hit-and-run?
- Get lost!

R72A3T. That's your license plate,
and I am calling the cops.

You're not calling the cops.

I told you to take off,
or I'll give you some real injury.

Okay, I'm willing to make a deal.

I told you to get lost!

Okay, then please
give me the cash. How about that?

You gotta at least admit that you're wrong.

I'm gonna make a citizen's arrest.

Okay. Apartment 22.

Get out of here, you jerk.

I broke a nail.

The pieces are in place. There's a service
issue.40-cal hidden in Carter's floor...

and they're heading for the boat.

So now you can accuse Carter
of being an undercover cop.

Well, almost. First we need Carter
to give his boss the boat, right?

Here we go, Mike.

Radio's playing my favorite song.

Carter's showing off the new boat
to Wallace right now.

The guy's gonna need
rotator cuff surgery...

the way he's patting himself on the back.

I thought you and Vegas
were hunting this down together.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

That guy caught a lucky break running into
us, but I'm ready to be done with him.

This thing has a nav system,
outriggers, a tuna tower.

Pretty sweet, huh?
I told you I should be hunting bigger game.

- Let me see those title papers.
- Here. Good as advertised.

You put me in the position to make plays,
I score every time.

Selling this will bring a half a mil, easy.
That's how valuable I am.

But let me check out your books.

I'll find you other ways
to turn your accounts into hard, cold cash.

You did good, Carter. Now relax.

The guy is using the boat
to move up in Wallace's crew. It's perfect.

- We got him right where we want him.
- What's next?

Now we got to bring in our friend Jesse,
get him in place.

Mike, he's doing it on his lunch hour,
so we got to make it snappy.

It's time to give Wallace some bad news
about his employee of the month.

Hey, chief, can I get
those papers from the boat?

Turns out I'm not a fan of Miami,
so if I could get those papers...

No way. That's not the way it works.
We sell the boat...

No, I don't want the money.
You can keep the share.

I changed my mind.
I'm gonna move back to Vegas.

Wait a minute. What is going on?

Nothing. It's complicated.
You know what? Forget it. I'll just go.

Now, let me make it simple for you.

- Why are you trying to blow town?
- No, no, no. I just...

Don't shoot the guy with the message,
all right? Your boy Carter set us up.

That fishing boat he found,
it belongs to the Miami P.D.

- According to who?
- According to the truth.

I saw the photos.
I can't get mixed up with this.

- I wanna see those photos.
- I don't have them with me.

A guy, he tips me off.
I-I can't get arrested.

Well, there's worse things
than getting arrested.

Now, let's go and see the photos.

- You got a cop tipping you off?
- No, no, no, no, no.

This guy Fickas is a clerk.
He sits on the dispatch desk.

When I move to a new place,
I get an insurance policy...

somebody to keep an eye out
for any trouble coming my way.

Are you kidding me? Are
you a stupid person?

You brought them to my job?
Are you serious?

- It wasn't my idea.
- I wanna see some photos now.

You... You told him about the photos.

- I'm not even supposed to have these.
- Give me those.

Okay, you need to ease up...
on the attitude.

Fickas heard our names come up
on the wire at the precinct.

They were talking about this boat.

I remember the name Skylark II.

So I did a little, uh... little poking
around, little drug bust database.

Turns out that your boat
is from a coke bust in Broward last year.

I was on this boat yesterday.

- I told you that Carter is mixed up with the cops.
- Mixed up with?

No, no, no. I'd say it's a...
little more than just that.

You think he's undercover?

Duh. How long you known this Carter guy?

No way. There's no way he's a cop.

- He's one of my top earners.
- That's how it works.

Hundred bucks says you prick his finger,
he's bleeding blue, okay?

You might wanna search his place.
I'm gonna need those back.

Too bad. They're mine.

Um, he's kind of a...
photography aficionado.

Here. I'll double your fee.

You let me know if anything else
comes over the wire.

- Let's call the boys. We're gonna pay Carter a visit.
- That's a good idea.

The millisecond you get back,
I'm gonna need those papers...

What are you talking about?
You're coming with me.

You better pray you're right, because
somebody's gonna be eating a bullet.

What the hell?
What are you guys doing here?

How's it going, Officer?
Or is it Detective?

- What are you talking about?
- You recognize that boat, pig?

Wallace, I don't know
what you think's going on, but...

Shut up! Tear this place apart!

You did this. You switched the boats on me.

Oh, yeah. That's a funny one, cop.

You've been after that boat since day one.

I just helped with the phony title.

I promise you, I'm not a cop.
There's nothing to find!

You're trying to blame me?
That's like the kettle insulting the pot.

I've been a soldier for you, boss.

L-I-I-I've expanded your territory.

I made you money. I-I-I've bled for you.

Looks like you're gonna bleed
a little bit more. Now shut the hell up.

Nothing!

Well, check for hidden compartments,
hollow books.

- Check the freezer.
- Hey, we better find something, Vegas.

Check behind the toilet.
Check under the rug.

I promise you, there's nothing to find.
I'm not a cop!

- One of you is lying to me.
- Well, it isn't me. I'm trying to help you.

Check everywhere.

Maybe under the floorboards.

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo.

Shoot a rat in the throat.

You can search everywhere, boss.
It doesn't matter.

There's nothing to find.

Check behind that painting.

One of the most
powerful techniques in a spy's arsenal...

is accusing a bad guy of being a good guy.

Your enemy's associates
dispatch their version of justice...

faster than any law enforcement agency,
but they're often more ruthless.

Of course that's the same reason
that spies live in fear of the day...

they accidentally accuse
one of the good guys...

of being a good guy.

Oh, hello. Gee, I wonder if these kids
know that their daddy's a rat.

I guess they can tell themselves
he died doing his job.

Too bad, piggy. Weren't fast enough, huh?

Get him out of here.

You do not want to do this.

I'm with the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.

Anything happens to me,
you all get death sentences.

Well, I suggest you get me in handcuffs...

before you start yammering on
about putting me in a gas chamber!

Your little fed friends
are never gonna see you again.

- Please don't do this.
- Get him out of here.

I won't forget this. You did good, Vegas.

When people are whipped
into a murderous frenzy...

standing between them and their target
can get you killed.

To stay in the game, you have to seem
just as crazy as everyone else.

You son of a bitch!

Please, you do not want to kill me.

Get back! I'm gonna end this.

You have to come up
with a reason you need to stay close...

and the target needs to stay alive.

No, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

You can't kill this bastard
till I ask him some questions.

Excuse me. I'm in charge. Now move.

You're in charge, but we're both in danger.

Let me pick his brain
before you blow his head off.

Let me find out what the
feds know about me.

If you were smart, you'd do the same thing.

Fine. I got a spot on Key Biscayne.

I'll take him there. I'll string him up.
I'll tell you what I find out.

You're not the only one who got stabbed
in the back. I have every right...

- This is my show!
- Yeah, it's your show.

But what if the guy coughs up something
about a snitch in your crew...

and you wanna find out more?

Might be nice to bring a guy
who's got an ear on the pulse of the cops.

Okay, fine. You can come along.
Now get him in the car.

I'm gonna call my guy over at dispatch...

- see if he knows anything.

Michael?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right.

Found a stash in the wall at his place.

- You mean the floor.
- Yeah, that's right.

In the wall, behind an ugly painting.

Oh, wait, Mike. Are you saying that Carter
is actually an undercover cop?

Scumbag's a fed. I'm gonna take him out to Key
Biscayne, get the whole story out of him.

Oh, boy. That's not good. This is not good.

- Yeah, yeah, you're telling me.
- Okay, we need a plan.

- If you're heading to Key Biscayne...
- We'll meet you at the causeway.

- We can tail you from there.
- All right, sounds good.

Once you stop, we'll go in hard.

No, stay out of sight.
I'll get 'em running.

You sweep 'em up.

What'd he say?

Nobody's missing Carter yet.

Now, let's find out
what this pig's last words are gonna be.

Hold on.

He had a toolbox in his apartment.

Go get me a pair of pliers and a hammer.

You son of a bitch!

I'm undercover too.

When the trunk opens, come out swinging.

All right, let's go!

Give me those pliers. Gonna find out
what that son of a bitch knows.

- No! I'm gonna handle this.
- No. I'm gonna find out...

What the hell?

Which one of you two tied him up?
I'm gonna shoot one of you for that.

Go get him!

It takes a combination of factors...

to create the fog of war on a battlefield.

But spies know that even a single weapon
can be a serious distraction.

- Hey!
- It's hard not to look where someone's firing...

and gunshots are disorienting,
especially at close range.

What the...

- I'm out of ammo. You got some?
- That's all I got.

- What the hell?
- Stay quiet. We're on your side.

Wait a minute.
You're the guy who crashed into me.

No, actually, you crashed into me,
but that doesn't matter now.

- Who the hell are you guys?
- I know you got questions, but they're gonna have to wait.

- Come on. Let's go.
- It's all good.

- I think we should head back.
- Not yet.

All right, you check over there,
and I'll check over here.

You got him?

Yeah, he's safe,
but he's not our biggest fan.

Been trying to collect evidence on Wallace
for the past six months...

and we just wrecked his case.

Then let's put it back together.

You get the cavalry
heading over to Wallace's place...

and I'll find what we need to put him away.

Mike, you sure you wanna do this?

This whole thing is my fault, Sam,
and I'm gonna fix it.

My friend's making a play
to take Wallace down.

You up for giving him a little help?

Whatever it takes.

How the hell did you let him escape?
We're all gonna go to prison.

Prison? It's gonna be worse than prison.
We tried to murder a fed.

I'm calling my guys.
I got somebody at the port with a boat.

He smuggles me out.
They're not gonna extradite me from Cuba.

Even if you can trust
the rest of your crew...

you're gonna live the rest of your life
off what's in your pocket.

- Well, you got a better idea, Trey?
- I got a guy in Vegas.

He can set us up.
New names, new licenses, new Socials.

In 48 hours, he can give us new lives.

All we need is cash.
How much can you get your hands on?

Everything I got is at the office.

Then that's where we need to go right now.

What are you, insane?
We're not going anywhere near there.

I talked to Fickas.
The cops don't know anything yet.

Carter's on foot. We've got enough time
to grab your cash and the books...

on every debt you have left to collect.

- We can do this.
- No.

The smart move is running,
and I gotta be smart.

Listen to me!
I was right about Carter, wasn't I?

You wanna live the rest of your life
in a shack in Cuba...

or shake down high rollers
and fix fights in Vegas?

From where I'm standing,
it's not even a choice.

We got at least a half an hour.
Fickas texted me.

The judge just signed
a search warrant for this place.

- We'll be long gone by then.
- Don't leave anything.

Grab it. Grab it all.
Meet me out back in five minutes.

The cops will be looking for your car,
so we should take mine.

Smart. We're gonna go far, Vegas.
I got a good feeling about this.

Me too.

Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your head!

- What the hell?
- Wallace, hands behind your head!

Now turn around!

- Listen to him! Right now!
- Son of a bitch.

Get down on the ground! Down on the ground!

Down on the ground now!

You said I should wait to cuff you...

before talking about sending you
to the gas chamber.

Hate to correct you, boss.

Capital punishment in the state of Florida
is lethal injection.

Very thoughtful of Wallace
to box up his files for us.

Any chance he's an undercover cop?

You were pretty convincing, Trey.

So were you. How did you get the feds
to let you torch that bike?

Sometimes you have to cause a lot of damage
to avoid hurting people.

Probably sounds crazy.

No. It makes perfect sense.

Still trying to sort out everything
that happened back there.

But there's one thing I know for certain.

You saved my life.

- Thanks.
- It was the least I could do.

And you...

drive safe.

Always.

I should have seen it. It was way too easy
to make him look like a cop.

- Maybe. But you made it right.
- Barely.

One bad break out there,
and a good man dies.

Nobody said what we do is easy, Mike.

I know you got to go talk to Jessica,
but come on. I'll buy you a beer.

- He had me terrified for weeks.
- Yeah, he was pretty convincing.

But you would have just ended up
in Witness Protection.

Well, in any event, you're safe now.

Crime ring is gone, and the feds
said you'll get your money back.

I wish there was more I could do
to thank you, but this will have to do.

Free yogurt for life, Bro.

With unlimited toppings.

I'll just take the yogurt.

Hey, Mike, I need to talk
to you for a minute.

It's not about the Charger.

Fi told me that you were having trouble
getting by some stuff.

- I don't want a lecture, Nate.
- I'm not lecturing you.

Just saying I know
a thing or two about addiction.

So you think I'm addicted to dealing
with the people who burned me?

I told you why I left Vegas.
I didn't tell you when I decided.

Charlie was born 11:42
on a Thursday morning.

You know where I was, 11:42?

I was at the Horseshoe...

because I was up 700 bucks,
and I couldn't leave the table.

And that was it for me.
That was rock bottom.

I'm not telling you to stop doing
what you're doing, all right?

No one can make you stop...
not until you're ready.

And it doesn't look like you're ready.

What do you think I should do, Nate?

I think you should see this through. Right?

Either you're gonna find out
that you're crazy...

or maybe this thing with you
getting burned isn't over.

Either way, it's gonna hurt.

Michael.

Hey.

You said you shredded those.

I didn't actually say that.
You said that. I just didn't correct you.

I'm sorry, Fi. I found a thread,
and when I pulled at it...

Michael, I'm... worried.

Fi, I'm not losing my mind.

As the C.I.A. Was rounding up
all the people who burned me...

I kept thinking all my questions
would be answered.

But look at this.
There are just a lot of inconsistencies.

Just little things...
fuel receipts and docking papers...

money transfers to nowhere.

I answer one question, another pops up.

You're never gonna answer
all the questions, Michael.

There'll always be another thread to pull.

You have to move on.

I know. I will.
I just need to take one more look.

Just one more look, Fi.

Well, come to bed, Michael.

- We'll look at these together tomorrow.
- Okay. I'll be right there.

Come to bed.

I'll be right there.