Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 2 - Mixed Messages - 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 girlfriend...

Should we shoot them?

...an old friend who used
to inform on you to the FBI...



You know spies --
a bunch of bitchy little girls.

...family, too...
Hey, is that your mom again?

...if you're desperate....
Someone needs your help, Michael.

...and a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it,
people.

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

you're not going anywhere.

"Dear Michael, I don't know
if this letter will reach you,

"but the thought that it might

"is a small comfort
in this place,

"where even the smallest
comfort is something.

"It seems likely
it will be my home from now on,

"until I'm officially tried.

"They're holding me at
Allarod Federal Penitentiary,



"a maximum-security facility
for, as they like to say,

"'the worst of the worst.'

"My trial is still
some months away,

"but my lawyer tells me
that my confession

"makes a legal defense...
a challenge.

"I told her
not to waste her time.

"The worst part, really,

"is what they make you give up
in here.

"It's not just your freedom.

"They take your dignity,
your hope...

"so you give up
and do as you're told.

"And you know how good I am
at doing what I'm told.

"For the most part,
I'm just another prisoner.

"I don't expect to make
many friends here,

but, then, I've never made
friends easily, anyway."

"At least I have
a little privacy.

"When I'm not in the yard,
at meals, or on work duty,

"I'm housed in a unit
for violent offenders...alone.

"It reminds me
of the first time

"that I lost you in Ireland.

"I'd see you in my dreams,
but I'd wake up...

"and you were still gone.

"The dreams hurt, but they were
all that kept me going.

"They did then...
and they do now.

Love, Fi."

You all right, brother?

She's close to giving up.

I need to see her, Sam.

She has to know
we're trying to get her out.

I'm afraid you can't, Mike.
She's too high a risk.

Look, I had to pull strings at
Homeland Security just to get that letter.

So seeing her? Forget it.

Now, come on.

Before you wreck
a perfectly good table,

you should get talking
with your pals at the CIA

and get some help.

I already talked to Pearce.
She tried.

No one's touching this.

You know, Mike, uh,

you used to have friends
in high places at the Agency.

I know they turned
their backs on you

when you got burned,
but...

Why would they help me now?

Maybe if you give them
a reason to.

There are certain people
in life you get stuck with,

whether you love them,
they drive you nuts, or both.

They've made you who you are.

For most people, it's a coach
or a favorite teacher.

For a spy,
it's his training officer.

Michael.

Tom.

How long's it been?
Eight years?

Something like that.

Sit, please.

There's no need
to pretend for me.

I, um --
good.

You have every reason
in the world to hate my guts.

I wasn't exactly great
at returning calls when you,

um...well, you know.

It was nothing personal.

There simply wasn't anything
I could do to help you.

You can make it up
to me now.

I need to see
Fiona Glenanne.

This is all about
your girlfriend?

Yeah, I heard about
that situation.

Trust me -- she's innocent.

Look...just do yourself
a favor...

and walk away.

Not with this, I can't.
You have to.

Your status at the Agency
is not exactly helped

by your association
with her.

You are just back in.

Card, I know you've been moved
from training to operations,

so if I have to earn
some points around here

to make this happen,
just give me a job.

You want a job...
with me?

You're serious?

Come on.

I will do
whatever it takes, Card.

Now, you owe me
at least that.

I was your star pupil.

Hell, you're sitting
in that chair because of me.

I can't even believe
I'm doing this.

Okay.

Fine.

There is...something.

I wasn't gonna do it

because I didn't have
an operative in Miami.

I guess I do now.

Michael, let's be real clear
about this right up front.

If you screw this up,

there is not going to be
any lifeline, no safety net.

It's just going to be
you and me

with our asses
flapping in the wind.

And exactly how
does that sound to you?

That sounds like
a risk I'm willing to take.

Burn Notice 6x02
Mixed Messages
Original Air Date on June 21, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

We have
your table ready, Mr. Card.

John, how are you?

Seems like old times,
huh?

If by "old times,"
you mean running me through

counter-interrogation exercises
on one hour of sleep.

Oh, cry me a river, Michael.
I wasn't that bad on you.

The old Card never
would have treated me

to a five-star meal.

Who said the new Card was?

Whiskey neat.

And an iced tea
for my friend.

That is still your drink
of choice, yes?

Nothing gets by you,
Card -- nothing.

Cheers.

It's funny.

What?

Me being the one
to help you see Fiona.

Why? Because you never liked her?
I liked her fine.

I didn't like my protégé

sleeping with
a foreign arms trader

he met under a cover I.D.

That sort of thing can make
your training officer look bad.

You said
she would ruin my life.

I was just calling it
the way I saw it.

In my defense,
I didn't know so many people

would be lining up
to ruin your life anyway.

So, what's the job
you need me for?

I have spent most
of the last year down in Mexico

in a joint CIA-DEA
task force

focused on
the Zetas Cartel --

1,000 man-hours.

We have exactly squat
to show for it.

Where in Mexico?

No need
to even pack your bags.

Cartel is trying to establish
a foothold in Miami.

We need
to shut them down there.

Right now, we are focused on
two Mexican nationals.

Ramiro Salazar is the boss.

He's not gonna get my vote
for grandfather of the year.

He's not even
the real problem.

That title belongs
to Rafael Montero.

He's linked
to 10 homicides.

He's totally paranoid.

Every time I get somebody
close to him,

they wind up dead, chopped up
in about a hundred little pieces.

I assume you have a plan.

We caught a break in
an operation out of Veracruz,

found out that 2 tons of cocaine
are coming into Miami

in the next 48 hours.

We need to figure out
where that shipment is landing.

I'm in.

Who is it?

Your mother.

And me, bro.

Nate,
what are you doing here?

Well, I guess I could ask you
the same question.

Where's Ruth
and the baby?

Back in Vegas.

Look, I heard
what went down around here.

I figured you could use
some support.

I'm gonna be staying
for a while.

You don't need
to do that.

Look, uh, Michael,
the reason that I, uh,

dragged Nate over here
is I thought

it would be nice
if the two of you talked

about, you know,
things.

'Cause God knows
you never talk to me.

I just can't do this
right now.

I have an assignment that may
help me get to see Fiona.

Okay, okay. Not now.
I get it.

Mom, just not right now,
all right?

Take care,
you and Fiona both.

Going to prison is always
a possibility for an operative.

When your job involves
working outside the law,

sometimes it can't be avoided.

If you find yourself inside,

the first thing to remember
is patience.

You have to take your time,
figure out who the players are,

and stay out of trouble
as long as you can...

because, inevitably,
trouble will come to you.

No need
to eat off the floor.

Here.

Welcome to Allarod
Federal pen.

There's a spot over here
if you want it.

You know, I'd think twice
before eating that.

D.B. Thinks she's, uh,
queen of the cellblock.

She does this
to every single new girl.

All right,
so, here's the deal.

Every-- everyone's looking
at you right now.

And if, uh,
you don't eat her little gift,

you're spitting
in her face.

She's your enemy.

And if I do?

Then she owns you.

See, I made that mistake
when I first got here.

I took her little gift
and, you know,

kind of got a little tired

of her telling me
what to do all the time.

So she gave me
another little gift --

a scar to remember her by.

Thanks for the tip.

I never did care much
for apples.

Man, these guys
are hardcore.

Is that
a problem there, champ?

Because Michael led me
to believe

that you had experience
with cartels.

Oh, I do. I just don't usually
spend my vacation days

going after guys that feed
their enemies to alligators.

All right, then,
let's get down to business.

You must be Card.

Sam Axe.

I'm sorry -- is that
what I think it is?

Yep. Welcome to my
least favorite job ever.

Okay,
what's with the corpse?

It's part of our cover I.D.
with Montero.

You two will approach
as DEA agents

Alex Russel
and Ben Osborne.

You will tell them that
you are skimming Agency funds.

Your boss found out --
you shot him.

Our boss being that dead guy?
Yes.

Might seem like a bit much,
but without that dead body,

Montero's not gonna buy
your story.

Where'd we get
the dead guy?

Oh, he's a gunshot victim,

courtesy
of the coroner's office.

I'll go
get the guy ready.

The idea being
you went to gun him down,

and you stumbled across an op
that he was running

against the cartels.

We scare Montero
into moving his shipment

someplace we can bust it.

All right,
listen to me carefully.

You got to have
each other's backs.

If Montero even
looks at you sideways,

you pull out, you get it?

When you go in, you're gonna be
mostly by yourselves.

You'll have each other
and this bug.

Click the top of that pen,
you're transmitting.

It'll make it through most scans
and has a range of 3 miles.

Michael, Michael...
please don't break it.

Red tape is brutal
at the Agency these days.

I'll guard it with my life.

Thataboy.

What the hell is this?

Surveillance,
Miami style.

I mean, you can't park
a block away from Diego's

and not get the best cafécitos
in town.

What? I figured mojitos
were out of the question.

Is Mike's bug live?

No. Doesn't go live
till he approaches Montero.

Think Montero's gonna be
hard to spot?

Ooh.

Jesse, wait up.

We've got a problem.

I miss something?

The man with Montero
knows me.

His name is Gellman.
He's a drug lawyer.

I met him on another job.

"Met" as in...

Let's just say he lost one of his clients
permanently because of me.

I'm calling this off.
Calling it off? Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Mike, he knows you.
He doesn't know me.

Just give me the bug.
I'll make the approach.

The whole point of this
is it's a two-man job.

No, the whole point is this
is your one chance to see Fi.

I can't let you do this.
Mike...I'm doing this.

Jesse.

Fi's my friend, too.
I want to help.

Just get out of here before
you get spotted. Come on.

Just go.
I got this, man.

Oh, no,
what the hell is going on?

You're supposed to be
up with Jesse.

Change of plans.
Let me see if I've got this straight.

So, you left Jesse
up there all by himself.

Do you know
how dangerous Montero is?

I would have blown my cover.
I didn't have a choice.

Sure you did.

You could have called it off,
like you were trained to do,

like you were ordered to do.

What do you think
you're doing?

What does it look like
I'm doing?

Playing tiddledywinks?

I'm going
to extract your buddy.

This is over.

We had exactly one chance
to get these guys.

Maybe we could have regrouped
if you and Porter had aborted,

but you didn't.

So, here's a suggestion.

Here's a suggestion!

Suit up!

No.

At this point, Michael,
you're not thinking clearly.

You're distracted.

You're desperate to get
your girlfriend out of prison.

But here's
the bottom line.

You just put my mission
and your pal's life on the line.

Let me tell you
something, Card.

You need a win -- badly.

You wouldn't have let me
anywhere near this op if you didn't.

Now, you trained me.
You know me.

I'm the same operative
as I was before.

You let me
see this through.

The bug is live.
I'm about to go in.

Guys, we got a man wading
into deep water out there,

so we got to fish or cut bait,
but we got to decide now.

Fine.

Let's go ahead and see
if you can still run an op.

Get away, girls.

All right. Okay.

Agent Russel, my client's
got nothing to say to you.

And if you want
to contact my client,

you're gonna do it through me
in the appropriate manner,

through the --

Oh, official channels,
all that.

I got it. I respect it.
Plug your ears, hmm?

I have access
to a DEA safe house

filled with information
about an investigation

into your client and his friends
in Los Zetas.

Now, I would be willing
to arrange for your client

to visit this safe house
for a reasonable price.

Stop.
Stop right there.

Mr. Montero, as your lawyer,
I shouldn't be hearing this,

but I strongly advise
you finish your lunch.

Okay.

Anyway, due to circumstances
that I'd rather not get into,

I have to torch said safe house
within the next --

oh, I don't know --
12 hours.

You really want to check it out
before that happens.

Mm. And how would I repay
your kindness?

I'm glad you asked.

If you like what you see,
which I know that you will,

you put me
on the payroll, hmm?

I'd be, like,
your guy in the DEA.

Oh, sorry, I'm not hiring.
I got all the guys I need.

Oh.

Well, I suggest
that you create a new opening.

You don't walk away,
I'll create a big opening.

One push of this,

and you're bloodier
than my steak.

Okay. I take it
that you're not interested.

I'm gonna keep it moving.

Well, um, your loss.

And when you lose the 2 tons
of coke coming up from Veracruz,

don't say I didn't warn you.
Adios, amigo.

Wait. What?

What do you think
I've been talking about?

Your shipment's
about to get busted.

That's what
I'm selling here --

a chance for you to save
your new franchise in Miami.

Oh.

Hmm?

You're one hell of a salesman.
Oh, thank you.

Let's go see this place.

What'd I say?

Look at all this.
Do you recognize that guy?

Is it me, or does someone have
a secret admirer?

Operation Frostbite?

Yeah, it's the code name
for the op.

"Request for SWAT approved
for location zebra,

3/16, 1900 hours?"
Yep.

That's the code for,
"they're about to bust the hell

out of your shipment."

How do they know
about this?! Huh?!

Hey. Okay, hey.

Who's in charge
of this place?!

Mr. Montero,
as I mentioned,

I don't want to get
into the details, okay?

Enough games.
Okay?

You trying to play me?!

Are you trying to play me?!

If you don't tell me
what I want to know,

I'm gonna take this knife
and I'm gonna gut you

right here where you stand.

It's my boss.
It's my boss's op.

Where is he?!

I was skimming cash.
He found out. I -- I...

I-I kind of accidentally
discharged my weapon

into his body...
four times.

He kind of accidentally
shot his boss four times.

I love it!

I stashed the body, I came straight
to you, man. Hand to God.

You stashed the body?

Where?

Oh.

♪ Bunh-buh-dum ♪

That's a year's worth
of bacon.

Yeah, it's good old Zack --
Zack Simon.

He ran the task force
assigned to you guys.

Nice piece of shooting.

Guess I have a knack
for it.

Knack for it?

I like you!
Yeah.

Get him
to move the shipment.

When he doesn't check in,
he's gonna be missed.

Okay? Which means you guys
got to redirect your shipment,

like, now.

There's actually a spot
in Dadeland Cove

that would be perfect.

The local P.D. --
they got a beef with the DEA,

so they don't -- don't let them
operate in the area.

Dadeland Cove, huh?

Yeah, safest place
in Miami, man.

I'll think about it.

In the meantime, we need
to go talk to somebody.

Let's go take a ride.
Yeah.

Bingo.
Montero took the bait.

Probably taking Jesse

to get the official okay
to move the shipment.

Okay, it looks like
they're moving.

Let's get this done.

Prison, or any confined
institutional environment,

is just about the worst place
possible to make an enemy.

The regular schedule means
your enemies know where you are

every hour of the day,

while crowded living conditions

mean they can choose
the time and place

that is best for an attack.

Usually, the best thing
you can do is stay moving,

stay aware, and stay paranoid.

Oh, hey.

Whoa!

Oh, my -- nice reflexes.
Sorry.

Remind me to never
sneak up on you again.

I thought
you were one of them.

Man, I've been seeing them
eyeballing you.

D.B.
can hold such a grudge.

You know, is there any way
to get back to the cellblock

without going through
my new fan club?

Yeah. I mean, that's easy.
Just go and mouth off to Clyde.

Yard time's almost over,

so before he rounds
everybody up,

go bust his chops.

I mean,
you're not gonna get lunch,

but it's better
than getting your ass beat.

Guard Jones to the east gate.

Guard Jones to the east gate.

Off the wall, Glenanne!
You know the rules!

Oh, I like it here.

One more chance.

You want to do it that way?
Fine by me.

But you're not gonna last long
if you're playing those games.

Most survival strategies
in prison

don't involve making
many friends.

Move!
When it's just about staying alive,

you do what you have to.

Okay, where the hell
is Montero taking Jesse?

I thought
they were meeting the boss.

I'm guessing that place
doesn't belong

to the head of a cartel.

We may have caught a break.
This could be their stash house.

What are you doing here?

You can't just show up here.

You're right.
I could have called.

But I wanted you to say
to my face

why you didn't tell me
about the DEA's plan

to bust my shipment.

What are you
talking about?!

I was at
the safe house, cabrón --

the one with my pictures
all over the walls,

with the files that the DEA has
on the investigation,

the kind of information
that I pay you for.

Uh, Mike,
this doesn't sound good.

I don't know anything about
a bust or a safe house.

And who's this guy?

Are you kidding me?

What the hell
is the matter with you?

He's DEA
just like you, cabrón.

DEA? This guy?

Oh, that's just beautiful.

Montero's got a DEA agent
working for him now.

I've never seen him
before in my life!

That's the best you can do,
Agent Kemp?

You've never seen me before,
seriously?

Don't you see
what's going on here?

He didn't tip you
about the bust

'cause he's the one that told
the DEA about the shipment.

He's been playing you, man.

I swear, Montero!
He's lying!

Of course he's gonna say
I'm lying.

What's he gonna say --
"I sold you out"? Please.

I've seen better acting
in a porn film.

Okay, well, we're gonna
have to sort this out,

because one of you
is telling the truth...

And the other
is eating a bullet.

Mike we don't have a lot of time
to get Jesse out of there.

Something tells me
Montero's the itchy-finger type.

Card and I will take the front,
draw their fire.

You go out back, you get Jesse,
wait for my signal.

Montero, think about it.

I told you everything I knew
about the joint task force.

I mean, how many operations
did I give up, huh?

How many informants?

I gave you their names,
where you could find them.

That's why all
our undercovers got killed.

When we go in,
that son of a bitch is mine.

How else
could you take them out?

Makes sense, cabrón.

Why would he turn over
all these rats for me

to slice up
if he wasn't on our side?

I'm starting to like his story
more than yours.

Okay, hold on.
Don't do anything stupid.

Stupid?
Just listen to me!

Everyone,
listen to me, okay?

This is all gonna
work itself out.

No need to rush
into anything.

Guys, guys,
hold on a second.

I think
Jesse's making a play.

Can you -- can we point the gun
away from my head, please?

Thank you. All right.

Your boy Kemp here
gave up some people

that he said were informants.

That does not mean
that they were informants.

He gave you some names.
So what?

Well, how come we didn't
get busted

the whole time
I was paying him?

Because
he's reeling you in.

Reeling him in how?

You let
the small shipments go.

You nail the big ones.
That's how deep cover works.

Tell him, Kemp.
Montero, he's lying.

Let's just slow down,
and we'll talk about this.

Oh, you'd love that,
wouldn't you?

Yeah, okay, let me tell you why
he wants you to "slow down."

His cover's been blown.

What are you talking about?!

I'm talking about
the DEA extraction team

that's about to barge in here any
second, try to save your sorry ass.

Now, when that happens, you'll all
know that I've been telling the truth.

But it'll be too late, 'cause we'll
all be busted and on our way to prison.

Thank you very much.
Montero, there is no DEA team, all right?

I promise.
Shh!

I don't see nothing.

Try his radio.

Try his radio.

I promise you,
you'll hear them coming.

Montero, this is crazy!

Nobody is coming!

I'll get a DEA frequency.

Go get
this puto's radio.

Yeah, yeah, go get
this puto's radio.

Mike, we're really gonna try and
sell that we're here to rescue Kemp?

It might be our only shot
to get Jesse out alive.

All personnel
proceed with caution.

Assume that the suspects
are armed and dangerous. Over.

Roger that. Over.

Be aware,
we have one friendly inside.

Do not fire on Agent Kemp.

Oh!
Please, Montero!

I don't know
who these people are, I swear!

Montero, please!
I don't know these people!

Come here.

Come here.
No, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

What,
am I gonna shoot a cop?

Come here.

You're gonna signal them
that everything's fine.

And then we're just gonna
sit here and talk.

Okay?

I've got a visual
on Kemp.

I repeat, I have a visual
on Agent Kemp.

I got a better idea.

Go out and talk to them yourself!

Agent down!
Agent down!

Let's go!

Looks like Jesse pulled it off.

You wanted Kemp?
There he is.

I forgot what a pleasure it is
working with you.

So, I've been asking
around the cellblock,

and the news isn't good.

Word is, standing next to you
is a good way to catch a shank.

We'll have to make sure
that doesn't happen.

Apparently,
D.B. and her crew

are gonna jump you
in the laundry room.

But I can get you transferred
to the kitchen.

It's way safer,

and they keep
the work teams small.

Well, that'll save me a beating
while I'm on work duty.

They can still get to me
anywhere else.

I need a weapon.

I mean,
to take on all three?

Come on, it's not like
we have machine guns in here.

Just tell me what you can get,
and I'll figure something out.

Creating tools in prison

is about working with
what you have.

Some things are simple,

like making a knife
by sharpening a toothbrush.

But with a little effort,

it's possible
to get more sophisticated.

Tightly rolled magazine pages
soaked in salt water

can create a serviceable club.

You can make a prison lighter

by short-circuiting a double-A
battery with some wire

and stripping the insulation
at the ignition point.

Once you're done, the issue
is hiding what you've made.

Glenanne!

Yard time. Let's go.

All the weapons in the world
won't help you...

Let's go.

...if they're sitting
in the warden's office.

Carrying off a successful
attack in prison

or any institutional
environment is a challenge.

There are simply more factors
to consider

than in a regular fight.

You have to deal
with bystanders,

any of whom could decide
to jump in on either side.

Open cellblock "D."

Yard time, ladies!

And, of course,
if you don't remove the guards,

the fight will be over
before it starts.

Let's move!
Even if you do everything right,

you'll only have
a small window of time.

But, hopefully,
that's all you need.

Code Red in tier 3!

There's a Code Red in tier 3!

There's a fire
on cellblock "D"!

Fire in cellblock "D"!

Hey!
Fire on cellblock "D"!

Get out!
Ladies, clear out!

Down the gate!

Behind you!

Fi! Come on!

The most dangerous time
in an infiltration

is often when you've completely
sold your target

and made your way in.

The reason is that your target

is usually bringing you
to his boss,

and upper management
tends to be harder to convince.

How could they have found out
about Black Rock Cove?

We've been sending
our shipments there for months.

Kemp was a DEA plant.
That puto sold us out.

Kemp?

You were the one
who vouched for that rata.

I know, Don Ramiro.

But I took care of it.

This is our new DEA agent.

Our friend here
is gonna help us out.

You got nothing
to worry about, sir.

I got you a new place
to send your shipment.

It's all good.

He says
Dadeland Cove is clear.

DEA can't operate
there, right?

Right, yeah.
You believe this man?

Don Ramiro, I saw the man
that he killed with my own eyes.

Fine.

Go see this raid
at Black Rock Cove

with your own eyes.

Wait, wait, wait,
hold on.

You want us to go look
for a DEA raid?

Yes. That way, we know
you're telling the truth.

That way, we know
we can move our shipment.

Okay, okay,
I'm just saying

it could be
a little dangerous.

You know?
And if they see me, I'm...

You claim to be a friend.

Show us what a good friend
you really are.

Okay, we got to get
a whole squad of DEA guys

over to Black Rock Cove
right now.

Only there's no time.

All my agents are already
set up at Dadeland Cove,

awaiting the real shipment.

Fine.
We'll be the team.

Jesse and Montero

just need to see enough to
sell that there is a raid --

a few cars, a few guns
in the right place.

I like it, Mike.
We don't have a lot of time.

Let me deal with that.

Michael! That was some
pretty fancy driving.

I'm still not sure
that gives us

enough of a head start
on Montero and Jesse, though.

Montero's not gonna risk
a speeding ticket.

We have five minutes,
give or take.

Oh, great.

Five minutes until the guys
with guns show up.

No problem.

Convincing someone

that they're looking at an army
that's not there

is about the little details --

the barrel
of a high-powered rifle,

combined with the bulkiness of
a seatback under a plastic tarp

can sell the presence of a team
of concealed snipers

ready to supply cover fire.

A heavily loaded vehicle

positioned
at a natural choke point

gives the impression
of an assault team

ready to storm a target.

And a few well-placed agents
with earpieces

look just like spotters
set to guide an assault team.

All right,
here they come.

Time to put on
our best DEA faces.

So, where's this raid,
cabrón?

I don't see nobody.

Look,
I-I-I told you, man.

These guys aren't gonna just
set up out in the open, okay?

So, look harder.

Okay, right there.

Right there.

You see that van
by the water?

Look at the guy
sitting up front.

See how low he's riding?

That's a comm van,
with a strike team in the back.

Hijos de puta...
You're right.

Yeah, let me see,
let me see.

Bam. Right there, on top
of the building -- snipers.

Where?

Ho, ho, ho.

These guys don't mess around,
do they?

That's why I shouldn't
be here right now.

Okay.
Right there by the dock.

You see the guy with
the earpiece? Check him out.

That's a lookout.

He's reporting
back to the van.

Something tells me the guy behind
the wheel is calling the shots here.

No, that puto
only thinks he is.

Don Ramiro?

The new guy
was telling the truth.

The DEA is here.

It's safe to move the shipment
to the new location.

All right.
All right, we good?

Yes, we're good.

We're very good.
Okay.

Just got to get the guns.

The guns? Hold on.
Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
What are you talking about?

Salazar wants us
to keep the DEA busy

while the shipment
comes in.

We're just gonna start shooting
at the DEA?! Are you crazy?!

Relax, bro.
They're looking the other way.

They'll be dead before they know
what hit them.

I say
we hit the van first.

Guys, you heard that,
right?

Get out of the van
now, Michael.

I'm not bailing now.

Montero will know
we're listening,

and Jesse's cover
will be blown.

It doesn't matter,
Michael!

Get out of the van now!

Watch me
light these pigs up.

We're not getting Jesse...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the hell?!

You're letting him
get away!

Forget the driver.
The team's in the back.

Their weapons,
their explosives!

Oh, yeah.

Whoo!

Burn in hell,
hijos de puta!

Whoo!

Unh! You two stay here
and pick off these DEA pendejos

when they come back
to check on the van.

All right, come on,
let's go check on our shipment.

Yeah.

Happy hunting, cabrones!

You made us a lot
of money today, cabrón.

Anything to help, man.

Man!

I wish I could have seen
those pigs burn myself.

Love a good barbecue.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Oh.

Don Ramiro, yeah, yeah.

We're on our way.

You should have seen the way
we shot up the DEA.

Oh, really?

Then explain why
our entire shipment --

our entire operation in Miami --

is getting swept up
by the DEA as we speak?

I -- I don't understand.

Get back here.

We need to discuss
what happened today.

Uh...

the shipment --
the DEA hit the shipment.

I -- I -- I don't understand.

Hey, what's happening?

Don Ramiro just called.

He said that the --
that the DEA hit the shipment.

I told him the DEA is there.
I told him I shot them.

There's no one here.

What?!
The van! What about the van?!

No one came
to check up on it.

Uh...

You, you, you. This was you,
huh?! You set me up!

No, no, listen, listen!
You set me up!

You pull that trigger,
you're dead.

The cartel is gonna kill you
for this, and you know it.

Look, putting a bullet
in my head

is not gonna change that.

Okay?

I got another business
proposition for you.

Listen to me!
Just listen to me!

Put the gun down.
Come work for us.

Think about it, man.
It's your only move.

Maybe my move is I shoot you
in the head

and then do my time like a man!
Do your time?

W-what, you think Ramiro

is gonna let you
just sit in prison?

Why not?
I was a good soldier, huh?

Who knows everything
about his operation...

who's already been duped
by the DEA.

Something tells me that Ramiro
is not the kind of guy

that's gonna take the risk of
letting you just hang around.

Now, you might be crazy,
but you're not stupid.

Put the gun down, come work with us,
and you will live.

Hijo de puta!

No, no!
Aah! Ugh!

Ugh!

Okay, man.

My Spanish is a little rusty,
but I assume that meant "yes."

Like I said,
you're one hell of a salesman.

Landed a 2-ton cocaine bust,
a dirty DEA agent,

and a cooperating
witness.

That's a hell
of a plate appearance.

You scored some major points
at Langley today.

Does that mean
I get to see Fiona?

After today's win, I don't think
that's gonna be a problem.

Thanks, Card.

Come back to the office with me,
get some yogurt.

Hey, bro, it's me.

Still with the gun?

Man, you're in worse shape
than we thought.

Any more word about Fi?

I might be able
to see her soon.

That's great.
I'm happy for you, man.

I rely appreciate
you coming by, Nate,

but you should be home
with Ruth and the baby.

Yeah, I should.

But here's the thing.
Mike, I can't.

That's actually
why I came over.

You know, mom didn't drag me
all the way down here

just because you were
having problems.

Ruth left me.
She took the baby.

That's how come I'm staying
with her for a little while.

What happened?

I don't know.

I mean, I -- I tried so hard

to be a good dad
and a good husband, you know?

Then one day, she just
called it quits, and...

I'm really sorry, Nate.

Me too.

Anyways, I'm gonna get out
of your hair, all right?

But, uh, I just wanted
to stop by,

see how you were doing.

Hey, Nate.

Yeah?

Why don't you stay?

Thanks.

Make sure you get
the bottoms of the pans,

'cause if there's
any spots,

you'll be put back
on laundry detail.

Yeah, well,
I'm working on it.

It's just this water
is so damn hot.

I know,
it's so boiling.

I think they do that
to mess with us.

But it's still the best job
you can get,

because it's the most privacy
we are ever gonna have.

Oh.

Thanks for getting me
the transfer.

Oh, you're welcome.
The guard owed me a favor.

Mm.

Well, let me know
if there's anything I can do

to pay you back.

Oh, well, just scrub those pans
really hard

and make me look good.

Oh, I see, yeah, there's
like one spot left there.

Oh. I don't see it.

Unh!

Aaah!

Who sent you to kill me? Was it D.B.?
Did she put you up to this?

No!
Who sent you?

There was a cellphone
under my pillow!

A phone? What the hell
are you talking about?

I got a phone call,

and they said they would kill my
sister if I didn't kill you --

and if I get close to you
to do it somewhere quiet.

Tell me who.

I don't know! But they said
they wanted you dead!

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