Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 7 - Reunion - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [Man] We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
- [Whistles]

[Michael Narrating]
When you're burned, you've got nothing...

no cash, no credit, 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.
- [Laughs]

- A trigger-happy 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.

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.

- Nate, what are you doing here?
- I'm gonna be staying for a while.

I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents and cash.

I can tell you the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City...

where he's expecting his next drop.

- You know where Anson is? How did you find him?
- Rebecca.

How can you be sure
you're not walking into another trap?

It's your only chance.

Nate, you're the only one
who can get to Anson before he escapes...



so I want you to get eyes on him,
but do not approach him.

Mike, I got this.

Something doesn't smell right...
[Groans]

- Michael Westen says hello.
- [Sirens Blaring]

- I'll be out in a week.
- Shut up.

We got him, man.

[Gunshot]

Get down!

- [Jesse] South side's clear!
- [Pearce] Everybody down!

[Police Radio Chatter]

Nate!

Look at me. You're okay. You're okay.

I'm scared.

Hey! Nate!

Nate! Nate!

- Mom.
- No, he isn't!

[Buzzer Sounds]

Michael, what's wrong?

[Michael Narrating]
Spies are trained to react immediately...

when an operation goes bad.

Every minute that goes
by is another minute...

your enemy can use
to regroup and get stronger.

But there are times
when you have to remember...

that denying grief and loss and love
can be dangerous too...

because in the heat of battle,
you have to know what you're fighting for.

God, it's beautiful.

I wasn't sure I'd ever see another sunrise.

Thank you for not giving up.

Consider it payback for the thousand times
you never gave up on me.

We should go. Sam will be waiting.

Fi, this could get bad.

I want you to sit this out.

What?

You already went to prison to protect me.

And this... This won't be easy.

Okay. And?

Have you ever thought that...

you deserve better than this?

Michael, all I wanted
was to be by your side.

I'm not leaving it again.

I've missed you, Fi.

Good.

Let's go find the bastard
who killed your brother.

Okay, so I talked
to my buddies at the F.B. I...

and they're turning Atlantic City upside
down, but so far, they got nothing.

At least nothing they're telling you about.

- I'm not sure what else to do.
- We need to call Rebecca.

She'll know if Anson had any enemies
who could have done this.

What happened to keeping radio silence
with her until Hurricane Anson blows over?

If the C. I.A. Finds out that we've been
working with her, it's all of our asses.

And if we wait for your buddies,
we'll never get anywhere. Call her.

Okay. No need for the death rays.

- [Rapid Beeping]
- I'm gonna call my mom.

[Line Ringing]

- [Click]
- Madeline here. Leave a message.

[Beeps]

Hey, Ma. It's me again.

I just...

I'm so sorry, Ma. I just...

I wish that you would
just talk to me about this. Please.

I don't know what else to say.
I just want to hear from you, okay?

So, please call me.

I love you.

- [Exhales]
- [Fiona] Uh, Michael?

- I think we have a problem.
- What problem?

Rebecca's not answering
the bat phone I gave her.

- She knows to always answer the bat phone.
- Where is she?

She's still at my girlfriend's high-rise.

But, you know, the tracker's not moving.

- Unless, Mike, you think...
- I think that if someone got to Anson...

they could have easily gotten to her.

[Sam]
I'll call Elsa, tell her we're on our way.

Mr. Axe, we tried to open the door...

but it's chained from the inside.

- Javier, this might be a good time for a coffee break.
- Will do.

Thank you.

Rebecca? Open the door.

- [Knob Rattles]
- Rebecca!

What the hell happened here?

What happened?

Rebecca played us,
that's what happened. Damn it!

[Sharp Exhale]
I think Rebecca found your tracker.

- "Nice try, Sam."
- What? I put that frickin' thing in her bootheel.

- How the hell did she find it?
- Because she's good.

She hacked hotel security
through the cable line.

She went out the back window
to avoid the cameras.

Look at the water damage.
It hasn't rained in days.

Which means she had plenty of time...

to get up to Atlantic City
and kill Anson and Nate.

Damn. I can't believe I trusted her.

You play with a snake long enough,
it'll bite you.

[Sam]
She could be anywhere by now.

Mike, this is all my fault. I'm sorry.

I don't even know what to say.

It's not your fault, Sam.

And we may still have a way of finding her.

[Michael Narrating] Most high-rises
set up their phone systems...

floor by floor, with
switches called I.D.F. 's.

They make maintenance easy
and help manage call traffic...

but they're also vulnerable.

Splice a line into the switch,
and you can make all the calls you want...

and no one will ever know
you picked up the phone.

Sam, you think your girlfriend
can pull the phone records...

of all calls made from this floor
in the past week?

You got it, brother.

I don't care how big you are in Japan.

You grope another one of my employees...

and so help me, I will toss you out
on your skinny-jean, rock star ass.

[Beeps]

Hey, baby.
[Chuckles]

- Yikes.
- Sorry. I'm just in no mood.

Here. Phone records you asked for.

Aw, thanks, sweetie. Mmm.

Now don't take this wrong,
but, uh, you seem a little tense.

Something going on?

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Elsa?

- It's my son.
- Evan?

Well, have a seat. Tell me about it.

What'd he do this time?

Things have been bad since I cut him off.

He started calling again this week,
begging for money.

- I told him no.
- Good for you.

Yeah, well, my housekeeper just called.

Apparently he showed up at the house
acting all crazy.

She said he stole
my diamond tennis bracelet and ran off.

Uh, how much we talking about here?

10,000. It's not about the money.

I just want to know
what he's gotten himself into.

Well, uh, I could talk to him, but, um...

Oh, if you could, that would be amazing.

Yeah, I got this thing
with Mike I gotta do though.

Okay. I'll do it... real fast.

It's not that I don't love
doing you a solid, Sam.

- It's just I told Mike I'd help with the Rebecca thing.
- And we will.

We get the bracelet, see what
the jackass is up to and call it a day.

Okay. So what's this kid's deal,
this, uh, Evan, is it?

Well, he's your typical
rich kid screwup, you know?

If he's not partying,
he's in the back of a squad car.

- Runs with a rough crowd.
- Which is why I'm here?

Exactly, so get your game face on.
He could be squirrelly.

Come on! Open up!

- [Evan] Who is it?
- Sam Axe.

Oh, yeah.

You're the guy who leeches
off my mom, right?

- What do you want?
- You know what I want! Where's the bracelet?

- Hey! Yo! This is breaking and entering.
- Go ahead and call the cops.

They probably already know your address.

- Nice luggage. You heading out of town, Evan?
- It's none of your damn business.

Look, I don't have time for this.
You guys gotta bounce.

- I'm serious. Go!
- Yeah, we'd love to.

- Hey!
- But first you're gonna tell us...

why you've been lifting
$10,000 tennis bracelets from your ma.

I told you. It's none of your business.

Give him a little twist, Sam.

Ow! Ow! Okay. Okay.

There's this guy, all right?
A guy who's gonna be looking for me.

I owe him money... a lot of money.

[Groans] Geez!

- This guy got a name?
- Morris something.

I know him from the clubs.

A loan shark? Boy, that's just perfect.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

My mom canceled my credit cards.

Here.

Take the bracelet.

Tell my mom I'm sorry, but I gotta jet.

Wait, why do you still have this
if you owe the guy money?

- It's a long...
- [Vehicle Approaching]

That's him! Th-That's Morris and the guys.

- You guys have to hide! Hide!
- We have to hide?

Yeah, hide! Yeah!
Right over there. Go, go, go, go, go.

Okay, okay.

Hey, Sam. Before I forget...

Thanks for bringing me in on this, man.

Hiding from God knows who
in a musty-ass room...

is exactly how I like
to spend my lunch hour.

Okay, I owe you one.

Now be quiet. I'm trying to hear.

- [Man] Open up, Evan.
- [Evan] Hey.

[Man #2]
There's the little son of a bitch.

You can't return my calls?

Evan, are you taking a vacation?

No, man! No, no, no.
It's not like that. Please, let me...

You know, I try to be fair.

I try to be patient.

I'm a decent enough guy.

I asked you to do a simple thing:

Put a team together to heist my truck.

Did he just say "heist"?

I heard that you tried to pay Rick
and Black Pete with a tennis bracelet.

- Brilliant.
- Yeah, technically, they turned me down...

- but here's the thing.
- No, here's the thing.

You let me down, Evan. You failed me.

And that's just not okay.

Now Jimmy's gotta get involved.
Evan, meet Jimmy.

No, no. Seriously! You've
got this all wrong.

I got an angle here.
Just hear me out. Just listen.

No, I think I've listened enough.

Damn. We gotta go in.

[Evan] I'm gonna get you your truck.
I swear to God.

I got a team together, just like you said.

Yeah? Where are they? At the "Y"?

- [Laughing]
- No, they're in the den!

They're right there in the den...
Right there.

- Is this the den?
- Yeah, I think this is the den.

He said we're his team. What the hell
are we supposed to do with that?

Well, I'll be damned.
Young Evan finally came through in the end.

Get up. Introduce us to your friends.

Yeah.

[Arpeggiated Chords]

Well, it's about time, ladies.
Are we stealing a truck or what?

Who are you?

I'm Eric. That's Chuck. Who are you?

Yeah, hey, what's this job exactly?

I can't wait to hear what the little
mastermind signed us up for, huh?

Better if I show you. Come on.

We're taking a field trip.

[Michael] Hey, Fi.

Just got off the phone with Sam.

Sounds like his little errand
is taking longer than expected.

- You find something?
- Look at this...

Someone from this floor
made a call to a print shop...

- in Hialeah at 2:30 in the morning.
- Hmm.

Last time I called a print shop at 2:30
in the morning, it was for fake I.D.'s.

You think that Rebecca
ordered a set before skipping town?

Worth checking out.

What are we waiting for?

[Michael Narrating]
When you're preparing equipment...

for an unknown tactical situation,
more is better.

You need a range of weaponry
of different sizes and calibers...

so that you're ready for anything
from close combat to a full-on gun battle.

Most important of all is body armor.

A good lightweight Kevlar vest
can be concealed under clothing...

and will stop stabbing attacks,
slashing attacks...

and almost any round short of a.50-cal.

It doesn't guarantee
you'll survive a surprise attack...

but it's a hell of a lot
better than nothing.

I just need to load some beanbag rounds,
and we're good to go.

No. When we shoot, we shoot to kill.

Music to my ears.

[Squeals]

[Chattering]

All your jobs come with such nice scenery,
or we just get lucky?

The only scenery
you need to worry about is over here.

You see that nightclub?

Right next to that
nightclub is a big rig...

and you're going to steal that for me.

- What's in the truck?
- I sold 100 cases of tax-free Dom to the club owners.

That's 200 grand worth of champagne,
give or take.

The scumbags stiffed me on the payment.

And I hate to look like a schmuck,
so I want it back.

Oh, one other thing you should know.

They've got a few of Miami's finest
on the payroll.

Which is why you want us to get it
instead of your goon squad.

I don't know, man.

Eight-foot fence,
guys out front, security cameras.

- I'm... I'm not loving this.
- That's too bad, because if you don't do this...

Jimmy's gonna get the crowbar out again.

This time it's gonna be a big mess.

Okay. I can distract
the hard-asses out front...

so you guys can sneak onto the lot...

but figuring out a way to get past those
security cameras is gonna take some time.

Time we should be spending helping Mike.

Hey, kid. Tell me something.

- Why did Morris hire you for this job anyway?
- What do you mean?

What I mean is, why trust a numskull...

to steal 200 grand worth of merchandise?

Doesn't make sense.

Okay.

When my mom cut me off,
I couldn't afford my car anymore...

so I kind of got good at hot-wiring other cars...
like, really good.

Now I'm kind of known for it
around South Beach.

So add "master car thief' to the resume.
Your ma would be so proud.

- I always bring 'em back.
- Oh, so that makes it all good?

You are such a jackass!

Hey, man, how about you bring the
rage down, like, two notches?

Guys! Guys! Am I mistaken, or do we have
an hour to get this truck?

Can we cut the crap?

Now put on your thinking caps
and help me figure this out.

So this is where an assassin on the go
shops for a fake passport. Quaint.

Oh, God. I have missed that sound.

- Shall we?
- Wait, Fi. Look at the windows.

The place is like a steel cage.

Well, you know,
I think I have some C-4 in here somewhere.

- Voila.
- Fi, we need to get in quietly.

If Rebecca hasn't picked up the I.D.'s yet,
she could be close by.

Or she could be 10,000 miles away by now.

We're playing catch-up as it is.

- There's no time for half measures, Michael.
- Then we better move now.

- Help!
- [Fence Rattles]

- I need some help here!
- [Fiona Moans]

- [Fence Rattles]
- It's okay, honey.

Can you help us, please?

- Can't you read? We're closed.
- I'm sorry.

My cell phone died.
My wife is sick. Can I use your phone?

I'll call the ambulance.
Y'all just stay right there.

- Honey, my blood sugar.
- She's diabetic.

She's going into hypoglycemic shock.

The ambulance will never
make it here on time.

Please, she needs to eat some...

Honey, it's gonna be all right.
He has doughnuts.

You have doughnuts. It's okay, honey.
You're gonna be all right.

Can we have one of your doughnuts, please?

I don't open this door for nobody.
Sorry. No exceptions.

What are you talking... I'll give you $10.

Twenty dollars?

You know, um, Mercy Hospital's,
like, nine miles from here.

Look, I've got $50.

That's all I got for a
lousy jelly doughnut.

Mister, you got yourself a deal.

Great. It's okay, honey.

This kind man's gonna help us.

- [Fiona Moans]
- Ow!

[Groans] Hey!

Come on, what are you doing?

Suddenly, I'm feeling much better.

Oh, look who we have here.

Everything but a library card.

- When's the last time you saw this woman?
- Couple days ago.

She said she wanted the deluxe package.
I-I told her it'd take a week.

You're gonna call her
and tell her you finished early.

Then you're canceling
the rest of your appointments today.

Hold on. I can't just cancel
on my-my clients last minute.

I work for dangerous people...
people with guns.

Oh, well, we have guns too.

And we are a lot more dangerous
than your clients.

I promise.

You may not be a diabetic,
but you are one sick lady.

- You gonna make the phone calls or not?
- Give me the damn phone.

- [Brakes Squeal]
- [Hip-hop On Stereo]

Not bad, right? Got it at the mall.

Some dickhead illegally parked
in a handicap space.

- It's like, who does that?
- Yeah, you're a real defender of the community.

- The hell, man?
- Hey. Hey.

This is about to happen, gentlemen, okay?

I'm gonna go distract
the pissed-off club owners.

You two better play nice and get this done.
I'm serious.

Don't sweat it. We'll work
together like Butch and Sundance.

- Right, kid?
- Who's that?

In one minute,
the power to those cameras goes out.

You two are doing a 100-yard dash.

- Stretch out those hammies.
- [Car Door Opens]

- [Evan] So now we wait.
- [Sam] Yep.

So, kid, let me ask you something.

Why you always giving your ma hell?

- Oh, you wouldn't understand.
- Try me.

Well, when my dad died, she...

she just became all obsessed
about me taking over the family business.

She made me work at the hotel,
sent me to Yale.

- You went to Yale?
- I didn't say I finished.

You know, she just...

She kept pushing me to be this guy
in a suit, and I'm not my dad.

You know, I work better with my hands...
like on cars, you know?

I was just never good enough for her.

See? I knew you wouldn't get it.
Never mind.

You might be surprised, kid.

Okay, game time.

Jesse should be doing his thing...

right about... now.

[Tires Screeching]

[Man] Hey!

Yep! That's our cue.

- Oh!
- [Men Chattering]

[Groaning]

Check it out, man.

Oh, great!

- Who was it... Oh!
- What's up with this fool?

Who's the comedian?
Was it you, chuckles? You know what?

We'll see who's laughing when you're
doing a nickel in Starke Prison.

How about that, fancy britches?

[Men Chattering]

- You need to calm down, man.
- What the hell's going on out here?

- I take it you're in charge of this establishment?
- Yeah. Tell me what's going on.

I'll tell you exactly.
I'm driving by, minding my own business.

One of your knuckleheads from the peanut
gallery over here threw a rock at my car.

It startled me. I swerved, I lost control,
and I slammed into that thing.

Yo, that's crazy.
This dude was driving like a maniac, KC.

Oh, you're gonna blame the victim!
You're a liar, sir!

- You're a liar!
- Hey, hey, hey. Watch your tone, bro.

I suggest you go back to your car,
you call a tow truck.

Listen, I am not going anywhere and waiting
for anything until somebody fesses up.

I will have the cops
fingerprint every rock on this street.

- Look, man...
- Every rock on this street!

Come on, kid. Let's go. Let's go.

- Dude, kind of trying to focus here.
- [Engine Starts]

- Ah. Like I said, it's a gift.
- Shut up and drive.

Hey!

Hey!

- I'm calling 911 right...
- Enough, all right?

Get the hell out of here while having a
busted ride is still your biggest problem.

- You feel me?
- Let me explain something to you.

Okay, fine.
Yeah, I'm leaving. This is not over.

Hey, KC!

- KC. They jacked the truck. Some
dudes jacked the truck. - What?

Oh, hell, no.
That dude's with them! He's with them.

- Hey, you.
- Get him, man.

[Tires Screeching]

Would you relax? You're freaking me out.

Jesse should be here by now.

Well, I'm sure he's fine.

He's probably just stuck in traffic.

[Engine Rattling]

Okay, what the hell was that?

Those club guys just lit
me up with MAC-10s.

They did that over some stolen champagne?

No. You don't hose a guy down
in broad daylight...

because you lost a few cases of bubbly.

- So why'd they go all Wild West?
- We're about to find out.

Okay.

[Sam]
Oh, you got to be kidding me.

[Evan]
Whoa, that's not champagne.

[Jesse] We got pill presses, beakers,
toxic chemicals by the barrel.

No champagne!
This is an M.D. M.A. Lab on wheels.

Oh, that's just great.

We just stole everything you need...

to make four or five million bucks'
worth of ecstasy.

You jackass! I can't believe
we let you drag us into this!

Hey! I warned you to lay off me.

Or what? You're gonna throw a punch?

Go for it, 'cause you'll probably screw
it up, just like everything else.

- [Groans]
- [Jesse] Hey!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Break it up.

Break it up. Enough!

You think Morris is gonna let us
just walk away from this, you idiots?

- [Tires Screeching]
- [Jesse] Oh, crap. Bad news, fellas.

He's here. Here he comes.

Yeah, with a boatload of his guys
to mop us up.

- Kid, you're driving.
- Sam, I'm staying back here. Give me a phone.

- I need a phone.
- Come on. Go, go, go!

[Michael Narrating] The tough thing
about setting up an ambush...

in a place of business is that it only
works if the business is still running.

Usually, that means getting the cooperation
of some very unhappy business owner...

setting your team up
someplace out of sight...

and waiting for the target to arrive.

You thinking about your brother?

My mom still hasn't called me back
since I told her he was dead.

She blames me for what happened,
and she's right.

It's not your fault, Michael.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Listen to me.

Rebecca could be here any minute...

and Nate would want us to give her
a proper welcome.

When she comes, you promise me
you let me handle her.

- Don't start that.
- I don't want anything to happen to you. Promise me.

Guys? We got a problem.

- [Buzzer Sounds]
- Who's that?

It's Bobby. He's a client.

I thought we told you to cancel all
your appointments. I warned you.

I called him.
He must not have checked his voice mail.

Get rid of him... now.

Hey, Bobby. I can't see you today.
Um, something came up.

- What the hell you talking about?
- Your order ain't ready...

so, um, you know, just go away,
and l-let me do my work.

I'm serious. Just come back tomorrow.

Hey, hey.
I got a bail bondsman on my ass.

I need that new driver's license now.
I ain't leaving without it.

Now open the damn door, Warrick!

Bobby, you just walked
into a bad situation.

You want to walk out of it,
you come back tomorrow.

That supposed to be a threat, Dixie Cup?

- No.
- [Gun Cocks]

- This is. Leave.
- Whoa. Whoa, man. Okay, man. All right.

- Don't shoot, all right?
- Put your hands down!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll go. Just stop...
- Michael, that's her.

- Damn it.
- Take it easy, man.

The first and most important decision...

when you're pursuing a target is whether
your goal is to capture or to kill.

Of course, just because you've decided you
don't want a chase to end in bloodshed...

doesn't mean your target
feels the same way.

- [Groans]
- Once someone uses force, the game changes entirely.

- [Groans]
- When you know peaceful capture isn't an option...

you have to take the
target down immediately...

and if you miss the chance...

you may not get another one.

In any tactical situation
where you're outnumbered and outgunned...

it's essential not to let fear or panic
push you into making the first move.

In combat, the defender
usually has the advantage...

although that can be hard to remember...

when you have a dozen men
with high-caliber weapons on your tail.

Okay, kid, get ready.
They're about to make a move.

I hate this, like, so much.

Okay, here they come.

- Right! Right! Right!
- Oh, God!

[Tires Screeching]

Okay, left. Left, left!

- I can't take this anymore, man.
- Keep your eyes on the road!

No, we gotta pull over!

You stop this truck, I'll shoot you myself.

Please, man! We have the stuff.
Maybe we can negotiate with them.

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- Th-That's him. That's Morris.

Yo, this is really messed up.

Kiddo, seems like you're taking a
bad situation and making it worse.

We looked in the back. We know.

That I'm growing my business
in new and exciting ways?

That's okay.
I know you can keep your mouth shut.

All I want is my truck back.

Give it back to me, and I'll let you walk.

- How do I know you're not just gonna kill us?
- Kill you?

If I wanted to kill you,
we'd be shooting at you right now.

Yeah, hey, this is Chuck.
I think I know why you're not shooting.

- You don't want to hit that shiny new drug lab of yours.
- Well, you're half right.

All I want is my truck back in one piece.
Now just be reasonable.

There's a turnoff about a mile up the road.

No, see, I want to meet you in a very
public place, if that's okay with you.

Someplace we can take a nice group photo
and send it to all of our friends...

so you don't get the idea
to kill us all later.

Give me back my truck right now, or I will cut
out your livers and stuff them down your throat!

- [Beeps]
- So much for negotiating.

- What now?
- I'm gonna see if Jesse can give us some breathing room.

[Cell Phone Rings]

- Yeah, what's the latest, man?
- Yeah, hey, tried to talk to Morris...

but that's not gonna fly.

You got anything back there
you can use to get this guy off our ass?

Um, got some road flares.

I have some, uh, hydrogen bromide... and...

Oh, hello.

Got a whole bunch of diethyl ether.

Nice. Can you whip something up?

Yeah. Make sure the kid
keeps the truck steady...

- or we're gonna be the ones that go boom.
- Got it.

[Michael Narrating]
There's a reason bomb makers are fussy...

about their work spaces.

When a stray spark or dropped beaker
could end more than just your career...

you take every precaution
to operate in a safe, stable environment.

Of course, when you're in the field,
you don't always get what you want.

So if you need to build improvised
explosives in the back of a moving truck...

you keep your head down,
you stay focused...

and you pray that nothing blows up
before it's supposed to.

What the hell is he doing?

[Tires Screeching]

Back off, you moron!

[Evan]
I think they're giving up.

Hell, yeah! We did it. We did it.

No, kid, we did not do it.
They're just pulling back to regroup.

What, so all that was just,
like, a stall play?

- [Phone Beeping]
- Why-Why did we even bother?

Because now we have time
to call in reinforcements.

- Hey, Sam.
- Yeah, Mike, it's me.

Uh, listen. This is a little awkward.

Remember when I said I didn't need you
to help on that thing with Elsa's son?

- Yeah. You changed your mind?
- That would be a yes.

I got a truck full of drugs and some
angry guys with guns in the rearview.

We're on it. Where are you?

Uh, we're about 20 minutes out of town.

- I'm thinking you could set up on Pelican Road.
- Yeah, you got it.

- Give me your gun.
- But you could hit the chemicals in the...

I pay you to talk, or to do what I say?

You're the boss.

Sam, look.

- Whoa, he's shootin'!
- Sam?

He's shootin' at us!
You said he wouldn't shoot at us.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, scratch that, Mike.

We're not gonna make it back to Miami.

We need a new plan.

And we need it fast.

We're pushing "E," man.

Mike, we got about 15
miles left on this tank.

Then we gotta deal
with 10 angry guys and guns.

[Michael] Sam, what exactly are they doing?
Are they approaching at all?

Are they firing?

No, they're hanging back
like a couple of sharks...

but that's gonna change
the second they see us pull over.

- Where are you?
- We're coming up Route 5, near Tobias State Park.

The club owners you stole the truck from...

- You said they work with dirty cops?
- Well, yeah. Why?

Because you're gonna need more backup
than Fi and I can give you.

Mike, those club guys are armed to
the teeth, and they're mad as hell.

Well, that's what I'll be counting on.

Go to the old cement plant outside Doral.

- Okay. And?
- Try to hold Morris off until all of us get there.

We'll do the best we can, Mike,
but you might want to hurry.

[Chattering]

Here. Take this.

Fi, I need to convince them I'm a cop.

Cops don't carry machine pistols.

Michael, there's no way
I can cover you from here.

If I don't sell this,
a machine pistol's not gonna save me.

All right. Have it your way.

Fi, remember.

Sam will be running
for the road near the woods.

I'll be there.

Go have fun.

- What do you want?
- I need a word with your boss.

- He's busy.
- Too busy for his new best friend in the Miami P. D?

Trust me, he'll need to hear
what I have to say.

Wait here.

All right.

- I'm waiting.
- Mm-hmm.

Yo, you 5-O?

Well, if you got a problem, call Alvarez.

Alvarez kicks back up to me,
just like the rest of your pocket cops.

- Who are you?
- I'm Internal Affairs. My name is not important.

It's all the same.
I'm gonna need to see your badge.

I need you to shut up and listen to me!

- Are you crazy or something?
- No, you're the one who's crazy.

You're the one standing around...

after letting your truck get stolen
from your parking lot.

You know, the one with
the ecstasy lab inside?

- How do you know about that?
- It is my business to know...

and if this gets out, we all go down.

Relax, y'all.

Now there's a report
of a runaway truck in Doral.

My guys tracked it down.

You need to get your guys over there
and clean it.

Hey, ain't that what I pay you pigs for...
to clean up messes?

No, you pay us to leave you alone.

Now if you don't
take care of this right now...

you're gonna have every badge in Miami
banging on your door.

Now let's get on this.

Y'all heard the man. Mount up.

- [Men Chattering]
- Let's go, y'all. Let's go.

Come on. Make it happen.

[Exhales]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Okay.

Where are they?

Just focus on the ether, kid.

Jimmy, the trees. Go.

Incoming, Sammy.

[Men Clamoring]

Go! Get back!

- We can do this all day, Morris.
- [Morris] Stay back!

We cannot do this all day.

- How are we doing on flares?
- Running low. How about bullets?

- Even lower.
- [Exhales]

It's time to start thinking about
what happens if Mike doesn't show up.

Give me a gun. I'm serious.

- What?
- This is on me.

My screwups got us into this mess.

So I'll hold 'em off. You guys run.

You guys don't deserve to die.

Please. You're gonna get your ass shot off
in about two seconds.

- But for what it's worth, thanks.
- [Cell Phone Chirps]

Oh, thank God. It's Mike. He's almost here.

Okay, back to plan "A."

- You ready to do this?
- Do we have a choice?

Okay, look. I'll do the talking.

You just gotta put one foot in front of the other.
Give me your lighter.

Here goes nothin'.

Hey, Morris! We want to talk.

- So talk.
- Look, you can have the truck.

- We just want to walk away.
- Get ready to waste 'em, boys.

Okay, Chuck. Go ahead.

Yeah, but, uh, the thing is, uh...

we got a whole lot of ether here.

So you shoot me, this drops on the ground and
they find pieces of your truck in Orlando.

Dang it!

All right, boys. Put your weapons down.

Okay. Beat it.

Hey! Guns down. Guns down.

Okay, guys. Maybe a little...
little faster would be kind of good.

They'll be coming soon. Let's move.

They won't get far in that brush.

Jimmy, grab a few guys and go hunt 'em down.
Burn the bodies.

Don't worry, boss. We got 'em. Let's go!

- [Chattering]
- There they are!

Damn it. Come on.

- [Morris] Make sure there's no spills.
- There it is.

There's boxes over here. Let's see you guys
do something, for God sakes...

other than staring at me.

Morris? Oh, hell, no.

Go settle your business, do it quick,
and don't make a big scene.

- Then we're all good?
- You wrap this up clean...

it'll be like it never happened.

Make sure everything is in order.

I want this truck in my
warehouse in an hour.

Am I speaking English? Let's move.

- Hey, Morris!
- KC! I know this looks bad.

Yeah, because it looks to me
like you stole my truck.

- [Guns Cock]
- Are we really gonna do battle?

Well, it wouldn't be much of a battle.

I count seven guys on your side
with guns in their hands.

I'm rolling 13 deep with MAC-10s.

So how do you propose we...

You shut your damn mouth.

All right. Everybody else, listen up.

You can put your guns down now,
just walk away...

or you can hang out here
and get what's coming to Mr. Morris.

Either way, you got five seconds.

- [Man] You heard him. Put your guns down.
- Five.

Four.

Shoot him! Shoot him, damn it!

Three.

What are you doing?
What are you morons doing?

Don't you walk away!

[Machine Gun Fire]

What the hell was that?

We gotta get back. Let's go!

- Who do you think that was?
- Guess.

Come on, kid.
Our ride's waiting. We gotta get you home.

Relax. You're freaking me out.

It's just, you know, it's been...
been so long.

I don't know what to say to her, man.

Well, look at it this way.

You've already been shot at today,
so how much worse can this be?

[Elsa] Are you kidding me?

A truck full of drugs?

What the hell did you
get yourself into this time?

Now, there's plenty of
time to go over that.

Now, baby, I know you've got things
to get off your chest, and so does Evan...

but, uh, first things first.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I don't even know what to say.

Well, that's funny, 'cause neither did he.

That's why I brought this.

Meet my friend... El Ojo del Diablo.

I met him when
I was chasing Noriega around Panama.

Now, they have a tradition
in the villages down there.

When there's a fight,
both sides lock themselves in a room...

and they drink this until they're bonkers.

It helps them move
right past their differences.

So, you two are gonna spend
some quality time together...

and nobody is leaving until
every drop is gone.

Understood?

Great. Salud.

Ohh.

You're welcome.
[Claps Hands, Laughs]

[Both Groan]

[Cell Phone Ringing]

- It's my mom.
- [Beeps]

Hey, Mom. We stopped by the house.

We brought you some food, but you were out.

- So we left it in the fridge.
- Thank you, Michael.

Are you okay?
[Stammers]

I think we should talk.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

[Clicks]

She just needs some time, Michael.

Fi.

[Mouths Word]

[Rebecca Sighs]

Hope you're not gonna
ask me to raise my hands.

What the hell are you doing here?

Besides bleeding out on your floor?
I'm here to tell you that I give up.

[Michael]
You think it's that simple?

- You just kill my brother, and...
- I didn't kill your brother, Michael.

Really? Who did?

I don't know.

I didn't trust the C. I.A.
To leave me alone.

I know it looks bad,
but I just wanted to disappear.

Disappear? Disappear
before you killed Anson?

[Groaning]

I wanted to kill him more than
anybody on the planet, but I didn't.

Convince me.

I was still in Florida when he died.

I can tell you every restaurant I ate in,
A.T. M. I used...

and security camera
that would have caught me on tape.

You could have hired someone
to pull the trigger for you.

You think I'd hire
some random hitter to kill Anson?

I just wanted to find my brother
and live the rest of my life in peace.

You're not buying this, are you, Michael?

You don't have to believe me.

Shoot me if you want,
but I'm not gonna run from you.

We're either good or we're not.

You decide.

Go.

And, uh...

I am sorry for your loss.

I hope you find the son of a bitch
who pulled the trigger.

[Acoustic Guitar.
Arpeggiated Chords]

[Whispering]
Michael, it's time.

[Man] I still hear you calling

When sleep is escaping me

I still hear you farther along

We dance through the evening

You feather around my toes

I still hear the words you plead

By my side

Walk with me

Make this well

By my side

I see you in waking

A ghost in the window shade

My lover, the form you take

By my side

By my side

[Ends]