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 ex-girlfriend-- - Should we shoot them?
an old friend who used to inform on you to the F.B.I.--
You know spies. Bunch of bitchy little girls.
- Family too-- - Hey, is that your mom again?
- if you're desperate. - Someone needs your help, Michael.
Bottom line: As long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.
[ Michael Narrating ] For spies, top secret clearance is just the beginning.
S.C.I.-- the right to view sensitive compartmentalized information--
is reserved for the most trusted people...
in the intelligence community.
That kind of access comes with fewer constraints,
limited oversight...
and a frightening ability to do real harm.
I'm getting a little jealous of that badge.
I remember when you couldn't keep your hands off me.
Waited years to see my name on this again. Now that it finally is--
A psychopath blackmails you into using it...
to destroy files in the C.I.A.'s computer system.
And when I do this,
Anson Fullerton goes back to being a ghost.
I don't want you doing anything for that man.
If I don't do this, Fi,
you'll spend the rest of your life in jail for something you didn't do.
You think he's just gonna hand over the evidence he has on me?
He'll keep forcing you to do his bidding. There is no end to this.
That is a possibility, but right now I don't have much choice.
Well, I'm not willing to throw in the towel yet.
Can you call Anson, tell him you need to meet?
For what?
Make up a reason.
But if you can get him away from his car,
Sam and I can plant this tracker.
We can follow the rat back to his nest.
Anson's not gonna hide blackmail material under his pillow.
Well, maybe we get lucky and he does.
It's too risky for a "maybe."
It's even riskier to do nothing.
We can't win if we don't play.
Eighteen bucks for a Mojito.
I mean, what kind of a tourist trap is this?
[ Fiona ] A tourist trap with a good view of Michael's meeting place.
[ Sam ] You're wishing that was a sniper rifle, aren't you?
Can you think of anyone who deserves a bullet more than that soulless bastard?
Well, for now, let's just stick to finding out where he lives.
Okay, here he comes. Break a leg, Fi.
Michael, you look tired.
Laboring on my behalf, I presume?
We better walk and talk. Can I buy you a lemonade?
You haven't answered my question.
It's a little delay.
A delay?
You have the official access and the tools to erase my name from that file.
Why isn't it done? Clearance is being held up.
It shouldn't be long, but-- No.
What do you mean, "No"?
There's a great sentence in your psych eval.
It says, "Westen is particularly skilled at social engineering,
creating rapport with targets and steering them towards an objective."
I know your moves better than you do.
I don't know what you're planning, but I'm not gonna fall for it.
I can't see them. Am I clear?
[ Sam ] We're good. Mike walked Anson out to the dunes,
so, yeah, go for it. [ Exhales ]
Friday.
Have my name erased from those files by Friday,
or Fiona gets used to taking group showers.
Hang on, Fi. He's turned around. Get out of there.
[ Fiona ] No. There's still a way to do this.
He's headed to the bridge. He's gonna have to cross the light at Collins.
I'll catch him there.
[ Michael Narrating ] Stoplights are one of the worst places...
to approach a target trained in countersurveillance.
Without having to worry about driving,
their full attention is on their surroundings.
They can use their mirrors to pick up tails and check the area for surveillance teams.
But if you need to plant a tracker on someone who's on the move,
you have to go the extra mile.
[ Truck Brakes Hiss ]
[ Groans ]
[ Exhales ]
Don't try that at home.
[ Michael ] Anson's not stuck in traffic. He's making another stop.
All right. Good. Show us where you live, Doc. Come on.
[ Beeps ]
No.
Looks like he's just going to the dentist.
Well, Sam and Fi are on his ass. He's bound to go home at some point. Just relax.
Hey, Maddy.
Hey, Ma. What are you doing here?
I couldn't do this on the phone.
Do what? What is it?
It's Andre.
He was shot.
He's dead, Michael.
What?
When?
Last night.
Who's Andre?
He was my best friend since childhood.
[ Jesse ] Aw, Jesus.
How's Ricky?
His brother's dead.
He sounded like he was in shock.
He wanted to know if-- if you would come by.
[ Quiet Chattering ]
You boys looked so sweet back then.
It's easy to forget what little hell-raisers you could be.
You know, growing up,
Andre always thought of you two as family.
I am so sorry, Ricky.
I thought he was still in jail.
When did he get out? Eight months ago.
He kept saying he was gonna call you, but I guess he--
He never got around to it. It's okay.
We hadn't talked in a long time.
I know you two had your differences,
but you'd have been surprised.
I mean, Andre turned his life around.
I'm really glad to hear that.
It wasn't a hollow promise this time.
I mean, he was working in the community, trying to make a difference.
All he wanted to do was make his little girls proud.
Do the cops know who did this?
Honestly? They don't care.
They just figure Andre got back in the game and...
got killed for it.
But I know that is not true.
[ Madeline ] Andre made some mistakes,
but I've always known he had a good heart.
You should eat something, honey.
I'll make you a plate.
Ricky, if there's anything you need-- anything at all--
you don't hesitate to call me.
There is one thing. I need to talk to you for a minute.
Outside.
I found this burner in Andre's car.
He got five calls from a blocked number yesterday.
If we can figure out who made 'em, I think we find his killer.
Why didn't you give this to the police?
Come on, man.
Cops don't cut their coffee breaks short...
to find out who called a dead ex-con in Overtown.
I have a friend who can trace the blocked calls, but--
Are you sure you want me to do this? You might not like what we find.
Now, I know you gave up on Andre a long time ago, and I get it.
But I never did.
Now I just need to know the truth.
I'll look into it.
[ Michael Narrating ] The advantage of having a G.P.S. tracker on a vehicle...
is it allows you to stay close to your target without being seen.
Okay, Anson just turned left again. He's back on Biscayne.
Again? Yeah.
Guy's driving around in circles like he's Pac-Man.
He must be worried about being followed. Maybe he's finally going someplace important.
Okay. He just turned right.
Okay. He stopped. 4th and Elm. Fi, get there. Let's go!
The disadvantage of following someone without visual contact...
is that when they get out of their car,
you've got to catch up in a hurry or risk losing them.
[ Tires Squealing ]
There he is. Damn it.
Dollars to doughnuts he's heading home,
but there's no way to follow him without getting made.
Well, if we get a better vantage point, we won't have to follow him.
Oh, Fi, no. No, no, no. Oh, yeah.
- Oh, Fi-- Come on. Slow down. - You said you wanted to go faster.
Whoa, whoa! Van! Van!
Shut up! You're distracting the driver!
[ Tires Screeching ]
There he is. Three blocks, 11:00.
Now we know where the bastard sleeps.
Yeah, well, don't spike the ball just yet.
There's gotta be 300 units in that complex.
- We can't just knock on every door until we find him. - No, but it's a start, Sam.
[ Michael Narrating ] Whether it's espionage, international gunrunning...
or managing a local street gang, the preferred method of communication...
used by people involved in illegal activity is the burner phone.
Cheap and disposable, they can be used a few times then thrown away.
Which means if you're using one to trace someone,
you've got to move fast.
So, um, I had one of the techs at my firm...
trace the calls on your brother's phone--
That house right there, the white one.
-[ Michael ] Did you get a name? -No. No, the calls came from another burner.
Last one was about a half hour before...
Andre was, uh--
All right. Let's go find out who he was talking to.
Way ahead of you.
Figure I'll take the front, you take the back.
You got one for me?
Um--
I was thinking you should stay in the car. This is kind of a--
Whoever's in that house either killed my brother or set him up.
You don't know that for sure. That's why I'm going in.
Slow down.
There's a chance whoever's in there might know who you are.
Now you asked for my help. Trust me and stay back.
All right. Do your thing.
[ Michael Narrating ] It's a good idea to keep your initial contact...
with someone who might be dangerous nonthreatening.
You're a lot less likely to get shot at.
Miami Gas and Electric. We got a report of a leak in the area. Hello?
[ Hammer Cocks ]
[ Gunshots ]
Although just because something's less likely doesn't mean it never happens.
[ Grunts ]
Get the hell off me!
- I don't think so. - [ Panting ]
Dolly? What the hell are you doing here?
- You know her? - I thought you and Andre were friends.
- How could you-- Why did you kill my brother? - I didn't kill Andre!
- Why were you trying to kill me? - I didn't know who you were.
Who did you think we were?
- Who killed my brother? - I don't know!
I ain't telling y'all anything. Let me go!
Let's take a little ride.
I know you're not feeling chatty, but we need to have a conversation.
Y'all ain't cops.
I don't have to tell you a damn thing. No, we're not.
But we're happy to take you to them, along with this.
Come on, Dolly. We both know a convicted felon can't walk around with a gun.
You ready to go back to lockup?
Dolly, listen to me.
I promise none of this comes back on you.
I just want to know who killed my brother.
Dion Carver.
Dion's a gangster from the Magic City Overlords.
I guess Andre got back in the game after all.
No, no. Andre wasn't doing dirt.
He's been on the up-and-up since he got out of prison.
Y'all heard the shot caller of the Overlords got killed last month?
Yeah, well, the street's been hot ever since.
People pointing fingers, stirring up old beefs.
Andre said the only way to cool things down...
was to find out who really did it.
He figured out it was Dion and got killed for it.
You told Andre who did it?
How did you know it was Dion?
Dion and I sometimes--
You know, we see each other.
And one night he comes home covered in blood,
carrying two duffel bags.
He thought I was asleep.
I looked in the bags when he was in the shower.
I've never seen so much cash.
So Dion robbed and killed the leader of his own gang?
I told Andre what I knew.
I thought that I was helping,
and now Dion's gunning for me.
You can still help Andre.
First we need to find someplace safe for you.
Mike, what are you thinking?
I'm thinking we're gonna take down Dion--
like your brother wanted.
Seriously, Mike? You stashed Dolly at your mom's place?
Yes. Now can we borrow the Porsche or not?
Listen, Dolly knows everything we need to pin Dion for killing that gangster.
- She should be at the police station, spilling her guts. - No.
Dion and the O.G. he killed were like brothers. It'd be his word against Dolly's.
And the words of known junkies aren't worth much down at the precinct,
unless we can prove Dion had motive.
To do that, we need to get him out in the open with the stolen cash.
Now Dolly said he's gearing up for war. I already called.
Told him I have a friend selling heavy weapons. He is ready to meet.
Okay. Okay. Listen. I hate to rain on this parade.
Dion's not gonna make a million-dollar deal...
if there's a witness out there that knows how he got the cash.
We're gonna make the deal too sweet to say no.
Yeah, you hope, but saying that doesn't--
I turned my back on a friend.
And now he's dead.
I can't make that right, but I can take down his killer.
We're gonna get Dion to bring out the stolen cash,
and we're gonna take the cash and Dolly to the cops.
Now, I'm not asking you for permission.
I'm asking to borrow your car.
All right.
Under one condition-- I make the approach.
Mike, this is way too personal for both of you.
Ricky has to be there to make the intro.
Someone's gotta keep a level head.
I should be the one that goes in there with him.
All right, Jesse. You're in.
What's up, homeboy? [ Chattering ]
Wow.
Man! I'm still broke up about what happened to Andre.
He was like family to me, man.
You have no idea how much that means coming from you.
Who we got here?
Dion, this is Khalil,
the friend I was telling you about from Los Angeles.
What's up? You run guns?
I run security. You ever hear about a rapper getting busted on a yacht with a .50 cal,
you can probably blame my ass, okay?
- Let's just put it like that. - So what you got for me?
I'm glad you asked.
Hey! The man asked me a question. May I, please?
You got them trained. I like that.
It's a Desert Eagle.
It's the most powerful gun on the streets.
And it is a cap gun compared to what we're selling.
I'm talking U.S.A.S.-12's, R.P.G.'s, body armor,
night-vision scopes-- you name it.
We're calling it the, um--
The what? The Scarface Deluxe package.
And-- Oh, but wait. There's more. Everything half price.
What's the catch?
My dude wants to unload the whole shipment for a million.
And what am I supposed to do with a million dollars' worth of artillery?
Use your imagination, man. What, you arm your whole crew to the gills, you sell the rest.
How much an M-60 going for on the streets right now, Rick?
Let me see. Let me get out my little calculator.
Um-- Oh, a lot.
[ Chuckles ] You'll quadruple your profit, dog.
- Think about it. - You'll never make that slinging dope, D.
Why am I sitting here trying to convince this dude, Rick?
- I thought you said he was a player. - Hey!
Homeboy, this dude is standing right in front of you, and he the biggest player in Overtown.
Look, I get it. I see this all the time in the music biz.
Talented cats, spotlight comes on-- Pow!
He shrinks up.
Can't everybody handle the big time. It's all good.
Look, I'm sure you can get your hands on some MAC-10's,
maybe a couple street sweepers, but guess what.
So can everybody else you got a beef with.
I'm trying to provide you...
with the opportunity to separate yourself from the pack.
But I can see you ain't ready.
So have a nice life.
- I didn't say no. - All right.
Now, first off, I want a demonstration on what I'm buying.
And I want to meet your supplier.
And if it turn out that you're wasting my time, partner,
knowing Ricky ain't gonna help you.
You feel me?
Yeah. Yeah, I feel you, D.
[ Michael Narrating ] A tough reality of surveillance...
is that no matter how many hours you spend outside of a building,
you can't see through walls.
So if you want to learn which unit in an apartment complex...
your target is using without raising his suspicion,
you need to find someone else to go in for you.
College campuses are a great place to find...
a highly intelligent and enthusiastic workforce.
The student body may not get up before noon,
but they'll be eager to give you their free time--
if you can come up with a worthy cause.
Finally, we've been contacted by a group...
with an exciting proposal to fight corporate waste.
Guys, join me in welcoming environmental attorney Mr. Charles Finley.
[ Applause ] Thank you.
Thanks, Dakota.
You know, it's really heartening to see so many young people working to save the world.
But did you know...
that there are some wonderful opportunities to do some good right here in Miami?
For example, there are some condo complexes...
with carbon footprints that are larger than Sri Lanka.
- That's a country. - [ Laughing ]
Mr. Finley's firm is leading a class-action lawsuit against the Marina Parkway complex.
That's right, because they are the worst offenders...
of nonrenewable energy east of the Mississippi,
and for some reason they're getting tax breaks for being "energy efficient"?
Are you kidding me? We gotta put a stop to this.
So I need you to document every tenant in that complex...
so that we can calculate the ratio of power suckage to tenants on said properties.
We need volunteers to knock on every door,
on every window, on every gate.
We gotta get that information out.
It is time to hold the Marina Parkway accountable!
[ Man ] Yeah! All right! [ Applause ]
- I have a question. - Yes, sir?
I assume your firm will earn a third of the damages if you win.
Are we being paid for this canvassing?
What are you, kid, pre-law?
Listen, I don't know about you,
but the satisfaction of stopping an ice cap from melting...
or saving a nest of baby penguins...
is all the payment I need.
[ Murmuring, Applause ]
[ Door Opens ]
Hey, hey.
Where's Sam? Talk to him about coming to the deal?
No.
Um, Dion said it's a nonstarter if he doesn't meet the supplier.
- He'll meet the supplier-- me. - We covered this. You're not in the right frame of mind.
I've had plenty of time to get my head straight.
I'm not sending anyone else to scam a cold-blooded killer with a gun deal.
Besides, we got bigger problems.
Like what?
Like I can't get the guns.
What? Mike said it wouldn't be a problem.
Wishful thinking.
I don't have that kind of inventory,
especially since I've had to keep a low profile lately.
People, the wheels are in motion here.
This is happening. I can't just hit rewind.
We might not have to. Fi happens to know...
where one of her associates keeps his inventory.
So you want to steal the guns? No.
We'll sneak in, do the demonstration, sneak out.
Mm-hmm. Okay. Except that's crazy.
Doesn't mean it won't work.
All right, I'm calling Sam. We're definitely gonna need some backup.
[ Michael Narrating ] Like con artists,
spies sometimes find themselves in the unique position...
of selling things they don't actually own.
To close the deal, you just need a believable story...
and a lot of confidence.
Of course, when your cover I.D. is a weapons supplier...
who's crazy enough to deal with a murdering gangster,
it doesn't hurt to act a little crazy too.
I trust Khalil made it clear.
We have a very small window to make this deal happen.
I hear you're trying to make room for a new shipment, Mr. Turner.
But you don't move good product at half price just 'cause you want to clear floor space.
So tell me-- Why the rush?
You got me. [ Laughs ]
Chalk it up to a banking error-- as in my banker is dead.
Cash flow has been turned off,
and I've made certain promises to certain Colombians that must be kept.
[ Chuckling ] So, uh, if we're gonna make this deal happen, we just need to do it right now.
Show me what I'm buying.
Where do we begin?
Looks like Mike's doing okay in there.
Just wish he'd hurry up. He'll be fine.
You are supposed to have your eyes on the road,
make sure there are no surprises.
Feast your eyes on this.
U.S.A.S.-12 shotgun.
Take it for a test-drive.
- [ Men Shouting, Whooping ] - [ Man ] Damn!
You feel that? That is sexy, right?
[ Sam ] Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Okay, Fi, I got a silver 4x4 heading this way.
I thought you said no one would be here.
[ Fiona ] I can't control it if someone stops by the office on a Sunday.
That guy makes a surprise visit here, Mike and Jesse are dead. What the hell is that?
Gas grenade. I come prepared.
[ Brakes Squealing ] [ Beeping ]
Excuse me, sir. Can I talk to you a moment? Hey!
[ Explosion ] What the--
[ Coughing ]
Get out. Easy, fella. It'll be over soon.
What's going on? Whose truck is that?
[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ] Yeah?
[ Fiona ] Michael, you almost had a party crasher.
We stopped him, but we couldn't do it quietly.
My associate was just asking about that truck.
You better make up a good story.
Well, thanks. That is great news.
Well, just make sure the blast area is clear. [ Phone Beeps ]
Dion, I had that truck brought in for a little demonstration. [ Latches Clicking ]
Now... for the grand finale.
You can't truly appreciate an R.P.G....
until you have held it in your arms like your firstborn child.
Just imagine your enemies coming down the street for a drive-by,
and they don't know you got this in your arms.
Make it sing, baby. Make it sing.
[ Man ] That's what I'm talkin' about! We got a deal?
Let's just say I'm gonna need to stop by an A.T.M.
[ Michael Narrating ] Whether it's getting a bureaucrat...
to hand over state secrets...
or a gangster to bring out the stolen money that will get him busted,
spies know convincing people to take action...
when they don't want to is only half the battle.
The hard part is making them do it on your schedule.
Dion called. He needs a week to pull together the money for the deal.
A week? The man's sitting on a million dollars.
A million dollars that we need him to bring out for your plan to work.
He's stalling. He's just trying to buy time until he finds Dolly.
She's the only person who knows he stole the cash.
He'll want to kill her before he spends it.
We're not waiting around for him to hunt her down.
But what else can we do? He already heard the sales pitch.
[ Michael ] We need to make sure he knows he's got to act now.
Mike, you push him too hard, you could get killed.
That's why we need a backup plan just in case it gets ugly.
Jesse and I are gonna talk to Dion. Jesse's keys are gonna be bugged.
I need you and Fi close by, listening in.
You know the players in Dion's crew better than us,
so if you sense something going wrong, you can give me a heads-up.
I'll get my stuff.
Mr. Carver, when I said I needed this to happen now,
I meant right now!
I'm doing a deal tomorrow,
with you or without you.
What in the hell is that supposed to mean?
What, you talking to other buyers?
[ Scoffs ] This is a once-in-a-lifetime deal, dog. What?
What, you thought we wouldn't explore other options? Come on now.
I think you forgot to do your homework, dog.
The last fool who backed out of a deal on me-- he had a real nice funeral.
Hey, D.
Hey, man. Hector just called.
Somebody saw your girl on Rose and 5th.
Said she about to catch a fade, player.
- Really? - Yes, sir.
- Hey, Billy. - Yo.
Break out a bottle of Dom.
Oh, no.
What? What did they just say?
Hector is one of Dion's shooters.
Sounds like the gang just found Dolly.
She's supposed to be at Madeline's.
I guess she left. They said she was gonna catch a fade.
- "Catch a fade" means-- - She's getting shot in the head.
How do I get to the row? It's an alley at 5th and Jensen. Go!
[ Pops ] [ Snickers ]
You know how a banger from Overtown...
who was never the biggest or smartest even ends up in a place like this?
Vision.
That's great, but I don't need your champagne. [ Spits ]
I need a deal. Relax.
The last little obstacle to our business has been taken care of.
So, I'm-a do you one better than your deal, Mr. Turner.
A hell of a lot better.
[ Tires Screech ]
Uh-oh.
Dolly!
Hey, Ricky.
What happened?
I was feeling so bad. I just needed a fix.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna be fine.
Shh, shh. I'll tell 'em what I know.
I want you to save your energy now, okay?
I'm gonna--
Dolly.
Come on now.
Come on. Dolly!
[ Sirens Wailing ] Dolly, you stay with me, girl.
She's gone, Ricky. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She's gone.
Come on, Ricky. We got to get out of here.
Ricky, right now. We've got to go. Come on! Go.
Go! [ Sirens Wailing ]
[ Michael Narrating ] Part of being a good operative...
is knowing what to do when things go wrong.
If an entire operation depends on a single witness to a crime,
and that witness gets murdered, you've got a hard choice to make--
risk more lives or cut your losses while you still can.
I've got more bad news. Now that Dolly's out of the way,
Dion didn't just go for the deal.
He wants me to be his new weapons supplier.
So instead of going to jail, he's making a power play?
Without Dolly to tell the truth, he can make up any excuse for how he got the money.
Then he's got nothing to fear.
Jesse and I are meeting him at Stubby's tomorrow.
Now we're gonna tell Dion our shipment was delayed,
but we won't be able to keep up that charade for long.
Why go to the meeting at all? To buy you time.
You need to leave town tomorrow.
Andre's funeral is Thursday.
I know, but it won't be safe for you now.
Once the gun deal goes bad, Dion will come after you for setting it up.
Sam's working on a new I.D. Get whatever cash you can--
So Dion gets to walk around with a pile of cash...
and Andre's blood on his hands,
and I'm supposed to get on a bus with a fake name and some pocket change?
It's just until we figure out another way to take him down.
You said this would work! You gave me your word.
I'm sorry, Ricky. I am trying.
It's not your fault, Mike.
Just is what it is.
[ Slaps Table ]
Damn it!
[ Cell Phone Rings ]
[ Sam ] Hey, Fi. Finley's army came through.
Looks like the kids narrowed down the hunt for Anson to three condos.
Great. We'll figure out which one's his...
right after I drop off Ricky's get-out-of-town package.
[ Phone Beeps ] Hey, Fi.
I'm sorry things went bad.
You know it's just a bump in the road.
Here. Fake I.D., credit cards, new cell phone.
If I were you, I would head out west.
Can you do me a favor?
Tell Mike not to worry about making that meeting.
Well, of course he's going. He wouldn't leave you hanging like that.
You don't understand. He cannot go to that meeting.
It's not safe.
W-- What the hell are you talking about?
Just give him the message, please.
- Ricky, what do you need fertilizer for? - Just re-seeded the backyard.
Wire cutters?
[ Clears Throat ]
Kerosene.
Jesus, Ricky. You made a bomb.
Like I said, tell Mike to skip the meeting.
Screw that.
You can tell him yourself.
[ Michael Narrating ] As a spy, you get used to the idea...
that today's enemy could be tomorrow's friend.
Unfortunately, it also works the other way around. [ Chattering ]
Under the wrong conditions, your friends could turn into adversaries,
and the closer they are, the worse it is.
We're running out of time, Ricky. Where is the bomb?
I said no.
I'm sorry, but Dion's gonna get what he deserves.
[ Jesse ] Dion's not the only person in there.
Everybody in there has blood on their hands!
This isn't the right way, Ricky.
Oh, no? Well, it's the only way.
I take out all the Overlord shot callers in one go, maybe there'll be peace in Overtown.
You do that, you will only make it worse.
Dion shot Andre down like a dog. He left him in the street.
And I want him to pay as much as you do,
but don't let him turn you into a murderer.
Andre wouldn't want that, and neither do I.
So we just let Dion walk away?
No, you let me take care of this.
You trust me. I will take him down.
But you gotta tell me where the bomb is.
Ricky.
There's a storage room in the ground floor,
right under where they're meeting.
I snuck in through the alley in the back. There's a door there.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ] - Dion's calling me. What should I tell him?
- You tell him we're on our way. - Shouldn't we be defusing the bomb?
No. I don't want you to defuse it.
We're gonna make a tweak on it, use it to our advantage.
It's back there, right behind those boxes.
[ Beeps ]
I really think we should just turn this thing off.
Whatever Michael's planning, it won't work without an explosion.
This baby has to blow. We'll just do it without killing anyone.
There's enough nitrate in here to take out a city block.
Where'd you learn to do this, Ricky?
The Internet.
Don't quit your day job.
[ Michael Narrating ] A bomb's effectiveness...
comes down to two factors--
the amount of fuel mixture used and the location of the charge.
If you want to create the sensation of a big blast...
without the devastating effects, you need to reduce the explosives...
and place the charge in an open space instead of against a load-bearing wall.
Do it right, and your explosion will still have all the bark,
even if you take out most of the bite. She's ready.
Now, finally, these are the guys I've been telling y'all about,
the reason I called for this sit-down.
Now, it ain't no secret these are some tough times.
We lost our leader. Some of us have blamed each other.
Now, I wanna know who was behind it just as much as y'all do,
but you know what I want even more?
I want to put food on my table.
[ Murmuring ] And I want to stop losing corners to every gang in Miami.
Now, our enemies think the Overlords are weak now.
Shoot, they think we're so busy...
pointing fingers at each other that we can't handle our business.
Now I think it's time for us to set the record straight.
This is Khalil and Mr. Turner.
Thanks to these two, the Overlords have a new revenue stream.
Guns, fellas.
[ Cell Phone Vibrates ]
And now the only crew bringing more heat than us is the National Guard.
Uh, we have a problem. A "let's talk outside" kind of problem.
Man, are you crazy? I called this meeting.
I understand that. That's why you'll want to hear what I have to say.
All right, check it out, fellas. Me and my boy right here,
we gonna have a little chat, go over some of the finer points.
Now, Khalil-- He'll walk y'all through our first order.
We'll be right back.
Um-- Yeah.
Anybody here know anything about the U.S.A.S.-12 automatic shotgun?
All right.
You got your little private moment. Now what the hell's going on?
There's been a little snag.
My guy over at the A.T.F. says my warehouse is under surveillance.
We can't go near it.
This don't smell right. You trying to play me?
I'm sorry to put a damper on your day.
I'm the one whose entire inventory is off-limits.
I warned you what was gonna happen...
if you pulled out of the deal.
Oh, you don't-- you don't bel-- You don't believe me. Here.
Call this number.
It's the A.T.F. You call that. You ask for Agent Torres.
You say you're a concerned citizen.
All right. I'm-a call your bluff.
[ Hammer Clicks ]
[ Beeping ]
The moment of truth, Mr. Turner.
[ Beeps ]
[ Rings ]
- What the hell? - Dion, you just blew up Stubby's.
Let's go.
- [ Men Shouting ] - You all right, man?
[ Coughing ] Can't believe they just did that.
Did what? What the hell just happened?!
Are you an idiot?
They just tried to blow us up, man!
Turner tries to screw me out of my cut, and your boy Dion just made a play to run Overtown.
Nah.
Dion's crazy, but he'll never dis--
What, settle all his beefs in one shot? He just did.
What, you think he's lucky?
Walking out of here a minute before the place went boom?
He probably set it off with a cell phone or something.
It's true. All right, look, I saw Dion dial his phone right before the blast.
Dion's asking for a toe tag? I say let's give it to him.
- Hell yeah. - Hell yeah.
[ Clamoring ]
Oh, I see.
It's about Andre.
About you murdering him? Yeah.
What you gonna do, man? Shoot me?
Come on, Rick. You ain't got the stones, man-- Hey!
Shh!
I'm not gonna kill you, Dion. But your gang is.
They think you just tried to blow them up.
Come on, man. You crazy.
I'll tell them what really happened, they gonna be looking for you, playboy!
Why's that? His phone's not the one that triggered the bomb.
Cops can track things like that.
So what do you think your friends are gonna do when they find out?
Who do you think they'll come for?
Hey, Rick, I am so sorry, man.
It hurts me to my soul what I did, but--
Hey, hey, hey! I can make it up to you, man.
I can get you money.
Andre's little girls, man-- I'll set them up for life.
Anything you want! Shh!
I want my brother back.
Can you make that happen?
The only way you get out of this...
is to confess to Andre's murder.
Man, what, Rick? You think--
You think the Overlords can't find me in prison, man?
Man, you might as well shoot me now.
I won't last a day in there.
Not if you cut a deal. You give up what you know about the Overlords.
They'll put you in isolation, but at least you'll be alive.
It's more than you deserve. So, what's it gonna be, Dion?
Are we handing you to the cops or throwing you to the wolves?
Got a call from Sam's buddy over at the Miami P.D.
Dion made a full confession.
Flipped on his gang. He's in solitary for the rest of his life.
Wherever Andre is right now, I know he's smiling.
Mike--
[ Clears Throat ]
Thank you for talking me out of what I wanted to do.
I would have regretted it the rest of my life.
Don't mention it. I'm glad you pushed for answers on your brother.
I'm sorry I doubted him.
Do you boys remember the summer...
you took the engine out of my lawn mower and built a go-kart?
Andre drove that thing like a madman.
"No fear. No fear, Michael."
Except until he lost control and then took out that rosebush.
- Remember that? Yeah. - [ Madeline Laughs ]
Man had thorns in his eyelids.
Andre never told you that he came back a week later with an apology...
and a new rosebush.
He planted it all by himself.
[ Stammers ] Wait, you're not saying that, uh--
These are from Andre.
Told you.
He had a good heart.
Thank you, Mrs. Westen.
Okay, honey.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Michael Narrating ] Breaking into a trained operative's place...
is an extremely dangerous thing to do.
The consequences of getting caught range from jail time to death,
making it crucial to protect your team at all costs.
That's why it's best to schedule a break-in for a time...
when you're sure your target is going to be away from home--
ideally because they're meeting with you.
He just pulled up, Fi. You guys get in yet?
Just made it in.
You find anything, you call me.
Anson has gone out of his way to keep this place a secret.
- We'll find something. - [ Car Door Closes ]
Hey, Michael. I thought you'd be busy today.
Or am I already free and clear of the C.I.A. systems?
Not exactly.
Ooh. Maybe I overestimated your affections for Fiona.
I need to know before I go in there--
before I break into the C.I.A.'s computers for you--
I need to know that there's an end to this.
What do you want, a guarantee that everything's gonna be okay? Would that make you feel better?
That reminds me.
I had the most interesting conversation with your mom in one of our sessions.
It was touching, actually. Let's stay focused on the matter at hand.
Remember the time you poured all your dad's liquor-- I don't need to know about this.
Down the drain? You hated what happened when he drank. I don't need to hear about this.
And you thought you could fix it. Your heart was in the right place, but...
it didn't work out so well, did it?
No, it didn't. No, your dad went into a rage,
and your mom got the worst of it.
The point is, little Michael always thought he could fix things, and I admire that.
But at some point, you have to grow up. Right?
And you have to realize that, try as you may,
you can't keep your dad from beating your mom,
you can't save Nate from his demons...
and you can't prevent Max from bleeding out in your arms.
And now, as much as it hurts, you have to do something really terrible.
But don't worry, Michael. We're gonna get through this together.
[ Michael Narrating ] Whether it's a stray hair...
arranged to detect someone's opened a drawer...
or a cabinet booby-trapped with explosives,
skilled operatives know how to secure their hiding places.
So if you're searching a pro's home,
you can't just toss the place like a cop with a warrant.
If you don't find any measures taken to counter intruders,
that tells you something too-- usually that there's nothing worth finding.
No computer, no clothes hanging in the closet.
Why the hell does he come here?
[ Sam ] I think I know.
This.
What is that for? Free cable?
No, it's an antenna for a combat network radio.
The army uses them to encrypt transmissions in the battlefield,
so I'm thinking that Anson is relaying his signal...
from some government building's network.
So he does that, he can reach out to anywhere in the world. Uh-huh.
That's it? That's all that's here? A glorified telephone?
Well, at least if we know how he's sending his messages, we can intercept them.
Yeah. It's nothing that's gonna help Michael right now.
[ Michael Narrating ] Intelligence agency computers...
make use of the most sophisticated anti-hacking techniques on the planet,
but any system can be compromised...
if it's compromised from the inside.
Hackers know you can't put a drive into a computer port without it registering.
So if you need to sneak software into a system without leaving a trace,
you need to hide it in another accessory.
Wiring a thumb drive to the inner workings of a mouse...
gives you access without raising red flags after you're gone.
Sometimes betrayal is as easy as pushing a button.
[ Beep, Whirring ]
[ Computer Beeps ] But the hard part...
is being able to live with yourself after you've done it.