My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until-
- We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
When you're burned, you've got nothing-
no cash, no credit, no job history.
- You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. - Where am I?
Miami.
You do whatever work comes your way.
You rely on anyone who's still talking to you-
- a trigger-happy ex-girlfriend- - Should we shoot them?
an old friend who's informing 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: Until you figure out who burned you...
you're not going anywhere.
Whoa! Mike, easy.
- That'll kill you, you know. - Yeah, no kiddin'.
No, the bucket of trans fat you got there.
Did Veronica call you? 'Cause if you're taking her side on this whole cholesterol thing...
it's gonna put a serious strain on our friendship.
- No, you can binge in peace, Sam. - Yeah, well, thanks.
But that's not the only reason why I'm here, you know. I got a job offer.
Uh, here we go. Pete- one of my buddies from the SEAL teams-
he's got a lady who's got some problems.
She called him 'cause he's in Special Forces. But he's got this blood pressure thing...
so he called me.
- What do you say? - My plate's a little full, Sam.
What, you mean with this whole Philip Cowan thing?
Mike, you're doing armed sit-ups. I'm worried about you.
- I thought this might get your mind off it. - Cowan burned me.
Cowan sent someone to kill me. Now he dropped off grid.
- I need my mind focused on this. - All right. Fair enough.
- You mind if I run with this? The money's not bad. - No. Knock yourself out.
All right.
What's that?
- Well, it looks like your buddy Cowan finally made contact.
You want me to come with, back you up?
- Sure. Bring your bucket of fat. - I'll bring my chicken too.
Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, Sam. - Well, it's the witching hour.
- Looks like your buddy didn't show. - He wouldn't just not show up.
- He's watching. - You think?
Where do you think he would be?
I know where I'd be.
- What do you think he wants, Mike? - Think he wants to meet.
- So why not just meet? - He doesn't trust me.
Fair enough. I don't trust him.
The first step in dealing with a covert op...
is establishing a way to communicate privately, a code.
Could be a key-encrypted cipher. But, really...
all you need is a base of knowledge that you share.
He knows my entire career- falsified a good bit of it.
It shouldn't be too difficult for him to figure out a way to talk to me.
Ah, the mating dance of the spy.
It's a wonder spies ever get close enough to kill each other, isn't it?
- Oh, gotta go. - Veronica has you on a pretty tight leash, huh?
Hardy-har. I'm meeting with a prospective client.
Mike, buddy, you call me if you need anything.
Fiona, just keep doin' whatever it is you do.
Thanks for meeting me. I- I thought there were two of you.
Uh, yeah, usually, but my partner's on somethin' else right now. But it's fine.
So, um, Pete says you're having some trouble?
Uh, I'm a supervisor at S.X.G.
We build planes, satellites, weapons systems. Government contracts.
Been working there 10 years. It's a good job.
- Are you okay? - I-
Look, it's okay. I'm like a doctor or a lawyer.
Well, not a lawyer. But the point is...
you can tell me whatever you want, just between the two of us.
My friend Melissa-we work together. She was having an affair.
Her husband, Kent, is abusive, controlling.
The only time she has alone is at the office.
But to sign in guests, you have to have security clearance, so-
So you did her a favor.
Her boyfriend stole files...
took photos of them together in the building.
I'm the one who signed him in. I could lose my clearance, my job, go to jail even.
- He's blackmailing us. - What does this guy want from you?
I have to sign for packages, and Melissa smuggles them out.
Any idea what's in these packages?
They're from a subsidiary of S.X.G. in Turkey.
I checked one. It's- It's drugs.
- I don't know what kind. - Well, that part of the world, it's probably heroin.
There's another one coming in this week.
- I just want to get out. - I'll see what I can do.
I- I- I don't want help.
I- I want to keep my secret. I have to.
I don't want to get anybody in trouble. I'm not here to judge.
I've made plenty of mistakes myself, God only knows.
Listen. I was lonely.
And Dave was- I made a mistake.
I just- I want to put it behind me.
Okay. Dave-
Uh, Gillian was saying that you met this Dave at a bar.
Which one?
I don't know. I- I don't- I don't remember.
My husband's home. Come on, please. You have to go.
Okay. You know how to get ahold of me.
Don't worry about it. We'll just fill in the blanks ourselves, I guess.
Now, listen, when was the first time Melissa ever talked about her new friend Dave?
Mom? I got here as fast as I could. What's the problem?
I got a phone call, Michael. I was scared.
- Phone call? What kind of phone call? - It was for you. Some man.
He wouldn't leave his name or his number- nothing.
All he said was, "Van Buren Avenue," and then he hangs up.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Oh, it was probably just a friend.
That isn't how friends behave, Michael. All right?
The way he said it scared me.
Ow! Michael!
Ma? I lost my key.
Worried it was your friend?
Hey, Bro. You look tired.
Hey, Nate. You look clean. You shaved the ferret off your face.
So what couldn't wait, Ma? I had to walk out on a really big investor.
What do you mean by investor?
Yeah, a buddy of mine, he's got a process that recycles titanium golf clubs.
It's gonna totally revolutionize the golf club-
- Forget it. - Mom, why did you call Nate?
I called your brother too because I was scared.
What's goin' on here?
A strange man phoned here.
Michael won't tell me anything about him because it's all a big mystery.
It's just better if I don't get into it. Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
There's nothing to worry about. This man who called-he just wants to talk.
But you can't talk to us?
You know, in 20 years, Michael, I have never asked any questions.
But this is my home.
It's not like it's some war off in some country that I've never even heard of.
This-This is your family.
Oh, I know.
Okay. You can tell me.
Seriously, what's goin' on here?
Nate, I need you to watch Mom. It's just a precaution.
I need you to lay low for a while. Keep a low profile.
Don't leave the house. You can do that, right?
- Yeah. - Safety's off.
Course, I-you know, I will be taking time off work...
and I'll need to get some, you know, supplies...
in case things get dicey around here.
Recycled titanium, huh?
What is that, a name of a horse?
Well, Fiona.
Hey, how you doin'? Thanks for comin'.
Wow, you look great. Sit down.
- So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this invitation?
- Am I to be your new drinking buddy? - Ah- Yeah.
Uh, it's this job that I'm on- I need some backup.
And Mike's mind is pretty much on this whole Cowan business. So I thought-
Of me.
I thought of you. Yes, that's what I thought.
What's the job?
Well, it's a blackmail thing.
And one of the victims got spooked, so she's not saying where she met the bad guy.
But I think I got enough to put it together.
She met him out at a bar, and I have an approximate date.
- That's not much to go on. - I got a guy who's pulling her credit card statement.
Find the charge, find the bar, find the guy.
- And you need a wingman. - Damn straight, skippy.
My fee is 500 up front, expenses, and an hourly as we go.
- You never charge Mike. - Oh, I expect other things from Michael.
- Yeah, Fi. - Sam just hired me for a job.
I thought he was gonna be ill.
It was so much fun, Michael. I wish you could have been there.
Cowan sent me a message. I'm searching the cafés of South Beach for a cutout.
Don't you think he'll come himself? He seems eager to meet you.
I doubt it. He'll send someone.
I did something similar in Belgrade years ago. Long story.
Have fun. There's a reason I never had the patience to be a spy.
All right.
The truly paranoid don't go to meetings themselves.
They use a cutout- someone unrelated to them...
hired to show a prearranged sign and deliver a message.
The sign is something innocuous but hard to miss.
My favorite is the tourist guide for Madison, Wisconsin.
No one will look at it twice...
but unless I'm in the Midwest...
I know they're waiting for Michael Westen.
- You here for the envelope? - Who are you?
Ain't nobody, man.
Look, some guy gives me a hundred bucks.
He says give this to the first guy that comes by and bugs me.
You are buggin' me.
So this is where Melissa met her boyfriend.
Seems a little unlikely. But she definitely paid for drinks here.
How do you want to handle this?
- Well, I think the balls are in your court. - Oh, great.
The hell am I paying you for anyway?
Hey, how you doin'? Um, I'm looking for a friend of mine.
Just want to see if you can help me out.
Handsome guy right there.
Hey. How you guys doin'?
How about those Dolphins, huh?
- So how did we do? - Well, uh, my new friends have informed me...
that the mysterious Dave is actually a hustler named Ray Wagoner.
So he was just stepping up to the exciting world of blackmail and smack dealing.
Yeah. I guess he's broken a few hearts and lifted a few wallets here.
- But I have his address. - You know, Sam, I have to say...
you were captivating over there.
Well, hey, a free drink is a free drink, baby.
They liked the shirt.
That's not a very nice way to say hello.
Let's try that again. I'm Sam.
- Now you say, "Hi, I'm Ray." - What do you want?
We want you to find a new way to import your heroin.
I seriously don't know what you're talkin' about.
Gillian Walsh, Melissa Fontenot-
- You're gonna leave 'em alone. - Her?
I never messed with her. We went on a couple dates.
All she ever wanted to do was take pictures in some building. Hundred bucks a shot.
She took the pictures?
Yeah, and her husband paid. Some guy- flattop.
It was weird. I didn't ask questions.
Melissa lied to us.
- I knew it. - You did not.
- I suspected. - Suspected doesn't count.
We gotta talk to Mike.
If she was setting me up, why would she be in the photos? Why not just steal the files?
Well, she's the only one who could get the packages out.
If Melissa wasn't being "blackmailed," you'd know that she was in on it.
Oh, my God. I- I can't believe I fell for this.
Don't be so hard on yourself. Double blackmail's a classic.
It's as old as the pyramids, you know.
You pose as a fellow target of your own blackmail scheme.
That way, you'll always know what the victims are up to.
- Pros use it all the time. - So what do we do?
We gotta get near Kent. If we can get some evidence linking him to the heroin...
we can do our own blackmail, get you off the hook.
You know, start fighting fire with fire.
But Melissa knows I hired you.
We'll have to make her think that the investigation's stalled.
Plus, we're gonna get some more help- a little relief from the bullpen.
Well, do whatever you need to do. I'll pay more. I'll dip into my savings.
Don't worry about the money, Gillian.
We gotcha covered.
- Hey, Mike. She runnin' again? - More or less.
How's your dance with Cowan goin'?
I don't know. It's hard to trust someone under these circumstances.
But I don't have a choice, do I?
That part of the job, I don't miss it. You guys set a meet yet?
I think so. He sent an article about a job I did in Budapest.
I met a contact there under the steps of city hall.
- I assume that's where he wants to meet. - Wow.
Cowan gets the gold star for clever, doesn't he?
- Or he just likes watching me run around in this heat. - Want me to come with you?
Thanks, but I think he wants a little alone time with me.
Ah.
Yeah, hey. Uh, listen, Mike.
Um, this new client of mine, Gillian-
she's in kind of a tough spot.
I was just giving her a ride home, and, well, uh...
there she is, i- in my car right there.
- Shameless, Sam. Even for you. - Look, Mike, I know you're busy.
But I need a fresh face on this.
It's a tiny little bit part. You'd be posing as a Green Beret. Like falling off a log.
What's the job?
Well, it turns out that Melissa's husband, Kent...
is running all of the smuggling down at S.X.G.
It's a double blackmail thing. I gotta tell ya, I saw it comin'.
- Really? - Yeah.
What I need you to do is make friends with Kent.
Okay? Just encourage him to expand his business, open his horizons a little bit.
So we threaten to tell his bosses and get him killed unless he lays off.
- Exactly. See? You're way ahead of me. - You call that a bit part?
Well, look, Mike. Come on. I'd do it for you.
Fine.
Sweet. It's black. It's a Charger.
I haven't seen it before.
Hold on for a minute.
- Yeah. No, I'll call you back. - Nice phone. What is that, the Razr?
Want to get off my truck?
- Sure. I noticed the sticker. Marines? - Used to be.
- Rod Bucksey, Green Beret. I got out in '97. - Congratulations.
- Get outta my way. I'm in a hurry. - Sure, Kent.
I just want to talk a little business first.
- How'd you know my name? - I know more than your name, Kent.
I know you got a sweet smuggling racket over at that S.X.G. facility.
Packages leave the building completely unchecked. Unchecked is something I'm interested in.
- You don't know what you're talkin' about. - Sure, I do.
My service buddies over in Istanbul clued me in to what's goin' on.
What's goin' on is none of your damn business.
- I don't care who your friends are. - Calm down.
- We're just talkin' here. - Oh, no, no, no. You show up out of the blue.
You know about me and my operation. We're not just talkin' here.
Sure we are. And I'm telling you I'm willing to pay top dollar for your hook at S.X.G.
Look, I've been where you are, takin' orders.
Everyone else sits back while you do the heavy liftin'.
I can change all that.
It's like they teach us in combat training-
you look for the opportunity, you take your shot.
Listen. The guys I work for-
Don't ever have to know about it.
We're not steppin' on anybody's toes.
And nobody, besides your bank account...
will ever know the difference.
- I have to think it over. - You take your time. You think it over.
You call me when you're ready. We'll talk terms.
Semper Fi.
Fi, gimme that little tweezer up on the dash, will you?
That's okay. I got it. Thanks.
You about done there? He usually goes out for a run between 7:00 and 8:00.
Well, I'm hoping for 7:00. As much fun as it is hanging out with you...
this little stakeout's costing me a fortune.
Can't you at least cut your hourly? I bought the snacks.
I'll reimburse you for the snacks.
Oh, yeah. There we are.
Okay. Let's make this count.
Oh, hey. I'm glad I caught you.
What are you doing here? If my husband sees you here-
I understand. I'm sorry. I know that you wanted to be discreet so I waited for him to leave.
I just thought you'd want the update.
- What? Did you find something? - No.
I mean, if you don't give me any leads on Dave, there's not much I can do.
- You got anything? - No, I told you. I don't know anything.
If you want to bug a cell phone wirelessly...
you'll need a lot of specialized scanning equipment...
and a computer to deal with the encryption.
I prefer a hands-on approach.
You just bug a duplicate phone and swap out the SI M card...
so the new phone has the same number.
Your target will talk all day...
certain that no one could possibly be listening.
I bumped into the guy when I was on my way out to the store.
I'm telling you, he's just some half-assed P.I. or something.
He's not helping Gillian anymore.
Good. I don't need anyone sniffing around. I got that meeting tomorrow.
Don't you think you should talk to our connection about the Green Beret guy?
Hell, no. Hell-Are you crazy?
Yeah, buddy.
Yeah, you're good to go. Kent's keeping our little meeting a secret.
I think he's terrified of his supplier.
I don't even think he knows the guy's name.
I'll back you up. Let's get this chump on tape.
Yeah, about that. How much are you paying me on this job, because my rates are a little-
Ooh, I gotta go.
- Mom, what are you doin'here? - You gave your brother a gun?
I'm sorry. I tried to stop her, but she found it.
- What is going on? - Nate, I told you-
- I know what you told me, but you know her. - What are you doing?
Stop it, both of you! Stop it!
May I have a moment?
Michael, what is this about?
It's complicated.
I've had enough of "It's complicated"...
"It's a secret," "It's for my own safety."
Enough.
What do you think I do, Mom?
- You think I'm playing games here? - No. No, I don't.
We're your family, Michael.
I'm asking that you trust us.
And when would I have learned how to do that?
Well, sometimes trust is something that you work on.
You were gone for a long time, Michael.
And you were the one who left us.
I left you?
- Mom, I- - And you still got the car.
Michael.
I have a meeting to get to. So if we could wrap this up-
Let's go, Nate. He's got a meeting.
- Don't forget your gun. - Mom.
Get yourself some furniture. I didn't raise you...
to live in a warehouse and eat off a bench.
You ready to get rich?
Let's talk about that.
Before we go any further, we need to go over a few details.
First shipment comes in next week. Your cut is 10 grand a shipment.
- Aw, damn it. - How do you like those details?
I need to know who told you about me...
specifically.
- It doesn't really matter who- - It does matter to me, the men I work for.
They'd kill me if they found out I was running product for someone else...
found out you heard about me, a loose end.
That's the point. They don't know. This is yours.
Not another score you gotta cut them in on.
Having a gun to your head is all about timing...
finding the right moment to make your move.
- Who told you about me? - Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Best to snap the trigger finger first.
After that, it's mostly downhill.
Oh, man. I just fixed that.
A minute after your deal went sour, Kent and Melissa were on the phone.
Son of a bitch had backup. Someone put three slugs in my engine.
- How much does he know? - Too much.
We need to shut this down.
Can't. Not yet. There's another package in lockup.
Have her get it out, and I'll clean up this mess.
Can't let them know we got sloppy.
Kent's running scared. Makes things complicated for us.
Was he talking about me when he said "clean up this mess"?
Yeah. That's what our little dance at the construction site was all about.
- Mike was their first clean-up project. - I am so sorry.
- Kent- - Busted my windshield. I'll just repair it, again.
- He tried to kill you. - Happens all the time.
Don't worry about it, especially with the part-time help on easy jobs.
The problem is, we don't have enough evidence to use against him.
So what do I do now?
You could run. Kent might not find you.
But you'd have to stay on the move for five, 10 years.
Plus, he still has all the blackmail material, so he can still take you down.
- But if you help Melissa get that package out of S.X.G.- - You want me to do it again?
I know you're afraid. But I'm gonna be outside the whole time watchin'.
Once Kent has that heroin, we can use it to bring him down.
You need to trust us.
Okay.
Oh, come on. Aw, crap.
Goddamn cell phone shielding.
Whether you're protecting a client...
monitoring electronic surveillance-
- Hello? - Can you get the package today?
I told you. Gillian's signing for it. We can get it tonight.
or meeting the man who burned you...
you've got to be patient.
In the real world, covert ops doesn't involve many car chases or gunfights.
Mostly it's just hurry up and wait.
Not too exciting.
But you wait and you watch and you stay alert...
because, at any minute, the job can get way too exciting.
I just wanted you to know we're good to go. We're gettin'it out today.
- And the woman? - I set her car this morning. It's done.
It's not done until it's done. Get a visual. Then tell me it's done.
- Can I call you back, Fi? - We got a problem.
- Kent's gonna hit Gillian tonight. - Call Sam.
- I can't. There's no cell reception. - All right. I'm on my way.
It's always tough to reschedule a covert meeting.
You can't exactly leave a note. So you have to leave behind...
just enough to get them where you want them to go.
Okay.
- Working late tonight? - Yeah. You know engineers.
Gotta get this crap down to the machine shop, get it fixed.
Have to have it all done by tomorrow.
So my husband's here to take me down to Bal Harbour.
- I hear you. Good luck with it. - Thanks.
Can't we just go home? I don't want to watch.
Then don't.
- Miss me? - Oh, yeah.
- Kent wired Gillian's car to blow. - Jesus.
Well, that's why he's watchin' then. The white van, 10:00.
We have to warn her when she comes out.
You think Kent's gonna sit there on the sidelines for that?
Great, Sam. So we sit here and we do nothing, and she winds up dead.
- That's not what I meant. - Guys. Guys. Which one's her car?
It's the black Jeep over there.
Keep the guard busy. I'm borrowing your floor mat.
- Hey, good evening. How you doin'? - Evening.
- Listen. We have a reservation for 8:00 p. m. - A reservation?
- Yeah. Well, this is the Chart House, right? - The Chart House?
- Yeah. It's a restaurant. - No.
What? No?
- I told you not to get off the freeway. - Oh, hush, muffin.
This guy's just having some fun with us. Chuck Finley, party of two.
Oh, hey. Hey, come on.
A little service here. I'm trying to eat. I'm hungry.
- This is not the Chart House. - This is not the Chart House?
There's no reservations here.
I need to clarify something here.
There are two basic ways to blow up a car.
Use the gasoline in the tank, or provide your own explosive.
They're two techniques that use opposite ends of the car...
and are disarmed differently.
Some people prefer the gas tank.
- Tends to look more like an accident- - Come on!
but it's less reliable.
Others prefer plastic explosive on the battery, wired to the ignition.
Come on.
- I thought you said you rigged the car. - I did!
There must be something wrong with the detonator.
- They're gonna be pissed, Kent! - Don't you think I know that?
- They really tried to kill me? - I'm afraid so.
With that, under my car?
Well, yeah. It's a car bomb.
This may be hard to get your head around, but this is a good thing.
They're scared of you. That's why they put this little toy next to your engine block.
- Scared of me? - They're afraid of a lot of people-
police, the people they work for.
And now they've got a big box of heroin they have to get rid of.
- So what should I do now? - Take a vacation.
By the time you come back, we'll have your problem sorted out. New Hampshire's nice.
- Vermont. - Okay. And what'll you do?
Kent and Melissa are going to have a little well-documented transaction going on- a buy.
Uh, we're going to take that evidence, go to Kent...
get him to shut down his little operation and have him back off.
Thank you. I- I can't believe you did this for me.
Well, we haven't done it yet. Why don't you go, um, make your arrangements?
Okay.
- This deal- the timing- - I know, Mike. You got this whole Cowan thing.
It's good. We're covered. You're okay. Don't sweat it.
- You sure? - Yeah. We're just taking pictures.
- You're the one who needs backup. - No, I'm doing this alone.
Okay. I get it. Good luck.
Don't look at me. I don't get it.
- I don't get why you're so dead set on getting back in.
Why go back to work for the people who've put you through all this?
I want to clear my name. I want to know who did this to me.
I spent my entire career doing something I believed in, Fi. Something important.
You're doing something important here, Michael.
Think about it.
Next time you're risking your life to talk to this Philip Cowan fellow...
you think about it.
Fi.
All right, that's where Kent's little meet is goin' down.
I'm gonna take the car down there on the opposite side...
use the telephoto lens on the camera so we get something.
Okay. No rush. I'm on the clock.
- I'm gonna work on my tan. - I want a flat rate next time.
Mm-hmm.
- You sure you told 'em 3:00. - Yes.
When you're communicating in code...
sometimes you just have to hope that whoever you're talking to...
is smart enough to figure out what you're saying.
Use a code that's too simple, and it will get broken.
Use a code that's too complex...
and you're just talking to yourself.
- No greeting card. I'm hurt. - Glad you made it.
Yeah. Something came up. Sorry I missed our meeting.
Saint John's at 3:16, clever boy.
- Are you ready to meet? - Are you here?
We'll meet on my turf.
Thanks. I'm back where you got my first message.
Come alone, or I leave- unarmed, or I leave- in 10 minutes, or I leave.
- It's over a mile away. - Yeah, well, guess you better run.
Please calm down.
They were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. Something's wrong.
I'm sure they're on their way.
Maybe the boss was right. Maybe we're compromised.
- Kent, you told them? - Melissa, yes.
These are very serious people. They would kill us if they thought anything was wrong.
It's better to hear it from us. Better to hear it from me.
- What are you doing now? - I'm calling the buyer. He's got five minutes.
- Come on. Get in the car. - What?
- Come on! - What? What is it?
Go! Just get in the car.
Hurry up!
Son of a-
- Out of the car! - Wait. Hey.
Move it! Let's go!
Sh-
Michael!
Hello again.
I always find my hand shakes a little after a run like that.
Any advantage I can get- Well, you know, can't be too careful.
- I'm not here to kill you. - Really?
Slept with a gun under my pillow every night since I heard you were hunting for me.
To hear you say that now- it's almost disappointing.
I want to know why you burned me.
- You think I burned you? - I know you did.
Why, because you read it on a file?
Wow! You really unraveled that little mystery, didn't you?
You think this is about me. One man watched you, targeted you, burned you?
Froze your accounts? Cut off your travel?
One guy did all that, and then he decided to come to Miami and explain himself.
You tried to have me killed.
Nothing personal.
Do the same in my position. Michael, you keep thinking that this is about me.
Banish that thought. You're on the edge of something much, much bigger than us, my friend.
- People I work for, they have plans for you. - People you work for?
Powerful, dangerous people. And, man, are they upset with me.
I misread you, Michael. Didn't expect you to buck quite so much.
You're making everyone nervous.
- Hey, Bro. - Nate, get in your truck...
and meet me at the corner of Pembroke and Fletcher.
- Leave now. - All right. What?
- Nate, get in your truck right now- - What?
- and meet me there. - But wait. What's goin' on?
Truth-
I have no idea.
10-4.
This Cowan guy tell you anything, or what?
He was about to.
- Think that's why he got shot? - Maybe.
I don't know. Maybe they thought I'd kill him.
It was a setup. The cops were there way too quick.
Somebody called them before the shot was fired.
This is deep, Bro.
Nate, I want you to go pick up Mom.
It's about time you two got out of town.
Right.
Thank you, Nate.
- I just, you know- - No, don't talk like that. You're not good at it.
But the next time I ask you for 20 bucks for gas, remember this.
Actually, I think I'll go with you.
- Michael- - Fi, can I call you back?
Michael, Kent and Melissa's deal went bad.
- They're dead. And Sam- - Whoa, whoa, whoa. What? Slow down, Fi. Slow down.
Kent's boss is cleaning house, I think.
They were watching us. They took Sam.
- Who did? - I don't know. Whoever they are, they're damn good.
- Where are you, Fi? - I can't talk.
I'm in the warehouse district by the First Street Bridge.
They're coming.