Sam: What can I do? Michael: I just hacked Brennen's cell. I e-mailed you everything on it. I need you to comb through the addresses, text messages and phone calls. Sam: You wanna know what Brennen's after. Michael: I wanna know everything. I wanna know who his buyer is, where he's got Nate, what brand of orange juice he drinks in the morning. Sam: I'm on it. Michael: And you'd better hurry. 'Cause I get the feeling Brennen's got the Westen brothers fitted for body bags.
Sam: You got the pickup-location, Mikey? Michael: Train tracks on 10th Street. Looks like the meeting is gonna be on the move so no one can hit it. Sam: Have to hit it on the move then.
