[club scene]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Grabbing someone who travels with protection is about finding the moments when they're least protected.
[Tony Caro gets up, signals to his guards, and walks through the club]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Fortunately, even the most paranoid gangster insists on doing some things alone.
[Tony signals to his men to wait and guard while he goes into the men's room]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Executing a successful close-quarters assault is all about setting the stage. You'll want to dull any reflective surfaces...
[Washing his hands first, Tony notices the mirrors are fogged]
Michael Westen: [narrative] ... corral your target into a corner...
[all but one stall have "OUT OF ORDER" signage]
Michael Westen: [narrative] ... and hit him when he's most vulnerable.
[Tony takes a disposable seat cover and puts it on the stool. Sam grabs him from behind]
Sam Axe: Easy. Easy, now. Here.
[Sam injects something into Tony's neck]
Tony Caro: [muffled by Sam's hand] Mm!
Sam Axe: Night, night.
Michael Westen: [narrative] And it never hurts to have a pre-arranged exit strategy.
[Jesse comes out of the handicapped stall as Sam drags Tony out of theirs]
Jesse Porter: You really think you can scare this dude into pullin' somethin' that'll get him busted, huh?
Sam Axe: Oh, I *know* I can.
Jesse Porter: Really? 'Cause... you don't look that scary.
Sam Axe: You haven't seen Chuck Finley in action.
[carrying Tony between them back through the club]
Sam Axe: Sorry. Coming through. Somebody can't handle his liquor.