All language subtitles for Burn Notice - 5x02 - Bloodlines.HDTV.FEVER.en

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 used
to inform on you to the FBI...

You know spies --
a 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.

When you're pursuing someone,

it's tempting
to focus exclusively

on overtaking the other person.

It's often better to force
the person you're chasing

to go faster
than the terrain allows

and wait for them
to make a mistake.

But even when a chase ends,

you can never assume
the other person

will give up
without a fight.

It's over.

It's not over, Michael.
One more time.

No. That was
our tie-breaker, Fi.

Best out of five, then.

Hate to see you lose
again.

Ohh!

Fi!

Yes, you would.

I can be
a very sore loser.

I could get used to this
new life of yours, Michael.

The people who've burned you
are gone.

We're taking vacations.

Yeah, these vacations are gonna
kill me pretty quickly

if you keep
riding like that, Fi.

There are worse ways
to go.

Sir, you have a phone call
back at the office from Langley.

Next time,
we're going to the Riviera,

not a government
training facility.

Okay.

How you doing, Max?

How was Costa Rica?

Not bad
for government-funded R&R.

Thanks for setting that up.

Yeah. Consider it
a "welcome back" gift.

So, here we are --

your first official
government gig in --

how long has it been?

It's been a while.

So, what's the job?

Who's the job, actually --
Carson Huxley.

He's a brit,
he's a genius,

and he's a very valuable asset
of ours.

That guy? He looks like
he's about to eat the worm.

That guy has the I.Q.
of a rocket scientist

and the libido
of a rock star.

He's one of her majesty's
top nuclear engineers.

He also likes to cheat
on his wife

at conferences like this.

He's a blackmailer's
dream come true.

All it would take is a few
pictures with the wrong woman...

Intelligence agencies spend
more money protecting secrets

than stealing them.

But no digital encryption
or biometrically locked vaults

can keep sensitive information
from spilling out

of an indiscreet asset's mouth,

which is why one of the most
common duties for a spy

is babysitting.

We picked up some chatter
that he'd be approached here.

Any specifics
on who's doing the approaching?

No, I don't know.
But I'm guessing whoever it is

is not gonna be too hard
on the eyes.

You know the drill.

Chaperone the drunk,
make sure he doesn't get lucky.

And we can all sleep easy
at night.

Oh, that's my cue.

I'll, uh --
I'll take the first shift.

You're on at 4:00.

You get the "tech talk" mixer
in the coconut lounge.

Knock 'em dead, buddy.

Refinished floors,
marble countertops,

great ocean views --

it's the perfect bachelorette
pad for someone like you.

You know, I really should have
shown you this

before the others, but...

I'm gonna stop talking
for just a minute

and give you guys a sec

to really imagine
the possibilities.

Well,
the balcony's big enough

to lay prone
with a sniper rifle,

but there's really
no obvious place

for my snow globes.

What do you think,
Michael?

Michael?

Huh?
Yeah, I think so.

You think what?

I think...
I got to take this.

Yeah, Jesse.

I'll meet you there
in 15 minutes.

You think what?

I think we got to go.
Jesse wants to meet.

I'll wait outside.

Where did
your friend go?

Oh, I'm afraid we haven't quite
captured his attention today.

But this isn't for him.
It's for me.

So maybe you and I
can meet again Monday?

Oh, no problem.
You know, and don't worry.

Lots of men don't really focus
until it's time to negotiate.

Yeah, well,
that man doesn't focus

unless
an international conspiracy

is threatening
to ruin his life.

Hmm.

My, my, my.

Private security
looks like the life.

Nice suit.

Yeah,
it's got its perks.

Look, um,
I've got a problem.

I bet.

The lease payments on that car
must be scary.

This is serious.
Somebody came to me at work.

There's a job.

I don't know who else
to talk to about it.

Look, Jesse,
I-I have this thing

with the government now.
I can't --

Mike, there's a whole bunch
of people

in some serious trouble,
okay?

It's my first job back.
It's important.

Are you talking
life and death?

'Cause that's
what I'm talking --

there's a whole lot of girls
that are going to die

if we don't do something
about it.

Now, what, are you --
you really too busy to help?

Burn Notice 5x02
Bloodlines
Original Air Date on June 30, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

So, you can get the details
from the client.

But the highlights
are human traffickers

and about
20 missing girls.

Jesse, I want to help,
but your timing --

right this minute --
couldn't be worse.

Yeah, Michael's new job
at the CIA

requires some very exciting
babysitting.

Apparently,
happy hour is more important

than saving
innocent young women.

That's not exactly
how I would put it -- Fi! Fi.

How exactly would you put it,
Mike? You're the one

that's always been about
helping people, right?

What, is that all over now that
you're back with the government?

No, Jesse, I will help,

just as soon as I can,
but --

In the meantime,
those of us who can prioritize

are here for you,
Jesse.

I'll call Sam.

Ryoko's the V.P. of sales
for Pacific Rim Industries.

My firm handles
their security here in town.

So when her cousin went missing,
she figured I could help.

My family back in Japan

lives in a small village
near Kyoto.

They said some girls there

were approached by men
from the city -- criminals --

that convinced young women
to go with them.

The girls think
they'll get jobs if they go.

But, instead,
they are forced to...

Your cousin
is one of these girls?

Norika --
she's only 15.

And you think
she's here in Miami?

Yes. I know it.

Two days ago,
one of the girls

called her family
in the village.

Of course, she had to have
stolen a phone from the men.

She said
she had seen a sign

with the words
"Port of Miami."

Then someone
took the phone away.

Her father listened
as she was killed.

My relatives contacted me
because they don't know

anyone else in Miami
who can help them.

Have you gone
to the police?

Yes, but they said
there's not enough information

to find Norika
and the other girls.

Well,
they may be right.

Miami is an awfully big
haystack.

Well, I might have a lead
on our needle.

My firm has some pretty
high-level contacts

in the telecom business.

They pulled some strings.

Turns out that the phone
used to call the village

tracks to a hotel
on South Beach.

Check that out.

Could be one of our dirtbags
is staying there.

Son of a bitch is probably
sipping mojitos as we speak.

Not for long.

Let's hope Mike hurries up
with his CIA job.

Covert security
is all about making friends.

You have to give yourself
a plausible reason

to be near your target.

Some of the most important
secrets in the world

have been protected
by a guy with a few stories

and a drink in his hand.

I come off the plane.

I just fly in M.I.A.,
and a custom officer

pulls out Cuban cigars --
a full box.

And I say to him,
"Is it too late to return them?"

The same thing happened to me

trying to bring some peanuts
back from Khartoum.

I'm gonna get another drink --
another rum and coke.

Yeah, make it two.
Make it two.

Oh, bloody hell.

You need to get that?

Oh,
most definitely not.

It's my wife,
calling to complain

about something or other.

It's her specialty.

You been married long?

Oh,
23 very long years.

She can't be
all that bad.

You've not met my wife.

Count yourself lucky.

I don't see a wedding ring
on that finger.

My advice --
keep it that way.

Marriage is like
a loaf of bread.

It tastes great at the start,
but it goes stale very fast.

At this point, it's just
one barney after another.

"Barney"?
Yeah, fight.

Mm. You don't have to tell me
about fighting.

My girlfriend --
she'll just explode.

I mean, if I'm looking at another
woman, she -- look who's coming over.

I bought them a couple
of drinks earlier.

Controlling an unruly asset
is tough,

especially when women
and alcohol are combined,

which is why,
as a general rule,

you don't even try
to control the hunter --

you just scare off
the prey.

Oh! Oh!

Ohh! My girlfriend
is gonna kill me.

This --
she bought me this suit.

Hey, look, pipe down,
will you, man?

Oh, like your wife
is any different.

Damn it.

Damn.

Wait.
Where are they going?

Ohh.

Hey, let's get
another drink.

I'm guessing
that's the guy.

I slipped the concierge
my last $50

to find out which guest checked
in with a Japanese passport.

He pointed me to him --
said the guy's name is Takeda.

Son of a bitch
has 20 girls

locked in a box
somewhere,

and he's lounging
poolside.

Check out
that missing digit.

Either
he's Japanese Mafia,

or he's been keeping
a pet tiger.

Well, that would explain
the shiny suit.

You know, you don't want to be
flashing your Yakuza tattoos

all over South Beach --
might raise a few eyebrows.

What's this all about?

I don't know.

But you can bet
that guy's

greased a few palms of his own
around this hotel.

What's he doing?

That waiter
was awfully friendly.

Looks like Takeda
got tipped off.

Yeah, I'd say so.

He set fire to his I.D.
and his phone.

Probably
thinks we're cops.

Jesse, take the car.
We'll meet you out front.

All right,
end of the line, pal.

Just drop your --

Ohh! God!

Takeda!

Well,
that slowed him down.

Well, it was either that
or taking a bullet.

It's okay. It's okay.
I'm a doctor.

Back off.
Please don't touch him.

He's in shock.

We got to get this man
to a hospital.

Hey,
you guys need some help?

No!
Yeah, we need some help.

Ohh!

Let me go.
I'll kill you!

In you go.
Yes...Inside.

Hush, now.

Talking is only gonna make it
hurt worse.

Interrogating a captive isn't just
about what you know about them.

It's about what they know
about you.

If they think you're cops,
they'll behave one way.

If they think you're rivals,

they'll behave another.

It's a choice
you only get to make once,

so you have to do your homework

and get it right
the first time.

How have you
been playing it?

Well, like we're
rival traffickers,

looking for some girls.

The problem is, Takeda thinks
that me and Fi and Jesse

are just soldiers.

You know how it is
with these Yakuza guys --

it's all about hierarchy.

So I was thinking...

It was time for the big,
bad boss to make an appearance.

The bigger,
the better, Mike.

How badly is he hurt?
Uh, pretty bad.

He's got a busted hip,
and one of his arms is broken.

I mean,
the guy's a lunatic --

tried to play a game
of human frogger,

and it didn't quite work out
for him.

Frogger -- it's a video game
from the '80s.

Never mind.

Well, it's gonna be tough
to get him to talk

when he's
in so much pain.

Yeah,
I thought about that.

That's why, um...

I called in someone else
to play nurse.

Absolutely not.

It is too dangerous.

Michael, you're gonna be outside
with your gun,

and you've got the man shackled
to the bed, for God's sake.

How dangerous
could it be?

The guy
is a Yakuza gangster,

and I'm not putting you
in the same room with him.

Uh, I'm sorry. I thought
you were running out of time

and that people
were going to die.

Do you have a better idea
that doesn't involve me?

Right.

Okay, then.
Guess I'm on.

Listen...

This guy can't know
that you're working with us.

He has to believe
we forced you to do this.

I think
I can manage that.

No, I don't think
you understand.

I'm going to have to
treat you

as bad as I treat him
or even worse.

I get it.
I don't think you do, Mom.

It's not gonna feel like an act.
It's not gonna be pleasant.

Michael, just do me a favor
and don't worry about me.

Using civilians
in undercover operations

is all about
emotional manipulation,

so it's your job to help them
be who they need to be,

feel what they need to feel,
by any means necessary.

Hey!

Are you as deaf
as you are dumb?!

You pick up that damn bag,
you get inside,

and stitch
this son of a bitch up!

Let's go! Move it!

Get your sorry ass
in there now!

I'll give her
a minute, then go in myself.

Ohh!

I'm sorry.
I know. I know this hurts.

Can I get you anything
for the pain?

Do you understand
English?

Aren't you done yet?!

I'm sorry.
What kind of nurse are you?

I'm sorry. It's just --
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"!

Shape up, darlin',
or he won't be the only one

who needs some serious
medical attention.

Get over there!
Don't move!

Keep your mouth shut!

Listen up.
Pay attention to me.

You and I need to have
a little talky-talk.

Now,
I'm gonna speak real slow

so you understand me.

I need to know where those
sweet little Asian girls are,

'cause let me
tell you something --

I control that particular
import business

here in Miami -- me.

Any shipments
that come through here are mine.

You cooperate --
I'll let you live.

You don't --

What's funny?

You think
you can threaten me?

Hmm?

Once...

I fall asleep
on guard duty.

You know who do this?

I do...

to punish...

to remind me.

You think I will betray
my own people?

If you let me go,

me and my people
will find you

and only kill you.

If you don't,

you can watch them
kill your whole family first.

There are worse things to lose
than a finger.

Aah!

Move! Let's go!

I said "move"!

It's okay. I'll do it.

You all right?

You said it wouldn't
be pleasant.

I had to upset you.
I didn't know how else to do it.

I know.

I-it was just...

...I hadn't seen that
in a long time.

Seen what?

Nothing.

I'll be -- I'll be all right.
I just need a minute.

What was she talking about,
Michael?

It's not something I want to
talk about right now.

You're upset.
No, I'm fine.

We just need to find out
what this guy knows.

The girls will be on their way
to a buyer soon.

What are you thinking?

Drugging him's
our best option.

Get him relaxed,
get him talking.

I'll call Sugar.
No, I can do that.

But cracking him's gonna take
more than a few hours,

so I need your help...

with my other thing.

With your CIA job?

Playboy needs a sitter.

Pretty hard for a foreign
operative to get close

if you're sitting
right next to him.

I wouldn't ask
if I didn't have to, Fi.

Okay.

When you can't keep an asset
away from his favorite vice,

it's often better to supply him
with a safe target,

which is one reason
why female operatives

are trained
in how to keep men interested

while fending them off
like Aikido Masters.

Oh, who would have thought

that a nuclear engineer
could be so very...

Charming?

You're far too gorgeous
to be at a conference like this.

Tell me -- are you sure
you're not lost,

English lass
like yourself?

I found you.

I haven't really
explored Miami very much.

What do you say
we venture out of this bar?

And your wife
won't mind?

Hmm?

You have a tan line
on your ring finger.

Huh. Well...

Why pretend?

Yes, married --
guilty as charged.

You know, love,
it's -- it's over.

I'm just looking for someone
more exciting, more my speed.

Maybe we should...

...venture out
after all.

Really?

Your room or mine?

I have something

much, much, much,
much more fun in mind.

Oh, I love the way
you tease.

Your wife
isn't the teasing sort?

My wife?!
Mm.

Oh, God!

Her idea of a fun time
is having a conversation

about gardening
or h-home decor.

No.

How many times do I have to
listen to her droning on

about hanging curtains
before I up and hang myself?

I'm bored
just hearing about it.

You are the kind of girl

I have been looking for
all my life.

You and I
were meant to be together.

No talking about curtains
with you.

No, no, no.

I prefer
to live on the edge...

Don't you?

Oh, yes!

Oh!

Tell me when to turn.

Tell me. Tell me.
Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

What are you doing?

I'm living on the edge!

Left! Make a left!

Right!

Left!

Ahh!
Right!

Left!

Oh, my God!
Don't you feel alive?!

Stop! Oh,
for the love of God, stop!

Oh.

Why don't
we call your wife

and tell her that you've found
your soul mate?

Don't you dare!

A necessary evil that
goes along with being a spy

is maintaining friendships

with all sorts
of unsavory people,

like drug dealers,
for example.

Yo, Mikey!

Mikey!

"Mikey"? Really, Sugar?
Try it again.

Uh...

Of course, some friendships

are friendlier than others.

Michael, hey.

I got over here
as quick as I could.

Hospital-grade amphetamines
and phenobarbital.

What kind of party
you got going on in here, huh?

Time to go, Sugar.
Consider us almost even.

Hold it. Hold on.

I feel it'd be
irresponsible of me

to hand that over to you
without a consult.

It's gonna knock you flat,

but in a good way.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, mom, you're gonna have to
hold him down.

You need to find a vein.

I know what I'm doing,
Michael.

Let's just
get this over with.

Here you go.

It's just a little something
to help with the pain.

No shot.

You understand?

No shot.

I'm going in there.
Mike, don't.

You pull her out of there,
this is over.

She can do this.

If I don't give it to you,
they're going to kill me.

They'll kill you
anyway.

Help me.

If you help me,

my friends will save you.

What are they saying?
I don't know.

The damn mikes
aren't picking it up.

No, I-I-I can't.

You have to.

This is your only chance.

I don't know.

Trust...Me.

Okay.

But I can't
help you if I'm dead,

and he wants you
to take the shot.

Damn it.

What the hell are you doing in here?

I said give him the shot
and get out!

I just finished.

What were you two
talking about?

He -- he asked for --
for -- for water.

What, do you have a problem
with that?

Get on out! Move!

Get the hell
out of here!

I'm sorry
you had to go through that.

He'll calm down
once the drugs kick in,

so you can go home now.

I never
gave him the shot.

What?

He asked for my help,
and I agreed.

Why would you do that?

Because I think
I can get him to talk.

You are not
going back in there.

You are done.
Really?

And who's he gonna talk to,
Michael?

Now, I may not be
some expert interrogator,

but I can tell you
that the one person

he is talking to
right now...

...is me.

Okay, now,
if we play this right,

Takeda's gonna ask you
to contact his crew.

If you find them,
we can tail them back

to where they're holding
the girls.

Sounds like
a good plan.

Yeah,
but are you ready?

I mean, look, Mike's really
gonna have to come after you

so Takeda doesn't think
something's up.

What does that mean?

He's gonna yell,
push you around,

probably
tear your blouse.

It could get
pretty rough, Mom.

Rough?
Why don't you just hit me?

What?
Oh, no, no.

The -- the blouse
will sell it, Maddy.

A punch
will sell it better.

I'm not gonna hit you,
Mom.

It's not like
I haven't been hit before.

Snap your head to the side
when you feel the impact.

But it'll still hurt.

I know.

You ready
to start talkin', boy?!

Woman, get in here!

Good luck, Maddy.

Does he look focused
to you?!

I can't have him
in this much pain.

Did you give him
the drugs?

Yeah, I did.
Well, then, why aren't they working?!

I don't -- I don't --
"I don't -- I don't --"

maybe I miscalculated
the dosage.

Maybe?
Ohh!

Ohh.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

"Sorry" doesn't cut it!

If I come back in here
after you drugged him

and he's not cooperative,
I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna find me a nurse
that actually has a brain.

I'm not gonna last long.

You said
you had friends.

I supposed to have meeting
with boss today

at Zorba's, 4:00.

Call restaurant.

Who do I ask for?

Hiroshi.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so scared.

You can do this.

You have to do this.

Only way we live.

Okay.

Looks like your ma
got what we needed.

Takeda's boys are gonna be
at Zorba's at 4:00.

Mike, uh, it's probably best
if you stay here,

keep an eye on Takeda.

Jesse and I
can deal with this.

Yeah.
Sounds good, Sam.

And I'll give Fi a call --
see how she's doing with Huxley.

Yeah.

The work of a spy

doesn't always involve
undermining people.

Oftentimes,
the solution to a problem

is simply convincing someone

to behave
like a better human being,

but it may take
more than a stern lecture.

Darling,
where'd you go?

I could have driven us
both back.

The party's
just getting started!

Leave me alone!
You don't mean that.

I do! I do mean it!

But we're meant to be
together!

No, we're not.

How can you say that?

I'm the girl you've been
looking for all of your life.

It's time to leave that bloody
dreadful marriage of yours.

No, it isn't.

What?!

No.
I'm not leaving my wife.

But she's
a boring old hag

who only wants to talk about
hanging curtains, remember?

No. My wife's an angel.

An angel?

An angel?!

How dare you!

You led me on!
We're finished!

Sweetheart?

I just called
to see how you are.

Yes. Yes.
I miss you, too.

I should be inside
the restaurant.

No. No.

Trust me --
Takeda's Yakuza buddies

are going to be
a lot less chatty

if they think one of their
fellow diners understands 'em.

Sam's in there.
He's got a powerful mike.

He's picking up whatever
those guys are talking about.

You'll be able to translate
from here -- I promise you.

It's gonna be fine.
Sam, how's it going in there?

Nothing to report,

other than that the boss
is on his third green tea.

I can hear every slurp.

That mike doesn't mess around,
does it?

Hey, if your firm
wants to lend us

any more of its fancy toys,
no complaints here.

I think our friend's lunch date
just arrived.

The most advanced
directional microphones

can capture human speech
at distances of 200 meters.

So long as you have a clear
line of sight on your target,

there's nothing better

for eavesdropping
on a private conversation.

Miami Beach real estate
is in the toilet, eh?

Well, that commission
just bought me

my winter home in Aspen.

Sam, we're having serious
sound issues out here.

Yeah,
I'm gonna move closer.

Well, our Yakuza friends
just left.

Okay, Sam,
we cannot lose them.

Yeah,
I'm going after them.

When tailing someone dangerous,

it's a good idea
to give yourself

an innocent-sounding reason
to be following your target.

Most of the time,
you won't need it,

but if it turns out your target
is on to you...

Why are you
following us?

...You'll really need it.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, guys.

I think one of you left this
on the table in there.

I mean, she's a beaut.

I would hate to lose
a watch like this,

you know,
if she were mine.

Yes.

That is mine.
Thank you.

Okay,
they just stole my watch.

Sam,
what the hell happened?

You're supposed to be following them.
Sorry, man. I had to bail.

Those guys
knew I was after them.

What's wrong?

I heard them talking
about the girls.

She translated the last bit
of the conversation.

Yeah? And...

If Takeda doesn't check in
within two hours,

they're killing
the girls --

all of them.

Why would they
kill the girls?

Operational security.

One of their guys
has disappeared.

These Yakuza --
they won't take any chances.

What now, Mike?

Let me think.

What would you do
if you were in my shoes?

No, mom.

I'm asking you
a question.

He'd fake an escape
with Takeda...

...to get him to lead us back
to the girls.

Sounds good.

But you'd have to
sell the fact

that you got away from Mike
somehow.

Fine, I'll -- I'll --
I'll tell Takeda

that I injected him
with drugs.

And that he pushed you past
your breaking point.

What?

Did he -- what -- do this --
something like that?

Are you
out of your mind, Ma?

You can't go in there!
I can.

You'll do as I tell you!!

Damn it!

Don't tell me
what I can't do!

You can play your father
in there, but not out here.

Michael,
you know this is the only way.

I'll call Fi and Jesse --
let them know what's going on.

We're getting out of here --
now!

What happened?
Did you talk to my friends?

No. He caught me
trying to get a phone.

But I was able to give
that son of a bitch

a shot of morphine and lock him
in the other room.

He won't be out long,

and we only have a few minutes
before his friends get back.

Where the hell are you, woman?!

You're dead!

You hear me?!
Dead!

Jesse, they're coming your way.

Make it look good.

Hope your mom
knows what she's doing, Mikey.

So do I, Sam.

Oh, my God! It's them!
What do I do?!

No!

Go faster!

How do I get
to your friends?

I need to know!

Where do I go?!

We can't let them
follow us back.

Let her shake us, Jesse.
You sure?

She can tell us how to find her
through the cellphone.

Just let her go.

Okay, we lost them.

Where do I go?!

So, your friends
are in one of these warehouses?

You go now.

I walk from here.

This is not good, Mike.

I mean,
Maddy's about to lose Takeda,

and we still don't know
where those girls are.

We're running
out of time here.

Aah!
No.

No, no, look.
They just drove by.

The -- the men who kidnapped us --
they're here. P-please.

I don't see them!

She said
we just drove by?

What the hell's
she talking about?

She's bluffing.
She wants us to get closer

so she can get Takeda
to talk.

Well, are you sure, Mike?
I mean, she's not you.

Do a pass-by, Sam.

They're not here.

There!
They're looking for us!

They're looking for us,
and they're going to find us!

We need your friends.
Where are they?

You promised
that they would help us!

Please, we just have to go
to where they are.

Too risky to go there!

It's too risky to stay here,
all right?

They're circling
this area,

and they'll find us in minutes
and kill us.

We have to find
your friends now.

No!
Please.

Please.

I can't move fast enough.

You go.

Go bring the men here.
Tell them to bring guns.

I can't go!
I don't know where they are!

Warehouse 113,
next street over!

Three men there.
Password -- nihonto.

Hurry!

I lead them away.

Go!

Go! I said go!

They're in Warehouse 113,
Michael.

It's a block over.
There are three guards.

The password is "nihonto."

If he moves,
shoot him in his good leg.

I think
I can manage that.

Good job, Maddy.

Nihonto.

Pack up your things, guys.
Your operation is over.

Who are you?

"Who am I?" Doesn't matter.
All you need to know

is that your good friend,
Takeda, was captured.

How you know that?

Because I'm the guy
who captured him.

What's Japanese
for "Drop your weapons"?

Oh, maybe something like this.

No, I think it's this.

It's okay.
You're safe now.

How are the girls?

About as well
as one could hope.

My firm
is pulling some strings,

trying to get them
all home quickly.

What about Takeda?
Feds picked him and all his guys up.

Japanese cops took care
of the rest of them in Kyoto,

so they'll be spending
a lot more time

in a confined space
than those girls did.

Now...

My firm gives me a little,
uh, discretionary fund

for emergencies.

I think this counts.

No, you keep it,
Jesse.

Mike,
take the money, man.

Uh, excuse me.

I've helped Michael before,
and he's never paid me.

All right, well, thank you,
both of you, for everything.

No, thank you.

I'll see you guys
later.

Here. Use that to fix up
your dad's Charger.

Maybe it's time to just
leave the past in the past.

Maybe it's time
to stare the past down

and deal with it,
Michael.

It happened,
for better or for worse.

It made us who we are.

All you can do now
is look towards the future.

You should really
stop trying, Max.

I got your report
on Huxley.

I liked the read.

I do have a couple of notes
on the story.
Oh?

I'm not so sure how I feel
about a ex-I.R.A. operative's

surprise appearance
in the second act.

Fiona got the job done.

She scared him celibate.
Yeah, she did.

You know, there's a couple
of cardinal rules

to this whole
"government secret agent" gig.

I mean, first of all,
it's secret.

And secondly, you're the agent,
not your girlfriend.

Homework?

It's a gift.

Improvisational jazz --

I kind of figured
it was your style.

Stay safe, big boy.
We'll be in touch.

Jazz?
A present from Max.

I think he felt bad
about giving me a talking-to.

Let me guess --
he was less than thrilled

with how I handled
the Huxley-sitting?

Well, you did drive
130 miles an hour

down the Tamiami Trail.

My way of doing things doesn't
work for the boy scouts.

I want to talk to you, Fi.

I haven't been able to sleep
well lately,

and I've had a lot of things
on my mind, but...

I know we're going through some
big changes -- you and I --

and I don't want to pile
anything else on--

You don't need to explain,
Michael. I'm a big girl.

You have an exciting new life.

I don't want to
hold you back.

You don't
hold me back.

That job I was doing
for the CIA --

it wouldn't have succeeded
without you.

I need you, Fi.

I got you something.

Lumber?

It's a shelf.

I mean
it's going to be a shelf.

I was hoping...

you could...

put your snow globes
on it.

It is a new job, Fi,
but it's not a new life.

I like my life,

and I want to live it
with you -- here.

That's what
I was trying to say.

I want you to move in.

What do you think?

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