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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.

Previously on Burn Notice.

I want you people
out of my life!

Tell me, Michael.
All your old enemies
from your spy days,

where do you think
they've been?

You've been
under our protection.

You want out?

There's the door.

You have no idea
what hell will rain down...

if we stop
watching out for you!

Your shades got delivered
to the loft, along with this.

[ Michael Sighs ]

Come on in, Michael.
The water's warm.

You're to steal flight data
for every private plane...

flying in and out of Miami
for the next six weeks.

You get that when it's mandated
by the government. This is
some serious black flight, Mike.

You found out
what's on that flight.

Is not what. Is who.

- Who's on the flight?
- His name is Simon.

Paid me $10 million.
Turns out his plan was
to shoot me, come after you.

- Did I mention I'm attached
to an explosive device?
- [ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Sam ] Mike, what the hell
is going on over there?
Sam, Gilroy's dead.

You know that prisoner
he was helping escape?
Don't tell me.

He's out, Sam. He's free.

The whole reason we were
getting involved here, Mike,
was so he didn't.

- No need to remind me.
- [ Loud Chattering ]

His name's Simon.
That's all I know.

- [ Siren Wailing In Distance ]
- Right now I just need
to get clear of the cops.

Mike, it's not just the cops.
The F.B.I. is involved now.
Homeland Security's on alert.

Pretty soon it's
gonna be the I.R.S.,
the Forest Service,

and the Food
and Drug Administration
are gonna be looking for you.

I'm heading
to the canal streets.
I'll do my best to stay clear.

- See if you can do
a little recon for me.
- You got it, brother.

Holy crapoley.

[ Siren Wailing ]
[ Vehicle Approaching ]

[ Siren Blaring ]
[ Michael Narrating ] Spies
are in the lawbreaking business.

Call it espionage, covert ops,
whatever you like.

When you get
right down to it,

you're a criminal
working for a good cause.

When your job involves
daily lawbreaking,

chances are you're going to
find yourself on the wrong end
of a manhunt at some point.

42-Indy, I'm at the corner
of Canal and 155th Street.

Suspect is on foot.
Need backup A.S.A.P. Copy?

[ Grunting ]

I don't want to hurt you.
Just stop.
[ Grunts ]

Just stop!

[ Siren Continues ]

It's hard to get used
to the idea...

that doing
the right thing can mean
being public enemy number one.

Stop right now!
Put your hands
on your head now!

The good news
is you're usually too busy
trying to survive to get upset.

The best thing is to get away,
deal with the situation...

and hope people are
in a forgiving mood.

Commuter parking lots
are great for fugitives.

You can get some sleep
while your pursuers
lose momentum...

to exhaustion
and shift changes.

It's also one-stop shopping
for a new phone or dry clothes.

- Sam, it's me.
- You've reached Sam Axe's
Fugitive Assistant Service.

Sam speaking.
How was your night?

Not bad,
under the circumstances.

That's a silver lining,
I suppose, 'cause I'm looking
at the dark cloud.

Your place is crawling
with surveillance.

You got two teams drinking
convenience store coffee.

I guess they saw your car
was gone and decided to wait up
all night to surprise you.

I guess I'm not going back
to my place then.

Listen. We gotta get Simon.
Kind of guy who escapes
from a black flight--

Is not the kind of guy you want
mixing with the general public.
Yeah, I'm with you.

So I called Fi,
suggested we rally, make a plan.

- Called your ma too.
- Meet at the emergency spot?

No. I'm thinking
we should meet at
the emergency emergency spot.

See you there.

[ Shotgun Clicks ]

[ Pounding ]

- Madeline Westen?
- Yes?

My name is Agent Callahan.
I'm with the F.B.I.

We need to talk to you
about your son Michael.

So, were you, um--
were you planning a trip?

Oh, no. No, I'm just going
out of town for a while.
You know.

No, no. I don't know.
Was the answer no, you
weren't planning a trip...

or yes, you're
getting out of town?

I'm going on a day trip.

[ Mouths Words ]

And do you usually bring
a pump-action shotgun
with you on a day trip?

Can't be too careful
these days.

[ Sighs ]
Ma'am, I'll get
right to the point.

Your son is
in a lot of trouble,

and I just want to bring him in
and get the facts.

And until then, he is
in an enormous amount of danger.

So please,
help me help him.

Now, I assume from your
day-trip bag here that
you have a way of reaching him.

I'd like you to call him...

and set up a meeting.

Now.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies love places
people tend to avoid--

sewage plants, toxic dumps,
condemned motels--

all places you can put
emergency supplies...

and not worry about
whether they'll be there
when you need them.

[ Sam ] Well, we got
enough firepower for an army.

Unfortunately, we're
a little light on snacks.

There was no place for a fridge,
so we got no yogurt
and we got no beer.

- Think we're gonna be
all right, Sam.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Mike, this is
the emergency
emergency phone.

Only person who knows
this number aside from
the three of us is your ma.

[ Beeps ]
Hello.

Michael? It's me.

Uh, there's been
a change of plans.

I want you to come home
right now.

I need to talk to you.
Mom, is something--

Good. I'll see you soon then.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Beeps ]

She said
to come home right now.

It's what she used to say
when my dad was on a bender...

and she wanted me
to stay away from the house.

- You think that she--
- The F.B.I. went
everywhere else.

Oh, Mike, they're gonna
come at her hard.

She knows the cars we drive,
our contacts.

She's good, but she's
not gonna be able
to hold out forever.

I have faith in her.
She'll be fine.

So listen, Mike.
Um, me and Fi
want to talk to you...

about this whole business
with Simon.

Neither of us liked you
getting involved with Gilroy
in the beginning.

I didn't have a choice. I had--
Mike, I know you did
what you had to do.

But we got
a situation here.

We're with you,
but no more
"lone wolf" crap.

- We got to know
that you're with us.
- I'm with you.

Good. All right.
We're gonna
do it right this time.

We're gonna be careful.
We're gonna watch
each other's backs.

- Combat knives for everyone
just in case.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry, guys.

Was that an apology?

[ Clears Throat ]
Okay, we gotta keep moving here,
stay ahead of Simon.

Any ideas?

He killed Gilroy
with explosives.

I assume Gilroy
didn't make the bomb
that killed him.

So Simon's got to have
an explosives expert
in Miami. Fi.

I'll track down
the supplier.

I have the rest
of my stuff on Gilroy
in the Charger.

It's parked
in Coral Gables.
Keep your head down, Mikey.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A good operative
doesn't believe in coincidences.

It's true, of course,
that food stands catch fire
from time to time.

It's even possible
that one might catch fire...

at the same time you
happen to be looking
for a violent fugitive.

But it's sure not likely.

[ Man ]
Any of it look familiar?

Not really.

These little incidents,

you'll be interested
to know, are all things
you're accused of doing,

the very things
that earned you
your burn notice.

Chechnya, 2002.

You read your file,
didn't you?
Fifty people dead.

It was 54 actually,
but I guess some journalist
got lazy.

I didn't do that.
I didn't do any
of these things.

I know that. I did.

All of it? You?

Well, not the boring parts.

But the greatest hits?
These were mine.

We're leaving, Simon.
You're getting back
on an airplane. Let's go.

No, we won't be doing that.
We're gonna have
a conversation.

A few tons of explosives
in a hotel...

in Miami Beach.

There's the detonator,
fuel and fertilizer mixture.

Behave, or that screen
gets a lot more exciting.

Gun down.
Phone on the counter.

Now.

Thank you. We need to have
a good working relationship.

You see, you're gonna
help me with something.

Why would I want to
help you?

The powers that be decided
that I was uncontrollable.

They dumped me in a hole.

They transferred
my file to you,
gave you a fearsome reputation.

My reputation.

- Do you want it?
- I want my life back.

Fine. It's yours.
Take it.

I will.
To do that, we need--
You know him as management.

You're gonna bring him
to Miami for me.

You want me
to bring you management?

He ruined my life.
We're not on good terms.

He wants you
back in the fold.
He'll come when you call.

You'll have
to convince him or, uh--

Boom!
[ Chuckles ]

I've been watching
your career in Miami.

Just think of me
as one of those people
you help in your spare time--

a desperate fellow
with a problem.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, you want to work with
people with clear alliances.

The biggest monster in the world
becomes quite predictable
on a government payroll.

The worst nightmare
is a lone crazy person.

[ Simon ]
Red phosphorus
under the cooktop.

They'll be putting
that out for days.
Simon.

Just so we're clear,
you need me to get
in touch with management.

Yeah. I want you
to bring him
to the government building...

at 703 Grand Avenue
at 6:00 p.m.

Tell him you want
a new identity. Tell him
you want a Shetland pony.

I don't care.
Just get him there.

I can try,
but I need to go back
to my loft to do it.

Well, let's take
a ride then.

Wait. Wait.
I don't like waiting.

The van. Surveillance.
They went around
the block three times.

They probably picked me up
on one of the traffic cams.

Let's kill him
and be done with it.
Listen. This is an opportunity.

I need to find out
what kind of surveillance
is on me at the loft.

- I have to talk to the guy.
- We have a busy day, Michael.

Do you have any idea
how much heat there is
on me right now?

We rush this, we're dead.

Stay here.
Keep an eye on the cops.

Hey, can I talk to you
for a sec?

Sorry, man. If you're
looking to buy something
off the truck, I can't do it.

What the hell are you doing?
You scream, you die.
Do you want to live?

Keep your mouth shut
and run as fast
as you can that way.

Can I borrow your phone?

Go.

[ Beeping ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Sam ] Hello.
Sam, it's me.
I don't have a lot of time.

- Simon found me.
- Oh, Jesus, Mike.

He wants me
to get management to Miami.

Management?
Long story.

When you were at my loft,
did you see a way in?

No. They got it surrounded.
The marina, the container yard.
Best bet is the river.

You could go up a couple
hundred yards and swim, but
you sure you want to do that?

If I don't, Simon's
gonna blow up a hotel.

Oh, great.
Any idea which one?

That'd be too easy.
You and Fi
got to find that bomb.

Well, she's twisting arms--

[ Shouting ]
and calling in favors,
so we're doing what we can.

But, Mike,
don't let Simon
out of your sight, okay?

Give us some time
to get to a phone. We find
the bomb, you take this guy out.

I'll do my best, Sam.

There you are. I was beginning
to think you didn't understand
our arrangement.

I got what I needed.
Two F.B.I. teams
are watching my place.

But I know a way in.
And the surveillance?

I took care of him.

Michael, I didn't think
you had it in you.

So that was
the signal then.
You warned him off.

- What are you talking about?
He said he's on his way.
- Don't play games with me.

I'm not.

How much do you know
about your son's situation,
Mrs. Westen?

I prefer to give him
his privacy.

Do you know
what he does?

He kills people. Yeah.

Look at that.

I have to get something from
the kitchen. Can I get you any--

No, no.
I want you to sit down,
and I want you to look at that.

That was just
three years ago in Jordan.

Thirty people
were on that bus.

Fifteen survived,
all of them maimed.

- He didn't do this.
- Come on, you think he's
gonna tell his mother?

You think he's gonna say,
"Sorry, Mom. I blew up
a bus today"?

People get burned
for a reason,
Mrs. Westen.

Please. Where were you
going to meet your son?

The Sawgrass Mills Mall.

The food court.

- [ Papers Clatter ]
- Thank you.

So, that's our
hotel bomber's house?

It better be,
or I know a gun dealer...

who's gonna be choking
on my high heel.

- Looks like he's home.
- From what I hear,
he doesn't get out much.

And he's got more guns in there
than a little African country.

Probably shouldn't knock
on the front door then.

Fi, how does
this baby handle?

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ Engine Revving ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When entering a possible
combat situation,

you want the element
of surprise on your side.

It's why Special Forces
like to rappel down
from helicopters.

Of course if you
don't have a helicopter,
you may have to improvise.

Hi, honey. I'm home.

[ Guns Cocking ]
[ Fiona ]
Uh-uh. Hands up.

I ain't got
anything else
to tell you, ma'am.

I came down
from Rhode Island.

Picked up a couple of jobs
doing demolitions-- little
side work for a biker gang.

You are operating
on my turf.

That biker gang?
They told me
how to find you.

You see, Keith,
if I asked them...

to drag you back
to Rhode Island behind
their Harleys, they would,

just so that I would
owe them a favor.

- Capisce?
- Yeah.

So answer my questions
about this little hotel bomb...

or take your chances
with the bikers.

I just did what the guy said.
He gave me the specs.
I made the device.

I put it in a basement
at the Epic Hotel.

Okay, so you just put a bomb
on a hotel just like that,
like washing your car?

I was gonna turn the job down.
This guy's nuts.

He's Grade "A" psycho.
You'd like him.

- This device,
how's it set up?
- It's airtight.

It's got a timer
and a remote.

Epic Hotel.
We better get down there.
You sit tight.

The cops will be here
any minute.

It's insulting, really.

They give you my file, you
think they could set you up
in a nicer neighborhood.

It grows on you.

My place, just
across the canal,
around the bridge.

Looks clear.
Shall we?

There is no "we."
The F.B.I.'s
all over my place.

I think we can handle
a few guys in suits.

I'm swimming across the canal,
scaling a back wall and coming
in through the roof.

I'm not sure
I can do that alone
without being seen.

The two of us,
we don't stand a chance.

You got 10 minutes.
How's that sound?
Ten minutes? Sounds like a joke.

Well, what can I say?
I'm hilarious.
[ Watch Beeps ]

[ Watch Beeps ]
Go.

- [ Loud Bang ]
- Hear that? I think
someone's on the roof.

Radio the boys.
We're gonna check it out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Work in intelligence
long enough,

and you hang on
to phone numbers.

No matter who your enemy is,
there's a chance you'll
need him tomorrow.

Churchill and Stalin
weren't chummy in 1941.

But once the Nazis
marched on Moscow,
they got past their differences.

- [ Line Ringing ]
- [ Woman ]
Answering service.

This is Michael Westen.
I need to speak to management.

One moment, please.
[ Beeping ]

Michael Westen.
So, changed your mind?

I'm calling about a former
employee of yours-- Simon?

- How do you know about Simon?
- I know about Simon...

because he escaped from
whatever hole you put him in,
and now he wants your head.

He wants me to get you
to a government building...

on Grand Ave. by 6:00 p.m.

Keep him where he is.
I'll get a team to you.

He's not that stupid.

Right now all we have
is he thinks I'm willing
to hand you over...

if it means
clearing my name.

Ah. And you have
a proposal?

You come
just like he wants.

You bring a team,
and you take him down
when he comes after you.

Fine.

But know this.

You're my insurance.

If this goes wrong,
I wouldn't want to be you
or anyone who knows you.

I figured.

- [ Men Shouting ]
- Gotta go.
Talk to you later.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When a trained team
is advancing on your position,

sneaking away
is usually impossible.

Your best bet is to give them
something else to worry about.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Men Yelling ]

And nine minutes,
30 seconds.
I was getting itchy.

I talked to our mutual friend.

It's set.
We're meeting at 6:00.
Very good.

Michael, I know
this makes you unhappy,
but that old man has it coming.

- [ Vehicles Approaching ]
- Just think of me
as an instrument of justice.

Yeah. I'll try to wrap
my head around that.
We should move now.

- Oh.
- [ Siren Wailing ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]

Take a right up here. If we cut
through the warehouse district,
we can lose him in the alleys.

Thanks. I like
this route just fine.

Listen to me.
They're gaining on us.

If they catch us,
they're gonna cut us off
at the causeway.

- Or not.
- [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Horns Honking ]

- Ooh.
- [ Horns Honking ]

[ Horn Blaring ]

Whoo!

You pull something
like that again,
and I'll end this now.

[ Whimpering ]

[ Chuckling ]
Will you really?

Wanna run around Miami playing
"which hotel's gonna blow up"
after I'm dead?

See, if I was you,
I'd just go ahead and do it.

But then I like
a hotel blowing up
every once in a while.

What's it gonna be?

Just drive.

[ Callahan ]
Any fatalities?

Thanks.

[ Beeps ]

Sawgrass Mills Mall, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, we went up there.
Nothing.

You know, Mrs. Westen, at this
point, I could charge you with
aiding and abetting a felon.

Nothing there?
Probably was a senior moment.

[ Chuckles ]
You know, sometimes
I put my phone in the freezer.

Enough! Your son just caused
a major accident
on River Road.

- I don't know anything.
- People were injured--
my people.

These are men with families,
and you're sitting there
and letting it happen.

Got some stuff
from the garage--
modified shotgun rounds,

some listening devices,
bomb making components.

Shh, shh, shh.
So what do you
have to say about this?

- Those are mine.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Before you continue,

let me be perfectly clear,
Mrs. Westen.

You are now confessing
to federal crimes--
crimes your son committed.

Now, that may seem
very noble right now,

but believe me, after
you're in a federal prison
for a few years,

you will feel
very different.

[ Sighs ]
Look, believe it or not,
I'm trying to help you.

I want to get Michael
in one piece.

Those men out there,
the ones he hurt?
They don't care anymore.

- What does that mean?
- It means they will shoot first
and ask questions later.

Ha! It's funny. You never
really know a car until
you drive it through a wall.

This little baby did good.

Hey, keep it out front here,
will you? Just got
a quick errand. Thank you, sir.

Well, our bomber
says it's over here.

[ Sighs ]
Wow. That guy
does not mess around.

Right up against
a load-bearing wall.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Liquid nitrogen isn't
available at the corner store,

but it is a standard part
of a bomb maker's workshop.

It's also useful
for defusing explosives.

On a well-made bomb,
you can forget
about cutting wires.

Any decent bomb maker will
make sure the important wires
are impossible to reach.

- Well, Fi, it's been real.
- Yes, it has.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Freeze the detonator, though,

and you can usually
remove it safely.

Of course "usually" is not
a word you want to hear when
you're working with explosives.

[ Beeps ]

I heard a beep.
Was that a beep?

Get rid of it.
Get it behind something!

Okay.

False alarm.
We're good.

Oh, nice. Let's go.

[ Engine Turns Off ]

Ah. Smell that sea air.

You miss that
when you're locked
in a secret prison.

It's the little things.

Time to get out.
Get out?

You're planning to snatch a guy
who's bringing an armed team.

We should be scouting the site.

I've hired my own team.
I'm gonna put them
in place now, in fact.

Thank you for your offer.
I'll be fine.

You just be
at the government building
with management at 6:00.

I said, get out.

Simon, this doesn't
make any sense. You keep me
with you, we can do this right.

Uh, you don't think
I know what you're doing?

You want to keep me here
so you can contact
your friends...

and try to find
a way out of this.

It's not gonna happen.

You don't want to
do this, fine.
Walk away.

Shoot me.

We don't have
to do this my way.

My way, however,
is the only way...

that doesn't
involve the deaths
of thousands of people.

Your call.

I'll see you at 6:00.
Right.

Don't look so glum,
Michael.

Remember, this goes right,
everybody wins.

Call your friends. Yeah.

I'll see you soon.
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Beeping ]
Sam.

[ Alarm Ringing ]
Jesus, Mikey, there you are.
I've been calling and calling.

What happened?
Well, it was a little messy,
but we dealt with the bomb.

- We're clear.
- We're a lot of things, Sam,
but clear isn't one of 'em.

Thank you.
[ Beeps ]

We just got
some more news.

There was an explosion
in a hotel in Miami Beach.

- You think Michael did that?
- You're damn right
I think it was Michael.

Why would he want to do that?
You tell me...

why your son would want to
blow up a hotel.

He would never do that.

"He would never do that."
He did! Look at the file!

You saw it already.
Everything's there.
It's documented.

- And these are all lies!
- I saw it with my own eyes!

I saw your son attack
a police officer, Mrs. Westen.
He nearly killed the man.

Your son shot at me.
He tried to kill me.

You live in a fantasy world,
lady! You have no idea
who your own son really is!

I know this.

If Michael wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead.

I know exactly
who my son is!

Now back off!

Last chance,
Mrs. Westen.

Do you really want to pay
for your son's mistakes?

He paid for mine.

You are under arrest.

All right, get up.
Put your hands
behind your back. Up, now!

[ Chattering ]

That's the government building.
That's where Simon
wants management.

It's pretty open
down there.

This means you got two teams
shooting it out in traffic.
Perfect.

We got the bomb.
He's lost his leverage.
We should shoot the bastard.

Yeah, if he shows himself,
that's exactly
what we should do.

All righty then.
It's that kind of thing?

Yeah. It's definitely
that kind of thing.

I need
to go meet management
at his landing site.

You're going
in alone, unarmed?

Management wants to do it
his way, Fi.

Wants his team to do
all the shooting.

I'm just there to make
sure Simon shows up.

- Any idea where Simon is?
- Probably set up a few miles
away in an armored truck.

- That's what I would do.
- Well, we'll back you up
the best we can.

Thank you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
To be a spy,
you need physical fitness,

a facility with languages,
a tolerance for exotic foods...

and the bugs
that come with them.

But ultimately, there's
no greater qualification...

than the ability
to look someone who ruined
your life in the eye...

and say, "Let's work together."

Right on time.
When it comes to Simon,
I don't take chances.

- Where is he?
- I'm assuming he's planning on
grabbing you on the street.

About that-- let's be clear
about one thing
before this begins.

I might look like a nice
old man, but I assure you,
Michael, I'm not.

I'll remember that.
You have your guys in place?

Down on the street
by the office.
They've identified Simon's team.

They'll grab Simon as soon
as he shows his face.
Simon's team? Already?

Locals apparently.
They'll be eliminated as
soon as the extraction starts.

Simon paid $10 million
to break out of prison.
He hired an amateur team?

Whatever trick Simon
has planned down there,

we have more than
enough firepower
to take care of it.

How many helipads
in the area?
Helipads? Just the one.

Just the one?

He knew where
you were going to land.

- Oh!
- [ Groans ]

Guess I was wrong
about that
"everybody wins" thing.

Don't be disappointed.
You'll get your
reputation back.

Course you'll be dead.
Better late than never.

I guess your new little pet
didn't work out so well.

Ahh!

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

- Time to go,
you son of a bitch.
- What the hell happened?

I don't know.
I just came out here,
and the chopper was on fire.

This guy's hurt.
I'm gonna take him
downstairs.

[ Man ]
I need all units
to the roof now.

[ Line Ringing ]
Come on, Mikey. Answer.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

- Sam.
- Mike, what
happened up there?

Things didn't go
quite as planned.

Yeah, no kidding.
Look, we're down
on the street, south side.

- Can you get down here?
- I'm working on it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's no trick to getting down
off a building quickly.

Gravity will take care
of that for you.

The challenge is getting down
without breaking your neck.

- Mike, what the hell
is going on?
- Simon got away.

He's with management.
He's wearing a blue
security uniform, and--

There.
There, by the ambulance.

[ Engine Starts ]

You call the F.B.I.
You tell them
where I am.

I'm taking this truck.
You make sure they follow me.
No. We talked about this.

We're in this together.
The feds are gonna be
all over me.

- We are going with you.
- You can't follow me
this time, Fi.

I got to do this one
on my own. Fi--

[ Beeping ]
[ Engine Starts ]

[ Siren Blaring ]
[ Horn Blaring ]

[ Siren Continues ]

[ Horn Honks ]

- [ Horn Honks ]
- [ Siren Wailing ]

[ Honking ]

Oh!

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Michael! Don't.

- Let us take care of him.
- You had your chance.
I saw how well that went.

- [ Pistol Cocks ]
- Michael!

Shooting an unarmed man
with the F.B.I.
about to arrive...

will put a big dent
in your future.

And you have
a big future.

[ Sirens Blaring In Distance ]

I should leave.
See you soon.

[ Laughs ]
Are you kidding me?

You gonna listen
to the old man?

4.75 pounds of pressure
on that trigger,

this all ends.

- Come-- [ Groans ]
- Put the gun down.

- [ Guns Cocking ]
- Put it down!

Do it now!
You heard him!

Drop your weapon!
I will blow your head off.
Put the gun down!

Oh, he owns you now, boy.

Get on your stomachs.
[ Groans, Coughs ]
It's just a matter of time...

till you're just like me.
Face down!

Put your hands
on top of your head!

Just like me.

Just like me.

I've been sitting here
for hours.

Yes, you have.

So, you gonna charge me
with something?

Me? No.
I'm off the case.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm off the case.

- Where's my son?
- Honestly, I have no idea.

Uh, we had him in custody
for about 20 minutes,
and then he was taken away.

He was here?
You had him here?
That's right.

And God only knows
what hole he's in now.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

What's that supposed to mean?
He just disappeared?
Pretty much.

Before, I could have gone
through official channels.

But once someone is removed
from our custody,
there is nothing I can do,

and that is your choice.

You had him, and you
let somebody take him.

You did! You let
somebody take him!

You hit me
all you want.

It won't change a thing.

He is gone.

[ Door Opens ]
[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Beeps ]

You could go.

How do I find my son?
I have no idea.