All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S04E07.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

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.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Psychiatrists have nothing
on spies...

when it comes to overanalyzing
their friends' behavior.

As a covert operative,
you routinely trust your
coworkers with your life,

so you tend to notice when
they start acting strangely.

[ Michael ]
Jesse, you want to tell us
why we've come here?

What?
It's a beautiful day, man.

Oh, please!
First you complain about
how sandy the beach is,

and then you can't stop
staring at the one woman
on South Beach...

who should not
be wearing a bikini.

Who is the future
Mrs. Jesse Porter over there?

[ Chuckling ]
She's not exactly my type.

My old boss Marv--
that's his wife.
I heard they were in town.

Here we thought it was
just a coincidence you set up
in front of the Eden Roc Hotel.

You know about
the International Intelligence
Conference they're having here?

Covert operatives
and diplomats from all over
the world mingling in Miami.

Michael has this weekend
circled in his calendar
every year.

I should have been straight
with you guys.

I just didn't think you'd
be comfortable bodysurfing
with a bunch of spies.

So what's your plan?
Bump into your old boss,
build a sand castle together,

and he welcomes you back
with open arms?

Marv knows about
what I was lookin' into
before I got burned--

the assassinations,
the arms dealing.

He doesn't like it
any more than we do.

So I was thinking maybe...

you might be able
to lean on him a little bit.

Could help get
our investigation
back on track.

We do need somebody
with high-level
federal connections.

Sam's buddies haven't
turned up anything.

Well, I take it
our beach day is over.

Where do you suppose
old Marv is hiding?

Hey!
Sorry.

Well, if that was my wife,
I know where I'd be.

Marv.

I'm sorry. Do we--
Michael Westen.

Yeah.
That Michael Westen.

Probably don't want
to be seen with me.
Not with him either, huh?

What do you want?

Jesse hasn't stopped working
his last assignment.
I've been helping him.

There was a failed bank heist
a couple of months ago
here in Miami.

We want to know
which bank it was and what
they were trying to steal.

I can't help you.
Sure you can.

The bank kept it
out of the news,
but they had to report it.

Call a friend at the Treasury.
Hell, the F.D.I.C. might even--

No. I mean,
I can't help you or Jesse.
Not after what happened.

Jesse is not guilty
of what he's accused of.
Trust me.

I never believed what
they said about Jesse,

but I'm not about
to do any favors
for a couple of burned spies.

I'm sorry.

He didn't go for it?

We'll just have to
change Marv's mind,
right, Michael?

[ Michael Narrating ]
International conferences
are good cover...

for run-of-the-mill
diplomatic spooks
and black-bag operatives alike.

One way to tell them apart--
their luggage.

You don't bring
a high-speed film camera
to an event...

where nobody wants
their picture taken...

unless you want to bypass
the X-ray machines
at the airport.

Telephoto lenses
are a great place...

to store the illegal silencer
you're smuggling in.

- What are we lookin' at?
- A Russian wet work team,
if I had to guess.

Spetsnaz, definitely,
and they're here to work.

Think they're here
to kill someone
on American soil?

I don't think they're here
for the banquet food
and seminars.

They came heavy.

- You think you're the target?
- Maybe, maybe not.

Either way,
I'd love to know who is.

Why don't we just
ask one of them?

How 'bout the pretty boy there?
Seems like the runt
of the litter.

Hmm. Almost doesn't
seem fair.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

Alexi. Davai.

[ Grunts ]
Oh, hold the elevator!
Oh!

Bitch,
what are you doing?

Language.
Ladies first, man.
We'll get the next one.

[ Bell Dings ]
See?

There you go, buddy.

[ Elevator Doors Close ]
** [ Speakers: Muzak ]

[ Bell Dings ]

Nyet, nyet, nyet.
Who's your target?

No English.

We know better than that,
don't we, bitch?

Gotta go
and make this difficult.

This was my idea.
I should have gotten
to hit him.

[ Alexi Grunting ]

- [ Grunts ]
- Shh!

Even a day at the beach
isn't a day at the beach
with you people.

[ Sam ]
Where is he?
Where you got him?

[ Fiona ] You're awfully
fired up, Sam. Isn't this
normally your nap time?

Yeah, but I love
interrogating Russians.
They were my all-time favorite--

I'm the boss. I call dibs.
Wait a second.
Mike, that's not fair.

You really think
he's gonna side with you
over his girl?

Guys! There's a wet work
team on South Beach that
might be here to kill me.

I would like to find out today.

Sam, you make the introductions.

I'm famous, Fi's the hammer.

Okay. So bad cop,
badder cop,
worst cop.

I can live with that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Under ideal circumstances,

a good interrogation
unfolds slowly,

but circumstances
are not always ideal.

If you're operating on a clock,

sometimes you have to get
right in your enemy's face
and turn up the heat.

Now we're
gettin' somewhere.

Alexi? Wow. That's kind of
a girlie name for a Russian
operative, isn't it?

Why are you in Miami?

Come on, Alexi.
Who's your target?

We know you guys
are here on business.

Oh, look. A suppressor.
How'd that get in there?

[ Spits ]
Oh, I get it.

Yeah, I can slap you around
all day, and you're not
gonna talk, are you?

You know Michael Westen?

Is he your target?
You joke.

Everyone in Russian
special forces...

has heard the name Westen.

He's like the boogeyman--
not real.

I don't know about that.

It's fake.

You can't be.

[ Speaking Russian ]

[ Laughing ]

I won't talk.

I can't.

Okay, tough guy.
You can talk to
our lady friend.

Don't worry.
We're not gonna kill you.

We don't have to.

We can just
leave you here.

Then you can
spend the next
three days...

getting very,
very thirsty...

and wondering why
you didn't save your friends.

- What are you talking about?
- We can't let your team strike.

We don't
have to kill
them either.

All we have to do
is stop them.

Tell us your mission,
and we'll spare your lives.

It's been a while
since I've heard the sound
of a Russian scream.

I miss it.

Have it your way.

- Paul Anderson.
- There's a good boy.

[ Chuckles ]

We're here for an old spy,
an American named Paul Anderson.

He had a source in the Kremlin
during the cold war.

We think maybe his source
is still in our government.

So you're here
to interrogate him?

Our leader, Vitali,
is a specialist.

Where you gonna
grab Anderson?

He has job
at Banana Fish Bar.

That's all I know.

Please.

[ Alexi Grunts ]

It almost doesn't seem fair.
Alexi's a sweetheart really.

At least you're
not the target.

We gotta warn Anderson.

Do you know
where this bar is?

Uh, yeah. It's a bar.

I'll drive.

- Fi, can you--
- Babysit Alexi.

I was gonna say
babysit Jesse.

He wanted to stay close
to Marv. Just make sure
he doesn't get too close.

Sounded to me
like Marv thought Jesse
was actually innocent.

If he starts digging
and finds out I'm the one
who got Jesse fired,

we could have
some real problems.

So it's not enough
to burn the guy.

Now we have to make sure
he stays burned?

Fi, please.

[ Car Door Opens ]
[ Muffled Grunts ]

[ Whooping, Chattering ]
** [ Dance Pop ]

[ Michael ]
Barkeep.
Yo.

You know
where we can find
a Paul Anderson?

Yeah. Down there,
end of the bar.

- Paul.
- No Paul here. I'm Chris.
What can I get you?

Never mind.

Damn it. The first guy.
I must've spooked him.
He ran.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Uh, no, Mike.
He didn't.

Been a long time since
anybody called me Paul.

Take it easy.
I'm Mike. This is Sam.

I don't want to upset you
while you've got a gun
on my friend,

but there's a Russian
black ops team on its way
to kidnap and torture you.

That's the worst news
I've heard all day.

You guys are
nice enough fellas,

but you dropped a name
that died about 20 years ago.

Look, we're friendlies.

I used to be on the teams.
Mike worked for the Company.

I've got a Spetsnaz officer
curled up in a steamer trunk.

He told me four of his buddies
are on their way here now
to kidnap you.

That's funny.
It's really not.

I hope someday
you think it is.

So how does a retired spy
land back on the radar?

All right. Back in '86,

the Russians
had these birds...

that could fly
into our comm satellites
and knock 'em out.

I had a source
in the Kremlin.
[ Sam ] Wait a second.

You're the guy who got
the specs on the Russian
hunter-killer satellites?

- That was you?
- I had to play it
off the books...

because of this
numbnuts congressman
named Bill Cowley.

You mean the chairman of
the House intelligence oversight
committee, Bill Cowley?

Mike, you know,
he's the keynote speaker at
the convention this weekend.

Well, I got sloppy
the other night.

I drank way too much.

I got on the Internet
message board...

and I ripped him
a good one.

You outed yourself.

I said I was sloppy.
Guys, they're here.

We keep this quiet, stay low.
This doesn't have to
become a scene.

What are you talking about,
"we"? It's my mess.
I'll clean it up.

Sorry, old-timer.
Can't be picking off bad guys
in the middle of a crowded bar.

- You're just gonna have to
accept our help.
- All right.

But if you call me
"old-timer" again,

you're gonna be
wearing your ass
around your head...

like a hat.

[ Whooping, Laughing ]

Three guesses
which one's Vitali.

Looks like the typical
Russian tactics.
They block off the exits...

and advance
about as fast as a glacier
until they find the target.

I guess
we'll have to move quickly.

Keep your eye on Paul.
I'll make a path.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're being hunted in a
crowd, your biggest advantage...

is your opponents can't
maintain visual contact
with each other.

The key is to move without
drawing attention to yourself.

When you can,
you disguise your actions
as something else.

Serge's had
way too much to drink!

When you can't,
you strike fast and hard.

[ Grunts ]

[ Russian ]

Boris.
Huh?
[ Grunts ]

- [ Grunts ]
- They always answer to Boris.

You were right.
It is more fun
without the guns.

[ Michael Narrating ] Then
you calmly move for the exits
and get the hell out of there.

I appreciate
the thought, fellas,

but if this dump is your idea
of a safe house, thanks.

This is not a--
I live here.

Look, just stay the night.
Vitali and his boys are
not gonna come knocking.

We'll make some calls, try
and get you federal protection.
That's not an option.

When I retired,
they didn't exactly
give me a gold watch.

You were burned?
No, but I'm
a little toasty.

You gotta have some friends
on the inside.

Most of my friends are dead,
and the rest of 'em
are pissed off at me.

That sounds familiar.
[ Door Opens ]

I tell you what--
You've done enough.
I should just get going.

[ Fiona ]
Who do we have here?

Well, I guess
I could stay the night.

It was like watching
a younger version
of myself...

cutting through
those Russians, you know?

They used to call it karate,
but I think they got
a new word for it now.

- Foreplay.
- Hello.

Where'd you find
this beautiful creature?

Let's focus. Now that
the Russians know you're out
in the cold, it's open season.

If they're willing
to send one Vitali stateside,
they'll keep sending Vitalis...

until you're answering
questions with electrodes
all over your face.

I still won't talk.
That's option "B."

Option "A" is
we get you back in.

You need a new identity,
a pension transfer and your name
back on the do-not-touch list.

You said you had
some dirt on Cowley?
Now's the time to use it.

One of my guys at the Bureau
told me that Cowley has a nice
place out on Key Biscayne.

Tomorrow morning, I'll try and
separate him from his entourage,
and I'll meet you guys there.

[ Paul ]
Well, the file's at my place,
and I probably got...

four new Russian neighbors
staking it out.

Think we should
try and grab it
while it's still dark?

No. Let's do it tomorrow.
I want them to see me coming.

Get some sleep, Paul.

I need to talk to you
about Jesse.

Have you two gotten
in front of Marv yet?

I'm gonna bump
into him in the morning.
I want to talk about--

Not now.
Not in front of--

Just do this for me,
please?

Well, Mike,
I still love ya.

Have fun with the Ghost
of Christmas Future.

Oh, my God! Marv?

Uh-- Barbara.
We met in Toronto.

I have lost a few pounds.
Maybe you don't recognize me.

In Toronto?
The conference?

You gave that
great talk on data mining
in the Near East.

Genius.

I came up afterwards
and said so.

Oh, yeah. That's great.
That's great.

We should get a drink.

I don't know.

I'm here representing
this amazing new
translation software.

500 dialects,
incredible semantic nuance.

Oh, you mean
like a business thing.

Um-- Um--

Or we could meet privately.

Room 337.

Show you my brochure.

Great.
Yes, that would be great.

Of course. Barbara.
Yes, I remember.

Oh, it's wonderful.
[ Sighs ]
Oh.

We in?

No Marv can resist me.
All right, I owe you.

I might really owe you.

Marv's in a good position
to find out more
about why I got fired.

You sound like Michael
after he got burned.

The only thing
he managed to do was
waste a year of his life.

Different circumstances, Fi.

Jesse, take it from someone
who's had to watch
this show before.

You want to solve
this big mystery that spans
the globe, you go ahead.

But after that,

try to do something good
in your own corner of it.

Your past is your past.
It's not coming back.

Fi, that all sounds,
uh, really healthy.

I can't just walk away.

I'm not stopping until
the people that got me burned
are six feet under.

That's just what it is.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies and politicians
tend not to get along very well.

Politicians see spies
as vitally important
in the national interest...

right up to the point where
they deny ever meeting them
and abandon them entirely.

It makes for a tough
working relationship.

Sir? Congressman?
Congressman Cowley, could I talk
to you for a minute, please?

I'm sorry.
We're late for a press event
at the Grove Boardwalk.

I need to talk to your boss,
right now, in private. This is
a very sensitive matter for me.

I don't care if it's
a national security matter.

No one gets
in front of the congressman
without an appointment.

Thanks for your support.
Sir, I'm a war vet, okay?

This is about my disability.
I'm one of your constituents.

Yeah, but just one.

Sir, please. Come on.
I mean, who pays
for your fancy car?

Joe Taxpayer, that's who.

This isn't over!

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Sam, would you still love me
if I switched to autumn colors?

Uh, yes, but not as much.
Look, Maddy, we need your help.

I gotta corral a congressman
and deliver him to Mike.
Are you up for it?

- Maybe. Who is it?
- You know Bill Cowley?

Isn't he that guy
with that obnoxious
good-ol'-boy shtick?

- I always want to slap him.
- Yeah.

You meet me
at the Grove Boardwalk,
you may just get the chance.

[ Paul ]
That's me--
the corner apartment.

[ Michael ] Could you have
picked an easier place
for hostiles to stake out?

[ Paul ]
Yeah, like an apartment
over a nightclub.

Vitali's got a nice,
tight net set up.

Smart deployment,
great field of vision.
He's a pro.

What?
You know something?
You remind me of me.

What, do you wake up
three or four times
in the middle of the night?

I could tell you
it gets better,
but I'd be lying.

After a while,
you just start
collecting ghosts.

You don't seem
all that haunted.

Well, rum helps... a lot.

There's no good angle
for approach.
There will be.

[ Muffled Grunting ]

Best case,
they leave town.

Worst case, you get the file
and head out back. I'll meet you
there in five minutes.

[ Grunting Continues ]
They'll still be busy dealing
with Alexi's new wardrobe.

Vitali!

[ Speaking Russian ]

Let's go. Everybody out.

Everyone's invited.

You on the bench.

That's right.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Who are you?
What is this?

I'm Michael Westen.

Yeah, that one.

Mr. Westen.

We have no problem
with you.

You are wrong, Vitali.
We have a big problem.

You're hunting
an American spy in my town.
I'm offended.

Paul Anderson is a snake.

Then I'm a snake too.

Now, if I were
to take the tape off
your man Alexi's mouth,

he's probably gonna
beg for permission
to pack up and go home.

I suggest you join him.

Such a decision
is not up to me.

We have our orders.

I'm afraid we are,
you would say,
at a crossroad.

I'd say you have an hour
to get out of Miami, or there's
not going to be as many of you.

I am sorry, Alexi,
but the mission comes first.

Your man is packed
with enough C-4
to take out all of us.

- Put the gun down.
- I kill Michael Westen,
I am Russian hero.

This is a radio transmitter
with a dead man's switch.

Well, in this case,
dead men.

You shoot me, I drop this.

No more Alexi.
No more Vitali.

No more... that guy.

Put your weapons
down now.

Now!

After Paul, you are next.

Delightful.

Now, you shoot at me
before I'm out of range,

you'll be sharing
each other's caskets.

Old-timer, come on.
Let's go! We're clear.

Damn it.

Well?
Well, I can't remember.

I can't remember
the combination.

I must've had
too many last night.
I'm a little foggy.

Jesus, we've got five minutes,
maybe 10, while they deal with
this guy's vest.

- Can you crack it?
- I was trained to do this
by touch.

I feel the click
of the pins...

in my fingerprints.

Well, I was trained
to listen.

Well, then listen!

[ Sighs ]

Well?

Well?
We gotta kill the outside
noise and the vibrations.

Help me move the safe.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need a microphone,
but you only have a speaker,

you don't have a problem.

Both have magnets and coils
that conduct sound
in roughly the same way.

So you can just plug
a pair of headphones into
a stereo's auxiliary jack...

and crank the volume.

It's not quite good enough
for karaoke,

but you'll be able to hear
even faint noises...

like the disks in a safe's
locking mechanism...

clicking into position.

[ Clicks ]
Eight.

- Twenty.
- Shh!

I can't believe
I couldn't remember
the day my mother died.

[ Men Shouting In Russian ]

Okay. They're here.

Finally I get to kill
some Russians.

Not now. Let's go.

[ Paul ]
Anyone ever tell you
you're no fun?

All the time.
Get down!

[ Man Shouting In Russian ]

Oh! This is fun.
[ Laughs ]

[ Michael ]
Get in the car!

I hope you're havin' fun.
We lost 'em about
three miles back.

I'm just being careful.

Now, let's see
what I got here.

You get a little older, you want
to double-check everything.

Here we go.

You sure that's enough
to put Cowley in a corner?

This is his signature
under a letter
to the marine general...

urging the illegal deployment
into Bogotá in 1988.

Fourteen of our boys
went K.I.A.

- We weren't in Bogotá in '88.
- Cowley covered it up.

- Jesus. Where the hell
did they come from?
- All right.

- How'd they find us?
- They gotta have
satellite support.

What?

Technology has
improved a bit...

since the last time
you stole their specs.

Stop doing that!

- Stop that right now!
- What?

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Horn Honks ]
[ Grunts ]

You gotta be kidding me!

The Russians are trying to
decide whether to snatch me...

right here
in the middle of Bayshore Drive.

Vitali won't
make a move here.

As long as he knows
he's got eyes in the sky,
he knows we can't lose him.

What a mess.
But you gotta admit
it's kinda funny.

No. No, I don't gotta
admit that. No.

- I'll be right back.
- All right.

[ Horns Honking ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As dangerous as a high-speed
chase can be,

there's nothing
quite as treacherous
as a no-speed chase.

If you get pursued
into bad traffic,

your operating paradigm
has to shift.

Your car's
no longer being pursued.
You are.

Just because your car can't move
doesn't mean you can't.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

[ Shouting In Russian ]

[ Russian ]

So that woman you're with--
your fiancée.

Not my fiancée. Fiona.

Wound a little tight,
aren't you?

Now would be a good time to
light that on fire and give them
something else to look at.

And make it count.
I only got one of those.

[ Shouting In Russian ]

Ho-ho!

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
[ Cowley ] Sure. I'd like
to take a few questions.

Mike, please tell me
you're not calling
from a Siberian gulag.

Not yet. We got the file.
Are you ready for us?

About to be.
Your mom is collecting
the congressman as we speak.

- My mother?
- There isn't really
enough time to explain.

No, there isn't.
The Russians have
satellite support.

We can drive all we want,
but sooner or later,

we're gonna be staring down
the barrel of Vitali's A.K.

Don't you worry, Mikey.
Your mom is clutch.

[ Cowley ]
Together we can make this
a safer, more prosperous Miami.

Thank you.
Thank you all very much.

Congressman?
Hey. How are you?
Good to see you again.

Good to see you.
Good speech.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Bill? Bill!

It's Helen, from Yale.

Helen Foxvog.

Foxy?
Hey.

Hello, Helen.
[ Laughing ]

Listen, um, tell your people...

that you don't feel well
and you want to
drive home alone...

because you and I have a meeting
with Paul Anderson
at your house,

and he's ready to talk
all about the Colombian thing
if you don't.

[ Loud Laughing ]

Yeah.

Tell him...

I'll meet him
at my office tomorrow.

Oh, actually no. It's now!
[ Laughs ]

Or I'm gonna start screaming
about our love affair
in the '70s...

and your secret
grandchildren.

Caroline and little Jack--
they're dying to meet you.

I don't feel well.
I'm gonna take the car home.

I'm here.
Almost.

Come on in.

Listen,
I gotta be honest.

We're very satisfied
with our translation software.

Yeah, about that--

Hey, Marv.

I gave your department
eight years of my life. I got
kicked out over some garbage.

The least you can do
is hear me out.
Or we could call your wife.

You know me, man.
You know I didn't do
what they said I did.

No, I don't know that.
I'd like to believe it, yes.

What I do know
is that an effort was made
to hack into an eyes-only file.

An effort that was traced back
to your log-in, your password.

You can't believe that I--
It doesn't matter
what I believe!

No. No. No, there's too much
evidence against you.

I got too close.
That's what happened.

Marv, someone's
out there starting wars.

They're knocking off labor
leaders, burning food supplies.
They're getting rich doing it.

I was this close,
so they had me burned.

- Look, even if that were true--
- I'm still working this thing.

Maybe it clears my name,
maybe it doesn't,
but somebody's gotta do it.

All I need from you
is the name of a bank.

But you really can't
give me that much?

What bank?

Best lead I got says the folks
we're looking for tried to
hit a safety deposit box...

on the fourth
of last month.

The bank kept it quiet.
No cops, no news coverage.

But they must've reported it
to insurance, right?

All right.
I'll make a couple of calls.

But I can't see you again,
Jess, ever.

Tomorrow night
I'll meet this... person
in the hotel bar...

after Elise
goes to sleep.

It's a date.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Sam ]
They're waiting
for you, sir.

"They"? Who does Paul
have with him?

It's a surprise.

Anderson, have you lost
your goddamn mind?

Hello, Bill.

Michael Westen.
I don't know
if you two have met.

- I'm well aware of who he is.
- Congressman, we don't have
a lot of time.

There's a Russian black ops team
on its way to kidnap Paul.

[ Scoffs ]
Right.

I'm sure this washout's
right at the top
of their to-do list.

Listen, you smug bastard.
The cold war wasn't
so cold for me.

I didn't like the people,
they didn't like me.

I think what Paul
is trying to say
is that he needs protection,

and you can make that happen
just by picking up the phone.

[ Paul ]
Or not.

Maybe I'd just
rather take my chances
and see what happens.

This was your idea,
wasn't it? Shaking down
a sitting congressman.

[ Whistles ]
Yeah, boy, you got
some juicy business here...

if this was 1988.

I'm pretty sure there's
no statute of limitations
on anything that nasty.

If this gets out,
you'll be selling
your granddaughter's pony...

to pay for
your legal bills.

[ Chuckling ]

My granddaughter's pony.

I like that.

But no,
you're sorely mistaken.

What the hell do you mean,
"mistaken"?

You don't think I knew
what a colossal pig screw
this was?

I got right on top
of that mess.

I caught a two-star general
with his hand in the till.

Happy to own it.

Got him a dishonorable
discharge instead of
five years in the brig.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm clean.

He's bluffing.

You have nothing, Paul,

and you're about
to have even less.

You sent those boys
to their death, and now
you're messing around.

And your friends
who drove me out here?

They can look forward
to an audit every year
for the rest of their lives.

Paul.
And you.

I'll probably heap
a little dirt on your grave,
Mr. Westen,

just for the hell of it.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Come on.

Probably shouldn't
have done that.

- Michael! What happened?
- He pissed me off.

Mike, what part of the plan
called for assaulting
a United States congressman?

I know,
but he pissed Paul off.
We got bigger problems.

Vitali and his men
will be here any minute.
We can't leave him here.

We sure as hell
can't take him with us.

I am not kidnapping
a member of the House
of Representatives today.

Maybe after they shoot
the lot of you and drag me
off to the dungeon,

he'll believe us.

- Two birds with one stone.
- I don't think
we have a choice.

Vitali's guys will come at us
from all angles
and all at once.

We could turn this place
inside out pretty easy,

give the congressman
a front-row seat
and something to think about.

That's not bad.
Well, it sounds bad!

I think
I'll just catch a cab.

[ Michael ]
Go.

Showtime.

I guess
I'd better wake him.

[ Grunts, Coughing ]

You-- You son of a bitch!
You're going to jail!

There's no time for that!
The Russians are coming.

-Right. The Russians are coming.
-They followed us here.
They're gonna kill us all.

I'm calling the police.

Somehow, I doubt a couple
of Miami Beach patrolmen...

are gonna save you from
a Russian black ops team,
even if they got here on time.

- Give it a rest. There are no--
- Take a look.

- [ Speaking Russian ]
- Oh, my God.
What the hell are they--

Come on. Let's go.
Quit gawkin'.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Every country emphasizes
slightly different tactics...

with their elite troops.

The Chinese special forces
learn how to shoot
with either hand.

The German D.S.O.
teaches their men
to rappel from helicopters.

- Here they come.
- Bring it, baby.

What are you gonna do?
Build me a shed?

[ Michael Narrating ]
And every Russian
Spetsnaz team...

is trained
to siege secure locations...

by surrounding, advancing
and synchronizing their attack.

Their discipline
makes them hard to escape,
but easy to predict.

[ Russian ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Sam ]
Sorry we keep meeting
like this, Alexi.

[ Michael Narrating ]
An all-out coordinated breach
has its advantages--

maximum force,
the element of surprise.

But there are drawbacks too.

If everyone goes in at once,
you can find yourself
locked inside...

before you realize
your target has already left.

- [ Vitali Shouting ]
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Shouts In Russian ]

Vitali!
[ Russian ]

Surrender your guns
before the police arrive,
and I'll show you mercy.

If not, I aim lower.

[ Shouting In Russian ]

Sounds like it's workin'.

Idiot!

[ Michael ]
I only see three guns, Vitali.

[ Angry Grunt ]

Spasibo.

Walk out backwards
with your hands up.

You think this is over?

For me, they will trade.

They will do
prisoner exchange.

For him,
they will send more.

We will not stop until old man
tells us everything.

You will answer our questions,
and then you will die.

I will volunteer for this!

[ Gunshot ]
[ Gasps ]

[ Body Thuds ]
[ Michael ]
Paul.

- Put the weapon down.
- What the hell are you doing?

Are you telling me
I can't kill Russians
when they invade Florida?

Put your gun down, Paul.

You're welcome.

You killed him.
You killed him!

In a minute,
the police will arrive.

Ten minutes after that,
news vans will join them.

So you gotta ask yourself,
what story do you want it to be?

Option one:
You were targeted by rogue
Russian operatives.

You heroically shot one of them
and captured the rest.

Option number two:
You are secret pals
with Michael Westen,

whose nefarious dealings
brought Russian terrorists
to Miami.

[ Michael ]
So what's it gonna be?

Michael Westen sticks around
and smiles for the camera,

or you make some calls
for Paul?

Hell.

Maybe I'll even run
unopposed next time.

Trash. I'm not
gonna miss that job.

Now that you got
your pension back,
are you gonna work in Virginia?

I was thinking about
maybe writing my memoirs.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna
put 'em online or anything.

You can publish them
after I'm dead.

That shouldn't
be anytime soon, as long
as you keep your head down.

The feds are gonna
keep an eye on you.

I just hope they've relocated
some lady spooks up there.

Gotta be somebody
in Newport for old--

The hell's my name?

"Paul Vandermark."

Gotta be a story there.

What, did you do some job
in a German castle or something?

[ Chuckles ]

I don't remember.

It's not just
when you drink, is it?

Well, guess
that's the last of it.

All you really
have in the end...

are your stories.

[ Grunts ]
Can you handle
the rest of it, kid?

The bank you're looking for
is Miami Trust.

You got the details
for the heist all in there.
Everything I could get.

Thanks, Marv.

Listen.

I want you to tell Jesse
that I never doubted him.

There was just never enough
there for me to make a case
to get him reinstated.

But you tell him
that I believed him.

What are you
talking about?

Jesse's key card entries,
computer log-in.

There were these
discrepancies in the timing
on the day he got fired.

It's like somebody had
a duplicate key card.

Really?

Well, the security footage--

It's all gone.
It's confiscated.

But you get somebody
with the clearance
to track it down,

you'll get a good look
at the guy who did...

what they pinned on Jesse.

[ Exhales ]

They must have been
three serious pros...

to get into the vault,
wire this safety-deposit box...

and get out without
showing their faces.

Three serious pros
with seriously rotten luck.

If it wasn't for
a random security sweep,

we'd be looking at a picture
of a hole in the wall.

I'm about to go,
uh, scout the bank.
Anybody want to join me?

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay.

Um-- All right, listen.
I can't thank you guys enough.

So, uh,
I'll see you later.
[ Chuckles ]

Uh, Fi--

[ Grunts ]
You know what
I did tonight?

I destroyed evidence
that would've led Jesse...

to finding out
that you burned him.

Thank you.
Thank you?

[ Scoffs ]

Fi. Fi!
What we're doing
is worth it.

This is bigger
than one person's career.

There are so many
people out there--
I can't stand this!

I can't stand
lying to Jesse.

I can't stand watching you
keep this secret
like it's nothing!

I can't stand what
you're turning into.
Which is what?

Someone who only cares
about the idea of people--

who doesn't
give a damn...

about the ones
who have his back
every single day.

You know me
better than that.

I used to think so.