All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S04E09.1080p.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.

[ Vehicle Horns Honking ]

Let's go, man.
You got it?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Classified data
has been digitally encoded...

since before computers
were invented.

Spies have used book ciphers
for centuries...

to send numeric correspondence
that only can be read when
paired with the proper text.

Bibles make good codebooks
because of the variance...

between printed editions
and the numbering
of chapter and verse.

So your search
for the root of all evil
led you to rob a bank,

and you're rewarded
with the Word of God.

- What is that-- irony?
- [ Sam ] It's a serious
codebook is what it is.

What do you think
it pairs with?
[ Michael ] I don't know.

But I know somebody
who does.

- Simon? Our Simon?
- "Did everything
you were ever accused of...

and then tried to kill us and
blow up half of Miami" Simon?

Yep.
[ Fiona ] So the bad guys
we're hunting...

took a break
from global destruction...

to come to Miami
to steal this book.

And it turns out
what they're really after...

are the secrets of a psycho
who's obsessed with you.

Yes. But you guys aren't seeing
the silver lining here.

Simon probably knows
who they are.

Hey, Michael.
This glass, it's not half-full.

It's completely empty.

[ Hammering At Windows ]
And this is trouble.

Okay. Well, you're probably
not gonna love this.

I'm trying to get
a face-to-face
with Simon.

I've asked Vaughn
to come to town
to talk about it.

I thought the weird feeling
in the air was just
the calm before the storm.

No. It's a disturbance
in the Force!

Look, Simon's locked away
in a secret prison.

Vaughn is the only one who can
put me in a room with him.

That makes him
my teammate on this.

Why not let Vaughn grill Simon
about the Bible?

Or hell, just destroy the thing
and walk away.

Oh, no. He couldn't do that.
He has to see it through
to the bitter end.

And it's not about Michael.
It's about saving all those
innocent people.

I've heard your spiel enough
times, I can do the whole thing
backwards if you want.

You just left out the part
where, if I walk away,
Jesse got burned for nothing.

Well, I was mocking you.
I wasn't saying you were wrong.

Just wish me luck.

Stash that
until Vaughn is gone.

Sure. Because we wouldn't want
your trusted new teammate
to kill you for it!

[ Hammering Continues ]

Here you go.
What's this?
You kicking us out?

Didn't you guys hear?
There's a hurricane coming.

Huh. Well, it's not
the worst thing
headed this way.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Wind Blowing ]
Oh! About time.

Almost blew away
out there.

[ Lock Clicks ]

This is some place
you got here.

Sure we're safe
riding out the storm here?

Stay away from the windows.
Then again, that's always
good advice.

Thanks for coming.
I'm assuming
you weren't followed.

No. I was-- I was glad to come.
I hadn't heard from you
in a while.

I didn't want to bother you
until I had a good reason.

What'd you find
in that safe-deposit box?

An out-of-print
family Bible.

Looks like the basis
for a book code.

Used to belong
to a guy you know. Simon?

Well, I guess with Simon,
you have to expect
the unexpected.

I need to talk to him.
How soon can you
make that happen?

Uh, here's what I prefer.

Why don't you give me
that Bible, and I'll get
the answers we need.

You've had Simon for months.

If you could break him,
you would've done it
by now.

That's a little ungenerous.

You haven't been
quite as productive
as we were hoping either.

Maybe you need help.

You said that this
was my investigation.

It is. But I'm sorry,
I'm not gonna put
our biggest enemy...

in the same room
as our most valued asset.

So you're going back
on your word?

But-But-- But it's because
you're looking out for me.

Simon is dangerous.

I risked my life!

I got a man burned!

And I've caught
an endless wave
of grief about it!

Now I'm losing
my patience.

I'm asking a simple favor.
And before you say no,

you need to remember that
I'm pretty dangerous too.

This is me saying no.

Time to go.

You're taking this
personally, Michael.
You're not thinking straight.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Wind Whistling ]

Are you putting me out?

There are bigger storms
coming, Michael.
And I'm gonna remember this.

[ Nail Squeaks ]
[ Glass Shattering ]

[ Jesse ] Ooh.
[ Madeline ]
Careful, Jesse!

How many windows
are you gonna break?

These boards gotta
come down somehow.
I'm doing a job here, lady.

Hurricane Jesse here is doing
more damage with a crowbar
than Hurricane Dana did.

- He's worse than Sam.
- Mom, what are you doing here?

I thought you were supposed
to be up in Jacksonville.

I told you what
you needed to hear.

[ Clattering ]
I knew we were just gonna
get hit by feeder bands.

Jesse and I stayed
and rode it out.

- Right, Jesse?
- Yeah.

She waited until
after I loaded her car
to tell me that was her plan.

They evacuated
the whole neighborhood.

What if the house
began to flood?

Oh, please. I've lived
my entire life in Miami.

Fifty-nine years I've been
watching these things.

[ Doorbell Ringing ]
I know when they're
gonna cream us...

and when they're
gonna swoop northward
and cream somebody else.

So, any luck finding out
who Simon Escher is?

I've been running the name
by all my friends.
No luck yet.

Maybe it's time to tell
the world we got this Bible,

you know, see who comes
out of the woodwork.

In my experience,
the types of people
who hide in woodwork...

usually carry automatic weapons.

[ Wood Cracks ]
Let's leave 'em there.

I have a few more friends
who are getting back to me.

We don't hear anything
in the next couple days, I say
we start making some waves.

Are you home, Michael?

There are two
F.B.I. agents here to see you.
They say they're your friends.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Hi, "friends."

Hey, Westen.
Sorry to drop in
like this, but--

We need your help
with something--
off the books.

Last time
I asked
for your help,

you both laughed
in my face.

Hear us out,
will you?
Guy like you...

might need a favor
from the F.B.I.
someday.

I'm listening.

You're looking at James Bailey.

He runs a nonprofit
for marine preservation.

And he's a blood donor,
supports public radio--

- I get it. He's a good guy.
- A really good guy.

And he's wanted dead
by a Turkish syndicate.

He witnessed
a murder they pulled.
He's taking the stand next week.

Harris and I were prepping
his testimony with him.

I'm guessing
we're coming up
to the part...

where you
got shot
in the arm?

A hitter for the Turks
found the safe house
we were working at...

right before the storm hit,

opened up on us
with a modified Saiga-12K.

Bailey took off
like a bat out of hell.
We don't know where he is.

Let's back up.

You got ambushed...

by someone carrying
a fully automatic shotgun...

and all you ended up with
was a scratch on your arm?

Maybe the guy thought dropping
two feds was a dumb thing to do.

Maybe he's a hit man
with a heart of gold.

You're missing the point.

Then stop bleeding all over
my mom's table and get to it.

Look , these Turks, they're into
drugs, human smuggling,
murder-- you name it.

Bailey's testimony could cut
the head off their organization,
and they know it.

- They want him dead.
- [ Harris ] The guy's spooked.

He's in the wind, and he's
gonna try to stay that way.

Now, we'd find him ourselves,
but we're due back at H.Q.

We're looking at
suspension... or worse.

How would you find him
if you weren't busy
getting suspended?

Lady pulling
her patio furniture in...

saw Bailey steal
a black Toyota pickup
a few miles from the safe house.

That's the license plate number.
Only lead we've got.

What about the gun?

A black pickup isn't as rare
as a modified Saiga-12K.

You want to find Bailey,
find the guy trying to kill him.

Tracking the gun
might put us on his trail.

Did you say "us"?

I'll look into the gun,
see if I can point you
towards the hitter.

And you will owe me.

Fi? Fi.

Just how much sushi-grade
yellowtail has to be ruined
by a power outage...

before I can file
an insurance claim?

Fi, that is such
a good question.

Listen, if I was looking
to buy a modified Saiga-12K,
who would I talk to?

Oh, Michael,
that's so thoughtful of you.

But it's not my birthday
for months.

Is this about a job?
Kind of.

Do you know anything
about the weapon?
Maybe.

There's this guy Pano.
He's a nasty piece of work.

He has a rep
for specialized shotguns.

He deals out of a custom
body shop in Kendall.

Does this mean you're not
gonna help me clean up?

I'm sorry. I have to deal
with this situation first.

This better not be
an errand for Vaughn.

No, no, no.
It's a favor
for the, uh, F.B.I.

[ Sighs ]

Mike, how long you figure
this is gonna take?

Now that Dana's passed,
I got a little hurricane
named Michelle waiting on me.

Just need
to put Harris and Lane
on the right track.

Then you can go--
Hunker down?
[ Chuckles ]

Deputy Finley,
Miami-Dade
sheriff's department.

I don't know if you saw,
but the storm did some damage
to the back of your shop.

You got a gas line cut.
You're sitting on a powder keg.

We're gonna have
to open everything up,
get you out here--

What the hell
you talkin' about?

[ Grunts ]

Uh-uh! Don't be
doing that, chubs.

[ Slider Cocks ]

- You Pano?
- Who?

- Uh-oh.
- Yep, you're Pano.

Who's asking?

A guy who almost got his head
blown off this morning.

Got visited by a hitter
who had a modified Saiga-12K,
just like this one.

- And you sold it to him.
- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

No!

Sorry, girl.

Don't make me shoot
that sweet ride over there.

Five seconds. You know the guy
who shot at me. Where is he?

A young guy came in last week.
He wanted a clean Saiga
with a 20-round drop.

His name was Cal or-- Cole!
That's all I know.

Oh, man. It's like shooting
a beautiful songbird really.

What? What do you want?

- I asked you where
can I find this guy.
- I don't know!

Wait! Just wait!

He told me to drop the gun
in a Dumpster...

behind the Gold Coast Apartments
in North Miami.

That's really all I know!

This guy Cole probably
didn't want to drive
all over town with a hot gun.

I'll bet he lives there.

You think we can
trust these two guys
to keep their mouths shut?

Uh, no.

Come on, dude.
Seriously?

It's gonna smell like chicken
in there, but I don't want
you two to get hungry.

Come on, seriously.
I'm claustrophobic!

Don't worry. We'll have
the real sheriff's department
come and collect you--

just as soon as they're done
cleaning up the storm mess.

[ Knocking ]

Michael?

That was quick.

Fiona? It's a pleasure
to meet you. I'm--
I know who you are.

You can put the gun away.

I'm only packing
lunch from Adrian's.
That is your favorite bistro?

Well, I have a strict
"no soliciting" policy.

I'm not selling
Girl Scout cookies.
I just came to talk.

About?
Jesse Porter.

It's gross out here,
Mikey.

I'm a good friend,
a very good friend.

Anybody home?
Yeah.

Just the cute little
apartment-complex
manager lady.

She offered to give me
some fresh socks.

So I tell you,
I got the mojo
going today, brother.

I meant--
Yeah. I know, I know.

But my gal said there's
a tenant of hers-- 219.

He matches
the shooter's description.

But she said that he evacuated
first. She hasn't seen him
since the storm.

He comes back,
give me a heads-up.
[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Hey, hey, hey.
Looks like the storm
took out the cell towers.

If he comes by,
I'll just honk the horn.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Hit men, like most
career criminals,

know the advantages of renting
a cheap, furnished apartment.

You can pay in cash,
remain completely anonymous,

and you can usually
get free cable.

The downside is it doesn't
include top-notch security,

which can be a problem...

unless you make
your own line of defense.
[ Switch Clicks ]

A trained operative can tell
a lot about a bomb maker...

by the way
they construct their device.

A directional explosive wired
to a pressure-sensitive
trigger...

that's easy to activate,
difficult to disarm...

and only deadly to the person
standing in front of it...

means you're probably
dealing with an expert.

This is awkward.

You recognize a claymore
when you see one.

I'd appreciate it
if you toss me your gun.

If you don't concentrate
holding that line just so,

I won't get
my security deposit back.

So you're Matt Reese, huh?

[ Slider Cocks ]

Come on, man.

I know the Turks put
two hitters on this job.

I heard you were
one of their favorites.

Yeah, you got me.

Turks love me.
Ladies love me.
Matt Reese.

You come here to steal my info
or take out the competition?

No, no. I just thought
we should talk.

Is that why you knocked
before you came in?

Give you credit. Most people,
they'd be a bloodstain
on my carpet right now.

You made a mistake
coming in here.

You'll never find Bailey
without my help.
[ Snorts ] Yeah, I will.

You're trying
to triangulate his location.
You got a cell signal, right?

I got more than that.

Friend at the phone company
put me on his line.

I heard him talking to his girl.
Bailey's hiding at her place.

If you knew where she lived--

you wouldn't be here
right now.

Bailey's smart.
By the time the cell towers
get back to normal,

he'll be long gone
unless I help you find him.

Keep going.
You're fun to listen to.

Just get me close enough.

Just put me in his neighborhood.
I'll tell you where he is.

You trying to tell me you have
a tremendous sense of smell?

I got a source in the Bureau.
I know what kind of car
he's driving.

[ Sharp Whistle ]
Wow.

That was some
mighty fine tap dancing,
right up until the end there.

You lost me
with the F.B.I. mole.

Where do you want this--
head or chest?

How else would I know
that you spared the lives...

of two federal agents sitting on
Bailey's safe house in Doral...

or that you shot the tall one
in the right arm?

Damn, son.
You're for real.

I am Matt Reese.

So what do you say-- partners?

[ Chuckles ]

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, bud.

[ Exhales ]

I'm still the one
with the gun.
Let's go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the field, circumstances can
change as fast as the weather.

Salvaging a mission
depends on your ability
to change tactics...

and communicate plan "B"
to your own team.

- Where are they?
- Who?

I heard
you work with a team.
Tell them to come say hi.

Mike, what the hell?

Well, if they were here,
don't you think they
would've made a move by now?

It's just you and me
on this one.

[ Cole ]
You're driving.
Where are we going?

Heading east. What kind of car
did you say Bailey's driving?

I didn't. Nice try though.

I like to keep things to myself
until we're better friends.

[ Cole ]
That might be a long wait.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need your team
to stand by a radio...

rather than come charging in,

you'd better send
a clear message.

I get it, Mikey.

Before I forget.

Right hand gets tied
to the steering wheel.
Now get in.

You're missing out here.

This is the best ropa vieja
outside of Castro's
private kitchen.

You have something
to say about Jesse?

Did I do something
to make you upset with me?

Well, you ruined
Michael's life and his career,
came after his family,

damn near got him killed
too many times to count.

So forgive me if looking at you
makes me lose my appetite.

Look, all that unpleasantness
happened long before
I came into the picture.

I've been nothing
but a friend to Michael.

Does he know you're here?

That's what I thought.

You see,
Michael wants to believe
that you're different.

But I know nothing has changed.

It's the same old tune
you bastards have been
playing since day one.

"Do what we want, or die."

You just sing it
a little differently.

It's a shame
we don't see eye-to-eye.

But that doesn't mean
we can't make a deal.
I need Simon's Bible.

And I'm betting
that you can get it for me.

In exchange--
I would never.

In exchange, I'm prepared
to offer Jesse his job back,

his life back.

Now we can see to it
that he's reinstated...

and never the wiser
about who got him burned.

[ Scoffs ]
Is this some kind of joke?

I say the word
and Jesse's back in.

And all you have to do
is deliver the book...

and make sure that Michael
keeps me in the loop
from now on.

No, I can't betray Michael.

[ Chuckles ]
Betray him?
You'll be doing him a favor.

What do you think happens
if I put Simon and Michael
together?

You know how willing Michael is
to let the wrong voices
get in his head.

You don't want to see Michael
become that kind of monster.

He would never let that happen.
I would never let that happen.

It's happening already,
darling.

Michael is an addict.

He can't resist this life
even though he knows
how it's gonna end.

You can help him here.

This is the right thing
for Michael and for Jesse--

I mean, if you
really care about 'em.

Let me know when and where
you want to deliver the Bible.

And I'll make sure
this stays just between us.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Taking control of a situation...

isn't always about
having the tactical advantage.

- So where are we headed?
- Don't worry.
I'll tell you when to turn.

If you can convince your enemy
to want the very thing you need,

it's as good
as calling the shots yourself.

And if what you need
is a two-way radio,

you'd better steer
the conversation
in that direction.

You know,
this isn't a Sunday drive
through the countryside.

There's road closures,
downed trees.

It would help if I knew
exactly where we were going.

For now,
let's just say Miami Beach.

- Now, what kind of car
are we looking for?
- An emergency vehicle.

Bailey's driving an ambulance?
No. But we should be.

Nobody's allowed east
of the Intracoastal Waterway.

I don't want any problems
with law enforcement,
and neither do you.

Stealing an emergency vehicle
to blend in-- sounds like
an unnecessary risk.

So does driving
into an evac zone
filled with cops.

They'll be looking for looters,
questioning every citizen.

And I'm a big fan
of Corinthian leather,

but we go down
the wrong street in this car,
we're gonna be needing oars.

So, what? You want to carjack
the first fire truck we see?

There's a city vehicle
storage yard two miles north.

Plenty to choose from.

Let's make it quick.

Big Chuck here.
Mike, you copy?

[ Static ]
Mikey, come on.

[ Knocking ]

Well, well.
[ Chuckles ]

Thought you guys were both
at H.Q. getting fired.

Suspended,
pending review.

We can't get through to Westen,
and we need an update
on the shooter.

He found him, all right.

- What do you mean?
Where are they?
- That I can't tell you.

Our jobs are on the line
and we're stuck
on the sideline, Sam.

I'm not in the mood
for games.

Look, we found
the guy's house.

Mike went in.
And when he came out,
your shooter had a gun on him.

I'm waiting for some
information myself.

How about you guys?
What's your progress?

[ Exhales ]
We found the truck--
abandoned, no sign of Bailey.

Sorry, Sam. We were hoping
Westen had better news.
Yeah.

[ Michael On Radio ]
Chuck. Charles Finley,
go to channel 13.

Big Chuck here. Hey.
Good to hear your voice,
brother.

You too, Sam.
I only got a few seconds here,
and we need to be quick.

Cole thinks I'm a guy
named Reese. The Turks
sent out a second hitter.

Westen, this is Harris.
If he's talking about
Matt Reese, that's bad news.

Guy's a suspect
in half a dozen hits,

but we don't have so much
as a description on the guy.

One problem at a time.
The only reason
I'm still alive...

is because Cole thinks
I can help him find Bailey.

Now Cole said he's hiding
at his girlfriend's.

What do you know
about her?

Nothing. Bailey said
he was single.
Apparently not.

Cole traced their cell calls
to a neighborhood, so now he's
gotta hunt for the house.

I'm
supposed to fill in the blanks
by spotting Bailey's car.

- So how's that A.P.B. coming?
- Bad news, Mike.

They found the truck already.
It's a dead end.

If I can't
point out the house when we
get to that neighborhood--

I get it, Mike.

Is there any chance
of turning the tables on Cole?

I'll try, but for now,
I need a way to find Bailey.

Find out anything you can
on his girlfriend and where
she lives, and do it fast.

What the hell's taking so long?
You need some encouragement?

You try hot-wiring an ignition
with one hand tied
to a steering wheel.

- I'm going as fast as I can.
- You got one minute.

- Okay. What's Bailey's address?
- [ Harris ]
It's on Second and the river.

But the roads around here
are flooded. There's not
enough time for you--

You're right. I know.
You're right.

I know who's gonna help.

[ Static ]

Madeline?
Maddy, you copy?

Sam, is that you?
If it is, stop yelling.

And use my C.B. handle--
Smokin' Mama.

Okay, Smokin' Mama.
Is Jesse there?

- Yeah, he's here.
- What's going on, Sam?

Mike's in a bit of a bind.

How fast can you pick up Fi
and get over to Second Avenue?

What kind of bind
we talkin' about?

[ Engine Starts ]

I did my part.
Waiting on you.

Cole! Get out of the water!

[ Crackling, Sizzling ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
If slipping your restraints
is impossible,

removing what you're tied to
is the next best thing.

Air bags deploy with enough
force to shatter windshields,
break your nose...

or loosen the center bolt
on a steering column.

[ Groans ]
After that,

- removing the steering wheel
just takes a little leverage.
- [ Straining ]

[ Cole ]
Reese! What the hell
are you doing?

Hurry up!

You can stand
on the top of that car
for the rest of the day,

or you can throw me the gun.

Forget it. I'll just--

You were saying?

[ Splashes ]

Now neither of us has a gun.
That's what you wanted, right?

Something like that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to convince
an enemy to work with you,

it's a good idea to offer
a token of friendship.

But make sure they know
it comes with a price.

[ Groans ]

- [ Hammer Cocks ]
- Nice try.

Looks like
we need a new ride.

[ Groans ]

You try something like that
again, you eat a bullet.

Twenty minutes
to go six miles?

You're lucky James Bailey
doesn't live in Boca!

- The road was slippery, Maddy.
- Next hurricane, I drive.

I'm beginning to wish
I left you back at the house.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I can be such a pill...

when my son is driving around
at gunpoint with a hit man.

Michael's gonna be fine.

Just tell me
what we're looking for.

Michael told the killer
he knew how to find
Bailey's girlfriend's house.

So we need to find a bill,
a letter-- anything
with her address on it.

Just go check the closets,
drawers, you know,
under the bed.

I raised two boys, Jesse.
I know how to search a house.

[ Exhales ]
I miss my old job.

[ Door Closes ]

Let's go, ace.
Work that magic.

I'd work faster
if you untie me.

If you want Bailey,
every second counts.

Then stop talking
and get to work.

What, saving your life didn't
buy me some hands-free time?

You talkin' about
right before, when you
tried to knock me out cold?

Appreciate the fact
you're still breathing.

I thought marines
were all about teamwork.

Bomb disposal unit, right?

I know that tattoo.
I was Special Forces.

If the corps taught me anything,
it's not to trust no one.

Usually only career marines
get a moto tat like that.

You should be clearing roads
in Iraq, not hunting
F.B.I. witnesses in Miami.

Yeah?

Tell that to my squad mates
who spent their tours
shipping drugs to the States.

Better yet, tell that to
the panel that sent me packing
with a dishonorable discharge.

Did I know about it? No.

Did my superiors care? No.

So you go from defending
your country to doing
somebody else's dirty work.

And now you're killing
innocent witnesses.

Look, I'm just doing this
long enough so I can
get myself a boat...

and float away to some island
where no one knows who I am.

Too bad it doesn't
usually work that way.

Knowing when to walk away
is harder than you think.

And if you're already
daydreaming about retirement,

you're not cut out
for this kind of work.

You better walk away while you
still have other options.

[ Scoffs ]
Just tell me
where the neighborhood is.

Don't pretend you know who I am
'cause you saw an old tattoo.

Just start the damn truck.

[ Engine Starts ]

You think this guy would've
sent his woman some flowers...

or a damn cookie bouquet
or something.

Cookie bouquet?
I found these in a drawer.

Look. Look at the date.
Bailey's girlfriend's pregnant.

Well, no wonder
he ran to her.

- Here we go.
- [ Jesse ]
House have a number on it?

Not that I can see, but maybe
a description's enough.

Michael's life is at stake
and all we have is a picture
of a house?

You said Miami Beach, right?
That's where we're headed?

Maybe.

- The hell
do you think you're doing?
- If we're going to Miami Beach,

I need to check to see
if the causeway is passable.

We'll find out
when we get there.

If it's closed, we lose
an hour we can't afford.

Why not save ourselves
the trouble?

'Cause I can't be sure
you're not calling for backup.

You think I have supernatural
power over truckers,

that I can summon them to my aid
when I'm in danger?

They know the roads, Cole.

I'm gonna ask a question.
That's it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Anyone who ever
passed a note in class...

knows there can be
serious consequences
to sending messages...

in front of your enemies.
[ Static ]

Breaker 1-9.
Free mojito for anyone
who can tell me...

if the Venetian Causeway
is passable.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When communication lines
aren't secure...

and you don't want to tip
that you're relaying
sensitive information,

you better disguise
your message.

Yeah. This is Mr. Vane
talking at ya.

The causeway is clear,
but you should see
what my house looks like.

- [ Channel Beeps ]
- Yeah, Big Chuck here.

"Mr. Vane"? What kind
of a handle's that?
Come back.

It's unfair really.
It's not my fault.

I know I'm good-looking--
gray hair and all.

People say
I look presidential.

Wow. 10-4, good buddy.

Is there any more information
you can give me on the roads?

Nah, buddy. That's it.

I owe you a mojito.
Thanks, fellas.

I'm not really gonna
buy those guys a mojito.

I just hope Michael
picked up on that message.

"Weather vane"
seems easy enough.
"Gray hair" means a gray roof.

And "presidential" means
he should be looking
for a white house.

Right?

Pull over right here.

What's going on?

No more questions.
No more secrets.

We're not going another block
until you tell me
what car Bailey's driving.

That wasn't the deal.

Guy with the gun
is asking for information.

Don't think about lying.
You're coming with me
until I see it.

Tell me the truth-- you go free.
It's not there-- bang.

I don't know
what he's driving.
Son of a bitch.

I know
what the house looks like.
That's all I ever had.

I was hoping to get away
before it got this far.

That was a risky bet!
Time to pay up.

Bailey's girlfriend lives in
a white house with a gray roof
and a weather vane.

You can trust me.

I don't have to.

We'll find out
if you're lying right now.

Turn into the garage and take us
up to the roof. We're here.

You're sure we'll be able
to see the house from here?

This is the neighborhood.

If you can't see the house,
your intel's bad.

Which would be a shame,
'cause I'd hate to waste
a bullet on you...

after all we've
been through together.

Are you holding out on me?

I'll just wait up here
until Bailey
pokes his head out.

It'll take
a little longer, but--

There. That one.

The storm nearly
ripped off the weather vane,
but that's the house.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Cole ]
What the hell?

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

Our new friends over there
have got me thinking.

- About getting off this roof?
- About who they are.

Gunmen in the same
neighborhood as Bailey?

They probably tracked him
the same way I did.

Great minds think alike,
I guess, huh?

[ Bullets Ricochet ]
I'd try to take out
the competition too.

[ Gunfire Continues ]
I don't see
how this is helping.

Well, it begs the question--
Who the hell are you?

You know who I am.

Hey, Reese!
We can make a deal, man!

Sorry, rook!
I got my team!

- I know who you're not!
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Groans ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Parking garages are designed
with tight corners...

to prevent traveling
at high speeds.

Which is why if you're making
an escape in a parking garage--

[ Tires Screeching ]

you're better off on foot
than in a heavy vehicle.

James Bailey!

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the heat of battle,
making your alliances known--

- Bailey, open the door!
- can be a challenge.

- Get inside!
- [ Groans ]

You have to make sure your
actions speak louder than words.

Oh, my God! James!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Get in the kitchen now!
[ Woman ]
What do you want?

[ Brakes Squeal ]

[ Michael ]
Don't worry.
I'm a friend!

- What do you want?
- Who the hell are you?

I'm Michael Westen.
I'm here to save you people.

[ Joanne Whimpering ]

Who the hell are you?

I'm Michael Westen!
I'm here to save these people!

So that whole
"ruthless killer" bit
was just an act?

Pretty convincing.

Walk away, Cole,
before this gets any worse.

[ Joanne Screams ]

I leave when Bailey's dead!

I can put your name
on the list too,
if you want.

It doesn't have
to be this way.

I know who you are.
You're not a killer.

There's a couple people
six feet under that would
disagree with that.

I saw the claymore
in your apartment--

rigged to an interior door...

so there's no chance
of a passerby getting hurt
if it blows.

I like
controlled environments.

What about the F.B.I. agents
you had pinned down
and out-gunned?

Why didn't you
finish them off?

Bailey was already gone.
He was my target.

- He is my target.
- He doesn't have to be.

Move!

Hey, Cole!

I hear you're new in town,
so I'm gonna cut you a deal.

Come on, Cole!
Be smart about this!

I'm gonna give you
two minutes to come out clean,
and I'll let you walk.

We only want the witness.

[ Cole ]
You hear that?

Bailey's dead
no matter what!

Shoot him.
Shh!

We all are
if we don't work together.

It's a stupid move.

Not if you're the man
I think you are.

Cole, you were a bomb tech
in Iraq, right?

Defusing I.E.D.'s?

You were putting your ass
on the line every day
for people you didn't even know.

I can't be that guy again.

If that were true,
I'd be dead right now.

[ Exhales ]

You got a plan, Michael?

'Cause we've got
about three bullets left
between the two of us.

Then it's probably
not a good idea
to turn this into a shoot-out.

James, where are
your cleaning supplies?

[ Michael Narrating ] You can't
have an explosion without
plenty of heat and pressure.

Ruining an air conditioner
by removing the safety sensor
and pinching the cooling coil...

is a good way to generate both.

Add some flammable
household cleaner
to the condensation pan,

and your A.C. unit will pump out
fire instead of cold air.

[ Reese ]
You're running out
of time, Cole!

Why are we doing this?
We gotta get outta here.

Take her to the back room.
Keep your heads down
until the shooting stops. Go!

You'll only get one shot.

You get 'em in the alley.
I'll make it count.

[ Michael Narrating ]
SWAT teams call hallways
and alleys "fatal funnels."

Any place that's narrow
and offers no cover...

is the last place you want to be
when the bullets start flying.

[ Groaning, Shouting ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Shotgun Cocks ]

Thank you, Michael.
[ Slider Cocks ]

Looks like I'm gonna be
able to collect the fee
on this job after all.

You gotta be kidding me.

Yeah, I am.

Guess you were right
about me.

You know, I hear Antigua's
really nice this time of year.

[ Sirens Wailing In Distance ]

Maybe you could find that beach
you were looking for.

Looks like you're gonna
need some of these.

[ Sirens Approaching ]

Leave the lamps there,
boys.

News just said
that Tropical Storm Edgar
could make landfall by Tuesday.

You're kidding me.
We gotta go through
the whole alphabet?

Just promise me the next time
an evacuation is called,
you'll really go.

Excuse me.

If I had taken off
for Jacksonville like
those other Chicken Littles,

who would've
found the photograph
that saved your skinny butt?

Fair enough.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Madeline ]
Oh, look, it's your friends.

I want to give those two morons
a piece of my mind.

Mom, please.
Do you mind?

I don't want them
in my house!

You know, the phones
are working again.

You had a hell of a day,
Westen.

Bailey's secure
and ready to testify.

Minute he hits the stand,
the Turks are done.

Matt Reese and his guys
are in custody.

Has the F.B.I. made sense
of the whole scene
at the girlfriend's house?

Uh--

Oh. The Bureau thinks you two
wrapped this whole thing up
neatly, don't they?

Can't really say we owe it
all to a burned spy.

I suppose we could
scratch our names
off our commendations,

send 'em your way
if you'd like.

Save 'em. They make
great paperweights.

I'm just surprised you guys
didn't get promotions.

Well, we might have
if Cole hadn't gotten away.

Yeah, sorry about that.

- Well, we owe you one, Westen.
- I'll never forget it.

Yeah, we know.

[ Door Opens ]

Michael.

And you come bearing food.

Maybe you and Vaughn
have more in common
than I thought.

Vaughn.

He came to see me yesterday.

He brought Cuban.

You win.

Vaughn was here.

What did he want?
He made me an offer.

He wanted the Bible.
And in return, he promised
Jesse his life back--

the life he had
before you got him burned.

Fi?
But I didn't take Vaughn up
on his offer.

I have faith in you, Michael.

I may hate who you're
associating with,

but I have to believe--

We see
this investigation through,
we bring these people down,

it should be enough
to get Jesse back in.

I hope so.

But you and Vaughn are at odds,
and now Simon is involved.

I don't know.

When this is over
and the dust has settled,

I don't want to wonder if I
gave this to the wrong man.

You didn't, Fi.

I'm supposed to meet Vaughn
this afternoon.

Could you please tell him
that I couldn't make it...

and that he might have
better luck next time if
he brings me fresh yellowtail.

[ Harris ]
Little early for a cocktail.

Vaughn, right?

- Who's asking?
- Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

This is Agent Harris.
I'm Agent Lane.

And this could be you--
public enemy number one.

Number two actually.
But that's still high enough
to make our weekly podcast.

Every cop, sheriff's deputy
and meter maid in the country
will be up your ass...

unless you do exactly
what our friend wants.

[ Sighs ]
We're even, Westen.

Not quite,
but it's a start.

My very own guys
in black suits.
Pretty scary, huh?

I could had them killed.
You too.

You pay Fiona another visit,
you'll need to.

So when do I get
to talk to Simon?

You want him, you got him.
I'll set up a meeting for you.

But know this,
I was trying to protect you.

Right.
Because you're my buddy.

Understand something,
Michael.

You can't
dig inside Simon's head
without letting him into yours.

And I'm not sure
you're ready for that.

I guess we'll find out.