All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S04E10.1080p.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 ]
When you're preparing to
interrogate a trained operative,

the most useful information
isn't professional--

it's personal.

You need to get
into the target's head,

understand what makes him tick.

Of course, that's easier
with some people than others.

Hi, Fi.

[ Clicking ]

[ Whispering ]
Hear that, Michael?

Shooting range
is calling your name.

Love to,
but Vaughn gave me homework.

Today's the day.

[ Michael ] Vaughn's checking
Simon out of whatever hole
they've been keeping him in...

so I can have my face-to-face.

I can't imagine he'll be
too thrilled to talk to the man
who put him in that hole.

Who knows?
He might surprise us.

As I recall,
Simon is full
of surprises--

escaping from prison,
kidnapping you...

trying to blow up
half of South Beach.

Leave it to you
to invite him back to Miami.

He was working
with some pretty bad folks, Fi.

Whatever they're
hoping to decode
with Simon's Bible,

whatever they're planning,
Simon's the key to all of it.

Nice digs, huh, buddy?

- Quite a party.
- With Simon,
you can't take any chances.

Never have fewer than six eyes
and three guns on him.

That's gonna be a problem.
I want him alone.

Vaughn, if he was
gonna talk to you,
he would have done it by now.

Good luck. The only thing
I learned from him...

is he has a remarkable
tolerance for pain.

Yeah, well,
my approach doesn't involve
sharp instruments or electrodes.

I don't care if you want
to cut out his kidney
with a pocketknife...

or give him a gallon
of orange sherbet.

One way or other,
we want some answers.

[ Door Closes ]

Michael Westen.

I have been dreaming
about this moment for months.

So have I,

but I wouldn't exactly
call my version dreaming.

Fair enough.

So how you like being
Vaughn's shiny new toy?

Where is he, by the way?

This is just between you and me.

If this conversation
goes well,

maybe I can help make
your time with them
a little more humane.

Humane.

That's one thing
that's not in their bag
of tricks, Michael.

So let's get to it.
What do you want?

I found your Bible.
Is that right?

Well,

I hope you found
solace and comfort...

- in the word of the Lord.
- Not exactly.

Somebody else was
trying to steal it
before I got to it.

I need to find out who.

You know,

I have been stuck
in these shackles...

for months now.

Given me a lot of time
to think about the Bible--

particularly my favorite verse.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Handcuffs, like anything metal,
are vulnerable to metal fatigue.

Give someone enough time
to work on them,

and they'll break down
just like anything else.

John 8:32--

"You shall know the truth...

and the truth
shall set you free."

[ Both Grunting ]

No bugs down here, Michael.

We got 30 seconds before
the guards get here,
so listen close.

I got a present for you.

There's a cemetery
at 3rd and Grand.
Go to plot 837.

There are some keepsakes
of mine in there,

including an audiotape
labeled "Berlin 2007." Listen!

You gotta be careful
digging it up, but you're
gonna find it real interesting.

We'll talk about the Bible
after you hear what's
on that tape.

- [ Shouting ]
- Here they come.

Let's make this
look good.

I'll kill that son of a bitch!
Let me outta here!

- [ Weapons Cocking ]
- [ Man ]
Let's go!

Handle him!
Get him outta here.

Got him.
All right. Let's go.

You all right?

- Did you learn anything?
- Yeah.

You should replace
his handcuffs more often.

[ Michael Groans ]

I have no sympathy
for you, Michael.

You are damn lucky...

Simon didn't cut you
to ribbons.

He wasn't trying to kill me.
He was just passing me
a message.

He told me to go dig up
an audiotape he'd buried...

at Grove Memorial Park.

Maybe you should leave the dead
to their eternal rest.

This is either
a wild goose chase or a trap.

Simon basically told me
the thing is booby-trapped.

But I don't think
he would have bothered...

if there wasn't something
on that tape worth listening to.

Unless
it's a rare Beatles bootleg,

I don't know why
he didn't just tell you
what's on that tape.

Me neither,
but Simon's not talking
until I get ahold of it.

- You're going back to see him?
- I told Vaughn
to keep him around...

while I try to come up
with a new way to crack him.

You are a glutton
for punishment.

Actually, I can't
go after the tape by myself.

Vaughn is playing nice,
but he's watching me.

I could use a little help
on this.

Yeah, love to,
but I got a thing.

- A hot date?
- Not exactly.

Buddy of mine's in prison
down in Dade federal pen.

He's worried
that his life is in danger.

Anyway, sorry, Mike.
The guy was an asset
of mine in Colombia.

- He saved my butt. I owe him.
- Fi?

I'll go find a shovel.

- [ Chattering ]
- Over here!

[ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

Hey, Juan.

You're lookin'
well-rested, buddy.

Good to see you, Sam.

I got a call from your attorney.

He said you thought
your life was in danger?

[ Exhales ]

Damn attorneys.
They don't know
when to shut up.

He was just supposed
to talk to you
about some estate issues.

Estate issues. Right.
As in "when you're dead."

Juan, come on. I doubt
you would have appointed me as
your executor out of the blue.

Why don't you just tell me
what's going on?

Have you heard of La Nación?

The prison gang?
Yeah.
One of the biggest around.

There's a guy, Cruz--
He's high up in it.

Found out what I was in for.
Thought I can help him out.

He wanted
you to wash some money?

No, steal it--
from the gang.

But, see, you're a smart guy,
and you don't have
a death wish,

so you said no.

Oh, Juan.

Getting mixed up
with the Colombians
was one thing.

They didn't
give you much choice.
But this--

You think I had a choice?

How was I supposed to survive
eight years in here?

Anyway, he said
that if I helped him skim
from the gang's account...

he would protect me.

And so now the gang's after you.

No, he is.

I have a week left
on my sentence. He's afraid
I'll talk when I get out.

He's spreading the word
that I disrespected him...

so it doesn't look suspicious
when he shanks me.

I just heard about it
this morning.

I'll be dead by tomorrow.

Juan, you gotta talk
to the cops. Maybe we
can get you transferred.

I'm not gonna snitch on Cruz.
They'll investigate
the whole gang.

I might as well invite La Nación
to my family's house
for a barbecue.

They'll kill everyone.

There's gotta be something
we can do here.

I wish there was.

Can I count on you to take care
of Lisa and the girls?

Yeah. You can count on me.

[ Man ]
Clear! Three!

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you realize
you're being followed,

escaping isn't always
the best option.

If your pursuers
don't know who you are,

driving evasively,
calling the cops
or pulling a gun...

- will just send the message
that you're a threat.
- [ Beeping ]

[ Woman On Phone ]
411. How may I help you?

Yeah, I'm currently
on Northwest 12th Street.

I need the address
of the nearest
criminal defense firm.

[ Woman ]
One second.

That would be
Keller and Associates.
They're at 77 Shore Break Lane.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whenever possible,
the best play...

is to make the bad guys think
you're not someone
to worry about.

If they think you might be a cop
who's onto them,

you have to convince them...

you're just a harmless attorney
working on an appeal.

Oh, hey, counselor.

I've been going over
that case,

and I wanted to talk
to you about it a little bit.

Excuse me. Who are you?
Excuse me?

You don't remember
the Bennigan subpoena?

No, I don't.
Come on. Think harder, man.

Hey, Sully!
What's goin' on, buddy?
How you doin'?

Uh, Bennigan. Let me think.

Forget it.
Gringo's just
a lawyer, man. Go.

Was that the guy
who got murdered
over the parrot?

Uh, no, but boy, that sounds
like an interesting case.

Catch you later.

- You want
to break into prison?
- Are you insane?

I can't protect my buddy
from here.

Juan is out in a week.
How bad could it be?

This is prison, Sam.
I'm just guessing, but I think
it could be pretty bad.

I owe this guy.

Back in '95 I led a SEAL team
down to Colombia.

It was a drug war thing.

The Medellín boys
put a bomb in our hotel,

and Juan tipped us off.

I understand.
You want to be loyal.

This guy risked his life
and his family,

and I'm not gonna
let him get killed
by some prison gang lowlife.

That lowlife
had you followed on
your way out of the prison.

Even if you were
to get back in,
they'd recognize you.

So I'll shave my head
or whatever.
No, Sam, you can't.

Listen. I'll do it.

You would do that
for my friend?
I'd do that for you.

Okay. I hate to interrupt
this beautiful moment
you guys are having.

Explain something to me.

You're just gonna walk up
to a federal prison...

and say "Let me in."

Trust me. I know
a couple of people who would
love to see me locked up.

[ Man On P.A. ]
Transport detail,
report to Gate 4.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

Don't forget
to write, Westen.

Gotta say, Westen,
been lookin' forward
to this day for a long time.

Except in my dreams
it plays out
a little different.

I'm sure. You can fly?
[ Chuckles ]

You get a longer stay,
for starters.
Maybe next time.

You make the arrangements
I needed?
Wasn't a problem.

You'll be sharing a cell
with this guy Juan Ruiz,
whoever the hell this is.

Friend of a friend.

Our butts are
on the line here, Westen.

I know we owe you a favor.
[ Michael ]
A big favor.

All I'm saying is,
anything goes wrong,
it could splash back on us.

I'll make sure
I don't make waves.

We left you a present
in your cell--

a phone, just in case
you get into trouble.

You'll be the first one I call.

[ Man ]
Book him, man!
Sign here.

[ Man On P.A. ]
The prison exchange
will be open today...

from 1400 to 1630 hours.

[ Harris ]
Guess we'll see you
in a week, Westen.

If you survive that long.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Every environment
has its rules and customs,

and your survival
often depends on knowing them.

In Russia,
you never refuse vodka.

In Pakistan, you always clear
your dinner plate.

And in prison, you're careful
about making eye contact.

Too little eye contact,
and you become a victim.

Too much eye contact,
and you become a threat.

Either way, you're never more
than a couple of blinks away...

from getting a shiv
in your back.

I'm Michael Westen.
I'm your new cell mate.

Juan Ruiz.

What are you in for?

Just keep talking
and try not to look surprised.

I'm a friend of Sam Axe.

I'm here to make sure
you stay alive
until you're released.

- I don't understand.
How did you get in?
- That's not important.

What is important
is that from now on,
you never leave my side.

Like that.

That is an example
of leaving my side.
Don't do that.

This is crazy.

Didn't Sam tell you about Cruz?

He's a big dog in La Nación.

You think you're gonna
keep him away from me
by yourself?

In here?
I guess I'll just have
to do my best.

Listen, I appreciate
what you're trying
to do,

but this guy
has killed three people
since he got locked up.

When he wants someone dead,
they die.

Do yourself a favor.
Stay away from me.

Is that what you want me
to tell your wife?
Your kids? You gave up?

Why are you doing this?
Because I believe
your life is worth saving.

It's time you started
to believe it yourself.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ]

That's him. That's Cruz.

I told you it's not safe
to be with me.

See the way
he's staring me down?

No, he's just checking out
the new guy.

What are you gonna do?
Make nice.

Hi. Hey, hi. I'm Mike.

Who are you, Mike?
I'm just a guy
wrongly accused.

Big misunderstanding.

I borrowed a friend's car.

Got popped for a kilo
of coke in my trunk.
[ Laughs ]

Lawyer says I can beat it--
You two friends?

Him? No, he's my cell mate.

Really?

'Cause it looks like you
and that punk-ass
are pretty tight.

Hanging out like
a couple of schoolgirls.

That's funny. Schoolgirls.
Yeah.

[ Groans ]
Just so that we have
no misunderstandings, okay?

This is my house
and you're just a guest,

so I can treat you
like my friend,

or I can treat you
like my bitch.

- Friend, please. Friend.
- Okay.

- I don't want any trouble.
- Okay.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

You know, or not do?

Do you want me
to be someplace
at some time...

or not someplace,
or Juan to be--

Too many questions.
Too many questions, cabrón.

You wanna make that court date,
you'll make no problems for me.

Okay? If I come by your cell,
you clear out.

- ¿Comprendes?
- Sí. Sí. Comprendes.
Uh, no problemas.

Okay.
Fun. Done.

Go back
to your pendejo cellie
over there.

[ Grunts ]

I'm starting to think
this is just Simon's version
of a sick joke.

So long as
you're the punch line.

That's a cruel thing
to say...

to a sweaty man
who's digging for a bomb.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Old cemeteries
are great hiding places,

as long as you don't mind
desecrating a grave.

People don't often
go digging in cemeteries,

and unlike buildings or houses,
they don't get demolished
or remodeled.

Bury your stash near an old,
nondescript headstone,

- and there's little chance
anyone will uncover it--
- [ Clanks ]

unless they're meant to.

Hey. Look what we have here.
Doesn't look like
it's booby-trapped to me.

Why don't you come down,
help me get this baby out?

- No! Wait. Don't touch it.
- What?

It's got a silicone seal.

- That thing's airtight.
- And?

Whatever's in there ignites
on contact with air.
Oh--

Probably a sodium metal.
Open it-- Boom.

Best not to move it either.
It may have a trembler sensor.

I see unstable minds
think alike.

So now what?

[ Fiona ] See that liner?
I think I know how
Simon planned to get into it.

We need a circular saw
and some machine oil.

We'll have to come back
to defuse this little toy.

I don't know which one of us
has a more dangerous gig,
us or Mike.

Probably Michael.
We don't have
to eat prison food.

You gonna eat that?

[ Michael Narrating ]
In the jungle,
the first warning...

that a predator is approaching
is silence.

When violence is imminent,
animals instinctively know...

that keeping quiet and still
is their best shot at survival.

Prison's a lot like the jungle.
Silence is not a good sign.

Averted eyes, stockpiled food...

and guys wearing heavy coats
on a warm day...

also indicate trouble's
on the way.

I don't like that look.
Are you gonna be sick?

Takes a little while to
get used to the cuisine
here, but it's good.

No one's come
within 10 feet of us
in the last 15 minutes.

See the looks?

My guess is Cruz
is gonna make his move soon.

Jesus. We gotta find
a place to hide.

Where's the library?

This place has to have
a law section, right?

It's a little late
to file an appeal.
I already served eight years.

Casebooks usually come
in thick hardcovers.

We need the big ones.

[ Snaps Fingers ]

Get it?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Suits of armor
fell out of fashion...

because the added protection
isn't worth the trade-off
in speed and agility.

Flak jackets
and bulletproof vests
are popular...

because they allow
for a free range of motion.

The key is to shield your core,
and mentally prepare...

for strikes against
your unprotected arms and legs.

All lightweight armor
is vulnerable to some extent.

Layered book cardboard
won't stop a bullet...

but it's dense enough to thwart
all but the sharpest blades.

Let's go.
Why?

You think
they'll find us here?
I don't know.

But if we stay here,
Cruz can come at us
from too many different angles.

We need to get
to a more defensible position.

You got someplace in mind?
Your cell.

[ Muttering In Spanish ]

- What?
- Elena and Sarah--
My girls.

I was just saying their names.

Listen, we don't have to win.

We just have to survive
long enough until
the floor guard arrives.

Looks like the floor guard
is not helping us.

- He's with Cruz.
- [ Man ]
Come on, let's go.

We're gonna have to wait
for the block guards
to come for us. Get up there.

[ Men Chattering, Shouting ]

What are you gonna do
with that?
Fight them off.

With a hand towel?
Why? Do you have a gun?

Take off, cabrón.
Guys, we don't want
any trouble.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

You got five seconds
to clear out.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Fighting in tight quarters
with your back against a wall...

may cut off escape options,
but it creates a choke point...

and forces your opponents
to form a single-file line.

If you have to fight a group,
it's better to take them
one at a time.

[ Spectators Shouting ]

[ Guard #1 ]
Back in the cell! Get back!

- Get over there! Move it!
- [ Guard #2 ]
Back up!

[ Guard #1 ]
Everyone! You heard me.
Get back. Get back!

- They missed.
- I don't know who you are,

but if you think this is over,
this is not over.

I'm gonna throw
a big party here tomorrow,

and this whole place
is gonna get crazy.

And the two of you--
You're my guests of honor.

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

See that guy that Cruz
is talking to?

That's the head
of the South Dade Aryan Nation.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
That is not surprising.

The S.S. tattoo
kind of gave it away.

It doesn't make any sense.
The Aryans are always
at war with La Nación.

[ Michael ]
Exactly. So why not make money
from starting one?

That's a negotiation.

Cruz is gonna start a riot.
That's what he meant
by "having a party."

Cruz is smart.

His first attempt
raised security.

He knows you're safe now
here in the cell,

but a riot will give him
a chance to kill you...

when the guards are distracted.

Jesus. We're dead.
Only if we stay here.

Keep an eye out.

- [ Beeps ]
- Where did that come from?

The F.B.I.,
believe it or not.
[ Beeping ]

Told me to use it
only in case of emergency.

Now seems like a good time.

[ Ringing, Beeps ]

Hey, Mike.
How's your stay at the graybar?

Lots of rugged men
lifting weights,
glowering at each other?

Hey, does your phone
have a camera on it?

- You guys are funny.
I'm in prison.
- Yeah. Sorry, Mike.

Watching Juan's back
isn't gonna work.

Cruz is too powerful.
He's planning a riot to kill us.

- We're gonna have to break out.
- A prison break?

Juan has, like,
a week left on his sentence.

And I'm telling you
he's leaving early--

as a fugitive
or as a corpse.

- It's our choice.
- Can you use the riot
as cover?

That's the plan.

There's a crooked guard
named Hill on the cell block.

It looks like Cruz
is paying him off.

- Think you can lean on him?
- Yeah, anything you need,
brother.

- Gotta go. I'll text you.
- [ Beeps ]

Wow. That didn't sound good
at all.

Yeah, well,
this doesn't look good.

Gonna have to do something
about Grandpa there...

before we can dig up
Simon's stash again.

You're gonna have to get
some reinforcements.

I gotta go pick up Jesse
and run down
this Hill character for Mike.

You sure this guy Hill
is in Cruz's pocket?

I mean, 10 years
as a prison guard.
He's got a little house.

Leases a compact sedan.

He just doesn't
look dirty to me.
He's not in it for the money.

Hill's brother's doing
a five-year stretch
up in Ocala for burglary.

La Nación has guys
in that joint. Hill doesn't
play nice with Cruz--

Little brother's cell
turns into death row.

Wow. And you're thinking
the fact that this guy's
getting blackmailed...

is something we can use
to blackmail him.

Look, leaning on a guy who's
already squeezed doesn't exactly
give me the warm fuzzies,

but Mike's life
is on the line here.

All right. It's showtime.
You gonna help me or not?

Yeah.

George Hill, right?

- Who's asking?
- Just a couple guys
looking for a favor.

Got some friends staying
in South Dade Correctional.

They're looking
to check out early,
and you're gonna help.

Yeah, I don't think I will.

Now get the hell off my lawn
before I call the cops.

You know what?
That's a great idea.
Let's call the cops.

We'll tell 'em how
La Nación...

is threatening
to kill your little brother...
in Ocala.

Just takes one phone call
to open an investigation.

Of course, I wouldn't
want to be your brother
once it gets back to Cruz...

that you ratted him out.
No.

My brother's just a kid.
He's not--

We don't want anything to happen
to your little brother. Okay?

You do your part for us,
we'll do our part
to get rid of your Cruz problem.

What's my part?

First you're gonna tell us
everything...

about South Dade Correctional's
riot procedures.

It's not a great color
on you.

Great to see you too, Fi.

So how's it going
with Simon's buried treasure?

It's being guarded
by a groundskeeper...

who's a little older
than most of the people
in the ground.

Sam's busy with this,
so I'm gonna have to
recruit your mom to help me.

Fiona--
I don't want to argue.

We only have a few minutes,
so let's focus.

[ Southern Accent ]
I can't stop thinking
about you, baby.

At night it gets so bad.

Am I talkin' to you, perv?
No, I am not.

You wanna keep your nose
out of our pillow talk?

You been thinking
about me too, baby?

I think he's gone now.

[ Normal Voice ]
You're no fun, Michael.

Anyway, our friend Hill
has been quite the help...

in getting
your early release.

Once Cruz starts the riot,

you and Juan
have about 20 minutes
to get to the infirmary...

and hide inside
the pharmaceutical locker.

As if the prison wasn't
already claustrophobic enough.

Hill said the thing's
industrial-sized.

It's standard procedure
for the guards to move it
off-site...

as soon as a riot starts.

They don't want
the inmates raiding it
during the commotion.

Won't the guards look inside it
before they drive it off?

They probably will,
but it'll be Sam and Jesse.

Hill lent them
his uniforms--
and a key card.

Sam is busy
forging copies of it.

[ Wrapper Crinkling ]

There's just one problem.
Hmm?

The door to the infirmary
will be locked.

Michael, some things
you have to do for yourself.

[ Moaning ]

Okay, that's enough.

[ Southern Accent ]
You be good, baby.

[ Madeline ]
Is it just coincidental
that both Michael and Sam...

are unavailable
for lookout duty?

They're busy
helping a friend.
Aren't they always?

Should I worry?

Uh, honestly,
I would be more concerned...

about our
little assignment
than theirs.

That's reassuring.

[ Michael Narrating ]
High school chemistry
teaches us...

that volatile chemicals
like sodium metal...

will burn when
they come into contact
with the moisture in the air,

which makes them ideal triggers
for particularly nasty
booby traps.

High school chemistry
also teaches us...

that oil and water don't mix.

So to defuse a booby trap
triggered by moisture...

you submerge it in oil.

It's messy, but it'll keep you
from being blown to bits.

It's like Russian nesting dolls.
It's cute, huh?

Don't worry. It's safe now.

- It's totally harmless.
- No, it's not that.

What do you people say?
"I think we have company"?

Damn it.

I need a sec to get this out
and cover it up.

- Could you--
- Yeah.

I thought I saw
somebody over here.

Are you in charge
of this place?
I'm the caretaker.

Can you tell me
what that truck
is doing here?

What does it look like?
I had to hire a landscaper.

Ma'am, you can't do that.
That's not authorized.

Someone had to take care
of Quin's grave.

You certainly haven't.

Would you look at me
when I'm talking to you?

People have no respect.
I'm grieving here.

I'm dealing with the pain
of a very serious loss,

and you're just
letting his grave
go to hell.

Do you have any idea
how painful that is?

Ma'am, are you confused?
This is a historic cemetery.

Everyone here has been dead
for over a century.

It's not about how long
it's been.

It's about how much
you love somebody.

My great, great,
great Uncle Quinton...

has been so important
to our family.

I'm sorry.

- We'll try to do better.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Becker, I'm done.
Are you ready?

Oh, right.

Bye.

The riot will probably start
in one of the common areas,
and when it does,

the guards will try to
lock down the cell blocks--
[ Clattering ]

and move in to stop it.

That's when we'll make our move
all the way over here,
to the infirmary.

You think the guards
will be too distracted
to see us?

If Cruz throws the kind
of bash he's promised,

they'll have
their hands full.

I don't wanna get
my hopes up too high,
but this sounds good to me.

But then again, I never really
broke out of prison.

No, neither have I.

You two come with us.

- Where are you taking us?
- Time to see the barber.

- What's wrong with our hair?
- Let's go.

[ Prisoners Chattering ]

What's happening?

I think Cruz's party
is about to get started.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie,
Indistinct ]

Should we run?
This is Cruz's cell block.

Until the riot starts,
we have nowhere to run to.

- What is this?
- It's the end
of the line, I guess.

We're supposed
to be responding...

to a code black
in Cell Block "A"
when this goes down.

The deal--
[ Groans ]

- I know what the deal was.
- [ Shouting ]

[ Man ]
Attention. We have
a code black in progress.

Mobilize response team
immediately.

There's gonna be
a lot of bodies
when this is done.

Lot of guards, inmates,

- snitches--
- Let Michael go.

- He's got no beef with you.
- He had no beef with me.

Would have been quick
for you with my shiv,
but now...

it's gonna be slow
and painful for both of you.

[ Yelping ]

Let's go. We gotta move.
I think it's broken.

[ Groaning ]

Put me down.
You're never gonna be able
to carry me through there.

It's the only way
to the infirmary.

The guards will have already
locked down the yard.

We have 10 minutes.

You did your best
and I appreciate it,
but Cruz is coming.

You gotta get out of here
or you're dead.

We're already set up
to get someone out of here.

If you're staying here,
I guess Cruz will
have to leave.

Come on.
Okay.

Get in here.
Keep your head down.

- How are you gonna
get him to the infirmary?
- I'm working on it.

[ Phone Beeping Rapidly ]

- Get down!
- Down on the ground!

- Down, down, down!
- All the way. Get down.

- Hey, buddy.
How you doing?
- Now! Get down!

This guy Cruz is no joke.
Really stirring up
a hornet's nest.

- Let's hope Mike and Juan
are not in the middle of it.
- [ Ringing ]

Mike, you and Juan
all right?

I'm fine,
but Juan's leg is busted.

He's not making it
to the infirmary.

- He has to.
- He can't, Sam!

That's why we're gonna give Cruz
an early release.

Mr. Westen,
you're a very clever man.

Cruz is already looking for us.

If he found out that we're
holed up in the infirmary--

I'll make sure
that he does.

[ Man ]
I don't know.
I'm looking at it right now.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Yeah, we're gonna need more.
Hold on.

We have no security there
at this time.

- What?
- Your pal Cruz
is hunting for my friends.

Make sure that he gets a message
that he can find them
in the infirmary.

One of Cruz's guys has a phone.
I could call him.

George, just remember
your brother now.

You do this,
and Cruz is not gonna
be a problem anymore.

But you gotta do it fast.
[ Beeps ]

Copy that.

All clear.
Thanks, pal.

I said
keep your head down!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Any medical facility...

is going to contain
plenty of combustible material.

Pure oxygen can
pack a punch if paired
with the right accelerant.

The same properties
that make ether
a powerful anesthetic...

also makes it
extremely flammable.

Alcohol is used
to sterilize wounds.

Pour it on the floor,
it can also make
an effective fuse.

[ Cruz ]
Mike. Juan.

Why don't you make it easier
on yourselves, pendejos?

Get out here!

[ Michael Narrating ] Any place
where lots of dental lab work
is done on the premises...

will have a butane torch.

It's used to cast molds or teeth
out of wax.

It can also be used
for any other task...

that requires a controlled,
pointed flame.

Run!

[ Shouting ]

[ Jesse ]
Yup. This looks about right.

I guess Cruz
finally got a taste
of his own medicine.

- Okay, okay.
- I need a little help here.

- [ Jesse ] Hey, you're not
going back out there?
- Not without an F.B.I. escort.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

Agent Harris.
You said to call
if there was trouble.

You wanna be
a little more specific,
Westen?

- [ Cruz Grunting ]
- [ Michael Narrating ]
Few incidents...

inspire a police response
as intense as a prison break.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Local, state
and federal authorities
come after a fugitive...

with everything they've got.

Dump an escaped prisoner
someplace,

give him a gun,

make a few calls,

and you can guarantee
he'll make a lot of new friends
in law enforcement.

- [ Sirens Blaring ]
- Freeze! Don't move!
On your stomach.

On your stomach.
Get on your stomach.

Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

[ Harris ] I don't know, Westen.
It felt more right
when I was walking you in.

Gotta say,
I kind of agree with you.

Not sure
you don't deserve
another stretch.

Full-blown riot,

a prison gang leader
tries to break out
of jail,

and now several guards
are admitting
to taking bribes.

You had nothing
to do with that?

You really want to know?

No. I guess we don't.

All right.
Thanks for the update.
I owe you.

That was my buddy at
the U.S. Attorney's office.

They're going after Cruz?
Looks like somebody else
already did.

Apparently, the day after
he was taken into custody,

La Nación got wind
that his hands were
in the coffers of the gang.

Decided to take matters
into their own hands.

I don't know how I can
ever thank you and Michael.

No thanks necessary.

I promised you your family
will be taken care of,

and they will be.

'Cause they have you back.

[ Both Laugh ]

- Hey, Dad!
- [ Juan ]
Hola.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, hey. Hang on.
Hang on.

Okay, go.

I'm not gonna miss the unveiling
of Simon's treasure trove.

[ Fiona ]
Coroner photos
and high school yearbooks.

It's a rare combination.

Here we go. "Berlin 2007."

This is the tape
Simon wanted me to hear.

And you're gonna
meet with Simon tomorrow
to talk about this.

Given my last go-round
with Simon,

I told Vaughn
I wanted to control
the security this time.

Simon and I are going
to meet outdoors.
Maybe along the beach.

How romantic.

[ Tape: Line Ringing ]

[ Vaughn ]
Vaughn. Hello?
Hello. Who is this?

[ Simon ]
I'll give you one guess.

Simon?
Surprised to hear from me?

Where are you?

Right behind you.
[ Chuckles ]

No. The end
won't come that quick.

Not like it did
for the men
you sent for me.

You'll find
what's left of them
in my hotel room.

Simon, I don't know
what you're--
Please don't.

I take it you've chosen
to terminate my services.

You gave us no choice.
We know you've been
working against us.

Whatever will you do
without me?
Oh, we found a replacement.

Very promising. Name's Westen.

And if he doesn't work out,
there'll be another.

The work continues.

[ Simon ] Well, I guess
this is good-bye.
[ Line Clicks ]

Simon.
[ Tape Stops ]

I thought Vaughn told you
he had nothing to do
with burning you.

Obviously he was
one of the people
who pulled the trigger.

So, Mike, what are you gonna do?

I heard the tape.

Now I know
Vaughn helped choose me.

I wanna thank you for that.

Hallelujah.

"Therefore,
rejecting all falsity,

let everyone
rejoice in the truth
with his brothers."

[ Chuckles ]

That's what we are, Michael.
Brothers.

Whatever you say, Simon.

I still want to know
what the Bible decodes
and who's after it.

The man who tried to take
the Bible-- He's not like
you and me, Michael.

We're just pawns in a very,
very large chess game,

but he's--

Well,
he's more like a king.

Last time I checked,
a pawn can still take a king.

I guess we'll find out.

Man's name
is John Barrett.

Ring any bells?

C.E.O. of Drake Technologies?
The same.

Makes sense,
if you think about it.

Multibillion-dollar
corporation...

with holdings in telecom,
infrastructure, tech.

Whatever they destroy,
they can rebuild.

It's quite
the business model,
wouldn't you say?

Simon, what does
the Bible decode?
Ooh.

I'm not gonna tell,
but let's put it this way--

If you deliver that book
to Mr. Barrett, he'll have
everything he needs...

to wipe out Vaughn
and his ilk completely.

Let him, Michael.
You'll be free.

Free to go gunning
for Barrett yourself,
if you feel like it.

Why tell me any of this?

I would have worked
with the devil himself...

to take down
those sons of bitches
that burned us.

Sadly, the devil's
not available.

I'll have to pin
my hopes on you.

Go get 'em, brother.

I'll be damned.

John Barrett.

How'd you get Simon to talk,
Michael?

He tried to convince me
to kill you.

- I let him believe
he convinced me.
- Should I be worried?

I just told a psychopath
what he wanted to hear.

So what's next?
You go after Barrett?

It's not that simple.

With a guy like Barrett,
you can't go in
with guns blazing.

It calls for a more...
surgical approach.

You're not done yet,

but you made
a hell of a lot of headway.

Here's to you, partner.
I'm glad we found
each other.

[ Glasses Clink ]

Me too.