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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

Previously on Burn Notice.

Assassinations--

little wars
around the world.

Whoever's behind all of this
was being investigated...

by a counterintelligence agent
named Jesse Porter.

I need you to get his files.

[ Sam ] Mike, that guy
whose files you stole,
he's being blacklisted.

- You just burned a spy.
- Maybe I could help.

- Why would you do that?
- Burned spies need
to stick together.

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

and you're rewarded
with the word of God.

It's a book code--
a cipher.

Jesse's been working
on this investigation
for years.

This little baby
connects all the dots.

[ Michael ]
Everything leads back
to John Barrett.

-Why didn't I put this together?
-It's a great cover, running
a telecom conglomerate.

Gets Barrett into
every corner of the globe.

If you want the Bible,
Mr. Barrett, you have to
get on a plane.

I just got off one, son.
I'll be in touch.

Michael burned me,
and you all helped cover it up.

- Good-bye, Fiona.
- [ Door Opens ]

Jesse found out
about everything.

I think he's gonna
make us pay.

I almost made it to Tampa,
but you called, and I came.

Perimeter's clear.

No sign of Jesse.
Looks like
he left in a hurry.

He was on his way
to Michael's place
to shoot him.

I doubt he was
too concerned about packing
all his undershirts.

So what now?

The situation
hasn't changed.

We found Barrett.
He's in Miami.

We grab him,
and we ask him some questions.

Michael? Jesse vowed
to put a bullet in you.

That should put him
at the top
of your to-do list.

There's not a whole lot
I can do about that right now.

And the fact is, if we don't
get to Barrett, Jesse's life
will be ruined for nothing.

Mom. Under the circumstances,
you might go ahead and take
that trip out of town.

Jesse and I
were friends.

Maybe I'll stay
and try and convince him
not to shoot you.

Let's go, Fi.
Sam's waiting.

[ Sam ]
Well, this is where he is.

Tough to hide
when you're renting
a high-security compound...

and guarding it
with a small army.

Not bad.
Twenty grand a day.

Guess there wasn't room
at the Best Western.

You sure you want to do it
this way, Michael?

If you just want to
send a message to the guy,
there are other ways.

Barrett needs to know
I'm someone he needs
to take seriously.

Okay, so, Mike,
beyond 10 feet you're
kind of pushing it here,

so don't use that thing
unless you're close.

Hit him in both eyes,
he'll be stumbling blind.

We'll cover you
the best we can.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The Native American practice
of counting coup...

involved touching enemies
on the battlefield.

The object wasn't to do damage,

but to establish
your superiority as a warrior.

Infiltrating someone's security
can serve a similar function.

It's a not-so-subtle way
of saying,

"Hi. I'm not here
to hurt you--

[ Electronic Whine ]

but I could hurt you very badly
if I chose to."

You wanna
get out of this alive,
you will not move.

[ Beeps ]
Hello! Hello, everyone.

This is Michael Westen.
I want to talk to John Barrett,
please, now.

[ Radio Static ]

It's Michael Westen, sir.
He's on the premises.

Good evening, Mr. Westen.

You have a very interesting way
of welcoming people to Miami.

For an international
power player like yourself, I
wanted to do something special.

I'm flattered.

You want to tell me why
you're attacking my bodyguards?

I just want to make this clear.
You will take me seriously.

Mission accomplished.

Don't get too cocky though.

Right now you have
10 high-powered rifles
trained on you.

You try anything stupid,
you'll quickly be reduced...

to a nasty red stain
on my nice green lawn.

Nobody is making a move.
I just want to talk.

Good. Now that we
understand each other,
let's talk about my Bible.

For the moment,
it is my Bible.

You want it,
you'll meet me at Dinner Key,
north end, noon, Tuesday.

What exactly
do you expect in return?

We both know that the Bible
is the basis for a book code.

First, I want to know
what it decodes,

and then we can talk about
our future together.

Our future together?

Yeah. I was thinking
you might want to hire me on.

You could really use
some new staff.

That's impressive work,
Michael.

When you said you could get
John Barrett down to Miami
and snatch him yourself,

I thought you were dreaming.

If we're gonna be partners
on this job, you need to know
I keep my promises.

I expect you to keep yours.
Of course.

So, when does this all happen?
It goes down Tuesday.

I'm putting together
the equipment and the plan now.

Speaking of plans
and equipment,

let's talk about Jesse Porter.

I have reports that he's been
reaching out to old contacts
in the intelligence world.

Nothing you need
to worry about.
Yeah?

We can't have him in the wind,
Michael. He's either with us
or against us.

You want me
to take care of him?
I'll handle it.

Be sure you do, Michael.

'Cause this little project
is a lot bigger than you
or Jesse Porter.

John Barrett and his
organization have been wreaking
havoc all over the globe.

They've been killing
civilians, killing spies
and killing my people,

and this is the closest
we've come to cutting
the head off the beast.

We are not gonna
let him get away.

Understood?

Understood.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.
Just so we're sure here.

You're not actually planning on
turning this Barrett character
over to Vaughn, right?

No, once we get Barrett,
we can go to the C.I.A.,
the F.B.I.

He's a pretty big
card to play.

You think it's enough
to get Jesse back in?
It's the only chance he's got.

Good. Because
I have to say, Michael,

I hate it when my friends
kill each other.

- Excuse me. Mr. Westen?
- Yes?

I work for Adam Scott.
If you don't mind, I need to
discuss something with you.

Adam Scott?

He's a big-time
defense attorney. Represents
half the scumbags in Miami.

Mr. Scott needs
to speak with you.
He has an urgent situation.

That money's yours
just for hearing him out.
There's a car waiting.

Sorry. I don't get into cars
with people I don't know...

without a good reason.

Mr. Scott's daughter's
been kidnapped.
She's five years old.

He needs your help... now.

Well, in that case.

They took Becky
right out of the backyard.

Men with machine guns.

She's five years old.

My ex wants to call the F.B.I.
I've convinced her
to hold off, but--

- You have any idea who did it?
- I know exactly who did it.

It's one of my clients.

Rod Lawson. He runs
the Carol City gang.

They run drug
and protection rackets
throughout the southeast.

He's on trial for murder.
Verdict comes in Monday.

So he decided he needed
a little insurance.

His brother, Dale,

contacted me the day
after they snatched Becky.

He said... if we lose,
they'll kill her.

Since I'm here, I assume
the trial isn't going well?

The evidence
is overwhelming.

Rod is going to lose.

How exactly did you
find me, Mr. Scott?

I'm a defense attorney,
Mr. Westen.

I know Miami's underworld.

Your associate
Barry Burkowski--
he mentioned you.

When clients need to pay cash,
he helps arrange things.

Did it ever occur to you...

that representing people
who pay their legal bills
in cash...

isn't the safest profession?

I'm not a saint,
Mr. Westen.

Neither are you.

Becky's five years old.

I'm running out of time.

Set up a meeting with Dale.
Tell him you're working
on getting his brother,

and we need to meet to negotiate
the terms of Becky's release.

He needs to bring proof of life
to the meeting.

You'll help me then?

No. I'll help her.

The girl's fine.
That's Wake Up, Miami
this morning. Channel 3.

Check the listings
if you want.

Her face looks swollen.
Did you put your hands
on her?

Nobody touched her.

She's been crying.

You want her to stop,
get my brother out of jail.

Look, we both stand
to lose somebody here.

I'm just a devoted family man,
like yourself.

I told you,
I can't just get someone
out of jail like that.

You're a hell of a lot more
confident when you're taking
a million-dollar retainer.

Figure it out.

- Son of a--
- That's enough.

And who are you again?
Call me Joseph.

Okay, Joseph.
What are you doing here?

My job is to get
Mr. Scott's daughter back.

I think I made it clear
how that happens.

Mr. Scott here
needs to do the job
he was paid to do.

With the evidence
against your brother,
you don't need a lawyer.

You need a miracle worker,
and that's what I am.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Getting your brother
out of jail
is going to require--

Let's just call it a shift
in the legal circumstances.

That's my job.
The less you know,
the better.

I don't see it
that way, Joseph.

That's my brother,
and I want to know
everything that happens.

[ Paper Tears ]
Well, I guess you're gonna
be disappointed then.

Stay in touch.

[ Snapping Fingers ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

What the hell
did that accomplish?

Dale isn't going to
deal with me without trying
to figure out who I am.

If he's any good at his job,
he'll have someone tail me.

We I.D. the tail,
we can use that
to find your daughter.

Better be sure.

This isn't the kind
of situation where you can
be sure about anything.

It's the best option we have.
They're probably
watching us right now.

So shake my hand.

Go to your car.
Let me do my job.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
One simple but effective trick
for identifying a tail...

is known in the spy trade
as running errands.

You drive to different
locations and stop,

going about
ordinary business in areas
with open parking lots...

while your team follows,
keeping track of the cars
at each stop.

It doesn't matter
how good your tail is.

At a certain point,
they're going to pop up
more than once.

Yeah, Mike. We got him.
It's a black Audi.

The guy's pretty good.
I only saw him once before.

Nice work, Sam.
I'll abandon the car
and take the bus home.

When he figures out he's lost me
and leaves, follow him back
to wherever he came from.

Righty-o.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Fiona ]
A lot of people coming and going
for a nightclub during the day.

I think we found H.Q.

So, Fi, think you can handle
the pistol-packing
parking attendant there?

Just askin'.

So, look,
I'll go up the side there.

You keep him occupied,
'cause if he figures out
what we're doing out here--

A little girl dies.
Yeah.

I know.

[ Exhales ]
Hi.

I was here super late
last night,

and I lost
my sunglasses.

Last night?
I don't work nights.
Sorry.

Is there someone
that you can ask?

I would really appreciate it.
They're my favorite glasses.

Seriously, I don't think
there's anything
I could do for you.

Maybe come back tonight,
talk to the manager,
the bouncer.

Aw. Come on, sweetie.
You really can't help?
[ Beeps ]

Lady, look,
I said I can't help you.

I'm not even supposed to
be talking to you, so if you
don't mind, take a walk.

Don't be like that.
[ Loud Crash ]

Are you, like,
blowing me off?

I don't know what your problem
is and I don't know anything
about your stupid glasses.

And quit flattering yourself,
'cause you're not my type,
all right?

I'm not your type?
What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

I like blondes, all right?
Now get lost.

You know what?
What?

I prefer gentlemen.

- [ Bones Crunch ]
- [ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

Nice job, butterfingers.
You almost got us killed.

Me? You're the one
who was supposed to
be handling the guy.

I gotta put trackers
on 10 of Dale's guys' cars.

The only thing holding me up
was that you couldn't control
a parking attendant.

I controlled him just fine!
It's not my fault he was rude!

That was
a command performance.

Uh, Fi?

Looks like your performance
had more of an audience
than we thought.

Jesse. Jesse!

[ Michael Narrating ]
You can learn a lot
from patterns of movement.

Much like a hunter
follows animal footprints...

to find where the animal
sleeps, feeds and mates,

a spy can examine
vehicle trails...

to find out
where a target lives,
does business...

and hides the things
he doesn't want found.

- How did we do?
- We planted 10 trackers
on the cars.

Most of them belong
to regular criminal
employee types,

so, you know, they're
going to the restaurants
and the drug neighborhoods.

But a few of them
took a big detour.

All through here,
trying to make sure
they weren't followed.

All the way out here.
There's nothing
around that for miles.

Looks like a good place
to stash a kidnapping victim--

Where's Fi?
Uh, I was gonna talk
to you about that.

We saw Jesse when we
were planting the trackers.

It didn't look friendly.

Anyway, she's out
trying to find him.
And?

And he's nowhere.

[ Sighs ]

Let's just focus
on what's in front of us.
How can we get to the girl?

Any land approach
is gonna be visible
for miles,

and approaching by boat
is just as bad 'cause they
can see the whole bay.

No boat, no car.

I guess we'll
just have to figure out
something else.

But you found her.
What are we doing here then?

We can't just go in
guns ablaze.

You don't understand,
Mr. Westen.

I've defended a lot of people
in this town, people
with serious resources--

And the kidnappers know that.
That's probably why they
picked this location.

Why are we even
talking about this?
If there's no way to get in--

If we can get in,
unseen, by water
and get out quietly,

we should be fine.

How do you propose
to do that?

I need you
to call one of your
drug cartel clients...

and ask to borrow one
of their submersible vehicles
they use to bring in cocaine.

Just because I work with people
who are accused--
Mr. Scott--

Mr. Scott,
you're not in front
of a camera right now.

This isn't the time
for the lawyer act.

You know
what your clients do,
and so do I.

Get a submersible vehicle.
Do it now.

Your daughter's life
is at stake.

Oh, nice!
Looks like we're pulling out
all the stops on this one.

Hey, I'm up for anything
that involves borrowing
from drug cartels.

[ Chuckling ]
Hey, do we need
to sign anything or--

So the keys are in it?

Where's Michael?
He had a meeting.

Don't tell me-- Vaughn.

Wish I had
a different answer
for you, but yeah.

[ Vaughn ]
How's the project coming?
You talked to Barrett again?

He confirmed the meeting.
We'll set up and grab him there.

Good. I'll send in
a team, and we can--
No. He'll be expecting that.

We need to
keep this low-profile.
My operation, my way.

No, our operation.
I've been supporting you
for a month on this thing.

I was the one who gave you
the man's number.

Barrett is very, very good
at what he does.

If you bring in a team,
he'll know it's there,
he'll be prepared,

and you'll just
get me killed.

Fine. The last thing
you said you'd handle
was Jesse Porter.

So why was it my people tracked
him to a motel in Hialeah
staying under a fake name?

You found Jesse?

Give me his location,
give me a day to handle it.
We need him.

Here you go.

I hope you succeed.

For Jesse's sake.

Vaughn found Jesse.

He's at a hotel.
I have the address.

I need to get over there,
try to talk to him.

Michael.
What?

I need to talk to you
about something.

[ Exhales ]

On our last job, Jesse and I
were doing some surveillance.

We were about
to get I.D.'d.

So to cover ourselves,

we kissed.

You kissed?
It was for the job,
but, uh--

I get it, Fi. It's okay.

You know how it is.

When you work
so closely with someone,
things get... confusing.

Are you confused now?
No.

I don't think so.
I care about him.

Maybe not in the way
that he would have wanted,

but enough for him
to hurt us both.

[ Exhales ]

When he found out
that we lied to him,

he was mad at you,
but I think my part in it
cut even deeper.

So, what now?

I should be the one
to talk to him first.

I owe him an apology,
and maybe I'll
get through to him.

Maybe you'll
get yourself killed.
I'll bring your mom.

Jesse might shoot me,
but there's no way
he'd take her on.

Now, go save that girl,
Michael.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Defending a position is about
allocating resources--

figuring out
the most likely source
of an attack...

and putting
the most firepower there.

Which means that less-likely
avenues of attack...

won't be as well guarded.

It worked for Hannibal
coming over the Alps to Italy...

and for Lawrence of Arabia
coming over the Nafud Desert
to Aqaba.

It's a technique
that depends on surprise,

which means the only way
it can go wrong...

is if the bad guys
somehow know you're coming.

- Don't move!
- Drop the weapon!
- Put it down.

Guys, easy.
Calm down. Calm down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, well.
Look who's here.

The miracle worker.
[ Chuckling ]

Let's just talk about this.
[ Grunts ]

That Scott's a slippery
son of a bitch, isn't he?

I figured he might
try something,

so I tapped
the ex-wife's phone
just in case.

Figured she might get
some news I might need.

Sure enough,
he gives her a call,

says that a guy's coming over
to get the girl in a submarine.

[ Chuckles ]

I mean,
I didn't believe it,
but here you are.

[ Beeps ]
I want to go home.

You take that back to Scott,
tell him if he wants his girl,

get my brother
out of jail.

That's the only way
this thing's gonna work.

You wanna know how
this thing works? I'll tell you
how this thing works.

It's too late
for a not-guilty verdict.
It's just not gonna happen.

But if all you want
is your brother back,
that I can do.

You just said he wasn't
getting out of jail.

No, I just said "not guilty"
is not gonna happen.

But there are other ways
of keeping him out of prison.

I found you, didn't I?
If I can do that,
I can get your brother back.

- You're serious.
- Like I said,
I'm a miracle worker.

Okay.

Show me a miracle.

What do you mean,
"It didn't work"?

You said
you could get her!
You said--

I said I needed you
to make sure you didn't tell
anybody about the plan.

You talked
to your ex-wife,

a move that almost got me
and your daughter killed.

[ Sighs ]

She was... going
to go to the police.

I mean, I didn't know
what else to do.

I know you're not
used to taking orders,

but from now,
you do exactly as we say,
you understand?

What now?

At this point, the only way
we're gonna get Becky is to
trade her for Dale's brother.

You mean
get him out of jail.

No, I'm not gonna let
a murderer use a little girl
to get out of doing time.

- Then how?
- We make Dale think
his brother's free...

just long enough
to get your daughter back.

It's not gonna be easy,
but we don't have
a lot of cards to play.

[ Michael ]
We got one shot--
tomorrow afternoon--

when Rod is being transported
from the county jail
to the courthouse.

Okay. What can I do?

We got a plan,
but it's gonna
take some money.

Whatever you need,
it's yours.

Plus, we need some manpower,
so you gotta call
your little criminal friends,

have 'em send over a guy
who can handle himself,
'cause it's gonna get bumpy.

You smoked
an entire pack in an hour.

You have any idea
how bad that is for you?

It's probably better for my
health than waiting around for
some burned spy with a grudge.

You think Jesse
will ever show?

I don't know.
Maybe we should
come back later.

Want to tell me
what you two are doing here?

- We need to talk.
- Really?

Yeah, I'm not too interested
in having a conversation
right now.

Just hear her out,
all right, Jesse?

I've been baking
in the sun for an hour.

I'm tired.
I'm out of cigarettes.

And I'm not gonna be
hauling my ass all over Miami
looking for you anymore.

If you don't like
what she has to say,

then-- I don't know--
shoot her.

Shoot both of us.
All right.

That sounds fair enough.
What do you want?

Getting you burned
was an accident.

Michael was looking
for information. We didn't
know it would hurt you.

We lied to protect you.

Maybe that was wrong,
but we did it
for the right reasons.

Is that what this is about?
You're here to make excuses?

No, I'm here
because we're still
going after Barrett.

I'm here because
we need your help.

I know you're angry.
The fact is,
it wasn't all lies.

- We are your friends--
then and now.
- You're my friends?

Are you seri--

- You ruined my life.
You understand that?
- Jesse.

-I didn't know who the hell
you people were. I trusted you!
-Jesse. Jesse!

When I met Michael,
he was under a cover I.D.

I fell in love with
a man whose real name
I didn't even know.

Sam informed on Michael
to the F.B.I.

And we've
all forgiven each other.

That's all really touching, Fi.
I'm not like you guys.

You wanna help Michael?
You tell him to watch his back.

If you change your mind,
he'll be at the Shoreline
Diner at 8:00.

He just wants
to talk to you.

Jesse, for what
it's worth, I'm sorry.

[ Exhales ]

Michael may not be perfect,
Jesse, but he's not the man
you're saying he is.

- Maybe you don't know him
as well as you think--
- I know him plenty well!

You're better than this, Jesse.
This is beneath you.

Maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

Maybe not.

But if you're gonna
kill my son,

just do me a favor
and wait a couple of days,

'cause he's trying to save
a little girl's life.

[ Engine Shuts Off ]

Vic. Mr. Scott sent me.

- Did he say what you
were gonna be doing?
- Kind of.

I'll be driving the van,
wearing a prison guard uniform.

He said it might
get kind of rough.
You're in the ballpark.

Here you go, sport.
Try those on.

You can change
in the back there.

Not to state
the obvious, Mike,
but if Jesse was here,

we wouldn't have
to work with a guy
with a neck tattoo.

Point taken, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Contracting requirements...

mean specs from
most government vehicles
are easily available.

If you want to build
a prison transport van,
for example,

you can get
most of what you need
from public Web sites.

Add the paint scheme
and logos of your local
municipal government,

and you're in business.

Well, we got
a nice fake prison van,

nice fake prison guard.

Now we just need
a fake prisoner.
Fiona's working on it.

[ Loud Crash ]

What the hell!

Why don't you
learn to drive?
Look at this!

[ Hammer Cocks ]
Remember me?

Oh.

Get in the trunk.

You know,
not a bad resemblance
to Rod Lawson.

You can trim his eyebrows
a little bit just
to complete the illusion.

I mean, we are trying
to fool his brother after all.

There's no time
for plastic surgery
to make him look perfect,

so we're gonna have to settle
for bloodying you up a bit.

Now, I wanted to cut you.

But the big softy right here,
he convinced me that the fake
stuff would stick better.

Ooh, watch the eyes, Rudy.

It'll sting.
[ Groans ]

But the sedative will help.

Ready? It's time.
We're meeting Dale
in an hour.

Yup, we're ready.
How 'bout you, big guy?
Hmm? You ready?

[ Straining ]
Here we go.
Come on now.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

That's your brother?

Yeah, that's him.

So how you gonna
do this anyway?
That's my problem.

No, no, no.
My brother, my problem
too, okay?

Listen.
We got the route.

We hit the van at
an intersection on the way
to the courthouse.

We sit back, we watch,
we make sure
it goes smoothly.

- Before we do though--
- Yeah, yeah, I got the girl.

At the rendezvous point,
because if you try
to pull anything--

She'll be there.

Courthouse is only
a couple of miles away,
you know.

We can't do this
just anywhere, all right?
It's under control.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Fire engines and ambulances
use traffic-control devices...

to make traffic flow their way.
[ Beeping ]

They're fairly simple--

strobing at a particular
frequency that can be picked up
by the traffic light.

It's very illegal to use
if you're a private citizen,

but remarkably useful
if you need to turn
a red light green...

or, with a little rewiring,
turn a green light red.

There's a low-traffic
street up here.
Good access roads.

We can get away before the cops
know what happened, all right?

All right. Just make sure
nothing goes wrong.

It'll be fine.
We'll stay back here and
watch the whole thing.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies and magicians use many
of the same techniques.

They both know people
trust their eyes more
than they should.

If they think they know
what they're looking at,
they don't look too closely.

A group can help
sell the illusion.

A few flashily dressed
assistants...

can draw the audience's eye
where you want it to go.

And, of course,
a well-timed cloud of fire
and smoke doesn't hurt.

[ Beeps ]

Oh.

Get out of there!

Let's go! Face the van!
Spread 'em!

Open it up!

Come on!

On your face!
Hands behind your neck!

Let's go!

You better not
be hurting him.

He'll be banged up
a little bit,
but it'll heal.

[ Siren Wailing, Distant ]

[ Siren Grows Louder ]
Gotta go.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether it's with
imprisoned spies,

captured soldiers
or kidnapping victims,

a hostage exchange
is always a touchy time.

Tempers run hot,
and people are nervous about
being tricked or ripped off.

If you happen to be planning
on tricking someone,

you have all the more reason
to be careful.

Where's Becky?
I told you nothing happens
till I see the girl.

She's here. Don't worry.

[ Beeps ]
All right.
Bring her on in.

There you go.

- Let me see my brother now!
- He's in the back.

You're gonna have to
cut his shackles...

and have a doctor
see to his head
before he's walking around.

[ Fiona ]
You can take the keys.
Check your brother.

You can keep the car.
Ditch it or burn it
when you're done.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna take you
to your mom.

Do you like fireworks?
Yeah?

Close your eyes.
Keep 'em closed.
Close 'em.

'Cause they're gonna
get real loud.

Son of a bitch!
That's not him!

[ Shouts ]

[ Angry Shout ]

[ Shouts ]

God!
[ Pistol Fires ]

You think you can
do this to me?

God!

[ Exhales ]

I, uh--

I don't know
what to say.

Mr. Westen, uh,
thank you.

Mr. Scott,
this isn't over.

Dale Lawson may not know
who I am, but he still
knows who you are,

and he's a little angry.

Oh, yeah? Well.

I'm angry too.
Hey, listen to me.

You need to find
someplace safe for
your daughter. You need--

Becky's booked on a flight
out of the country.

I've made arrangements.
She'll be with her mother.

Dale Lawson will never
be a threat to her again.

Not just for her.
You need--

Thank you
for your concern,
Mr. Westen,

but I can take care
of myself.

I don't want to be rude,

but I got some things
to take care of.

We can just
handle your payment.
What do I owe you?

I'll just hang on to
the submersible vehicle.
It'll be my payment.

I assume you can
take care of that.

Of course.
But what do you
want with it?

That's my business.

[ Fiona On Phone ]
Has Jesse shown up yet?
No.

Michael, maybe you
should just go.

I figured there was
a good chance he wouldn't
show. It looks like--

I'll wait.
This is our last chance
before we go after Barrett.

I don't wanna blow it
just because Jesse's
stuck in traffic.

I know, but, Michael--
[ Bells On Door Jingling ]

- He's here.
I'll call you later.
- [ Beeps ]

Sorry I'm late.
I was sitting in my car
for the last 10 minutes...

with your head
in the crosshairs
of a rifle,

wondering if
I should shoot the man
who ruined my life.

And?

Still thinking.

Jesse,
I'd say I'm sorry,

but I can tell you're
in no mood for apologies,
so I'll get right to the point.

We're going after Barrett.

The meeting is set.

I need you back
on the team.
Why would I do that?

If we can take Barrett down,
maybe we can get you back in--

Coffee?

That's good.

You know, I'm not a guy
that trusts very easily...

and never had
a lot of friends.

Not close ones anyway.

I know it's hard to believe,
but I am your friend,
and I've always been.

I'm here because this
is your investigation too.

Barrett's gonna expect you
at the meeting.

- I need you there.
- So I can watch your back?

This isn't just about me.

You know Barrett
better than anyone--

Do not throw that
back in my face!

This was my investigation--
mine--

a long time before
you got involved,

so you don't get to use that
against me, you understand?

You want to have your meeting
with Barrett, that's fine.

You do what you gotta do,
but as far as me and you go,

I make no promises.

[ Bells Jingling ]

- So? How'd it go?
- Could have been better.

What does that mean?

He's not gonna
shoot me... yet.

Well, that's good.
It's positive.
I like that.

As far as
the Barrett meeting
is going, I'm on my own.

That's not so good.

Seriously, there is no way
we can pull this off--

It is not something
that he's open
to discussing.

Okay. Let's look
at the situation here.

You're meeting with Barrett
here. Fi and I are gonna
set up here by the bridge.

The sub is there.
So you do your thing.

You get Barrett
into the cargo, take off.

When this goes down, Fi and I
are gonna block the bridge
with explosives and whatnot...

to make sure Barrett's team
doesn't come back in.

But that still leaves you
alone with Barrett,
plus two guys.

I got surprise
on my side.

This is John Barrett
we're talking about.

He's been dealing death
for the last decade.
He's not gonna bring--

It's not ideal,

but it's either that
or we give up and go home.

I guess
we roll the dice.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Any plan to grab a person...

has to strike a balance
between resources and secrecy.

The more resources you bring--
people, weapons, vehicles--

the easier
the extraction will be.

At the same time,
the more resources
you have in the field,

the higher
your risk of exposure.

You can only bring
as much manpower and equipment
as you can conceal.

Okay. This is it.
Here he is.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If the circumstances don't
allow for much cover,

an extraction
can get very risky...

and very, very lonely.

Well, it's nice
to finally meet you
in person, Mr. Westen.

- The feeling's mutual.
- You brought the Bible?

All right.

I'll play.

What exactly do you want?

I guess you could say
I'm looking for work.

Things have been a little lean
since I got burned,

and when I say "work,"

I'm not talking about
joining the black-T-shirt-
and-sunglasses squad.

No offense.

Once we have the Bible,
there'll be plenty
of work to be done.

I could use
someone like you.

Shall we get this
started?

[ Sam ]
Looks like everything
is going according to plan.

Are Barrett's men
behaving themselves?

So far.

So let's move on
to the second part
of the deal.

Tell me about the Bible.

Simon Escher's Bible.

Let's put it this way.
The people that burned you,
that burned Simon--

they have names,
jobs, lives.

They're hidden
in all sorts of places--
government, private sector.

And if you know
who they are,

you can see
the possibilities.

So that list
is the key to destroying
the people who burned me.

It is. I had a feeling
you might be interested in
helping me to do just that.

So Simon--

Compiled the list
as insurance in case
things went bad,

encrypted with a book code
for security.

When things fell to pieces,
he needed someone powerful
enough to play this card.

He needed me.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Yeah.

Where? How many?

Right. Well, handle it.

[ Beeps ]
Well, this is getting
more interesting.

- What angle are you
working exactly?
- What are you talking about?

The team of men on the road
out there approaching my men.
Yours, I assume.

You thought you could
double-cross me?

[ Tires Squealing ]

Fi, this is not good.

I guess Michael's agreement
with Vaughn to steer clear
wasn't as solid as he thought.

Go, go! Go, go!

You and I are gonna have
a private and very painful
conversation,

and you're gonna tell me
exactly what is going on here.

- Take him!
- [ Man Shouting ]

- [ Grunts ]
- Now they got Mike.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Shooting through
a friendly to hit a target...

is a tricky thing to pull off.

There are only a few places
on the human body
that can take a gunshot...

without severing a major artery
or destroying a vital organ.

He shot Michael.
What is Jesse doing?

No, he shot the guy behind him.
He's saving Mike's butt
is what he's doing.

[ Michael Narrating ] Getting
shot on the inside of the
shoulder won't kill you quickly,

but almost any gunshot
will kill you
if you give it enough time.

[ Grunting ]

[ Men Shouting ]

[ Man ]
Stop him!

- Who do you work for?
- I'm self-employed.

[ Groans ]
Oh, it hurts?

Get used to it.

By the time I'm done with you,
you're gonna wish
that bullet killed you!

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a cold math
to blood loss.

The more you lose,
the weaker you get,

and when you're
on a clock like that,
it pays to act,

no matter how desperate
your plan might be.

Because if you wait,
you may not have the chance.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]