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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.

They took Becky right out
of the backyard.

I know exactly who did it.

Tell him if he wants his girl,
get my brother out of jail.

Son of a bitch!
It's not him!

You think you can do this to me?

- [ Michael ]
He's a little angry.
- I'm angry too.

- So what now?
- Situation hasn't changed.

Everything leads
back to John Barrett.

We found Barrett. He's in Miami.

We grab him,
and we ask him some questions.

Jesse vowed
to put a bullet in you.

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

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

Let's talk about my Bible.

[ Michael ]
If you want the Bible,
Mr. Barrett...

you'll meet me
at Dinner Key,
noon, Tuesday.

[ Barrett ]
That can be arranged.

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

Take him.

[ Fiona ]
He shot Michael.
What is Jesse doing?

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

Who do you work for?

I'm self-employed.

[ Groans ]

[ Monitor Beeping ]
[ Man On TV ]
That's correct, Senator.

We now have reason to believe
that all the incidents
you've just listed...

can be linked to
Drake Corporation subsidiaries.

Are we to believe then
that the C.E.O....

of a major
telecommunications company...

stood at the center
of some sort of cabal--

a conspiracy to profit from war,
civil unrest, terror abroad,

and the United States
intelligence community
knew nothing about it?

[ Man ]
Yes. Additionally,
there was the attack--

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies live in the shadows,
but they dream of the light.

When you're working
covert ops for low pay
in life-threatening conditions,

the idea that your work
won't remain secret forever
keeps you going.

One day the world will learn
what you've done,

even if your name
is never known.

Some of the sweetest moments
come when the job ends
and the bullets stop flying.

That is, unless
one of those bullets
rips through your chest.

[ Beeping Continues ]
[ Respirator Hissing ]

[ Fiona Sighs ]

It's been three days.

Enough already.

[ Groans ]
Get up!

Where am I?
Miami--

Mount Sinai Hospital.

You had two surgeries.
You lost a lot of blood.

The doctors here
saved your life.

They said you're lucky
that the bullet
didn't hit your heart.

It's a good thing it's so small.

I was shot?

And you were
in a car crash.

- Michael, John Barrett is dead.
- Yeah?

Sam and I were at the scene.

I thought you were--

Anyway, the briefcase
with Simon's Bible
and Barrett's encrypted data--

It's missing.
It wasn't there.

We have to get that back.

What was it?
Did he tell you?

Barrett had a NOC list
he couldn't decode--

cover ID's of all the people
who burned me.

Can you give me the water?

Michael,
with something like that,

you could destroy
the people who burned you.

Exactly.

[ Fiona ]
Someone's here to see you.

I'll leave you two
alone to talk.

So--

How you feeling?

Not great. You shot me.

Well-- I was trying
to save your life.

Shooting through you
to do it was just a perk.

Why did you come back, Jess?

Job wasn't finished.

It still isn't.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Sam told me about
your burn notice friends.

Read through some of the stuff
that's been done in your name.

It's a pretty nasty bunch
you're tied up with.

I'm gonna take 'em down, Jess.

I could use some help.

Ho, ho. I get to help you.

The people who burned me
don't save kittens from trees.

Guy who did most of this--
Simon Escher--
he's got a list of names.

That's what was
in Barrett's briefcase.

We recover that,
maybe we can get you back in.

Hey, don't. Don't.
Don't game me, Michael.
Never again.

I'm gonna help you find
this list 'cause it's
the right thing to do,

and 'cause I wanna have a say
in what we do with it.

So I can count on you?

That's a hell of a question,
coming from you.

[ Madeline ] You're gonna
wear yourself out.
Just slow down.

[ Michael ]
Mom, I wasn't shot in the leg.

You know, Michael,
you need to get used
to listening to me,

'cause you'll be
staying at the house
while you're recuperating.

Yeah, I don't think
that's really a good idea.

Don't argue with me.
Fiona can't take you in.

She's in the middle
of some big move.

Got termites in her apartment
or something. I don't know.

There's plenty of room
in the garage
now that Jesse's gone.

- Why can't I just stay
in my loft?
- Those stairs?

I could beat you
at a 40-yard dash right now.

[ Voice Cracking ]
Just let me take care
of my boy, all right?

You had us scared.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. James to Triage--

All right. Okay.
Thank you, Mom.

Michael.
When's this gonna stop?

You almost died.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Code orange. Code orange.

All available doctors
and security personnel
to the E.R. immediately.

- Code orange--
- Stay here.

[ Man ]
Move it. Move!

Well, thank you, sir.

Sam-- What happened?
Why is security paged?

It's just procedure.
There was an explosion
on Ocean Drive.

Four people dead,
six in critical condition.

[ Michael ]
Police have any idea
who's behind it?

Preliminary guess is
that it's just a gas leak.

But come on, Mike.
With everything
that's been going on lately?

We need to talk
to somebody who was there.
Yeah.

[ Siren Blaring ]
[ Chattering ]

[ Woman Coughing ]

- Ma'am, we're doing all we can.
- [ Michael ]
These people are in shock.

[ Sam ]
Let's just try one more.

Oh, excuse me, miss.

Alicia Rensin.
I'm here for my brother Walt.

I'm sorry.
I don't work here.
But we just saw--

Were you there?
Are you all right?

Yeah, but my brother
might have lost his hearing.

What happened?

I don't know.

Walt was having lunch
with his boss,

and I went to get his signature
on this field trip form.

I watch the kids
since Gina left.

And, um,

Walt was coming out,

and I looked over
and I saw this young couple.

And then it went off.

[ Sam ]
And they weren't there anymore.

[ Sniffles ]
I don't think
this was an accident.

I told Walt not to work
for a slime bag like Dale.

It was a matter of time
before something like this.

Dale?

Dale Lawson--

This guy my brother works for.

He's dead.

Walt's no angel,
but he didn't deserve this.

Cops better find out
who did this.

- Someone's got to bring
them to justice.
- Someone will.

[ Woman ] Excuse me.
Your brother's asking for you.

Adam Scott.
You're thinking it too,
right?

Dale kidnapped his daughter.
Be one hell of a coincidence.

You told him to get
out of town. He promised
that he would drop it.

Yeah. He's a lawyer.
I guess I should have
got it in writing.

Wait. Didn't Scott say
that he wanted
Lawson's whole crew to pay?

This could be
just the beginning, Mike,
like a declaration of war.

Okay. What are you doing?
The doctor said two weeks.

I'm fine.
[ Grunts ]

It's time
to get back to work.

[ Fiona ]
Michael, I know you're upset,
but what's the play here?

From the looks
of all these S.U.V.s,
Scott's stepped up his security.

We're just gonna talk.
[ Scoffs ]

You think he's just gonna
let go of his vendetta
because we ask politely?

We'll tell Scott
we're onto him.

If he's smart,
he'll call off anything else
he's got planned.

Buys us some time
to turn the police
onto this.

And I didn't say
it would be polite.

[ Clears Throat ]
Mr. Westen.

Miss Glenanne.

I wasn't expecting--

What happened to you?

Oh, this?
This is nothing.

It's not like
I almost got blown up
on South Beach.

You're referring
to that explosion.

Three days after you told me
Dale Lawson is a dead man,

Dale Lawson is a dead man.

I was at the pool bar
at the Delano with 200 people
when that happened.

Twenty-three hours a day
you're holed up here,

and just then you happen
to be grabbing a beer.

- Is that a joke?
- It's called an alibi.

Innocent people are dead
because you had
to have your revenge.

Don't smile at us.

The man kidnapped
my little girl.

I wish I had killed him.

I wish I had been there
to watch him burn.

But I didn't do it.

[ Fiona ]
Of course not.

A man with your clientele--

I'm sure you could
shake a bomber out
of your sleeve.

Whoever it was,

I'm hoping
they're just getting started.

I mean, Lawson's got a big crew.

He doesn't seem
to be getting it.
If another innocent person--

If you're all out
of baseless allegations,

I'd like to kindly ask you
to get the hell out of my house.

- [ Groans ]
- Hands to yourself.

We're leaving.

Go be with your daughter.
Enjoy the time.

Prison visits are hard on kids.

One minute.

Then you never have
to see me again, ever,
if you don't want to.

Next time you show up
unannounced, nobody
will ever see you again.

Coming to apologize,
Vaughn?

Yeah, that and...
tell you to keep your head down.

Investigation, media--

- It's a firestorm.
- Yeah, I saw the news.

Fortune 500 C.E.O.
turns up dead in the middle
of a giant mess you made.

I guess there was
no cleaning that up.

No, it was time
to let nature take its course.

We had leaked all the intel on
Drake's overseas operations...

to legitimate
intelligence sources.

Although it would have been
nice to know why Barrett
wanted that Bible first.

He's dead. I don't see
how it really matters.

Point is, we need
to keep a low profile.

- I'm leaving Miami.
- I don't get that option, do I?

Well then, Michael,
I guess it's time
to say good-bye.

Someone new will be in touch
when the dust settles.

Be good.

So that's how
the devil disappears.

I'm a little disappointed
there wasn't a puff
of smoke.

Don't get too excited.

You heard him.
He still has plans for me.

I have bigger plans for them.

Here. Sit down.
I don't want
to get your hopes up,

but Sam and I think we know
who took the NOC list.

Go ahead, get my hopes up.

Well, Barrett's security team
were the only
other people there.

Sam had a theory.

One of them sees
a shiny briefcase on the street.

- Crime of opportunity.
- Is this just a theory?

Every member of Barrett's team
is dead or back to work
except one--

Mark Sweeney is missing.

"Sweeney"?

Doesn't exactly sound
like a super-villain's,
you know, cool name.

He's just a former merc.

He worked security
for Drake's Miami office.

Poor fella probably doesn't
even know what he grabbed.

Right now
the priority is finding
the South Beach bomber.

[ Groans ]
That hurt.

I'm gonna go
track him first.

So your buddy at the court
thinks this guy is our best bet.

He's our only bet.

This guy represents lots
of creeps, but only one
bomber-- Dennis Barfield.

You know, reasonable doubt
aside, Dennis blew up
a drug den in Overtown.

He's crazy, Mike.
Well, if blowing up a drug den
means you're insane--

Court-ordered psych evaluation
admitted at trial.

I mean, you got clinical
narcissism, paranoia,
delusions of grandeur--

All right, he's insane.
But there's more.

He's been questioned
in three separate
homeless killings.

See, Dennis has a lot to say
about "degenerates" and "scum."

You get a sense
that there's a manifesto
in the works.

What, are you crazy?
What did we just talk about?

I'm not gonna introduce myself.

I just want to find evidence
Dennis set the bomb yesterday,

and turn this mess over
to the police.

[ Chuckles ]
Never thought I would hear
those words from you.

I never had to
walk around with a hole
in my clavicle before.

Keep an eye out.
[ Groans ]

How does a delusional killer
afford a place like this?

Dennis is a trust-fund psycho.
He never worked a day
in his life.

I feel like you're leaving out
the good parts about this guy.

He doesn't have
any parking tickets.

We got some epoxy,
a tank of gas--

So the guy's either a bomber
or a model airplane enthusiast.

- It's not enough, bud.
- There's powder residue here.

It might be the proof we need.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The site of a break-in
is like a broken bone.

Years later, the spot will
have either been made stronger
or weaker by the ordeal.

A replacement windowpane
installed with putty
and weatherstripping...

costs about 10 cents to remove.

[ Grunts, Exhales ]

Hope you're done in there, bud,
'cause you are done in there.

Dennis is coming?

I think we should call him
Dennis Wayne Barfield,

just to give him
that serial killer flavor.

[ Michael On Phone ]
I'll meet you around back
in five minutes, Sam.

Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ] You need
confidence and a can-do attitude
to make it in the field,

but if you don't have
the physical strength
to match your attitude,

that confidence
can just as easily
get you killed.

Excuse me, scumbag.

You just picked
the wrong guy to rob.

I wasn't trying to rob you.

No sale!

No sale.

Look at me.

Do I look like
some dirtbag thief?

I know what I saw.

You... are one of them--

part of the rot...

that makes it
so I can't go outside
without needing a shower.

Now get off my backdrop.
I don't want to make a mess.

Not again. Not again.

Are you off?

Look at me.

I tried to take out one
of the dealers, and they
shot me and left me to die.

You wanna finish
what they started? Go ahead.

Don't lump me in
with petty criminals.

No, I'm not.
I wanted a closer look.

I'm your biggest fan.

A-- A fan?

My name is Gordon Lutz,
and I've been following
your work since your trial.

I'm a photography student.

No. Your work.

I read the papers
after this last thing
on South Beach.

I just had to meet you.

That's all. Please.

- Please put the gun down.
- I was acquitted at my trial.

I did not do anything wrong.

Of course you didn't.

You took out those degenerates.

You are an inspiration.

I could learn so much from you.

I'm sure you could, Gordon.

That's not gonna happen.

Now, if you come back,

I will put another hole
in you.

But keep reading the papers,
Gordon.

There's more
to love coming soon.

[ Madeline ]
You were supposed to take
your Percocet two hours ago.

I'm fine.

Funny. I don't remember
you moaning this much
before you got shot.

I can't be
on pain medication
if I'm going to be...

in situations
I'm going to be in.

You're not supposed to be
working. You've gotta
let your body heal, Michael.

Mom, the explosion
in South Beach--
It was a bomb.

We know who did it.

You don't want more
innocent people hurt,
do you?

You better look out for him.

She's right to be concerned,
Michael.

Why the hell didn't you run
when Dennis was coming?

Didn't Sam warn you?

It was a judgment call.

- [ Velcro Rips ]
- Making contact gives us
an angle to draw him out...

for when Sam and I go back.

That's your plan.

To re-approach a guy
who said he'd kill you
if he ever saw you again.

It's only to distract Dennis
while Sam
searches the place.

And besides, why would
an insane narcissist
kill his biggest fan?

[ Sighs ]
I have a cute little Walther--

Dennis said
there was more to come.

We have to know more
about what he has planned.

Shooting him's
just not the right move.

Yet.
Yet.

I have some news
about the NOC list.

Sweeney's car turned up
abandoned in a tow-away zone.

It's sitting
in a police impound.

Think he left anything
in it, give us an idea
of where he got off to?

I'm gonna go take a look.
You should take Jesse
with you.

Oh, Michael--
I'm banged up
and my hands are full as it is.

You know
you could use some help.

Do a job together.
He'll forgive you.

It's always worked
for you and me.

I don't want
relationship advice
from you today.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Jesse. Hi.
Hi.

Ready to go?
Impound closes at 1:00
on Saturdays.

Oh, good.
We have time for a drink.

I know I have wine glasses
in here somewhere.

Or better yet,
I will find my boxing gloves.

Maybe if you punch me
in the head a few times,
we can turn the page.

What do you want from me?
Fiona, you lied to me.

What I want
is for things to go back
to the way they were before.

Okay, we work together.
That's how it was before.
Let's go.

You know what?

While we're bribing
our way in,
you're my husband.

Okay then.

Our marriage is on the rocks.

[ Alarm Chirps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Bribery is a delicate art.

Success often depends less
on how much cash you offer...

and more on how you offer it.

Officer, hi.
How you doin'?

My wife left her sunglasses
in my friend Mark's car.

It's a Nissan... Altima.

It's right over there.
I can see it.
I can't let you--

Not that she can tell me
what she was doing
in Mark's car.

- Don't start with me, Eddie.
- I'm starting. I'm starting.

I already started,
and I'm gonna finish.

Pretending to believe
there's a standard fee
for what you're asking for...

means you're less likely
to report the bribe.

My cousin told me how much
the fee was. I about fell
on the frickin' floor.

That's not actually--
Damn shades
aren't worth four bucks.

Now I gotta pay
the city of Miami 300.

That's-- Oh, yeah.
[ Chuckles ]
That is fair.

And if you come across
as unlikable,

even a normally ethical
person...

might not pass up
the chance to make a buck
off your stupidity.

Here you go.

What can I say? Tough break.

Help yourself.

Ooh. Why didn't this guy demand
they take another picture?

University of Miami
parking slip.
Day after the Barrett deal.

Maybe he took it
to the university to have
an expert try to decode it.

You folks find
the glasses or what?

[ Chuckles ]
Here they are.

Wow. Wow. Under the seat.

What the hell were you doing,
they got under the seat?

He's so jealous.
Who can live with it?

Unbelievable.

I thought I told you
not to come back here.

I'm going into business
like you. I want to help you
with your cause.

I don't need an acolyte.
Two minutes. Just two minutes.

[ Breathing Heavily ]
Just give me some tips,

and you can have half
this mercury fulminate
I have.

It's like 80 pounds.

You have 10 gallons
of mercury fulminate?

Yeah, I read online
how to build bombs.

It's a little sketchy
on how to ignite
the detonating chemical.

You need a friction trigger.

- What?
- A friction trigger.

I don't even--

See?

You're a genius.

Just help me,
and you can have the stuff.

Two thousand bucks'
worth of contraband
for a little show-and-tell?

I wanna learn
from the best.

I suppose that's understandable.

Looks like you're
outfitting yourself
for a lot of work.

You said after the trial,
"The city needs a bath of fire."

May I ask you something?
Why do you do what you do?

It's in the genes,
Gordon.

It's a gift-- vision.

When I see scum,
I have to end them.

I know the feeling.

Take the other day.
South Beach.

I get a tip
that a drug dealer--

a gang leader--
is gonna be
at a family restaurant.

Who am I if I don't end him?

How do you feel
about the people who...
get in the way?

The couple who died?

Casualties of war.

It wasn't exactly
what I intended.

Radio detonators can be touchy.

Certain electronic devices
get too close, and boom.

Que será.

- Now excuse me
while I test this.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

My doctor is calling.
He always bothers me. What?

Dr. Finley, I'm fine.

Mike, he built five
of these things. I found it
wadded up in the trash.

Yeah. Not careful, this guy.

And every one of these monsters
is marked "delivered."

I got dates and times,
but no locations.

And the next one that's
scheduled is for later today,
but God knows where.

Forget your dates and times.

Sounds like he's using
some pretty iffy
radio detonators.

They could all blow
at any time.
[ Sam ] This is a nightmare.

We gotta get answers
outta this guy right now.

You read the transcripts.
The cops grilled him
12 separate times.

He doesn't talk.

Yeah, I know, and if we
grab him and fail, we're signing
a lot of death warrants.

It's your call, Mike.
Take the plans
and get out, Sam.

[ Phone Beeps ]

Where did you buy
this stuff?

Chemical supply company.
The guy said he'd give me
a break if I--

If it was real,

you wouldn't have
a foot anymore.

I'm sorry.
You idiot!

Sorry. I didn't know--

Stop wasting my time.

Get out of here.

[ Man ]
Hey, boss. Mr. Westen's here.

I said I don't want
to talk to him.

[ Groans ]

Too bad. We're gonna talk.

Had a chat with Dennis Barfield.

- Who?
- Your partner.

He isn't quite the genius
he thinks he is.

It's time to end this.

Illegally obtained evidence
can't be admitted--

Do you see a judge here? A jury?

Ten pounds of wood screws.

Ripped apart a veterinarian...

and her fiancé.

They're dead!

Now you're gonna call him off,
and you're gonna tell me
where the other bombs are.

Admitting nothing,

I had no control over
what a disturbed individual...

- may or may not have done
in my name.
- Spit it out. Spit it out.

Start with Walt Rensin.

Dennis said he's next.

324 North Oakhurst
in Hallendale.
Get there before 5:00.

After it's over, don't even
think you're getting out
of this without confessing.

Why would anyone ever
confess to anything
when there's a Fifth Amendment?

I'll trade what I know
and I'll have a pledge of
immunity by the end of the day.

Not from me you won't.

Walt Rensin. Isn't he
the brother of the poor girl
from the hospital?

Alicia, yeah.
Her brother Walt was
Lawson's second in command.

I guess since Dennis
missed him at the restaurant,
he's trying him here.

That's gonna be a tall order.

Looks like Lawson's crew
is on lockdown
since the boss was killed.

Scott seemed pretty
confident the bomb
was already in place.

We gotta get in there.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Scott.

Is this Michael Westen?

This is Dennis Barfield.
We haven't met.

No, Dennis, we haven't met.

Why would you
and this partner of yours,
Miss Glenanne,

get in the middle of my plans?

- It's such a mistake.
- I don't know
what Scott told you, but--

He said that he had
a change of heart.

He said the scum
who kidnapped his daughter...

should get a pass,

as if it was up to him.

- Dennis--
- It is not up to him.

I decide.

Arrangements have been made.

Once dominoes start falling,

they have to keep falling.

It is what they do,

and they will knock down
anything that gets in their way.

He's dead.

- You wanna guess who's next?
- [ Line Clicks ]

Scott's dead? Mike, hold up.

We have no way to find Dennis,
and Walt and Alicia
are gonna be dead too...

if we don't find that bomb
before he sets it off.

I'm not leaving.
I'm arming myself.

Walt's guards,
they know our faces.

They're not gonna listen
to a couple of guys who
screwed them over last week.

Yeah, okay, Mike, look.

You are in no shape
to take these guys on
hand-to-hand, even with a blade.

I know that.
I'm just gonna make sure
they don't see our faces.

Uh, not sure I'm following you
there, Mikey.

Hold this, will you?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Despite the expression,

very few people actually
shoot the messenger.

Making a fake delivery
is a great way to get close
to a well-defended position.

Carry a large enough bouquet...

and you can get very close
without being ID'd.

[ Michael ]
Is this Dale Lawson's house?

He's dead. Don't you know
you guys are delivering
a funeral bouquet?

- My mistake.
- [ Hammer Cocks ]

It's the dude from last week.

Hey, pick those up.
I put a lot of time
into that.

Why don't we go inside
and put these in water.

- You have no idea
who you're messing with.
- Mm-hmm. We get that a lot.

Alicia,
we met at the hospital.

- What are you doing here?
- There's a bomb in the house.

It had to have been put here
after your boss was killed.
Where--

That's impossible.
We've been out front ever since.

When did you get
that flat-screen?

It got delivered
yesterday.

The guy said
Dale ordered it.

Yeah. I don't think he did.

Whoa. Must be one
of those 3-D sets.

No wonder Dennis
is having problems
with early detonation.

That radio looks like
a carnival prize.

[ Man ]
Alicia! Where the hell
are Frank and Eddie?

[ Door Opens ]

- You.
- [ Michael ]
Put the gun down, Walt.

- Alicia, get out of my way.
- Put the gun down!

He can't hear you.
Ever since the bombing,
he's legally deaf.

Look. We are only here...

so that that doesn't go ba-boom!

- What the hell
is he talkin' about?
- It's a bomb.

[ Softly ]
Bomb?

Can you defuse it?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You guys have any duct tape?

His name is Mark Sweeney.
We just need to ask him
a few questions.

He may have had
an encrypted Bible with him.

Who'd you say
you were again?

Artest. This is my partner,
Shannon Brown.

Are you sure?
This would have been,
like, a couple days ago.

Hey, cutie,
have you seen this guy?

Oh, finally. Progress.

[ Sighs ]

I'll be right here.
Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Foot chases rarely last long.

During the initial burst
of adrenaline,

it's important
to keep your target in view.

If you can,
you'll probably catch up.

Few people have anything left
in the tank after a quarter mile
at top speed.

[ Jesse ]
Come on, man! I just wanna talk.

No, no, no, no, no.
Come on. Come on, man.

- Just stop running.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I can't--
I can't go to jail.

I'm-I'm--
I'm very thin.

Where'd you see Sweeney?

He came around
three days ago.

He wanted me
to decode some files--
government-looking files.

Did you help him?
It was over my head.

I told him to go see
this dude over at S.X.G.--

a defense contractor
I interned for.

He gave me a hundred bucks
for his name. That's all.

Okay. Looks like
we're off to talk
to a guy named Justin Walsh.

He's an algorithmic engineer
down at S.X.G.

Ichabod Bolt back there
recommended him
to decode Barrett's files.

Impressive work,
Detective Artest.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

Michael, what's new?

A serial killer wants me dead.
I guess that's kind of fresh.

[ Sam ]
So Dennis knows about Mike, Fi.

If he has half a brain,
he's not gonna go back
to his condo again,

so we got one shot
to triangulate his position.

From what?

We're gonna kind of let him
blow up another bomb.

How fast can you get home,
find your laptop
and digital radio?

Are you serious?

We're spreading out
and dialing in Dennis's location
from his trigger signal?

Yeah. You, me and--
I don't know, my mom?

Jesse'll do it. I'll call you.
[ Beeps ]

No, he won't.
I don't know what
you just volunteered me for.

I'm not getting
mixed up in anything
Michael's got goin' on.

Jesse, we lied
about what we did to you.

We didn't lie about who we are.

We're tracking that guy
who blew up the restaurant
in South Beach.

[ Sighs ]
Son of a bitch.

Channel 6, Sam.

Alicia, step away
from the window,
just in case.

It's 5:00. Now what?

[ Ringing ]

Walt-- Phone.

[ Beeps ]

- Hello?
- [ Dennis ]
Hello.

This is the man
that killed your boss.

What do you want?
What do you want?

Turn on the news.
There's something
I want you to see.

[ Whispering ]
I did it. What channel?

Okay, I did it. What channel?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Triangulating
someone's position...

from a radio
or cellular signal...

works exactly the way it sounds.

By recording the time
and intensity of the signal...

from three separate positions,

it's fairly easy to calculate
the position of origin.

And a computer program can do
the work a lot faster
if your trigonometry is rusty.

Michael,
are you seeing this?

Dennis is in my neighborhood.

He's on your block, Fi.
Scott told him
about both of us.

He's coming after you.

He's going to be
very disappointed
by what he finds.

No, Fi. We need him alive.

Damn it, Michael.

I am not letting some psycho...

be the first person
to bring explosives
into my new place.

Just get out of there.

Get out of there, Fi.

Get out of there.

[ Sam ]
Jesse, good to see you, man.

Do you really wanna have
a reunion right now?
Seriously?

- Okay, maybe not.
- Here's what we know.

Dennis has at least four bombs
scattered around town.
What we don't know is where.

And these things are wired
to the shakiest radio
detonators I've ever seen.

Even if he doesn't
trigger them, the damn things
are gonna go off eventually.

I think I should go in alone.
Excuse me?

Give me a minute.
Surround the house.

Shoot out the windows.
Make us feel the heat.

He and I are
in there alone, in a foxhole,

- I'm his only friend--
- [ Sirens Wailing ]

Okay, what the hell is this now?

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Fiona ]
Looks like they're
sealing off the area.

A neighbor must have
seen Dennis breaking in
and called the police.

Michael.

Dennis is insane.
You can't get
on his wavelength.

- Not this guy.
- Fi, we gotta do something.

Even if the cops catch Dennis,
he's never gonna tell 'em
where the bombs are.

You get caught in the middle
of another police standoff--

It's okay.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Dennis, it's me, Gordon.

How... in God's name...

did you find me?

The police are coming.

The police are coming,
and we have to get out of here.

- Where the hell
did you come from?
- I was following you.

I wanted to see
how you do what you do.

I'm sorry,
but there was a jogger,
and she saw you break in,

and she called the police.

- That's unfortunate, but--
- Don't worry.

I took care of her like you do.

I ended her.

I'm like you now.

Oh, you idiot!

Do you have any idea
how much heat you have
just brought down on me?

- [ Sirens Wailing ]
- [ Tires Screeching ]

This is no good.

One burst of static
on the wrong channel--

Maybe Dennis hasn't armed
the housewarming gift
he brought for you.

I watched a man go
in there with a bomb.
You stay off your radio.

I saw the whole thing.
He's got a bomb.

[ Sam ]
He's got a bomb.

You think these idiots realize
how much water I carry for them?

Scraping all the filth
off this planet?

I guess no good deed
goes unpunished.

[ Michael Narrating ]
More than anything,
zealots crave an audience.

Fanatics, at their core,
believe they have
something to teach the world.

Dealing with a fanatic, then,

is often just a matter
of being a very good student.

Well,

if they wanna take me out,
then they're coming with me.

You can't end this. Not now.

I'm not afraid to die.

But your work--
You said there was more to come.

There is so much more.

Do you realize
how many others will rise up...

after I do what I'm about to do?

You're lucky, Gordon.

You'll be remembered
as my first disciple--

the first to recognize...

that the rancid,
festering parasites
of this world--

You are a genius!

Stop interrupting me.

I mean, I get it. I get it.

I can walk out of here
like your hostage.
The cops won't even bother me.

I can detonate the devices.

Yes. Yeah!

You could detonate them.
You could.

I'm not as smart as you.

I never will be,
but I am similar to you
in so many ways.

When I see the world--

what's wrong with it-- twisted.

There are demons among us.

When I see something wrong,

I have to act.

I can't help myself.

You tell me
where the bombs are,

and I will carry your message
to the world.

They'll search you.

You have to memorize
the addresses.

[ Man ]
Put your hands behind your head!

Put your hands
behind your head now!

Put 'em behind your head!

Get down on the ground.
Get down now!

[ Groans ]

Take it easy.
Hands behind your back.

Come on.

He's got the locations.
Our boy is back.

[ Groans ]

- This isn't exactly over, Sam.
- [ Handcuffs Clicking ]

You said it yourself.
These cops don't know
what they're up against.

What if they breach and Dennis
decides to end it
when they get close?

- [ Man ]
On your feet. Let's go!
- Someone could die.

Fi, how do you want
to play it?

[ Static Crackles ]

[ People Screaming ]

- Jesse, you just--
- Yeah.

[ Clamoring ]

Sometimes you gotta
put the rabid dog down.

You look worse than you did
when you got out
of the hospital.

Yeah, well,
I've had a long week.

You never answered
my question,
by the way,

about why you do
what you do.

Do you even think about it?

Since the day I was burned,
every day.

And?

And I don't know.

I don't know if my reasons
are that different
from anybody else...

who likes the feel of a trigger
on their finger.

I wish I understood.
I just don't.

Whatever.

"Whatever"?
Yeah.

I mean, maybe you got
some repressed crap,
you know?

Rage...

about how it was for you
when you were a kid.

Or the things
you've seen, or--

I don't know. Maybe this is just
how you fit into the world.

Whatever.

Thanks, Mom.

What I'm saying is,
in the end
it doesn't matter.

You're one of the good guys,
Michael,

and I'm proud of you.

I bought you a present.

These are exactly like
the pair I lost.

How-- How did you--

It's called "shopping."
[ Chuckles ]

We all have our strengths.

Now go do what you do.

Thanks for meeting me,

and for the other day
with Dennis,

and for saving my life.

Let's just do this.

So what do we know
about this crypto specialist
Sweeney went to see?

Justin Walsh--
A buddy of Sam's says...

the guy's had
national security clearance
for over a decade.

He's apparently fond
of wrought iron.

And now
you're all caught up.

There are clearances,
and then there are clearances.

I wonder if Walsh would even
know what he was looking at
if he decoded it.

I think he knew.

No briefcase,
no NOC list.

No trace of where
Justin Walsh went
after he killed Sweeney for it.

I did find
Walsh's e-mail address.

I know it's not much to go on.

Whoever this guy is,
he's got the name
and position...

of every one of the people
who burned me,

he knows how
dangerous and valuable
that information is,

and he has
a three-day head start.