All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S05E02.1080p.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 pursuing someone,

it's tempting to focus
exclusively on overtaking
the other person.

It's often better to force
the person you're chasing...

to go faster than
the terrain allows...

and wait for them
to make a mistake.

But even when a chase ends,

you can never assume
the other person will
give up without a fight.

It's over.

It's not over, Michael.
One more time.

No. That was
our tie-breaker, Fi.

Best out of five then.
Hate to see you lose again.

[ Yelps ]

Fi! Ahh!

Yes, you would.

I can be a very sore loser.

I could get used to this
new life of yours, Michael.

The people who
burned you are gone.
We're taking vacations.

Yeah, these vacations are gonna
kill me pretty quickly if you
keep riding like that, Fi.

There are worse ways
to go.

[ Footsteps ]

Sir, you have a phone call
back at the office--
from Langley.

[ Sighs ]

Next time, we're going to
the Riviera, not a government
training facility.

Ohh! Okay.

[ Chattering ]

How you doing, Max?
[ Sighs ]

How was Costa Rica?
Not bad for
government funded R & R.

Thanks for setting that up.
Yep.

Consider it
a "welcome back" gift.

So, here we are.

Your first official
government gig in--
How long has it been?

It's been a while.
So what's the job?

Who's the job, actually--
Carson Huxley.

He's a Brit, he's a genius,
and he's a very valuable
asset of ours.

That guy?
He looks like he's
about to eat the worm.

That guy has the I.Q.
of a rocket scientist and
the libido of a rock star.

He's one of Her Majesty's
top nuclear engineers.

He also likes to
cheat on his wife at
conferences like this.

It's a blackmailer's dream
come true.

All it takes
is a few pictures
with the wrong woman.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Intelligence agencies spend
more money protecting secrets...

than stealing them.

But no digital encryption or
biometrically locked vaults...

can keep sensitive information
from spilling out of
an indiscreet asset's mouth,

which is why one of the most
common duties for a spy
is babysitting.

We picked up
some chatter that
he'd be approached here.

Any specifics on who's
doing the approaching?

No, I don't know.
But I'm guessing
that whoever it is...

is not gonna be too hard
on the eyes.

You know the drill.
Chaperone the drunk, make
sure he doesn't get lucky.

And we all sleep
easy at night.

Oh, that's my cue.
I'll, uh-- I'll take
the first shift.

You're on at 4:00.
You get the tech-talk mixer
in the Coconut Lounge.

Knock 'em dead, buddy.

Refinished floors,
marble countertops,
great ocean views--

It's the perfect
bachelorette pad
for someone like you.

You know, I really should
have shown you this
before the others, but--

I'm gonna stop talking
for just a minute...

and give you guys
a sec to really imagine
the possibilities.

[ Sighs ]

Well, the balcony's
big enough to lay prone
with a sniper rifle,

but there's really
no obvious place
for my snow globes.

What do you think,
Michael?

Michael?

- Huh? Yeah, I think so.
- You think what?

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
I think... I got to take this.

[ Beeps ]
Yeah, Jesse.

I'll meet you there
in 15 minutes.

[ Beeps ]
You think what?

I think we got to go.
Jesse wants to meet.

I'll wait outside.

Where did your friend go?

Oh, I'm afraid
we haven't quite captured
his attention today.

But this isn't for him.
It's for me.

So maybe you and I
can meet again Monday?

Oh, no problem,
you know, and don't worry.

Lots of men don't really focus
until it's time to negotiate.

Yeah, well, that man
doesn't focus...

unless an international
conspiracy is threatening
to ruin his life.

[ Chuckles ]

My, my, my.
Private security
looks like the life.

Nice suit.

Yeah, it's got its perks.
Look, um, I got a problem.

I bet. The lease payments
on that car must be scary.

No. This is serious.
Somebody came to me at work.

There's a job. I don't know
who else to talk to about it.

Jesse, I-I have this thing
with the government now.
I can't really--

Mike, there's a whole
bunch of people
in some serious trouble, okay?

It's my first job back.
It's important.

Are you talking life and death?
'Cause that's what I'm talking.

There's a whole lot of girls
that are going to die if we
don't do something about it.

Now, what, are you
really too busy to help?

So, you can get the details
from the client,
but the highlights are...

human traffickers
and about 20 missing girls.

Jesse, I want to help, but
your timing, right this minute,
couldn't be worse.

Yeah, Michael's new job
at the C.I.A. requires some
very exciting babysitting.

Apparently, happy hour is
more important than saving
innocent young women.

That's not exactly
how I would put it, Fi-- Fi.

How exactly would you put it,
Mike? You're the one that's been
about helping people, right?

Is that all over now that
you're back with the government?

No, Jesse. I will help,
just as soon as I can, but--

In the meantime, those of us
who can prioritize
are here for you, Jesse.

I'll call Sam.

Ryoko's the V.P. of sales
for Pacific Rim Industries.

My firm handles their security
here in town, so--

When her cousin went missing,
she figured I could help.

My family back in Japan lives
in a small village near Kyoto.

They said some girls there
were approached by men
from the city--

criminals-- that convinced
young women to go with them.

The girls think they'll
get job if they go.

But, instead,
they are forced to--

Your cousin is one
of these girls?

Norika. She's only 15.

- And you think
she's here in Miami?
- Yes. I know it.

Two days ago,
one of the girls called
her family in the village.

First, she had to
stolen phone from the men.

She said she had seen a sign
with the words "Port of Miami."

Then someone
took the phone away.

Her father listened
as she was killed.

My relatives
contacted me because...

they don't know anyone else
in Miami who can help them.

- Have you gone to the police?
- Yes.

But they said there's
not enough information to find
Norika and the other girls.

Well, they may be right.
Miami is an awfully
big haystack.

Well, I might have
a lead on our needle.

My firm has some
pretty high-level contacts
in the telecom business.

They pulled some strings.
Turns out that the phone
used to call the village...

tracks to a hotel
in South Beach--
Check that out.

Could be one of our dirtbags
is staying there.

Son of a bitch is probably
sipping mojitos as we speak.

Not for long.
Let's hope Mike hurries up
with his C.I.A. job.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Covert security is
all about making friends.

You have to give yourself
a plausible reason
to be near your target.

Some of the most important
secrets in the world...

have been protected by a guy
with a few stories
and a drink in his hand.

[ Slurring ]
I come off the plane--
I just fly into M.I.A.--

and a custom officer
pulls out Cuban cigars--
a full box.

And I say to him,
"Is it too late
to return 'em?"

The same thing
happened to me...

trying to bring
some peanuts back
from Khartoum.

I'm gonna get another drink--
another rum and Coke.

Yeah, make it two.
[ Mouths Words ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Oh, bloody hell.

You need to get that?

Oh, most definitely not.

It's my wife calling to complain
about something or other.
[ Ringing Stops ]

- It's her specialty.
- You been married long?

Oh, 23 very long years.

She can't be all that bad.
You've not met my wife.

[ Laughing ]
Count yourself lucky.

I don't see a wedding ring
on that finger.

My advice--
keep it that way.

Marriage is like
a loaf of bread.

It tastes great at the start,
but it goes stale very fast.

At this point, it's just
one barney after another.
"Barney"?

Yeah, fight.
Mmm.

You don't have to tell me
about fighting.

My girlfriend--

She'll just explode.
I mean, if I'm looking
at another woman--

Look who's coming over.
I bought them a couple
of drinks earlier.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Controlling an unruly asset
is tough,

especially when women
and alcohol are combined.

Which is why,
as a general rule,

you don't even try
to control the hunter--
you just scare off the prey.

Oh! Oh!
[ Glass Breaks ]

Oh! My girlfriend
is gonna kill me.

This--
She bought me this suit.

Hey, look, pipe down,
will you, man?

Oh, like your wife
is any different.

Oh, no.

Damn it. Damn.

Wait.
Where are they going? Oh.

Hey, let's get another drink.

I'm guessing that's the guy.
I slipped the concierge
my last 50...

to find out which guest
checked in with
a Japanese passport.

He pointed me to him.
Said the guy's name
is Takeda.

Son of a bitch has 20 girls
locked in a box somewhere...
and he's lounging poolside.

Check out that missing digit.

Either he's Japanese mafia or
he's been keeping a pet tiger.

Well, that would explain
the shiny suit.

You don't want to be
flashing your yakuza tattoos
all over South Beach.

Might raise a few eyebrows.

- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
- What's this all about?

I don't know. But you can bet
that guy's greased a few palms
of his own around this hotel.

What's he doing?

That waiter
was awfully friendly.

Looks like Takeda
got tipped off.

Yeah, I'd say so.
He set fire to his I.D.
and his phone.

Probably thinks we're cops.

Jesse, take the car.
I'll meet you out front.

All right,
end of the line, pal.
Just drop your--

Ooh! God!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Takeda!

- [ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Grunts ]

- [ Woman ] Oh, my God!
- Well, that slowed him down.

Well, it was either that
or taking a bullet.
[ Groaning ]

It's okay. It's okay.
I'm a doctor. Back off.

Please don't touch him.
He's in shock. We got to
get this man to a hospital.

- Hey, you guys
need some help?
- Get away from me!

Yeah, we need some help.

- I'll kill you!
- [ Fiona ] In you go.

- Aah!
- Hush, now.

Talking's only gonna
make it hurt worse.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Interrogating a captive...

isn't just about what
you know about them,

it's about what
they know about you.

If they think you're cops,
they'll behave one way.

If they think you're rivals,
they'll behave another.

It's a choice you
only get to make once,

so you have to do your homework
and get it right the first time.

How have you
been playing it?

Like we're rival traffickers,
looking for some girls.

The problem is, Takeda thinks
that me and Fi and Jesse
are just soldiers.

You know how it is
with these yakuza guys--
it's all about hierarchy.

So I was thinking--
It was time for the big, bad
boss to make an appearance.

The bigger, the better, Mike.
How badly is he hurt?

Uh, pretty bad.
He's got a busted hip
and one of his arms is broken.

I mean, the guy's a lunatic.

Tried to play a game of
human Frogger, and it didn't
quite work out for him.

Frogger-- it's a video game
from the '80s.

Never mind.

It's gonna be tough
to get him to talk
when he's in so much pain.

Yeah, I thought about that.
That's why, um, I called in
someone else to play nurse.

Absolutely not.
It is too dangerous.

Michael, you're gonna be
outside with your gun,

and you've got the man
shackled to the bed,
for God's sake.

How dangerous could it be?

The guy is a yakuza gangster.
I'm not putting you
in the same room with him.

Uh, I'm sorry. I thought
you were running out of time...

and that people
were going to die.

Do you have a better idea
that doesn't involve me?

[ Scoffs ]

Right. Okay, then.
Guess I'm on.

Listen, Mom.
This guy can't know
that you're working with us.

He has to believe
we forced you to do this.

I think I can manage that.
No, I don't think
you understand.

I'm gonna have to treat
you as bad as I treat him
or even worse.

I get it.
I don't think
you do, Mom.

It's not gonna
feel like an act.
It's not gonna be pleasant.

Michael, just do me a favor
and don't worry about me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Using civilians
in undercover operations...

is all about
emotional manipulation.

So it's your job to help them
be who they need to be,

feel what they need to feel,
by any means necessary.

Hey!

Are you as deaf
as you are dumb?

You pick up that damn bag,
you get inside and stitch
this son of a bitch up!

Let's go! Move it!
Get your sorry ass
in there now!

I'll give her a minute
then go in myself.

[ Groaning ]

I'm sorry. I know.
I know this hurts.

Can I get you
anything for the pain?

Do you understand English?

- Aren't you done yet?
- I'm sorry.

- What kind of nurse are you?
- I'm sorry. It's just--

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry!"
[ Grunting ]

Shape up, darlin', or he won't
be the only one who needs some
serious medical attention.

Get over there!
Don't move!

Keep your mouth shut!

Listen up!
Pay attention to me.

You and I need to have
a little talky-talk.

Now, I'm gonna speak real
slow so you understand me.

I need to know where those
sweet little Asian girls are.

'Cause let me
tell you something.

I control that
particular import business
here in Miami-- me.

Any shipments that come
through here are mine.

You cooperate,
I'll let you live.
You don't--

[ Chuckles ]

What's funny?

You think you
can threaten me? Hmm?

Once... I fall asleep
on guard duty.

You know who do this?

I do... to punish,

to remind me.

You think I will betray
my own people?

If you let me go,

me and my people will
find you and only kill you.

If you don't,

you can watch them kill
your whole family first.

[ Screaming ]

There are worse things
to lose than a finger.

[ Grunts, Breathing Heavily ]

Move. Move!
Let's go! I said move!

[ Door Slams ]

It's okay.
I'll do it.

You all right?

You said it
wouldn't be pleasant.
[ Chuckles ]

I had to upset you.
I didn't know
how else to do it.

I know.
It was just--

I hadn't seen
that in a long time.

Seen what?

Nothing.

I'll be--
I'll be all right.
I just need a minute.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

What's she talking about,
Michael?

It's not something I want
to talk about right now.

You're upset.
No, I'm fine.

We just need to find out
what this guy knows.

The girls will be on
their way to a buyer soon.

What are you thinking?
Drugging him's
our best option.

Get him relaxed,
get him talking.

I'll call Sugar.
No, I can do that.

But cracking him's gonna
take more than a few hours.

So I need your help...

with my other thing.

With your C.I.A. job?

Playboy needs a sitter.
Pretty hard for a foreign
operative to get close...

if you're sitting
right next to him.

I wouldn't ask
if I didn't have to, Fi.
Okay.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you can't keep an asset
away from his favorite vice,

it's often better to supply him
with a safe target,

which is one reason why female
operatives are trained in how
to keep men interested...

while fending them off
like aikido masters.

[ British Accent ] Who would
have thought a nuclear engineer
could be so very... charming?

You're far too gorgeous to be
at a conference like this.

Are you sure you're not lost--
English lass like yourself?

[ Chuckles ]
I found you.

I haven't really explored
Miami very much.

What do you say
we venture out of this bar?

And your wife
won't mind?
Hmm?

You have a tan line
on your ring finger.

Huh. Well--

[ Chuckles ]
Why pretend?

Yes, married.
Guilty as charged.

You know, love,
it's-- it's over.

I'm just looking for someone
more exciting, more my speed.

Maybe we should--

[ Grunts ]
venture out after all.

Really?

Your room or mine?

I have something much, much,
much, much more fun in mind.

- [ Engine Revving ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, I love the way you tease.

Your wife isn't
the teasing sort?

My wife? Oh, God!

Her idea of a fun time
is having a conversation
about gardening or home decor.

No.

How many times do I have to
listen to her droning
on about hanging curtains...

before I
up and hang myself?

Whoo! I'm bored
just hearing about it.

Oh, God.
You are the kind of girl I have
been looking for all my life.

You and I were
meant to be together.

No talking about
curtains with you.

No, no, no.

I prefer to live
on the edge. Don't you?

Oh, yes!

- [ Engine Revving ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

Oh! Tell me when to turn.
Tell me. Tell me. Tell me!
Tell me! Tell me!

What are you doing?
I'm living on the edge!

- Left! Make a left!
- [ Horn Honks ]

- [ Chuckles ]
- Right!

- [ Horn Honks ]
- Left!

Right!

[ Horn Honks ]

Left!

Oh, God!
Don't you feel alive?

Stop! Oh, for
the love of God, stop!

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Oh.

[ Beeping ]
Why don't we
call your wife...

and tell her that you've
found your soul mate?

Don't you dare!

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A necessary evil that
goes along with being a spy...

is maintaining friendships
with all sorts of
unsavory people--

like drug dealers,
for example.

Yo, Mikey!

Mikey!

Mikey?
Really, Sugar?
Try it again.

Uh--

Of course, some friendships
are friendlier than others.

Michael, hey.
I got over here
as quick as I could.

Hospital-grade amphetamines
and phenobarbital.

What kind of party you
got going on in here, huh?

Time to go, Sugar.
Consider us almost even.
Hold it. Hold on.

I feel it'd be irresponsible
of me to hand that over to you
without a consult.

It's gonna knock you flat,
but in a good way.

Yeah. Okay.

Now, Mom, you're gonna
have to hold him down.
You need to find a vein.

I know what I'm doing, Michael.
Let's just get this over with.

There you go.

[ Door Opens ]

It's just a little something
to help with the pain.

No shot.
You understand?

No shot.

- I'm going in there.
- Mike, don't.

You pull her out of there,
this is over. She can do this.

If I don't give it to you,
they're going to kill me.

They'll kill you anyway.

Help me.

If you help me,
my friends will save you.

- What are they saying?
- I don't know. The damn mikes
aren't picking it up.

No, I-I-I can't.
You have to.

This is your only chance.

I don't know.

Trust me.

Okay.

But I can't help you
if I'm dead, and he wants
you to take this shot.

Damn it.

What the hell are you
doing in here?

- I said give him the shot
and get out!
- I just finished.

What were you two
talking about?

He-He asked for--
for-for water.

What, do you have
a problem with that?

Get on out! Move!
Get the hell out of here!

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

I'm sorry you
had to go through that.

He'll calm down
once the drugs kick in.
So you can go home now.

I never gave him the shot.

What?
He asked for my help,
and I agreed.

Why would you do that?
Because I think
I can get him to talk.

You are not going
back in there.
You are done.

Really? And who's he
gonna talk to, Michael?

Now I may not be
some expert interrogator,

but I can tell you
that the one person he
is talking to right now...

is me.

Okay. Now if we play this right,
Takeda's gonna ask you
to contact his crew.

If you find them, we can
tail 'em back to where
they're holding the girls.

- Sounds like a good plan.
- Yeah, but are you ready?

Mike's really gonna have to
come after you so Takeda
doesn't think something's up.

What does that mean?
He's gonna yell,

push you around,
probably tear your blouse.

It could get pretty rough, Mom.

Rough? Why don't you
just hit me?
What?

Oh, no, no. The-The blouse
will sell it, Maddy.

- A punch will sell it better.
- I'm not gonna hit you, Mom.

It's not like I haven't
been hit before.

Snap your head to the side
when you feel the impact.

But it'll still hurt.
I know.

- You ready to
start talkin', boy?
- [ Door Closes ]

Woman, get in here!

Good luck, Maddy.

Does he look
focused to you?

I can't have him
in this much pain.

Did you give him
the drugs?

Yeah, I did.
Then why
aren't they working?

- I don't-- I don't--
- "I d-- I don't--"

- Maybe I miscalculated
the dosage.
- Maybe?

[ Whimpers ]

Oh.

I'm sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it!

If I come back in here
after you drugged him
and he's not cooperative,

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna find me a nurse
that actually has a brain.

[ Punches Wall ]
[ Gasps ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

I'm not gonna last long.

You said you had friends.

I supposed to have meeting with
boss today at Zorba's, 4:00.
Call restaurant.

Who do I ask for?
Hiroshi.

[ Sobs ]
I'm sorry.

I'm just so scared.

You can do this.

You have to do this.

Only way we live.

[ Sobs ]

Okay. Looks like your ma
got what we needed.

Takeda's boys are gonna be
at Zorba's at 4:00.

Mike, uh, it's probably best
if you stay here.

Keep an eye on Takeda.
Jesse and I can deal with this.

Yeah. Sounds good, Sam.
And I'll give Fi a call,
see how she's doing with Huxley.

Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The work of a spy doesn't always
involve undermining people.

Oftentimes, the solution
to a problem...

is simply convincing someone
to behave like a better
human being.

But it may take more
than a stern lecture.

Oh, darling, where did you go?
I could have driven us
both back.

Party's just getting started!

- Leave me alone!
- You don't mean that.

I do!
I do mean it!

But we're meant
to be together.
No, we're not.

How can you say that?
I'm the girl you've been
looking for all of your life.

It's time to leave that bloody
dreadful marriage of yours.
No, it isn't.

What?
No.

I'm not leaving my wife.

But she's a boring old hag who
only wants to talk about hanging
curtains, remember?

No. My wife's an angel.

[ Gasps ]
An angel? An angel?

How dare you!
You led me on!
We're finished!

[ Bangs On Door ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Beeping ]

Sweetheart?

Just called
to see how you are.

[ Chuckles ]
Yes. Yes,
I miss you too.

[ Ryoko ]
I should be inside
the restaurant.

No. No.
Trust me.

Takeda's yakuza buddies
are going to be a lot
less chatty...

if they think one of their
fellow diners understands 'em.

Sam's in there.
He's got a powerful mike.

He's picking up whatever
those guys are talking about.

You'll be able to translate
from here. I promise you.

It's gonna be fine.
Sam, how's it going in there?

Nothing to report,

other than that the boss
is on his third green tea.

I can hear every slurp.

Mike doesn't mess around,
does it?

If your firm wants to lend us
any more of its fancy toys,
no complaints here.

[ Bell Dings ]

I think our friend's
lunch date just arrived.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The most advanced
directional microphones...

can capture human speech
at distances of 200 meters.

So long as you have a clear
line of sight on your target,

there's nothing better
for eavesdropping
on a private conversation.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

[ Japanese Continues ]

[ Man ]
So Miami beach real estate
is in the toilet, eh?

Well, that commission
just bought me...

my winter home in Aspen.

Sam, we're having some serious
sound issues out here.

Yeah. I'm gonna move closer.

[ Japanese Continues ]

Well, our yakuza friends
just left.

Sam, we cannot lose them.

Yeah.
I'm going after 'em.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When tailing someone dangerous,

it's a good idea
to give yourself
an innocent-sounding reason...

to be following your target.

Most of the time, you won't
need it, but if it turns out
your target is onto you--

Why are you following us?

you'll really need it.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, guys.
I think one of you left this
on the table in there.

I mean, she's a beaut.

I would hate to lose
a watch like this,
if she were mine.

Yes. That is mine.
Thank you.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Okay, they just
stole my watch.

Sam, what the hell happened?
You're supposed
to be following them.

Sorry, man. I had to bail.
Those guys knew
I was after 'em.

- What's wrong?
- I heard them talking
about the girls.

- She translated the last bit
of the conversation.
- Yeah? And?

If Takeda doesn't check in
within two hours, they're
killing the girls-- all of them.

[ Madeline ]
Why would they
kill the girls?

Operational security.
One of their guys
has disappeared.

These yakuza,
they won't take any chances.

What now, Mike?
Let me think.

What would you do
if you were in my shoes?

No, Mom.

I'm asking you a question.

He'd fake an escape
with Takeda...

to get him to lead us
back to the girls.

Sounds good.

But you'd have to sell
the fact that you got away
from Mike somehow.

Fine. I'll-I'll tell Takeda
that I injected him with drugs.

And that he pushed you
past your breaking point.

What? That he'd, what, do this?
Something like that?

Are you out
of your mind, Ma?
You can't go in there!

I can.
You'll do
as I tell you!!

Damn it!
Don't tell me what I can't do!

You can play your father
in there, but not out here.

Michael, you know
this is the only way.

[ Door Opens ]

I'll call Fi and Jesse,
let 'em know what's going on.

[ Door Closes ]

We gotta
get out of here now.

[ Breathing Heavily ]
What happened?

Did you talk to my friends?

No. They caught me
trying to find the phone.
[ Groaning ]

But I was able to shoot that son
of a bitch with morphine, and I
locked him in the other room.

But he's not gonna be
out for long,

and we only have a few minutes
before his friends get back.

[ Michael ]
Where the hell are you, woman?
You're dead! You hear me?

Dead!

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Jesse, they're coming your way.
Make it look good.

- Hope your ma knows
what she's doing, Mikey.
- So do I, Sam.

Oh, my God! It's them!
What do I do?

- [ Screams ]
- [ Tires Squealing ]

Go faster!

How do I get
to your friends?

I need to know!

Where do I go?

I can't let them
follow us back.

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ Horn Honks ]

- Let her shake us, Jesse.
- You sure?

She can tell us how to find
her through the cell phone.
Just let her go.

Okay, we lost them.
Where do I go?

So your friends are in
one of these warehouses?

You go now.
I walk from here.

This is not good, Mike.

Maddy's about to lose Takeda,
and we still don't know
where those girls are.

We're running
out of time here.

[ Groans ]
No.

No, no. Look.
They just drove by!

The men who kidnapped us!
They're here! Please.

- I don't see them!
- She said we just drove by?

What the hell's
she talking about?
She's bluffing.

She wants us to get closer
so she can get Takeda to talk.

Are you sure, Mike?
I mean, she's not you.

Do a pass-by, Sam.

They're not here!

There!
They're looking for us!

They're looking for us,
and they're going to find us!

We need your friends.
Where are they?

You promised that
they would help us!

Please, we just have to go
to where they are.

Too risky to go there.
It's too risky to stay here,
all right?

They're circling this area,
and they'll find us in minutes
and kill us.

We have to find
your friends now.
No!

Please! Please.

I can't move fast enough.
You go.

Go bring the men here.
Tell them to bring guns.

I can't go!
I don't know
where they are!

Warehouse 113,
next street over.
Three men there.

Password-- "nihonto."
Hurry!

[ Groaning ]

[ Groaning ]
I lead them away. Go!

Go! I said go!

They're in warehouse 113,
Michael. It's a block over.

There are three guards.
The password is "nihonto."

[ Groaning ]

He moves, shoot him
in his good leg.

I think
I can manage that.

Good job, Maddy.

Nihonto.

Pack up your things, guys.
Your operation is over.

- Who are you?
- Who am I doesn't matter.

All you need to know is that
your good friend Takeda
was captured.

- How you know that?
- Because I'm the guy
who captured him.

What's Japanese for
"Drop your weapons"?

- Oh, maybe something like this.
- [ Shotgun Cocks ]

[ Fiona ]
No, I think it's this.

[ Grunts ]

[ Chattering ]

It's okay.
You're safe now.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

- [ Madeline ]
How are the girls?
- [ Sighs ]

About as well
as one could hope.

My firm's pulling some strings,
trying to get 'em
all home quickly.

What about Takeda?
Feds picked him
and all his guys up.

Japanese cops
took care of the rest
of them in Kyoto, so--

They'll be spending a lot
more time in a confined space
than those girls did.

Now, my firm gives me a little,
uh, discretionary fund
for emergencies.

I think this counts.

- No, you keep it, Jesse.
- Mike, take the money, man.

Uh, excuse me.
I've helped Michael before,
and he's never paid me.

All right. Well, thank you,
both of you, for everything.

- No, thank you.
- I'll see you guys later.

Here. Use that to fix up
your dad's Charger.

Maybe it's time to just
leave the past in the past.

Maybe it's time
to stare the past down
and deal with it, Michael.

It happened,
for better or for worse.

It made us who we are.

All you can do now
is look towards the future.

You should really
stop trying, Max.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

I got your report on Huxley.

I liked the read. I do have
a couple of notes on the story.
Oh?

I'm not so sure how I feel about
a ex-I.R.A. operative's surprise
entrance in the second act.

Fiona got the job done.

She scared him celibate.
Yeah, she did.

You know, there's a couple
of cardinal rules to this whole
government secret agent gig.

First of all, it's secret.

And secondly,
you're the agent,
not your girlfriend.

Homework?
It's a gift.

Improvisational jazz.
I kind of figured
it was your style.

Stay safe, big boy.
We'll be in touch.

- ** [ Jazz On Stereo ]
- [ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

Jazz?
A present from Max.

I think he felt bad about
giving me a talking-to.

Let me guess. He was less than
thrilled with how I handled
the Huxley-sitting?

Well, you did drive
130 miles an hour
down the Tamiami Trail.

My way of doing things doesn't
work for the Boy Scouts.

I want to talk to you, Fi.

I haven't been able to sleep
well lately, and I've had
a lot of things on my mind,

but I know we're going through
some big changes, you and I,

and I don't want to
pile anything else on--

You don't need
to explain, Michael.
I'm a big girl.

You have an exciting new life.
I don't want to hold you back.

You don't hold me back.

That job I was doing
for the C.I.A.,

it wouldn't have
succeeded without you.

I need you, Fi.

I got you something.

Lumber?

It's a shelf. I mean,
it's going to be a shelf.

I was hoping you could put
your snow globes on it.

It is a new job, Fi,
but it's not a new life.

I like my life,
and I want to live it
with you, here.

That's what
I was trying to say.

I want you to move in.

What do you think?

** [ Ends ]