All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S05E12.1080p.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.

Max! What happened?

Who did this to you?
I don't know.

You say
good-bye for me.
Max!

[ Gunshots ]

Whoever did this managed
to put a murder weapon...

in Michael's hands
and get away clean.

[ Michael ]
Our killer's in there.
We should go in now.

[ Sam ]
Mike, there's the guy.

We gotta find this guy,
and the only thing we got is
a thoroughly toasted computer.

We gotta make it fast. I talked
to Pearce. She's investigating
the warehouse fire.

You lied to me.
You killed him!

I was framed.
He's Romanian.
His name is Tavian.

Sam and Jesse
are tracking him right now.

Just let me make
one phone call--

Don't even think about it.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Line Ringing ]
Come on, Mike.
Pick up. Pick up.

This is Michael.
Leave a message.
[ Beeps ]

Damn it.
He's still
not answering?

Yeah. Fi said she was
with him like 15 minutes ago.
Something's not right.

Pull over up here.
I want to take a peek at Mike's
loft before we get there.

[ Sam ]
Oh, son of a bitch.
It's the feds.

I had a feeling.
Take a look.

[ Jesse ]
I guess Pearce
finally caught up with us.

Looks like
Mike's already in custody.

She's gonna be after us too.

I'm not ready to say
this is over yet.
Are you?

Well--
[ Exhales ]
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that Pearce is
taking Mike to a federal holding
facility downtown right now.

Now if we haul some serious ass,
we can stop 'em and try
and change their minds.

Let's go. Push it!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Sam ]
Okay, I'm starting
to have second thoughts.

Are you-- Come--
This is your idea!

I'm serious.
This car is Fi's baby.

- If we wreck it,
she's gonna be pissed.
- Sam, you got a better plan?

No.
Me neither.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Stopping an armed convoy
is a tactical nightmare.

The easily accessible cars--
the ones in the lead
and at the tail--

are the ones that don't matter.

- Which way you going?
You going right?
- Left. We're going left.

The trick is getting
into position
to target the key vehicle...

before anyone realizes
what you're doing.

Hey, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Got it.

- Sam, shut up.
- Pull up a little bit.

- Please shut up!
- There's no real safe way
to do it.

Send the lead car into
a tailspin while inserting
yourself in the convoy--

Do it!

[ Tires Screeching ]

and you can create
your own little roadblock.

[ Men Shouting ]

- [ Pearce ]
Move!
- Hands right here. Yup.

Yup, no need to shoot anybody.

Hey. Hey, look, uh,
we're not armed.

We just came here to talk.
Oh. Well, you've got
a funny way of saying hello.

Yeah. Hey, that's a good one.
Listen.

The guy that killed Max
is on Brickell Key.

His name is Tavian Khorza.
Sounds like you boys
got your stories straight.

- But it's just that. A story.
- Think we'd pull
a stunt like that for fun?

We got Homeland Security
to lock the island down
and trap the son of a bitch.

Pearce! Listen to me.
Listen to me!

We know where
this guy is right now.
We could take him down!

Just let me make
one phone call
to set up the meeting.

- You owe me that much!
- I don't owe you a damn thing!

You and your friends are done.
What about Max?

What about Max's wife?
What do you owe them?

Look at me.

This is your last chance.

We miss this guy
and he gets away,

will you be able
to forgive yourself?

I know I won't.

[ Sighs ]

Get them in the car.
He... stays with me.

[ Man ]
All right, get 'em in the car.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

I guess we're going
to Brickell Key.

- [ Pearce ] All right,
what did Tavian say?
- He wants to meet.

He's holed up in a half-finished
parking garage six blocks
from here.

How do you want
to play this,
Agent Pearce?

I have a couple options.
The F.B.I. wants to send
a negotiator,

and I got a cowboy local sheriff
ready to send SWAT
on a full-scale assault.

Tavian has
a tactical advantage
and he travels heavy.

Any direct assault
will end up as a bloodbath.

As far as he knows,
no one's onto him.

You send me in,
I'll bring him out.

What, I give you a gun,
send you off by yourself?

You are seriously overestimating
my trust in you.

You send me in unarmed.
I'll wear a mike.

You can have spotters
in the area...

and a tactical unit
on the street watching me.

Okay, you're up.

But try anything,
my teams won't just watch you.
They'll shoot you dead.

We clear?
Crystal clear.

- They got you too?
- Picked me up at the bridge.

I heard what was going on.
I asked if I could
say good-bye in case--

Hey, an hour ago
I was on my way to jail
for the rest of my life.

How much worse
is this, really?

The man is ruthless.

He killed one of his own people
to avoid capture.
You won't even have a gun.

The only way
I'm gonna get out of this...

is if I get Tavian to talk.

I can't ask anyone else
to risk their life for this.

Michael, come back to me.

Come on.

Tavian!

If you're gonna shoot me,

get it over with.

Otherwise, let's talk.

Finally.
I've been waiting for you.

It's been a busy morning.

Your man Sam said
you'd be here two hours ago.

Instead he has the police
seal the island.

He doesn't know
who he chooses for an enemy.

[ Michael On Radio ]
You chose us.

You killed our friend
and tried to pin it on me.

Yeah, and it didn't stick,
did it?

[ Tavian On Radio ]
And when I came to kill you,
you wouldn't die.

So here we are.
You need me, and I need you.

Time to make a deal.

It's too late for that.

It's not just local police
down there.

It's F.B.I., C.I.A.
They all know your name.

You think you're gonna
get outta this clean,
you're wrong.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

You son of a bitch.

You got a choice, Tavian.

You surrender peacefully,
you give us information,

I'll try to keep you
out of Guantánamo.

But one way or another,
this ends today.

Well, you're half right.

It does end... for me.

But not for you.

Tavian. Tavian.
Tavian, no!

Pearce, look.
I just wanna say--

You're free to go.

But don't even think
about leaving Miami.

And when I call, you answer.
There might be more questions.

If I had told you the truth
from the beginning,

and you hadn't heard
Tavian confess,

would you really
have believed me?

Maybe. We'll never know.

[ Madeline ]
Michael.

Mom.

Agent Pearce,
this is my mother.

Mom, this is--
That was Agent Pearce.
Well, that was rude.

What are you doing here?
I was in the neighborhood.

All right, I called,
and they told me
you were being released today.

I thought Fi
was picking me up.

Well, I want
to talk to you alone--
and you need to hear this,

and Fiona and Jesse and Sam
are not gonna tell you.

Your friends crashed
into a C.I.A. convoy for you.

Now you might want think
about that.

Look, when you first
came back to Miami,
you were alone.

God knows you hadn't talked
to me in ages.

You had no friends.
You lived by yourself.

But that isn't true anymore.

You have roots here now.

And when anything happens,
it affects all of us.

I know,
but it's over now.

Is it?
I hope so.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Covert operative...

is one of the most
stressful jobs there is.

Like soldiers, E.R. doctors
and astronauts,

spies have to schedule
extended downtime
for decompression.

Carry that stress too long,
and it's easy to start
missing details--

like a strange pair of shoes
under the crack of your door.

[ Hammer Cocks ]
Welcome home, kid.

Oh! No gun, huh?

[ Laughs ]
And I thought Boy Scouts
were always prepared.

Larry, I thought
you were extradited
to an Albanian prison.

Oh, I was,
but I guess I'm just not done
haunting you yet.

How'd you get out?
The usual. Money.

All my money, actually.
I'm down to the felt.

But there's a prison warden
in Elbasan...

who's six feet lower than that,
so here I am.

Don't bother.
The crate's empty.
I already got your backup gun.

I'll take your phone now.

- Why are you here, Larry?
- I got myself a freelance gig.

You're gonna help me break into
the British consulate right now.

That sounds like a fun way
to earn yourself a trip...

to a much more secure
penitentiary.

Same old Michael.
Always such a pessimist.

I've got this
all worked out.

See, Michael,
I brought along some help.

I brought along
a very useful, uh--

Uh, kidnap guy? Kidnap vic--
Kidnapee.

- [ Trunk Opens ]
- Say hello to Anson.

[ Muffled ]

Let's talk inside, shall we?

Get him out.

[ Laughing ]

Oh, I see you finally
got a woman's touch
in here.

Or is it Fiona?

[ Michael ]
800 thread count sheets
have their perks.

Flowers, I could take 'em
or leave 'em.

So, Larry, how is this guy
gonna help us break into
the British consulate?

Go ahead, Anson.
Explain why I cut
your vacation short.

I'm a clinical psychiatrist
working for the D.I.A.

He is a government approved
headshrink for spies.

He doles out meds
and happy talk...

for broken toys like you.

The point is,
he has high-level clearance
across the board.

One of my patients
is an American
working for the British.

My boss'll give us
the access codes if I say
I'm worried there's been a leak.

Come on, Larry.
We need more than access codes.

What about building security?
What about--

Don't ask me.
Ask him. He's the expert.

[ Anson ]
Please, this can work.
It has to.

[ Whispering ]
He has my wife.

Ohh.

- See for yourself, kid.
- [ Beeping ]

You see Claire's necklace?

[ Muffled ]

That is my insurance
policy.

You are gonna do
what I say today.

And I say let's go!

Yeah. It's kind of
intimidating, huh?

But we do this right,
we go in there like
a hot knife through butter.

[ Chuckles ]
Hey, and you know
how I like a hot knife.

3-5-5-6--
[ Fingers Snapping ]

2-9-5-1.
Thank you.

That's the front door,
that's the computer log-in
and that's the vault.

Please, just let Claire go.
Patience, pal.
Patience.

- If these are right,
if they work--
- I think we have a problem.

- Excuse me!
- I don't know what game
you think you're playing here,

- but believe me,
Larry plays for keeps.
- What? I'm not playing a game.

Are you sure?
Because when I worked
for the British,

their access codes
were 13 digits.

These are only 12.
Are you trying
to pull something?

I'm telling the truth,
I swear.

Kid, seriously.
What are you doing here?

Check the access codes online
with your phone. If it's right,

you'll be able to log on
to the basic site remotely.

[ Beeping ]

Cut your way
through the backseat.

No cops.
Go to the Crest Hotel.
Ask for Sam Axe.

Well, well, well.

The codes work.
Now who's gettin' cute?

I'm not the one getting cute.
I was burned for a while.

Maybe they changed the codes.
I just don't wanna die
today, Lar.

Okay. Okay, you--
In the trunk.

We'll be back in an hour.

Hey. Understand something,
Michael.

You know,
I've let you skate a few times
just because of old times' sake,

and I always
looked upon you
like a son.

That ended
when you sent me to prison.

Now you don't wanna
get shot in the neck,
you do what I say.

And then
you cross your fingers...

because Daddy
is in one of those moods.

[ Michael ] You wanna tell me
why we're breaking into
the British consulate?

Are we doing a spec job?

Are we stealing
something specific?
Stop saying "we."

There's me, the guy
with the gun,

and there's you,
the guy that does whatever
the hell I tell him to do.

This is not
some soapbox derby.

Okay, but these
biohazard symbols
on these boxes...

are making me
a little nervous.
That's fascinating, Michael.

Feel free to keep me posted
on your feelings.

There are some things you're not
gonna get me to do, Larry,
gun or no.

Okay, fine.
It's just a cover I.D.

I'm the boss.
You're my slow-witted
underling.

Oh, and by the way,
lose that jacket.

It's just
a little too fancy.

Okay. What's the job?
Where do we work?

The second floor
of that building...

is a C.D.C. satellite office
where Larry Barishel...

was recently hired
to test lab samples.

Brits are one floor up.

If Anson gave us
the access codes,
why break in through the floor?

[ Sighs ]
Because if we open
the front door of the consulate,

building security
gets a heads-up.

So we're not opening
the front door
of the consulate.

What about--
Oh, Jesus.
You know what?

Kid, you're really starting
to piss the boss off.

And getting fired
around here
is the real bitch.

Hey, how's it goin', guys?

Got a couple of samples
to run here.

[ Metal Detector Beeping ]
Well! Quiet Sunday, huh?

You broke our streak.
Yeah.

Those are
good-lookin' boys.

Yeah, they take after
their dad--
whoever he is.

Ho, ho! Nice.

All right.
Have a good one.

Sorry. I need your I.D.
too, sir.

Huh?
Oh, no.

He's with me.
Chris is with me.

It's not okay though,
'cause we gotta
check the I.D.'s before--

But I don't get
my I.D. till Thursday...

'cause I didn't fill out
the paperwork right
or something.

Yeah. This is what
they stick me with.

Uh, it's... okay.

Just sign here,
and stop by on your way
back to sign out.

Right there.
Okay.

[ Larry ]
That's good.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

There we go.

Nice. Slow-witted suits you.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

What up, Eduardo?

Sorry to make you come down,
Mr. Axe.

I know noon to 3:30
is Sam's siesta time.

No, no, that's okay, buddy.
That's all right.

Who's this guy
who wants to see me?

Are you Sam Axe?
Most of the time.

My name's Anson Fullerton. My--

[ Woman Laughing ]

My wife has been taken.
This lunatic strapped a bomb
to her neck,

and then Mike-- Michael Westen?

He said that you might be able--
that you would help.

Okay, slow down.
One thing at a time.

Where's Mike now?
He's with this guy,
uh, Larry.

They went downtown.
Stop talking.

Give me a second.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Fi. It's Sam.
Hey, we got a problem.

Larry's back.

[ Beeps ]
[ Lock Clicks ]

And who said
I'd never get a day job?

Okay, open your box.

Inside you'll find
all the tools you need...

to hack your way
up into that vent.

One flight up.
Runs past a hallway...

connected
to the consulate lobby,

and that's where
you'll be making us
a doorway.

All right?
Set yourself up.

Let me remind you
of something, Michael.

In two hours, Anson's gonna
have himself a liquid bride...
if this doesn't go well.

You got that?

Got it. Let's do this.

I like that attitude.
[ Chuckles ]

Now before we do
any of the heavy lifting,

I am gonna buy us
a little privacy.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

Follow my lead.

[ Beeping Continues ]
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Man ]
Hey, guys, is everything
okay up there?

Some kind of warning light
just came on.

There's just a little problem
with the container tank.
It's not Ebola.

- Here's what we need to do.
- We call the police.

Tim, do you have the sheet
with the C.D.C.
instructions?

It is not Ebola.
It is just a class 2 spill.

The building
is empty, right?

Yeah. You're the only visitors.
What do you mean, "class 2"?

Oh, damn it, damn it.

Look, we just can't
have people coming in
and out of here.

You need to lock
all the exits.
No phone calls.

And that is the emergency
response protocol
that we will follow...

until hazmat gets here,
if it comes to that.

You're gonna be hearing
a lot of noises,
a lot of banging.

That's us looking
for that leak. That's normal.

The most important thing
is for you guys
to just keep your distance.

Okay? Let's go, let's go.
Lock it up.

[ Clapping ]
Come on, lock it up!

[ Beeping Continues ]

Oh, there's no way
anybody's gonna
crash our party now.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Sam ]
Jesse, I need you
to get Maddy out of town.

- Larry's back.
- [ Jesse ]
Larry? How the hell--

- What's Larry doing
back in town?
- I don't know much,

but Maddy knows the drill.

The minute you say,
"It's a Disney World
kind of day,"

she'll grab the shotgun
and go.

Keep her mind off it, will ya?
Oh, she loves the teacups.

- Do you think Larry's gonna--
- Just breathe. Stay calm.

How am I supposed
to stay calm?
My wife is--

Your wife is gonna be fine.
She's the only thing...

keeping Michael Westen
from snapping Larry's neck
and he knows it.

So just calm down.
Everything's gonna be--

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Oh, my God.

Sam, I got here
two minutes ago
and it was too late.

- Where's my wife?
Where's Claire?
- I'm sorry.

No. You can't--
You said he wouldn't kill her!

Anson, don't.
Claire!

- Claire!
- Anson. Anson, you can't
go over there.

[ Voice Breaking ]
That's my wife.
I'm sorry.

[ Whimpers ]
No!

No!

I don't get it.

I mean, Larry's a monster,
but that woman
was his only leverage.

Why kill her?
It doesn't make any sense.

Anson, I know it's hard
to focus right now,

but the man
who killed your wife,

he's gonna be out of the country
in a matter of hours
if you don't help us.

How? What can I do?

You need to tell us
everything you know
about what Larry is doing.

Where did he take Michael?

I gave him the, uh, codes
for the British consulate.

The access codes.

Sam?

Look, I don't want
to leave you here like this,

but Sam and I have--
No.

If you're going after the son
of a bitch that killed Claire,
I'm coming with you.

I want to see him go down.
I want to see him dead.

Let's go.

Any idea what they feed you
in an Albanian prison?

I don't know. Yogurt?
I have no idea.

I ate it every day
for eight months.

I still couldn't tell you
what it was.

You fishing
for an apology, Larry?

Gonna let me go
if I say I'm sorry...

I didn't roll over
and let you ruin my life?

Nah, I don't suppose so.
Well, then let's do this.

Fine! Up you go.

I need a shield
for the sparks.

Cardboard should do it.
I'll check the copy room.

Oh, and go
call your friends?
No, I don't think so.

Get your ass up there
and start cutting.

You'll be fine.

If anyone's used
to getting a little burned,
it's you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Level 3 contagion facilities
are designed...

with massive exhaust systems
to quickly remove
harmful gases...

in case of an emergency.

They're just about the only type
of ventilation shaft...

a full-grown man can fit into,

so they can double
as a vertical passageway
to the next floor up.

But you have to make
your own exit.

[ Loud Banging ]

Ma'am, I told you,
I don't care what kind
of purse you left up there--

It's a Fendi, and it has
a very nice reward in it...

for the handsome guard
who saves my life
by letting me go grab it.

No one's allowed in today,
period.

Believe me,
I'm doing you a favor.
But it--

Larry spooked those guards
somehow. The place
is locked down tight.

Can't you warn the guards?
Won't they help?

If we send a couple
of rent-a-cops up there--

Hell, even if we send
a slew of real cops
up there--

this is gonna get bloody.
So that's it?

He gets away with it?
He's not getting away
with anything.

We just have to find
another way into the building.

My feeling exactly, Fi.
Look. Check this out.
See that?

It's a freight access,
but it goes right inside
the building,

and under the circumstances,
maybe we should just
blast our way in.

Well, Sam, you're finally
speaking my language.

[ Banging Continues ]

[ Drill Whirring ]

[ Anson ]
What is that?
It's a block of C-4.

- You should stand back.
- Anson, listen.

You're gonna stay here, okay?
This is gonna happen fast.

When that door gets opened,
we only got one shot to get
up there and surprise him.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Michael, are you okay?

[ Larry ]
Oh, Michael is just fine.

At least for the moment.

[ Beeps ]

What are you after, Larry?

You know, you are probably not
the first person...

I would tell that to,
so why don't you do me a favor,

and hold all your questions
till forever?

I have something
I want to explain.

I think you know by now,
I never wanted to kill Michael.

Touch him, you are dead.

That is pretty tough talk
coming from a tiny
little psychopath...

in what are those,
capri pants?

Where the hell is he?

[ Laughs ]
Hello.

Hi, Sam. Oh, look at you.

I see Jenny Craig
has done her magic.

Thinner, but not smarter.

I--
Larry, you got two choices--

Whatever you're after
or your freedom.

You let Michael out of there,

you can watch us drive away.

You live to fight another day.
If you don't--

Shut up, you gasbag!

This is not a conversation.

This is me telling you...

that if you try anything,
I will see you coming,

and I will kill him.

Believe that.

[ Beeps ]

You know what? He's bluffing.

Larry may be
a murderous ghoul,

but he's always had
a soft spot for Mike.

No. He said,
"I never wanted
to kill Michael."

He's talking about something
that hasn't happened
as if it were in the past.

That's never a good sign
coming from a sociopath.

What are you saying?

That no matter what we do
he's gonna--

I'm so sorry.

Oh, you gotta love the Brits.

About as good at decorating
a consulate as they are at
holding on to their colonies.

Let's just do the job.
A funny thing happened
while you were up in that vent.

Our buddy Anson showed up
out front with Fi and Sam.

[ Grunts, Groans ]

- [ Hammer Cocks ]
- I warned you.

I told you not to test me,

and now you are gonna do
what I brought you here to do.

And what's that, Larry?

You're gonna plant a report
in a diplomatic pouch.

A few nice people
are gonna rot in prison.

A few million dollars
lands in my bank account.

[ Groans ]

[ Chuckling ]

[ Groans ]
You know,

if you want
to earn some money,

I can do it
without you hurting
innocent people.

Stop the act, man.
Stop it.

I know your holier-than-thou
Boy Scout routine by heart.

And you know what else I know?
I know something
that nobody else knows.

You deserved to be burned.

Oh-- Have we forgotten
about Chechnya?

[ Breathing Heavily ]

I didn't do anything
in Chechnya.

Oh. Oh, is that
what you tell yourself?

You stood there.

You watched it happen.

You let me kill those people.

And then you helped me
cover it up.

Because that was the job!

Yeah! I did!
I'm just like you, Larry!

Is that what you want?

[ Sighs ]

You know what I want, Michael?

I want you to choose.

You're either a civilian,
or you're an operator.

And until you choose,

you're just pathetic.

Now clean yourself up.
We got work to do.

[ Door Opens ]

Watch where
you're bleedin', kid.

I'm gonna wipe the security
cam so they won't know
who came through the wall,

but it won't do any good
if you smear your DNA
all over their furniture.

Here.

Where are we planting this?

There's that "we" again.

All right, the outgoing
diplomatic pouch...

is in the vault
right over there,

and access
is remotely controlled
from this office right here.

Clever. It makes a break-in
a two-man job.

So you go into the vault--

Oh, and wouldn't you love
the chance to have me trapped
in an airtight cage?

No. You' going in.

Then you'll never know
for sure whether
I planted the file.

You see these frown lines
on my face?

- See, I was not, in fact--
- [ Lock Beeping ]

- born yesterday.
- [ Lock Clicks ]

Come on.
I wanna show you something.

I will be watching you
the whole way.

Now you go in there.
You put the documents
in the diplomatic pouch.

You log it
into the computer.

You wait until
I buzz you into the vault.

Then you switch
the pouches,
and we go home.

Got it?
I got it.

Let's do this, huh?
Oh, and Michael--

Stay outta trouble.

We do remember
what happens when
you test me, right?

How could I forget?

[ Typing ]

[ Beeping ]
[ Chirps ]

Bingo.

[ Beeps ]
Okay.

Bye-bye.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Before cell phones
were invented,

it was much harder
to call out of an office...

without everyone else
in the building seeing
that you were on the line.

Diplomatic spies in the '80s
devised an easy solution
to the problem.

- A corded handset wired
to a fax machine--
- [ Phone Beeping ]

gives you the freedom
to make calls...

[ Line Ringing ]
without showing
a line in use.

If you can find a way to hide
from the security cameras,

you can call out
without anyone knowing
what you're doing.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
[ Fiona ] I am saying
we storm the building,

we take out the guards
with rubber bullets,

and we go after Larry
with the real ones.

- Fiona--
- You are talking about
an armed assault...

of a friendly government
consulate, Fi!

- The British are far
from friendly.
- I think that--

If you don't succeed
in getting Mike killed,

the three of us
are gonna wind up in prison
for the rest of our lives.

- Fiona, I think
your phone is ringing.
- [ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]
Hello?

Fi, Larry knows
you're outside.

You gotta forget
about the consulate
and pull back.

If you can get
to Anson's wife,

- get her out of that
bomb collar.
- Michael, she's dead.

What? No.
No, no, no, no.
Why would Larry--

Whatever Larry has planned
for you this time,
it is not good.

- Can you run?
- No. He's got eyes
all over this place.

We found that out the hard way.
What do you want us to do?

[ Sighs ]
I don't know what you can do.

He'll see any move coming.
The windows are bulletproof.

Think I'm just gonna have to
plant this file in the vault
like he wants...

and try to undo the damage
if I survive.

Okay. Okay, great.

Stay in the vault.
Keep your head down.
Fi, what are you talking about?

Good. And I'll handle
everything else.

Fi, whatever you're planning,
you have to walk away.

[ Line Clicks, Dial Tone ]
You can't-- Fi!

Whoo. Michael
found us a way in.

- It's on the east side
of the building.
- Okay. Now we're in business.

We're gonna need
the Jaws of Life
to cut through the wall.

There's one on the fire station
in Brickell.

You two go get that,
and I'll keep watch here.

Fi, how's that supposed
to go down, exactly?

Look, there's no time
to explain, okay?
Just go do it!

- Okay, okay.
- Everything'll be fine.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Uncut RDX-- sometimes known
as T4 or cyclonite--

is the most powerful
military-grade high explosive
there is.

It's an incredibly stable solid
that can withstand
small-arms fire,

but when detonated expands
faster than a plasticized
formulation like C-4.

Simply put,
T4 is the good stuff--

a lethal explosive
that creates a wall
of fire and shrapnel...

that will decimate
everything and everyone
in its path.

[ Beeping ]

[ Imitating Gunfire ]
Bye-bye.
[ Typing ]

Okay, kid, it's like
we were never here.

Now let's make this snappy.

[ Lock Clicks ]

All right, swap out your file
for the one in Box 3-7-8-Baker.

[ Gunshot ]

What have we here?

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

You're gonna have
to walk out of there
eventually.

I have always admired you,
Fiona.

I mean, with Michael's smarts
and your stomach for violence--

I mean, hell, the two of you
could almost be me.

Oh!

Wow. Now what part
didn't you hear, dear?

This is bulletproof.

[ Laughs ]
Go get a .50-cal.
Then maybe you got a shot.

Now listen.
I wanna do you a favor, Fiona.

Go home. Now. Seriously.

You're not gonna wanna see
the way this ends.

Oh, you're wrong, Larry.

I've always wanted to see
how this ends.

[ Beeps ]

[ Exhales ]

What the hell? Michael--
Oh, God!

[ Alarm Bell Ringing ]
[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Coughing ]

Oh, Michael.

Oh, thank God.

Fi, why did you plant the bomb
in the lobby?

I didn't.

I made one targeted explosive,
just enough for Larry.

Somebody else must've--

The security guards--

They're dead.

[ Sirens Approaching ]

Come on.

Fi!

[ Whistling ]

I don't understand
why Larry had bombs
in that lobby.

Or how my detonator
could have set them off.

Sam and Jesse
are looking into it.

- They're trying
to make sense of this.
- Make sense of it?

Two innocent people
are dead.

You couldn't have known
what was going to happen, Fi.

Yeah, but I knew
how dangerous it could be.

That's why I lied to Sam.

When he found out
what happened,
the look on his face--

No one's blaming you for this.

Well, they should.
It was my finger
on that button.

I killed those men.

[ Key Turns ]
[ Lock Clicks ]

And... cut.
[ Beeps ]

That was really,
really great, you two.

The tears,
the "I killed those men."

- Really, really lovely.
- How the hell'd
you get in here?

I borrowed this
from Fiona's purse
while she was consoling me.

Dropped a bug in there too,
while I was at it.

You might want
to get rid of that.
I got what I need.

- What the hell is this?
- I like to call it leverage.

I hold your girlfriend's fate
in my hands.

Here's the deal.

The tape--
It's just icing.

I have you blowing up
that building
six ways from Sunday,

and if you lay a hand on me,
there's a guy...

who sends a mountain of evidence
to the C.I.A. and MI6.

I've gone to a lot of trouble
to hold all the cards today,

and... that's where we are.

You were behind it all.
Behind Larry.

Behind the consulate.

- Your wife?
- Larry didn't kill his wife.

You don't think I'd actually
blow up my wife?

Do you?
[ Chuckles ]

Who was she?
What kind of a question is that?
I don't know.

I think her name
was "some lady."

Hard part was pulling strings
to get Larry out of prison.

Couldn't let him know
who I was because I had
to lead him here,

and to, well, me.

But Larry was worth it though.
[ Chuckles ]

Worth it.
I saw his file.

That creepy father-son thing
you two had...

was just what
the doctor ordered.

You took
quite a big risk, Anson.
He could have killed you.

You still don't get it,
do you? I hired him.

I hired Larry.

He didn't know it,
but I've been pulling
the strings all along.

No. There's no way
you could have known
what would happen back there.

I couldn't? Honey, I really am
a very good psychiatrist,
but I wouldn't need to be...

to know that nobody
brings out the mad bomber
in you like Larry.

And a British flag
sure wasn't gonna stop you
from killing him.

I just added
a couple of bombs
to the equation.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the last one of 'em.

I'm the man
who didn't want to be found,

the one you missed in Caracas.

After all these years?

That's it?
[ Max ]
Hey. Hey.

[ Shouts ]
That's it?

I'm the one who sent Tavian
to frame you for killing Max...

when you wouldn't leave
well enough alone.

Stay with me, Max. Max.

[ Gunshots ]

And I'm the one
who watched you...

tear down every last shred
of the organization
that burned you.

The organization
I spent half my life building.

What do you want from us?

For starters,
I want you to let go of me.

Right now.

That's better.

Next order of business,
in your meeting tomorrow
with Agent Pearce,

I expect you
to keep your mouth shut.

After that we'll talk
about all the other things
I want from you.

It's a long list.

Yogurt parfait.
Nice choice.

Max's murder
is officially closed.

I'm supposed to tell you that
your standing with the Agency
won't be affected.

And what exactly
is my standing
with the Agency?

You have fans
and you have detractors.

Let me guess
which side you're on.

[ Sighs ]

I do finally get
to make the call to Max's wife,

give that poor woman
some closure.

I guess I have you
to thank for that.

When you call her,
you tell her
I was with him at the end.

He said he loved her.
You tell her that.

You're a damn good agent,
Pearce.

Maybe I shouldn't say this,
but I hope our paths
cross again.

[ Scoffs ]
What?

Michael, Langley
wants to keep using
a burned spy.

How many people you think
they're gonna loop in
on something like that?

You're still gonna be
my Agency contact.

Whether either of us
likes it or not.

One quick thing
before you go.

I don't know if you've noticed,
but Miami has turned
into a bit of a hot spot.

Yeah, I heard about this.
Are we on this?

No. Feds are running point.

But keep an ear out, okay?
Sure thing.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For a spy, finding out
you've been compromised--

that someone
has something on you--

is the ultimate nightmare.

The worst part for someone
who has spent a career
training for every situation...

is knowing that there is nothing
that you can do--

** [ Whistling ]
but grit your teeth
and try to figure out...

exactly how bad
the nightmare is going to be.

I watched you keep it
short and sweet
with Agent Pearce today.

I appreciate that.
I need to know
that I can trust you.

To do what?
You know everything about us.
We don't know a thing about you.

It's true.

Once upon a time, I was just
a young psychiatrist
working for the D.I.A.

It was my job
to evaluate the ones
who were being reassigned,

who were retiring,

the ones who had been burned.

I hated to see that talent
go to waste.

You were there
in the beginning?

It was just
me and management,
two guys with a dream.

It was a dazzling idea,
like a bolt from the blue.

Use burned spies
to carry out ops...

that legitimate
intelligence agencies
wouldn't touch.

And then came Michael Westen.
I should have followed my gut.

Initially, I opposed
your recruitment.
What changed your mind?

Something your mother said
in one of our sessions.

Although,
as it turns out,

you were less easy
to manipulate than
she'd led me to believe.

- My mother? What?
- I did my homework.

I had to know what makes
Michael Westen tick.

So about five years ago,
I arranged to substitute
for Madeline's therapist.

She didn't know
who she was talking to.
You son of a bitch.

That's an interesting
turn of phrase.

Funny how that was
on the tip of your tongue.

It's your father
you should be upset with.

Things that man gave us
before he passed away--

What do you want from us?

Look at your boyfriend,
honey.

He can barely hear
a word I'm saying.

Well, that's all the time
we have for today.

Pick this up again
in the morning.

Enjoy the sunset.
Be getting dark soon.