All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S06E05.1080p.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 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.

and a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

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

I'm gonna get you out.

We got a lead.

If I get Anson,
would that be enough
to get Fiona out of jail?

It's a start.

- I can be done with you now.
- Maybe you should go ahead
and pull that trigger.

You can just add me to that list
of bodies you've been dropping--
Shut up! I said shut up!

I work for Anson
because if I don't,
my brother dies.

Rebecca, listen to me.
You hate Anson.

You hate him
at least as much as we do.
I saw it in your eyes.

Help us take Anson down.

- We'll keep your brother safe.
- Sorry, Sam. It's too late.

I know what it's like to save
someone close to you by selling
your soul a piece at a time.

But there's only one way
to finish this for good.

We have to
take him down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong.
There's nothing I won't do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In many ways, being a spy
is just like any other job.

You get a paycheck,
go to meetings,
return phone calls.

And if your supervisor
invites you to a fancy lunch
without telling you why,

it's either very good news
or very bad.

You're 30 seconds late.

My training officer
would have booted you
out of the Agency for that.

Tell you what.
I'll make it up to you.

Drinks are on me.

- Why don't you tell me
why I'm here?
- Wow.

I forgot how much fun you are.

There is news on your whole
"get Fiona out of jail" project.

Why do I get the feeling
there's a "but"
at the end of this?

There always is, isn't there?
The C.I.A. would like her
to prove...

that she is a friend
of the Agency before they're
willing to talk terms of a deal.

- "A friend of the Agency."
- Relax, Michael.

They just want
her arms supplier.

That wasn't
what we talked about, Card.

Well, the consensus was
that your panties would be
in a bunch over this.

That's why I'm here to see you
personally. That's why I'm
buying you $18 drinks.

And it's why
I can tell you this.

I can still
make this happen.

But I need you
and her to play ball.

And I need you
to help convince her.

- Do I have a choice?
- Not really.

Not if you ever want to see your
girlfriend again without a pane
of glass between the two of you.

Well, I guess then,
I'm in.

Sam, there are chairs inside,
you know, where it's not
100 degrees.

Yeah, I'm giving Rebecca some
space. I'm kinda terrified
of that look in her eyes...

when things
aren't going her way.

Still haven't found
her brother?

Yeah, I'm all
buddied out, Mike.

I mean, F.B.I.,
N.S.A., Interpol.

The whereabouts
of Mr. Trent Lang
are a mystery to us all.

Is she still keeping everything
close to the vest?
Yeah.

She won't say anything about
where he disappeared from
or what spooked him,

so for all I know, the guy
wandered into the wrong section
of Bed Bath & Beyond.

- All right,
I'll go talk to her.
- Good luck with that, brother.

Rebecca, we need to talk
about your brother.

You can't find him, can you?

I seem to remember
sparing your life
so you could.

You haven't given us
much to go on.

I already told Sam
I'm not letting you gamble
with my brother's life.

This thing with Trent
is delicate.

And I'm telling you
that I specialize
in delicate situations.

Try me.

[ Sighs ]
Fine.

Let's just say there are
some very dangerous people
after Trent.

Anson found out
where Trent is hiding.

And he said that if I don't do
his bidding, he'll tell
these people where Trent is.

Finding your brother
might not be
the only answer.

These very dangerous people
might be a good start.

I'm asking you to trust me.

How can I do that?

How do I know
you'll keep your promise?

Until he met me,
Anson Fullerton was running
an international conspiracy...

with hundreds of operatives
and billions of dollars.

And then I swore to take
him down. Now he's off hiding
in some spider hole...

under an assumed name,
and you're all he has left.

So you go ask him
if I keep my promises.

Last time I saw my brother
was in that club.

He liked to dance? He tended
bar? I need a little more here.

Trent was hired to do payroll.

A few months in, he figured out
it was just a front
for a criminal syndicate.

[ Michael ]
He tipped off the cops
and slipped town.

Yeah. The police
busted the boss
for racketeering.

That's Wes Foster.
It was his dad
who went to prison.

So Wes took over
the family business.

And he's picked up a new hobby,
which is hunting my brother.

He's been offering rewards,
bribing cops.

Son of a bitch is obsessed.

Well, you've seen him.
Still not hearing
any brilliant solutions.

One step at a time.
First I need to figure out
a way in.

Good luck. Wes's organization
is huge, but since the bust,
it's family only.

There's always a way in.

You just have to know
your target.

Are you sure you're sure, Mike?

- I mean, Rebecca--
- She needs our help.

Her brother didn't do
anything wrong.
We're doing this.

I don't know,
Mike. You got...

three states'
worth of gang
members here.

I mean, you
can't get 'em
all busted.

Maybe the old
torch-and-pitchfork routine
would work, huh?

You know?
Round up some villagers.
[ Chuckles ]

Just brainstorming.

Forget the whole gang.
This comes down to Wes.

If we convince him
it was someone else
who got his father busted,

Rebecca's brother
is off the hook.

I just need an approach.
Okay, well,
check this out.

Wes's dad, Hank,
died in prison...

six months ago
of a heart attack.

But his old cellie--
He's in a work release program
in Tallahassee.

[ Michael ]
He'd be a walking encyclopedia
on Wes's dad.

We get some background info--

I could approach Wes
as Hank's prison buddy.

You're fine making the trip
up to Tallahassee?

- You'll have backup.
- [ Sighs ]

You haven't lived till you've
spent a midsummer road trip
with Nate Westen.

Me and Nate versus
the ex-con? Seriously?

Time is tight. I need to stay
here and make the approach
as soon as we've got some info.

Hey, if you want,
you can babysit Rebecca.

I'll go with Nate.
No. No. No.

Thank you.
Bring on the ex-con.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Unlike criminals,
spies are trained...

to work with their captors
to negotiate their own release.

In most cases,
it simply requires
staying calm, relaxed...

and being as helpful
as possible.

Of course it's a lot more
difficult when the person
standing across from you...

is someone you hate.

I realize that working with us
is more akin
to a shotgun wedding...

than a romantic courtship,
but you have done it before.

Well, that was for Michael,
not you.

I get it. You're not joining
my fan club anytime soon.

It's sad, but I've come
to terms with it. Listen to me
carefully, please.

The deal that Michael Westen's
been offered...

has a solid shot
to get you out of here.

I'm just trying to help.
Last time you helped me,

you pulled Michael
out of Ireland
without so much as a good-bye.

I'll tell you what.
Why don't we go ahead
and focus on the present, okay?

Peruse that.

You want my help bringing down
Greyson Miller.

Putting him out of business
would make certain
Middle Eastern allies happy,

which would make
the Agency happy,

which could make you very happy.

It's just a great big...

circle of bliss.

Do you love it?

What does Michael say
about all this?

I'll be honest
with you.

At first he
wasn't thrilled with
this proposition,

but he realizes
that this deal
is your ticket home.

And that's
where he wants you-- home.

Fine.
I'll do it.

I need to make arrangements
to reach Greyson.

Let's get into it then.

I need you to call
Michael's mother...

and tell her
to bring the
picture frame...

that I gave her
last year.

A photo frame.

I don't want to know, do I?

Got it.

Next time we drive
500 miles to interrogate...

some dead guy's ex-cellmate,
we're taking my car.

I mean, these seats are as hard
as a park bench.

This is a high-performance
machine, Nate, okay?

Could your car have got us here
in less than six hours?
[ Chuckles ] I don't think so.

At least I wouldn't
have to listen
to five hours of Queen.

Now you're gonna dog
my playlist.
It's shrilly.

If by "shrilly,"
you mean angelic,
then I agree with you.

Wait a minute.
Look who's here.

Here we go.

[ Jesse ]
Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Whatever you're selling,
I don't want any.

You Butch McCall?
How you doing?
Ben Wexler.

This is my associate, Sam Baum.

We're with
the National Institute
of Prisoner Psychology.

We're going around conducting
interviews with former inmates.

- We just need about--
- Not interested.
Now get lost.

Now, Mr. McCall, you should know
that anyone who participates
in the study will receive--

$500, sir.
$500.

- And that's
in your pocket, cash.
- $500.

So now all you got to do
is answer some questions
about your old cellmate.

I believe his name
is Hank Foster.

You have me confused
with somebody
who gives a damn!

Now get lost.

Hey!

- [ Electric Crackling ]
- [ Jesse ] Oh, boy!

Oh!

[ Grunts ]

[ Crackling ]
[ Groans ]

[ Crackling ]
[ Groaning ]

Okay, no, that's good.
Okay, that's--

Someone just got
their first lesson
in cattle prod safety.

Two hands, dude.
Two hands.

Two hands.

[ Coughing ]

How you feeling, Butch?
[ Sighs ]

Still tingles
a little bit, right?

Who the hell are you people?

That's a good question.
Um, I guess technically
we are researchers, right?

We're just not from the national
institute of whatever the hell
I said. That was a lie.

We just have a few questions
about your old cellmate.

Anyone who been in the joint
know you don't snitch
about anything to anyone.

Right, right. What happens
in Union Correctional
stays in Union Correctional.

Look, man,
we're not the cops.

We just want to know a little
more about Hank, okay?
His likes, his dislikes,

his habits, his thoughts
on global warming.

Yeah, and what if I decide
to tell you to kiss my ass?
Then what?

Just remember, you're
protecting a dead guy.
I mean, is it really worth it?

[ Sighs ]

You still offering the 500?

Well, that depends
on how helpful
you're feeling.

He said the prison gangs
left him alone after that.

So, Hank's cell was at this end.

He used to play backgammon with
the dudes from his cellblock
at these tables right here.

The laundry room was over here
at this end.

That's where Hank
had his heart attack.

Great.
Anything else?

Um, nope.

I think that pretty much brings
Skype story time to an end.

You should pack up
and get out of there
as fast as you can.

Will do. Hey, Mike.

He said Hank was one tough
bastard, so I doubt his son's
gonna be a pushover.

- You sure you got enough info
to sell your cover?
- I'll make it work.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Selling a cover
as a former convict...

is about the little things,

the habits you learn in prison.

Things like wearing
shoes without laces,

refusing to make
direct eye contact...

and asking permission
before doing even
the most basic task.

[ All Laughing ]

I'm sorry. I don't-- I--

I was hoping to speak
with Mr. Foster,
if that's okay.

I don't mean to intrude.
It's a little late for that.

The name's Freddie Kupfer.

I was in your dad's
backgammon club,
you know, upstate.

I was hoping that we could
privately conversate.

We're already conversing
privately.

You just haven't
said anything yet.
Fair enough.

Your dad wanted me to give you
a message when I got out.
It's about how he got pinched.

Oh, damn it, Wes.
Don't let this guy
ruin our meal.

What, you running
some sort of scam,
looking for a handout?

No scam, nope.

Although Hank did say
that you might be able
to slide me some start-up cash,

like you did
for your Uncle David
when he got out.

Was that supposed to be
on the D.L.? Sorry.

Why don't you tell me
what my dad said,

and I'll decide
what it's worth.

Your dad said,
"Wes needs to know
he's chasing the wrong guy.

It wasn't Trent
that dropped the dime."

[ Michael Narrating ]
When making an approach,
solid intelligence...

is often
just a starting point.

Scam or not,
it sure sounds
like a fairy tale.

Gauging the different reactions
of your target
and those around him...

can help you
fill in the blanks.

While you may already know
how a man feels about his dad--

Seriously?
You're-- You're kicking me out?

Hank said that you two
were tight. Hank said
that you were just like him.

keeping your eyes open
can also tell you
about how that man's wife...

really felt about her
father-in-law.

I'll tell you
another thing he said.

He said his champ
would be all over this,

though he didn't think the wife
would let you off the leash.

[ Man ]
Come on. Let's go.

Rob.

Hold on a second.

Are you serious, Wes?
Get rid of this loser.

Let me handle it.

- You should watch your mouth.
- These were Hank's words,
not mine. I apologize.

- Speak fast.
- All right. There was this
ex-D.A., paper pusher,

doing time with us.

Some of the other guys would
work him over pretty good.

He let slip
that the cops had
a secret informant on you,

someone you didn't
even know about.

That's all you got?
Sorry. That's not enough.

Wait, wait.
That's all I got?
Who said that's all I got?

He also said there was a file.
A file in some warehouse
in Overtown, I think,

that should
tell you who the snitch is.

And how do I get
to see this file?

You could ask nicely.
But I could also
offer my services...

as a procurement specialist.

A thief.
Yeah. I got it. Thanks.

Fine.
You got a job.

You earn your keep,
the pay is pretty good.

But if you're playing some game,
I will bury your ass alive.

I'll tell you what.
If I don't come through,

I'll grab a shovel
and help you dig.

Okay, how many of these
have I had?

'Cause it sounded like you just
promised Wes you're gonna bust
into a police storage facility,

and I know you're not
brain damaged.

I had to offer
him something.

Wes needs proof,
and he's not gonna believe me
unless he has to work for it.

Anson kills my brother
if this isn't done delicately.

- Getting arrested
is not an option.
- Nobody's getting arrested.

I just need you two to plant
a file for Wes and me to find.

And I will handle
this delicately.

Okay, Mike, I can backdate
some C.I.A. payment invoices...

and fudge some
operation status reports.

- Who we settin' up?
- Just say
"unnamed informant."

And point everything
away from Trent.

Let Wes spend the rest of his
life tearing his team apart...

trying to figure out
who betrayed him.

There you have it.
Go, team.

Why don't you just promise
him a walk on the moon
while you're at it?

If that will prevent them
from hunting your brother,
it's on the table.

Don't get him started.
I don't have any buddies
at NASA.

This place is amazing.
Bro, wow! I mean--

It reminds me of that movie
where the ex-con gets mistook
for a rich guy,

and there's a cowboy hat,
and there's a monkey that--

- Oh, actually, I think
that was a TV show.
- I didn't see it.

It means you're doing good
for yourself.

- What can I say?
My wife has good taste.
- Hmm.

Seriously, you couldn't have
met up at the nightclub?

Cut him some slack.
He's a guest.

[ Metal Clangs ]

Sorry.
That-- That just--

Well, tell your "guest"
not to touch anything else.

I have a friend who can fix
this. He owns a machine shop.
Don't worry about it.

It's better if you
stay out of her way for now.
Come on.

I didn't put all this up
overnight. This is years
of blood and sweat.

You saying this
is all for nothing?
It's the cops.

It's how they do it.
You're busy, uh, chasing
this, uh, Trent guy...

while the real informant
gets to breathe easy.

Which would mean
this is all lies.
Not lies.

You know how
when we were in school,

when you put your name
on the smart kid's test?

I did.

This stuff happened.
It just wasn't Trent.

If my dad knew about this,
why didn't he say anything?

Well, why didn't he
talk to our lawyers?

He was
putting it all together,
but then his heart stopped.

Maybe he would
have told you,

but you didn't visit him
the last few months
he was on the inside.

Tell me about this
police warehouse.

I got a guy
who works at city hall.

He mops the floors.

Now, when we were kids,
he-- he blew his pinky
clean off.

We used to call him--
This is not the point.

He was able to pull
the blueprints
and the work schedules.

Now, if we enter
the warehouse here,
between swing shifts,

we'll be able to grab
the files and bolt,
less than a minute.

And you're sure
that file will be there.

I have never been sure-er.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Budget constraints
force most government offices...

to manage their data
using rigid,
out-of-date filing systems.

The constant glitches and lack
of technical support give you
a great opportunity...

to sidestep
the normal rules
and procedures.

How you doing there?
Uh, this little devil didn't
get back into the file box.

Case number 0-8-5-2-9-7-9.

Can you make sure it finds
its way back home?
Thanks, man. Appreciate it.

[ Screen Beeps ]

Case is closed.
Doesn't say anything
about new files.

Ah, well, it'll be under
Detective Finley.

- Should come up in a few hours.
- Or next June.
You know how it is.

Sorry.
Can't file this
without proper authorization.

Of course, if you run into
someone who insists
on doing things by the book,

you better know how to bend
those same rules in your favor.

Okay, listen, uh, we need your
help here, see, 'cause I'm--
An idiot.

An idiot who's gonna get us
both suspended.

Well, I need
supervisor approvals.

Hey, eyes up here,
little man.

He's already on my bad side.
And if you don't want
to end up there too,

you'll quit looking
down my shirt
and take the damn file.

I-- I wasn't, ma'am.

You can't bend the rules
for your precious file room,
but sexual harassment's okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.
I'll file it. Just go.

[ Chuckles ]
You know, you're, uh--

If you say
"pretty when you're angry,"
I'll break your jaw.

No, I was gonna go
with "terrifying."

[ Door Unlocks, Opens ]

Look who I found
in the visitors center.

Hi.

Honey,
what happened?

[ Fiona ]
It's fine. It's nothing.

It's good to see you.

You too.

Hmm. Well, you'll
be home soon, right?

That's what this is all about,
isn't it? Getting out of here?

And the quicker we get going,
the faster she'll be eating some
of your world-famous meat loaf.

Would you back off?

I am just concerned
with national security,
Fiona's freedom...

and getting
a dangerous gunrunner
off the street.

But by all means,
you take your time.

Is he always like this?
Yeah.

Did you bring it?
Yeah.

I hope this is still
what you're looking for.

Um, I deleted some pictures
of you and Michael on the beach.

Nate kept sending all these
photos of the baby, and I needed
to make some room. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

There are no secret messages
in my photos.

Encrypted data card.

Basically just a phone book
for all my contacts.

Should I, uh, be running
a metal detector over
the throw pillow you gave me?

[ Chuckles ]
Uh, no.
No, that was just a pillow.

All right then.

This little toy
will make it seem...

as though your call is coming
from your very own cell phone...

somewhere in South Miami.

My operative's in place.
You just get Greyson
to the meeting.

Officially, Fiona Glenanne
was never arrested,
so Greyson should buy it.

Greyson will want
to do this his way.

It would be a lot easier
if you'd let me handle him
in person.

The warden's not
gonna be too eager...

for you to be having
an afternoon stroll
all by yourself.

We're gonna use
my operative.

I brought you a cheat sheet,
so you can get all the details
just right.

Can I take my frame back now?

I wish you would.
Uh-huh.

Fiona, let's make
that call.

Speakerphone, please.

- [ Phone Beeping ]
- [ Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Glenanne.

- Been a while.
- I've been out of the country.

I need to put
some cash together.

The last shipment
that I bought from you--
I need to sell it back.

All right.
Five grand.

Five?
It's worth 10 times that.

Okay. How does...
five grand sound?

You're a bastard.
Did you know that?

Well, sounds like
you're in a bind.

- Take it or leave it.
- Fine.

My associate,

Steven Delprete,
will meet you.

Don't know him.
Won't work with him.

It's you or Michael,
or no deal.

Fine.
Michael, then.

I'll text you the details.
[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

Sounds like
a barrel of laughs.

Would you like
to tell Michael,
or should I?

You need the number?
No. I have Michael's number
right here.

Look, I won't be able to stop
the alarm from going off,

so we'll have about a minute
before this place
turns into cop central.

[ Vibrating ]

- This place is huge.
There won't be enough time.
- [ Beeps ]

Just keep moving.
You'll be fine.

[ Metal Creaking ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Explosive breaching...

is usually the fastest way
into any building,

but it isn't exactly
the most subtle.

When a softer touch is required,
a compact hydraulic wedge...

can quickly pry a door away
from its frame without
waking up the neighbors...

or singeing off
your eyebrows.

Let's move. Clock's tickin'.

- [ Alarm Ringing ]
- [ Michael ]
Precinct 2-3-4, right?

Looks like it's organized
by year.

Okay. 0-8-5-2-9-7-9.
The song I've been singing
for the last three years.

What are you doing?
Just take the whole box.
[ Alarm Continues ]

- I got to make sure
the file's here.
- Well, hurry up!

Back off,
and keep watch, will you?

Gotcha.

Time's up.
We got company.

[ Gun Cocks ]

Back up. Back up.
He'll see us.

I'll take care of it.
No, no, no, no.
No way.

You know why I only spent five
years in jail? It's 'cause I
didn't point my gun at anybody.

I'm not gonna have him
seeing my face.

[ Clattering ]

[ Guard Gasps ]

Don't fight it.
Don't fight it. Relax.

[ Groaning ]

See? He didn't see
your face. Happy?

Let's just get
the hell out of here.

Yeah.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Oh, that doesn't look
promising at all.

What are
we doing up here?

Oh, I thought
you'd like the view.

You don't know anything
about cops, do you?

They have to search
the whole building
before they come up here.

Just calm down
and let me think.

Yeah?
I think we're screwed.

[ Michael ]
You're the one who was taking
your sweet time in there.

They're everywhere.
I say we go back down and grab
the guard that you choked down.

- At least we have
a hostage that way.
- And risk being spotted?

The only thing
going for us right now
is we haven't been seen yet.

That cat's gonna be
out of the bag
pretty quick.

Fastest way back to the car
is straight ahead.

All we gotta do is get the cops
to move. I have a buddy
who lives around here.

Creating distractions is--
Well, let's just say
it's his-- Hey.

Uh, Chuck?
Yeah, yeah, it's me. Listen,
I'm gonna cut right to it.

I have a little bit
of a problem.

Yeah, no kidding, Mike.
What the hell's going on
in there?

Look, I'm at
that cop record place
around the corner from you.

Look, I set off these big
air raid sirens.

Pigs haven't seen us yet.
How much time do you got?

Well, we're on the roof.
I'd say maybe 10 minutes.

So I need you to create
a big distraction
on the northwest corner.

Give the cops something else
to think about.

Yeah, we're on it.
Sit tight, buddy.

[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Rebecca ]
Great. Now what are we gonna do?

I thought Mike knew
what he was doing, huh?
This is a disaster.

Don't get ahead of yourself.
It's only a pre-disaster.

Now, look, Mike wants
a distraction, right?

So we'll set off an alarm
in the impound yard.

The cops will think Mike
escaped the building.

Brilliant.
So we get chased
by the cops instead.

I didn't say the plan
was perfect.

[ Sirens Continue ]

What are you doing?
What's that for?

It's one of those
friendship bracelets.

What's it look like?
It's our way off the roof.

I thought you said
you had a buddy--
He's gonna give us an opening.

And when he does,
we're gonna have to get down
as quick as we can.

Like gym class, all right?

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Not a good time.

Michael, I've been calling you.
I need your help.

- What's going on?
- It's this thing Card
wants me to do.

Fi, he is trying to help you.
Yeah, I know.

The problem is,
Greyson will only make
the deal with you.

Can you meet him
this afternoon?

I'm kind of
in a tough spot right now.
Can we do it tomorrow?

No, he won't budge.
It's now or never.

Fi?

So quiet.
Must be serious.

- Yeah, I, uh--
- Michael, I understand.
It's okay.

I'll get it done.
I know you'll try,

but you can't be everywhere
all the time.

I wish I was there
to back you up.

That's enough. Look, I hate
to interrupt this lovefest.
We only have one shot here.

So I need you to abandon
whatever reindeer games
you're currently involved in...

and get on this.

I'm going as fast as I can.
[ Beeps ]

You got time to make phone calls
now? Who the hell was that?
Just a girl,

on-again, off-again,
jail-again--

Long story that we
don't have time for.

[ Barking ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The mistake people make...

in trying to deal
with a guard dog...

is trying to deal
with a guard dog.

A well-trained German Shepherd
can run nearly 30 miles an hour,

jump about
five feet vertically...

and bite with more than
500 pounds of pressure.

[ Barking Continues ]

All right. Ladies first.

You're such a gentleman.
Yeah?

Wait till you get the bill
to repair my trunk liner.

[ Barking ]

[ Grunting ]

Trying to distract a dog
may seem like a good idea,

but it usually just delays
getting attacked
by a few seconds.

The best strategy is to stay
as far away as possible,

and, if you can,
put some solid steel
between you and the animal.

- [ Rebecca ] Get in there.
That dog looks hungry.
- [ Barking Continues ]

All right,
all right, all right.

Oh. Nice.

Yeah, thanks for that.

What are you, a size 12?

- Eleven.
- [ Barking Continues ]

Still remember what
you're doing there, grandpa?

Trust me. Best hands
east of the Mississippi.
Just give me one second.

Okay, maybe two.
[ Sighs ]

- [ Engine Starts ]
- There we go.

- Buckle up.
- [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Muffled Shouting ]
[ Banging ]

That's not gonna keep
those cops back much longer.

Don't worry.
Here comes the cavalry.
[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Shouting ]

And there they go.
Run, little piggies!

[ Sirens Wailing ]

- You ready?
- Ready.

- [ Banging ]
- [ Shouting ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

We got nothing up here.

[ Grunts ]
Walk in the park, right?

Let's get the hell
out of here.

I don't see any cops.
Once we get out of Overtown,
we're as free as a bird.

Maybe we should
ditch your ride,
just in case.

We have a better chance
of getting caught
car hopping...

than we do
motoring through.

What are you worried about?
In 15 minutes, you'll be home,

enjoying some alone time
with that file.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah. Hey.

Michael, please tell me
you're on your way.

Working on a couple
more kinks.

Huh. Well, that doesn't sound
very promising.

I must tell you your
extracurriculars are getting
in the way of my operation.

I'm trying to.

Remember what I told you
in training about
the verb "to try"?

How much time do I have?
An hour, max.

Michael, if you want us
to close up shop here,

you just say
the word because...

I just don't think it's fair
to Fiona to get her hopes up.

No, don't pull
the plug. I'll--
No more calls.

Got it?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just my bookie.

- I'm in a big hole with him.
One more job, and I--
- Worry about this job first.

What are you worried about?
We're miles away from the cops.
My buddy took care of us.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Damn it.

If we don't lose them now,
it's gonna get ugly real fast.

Try the first
side street after 23rd.
Duck into the housing projects.

- You sure it's not
a dead end this time?
- That wasn't my dead end.

It was your wrong turn.

Whoa!

Sam!

Yelling isn't helping.
Then get us out of here.

Hey, you want to drive?
Come on over.

They get much closer,
I'm gonna have
to start shooting.

All right. I got an idea,
but you're not gonna like it.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Hey, Sam.
- Yeah, hey, Jesse.

Please tell me
you're still at the loft.

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- I was just leaving.
What's up?

Oh, great.
Listen, uh, I got a bit
of a cop problem.

- You know the speedboat that's
docked down by the river?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I need you to get that
and meet me under the port
bridge, you know, like, now.

You got it, Sammy.

- Did you say,
"under the bridge"?
- Yeah. Hope you can swim.

[ Michael Narrating ]
More often than not,
high-speed chases end...

with the fleeing driver
in handcuffs or in a bed
at the hospital.

Escaping with your freedom
and the ability to use
both of your legs...

means making a getaway
the cops aren't prepared
to deal with.

Okay, running out
of real estate.
You ready?

We die, it's on you,
Evel Knievel.

Well, if we make it,
mojitos are on you, sweetie.

[ Both Yelling ]

[ Shouting ]

- [ Officers Shouting ]
- [ Sam ]
Good job, Jesse.

- Did I come through with this,
bro, or did I come through?
- You're right.

It says the cops
had a different informant.
It's not Trent.

I told you. Hey, I gotta go.

You got a lot
of things to work out,
lot of things to figure out.

Oh, there's nothing
to figure out.

There's only one person
that could have given
the cops this much info.

But there's no way.
Can't be right.

- If it's in the file, I don't
know how you argue with that.
- You don't understand.

Everything in this file
points to my wife.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When your target draws a
conclusion you're not ready for,

you play along if it
helps you get the job done.

Sometimes it makes wrapping up
a mission quick and easy.

No, I don't buy it.

And other times,
it makes your job
that much harder.

Damn, this must be
difficult for you.

But I think
you gotta start
facing the facts.

Donna has been with me forever.
She's my whole life.

Why would she do this?

Well, with your old man gone,
maybe she wanted to move up
the food chain.

Hey, you have to admit,
the shoe fits
pretty damn good.

Now I know why she gave me
such an icy reception.

This isn't possible.
There has to be
some kind of explanation.

You're starting to make
excuses for her?

You sound like my mom when she
got in a fight with my old man.

"Oh, he didn't mean it.
He loves us."

You gonna forget
that your dad died in prison
because of her?

You have
to remember that, bro.

I have been saving
this bullet...

for the person
who sent my dad away--
hollow-point, nine-millimeter.

- You want me to use this
on my wife?
- No, you're smarter than that.

You kill her,
you go to jail.
Don't kill her.

Just... kick her ass out.
Don't look back.

- I can't.
- You have to.

You have to think about all
the wasted hours you spent
chasin' the wrong guy!

You have to think about
the pain she caused you.
You have to do this for you.

You have to do this
for your dad. You have
to finish what you started, bro.

I'm gonna talk to her.

I'm gonna sort this out.

Ah, the outdoor speakers are
busted again. I got to get--

Don't take another step.
We got to talk, right now.

[ Chuckles ]
Wes, quit screwing around.
What--

I'm serious.

What the hell's going on?
Explain something
to me, Donna.

Why do I have a file that says
you've been feeding info
to the cops?

Why does it say that Trent
was a damn goose chase?
Explain that to me!

What? Hold on.

Honey, where are you
getting all of this?

What, from your
new friend there?

- What's it matter?
- Hey, this is crazy.

Think about it.

Ever crossed your mind
that this guy is playing you?

He could be working
for Trent for all you know.

Look at you, always spinning
a story, trying to wiggle
your way out of this.

Okay, who the hell
do you think you are?

Wes, how long
have we been together?

I love you.
I would never do this to you.

What, that son of a bitch
comes in, and--
and everything changes?

- He's not even family.
- Family?

You don't think watching his
dad's back in the joint for
three years makes me family?

Breakin' my parole?

Baby.

Look, Wes, this is your move.
You know what to do.

And if you don't,
maybe you're not the man
your dad thought you were.

Wes.

Get her out of here.

I never want
to see her here again.
What?

Baby, come on!
Baby, this is crazy!

Come on! Baby!
[ Crying ]

All this crap.
Some detective
I turned out to be.

You figured it out.
You just needed
a co-detective.

- I gotta jet.
- Hey.

Anything you need,
you just ask.

I might take you up on that.

[ Rapid Beeping ]
[ Line Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Here I, uh--

I thought
you forgot all about us.

Well, I'm fine. Thanks.
Where am I going
for this meet with Greyson?

Grove Key Marina.
And don't bother
stopping for a snack.

You only have 30 minutes
to get the guns, and you
still need to get wired up.

Tell Fi I'm on my way.

[ Beeps ]
News flash.

Turns out your boyfriend
can be everywhere at once.

Sadly, that means my evening
is also spoken for.

I can't wait to meet
this Greyson in person.

- You boys have fun.
- I'm sure it'll be a blast.
Listen, I, um--

I went ahead
and took the liberty
of getting you some takeout--

Thai, I think, or--

I-- I can't remember,
but whatever it is,

I'm sure it's a lot better
than what you get in this dump.

You think a little lousy takeout
is gonna make me forgive you?

Forgive... me?

Forgive me for pulling
every single string
at the Agency...

to get you out of here?

Or is this still about Ireland?

Because if it is,
let me straighten you out
on that score.

Michael's cover
was about to be blown.

He wouldn't leave... you.

Forget about the fact
that if he stayed, you'd both
be dead right now, or worse.

And would you, uh--
[ Chuckles ]

Would you like to venture
a guess just exactly
who dropped everything...

and flew halfway around
the world to make sure
that that didn't happen?

So, for all
the happy memories...

that you have made so far
with Michael Westen--

the fun, the excitement,
the, uh--

the felonies--

you... are... welcome.

I rush across town
to make this deal,

and Greyson doesn't bother
to show up on time?

Hey, you know what?
It sure beats waiting on pins
and needles for you all day.

What can I say?
I'm in high demand.

How about you focus
on the prize there, maestro?

Shot at the buzzer only counts
if you drain it.

Uh-huh.
And Greyson is now
headed your way.

Remember, he has
to take receipt of the guns
before we move on him, yes?

You know, I was able
to function in the field
for six years without you.

No joke, Michael.
[ Chuckles ] Best years
of my life there, pal.

[ Beeps ]

Michael Westen.
Almost didn't recognize you
without the suit.

Laundry day.
Where's my five grand?

Answer something for me first.

Oh, is this
an interrogation or a deal?

[ Greyson ] That's the thing.
I haven't heard from Fiona
for months,

and then, boom,
deal of the century?

You know when something seems
too good to be true.

Come on, now, Michael.
Fi's counting on you.
Bring it home.

Oh, you think
this is a setup?
Crossed my mind.

If I was working
with the cops,

they would have already
stormed in here the moment
you pulled a gun on me.

I don't hear any sirens.

Fair point.

Still, I'm curious
why Fi's in such a hurry
to off-load these guns.

- She's trying to buy me off.
- What are you talking about?

She skipped town.
She headed back to Ireland
with this Brit.

Screwed me on a deal.

What can I say?
At least she pays her debts.

Well, at least she gets you
to pay her debts.

Well, look at that.

Michael Westen
with a broken heart.

[ Chuckles ]
It kills me. It really does.

I'll be crying
into my pillow tonight.

This should cheer you up
a little.

Guns are in the Charger.
Load 'em up.

That's our cue.
Drop the hammer.
Go, go, go!

[ Tires Squealing ]

- [ Siren Blares ]
- [ Man ]
Hey!

You son of a--
[ Groans ]

[ Men Shouting ]

You think Fi
would replace me with a Brit?

[ Bone Cracks ]
[ Groans ]
God!

You're dead, Westen.
You hear me?

Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Yeah, I know.

What do you say, Card?
Greyson is in cuffs.

Is that enough
to make the Agency happy?

Michael, take a breath,
for the love of God.

You are allowed to be human
every once in a while.

Answer the question, please.

Well, Michael,
as of 20 seconds ago,

Fiona got invited
to the C.I.A. company picnic.

She is an official asset.

Now it is up to you to apprehend
her "get out of jail free" card.

- Go get 'em, tiger.
- I'm working on it.

Hey, Mikey.

I think you've
earned a couple beers
for working double duty today.

- Thanks. I'm not drinking.
- Well, neither is she.

I thought we were all
supposed to be friends now.

Doesn't matter.
I guess I can toast by myself.

Your brother is safe.

Are you sure?
You don't think Wes
is still gonna come after him?

Wes found someone else
to blame. It's over.

[ Sighs ]
Thank you. Um--

I don't really know
what else to say
other than...

thank you.

Like I said,
I always keep my promises.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I suppose you want me
to hold up my end
of the agreement now.

I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents and cash
every couple of weeks.

I can tell you
the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City...

where he's expecting
his next drop.

But there's something
I want from you first.

Just promise me
when you finally get
that bastard in custody,

no deals, no negotiations,
no compromises.

Anson will get what he deserves.
I promise you that.