All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S06E10.1080p.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.

[ Gunshot ]

Nate!

I'm scared.

No.

Nate!

Nate's gone.
No, he isn't!

Whatever leads the F.B.I.
had on Nate's murder
are now in a sealed case file.

We don't have the shooter,
but we do have
the sniper rifle.

The sale order shows
the gun landed
at the Pryon Group.

It's a private security firm
upstate.

We have to get a meeting
with the guy who runs
the Pryon Group.

He asked for a sniper cleared
on five different guns.

Did you think I wouldn't
figure out you're looking
for Tyler Gray?

Tyler Gray?

[ Bullet Impacts ]

[ People Screaming ]

Who's Tyler Gray?
Who's Tyler Gray?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whenever you get a fresh piece
of intelligence in the field,

you have to decide carefully
who you're going to
share it with.

Because every asset you talk to,
agency you work with,
and resource you update...

brings along a new set
of problems.

Michael, what the hell
were you thinking,

- bringing the C.I.A.
into this?
- Fi. I guess Sam told you.

Yeah, well, I guess he's not
as comfortable lying to me
as some people are.

This is
a huge mistake, Michael.
A huge mistake.

I didn't have a choice here.
I had to.

We hit a wall,
and I needed the resources.

You know as well as I do
their resources come
with strings.

And every time we involve them,
everything gets
more complicated!

Fi, you suggested
I call the C.I.A.

Well, that was
before they ruined
Agent Pearce's career.

I'm sorry, Fi,
but I'm not gonna let the man
who killed my brother get away.

I don't care
who I have to work with.

[ Sighs ]

How do you know
they can even help?

What makes you think
they can find anything more
than we have?

'Cause they already did.
Card just called me.
I'm meeting him in an hour.

[ Door Opens ]

You-- get me a dedicated
comm link up and going.

You-- get me an upgraded grid
of all local law enforcement
in the area.

And you get with D.O.D.
and see if we have eyes
in the sky.

- And you-- come with me.
- What do you have?

I took your Tyler Gray file,
gave it to one of my tech geeks.

They fed the specs into
the F.B.I., C.I.A., Interpol
database.

Nearly 1,000 partial matches
came back--

photos of people who
shared even the tiniest
detail with Gray.

A thousand?
That's a big pond
to be fishing in.

I tasked
some low-level gremlins
at the N.S.A....

to use one
of their supercomputers...

to scour
every shred of video
on the global system.

In just under 27 hours,

pay dirt.

This is a munitions warehouse
in San Miguelito, Panama.

At 2:59 a.m.,
this gentleman breaks in,

steals several weapons,
including a Barrett
sniper rifle,

a known favorite of--
Tyler Gray.

Same guy flies out of Newark
using a different name...

three hours
after your brother Nate
was murdered.

- Now for the glamour shot.
- [ Typing ]

[ Sighs ]

Won't you please say hello
to the man who murdered
your brother Nate?

What do you mean,
I don't get a tactical team?

Tom, the man
killed my brother.

This can't come as a galloping
shock to you, Michael.

The C.I.A. was pulled off
this investigation.

What about all those people
in the bull pen?

Are you telling me they're not
Agency resources?

Do you not understand
that in this office,

I can tell any story
that I want?

And as far as they know, we're
investigating a weapons theft.

That is, unless, of course,
one were to actually go
down to Panama.

Then you'd get the truth
pretty darn quick.

What does that mean?

It means the only people
I can send down there...

are already read in--

you, Jesse Porter,
Fiona Glenanne...

and, uh, Mr. Chin,
whatever his name is.

Is that all
you can give me?

I did get you
one more person.
Who?

Brady Pressman.

He gets the invite,
as you'll see,

because he was in charge
of the capture team...

out of Langley
that was hunting Anson.

He took the failure
very personally and,

as a result,
is quite motivated.

I don't need to bring along
some desk jockey
from Langley.

Sorry, kid.
You don't get a choice.

He'll be down there to meet you
when you get there,

with all the toys
that I can send.

One more thing, Michael,
and it's important.

I'm way out on the skinny
branches on this one.

So whatever happens in Panama...

stays in Panama.

[ Michael On Phone ] Sam, I'll
meet you guys at the airport.
I have to go do something.

Mom, the door was locked.

We haven't really talked
since the funeral.

But I've called.

Things are happening,
things that you need
to know about.

We have to talk.

So? Talk.

I'm heading down to Panama.

Why?

Officially,
I'm investigating
a weapons theft.

Unofficially, we found him.

The man that--

And if something happens to you?

The Agency is allowing me
to bring Jesse, Fi and Sam.

That means nothing bad's
gonna happen?

Well, I can call you.
I-I'll check in--

It's not good enough, Michael.
Nowhere near.

Who do I call when your call
doesn't come?

You tell me that.

I'm gonna give you the number
of Tom Card's secretary...

at the C.I.A.

Tell me, uh, Michael.

Why are you here, really?

I mean, since when do you
stop by and fill me in
on C.I.A. secrets?

I was thinking
that this in--

in a small way--

Just begin to start making up
for what happened to Nate.

Make up for it?

I don't-- I don't know
what else to do here.

I-I know you blame me.

Not just you.

There's more than enough blame
to go around.

This is on everyone.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I don't want your apology!

Every mistake Nate ever made
was 'cause he wanted
to be like you.

He had no business
being out there. None!

But Nate--

I shouldn't have put him
in harm's way.

But you did,

and I did nothing to stop you.

And I can't take that back.

He only wanted to help you
because he knew
how proud of you I was.

I was his mother,

and my job was
to protect him from you.

And I didn't do it.

No, please, just--

Please, no.

[ Jet Engines Whining ]

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

So, this is it, huh?
Casa, sweet casa?

I wouldn't say that.
It's not exactly one of
your sugar mama's five-stars.

Yeah, well, this isn't
exactly a vacation.

Michael Westen? Brady Pressman.

- Sam Axe.
- Yes, sir.

- Jesse Porter.
- How you doing?

And you must be Fiona Glenanne.
Nice to meet you.

So you're the one
the C.I.A. has
running this op?

On paper, yeah,
but we're all in this
together, right?

I guess so.

- Did I say something?
- She's just jet-lagged.

The gear's already upstairs
waiting to be set up,
so let's get to it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One of the most popular bases
for covert operations...

is an abandoned building.

Hotels and apartments have
too many people coming and going
to base a long-term op.

You can buy a house,

but it's hard to buy
something big enough discreetly
on short notice.

Find a building
that's been condemned, however,
and you can move right in,

as long as you can find
a way to supply power...

and you don't mind
a little dust.

[ Brady ]
Okay, everybody.
Here's what we got.

A guy fitting Gray's description
has been seen...

throwing around a lot of cash
in this area of San Miguelito.

Local assets helped track him
to this building.

That's our target.

The outer wall
is two feet thick.

To breach, we brought this.

To get that frame
on that wall,

you're gonna need
a masonry drill bit.

Did you bring one?
No need.

This baby's the newest
in speed frames.

Sticks to anything.

To cover the extraction,
we got an M110 rifle.

Oh, I'll happily take that.

Oh, that's, uh--
I thought they were
still testing these.

They are.
Official approval
comes down next month.

Thought you'd appreciate
a sneak preview.

Level-five body armor.

One for Jesse,
one for Michael.

After Fiona blows the wall,
you two breach.

It's gonna be hard to clear
a structure that big
with a two-man team.

- That's why we have
these puppies.
- Is that a Corner Shot?

APR 5.56.

Shoot around tight corners
without someone covering you.

Question.

I know what we're doing,
but I'm a little unclear
as to what it is you're doing.

I'll be in radio contact
with everyone,
calling the plays.

So while we're risking
our asses, you hang back
way behind the front line.

- Look, someone needs to--
- Okay. Good night, Michael.

Wow. She really doesn't like me.

It's not you, Brady.
Don't take it personally.

All right.
Let's go over the extraction
step by step.

Start by approaching
the south wall.

Fiona will
place the charge here.

Sam will set up
on this third-story balcony.

We'll time our breach
for noon.

Take him on foot
down this alley.

We'll put him
in the car here and take him
directly to the airport.

All right, kids.
Tomorrow's a long day,
so let's get to bed.

Fi, what are you doing up?

[ Sighs ]
I couldn't sleep.

There's only one other place
I've ever seen the sky
that color.

Over the Irish Sea.

I remember.

You have no idea
how beautiful you look
right now.

[ Chuckles ]

Michael, I know
I've been difficult.

I don't have
anything against Brady.

It's just--
This is our business.

Nate was--

He was our family too.

We should be doing this alone,
without government manipulation.

We owe that much to Nate.

I didn't want
Brady here either,
but he's doing his job,

and we owe it to Nate
to find his killer,
period.

Okay.

Uh, Fi?

- An electrician at 6:00 a.m.
- Not just that.

It's an electrical truck
parked outside a building
without any power.

We have a problem.

Everybody up!
Everybody up, now!
Jesse, Sam!

[ Jesse ]
What? What time is it?
[ Michael ] Time's up.

We've been made.
[ Sam ]
What are you talking about?

Look outside.

- It's just an electrical truck.
- Courtyard's empty.

Red dots on the ground.

Laser sights.

Oh, crap. I hate it
when you're right, Mike.

Okay, we need an exit,
or we're gonna be hosting
one hell of a fiesta.

Back door is covered.
The stairs aren't an option.
We're trapped.

- How long before they breach?
- If they do a standard breach,
about a minute.

They want a breach?
Let's breach.

We're going through the roof.

[ Grunts ]

[ Pounding ]

[ Michael ]
Take cover.

[ Pounding Continues ]

- [ Men Shouting In Spanish ]
- Go!

They're in!

Let's go. Come on!

[ Shouting Continues ]

No-go on this side.
They're covering the alley.

Just a heads up--
I'm not wearing any shoes.
This is gonna suck.

Look, if down ain't an option,
somebody better grow
some wings quick.

The next building.
If we can get over to it,
there's a parking garage.

We could steal a car
and drive off.

Oh, Mike, I don't know.
Long jump was never my event.

I think I can help you
with that.

[ Michael Narrating ]
With a running start,

the average adult can jump
a distance of about 10 feet.

The trick to
clearing bigger gaps
is raising your launch point...

and making your jump
at full speed.

It's all about
maximizing your momentum,

which can make the difference
between a safe landing--

- [ Groans ]
- and a date with the pavement.

Try and roll when you land.

[ Michael ]
Fi, you're next.

- [ Man Shouting In Spanish ]
- [ Pounding ]

Go! Go, go!
Everyone, go!

[ Shouts, Groans ]

[ Sharp Groan ]

[ Brakes Screeching ]

- It's him! It's Gray!
- [ Brady ] Michael, no!

- [ Glass Shatters ]
- Come on!

[ Fiona ]
Michael!

Mike, they're coming
through that door any second!

We got to get out of here now!

[ Sam ]
We swept the junkyard.
There's no one here.

How was it out there,
Mike?
Perimeter's clear.

Yeah, but for how long?

Gray knows we're in Panama.
He's not gonna stop
until he finds us.

Which means we gotta
find him first.

I'm sorry.
I must have misheard.
You want to go find him?

I may not have a ton
of field experience,

but we're outgunned
in a foreign country, Michael.

We need to call in backup.

There's no time to wait
for backup.

Gray's merc forces
could find us at anytime.
We have to hit them now.

What did we manage to bring?

One shotgun.

About 80 rounds
for the M110 rifle.

No M110 rifle.

SIG Sauer, two rounds.

Beretta, nine rounds.

Thirty feet of tactical rope,
two zip ties...

and this chunk of Styrofoam.

And in case anyone forgot,
not wearing any shoes.

Completely shoeless in Panama.

Okay, hang on.
Look at this.

This scope was in my pocket
the whole time.

Right. We also have the scope
to the M110 rifle
we still don't have.

We're not equipped
to go after Gray.

Look, it's just a matter of time
before our next encounter
with Gray and his army.

- Wouldn't you rather
it be on our terms?
- Absolutely.

That's why we got to find
the wasps' nest.

Now, Brady, you
know San Miguelito.

Jesse and I can help you
track down their H.Q.,

and we'll scout an attack.
These guys travel
in armored S.U.V.'s.

Exactly what are we gonna
be attacking with?

We need to make use
of those M110 rounds.

I think we can
put something together
that'll go boom.

You must be kidding.

When it comes to explosives,
I never kid.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you're building ammunition
to shatter reinforced glass,

you need something
harder than buckshot.

If you don't have a handful
of diamonds lying around,
spark plugs will do.

Their ceramic casings
are nearly as hard.

Once you've dealt with
the glass, you have to deal
with the people behind it.

A serviceable flash-bang grenade
can be made...

from a soda can
filled with aluminum
shavings and gunpowder.

Not as stable as military-issue,
but it still packs one hell
of a kick.

Fi, when you were talking
about Ireland earlier,

I hope you know
I miss that time too.

Michael, I don't need Ireland.

I want this.

A junkyard in Panama?

You and me working together.

Just us, the way it used to be.

And at the end of the day,
this--

this right here
is how it should be.

After I get Gray,
I'll leave.

I'm out.

The C.I.A.?

Out of all of it.

Don't say that
if you don't mean it.

I do.

How does that sound?

Well, if we live long enough
to see that happen,

it sounds really good.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you give a piece
of intelligence to anyone,

even an ally,
you never know what
they're going to do with it,

because even if you
completely trust that person,

you run the risk of them
taking that information...

and using it
for their own purposes.

Ma'am, are you sure
you don't want to sit
while you wait?

No, I'm fine.

How much longer
will your boss be?

Mrs. Westen.
Nice of you to come by.

What can I do for you?
I'm here about my son.

Well, he's in the field
right now.

My other son.

Ah.

Well, on behalf
of the entire agency,
we're very sorry for your loss.

I'm not here
for your sympathy.

What are you here for?

Answers.

I want to know
everything that you know...

about the operation
that killed Nate.

Mrs. Westen, that's what we call
classified information.

It's an operation that
one of my boys died in...

and the other one ran.

I realize that.

And I wish I could help you,
but I can't.

Yes, you can.

And you will, or I'm going to
cause a scene right here,
right now.

I know that you sent Michael
on an off-the-books mission
to Panama.

I know
what he's there for.

Unless you want that mission
to be suddenly very much
on the books,

I suggest you cooperate.

You're blackmailing
a C.I.A. officer
without batting an eyelash.

And here I thought Michael
got all his moxie
from his papa bear.

Come.

Just to be clear,

I'm not supposed to share
mission specifics
with civilians.

I'm giving this to you
because I trust Michael,

and I believe
I can trust you too.

I can keep a secret,
believe me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Locating a group of mercenaries
in a third-world country...

isn't terribly difficult,
because they're very similar
to street thugs.

They flaunt their presence.

So if you want
to find an outfit,
it's as simple as asking around.

The question
isn't where they are.

It's what you're gonna do
when you find them.

[ Jesse ] You don't realize
how much broken glass there
is on the street--

[ Groans ]
until you're not
wearing any shoes.

Look at that.
That was in my foot.

So I asked around,
and word is, these are
the guys that attacked us.

They're ex-military guns
for hire called Los Hermanos.

Really?
That's the best name they got?

They hire themselves out
to smugglers, drug gangs,
murderers on the run.

I'm not looking forward
to a run-in
with all that firepower.

Sam, let me see
that scope real quick.

What the hell are you doing?

What? Without a battery,
the digital display is useless.

- It's $50,000.
- Yeah, and now
we can actually use it.

You're welcome.

[ Brady ]
Oh, wow.
That does not look good.

That looks like
one of the worst places...

to stage a snatch-and-grab
in the western hemisphere.

[ Jesse ]
All right. Okay.
So we don't do it there.

We do it right there.

[ Brady ]
What about that angry-looking
guy down there?

[ Jesse ]
Yeah, he's angry looking,
but he's only one guy.

Jesse's right. That street's
our best bet for grabbing Gray.
We got to adios that guy.

We don't have a 20 on Gray.
He might be on his way
back here right now.

Exactly. That's why
we got to adios Senor Angry
muy, muy pronto.

Anybody got a genius idea?

I think I do.
You guys head for that alley
right behind him.

I'm gonna go shopping
for a ride.

[ Groans ]
Son of a bitch.

[ Michael Narrating ]
It's a popular misconception...

that guard duty is all about
watching for people.

In fact, people are usually
a much lower priority
than vehicles.

A well-trained guard
will focus first...

on keeping the road clear
and monitoring suspicious cars
in the vicinity,

which can give you
a great excuse to get up close.

Hey, buddy.
Can you tell me
where the gas station is?

[ Spanish ]

What? I don't--
No understand-o, amigo.

American.
I'm American.

Uh, gas-o zero-o.

[ Imitates Engine Dying ]
No más.

Dude! Is this where we are?
Are we here?

'Cause I made a left
on Castillo.

[ Screaming ]

[ Groans ]

[ Brady ]
Get the--
Get the gun!

Okay.

That worked out quite nicely.

What size shoe
you think he wears?

[ Sam ]
Enjoy your trash nap, pal.

Good timing.
We just finished cleaning up.

- You find a place to hit Gray?
- Yeah. More importantly,
I got a new pair of shoes.

Oh. A Panamanian peep toe.
Très chic.

All right, so we got
a radio in the corner,

but I still don't see
how we're gonna capture Gray.

Here. These are filled
with ceramic fragments.

It should get us through the
reinforced glass of the S.U.V.,
but don't shake 'em too much.

We only had enough
to make three.

Fi will give Gray
a reason to stop.

If you could take out
the windows with those,

I should be able to deal
with the people
inside with these.

Yeah, Mike, uh, how about
if I'm on flash-bang duty?

You're driving
the getaway car, Sam.
I've got this.

I'm sure you do, brother,
but it looks like you also
got a few broken ribs.

Sam, listen to me.
I'm hitting Gray.

I'm pulling him out of the car
and I'm shoving him
in the trunk.

[ Man On Radio
Speaking Spanish ]

Wait a minute.
Guys, you hear that?

[ Continues ]

Gray's en route.

We got about 30 minutes
to set up.

Let's go catch ourselves
a killer.

[ Door Opens ]

All right then.

Now that you've seen the file,
are you satisfied?

No. No, can't say that I am.

I got a question for you.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I gave you the file.

Do you have any idea
what I'm risking
even having you in this room?

I could lose everyth--

Don't talk to me
about loss.

I lost my husband
and my youngest son,

and all because
of this agency.

Mrs. Westen,
I can't even begin to know
what that must feel like.

But please,
what do you want from me?

Just decency.

And an answer to my question.

You trained Michael.

You know another side of him.

Please ask.

It's no secret
what our homelife was like,

what Michael's and Nate's
childhood was like.

It was my choice
not to leave Frank.

And that choice...

made Michael strong and capable,

while it left poor Nate just--

How do two brothers
turn out so different?

Imagine that you're
holding on to two bottles,

and they drop on the floor.

What-- What happens?

They both break.

But it's how they break
that's important.

Because, you see,
while one bottle crumples
into a pile of glass,

the other shatters
into a jagged-edged weapon.

You see, the exact
same environment...

that forged older brother
into a warrior...

crushed baby brother.

People just don't
all break the same,
Mrs. Westen.

Just don't.

The problem here is that you're
just focused on the bad,

'cause there's some good
that came through there too.

Don't get me wrong.
Michael is damaged.

But he also happens
to be a little boy...

who just wants to protect
his mommy and his kid brother.

Which means that all the people
that he ever helped...

actually have
to thank... you.

And Nate, of course.

[ Sobs ]

That's all I have.

I just need a minute.

Please take all the time
you need.

I will, uh--

I'll be in my office.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Setting up a snatch-and-grab...

requires having
the right pieces in place.

You need a lookout up high,
a driver in the getaway car...

and someone to create
the distraction.

Then you just have to wait
for the target to show up.

Now, Brady, you don't
have to do this.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I appreciate
you coming down here,
helping us find Gray,

but this isn't your fight.

You're not even a field op.

Nate was my brother.
You don't have to risk
your life for this.

No, I do.
It was my op
that went sideways.

My fault we even
on this trip.

No, it's not. It's mine.
All of this.

I want to tell you
a story.

When I was a little kid,
there was nothing I loved
more than baseball.

I was watching a Red Sox game
when my mom turned off
the television.

She'd just gotten a call
about my dad.

Your dad was military?

Ranger. K.I.A.

Had my 14th birthday
a week after his funeral.

The day I turned 18
is the day I joined the army.

Wanted to find the guy
that killed him.
It's crazy, right?

It's not so crazy.

Yeah, well,
I never got the guy.

But I'll be damned
if I'm not gonna help you...

find the son of a bitch
who killed your brother.

For what it's worth, Brady,

it's good to have you
on the team.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
[ Beeps ]

Jesse.

Okay, it's go time, Mike.
I got two S.U.V.'s
coming your way.

A Defender and a Hummer.

You have a visual on Gray?

Bingo. Yeah.

He's in the Hummer--
backseat, driver's side.
Just passed Sam.

Put your game face on, man.
I'll call Fi.

Time to make some noise.

You ready?

Hey.

Thank you.

[ Brakes Screech ]

- [ Man Shouts ]
- [ Man Screams ]

[ Grenade Explodes ]
[ Man Groans ]

- Drive!
- [ Tires Squeal ]

[ Brady ]
He just killed his own guy.

- Yeah, and blocked
our flash-bang.
- [ Sam ] Get in.

[ Sam ]
Mike, look.

[ Michael ]
There. There's the Hummer.

Jesus, Mike,
he shot his own driver.

[ Brady ]
He couldn't have gotten far.

- [ Gunshot ]
- Aaah! My leg!

[ Groaning ]
[ Gunshot ]

He must be in that building,
but I can't see him.

Keep your head down, Sam.
You're not gonna see him.

He was waiting for us,
and we walked right into it.

- How bad is it, Mike?
- We need to get him
to a hospital, Sam.

Listen to me.
There's no time for a hospital,
and you know it.

Just tighten it up enough
to stop the bleeding.

You go in, and you get him.

[ Groans ]

Trust me. I will.

Tom, I don't have time
to debate this.

We have Gray cornered now.

We are going in.
Negative.
You will stand down.

You already have one man in need
of serious medical attention.

You will wait for backup,
which is already on its way.

We won't get
a better shot at him.
We can't wait.

So what, are you gonna
go in blind, deaf
and bleeding?

That's a super idea, Michael.

Tom, listen to me.
We already have a plan.

I'm going in.

Accept my apologies in advance.
[ Beeps ]

Yeah, Mike, uh, you want
to share this plan
we already got?

'Cause last I checked,
we got a sniper
in that building,

and we have no idea
where he is.

- We have to give him a reason
to show his face.
- West side.

There's only one halfway decent
sniper perch over there.

Good call, Fi.

If we can get you and Jesse
over to those barrels,

make it look like we're trying
to flank him, he'll have to
move to get a shot at you.

Which would give us enough time
to scale the east side and drop
in for a chat. I like it.

Course you do. You're not
the one trying to outrun
a sniper in hobo shoes, Sam.

- You gonna be okay here?
- Yeah. You guys
go get that bastard.

You ready?
Yeah.

[ Gunshots ]

What do you see, Mike?
He's moving. He's moving.

Let's go.

- [ Gunshots ]
- Aaah!

- What, are you hit?
- Yeah. He nicked me.

You good?
Yeah, I'm peachy.

[ Rapid Beeping ]
Michael, you're clear.

Hurry up. These barrels
are filled with gas,

and he's determined to kill us.

Let's move, Sam.

[ Jesse ]
Okay, Fi. This is not good.

Not liking the gasoline
on the ground here.

They're right above him.

Fi, we're one spark away
from going up
like a Roman candle.

We got to move.

Wait. Wait, wait.

Mike, that antenna
is never gonna hold you.
It has to!

Fi and Jesse
won't last much longer.

Mike, go. I got you.

Got to go. Let's go.
Okay.

[ Shouts ]
Don't move!

- [ Groans ]
- I said don't move!

Well done.
That was very well done.

[ Grunts ]

- [ Zip Tie Clicks ]
- [ Murmurs, Chuckles ]

[ Panting ]

[ Rapid Beeping ]

- [ Ringing ]
- Fi, are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine.
You got him?

Yeah. I got him.

Now we just sit tight and wait
for Card's extraction team.

He said it's already in the air.

We did it, Fi.
Thank you.

Okay.

[ Laughing ]

Is something funny?

You think you're waiting
for an extraction team, buddy,
you got no clue.

Card isn't sending
an extraction team for you.

What are you talking about?
How do you know about Card?

Who do you think
sent me out here?

This was supposed to be
a suicide mission for you.

That's right.
A suicide mission.

Westen goes down to Panama.
Things go wrong.

Westen gets ambushed
by a merc squad.

Westen goes home in a box.

[ Tooth Clattering ]
Only one problem.

You just wouldn't die.
That's a lie.

Come on.
You're a pro.
This smell right to you?

Why-- Why would Card
want me dead?

Sorry, pal.
I just pull the trigger.

You're asking questions
above my head.

You know what?

We're running out of time.
So if you're gonna kill me,
do it.

If not, we need
to get the hell out of here.

Yeah? Why is that?
Because if Card thinks
I failed,

he's gonna bring out
the big guns.

He's gonna have to wipe you out,
probably wipe this whole place
with you.

What?
You think I'm lying?

Call him.

Tell him I escaped,
that you wanna go after me.

I guarantee he tells you
to stay put.

He says help is on the way,
that he already
has your location.

Go ahead. Call him.
Okay, Gray. All right.
I'll call him.

- Want to play your little game?
I'll call him.
- [ Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Laughing ]
Oh, Michael.

Thank God.
Almost gave me a heart attack.

Bad news, Card.
Gray got away.

We're regrouping now
to find him.

No! No. No.

Don't do that.
You stay put.

I have operatives
on the ground in Panama.

- They're tracking Gray.
- They're here now?

Yes, they just air-dropped in.
We're getting a fix on him.

Looks like he's on foot.
He's stepping into an alley.

We're gonna have
that son of a bitch surrounded.

We'll have him in a few minutes.

Michael--

You did it.

Thanks.

Are you sure we shouldn't
meet your guys at the embassy?

No.

We have your location
off of your cell phone.

You will wait for backup.

Don't move.

You got that?

Yeah, I got that.

Good. Michael.

I'm proud of you.

[ Beeps ]

He say he was proud
of you?

Yeah, he told me
you like to hear that.

Right before he told me
to go for the head shot.

[ Gun Cocks ]

[ Shouts ]

For what it's worth,
I, uh--

I hope this helped.

Nothing helps.

[ Stammers ]

But, um, maybe...

you opened up my eyes a bit.

I know that some of that
wasn't easy to hear.

But that's the one thing
you always get from me,
Mrs. Westen, is the truth.

[ Michael ]
Card lied to us!

- He sent us down here to die.
- [ Fiona ] Did Gray
tell you that?

[ Jesse ] The hell
you talking about?
We don't have time!

- We gotta move!
- [ Engine Starts ]

Drive! Drive!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Jet Engine Roars ]

What is that?
It sounded like an F-18.

[ Sam ]
Card sent an air strike
into Panama?

- That's insane.
- Not really.
Nobody knows we're here.

Card can spin
any story he wants.

Terrorist attack, drug war.

I was never easy on Michael.
I wasn't.

But I did what
I thought I needed to do
because I cared about him.

I do care about him.

You see, I--

I never had
a whole lot of family.

In fact, Michael's
the closest thing
I ever had to a son.

We got maybe 30 seconds
before that F-18 comes
back around to take us out.

Let's not be in here
when it does.

They're firing Mavericks.

If we bail,
we'll never get clear
of the blast radius.

We have to try.
We stop the van.
We get out-- all together.

All right.
Let's do this.

Go!

[ Car Door Closes ]

Brady?

[ Jet Engine Roaring ]

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- Brady!

- [ Sam ] Mike, get under here!
We can't be seen!
- Brady!

I know that this agency
has cost you a lot.

So for what it's worth,
I am deeply, deeply sorry.

Thank you.

I'm glad Michael has you.

Bye.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Rapid Beeping ]

- [ Man ]
Sir?
- Please tell me it's done.

It's taken care of, sir.

[ Beeps ]

[ Flames Crackling ]

[ Sam ]
So... what the hell
do we do now?