All language subtitles for Burn Notice S02E14 Truth and Reconciliation 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DD+5 1 x264-SiGMA_track3_[eng]

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:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

** [ Woman Singing, Indistinct ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Bribery's a lot more difficult
than it sounds.

There's no way to shop around,
so you usually overpay...

for whatever information
you're after.

There's no money-back guarantee
if the information's bad.

And, of course,
the only thing
that you know for sure...

is that you're handing
your money
to a thief and a liar.

I still can't believe
you're giving all this money
to some sleazy bank manager.

I went to a lot of trouble
to find this guy. I don't have
a lot of options here.

Michael, he hid money
for a man who tried
to assassinate you.

Which makes him a good person
to know if I'm trying
to find that assassin.

You're going to this meeting
unarmed with no information.
It's a tactical risk.

Fi, I was warned
not to meet you the first time.
Yeah!

I almost
blew off your hand
with a block of C-4.

And I made a friend.
Maybe I'll make another one.

Watch my back.

[ Sighs ]

Gustavo.

[ Latin Accent ]
You have the money?

Mmm, no small talk?
How was the flight?

Bad. All the way here,
I wonder why I do this.

You came here because
I'm giving you a lot of money
for a little information.

I just want a name,
a few numbers,
and you're back on a plane.

First, I need to know
how you found me.

Bank secrecy regulations
in the Cayman Islands
are not easy to penetrate.

I have friends.
[ Scoffs ]
What friends?

I don't even know
who you are or why
you want this information.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When someone's asking
for sensitive information,

it's basic security to make sure
that the person you're dealing
with is who he says he is.

An easy way is to
change details that
the other person would know.

Gustavo,
we talked about this
on the phone.

I'm giving you $8,000
for a file. Part of what
that money buys is privacy.

I-I don't care what I said
on the phone.

You don't tell me
what I want to know,
you don't get this file.

8,000, no 8,000.

The deal I made with Gustavo
was for $10,000,
not $8,000.

He was very clear
about that number.

And we never
talked on the phone.
You wanna tell me who you are?

[ No Accent ]
I can explain.

[ Screams ]

No!

- [ Yelling ]
- No, no, no!

Michael, what happened?
He didn't wanna make friends.

Hey, Mike.
Look what I got for you, huh?

That's my police buddy.
It was his day off.

We went out on his boat.
Did you get anything
besides the fish?

I got a peek at a police file
from the Caymans.

Seems like the real Gustavo
was found dead in a bar.

I guess that's what you get
if you run payroll
for an assassin.

Hey, where do you
want me to put this?
Sink.

Did you catch it?
No.
Buddy of mine did.

But I figured
you could use the protein.
Thanks.

So there was nothing
on my friend with the knives?

No. Except that
he's as dead as that fish.

Probably got smuggled in.

Fi knows some people
who make extra-special
travel arrangements.

I'm supposed to meet her
at the Carlito for lunch.

Bring the fish.
Maybe they'll cook it for you.

Mr. Westen?
That depends.

My name is Claude Laurent.
I need help. I found someone
who worked with you before.

He said that you were
a good man and once worked
for the government?

Yeah, I was
a government worker.
Oh.

Please. Please.

I can pay you.
What exactly do you need?

Several years ago,
my daughter Veronique
was murdered in Haiti.

I am here to bring the man
who killed her to justice.

I'm not sure what
you heard about me,

but a murder in Haiti,
that's not, uh--

No, no.
He is here.
No. I can't go there.

See?

Jean-Pierre Duman.
He has a new name.

I have this too.

It's from
the Inter-American Court
of Human Rights.

We use it to make him come back
to Haiti and stand trial.

Duman was
an official in Haiti.

Veronique spoke out
against him.

He had her put in prison,
and then he had her killed.

Uh, Mr. Laurent, this is not
gonna work in an American court.

Who is this man
with the fish?

The man with the fish
is right.

You don't even have proof
of Duman's identity.

No, no, no, no.
I have found him, and--

Claude, listen to me.
I'm sure Veronique
would want you to go home...

and live out the rest
of your life remembering--

You know nothing
of my daughter.

You do not deserve
to speak her name.

They said you were
an honorable man.

They lied.

- What?
- Nothin'.

Just waitin'
for Fi to show up.

You know, Mike, uh,
back in the day,

I had some buddies
who worked in Haiti.

Saw some of
those prisons.
Bad, Mike.

Very bad.
Sam.

Lot of guys got away
with a lot of bad stuff.

Evil.

Always wished I could
do more, honestly.

Sam, he's got
a worthless letter.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Probably just a big fat
waste of time.

Just forget all about it.
A man and his daughter--

You want me to check out Duman?
Is that what you want me to do?
[ Chuckles ]

I made some calls
when I was taking a leak.

I found addresses of
a couple places he hangs out.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah, Mom.

Michael,
I need you to come over.
There's been a break-in.

All right.
I'll be right there.

So, this was
the break-in, Mom?

I didn't even know
you still owned this car.

I park it at Mrs. Gartelman's.
They took the tape deck,
Michael.

What do you want me
to do about it?

Well, not you. We.
I mean, they're having break-ins
all over the neighborhood.

There's a real crime spree.
And I thought that the two of us
could look into it together.

Well, how about
I get you a new stereo?

It's not about the stereo.
I got the descriptions
of the boys who did it.

So, call the police.
Yeah, right.

They're not gonna do
anything about this,
and you know it.

Could you at least give me
a ride to the store?

'Cause the car won't start now.

Because the tape deck
is stolen?

Hey, blame your father.
He installed the radio.

He wired the damn thing
to the ignition.

[ Groans ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spend enough time
in international hot spots,

and you learn that a lot
of the worst monsters on earth
are just spoiled rich kids.

Mass murderers come in
many shapes and sizes,

but they tend to drink
the same brands of champagne.

That's the guy.
Jean-Pierre Duman.

His dad was
a regional governor.

Damn near turned corruption
into an art form.
Died a few years back.

Jean-Pierre went into
the family business?

Yeah. Party boy there
ran the local prison.

Anybody complained,
they went there.
Lucky ones were just executed.

Then after the election,
the whole family disappeared
with most of the island's G.N.P.

Disappeared till now?
Well, yeah.
Now he's Luc Renard.

He chases skirts,
throws parties at
his place on Star Island.

Mike, I'm telling you,
we can do this.

You mean, prove he's Duman.

Yeah. And you
know how it is.

Nobody throws out everything
when they go off grid. We just
gotta get into his place.

Into his high-security place
on Star Island?

Mike, nothing worth doin'
is easy, and nobody
loves easy more than me.

- But it's true.
- [ Beeping ]

Fiona. Feel like
coming to a party?

[ Michael Narrating ]
People love the sound
of their native tongue.

Even the most
security-conscious person
often lets his guard down...

when he hears somebody
who speaks his language.

If that somebody happens to be
in a designer dress--

[ French Accent ]
What, I can't go in?
so much the better.

[ Speaking French ]

I will see you both later?

No, no, you won't.

Oh.
And what do you suppose
I will be doing later?

I'll think of something.

I don't even know
your name.

Luc Renard.

Claire Honoré.

Come.
Party at my house.

** [ Stereo: Dance ]
[ Chattering ]

Bonsoir.
Is this yours?

Yes.
Do you like it?
Oui.

Does it belong to your family,
or did you buy
all this all by yourself?

You know,
I don't like
to talk business.

Come. Let me show you
the rest of the house.

Where does this lead?
Ah, this leads nowhere.

Come this way.
I have the biggest
bathtub in Miami.

Well, if it's so big,
maybe we should invite
a friend or-or two.

No?

[ Chuckles ]

Give me a minute.

[ Beeping ]
[ Cell Phone Buzzing ]

Yeah, Fi.
I'm in his office.

There's not much here.
Well, then get out.

If Duman catches you,
you're not getting out of there
with a stern conversation.

Well, it's a shame
to waste the opportunity.
I'm planting a bug.

This is the house
of Jean-Pierre Duman!

He murdered my daughter!

Come out and show yourself,
Jean-Pierre!

You cannot hide
from your crime!

Our Haitian friend
just crashed the party.

And it looks like
Monsieur Duman is not too happy
about his new guest.

Go out and
take care of it.

Now! Go!
Jean-Pierre!

You have 30 seconds to get here
before Duman kills another
member of the Laurent family.

[ Beeps ]

You're driving
my car back.
No problem, Mike.

Come out, Duman!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Staying hidden isn't always
about sticking to the shadows.

Get in the car, now!

In fact, if your enemy's eyes
are adjusted to the dark,

there's no better place to be
than behind the brightest
light you can find.

- [ Man ]
Shoot the lights!
- [ Man #2 ] Go! Hurry!

Why did you come?
Why did you change
your mind?

Because that's
the kind of guy he is.

He's an honorable man,
just like they told you. He's
just a little slow sometimes.

So, where
do we go from here?

You go back to Haiti.
I am not leaving.

I am staying
until it is done.

We have more experience
with this kind of thing.

I can help.
I found Duman when
no one else could find him.

[ Chuckles ]
Listen, Claude.

You've done your part.
Now let us do ours.
We'll get the guy.

How?
How will you do that?

By getting him
to give us evidence
proving who he is.

Now, Mike is
a very convincing guy.

Trust me.
You can count on him.

But you need to go home.

It's better for everyone.
You understand?

Yes. I understand.
Good.

[ Shouting, Chattering ]

So, I asked around about
who might have brought...

your knife-wielding
fake banker
into the country.

It was rough.
I mean,

the Miami gun smugglers
and the Miami people smugglers,
they don't get along.

And I've always been
more of a gun person.

Sure as hell
not a people person.
You wanna take over, Sam?

Oh, wait.
That's right. I forgot.

All your friends
wear uniforms,
which makes you useless.

Hey, who found out
about this guy
in the first place, huh?

Sam, Fi.
Just keep looking.

I intend to.

Good news
on the Haitian front.

I got an angle on Duman.

His family used to do business
with Flintridge Industries.

It's a big multinational
that built all the prisons.

F.B.I.'s been nosing
around 'em for years.

You still in touch
with those F.B.I. agents...

that were on the
"Follow Michael Westen
around Miami" beat?

I can make a call,
but we didn't part
on the best of terms.

Well, I think it's time
to mend some fences, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you've spent time
working for the government,

you understand that
it's a game with its own rules.

If you wanna make
the government work for you,

you have to understand
how the game is played.

An F.B.I. agent might hate you,
but if working with you...

gets him out of an assignment
he hates even more,
you've got yourself a partner.

Hey, guys!
What's goin' on? Huh?

Oh, wow.

She looks dangerous.

Cute, Sam.
You know you're interfering
with a federal investigation?

What is she, like, 80?
Did she steal
somebody's dentures?

It's a racketeering case.
Biggest drug-smuggling family
in South Florida.

Oh.
Is she the boss?

Boss's grandmother.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, man. You should check
the film speed in that camera.

At the rate she's moving,
you don't wanna miss anything.

What do you want, Axe?
I come bearing gifts.
I have a peace offering.

A case that you guys
can take back to your office
and be proud of.

You might even get
a commendation
from the higher-ups.

This more crap like
the stuff you gave us
on Westen?

Hey, I never lied
to you guys about him.

Well, sure,
I forgot some stuff.

What is it, Sam?
We've got work to do here.

He's an international fugitive,
hiding in Miami
under a new identity,

related to an investigation
you guys are already doing.

Mm-mmm. That's a whole
different department, Sam.

Years in court.
Listen, guys.

Just check it out, all right?
We've had our differences,

but I know you F.B.I. guys
bust your ass every day
to do the right thing.

I'll give you
a time and a place.

Just check it out.

Watch out for Granny.
You know, if you guys want me
to take her out, let me know.

All right, good luck.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Being a fugitive takes work.
When you're being hunted,

hiding isn't something
you can do effectively
without help.

So the best way
to catch a fugitive
isn't to approach him...

as one of the people
hunting him down,

it's to approach him
as one of the people who can
help him stay on the run.

Ladies, I'm terribly sorry,
but I have a very important
meeting with Mr. Duman.

Now, could you excuse us?

- Who are you?
- Me?

My name is Owen Matthews.
But the more important
question is, who are you?

If you don't wanna have
a very public,

very uncomfortable conversation
on that topic right now,

I'd ask these ladies
to leave.

What do you want?

What makes you think
you can just sit at my table?
What gives you that right?

You know,
I don't like to have
a meeting like this,

but when I find
Jean-Pierre Duman...

sitting in a restaurant
with F.B.I. agents outside,

it is my obligation
to sit down.

I've got a job to do.
The people I work for
pay me a lot of money...

to make sure
they don't land
in federal prison.

The people I work for
are very concerned
right now...

about the legal problems
of Jean-Pierre Duman.

I don't know what
you're talking about.
My name is Luc Renard.

Luc Renard. Yeah,
call yourself whatever you like.
It doesn't matter what I think.

It matters what they think
because they're the ones
following you.

They're the ones
who will be
asking you questions.

This conversation is over.
Just give me
a few more minutes.

You need to hear
what I have to say.
Speak.

The people I work for
were at
Flintridge Industries...

back when the company
was working with
the Duman family.

I've been hired
to sanitize the record
of those years.

I'm here to help you,
Jean-Pierre.
My name is Luc Renard.

No, it's not.
Not yet.

There is still a trail
that exists linking who
you are with who you were.

I am here
to redirect that trail,
Jean-Pierre.

Until I do,
everyone's in jeopardy.

You, my clients,
everyone.

Let go... of my arm.

I'm not
the problem here.

I'm the solution.
Call me.

Hey, Maddy.
Hey, Sam.
What are you doing here?

Uh, Mike said
your ignition
needed some work.

I'm already taking care of it.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm not helpless, Sam.

Have you ever had
your car broken into?
No, mostly just broken.

Well, I told the police
I want a list...

of all the reported break-ins
in this area
over the last six months.

Do you know these types
of crimes tend to cluster?

- I read that.
- Mmm. Very impressive.

- Don't pretend.
- [ Chuckles ]

This is gonna take time.
I have a partner stretching
class in half an hour.

- Can you give me a ride?
- Uh... sure.

Yeah, I can get you
over there.
Great.

'Cause I need a partner too.
All right?

So you can hang out
for the class,
and then give me a ride back.

Partner stretching?
That sounds painful.

Ooh, boy.
[ Groans ]

[ Mutters ]
You all right, Sam?

[ Chuckles ]
This body was not built
for the hip adductor stretch.

Ooh.
[ Sighing ]

What? I got
an inflamed bursal sac.
I gotta ice it down.

Look, Mike, I think it's best
if you deal with your mom
about the car.

[ Duman ]
The F.B.I.,
they know my real name.

Is that the bug
in Duman's office?
Yeah.

What do I pay you for?
To protect me.
To keep your hands on things.

[ Man ] We found
the license plate of the car
that was here at the gate, sir.

The man with the megaphone.
[ Duman ]
So, who was he?

His name is Claude Laurent,
and he's staying at the Golden
Sunset Motel down by the beach.

I don't know.
Maybe he talked to the F.B.I.
Then why are we here?

Take me, now!
Mike, Claude didn't
leave Miami.

We gotta get over there.
Before Duman sends him home
in a body bag.

Oh, boy. Yeah.
[ Groaning ]

Well, lookee there.

We've got our own
little death squad right here
in the U.S. of A.

Hold on, Sam.
Stay here.

Mike, I'm pretty sure this
is a two-man job, you know,
once the shooting starts.

I'm gonna see if
I can keep the shooting
from starting.

Tell me you guys
aren't this stupid.

What the hell
are you doing here?

What do you think
I'm doing here?

I'm here because the guy
in this motel is pretty pissed
at the Duman family...

and causing problems
for my clients.

But let me ask you, Luc,
what are you doing here?

Last we spoke,
you hadn't even heard
of the Duman family.

Get out of my way.
You think this is gonna
solve anything?

No. This is gonna
solve nothing.

It is gonna
cause us problems.
It's gonna make it worse--

worse for me, worse for
my clients, worse for you.
Move!

Oh, Mike.

You kill that man,
you validate
everything he says.

That means news attention,
attention from the F.B.I.
I cannot let that happen.

You say you can
change the past!
How?

Yes. I can change that.

I can take everything
that connects you
back to Haiti.

Every document,
every bank statement,
all of it.

I can clean it
and hand you back
a whole new you.

A Jean-Pierre Duman
who never has to hide again.

Now, choose.
I can change your story
or end it.

Come to my house.
Tomorrow.

Your house?
Is that Jean-Pierre Duman's
house or Luc Renard's?

We will see.

[ Exhales Sharply ]

No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
You said you were
going to leave town.

No. You said
it would be safer
for me to go.

I said I understood.
And I do.

You put yourself
in danger!

I do not want safety,
Mr. Westen.

I want justice.

Claude. We said
we would handle this.

You think your daughter
wants you to get
yourself killed?

That is what they said
when I wanted to go
to the prisons to find her.

That is what they said
when I wanted to go
to the newspapers.

I failed her before.

I will not fail her again.

- You were not responsible.
- I was a coward!

But never again.

I will not leave...

until Jean-Pierre Duman...

is returned to Haiti...

to face
what he has done.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Working covert ops,
you learn to exploit weakness.

You manipulate greed,
fear, pride...

to make people do
what you want.

But when you're dealing
with true believers,
those weaknesses aren't there.

All you can do is help
or get out of the way.

Wait.

You won't be safe
at your motel.

I would like you
to stay here.

[ Fiona ]
It seems my people skills
are improving, Michael.

[ Michael ] You found the guy
who smuggled in our fake banker
from the Cayman Islands?

I found where he keeps his boat.
And he just arrived.

- Go easy on him, Fi.
- You're breaking up.

[ Beeps ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, it's usually
best to be unknown.

It allows you to adjust
to any situation and be
whoever you need to be.

However, there are
certain advantages
to being known.

A reputation can be
a powerful tool.

You leaving?
I was just, uh--

You just got here.
I forgot something.

I have to go get the thing
that I forgot.

[ Sighs ]
Look, I don't want any trouble.

But we haven't had
a chance to meet. Fiona.
Yeah, I know who you are.

You shot up Paco's boat,
and you set fire to
that guy's place up in Boca.

Well, they interfered with
one of my gun shipments.

-But you wouldn't do that,
would you, Gary? We're friends.
-What do you want?

Well, I need to know about a guy
who came in a few days ago,
called himself Gustavo.

He liked to play
with knives.

He's dead, Gary.
He fell off
a parking garage.

I brought him in on
a run-up from the Caymans.
He paid cash. That's it.

[ Sighs ]
You know, I gotta tell you,

I'm a little
disappointed, Gary.

I expect so much more
from my friends.

I brought him in.
I dropped him off
at a storage unit.

- I never saw him again.
- A storage unit. That's good.

You wouldn't happen to have
the address of that storage
unit, would you, Gary?

Ma!
What, honey?

Have you seen
Dad's power sander?

What?
I've been to
your place, Michael.

Your sander's better
than your father's.

What are you,
checking on my progress?

I've seen guided missiles
with simpler circuitry.
Why don't you just let me--

I can do this.
How's Sam?
[ Chuckling ]

Recovering.
Your stretching class
nearly killed him.

Well, what doesn't kill him
will make him stronger.

Believe me.
I know.

[ Coughs ]
I don't think that applies
to cigarettes, Ma.

You wanna go down
to the police station
with me?

They're gonna
show me photos of every
burglar in the area.

- No. I gotta--
- Michael, what is so important
you couldn't do that with me?

I'm helping a man find justice
for his murdered daughter.

Well, if you need
any help with that, honey,
you let me know.

I think I found
the storage facility
where Gustavo kept his stuff.

Not too much damage done,
I hope?
Oh, no.

I didn't have
to lift a finger.

My reputation
precedes me,
apparently.

You should think about moving
into one of these storage units.

Some of them have
air conditioning.
It would be a step up.

I'll keep it in mind.
[ Clears Throat ]

Call the storage unit
and make some inquiries.

Let 'em know
Gustavo passed away...

and that you're
coming by after hours
to check on the unit.

I think
I can handle that.

And you can say hello
to Monsieur Duman for me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most people have a hard time
letting go of their past.

The same guy who will burn
a village to the ground
without a thought...

often won't throw away
an old necktie...

because it reminds him
of his high school graduation.

If you know what you're doing,
you can hang him
with that necktie.

Come in.

How does this work,
what you do?

You give me
everything you have.

Your passport,
your medical records,

your financial records,
everything from
the old days.

Everything that ties you
to the name
Jean-Pierre Duman.

And then?
We give you
a new set of records.

[ Michael On Radio ]
The money siphoned
from the government...

turns into income
from overseas investments.

You get a new
travel record proving...

you weren't even in the country
when your enemies
died in prison.

I handle it all.

My family left the island
of Haiti in a hurry.

These are some of the things
we thought we might need.

My father wanted to burn them,

but I thought perhaps someday--

You made the right choice.
No man should ever have
to hide forever.

I'll take these
and start cleaning them.

Wait. First, my father
would like to speak to you.

Your father?
I read
that your father--

Was dead, yes.
Back in Haiti, we buried
another man in his place.

- Oh.
- Oh, no.
Daddy's still alive.

He's old-fashioned,
my father.

He wants me
to sit in the house
and hide from the cameras.

But I told him about you.
He did not believe.

But I said that
you would explain.

So,

this is the man
who can change the past.

I called some people
I know long ago...

at Flintridge Industries.

They do not know you.

Tell me, why is this?

Some big
misunderstanding.

Let's clear it up though.
Who did you talk to?
Sam?

Because Sam is
who I talked to.
Let me get him on the phone.

You know Sam.
He's got the, uh-- the big
office with the big windows,

south side
of the building,
the glass doors.

You know,
where you can walk
right out onto the balcony.

There is... no such man.

Who are you?

Papa, wait.
He said--

He knew about the prisons,
about Flintridge,
about the money. He--

How many times...

I tell you to be careful?

But he warned me...

that the F.B.I.
was investigating us.

Tell him.
[ Michael Narrating ]
It takes a lot longer...

to pull a gun than
most people think it does.

Almost five seconds on average
to draw and line up a shot.

Whether this is good news
or bad news depends on
what side of the gun you're on.

Kill him! Get him!

[ Man ]
Get him!

Hey, hey, hey.

The papers are gone.
They know we're looking.
They'll have burned 'em by now.

So that's it?
Now we can do nothing?

I didn't say that.
The papers were just a way
to get him to Haiti.

I assume there are people
who can identify him there
without papers?

Yes.
Uh, many people.

It's time for Duman
to take a trip back home.
I like it.

- Fi, can you get Duman
away from his bodyguards?
- Oui.

Sam, can you get us a truck?

For the chance
to take these guys down,
I'll get us a convoy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're abducting someone,

transportation usually
isn't the issue.

There's no trick
to driving a truck
with someone hidden in the back.

The challenge is getting them
into the truck.

You can walk them in,
drag them in,

or let gravity do the work
and drop them in.

Well, that should do it.

I just hope it's not
too comfortable.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

My guys in ties.
We checked out Duman.

Looks like the information you
gave us is good for once, Axe.
He's a real son of a bitch.

Thing is, there's not
a whole lot we can do,
not without proof of who he is.

Damn shame, really.

Right.
But the thing is,
if you still wanna help--

Come on, Axe.
You know as well as I do...

we can't do anything official
unless we got warrants.

- Whole thing's gotta
go up the chain.
- Yeah. I figured.

But unofficially,
what'd you have in mind?

** [ Man Singing In French ]

Eh?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spend time with corrupt,

homicidal Third World
political figures,
and you hear a lot of self-pity.

What kind of man
throws his political enemies
in prison...

and tortures them to death?

Usually it's a guy who feels
so sorry for himself, he feels
justified doing anything.

Killers, by and large,
are whining losers.

But that doesn't make them
any less dangerous.

[ Duman ]
I do not want to be disturbed.

Understand?
[ Chuckling ]

Lie down on your stomach.

Close your eyes.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most over-the-counter
allergy medicines...

contain mild sedatives.

[ French ]
[ Chuckles ]

In the right dosage,
they cause
a pleasant drowsiness.

In the wrong dosage,

they cause dizziness,
hallucinations
and unconsciousness.

What was that?

My secret.

[ Groaning ]

[ Pounding On Door ]
[ Man ]
Mr. Duman!

Mr. Duman!

Michael!

[ Pounding Continues ]
Mr. Duman!
Open the door!

Mr. Duman,
are you okay?
[ Grunts ]

Mr. Duman,
open the door, sir!

[ Muffled Shouting ]

Calm down. Keep screaming
all the way back to Haiti,

you're gonna be hoarse
for your trial.

I guess he can't change
the past after all.

You need to get going.
Sam has a friend
with a boat.

He'll get you both
back to Haiti.

You'll go now?
Yes.

My daughter, she--
she would have liked you.

She was very brave.

Like her father.

[ Engine Starts ]

Michael.

What are those for?
Well, I thought I'd, uh,

help you with
the rewiring of the car
if you needed it.

I did it!

Really? You rewired
the car by yourself?

I did it.

I went through some of
your father's old papers.

I found this diagram,
and I just put the wires back
where they were supposed to be.

It wasn't that hard, Michael.

I don't know
what to say.

Ooh!
They caught them.

Teenagers breaking into garages.
I watched them come out
of Mr. Howell's house.

I recognized the photographs,
and I called the cops.

You know,
I think your father wired
the car the way he did...

'cause I think he thought...

if he was the only one
who could fix it,
that we'd always need him.

Be more useful, you know.
Part of the family.

So did you catch yours?

The guy who killed
the girl?

Yeah.
Yeah, I did.

Good for you, sweetheart.

Hey, Sam.
Your buddy's boat
make it back to Haiti okay?

Uh, yeah.
The Coast Guard kept clear,
thanks to you guys.

- We have no idea what
you're talking about, Axe.
- Yeah, right.

Well, I got
a list of officials
who took kickbacks...

from Flintridge Industries
back in the day.

It's probably enough
for you guys to go
after Papa Duman too.

Little bird told me.
Little bird, huh?

Mm-hmm. He thought
it would keep him from
being returned to the nest.

And I figured
this could buy you guys
some time away from Granny.

Not exactly by the book, Axe.

Or I could send you
a bouquet with a nice card.

We'll find a way to use this.

Man, all this talking
makes me hungry.
But mostly thirsty.

Drinks on Uncle Sam.
Yeah. Come on, guys.

Cough it up.
Mojito!

You called the storage place?
Manager knows
we're coming.

For the record, Michael,
I don't like this plan.

What plan?

You using yourself
as bait...

to see if whoever
sent Gustavo after you
takes another crack.

That's what I would do.

[ Sighs ]
You gonna let me back
you up for real this time?

Fi.
If you're right,

there's a good chance
he's waiting on a roof
with a rifle...

to take a shot at you.

That's what I would do.

I need him alive.

I need you alive.

You see anything, Fi?

[ Fiona On Radio ]
Not yet.

Maybe it's time
we announced our arrival.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you suspect you're
walking into an ambush,

searching for where
the bad guys are hidden...

is probably going
to get you killed.

Unless you get lucky and
find them in the first place
you look, you are dead.

If you can manage it,
the best move is to make it
impossible to hide.

He's right above you.
He's on the move, Michael.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're in a foot chase,

the trick is to stay
in visual contact...

with whoever you're pursing
until they run out of gas.

Of course, visual contact
doesn't do you much good...

if you're separated
by a 12-foot-high
razor-wire-topped fence.

You should change
your workout, Michael.
You're not doing enough cardio.

Wait.

Did you see him?

[ Michael ]
Yeah. It turns out
we've met before.