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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing...

No cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you...
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend...
- Should we shoot them?

An old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I....

You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too...
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

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

Previously on Burn Notice.

- Name's Tom Strickler.
- What is it that you do, Tom?

It's a bit like an agent.

Like I told you before, I'm
not interested in your money.

It's all about the burn notice
with you, isn't it? I might
be able to help with that.

The fact he's a weasel
doesn't give you pause?

It doesn't feel right.
Promise me you'll walk away.
Fi, I have to go.

[ Strickler ] You do this, you
have my word the powers that be
will review your burn notice.

[ Shutter Clicks ]

For you. Happy birthday.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah?
Michael.

I just got a call
from Washington.

There's been some movement
on your burn notice.

This is just
the beginning, superstar.

I just can't stay here
in Miami and watch.

Fi? Fiona?

[ Door Closes ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you work
as a covert operative,

there's no line
between who you are
and what you do.

You are who you need to be
for the operation.

It makes you effective.
It keeps things simple.

But when you spend so much time
living as someone else,

sometimes the people
you care about most...

begin to wonder
who you really are.

- Michael?
- I'm upstairs, Fi.

What's that you're driving?
It didn't sound
like your car outside.

It's a rental.
I sold my car.

Really?

Your car didn't exactly
have a pink slip.

Oh, the buyer didn't mind,
not at that price.

This, uh...
This moving out of town thing.

If you're trying
to make a point...

I'm not trying
to make a point,
I'm trying to make a change.

[ Sighs ]

I'm going home.
I told my mother
to expect me.

We had one fight
and you decide
to go back to Ireland?

This isn't about
one fight, Michael.

If you didn't see this coming,
then you weren't
paying attention.

You're too worried
about your own future...

for there to be one for us.

I'm not doing this for me.
I'm out in the cold.

The longer I stay there,
the more I endanger
everyone in my life.

Don't you pretend
this is about us.
It's about you!

Which is fine.

It's... It's just time I did
what I need to do... too.

- Michael?
- Yeah.

Have you seen
my H & K U.S.P. Compact?

The one with the silver slide?

I need to finish packing
and I think I must have
left it here.

Yeah. I, um...

I think I saw it
around here somewhere.

I'll find it and I'll bring it
to you. You're not
leaving today, are you?

No.

[ Door Closes ]

** [ Latin ]
** [ Man Singing In Spanish ]

Someone must have
made themselves
a powerful new friend.

It's not every day the guy
running the agency warehouse
in Miami...

gets a call
from the deputy director.

So?
Your file just landed
on his desk.

So this is being
taken seriously.

Over my strenuous
objection, but I seem to be
the only one who thinks...

this is a waste
of the agency's time.

Great. So, uh, will you be
the one running my review?

I'm just the liaison.
Various regional experts
will be doing your review.

They'll get to tear apart
the story...

of poor misunderstood
Michael Westen...

and put you
on the black list
for good.

You know, if I were you, Diego,
I'd start preparing myself
for disappointment.

Funny,
I was gonna give you
the same advice.

I'll be calling you
to set up
the first meeting soon.

Don't you want
to wish me luck?
Not really.

But I'm supposed to tell you
to stay out of trouble.

You're tiptoeing
through a minefield.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason spies
try to stay detached.

When you get emotional
about something,

even if it's just
your ex-girlfriend's
.45 caliber handgun,

you get distracted.

And getting distracted
can be very, very dangerous.

Michael.

You remember my brother Sean?
You met back in Ireland?

Michael McBride.
It's been a while.

Last I saw you,
you were saving my sister...

from those English bastards
had her pinned down in Belfast.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies need to remember every
cover I.D. they've ever worn,

because you never know
when you might need
to put one back on.

[ Irish Accent ]
Yeah, it was a good thing
they were such lousy shots,

otherwise Fiona
and I'd have been saying
our last Hail Marys together.

Glad you're here.
We could use another man
who can shoot a gun.

- Why is that?
- It's bad news, McBride.

Someone's coming
to kill my sister.

This is it. Don't you
have any real guns?

I am in the middle of a move.

All of my big toys
are packed up on a boat,
waiting to be smuggled back.

America's taken its toll, Sis.

You've lost your edge
and your accent.

Hey. O'Neill is looking
for an Irishwoman.

I'm not gonna hold up
a neon sign that says,

"Here I am.
Come blow my head off."

Look, I'm way behind,
and it sounds like
I can't afford to be,

so start from the beginning.

His name is Thomas O'Neill.

One of those
ultraradical bastards.

Kind of man who'd
blow up a church on a Sunday.

Kind of man I'd love to kiss
with a chainsaw.

And why does
he want you dead, Fi?

- It's a long story.
- Talk quickly then.

You don't need
a history lesson, McBride.

All that matters
is O'Neill's supposed
to be making his move today.

And we're not suitably armed.

I'll make a call.
I know someone who delivers.

We'll need some proper hardware.
How quick can they get here?

Not quick enough.
Is that him?

That's Thomas O'Neill.
Bloodthirsty hooligan got here
faster than I expected.

We need to move now.
No.

[ Hammer Cocks ]
I'm gonna teach
the son of a bitch...

how to breathe
through the top
of his skull.

We're outnumbered.
Do the math.

But they think Fiona's alone.
We can dig in, surprise 'em.

No, we can't.
That's a trained
extraction team.

We leave now or we die.

That's one
in the corner.
He didn't see us.

[ Michael ]
Well, he's seen us now.

She came out the back.
She's on foot
and she's not alone.

Spread out.
Sweep the neighborhood.
Come on. Come on.

Let's move!

We need a car, now.
I'll get us one.
Stay here.

[ Normal Voice ]
You never told him?
No, Michael.

Not even a Glenanne
would forgive me...

for working
with an American spy.

Everyone at home
still thinks
you're from Kilkenny.

- Sean can never know.
- Don't worry, he won't.

Better not.
[ Beeping, Rings ]

Hey, Mike...
Sam, we have
a situation.

Someone's in town
trying to kill Fi.

Her brother Sean
has come into town
to protect her.

So we need a place to lay low.
Jesus. Okay,
let me make a call.

Thanks. And Sam?
What have I told you
about my time in Ireland?

Uh, not much, Mike.

[ Irish Accent ] My name's
Michael McBride and you're
just gonna have to roll with it.

[ Tires Squealing ]

You must be Sean.
Sam Axe.

Okay, Sam.
What's your background?

We're doing
background checks now?
McBride knows me.

Well, I don't know you.
That's enough, Sean.

I trust him.
Fiona trusts him.
Now so do you.

We good here?
Yeah.
It's a new foreclosure.

My real estate buddy
doesn't expect anybody here
for at least a month.

[ Fiona ]
Better not take that long
to get rid of O'Neill.

So why is this guy
so hot for you, Fi?

I thought you bit the heads off
all your old boyfriends.

I met O'Neill
while I was looking for
the men who killed my sister.

You had a sister?
You never mentioned
that before.

I don't like to talk about it.

[ Sean ]
There were seven of us...
five boys, two girls.

Claire was the youngest.

When she was taken,
I was angry and I was loud.

O'Neill thought
I was as radical as he was,

and he told me
about a bombing he was planning
at a prep school.

And you made sure
those explosives
never made it to the target.

A few years later
he resurfaced
and came after me.

It's one of the reasons
that I left home.

After Fi left,
O'Neill disappeared again.

I hoped he'd blown himself up.

But then word got out
Fi was in touch
with folks in Dublin.

Suddenly O'Neill
is back on the grid
and on his way to Miami.

Right.
Fiona, you and Sean
will stay at the house.

- Sam and I...
- To hell with that.

With four of us looking,
we'll find him faster.

- He knows you and Sean.
- If you think you're dealing
with him all by yourself...

We'll discuss the dealin'
when we do the findin'.

But Sam and I
are doin' the findin'.

First you say run,
now you say hide.

- I crossed an ocean
to tear a man's limbs off...
- Sean.

There's no point
in fighting with him.

Trust me.

I am not
one of your damn clients.

So, do we love this place,
or what?

I almost didn't go for it,
but then I thought,
"I'm worth it."

Well, you are, Strickler.
Look, my day just got crazy,
so...

Oh, no time for a tour, huh?

Well, whenever you're ready,
it'll be here.

So you know how this
is gonna work, right?

Apparently they're gonna look
at my, uh, activities
when I was regularly employed.

But I get to set
the record straight.

Well, straight-ish
might be a better term.

What does that mean?
There are delicate issues.

Phrases to avoid,
phrases to employ.
It needs proper handling.

- Truth doesn't need handling.
- The truth?

Oh, come on. You are not
in the truth business, Michael.

You never were.

Look, partners
have to trust each other.

So trust me when I say
that right now
your reputation is valuable.

People fear you.
We can use that.
To make you money.

Michael, did you really think
rebuilding a reputation
would be free?

Money greases palms,
opens doors, buys documents,

and it puts Michael Westen
right back where he wants to be.

Now, understand,
this project
is very delicate,

so let's not break it.

I'm gonna send you
some paperwork tomorrow.

Your side of the story.
Study up.

Hey, Mikey.

This is Thomas O'Neill's
Interpol file?

Yeah. You'd think a guy
who crossed an ocean
to kill Fi...

would have a file
with a little more meat
on its bones.

That's it.
I thought
he was supposed to be...

this one-man, ultraradical,
splinter group.

Well, he's got the reputation,
but not the rap sheet.

This looks like he's not
tied to anything.

He isn't. Interpol thinks
he's freelancing.

They like him for
about 12 bombings in Europe.

All with the same chemical
signature, but nobody
can pin anything on the guy.

O'Neill has some
known associates in the States.
They're money guys.

One of 'em just bought a condo
in South Beach.

My bet is
it's not a vacation home.
We should get eyes on it.

- [ Knocking ]
- [ Guns Cocking ]

What are you two doing?
Would you put
those things away?

Mom, wait. Mom.

Hey, come on in.

Boys,

this is Tiffany.

Hi, Tiffany Ward,
Tiffany Ward Realty.

Mom, are you selling the house?

I was thinking about it.

With you about to get
your old job back
and Fi heading home,

I just thought maybe
it was about time
I made a change myself.

Can we start
in the bedrooms?
Sure, they're in the back.

I raised two boys here.

The way they behaved,
it was more like four.

So I think a large family
could live here
very comfortably.

This house
is just filled
with so much love...

Not now, Mikey.
We gotta go.

Just sayin', Mike.
It's okay if your head
is spinning.

First it's
your girl, now it's
your childhood home.

I never liked that house.

Yeah, but you like Fiona, right?

There's O'Neill.

Why does it look like
the Sons of the Lucky Charms
Revolution...

are getting ready for battle?

[ Michael ] Because he knows
Fiona is on his tail.
That's her in the sedan.

Aw, crap.

She must've tracked O'Neill
through his Miami connections.

- She went around me.
- Mike, she thinks
that he's alone.

She has no idea what she's
getting into. It's gonna
be W.W.III down there.

[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
O'Neill is mine.

I'll give you first shot,
but when you miss...

because you broke a nail
or dropped your purse,

I'll step in
and clean him up for you.
[ Ringing Continues ]

She's not picking up.

Sam, give me the keys
to the car.

That's Miss Reynolds's car.

The keys, now!

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

No, don't, Mike.

Hello, gorgeous.
Been waitin' for this.

They knew we were comin'.

No!

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Get back inside, now!

Sorry about the Buick.
There was just no other...

Aw, just... don't.

Aw!

What part of "Sam and I
will do the findin'"
was unclear?

You get on my page now,
or someone's gettin' killed.

No more ignorin' your phone.
No more runnin' off
without...

McBride, stop your lecturin'.
Why do you think we're here?

We came to apologize
and say thanks.

I mean, I'm not thrilled.
The bastard's
still breathing.

But I'm glad
that we are.
Sam, it...

Please, I've been dodging
Miss Reynolds's calls
for an hour.

I'm sure the cops ran
the plates on the Buick...
[ Phone Rings ]

Oh, wait. Here we go.
Yeah, that's her... again.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Now that we've found O'Neill,
how exactly are we
dealing with him?

He needs to find you.
He'll want to talk to anyone
who can help him with that,

which gives me the in I need
to get him and his whole team
busted by the police.

Right. You can't just
walk right up to him.

As soon as
you open your mouth
and he hears you're Irish...

I'll approach him
as an American
with a deal.

Really? Sure you can
pull that off?

[ Normal Voice ]
I've gone undercover
as an American before.

- I'll be fine.
- Dunno.

Your accent's a bit dodgy.

[ O'Neill Clears Throat ]

The uninvited could at least
have the decency
to introduce himself.

My name's unimportant.
You're sittin'
at the wrong table.

Fellas, get him outta here.
I assure you I'm not.

This is the planning committee
for the Glenanne wake, right?

Easy.

What are you gonna do,
play me a song with that?

- What's he gonna do?
- [ All Laughing ]

Funny. I want you to tell me
if you recognize this voice.

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Fiona ] O'Neill
should be in the ground.

[ Sean ]
He and his bloody army
were ready for us.

- We need to leave town now.
- [ Beeps ]

I own a company.
I'm an arms dealer.

If it goes "boom" or "bang"...

or helps unhappy people
kill each other,
I sell it.

Miss Glenanne works for me.

Whatever, pal.
I couldn't care less
about your business.

I want to know
how you come to have
her voice on tape.

My line of work breeds distrust,

which is why
I monitor communications.

And what did I hear
when I listened in
on Miss Glenanne?

An Irishman
named Thomas O'Neill...

has come
with a small army
to Miami to kill her.

You got a lot of brass on you,
fella. I'll give you that.

Now, it won't
surprise you to learn...

I can make her appear
whenever I want,
wherever I choose.

Well, Mr. Magic Man.
If you make her appear now,

I'll buy you
a mighty fine drink.

I wish it were that simple.
But she's doing a job for me.

If she disappears,
I need someone to do
what she no longer can.

I was thinking of you.
I don't deal with people
I don't know.

- You should get to know me.
- Don't think I will.

I found her once.
I'll find her again.

Well...
[ Clears Throat ]

If that doesn't
work out for you,
call me.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

[ Sam ]
I thought the Irish
were impulsive.

Okay, so where are we
if he doesn't go
for your proposition?

In need of a backup plan.
Well, maybe
we should ask Fi.

She might have
a perspective that we don't.
[ Knocking ]

[ Madeline ]
That's
the real estate lady.

Butch, Sundance, cool it.

Hey, make sure to tell her
about the quality craftsmanship
in the new sunroom.

- Hi, you here
about the house?
- No, I'm here about your son.

- Can Michael come out and play?
- What the hell
are you doing here?

Exactly what I said
I would do, delivering
your study materials.

Here it is.

Exactly what you're
going to tell our friends
at the C.I.A.

You want me to say
I worked a job
helping a Somali warlord?

Somali businessman, yeah.
It's an intelligence asset.

It was a real operation.
Lucky for us, all
the U.S. operatives died,

so nobody can say
you weren't there.

Lines up perfectly
with your time
in Africa...

and it helps me set up
a little side project
I have here in Miami.

- What side job?
- Too early
to talk details.

Let's focus on the, uh...
The businessman.

He's agreed to vouch
for your unimpeachable
conduct on the job...

for a price, which I will pay.

No sale. I'm not
clearing my name by getting
in bed with a... murderer.

Stop being so naive.
You're just replacing
one lie with another.

And this lie washes you clean.

Nothing about this is clean.

You need to realize
that this isn't about
telling the world...

the truth about Michael Westen.

This is about getting
your old job back.

In the end,
what does it matter how?

Oh, and please tell your mom
sorry about the drapes.

They looked better
in the catalog. Honestly.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

You take that.
We'll talk later.

[ Beeps ]
Yeah.

It's O'Neill.
[ Door Closes ]

I've had a change
of heart. Let's meet.

He didn't say why?
No.

He just said O'Neill called
and we needed to be ready.

Fiona, why are you
coming home
without McBride?

People are who they are.
They don't change
just 'cause you want them to.

So, you're still
in love with him.

- [ Irish Accent ]
You ready?
- Of course.

- Where we headed?
- I need O'Neill to deliver
a package for me.

What package?
A little gift...

with a big prison sentence
attached to it.

Let's go.
Michael,
you know, I...

I lost one sister.
I can't lose another.

I want to thank you
for protecting Fiona.

You're an honest man,
and I'm honored to be
fighting beside you.

[ Normal Voice ]
Glad you came
to your senses.

[ Chuckles ]
That we'll see.

Now talk.
It's simple.

I'll give you
Miss Glenanne's location.
You get to kill her.

I deliver the girl
and in return...

you deliver a shipment
of assault rifles
to one of my buyers.

I got a better idea.
Fellas?

I'm gonna shoot little bits
off you until you tell me
where she is.

Now where you want the first?
You want your elbow
or your bloody kneecap?

I really don't have time
for this.

Put the gun down
or I'll have you put down.

I'm not sure
you've taken stock
of the situation.

Well, there you go, eh?

You couldn't be trusted,
so I brought insurance.

Take your hands off me
and put the gun down.

Gun goin' down.
Very good.
You can follow orders.

Now, tell me we have a deal.

If you stop
lighting me up
like a little Christmas tree,

then maybe we will
have a deal, yes.

All right, that's the signal.
Turn 'em off.

- Sean, what are you doing?
- I can take them all out.

That is not a risk
you get to take.

I just agreed to your deal.

Simple miscommunication.

Sean, they're gonna
kill McBride.

No, I can get them all.

Sean, turn the laser off.

It's your last chance,
partner, or the deal dies
right here.

So do you.
Get this off me.

Do it.

[ Fiona, Whispering ]
Sean!
[ Click ]

[ Exhales ]

- Wasn't so difficult,
was it?
- We'll talk soon.

- [ Bag Thuds ]
- [ Grunts, Sighs ]

[ Irish Accent ]
That's everything
on your list.

Time to bring
Thomas O'Neill's monster
to life.

[ Fiona ]
Meet O'Neill's
signature bomb.

He's trotted that thing
out 12 times
and never been caught.

Let's make lucky number 13
the one that links him
to all his uncredited work.

Fiona, you remember Jack Tracy
from the bicycle shop
by the church?

I just got off
the phone with him.

The old guy.
He was good to us.
Right.

Real plugged in
to the underground.
Well, he's got bad news.

There's a rumor that
O'Neill's taking you home,
putting you up for sale.

Sounds like there's
a number of folks...

with ample reason
to hate Fiona Glenanne
already showing interest.

That could be a lot of people.

Seems O'Neill is lookin'
to raise his profile
back home.

Thinks you're his ticket.
I should've force-fed him
a bullet when I had the chance.

If you had, you two
would be havin'
this conversation alone.

I could've put them
all down, McBride.
I had a clear shot.

Did you have five clear shots?

I think you're overestimating
your ability to hit
five moving targets.

- You think so?
- I know so.

- Well, how 'bout I...
- How 'bout you shut up!

We have work to do.

** [ Celtic Rock ]
[ Men Chanting ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Bomb makers,
like master chefs,

tend to have a signature dish.

If you can duplicate it,
you can leave their fingerprint
wherever you want.

Some bombs are designed
to remove an obstacle,

some bombs are designed
to be loud and scary,

while other bombs are just
designed to kill and maim.

Rat poison?
It contains
an anticoagulant.

He likes his victims
to hemorrhage
and bleed out.

He wants them to suffer.

He does it for the headlines
and the pictures
splashed on the front page.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
He blows up people
just to spread fear.

Go. Pick up some screws
while you're there.

You two play nice.
You think you can
handle that?

Guess we'll find out, McBride.

Michael?

Hey, Mom.
Sorry I missed your calls.

I came by to, uh,
see if you needed anything.

Sure you did.
That's why you're in here
stealing all my screws.

It's all right.
I don't need to know.

Let's just pretend
that you're helping me
clean my garage...

for my open house.

That sounds good.

So, any other big life changes
you want to tell
your son about?

What? I thought
you'd be thrilled.

I know you never wanted
to come back
to this house again.

No, I didn't, but that's me.
You're the one
who always insisted...

that every single memory
we had here was a good one.

Or did you suddenly
change your mind?

Maybe I finally decided
to move on, Michael.

Something I learned
from my son, no doubt.

Anyway, I didn't want
to feel bad about...

throwing this stuff out
without showing it
to you first, okay?

I ran across it
when I was
showing Tiffany around.

My model airplanes.
Yeah.

There's another box
just like it inside,
in the closet.

You don't want
this stuff anymore?
I was hoping that you would.

This isn't gonna make
any sense to you,

but most people, normal people,

go through their life
collecting boxes
like this.

I just don't want you
to ever look back...

and regret
letting this stuff go.

Now, if you're convinced
that you never will,

I will throw it away for you.

I'll just...
I'll... I'll take a look.
Oh, well,

I'll go get the other box.

Well, this is gonna make O'Neill
look like he's got...

one hell of an interest
in the basement
of the State Department.

He's gonna have a lot
of explaining to do.

That's the noose.

So you think
this slippery Irishman's
gonna stick his head in?

If we want to get him busted,
we need to put him behind
the wheel of this van.

And if he won't do it
on his own, we'll have to
just gently encourage him.

[ Sean ]
McBride.
I'll be right there.

[ Irish Accent ]
Right, Sean.

That's the last
of what you packed.

It's such a shame to leave
so much behind. I was just
getting comfortable.

I know you're trained
to walk away from everything
in 30 minutes or less, but...

- It's not easy
for everyone.
- [ Sighs ]

I can't believe
in a few days I'm gonna
wake up back home.

And you'll be you again, Fi.

I wonder what'll it be like.

You'll have
your friends there
and your family.

They don't know me anymore.

You're still
the same person.
No, I'm not.

Who I am now
has so much to do
with what I've done here,

what I've done with you.

[ Whispers ]
Fi.

I...

It's okay, Michael.
We're so not good
at this.

McBride, everything
taken care of?

Yeah. Let's go, then.

Sean, you have to stop
parking your stolen car
on the side streets.

It's too exposed.
What?

I left it
in a parking lot
this morning.

That's not your Toyota
a block away,
parked behind some trees?

[ Gunshot ]
[ Groans ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Fiona Screaming ]

Get the girl.
Get the girl outta here now!

- [ Man ]
Do him.
- No. No. He has to live.

[ Screaming Continues ]

You got
some good friends,
Westen.

[ Man ♪2 ]
Come on, man.

- Fiona.
- Michael!

Fiona!
[ Coughs ]

Michael, thank God you're okay.

Just keep holding the pressure.

- I am holding the pressure.
- Oh, damn it. I can't get it.

- Where is she?
- Sorry about leaving you
back there.

Broken ribs weren't a priority.
You were breathin' steady.
Where is she?

I don't know.
I got here, found Sean,
called Maddy.

Sean wouldn't let Sam
take him to the hospital.

He was saying if we got caught
up explaining all this crap
to the cops, we'd never find Fi.

Push harder. Right here.
Okay.

- Why won't it stop?
- How did O'Neill
find the safe h...

All right, walk the perimeters
and keep your radios
on Channel 1.

Hello, sweetheart.
This way. That's right.
Come on in here.

Here you go. Oh.

Stop your nonsense,
sweetheart.
[ Grunting ]

There we go.
Got a nice...

Where's Fiona?

You tell me where Fiona is now!

I'll call you back.
[ Beeps ]

Now, how would I know that?

Thomas O'Neill
stopped one of his men
from executing me.

It sounded like he made a deal
with someone to keep me alive.
I thought of you.

Bravo.
Put that all together
yourself, did you?

No point in denying it.
You would have
figured it out eventually.

- You sent Fiona to her death.
- I sent her home,
like she wanted.

What happens
after she gets there...
Well, she's a big girl.

- Strickler, you have no i...
- Hey, I did this
the cleanest way possible.

Sure, the brother got clipped,
but you were spared.

I'm your goddamn white knight,
Michael.

- You tell me...
- Hey! Hey! Get back.

Get the hell back.
Right now.

I'm gettin'
a little sick
of your ingratitude.

I'm the one
trying to help you out.

You wanted back in?
Well, guess what.

A gun-dealing,
bomb-making girlfriend
wasn't helping your case.

She had to go, and it was clear
you were too attached
to do what needed to be done.

So like a good partner,
I did it for you.

- What the hell
are you doing?
- [ Beep ]

You're staying put
for the next hour.

By then,
the cargo company I hired...

will have Miss Glenanne
and her fan club
in international waters,

heroic rescue attempts
will be impossible,

and you can move on,
knowing there wasn't
a damn thing you could do.

I'll be the bad guy.
You're welcome.

Tell me where she is.

- Get out of my way.
- You don't get to have
the girl and the job.

She doesn't fit
into your future,
our future.

So why don't you
do yourself a favor
and just forget the past.

Fiona is not my past.

Mike, where are you?
Sam, listen to me.

Strickler arranged for O'Neill
to get out of the U.S.
on a cargo ship.

He's been making regular calls
to a charter fishing house
on Key Biscayne.

[ Sam ] That must be
where O'Neill has Fi.
It's perfect.

Those places are secluded.
They got private docks.

Perfect place
to load a prisoner
onto a transport boat.

How's Sean?
He's finally stable.

I'm comin' to get you.

This is the place.
Fi's still here.

- You sure?
- That's the fishing boat.

[ Sam ]
Let's get that bomb
in the bag,

get it on the boat
and call the Coast Guard.

Make sure the feds
catch him with it this time.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Fiona Glenanne.

God, I've waited
a long time
for this moment.

Oh, so have I.

In my version,
I'm stabbing you in the throat
with an ice pick.

- Is that how you saw it?
- [ Chuckles ]

I can't say I did, no.
No, it wasn't like that.

But don't worry,
you'll soon be spending
quite a bit of time...

with some sharp
metal instruments.

You're putting me
on the auction block.

You're not man enough
to do it yourself.

If this was just
about you and me,

I'd be holding
a bloody hammer...

and you'd be chokin'
on a mouthful of teeth,
them little teeth there.

But the thing is,
it's bigger than us, you see.

When I set foot on Irish soil,

it's gonna be
a whole new world for me.

Because there are
some very powerful men...

who are gonna give me
anything I want...

in exchange for you, you see?

Even a seat at the table.

There's no place in Ireland
for a bastard like you.

There's always room
for a patriot.

You're no patriot.
You're a monster...

who wraps himself in a cause
to justify murdering children!

Even your own country
wants you dead.
[ Grunts ]

- You're wrong!
- Hmm, you hit like a girl.

Sam, if anything
happens to me...

Oh, I'm finishing this,
brother. I'm getting Fi
outta there no matter what.

Just don't ever tell her
I said that.

O'Neill, get out here.

What the hell's goin' on?

Get to the boat.
Get to the boat!

Go! All right,
keep 'em covered.
Keep 'em covered!

Move now!

Get to the boat.
Start the boat up!

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Sam, Fiona's clear.
Get 'em on the boat.

Get in the water!
Track the girl down!

She's gone.
Forget her.

No! We need
to get to the boat.

- [ Beeps ]
- Sam, you got eyes on Fi?

I don't see her, Mikey.
I'm calling it in.

[ Shouting ]

[ Man ]
Coast Guard.
Is this an emergency?

I just saw
a group of men with guns
loading something onto a boat.

Fi!

Fi! Fi! Fi!

[ Gasping ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Groans ]

[ Whispers ]
How are they?
Better.

They've been asleep
for hours.
Michael.

I was supposed to have
an open house here today.
I'm sorry, Mom.

No. I've decided
to take the listing
off the market.

I don't think it's time
for me to leave yet.

If that's what you think
is best for you, Mom.

It's not just doing
what's best for me,
Michael.

You hide your clients here.
You let your friends stay here.

I don't think you're ready
to say good-bye either.

Maybe you're right.

Michael, get over here.

[ Gasps, Coughs ]

So, it's Westen now, is it?

It has been for a while.
I owe you an explanation.
Uh...

Back in Ireland,
there were a lot
of questions...

about whether or not
you were one of us.

I always thought you were.

- Now I know I was right.
- Thank you, Sean.

The problem is
O'Neill outed you
as an American.

You can never go back
and, uh, neither can she.

- Should I be looking out
for anyone?
- No.

- I should be able
to keep 'em at bay.
- I'll owe you for that.

The hell you will.
That squares us.

I, uh, heard what you did
to Strickler. If you need
any help running...

Strickler's body was found
next to a certain type of bomb.

Our friend O'Neill
will be charged
with his murder...

and the 12 bombings in Europe.

It's better than he deserves.

But it'll do.

[ Fiona ]
Michael.

Yeah, Fi.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I wanted to, um...

I wanted to...

Don't.

It's okay.
We're no good at this.

[ Exhales ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Diego.
Yeah, I thought
you forgot...

Listen, Michael,
what were you doing
working with Tom Strickler?

Yeah, it's complicated.
Do you know the kind
of people he was in bed with?

- The kind of stuff
he was involved in?
- Diego, calm down.

Strickler's dead.
He was shot to death.

Now someone's in town
cleaning up the mess
he left behind.

I don't know who I can trust.

Even at the agency.

Wait, who's in town?
I don't know.

I'm being followed, Michael.

Someone's coming for me
and they're coming
for you too.

We're not safe.
We need to meet now.

Where are you?

3732 Brighton Avenue.
Apartment 412.

I'll be right there.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man On Police Radio ]
We got a 1-8-7 down here.

Set up a perimeter.
Search the area
for suspects.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you realize that
an operation is compromised,

that your enemies
are on the move,
you're on a clock.

You have to move
as fast as you can
to try to contain the damage...

and harden your defenses
before it's too late.

Sometimes you make it in time,

and sometimes you don't.

[ Officer ]
I need everybody
to move back.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you work
in intelligence,

the worst feeling
in the world
is knowing nothing,

being caught up in something
you don't begin
to understand.

Because it's not
the enemy you see
that gets you.

It's the one you don't.