All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S06E17.You.Can.Run.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-DON_track4_[eng]

Michael: My name
is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

[ Cellphone rings ]

Man: We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.

[ Whistles ]

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 FBI...

You know spies... a 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.

Listen to me, Michael.
Gray shot your brother.

He murdered Nate.

You ordered him to!

Guys like you and me...

We know the ends
justify the means.

Fi, how we looking?

There's a full tactical
support team on-site,

and some heavy hitter seems
to be running the show.

Chuck Finley. That better be the last
time you lie to me today, Mr. axe.

I'm not gonna let Sam take the
fall for something I did.

We're getting Sam back.
Whatever it takes.

It just became my mission in
life to put you behind bars.

All of you.

We're not just running.

As soon as we get
someplace safe,

we're gonna sit down and figure
out a way to fix all of this.

I promise you I'll
make this right.

Jesse: We got a problem, Mike.

One of the cars is missing,
and I can't find your mom.

Where'd she go?

Pretty flowers. I
didn't bring them.

A friend of Nate's must
have come by earlier.

As a spy, you spend so
much of your life lying.

You have to keep
reminding yourself

you're doing it for
the greater good.

It's easy to believe that

when the people you're
deceiving are your enemies.

It's much harder when
you find yourself

sneaking out on the
ones you love the most

to attend a secret meeting
in the dead of night.

[ Door bell jingles ]

"Would love to chat. A friend."

Are we friends now, Bly?

"Friend" might have
been a tad generous,

but I couldn't think of a word
that summed up our relationship.

Your friends know you're here?

No.

I told them you wanted to meet.
They told me not to come.

You don't look so good, Michael.

It's been a rough week.

[ Chuckles ]

Well...

Maybe I can be the light

at the end of this
unpleasant tunnel.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

What kind of deal?

I've been tasked

with the investigation
into tom Card's murder.

And so far, I know two things...

One, Card wasn't the white
knight the CIA thought he was.

And two, if I'm gonna
untangle this mess,

I need the cooperation of the
man in the middle of it all.

And what do I get
in return, exactly?

You killed a man.

I wouldn't get my
hopes up too high.

I guess I'll take my
chances as a fugitive.

All right, all right. Just
listen to me, all right?

I didn't bring you out
here to waste your time.

Now, look, Michael, this
isn't about what you get.

This is about what your
friends and your family get.

Olivia Riley is coming for you.

Your actions have put her
reputation on the line.

At this point, she doesn't care

who she has to hurt
to get to you.

You remember your old
neighbor, Raymond Mosley,

also known as sugar?

Riley took him into custody
and threw out the rule book.

I don't even know where
she's keeping him.

Now, you want to see
the same thing happen

to Fiona, Sam, that
Porter guy, or your mom?

Let me bring you in.

I bring you in,

and Riley will have no reason
to go after any of them.

How do I know you can deliver?

If I make you an official
witness of the CSS,

I can deliver.

And my friends, they'll
be kept out of jail?

[ Sighs ]

Let me look into it.

I can promise you this...

I know I can make
it easier on them.

And you.

Trust me, Michael,

life as my witness beats a 4x4
cell in some secret prison.

[ Siren wailing ]

Okay. Our time is up.

I'll reach you on this burner.

You called the cops on me?

I'm a law-enforcement officer.

I'm not allowed to have secret
meetings with fugitives.

You know what this
looks like now

is an unexpected drop-in
from Michael Westen.

It protects both of us.

You're really sweet, Bly.

It's Broward P.D.
They're coming down 75.

I'm sure you already
scouted the escape routes.

Just take any road south.

I guess I should say thanks.

One more thing, Michael.

Whatever I come back
with, keep an open mind,

'cause this is the last, best,

and only deal that
you're gonna get.

[ Siren wailing ]

So, what did he say?

Fi, what are you... you tell us
you got a note from Jason Bly.

We all agree it's a bad idea
for you to meet with him.

And then you sneak out

for two hours in the
middle of the night.

Michael, don't lie to me.

I needed to hear
what he had to say.

Listen, there might be

a way we don't have to
run, an arrangement.

What happens to you
in this arrangement?

Thought so.

Michael, I appreciate it.

I really do.

But I haven't fought this hard

just to watch you
turn yourself in.

I don't know what else to do.

What happened to the man
who moved heaven and earth

to get me out of jail
when I'd lost hope?

He looked at the board,

and he realized he might
be running out of moves

and this might be
the best option.

We tried living our life
separated by glass.

It didn't work out.

You wouldn't accept this
fate for any of us.

Why are you willing to
accept it for yourself?

We have a plan.

We're leaving, starting
over someplace new.

That's our move.

So, no more talk of Bly or...

Any kind of deal that puts
you behind bars, okay?

Okay.

So, you sure we're
good here, Mike?

Well, I talked to the
guy an hour ago.

He's got the papers ready.

We get those, we can
board the ship.

Okay, great.

Well, let's get in and get out,

'cause I'm not real excited
about doing business here.

Yeah, me either. This
is way too exposed.

Well, it should be fine.

As far as our contact knows,

we're just a bunch of guys
ducking a tax-evasion charge.

I'm gonna keep watch.
You guys make it quick.

If you need to leave
the country quietly,

one of the best methods

is getting hired onto the
crew of a cargo ship.

Ports have so much
internal oversight,

including months of background
checks and union wait lists,

the police don't pay
much attention.

The trick is finding a union rep

willing to shuffle your
paperwork to the top,

and then, of course, providing
him with the proper motivation.

Sam: Okay, so if that envelope
has the necessary bulk,

I guess we're ready for
our ship assignment.

It's plenty thick.

Thing is, we have ourselves
a bit of a situation.

You need to be a
little more specific.

The ship I put you on
just got red-flagged.

I need to transfer
you to another one.

We got a triple "e"
going out tonight.

You just got to fill
out a few more forms.

Shouldn't be a big deal.

Yeah, hang on a second, pal.

Why was our first
ship red-flagged?

Just a random check, probably.

They never tell us.

But you're just lucky
that I caught it,

'cause I'm guessing
from this envelope,

you guys are hoping to
avoid the port authority.

Just give us the forms.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ] Hey.
What's up?

Hey, man, it's probably nothing,
but I got a container truck

that just came through
the security gate.

Okay.

And, uh, why is
that one special?

Well, security just
waved him through

and then stopped all
the other traffic.

There's like six cars lined
up at the front gates.

Kind of giving me
the heebie-jeebies.

Ask your buddy in there if
he knows anything about it.

Hey, uh, say, uh, pal, uh,

you know anything about a, uh, a
big container truck coming in?

They had to shut down
the main gate for it?

Oh, yeah.

Whenever high-tech
gadgets come in,

they always double-check
the manifest.

Big headache for everyone.

Okay, so there's no
problem here, then?

No. Happens all the time.

What are you up to?

Nothing. What? What
do you got in here?

Give me that. Let go of me!

Give me that.

He was making a call, Mike.

What the hell is this?

This is not good, Sam.

Yeah, Jesse, uh, it looks
like our buddy in here

just tried to get a signal out.

I'm not sure if we're blown.
What do you see?

Nothing. It's all
still pretty quiet.

Oh, son of a bitch.
We got a problem.

I got a dozen guys dumping
out of the container truck

that look like they're
ready for a war zone.

Slippery son of a bitch.
You set us up.

Mike, we got company.

They... they said they were CIA.

They came at us hard.
Didn't give us a choice!

You got port reps from here
to Pensacola looking for you.

Shut up. Sit down.

Sam, Riley's here.

She's sending some
guys your way.

They're gonna surround
the building.

Get the hell out of there.

Damn it. They're on me, too.

Jesse! [ Cellphone beeps ]

You got a back door?

That way. End of the hall.

Goes into the
employee parking lot.

Man: Hey! Stop right there!

[ Both grunting ]

Don't move!

Okay. I'm not going anywhere.

Not going that way.

I can get us a ride,

but I'd rather not be driving
out of here under fire.

You get that car ready. I'll try
to block off their way back here.

Jesse Porter. Where's
Michael Westen?

Oh, damn. I was hoping you knew.

Guy owes me 20 bucks.

That's cute. Take him in.

Man: Building's clear.

Westen must have
gone out the back.

Who's covering the
employee parking lot?

[ Engine turns over ]

Access is blocked to the
back of the building.

We're cut off.

Cut off? What the hell happened?

Way to go, Mikey. Hands up!

Oh, crap. Hands where
I can see them!

[ Groans ]

I said, hands where
I can see them!

Okay! Okay! You got it!

Exit the vehicle and get
down on the ground.

Your body armor
stopped the bullet.

You probably just broke a rib.

You want to keep it
that way, don't move.

Sam, you all right?

Just peachy, Mike. Man:
Porter is in custody.

All units report in.
You hear that, Westen?

We got Porter.

And your friend there
needs a doctor.

Hand me the weapon and
give yourself up.

You don't want to
make this any worse.

When a member of your team
is injured in the field,

the first priority
is extraction...

Getting them away from the
danger as fast as you can.

But getting away
won't do much good

if the person you're
trying to save bleeds out,

which means as soon
as you possibly can,

you have to stop and figure out

exactly how bad
the situation is.

All right. We're clear.
Sam, how bad is it?

Oh...

It's nothing a
six-pack won't fix.

It just grazed me.

No, Sam, we got to get
you to a hospital.

No, brother, come on.

No hospitals.

I mean, you might as well
drop me at a police station.

We can check you in under a fake name.
No, no.

Just take me to Schmidt's
house and patch me up.

Sam! Mike, look, we
got bigger problems!

Like what are we gonna
do about Jesse?

That's what he's for.

In the field, capture is
always a possibility.

That's why spies are trained
to resist interrogation.

One of the best ways to do this
is known as storytelling...

Spinning a long-winded
but believable tale

that keeps you talking
and them listening.

Because the more you talk,

the less they can ask questions.

Jesse: And then we
were supposed to,

uh, meet up in the everglades.

And then from the everglades,
it was on to key west.

We had a contact there
with a sea plane.

Not a huge plane, but, you know,

something big enough to get
five people to the Bahamas.

Anyway, I got to assume
at this point, you know,

they've made it to the keys and
they're already wheels up,

or whatever it is that...

You said Westen was headed
toward the everglades.

Sea planes have
instead of wheels.

What is that? Like, pontoons?

Pon... pontoons up? [ Chuckles ]

I always want to call them
plantains, but that's ridiculous

'cause that's like a
Cuban banana, right?

What was the question?

You said Westen was headed
toward the everglades.

Yes, I did.

We've been monitoring
traffic feeds

on roads into the everglades.

Never saw Westen or his team.

Hmm. Well, you can go ahead

and file that under
"not my problem."

He slipped through
your net, man.

What you want me to say?

Mr. Porter is a clever one.

He'll do this all day
long if we let him.

It's time to show him
how serious we are.

So, let's say they made it
through the everglades.

Where exactly is this sea plane?

You know, that's hard to say.

Mike's the only one that
had that information,

so I guess you have to ask him.

But got to catch him first, huh?

I need the room.

I'm in the middle of
an interrogation.

It just ended.

Hey, man, I'm a little parched
from all this talking.

Could you, uh, hook me up
with a diet Dr pepper?

Doing a little redecorating?

Yeah, the feng shui wasn't...

Is this is about the drink?
'Cause water's fine.

[ Sighs ] I guess that's
a "no" on the beverage.

[ Groaning ]

Hey, Maddy. I guess
we'll skip the hugs.

I'm a bit messed up.

Michael, how did this happen?

You were just supposed
to meet a guy

who was gonna put
us all on a boat.

We did, but Riley got
to him before us.

Sam and I barely escaped,
but they got Jesse.

What? How could you
let that happen?

Fi, it wasn't his fault.

We had to split up.

So you don't even know
where they took him?

No, but we got a
prisoner of our own.

We're gonna make him tell us.

Well, should we stay here?

Riley's gonna be squeezing
Jesse for a location.

Look, I've got a friend in
Boca who's on a cruise.

We could stay at her place.
[ Groans ]

No, we got to stay here.
Sam's in no shape to move.

And hope that Riley's guy
breaks before Jesse does.

Look, you guys should
just leave, okay?

I'll be fine.

Sam, shut up, please.
Nobody's leaving you.

Now, just move your arm.

Oh, my god.

Sam, you said it
just grazed you.

Ah, come on, Mike. I've cut
myself deeper shaving.

Michael, there's no exit wound.

Ah!

Mom, here, take this.

Apply pressure.
Stop the bleeding.

What about the bullet, Michael?

Get a doctor!

What about an EMT? You think
you could contact... Campbell?

Yeah. [ Sighs ]

Yeah.

While you convince our guest
to tell you where Jesse is.

The interrogation technique

known as the prisoner's dilemma

involves turning two
prisoners against each other

and seeing which
one cracks first.

It can still work if you
only have one prisoner

as long as you can convince
your target he's not alone.

So, Dean, was talking to your
friend in the other room.

Not very cooperative.

I hope you'll be a
little more agreeable.

My friend? Yeah,
back up at the port.

They grabbed him after we left.

Which one of my
guys did you get?

Muscular, blond, uh, ranger tat.

So, this is how it's gonna work.

The first guy who tells me where
my friend Jesse is being held

is released as a
sign of good faith.

The other guy stays
here as my hostage.

You wouldn't be offering me this
if my guy had already talked.

Well, he's thinking it over.

I wanted to offer you
the same chance, too.

So, clock is ticking. How
is your day gonna end?

Couple years back, I was
in the middle east.

Needed fresh Intel
on troop movements.

So I grabbed two villagers. I
ran this same play on them.

I told them one goes
free and one gets shot.

The older guy looked
at me and said

it would be an honor to take
a bullet for his cause.

Wanted me to let his buddy
know he was off the hook.

So I'm gonna follow his example.

You do whatever you
need to do to me

because I'm never gonna talk.

I'd take a bullet before I
would turn on a friend.

You think Porter would
do the same for you?

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Okay, seriously, dude.

Who uses the phone
book these days?

What? You guys don't
have Internet?

All right. Enough.

That's good timing.

I think Mr. Porter understands
the gravity of the situation.

[ Chuckles ] You think so?

[ Door closes ]

You look like you're
in a lot of pain.

You know what? I am.

Actually, I got this
wicked kink in my neck.

Think I slept on it
wrong last night.

Your buddy was trying
to help me work it out.

Well, you have to
forgive my men.

They take the craziest
things personally.

Like the murder of a
fellow CIA officer.

I got nothing to say about that.

That's not surprising.

Michael Westen chooses his
friends very carefully.

But it's a shame to
see you suffering

for the sins of another man.

Just give me
something I can use.

I can make all this...

Stop.

Seriously?

Wow.

I am so disappointed
in you right now.

You're supposed to be,
like, this legend.

You're coming at me with
a good cop/bad cop play?

Boo.

It's no play.

It's very simple, really.

Your cooperation
will be rewarded.

Okay. Good cop, dazzle
me with your offer.

How about I erase all
the question marks

from your once-Sterling record,

get you back into CIFA
with a clean slate?

I know how much that
job meant to you.

It would be like you never
met Michael Westen.

Carrots are never quite as
tempting without the stick.

Why don't you put your
cards on the table?

Tell me what happens
if I say no.

Oh, come on. You
know what it is.

I find a nice, dark hole
somewhere to throw you into.

You may see the sun again.
You may not.

But honestly, why put
yourself through all that

for people you just
met a few years ago?

Look, man, I'm just trying
to give you a second chance.

You know what?

Clean slate just isn't
all that appealing

if I have to sell out
my friends to get it.

So, you're telling me

you want a life sentence
over a fresh start?

No, that's not what I want.
But...

Looks like that's
what I'm gonna get.

In the intelligence world,

anyone who isn't actively your
enemy is a potential friend.

Spies can't afford many grudges.

In a pinch, you
have to be willing

to turn to anyone for help,

no matter how complicated
your history is.

I'm looking at a gunshot
wound, aren't I?

Yeah.

He needs your help.
How long ago?

Uh, about an hour.

I got blood all over my watch.

Somebody took it off.

Excuse me. I need
to get in here.

How's his breathing?
Checked his vitals?

Madeline: His breathing's
been good so far.

His, uh, pulse is steady.

Okay. I'm gonna need
some more towels.

Let's boil some water.

[ Grunts ]

Look, I know it's bad.

No, honestly, it's
worse than that.

Sam, you need surgery to figure
out the extent of the damage.

Well, what can you
do for me here?

Almost nothing. I mean, you're
risking sepsis as it is.

Longer you go without surgery,

the greater chance
of septic shock.

Well, that sounds pretty awful.

Look, can you just buy
me a little extra time?

Not much without
proper equipment.

We need to get in your
abdomen and clean you out.

I can't do that here.

Okay, then just do what you can.

I need to call this in.

If you stay here, you could die.

You listen to me, pal.

I'm not leaving.

You try and save
me here and fail,

only one guy goes down.

You call it in,
it's gonna be four.

Come on, Campbell.

All right.

Interrogations are
all about finding

a person's vulnerability
and exploiting it.

If they're dumb, you trick them.

Scared, you intimidate them.

Emotional, you rile them.

But if they're trained in
all the same ways you are,

sometimes all that's left
is telling the truth.

You know tom Card.

I met him once at Langley.

Good man.

Yeah, let me tell you
about that good man.

He ran illegal operations
around the world.

He sent agents to their death.

And he killed my brother.

I heard you put your brother
in the field, not tom Card.

That's something I have to live
with for the rest of my life.

But the fact is, tom Card
called an unsanctioned hit,

and my brother was
collateral damage.

And when I looked into it,

he started killing
people to cover it up.

You have proof?

You read my file, Dean.

You know who tom
Card was to me?!

You think I'd turn on
him for no reason?!

He went after the people I love!

Hey.

You seem like a good guy,

so I'll give you
a bit of advice.

You're making a huge mistake.

I've seen how Riley operates,

and this... this is a
whole new ball game.

You can end it if you
turn yourself in.

The longer you wait,

the worse it gets
for your friend.

It's not poisoned, is it?

[ Chuckles ] Only
with cream and sugar.

[ Sighs ]

So, you telling me there's
nothing in the world

I can offer you that would make
you turn on Michael Westen?

That is correct.

I just don't believe you.

Yeah, well, doesn't
mean it's not true.

You know, in my experience,

there's always that one thing
people care about enough

to make them change their minds.

So, I went and did some digging.

Did you?

I found out your mom was
murdered in Atlanta

when you were just 9 years old.

That's tragic.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

For what it's worth, I'm
sorry for your loss.

No kid should ever have to...

You know, maybe the beating
that your guy gave me

knocked something
loose in my brain,

but I'm... I'm not...
I'm not understanding

what the hell this has
to do with anything.

Potentially a lot.

You remember the file on
that confidential informant,

the one the cops sealed?

Did you ever try to get that?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Yes. You did.

37 times, in fact.

10 years, 6 lawyers,
37 requests.

And every one of them denied.

That must have been
incredibly frustrating.

You know what, lady? No sale.

You want me to believe that you
just called up the Atlanta P.D.

And they gave you the
file 'cause what?

'Cause you asked nicely?

[ Chuckling ] Oh, come on.
Don't be ridiculous.

I called the FBI, told
them I needed the file

as part of a terrorist
investigation.

Well, you have to forgive me

if I don't just take
your word for it.

No need.

Bring it in.

You know...

It breaks my heart to think

that the cops kept this
file from a little boy

who just wanted to find
out who killed his mama.

Are you done? Hold on.
This is almost done.

[ Sighs ]

Michael, what are you doing?

I need to find something
on Dean, some angle.

I'm trying to pull up
his service records.

If I could find some... we
don't have time for this.

I know, Fi, but I'm not
gonna crack this guy

unless I get into his head.

Oh, you want to get in his head?
I'll get in his head.

Fi!

Fi, I don't... no
more games, Michael.

Hi.

We haven't officially met.

But you shot one of
my best friends.

Michael has principles
about not hurting people.

I don't.

Michael says that
you're a nice guy,

and I could care less.

And Michael thinks it's
wrong to shoot people,

and I don't give a damn.

So why don't you give me Riley's
location right the hell now

or I'll give you a
9mm tracheotomy?

Listen, that's not necessary.

Now you and I disagree.

There's a way out of this...
Doesn't involve more bloodshed.

You have three seconds. Go.

Prisoner exchange.

What?

Riley wants me. You want Porter.

That's ridiculous. We
can't secure a handoff.

You don't need to secure it.

You just need a clean car,

something to get you close
so they don't know it's you.

Get a car, I'll help you
get your friend back.

We can't... Fi, I think we should do this.
He's right.

Michael, can I talk
to you outside?

A prisoner exchange?

Michael, have you completely lost it?
Just stop and listen.

No, I am not gonna listen to you!
Fi, lower your voice.

We're not doing a
prisoner exchange.

Dean pulled a piece of
metal off of the table.

He wanted us to leave because
he's trying to escape.

Well, that son of a bitch.

This is our chance.

Dean is good enough to hack into
the phone line and call out.

There's tracking
equipment in the office.

We trace the call back to Jesse.

You seriously want to
let that man loose?

No. But if you have a better
idea, now's the time.

[ Sam grunts ]

It just keeps coming out.
Can't you stop it?

Please, Fi.

This is how we find Jesse.

Fine.

How many nights did you stay up

trying to force the pieces of
your mom's case together...

Never quite being able
to make them fit?

The missing ones are
in here, Jesse.

And I'd love to
give them to you.

Look, I'll give you everything
you could possibly want on me.

I'll sign a full confession.

I'll detail my involvement
in every illegal activity

I ever had a hand in,
every operation...

Stop. Stop.

Come on. I can see
what you're doing.

Trying to walk right up to the
line without crossing it.

But that's not gonna work here, Mr.
Porter,

because I want one thing
and one thing only.

Westen's location.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

I can't.

I can't give you that.

I'm offering you
answers to questions

that have haunted
you for 25 years,

all for the incredibly low
price of just one address.

But I'm not gonna wait forever
for you to do the right thing.

So...

This offer... it only lasts

as long as it takes me
to light this cigarette.

Think about what your
mom would tell you.

Wouldn't she say, "find the
man who killed me, son"?

"Find him."

You listen to me.

You didn't know my mom.

You don't get to
speak for my mom.

You know what she
would have said?

"You never turn your
back on family."

These people aren't
your family, Jesse.

Yeah, they are.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ] Mr. Porter.

That was such a bad decision.

Fi. Fi, come here.

You need something?

Yeah.

I need you tell me what
you and Mike have planned

for G.I. Joe in there.

Put me in the loop, sister.

You just need to focus
on yourself and...

No. No.

That's... that's not
how this works, okay?

The hell with that.

I am still a member
of this team.

Yeah, you are.

And right now, your
job is to stay alive.

Fi, come on, now.

I'm not totally worthless.
I still got my gun here.

He's going into shock. His
blood pressure's dropping.

Shut up, Campbell. I'm fine.

Sam, you're not fine, okay?

You can't even stand up.

I can stand. You want
to see me stand?

Do not stand. Sam, stop it!

You need to relax and
listen to Campbell.

Michael and I have
a plan for Dean.

We've got everything
under control, okay?

Look, I want you to
take a couple of these.

They make you get some sleep.

Get those the hell away from me.

[ Breathing deeply ]

[ Sawing ]

Cellular-phone technology

has come a long way
in the last 10 years.

Land lines, on the other hand,

have worked the same
way for a century,

which means making a
working home phone

requires only very
basic equipment.

A set of headphones can
be turned into a handset

by flipping the leads
in one of the speakers

and making it a microphone.

After that's done, you just
need to make a hook switch...

A circuit that does the
job of the keypad.

Then, as long as you
can count to 10

and know the phone
number you're dialing,

you can complete a
call to anyone.

You gonna be able
to run this trace?

The software was made for
tracking cargo containers.

Won't be perfect
for a cellphone,

but it should get us close.

Schmidt's phone has a scrambler

but we'll only have a minute
to let Dean stay on the line

before the CIA
gets a lock on us.

[ Ringing ] Here we go.

[ Beeping ] Riley:
This is Riley.

It's Dean hunter.

Get me a trace running now.

Hunter, give me a sit rep.

I was taken prisoner
at the port,

transported 30 minutes by car.

They were running
evasive maneuvers.

All I know is,

I'm between 3 and 25 miles
from where I was captured.

20 seconds.

One cell tower.

I'm unarmed in a
private residence.

Westen and Glenanne left.

They won't be gone long.

Some kind of scrambling
on this line.

I don't want excuses. Find
me that damn location.

[ Beeps ] Two towers.
Almost there.

40 seconds... they're
gonna find us, Michael.

We just need one
more cell tower.

How we doing? Tell
me we're close.

I've almost got the signal.

50 seconds.

[ Beeping ] Got it.

[ Dial tone ]

[ Beep ] Where's the call?

Where's... where's my trace?

The line went dead.
It didn't go through.

What the hell happened?

They must have found hunter.

You there? You read me?

Hands up. Now.

Whoa, whoa. You got me.

I'm gonna get up now, okay?

[ Grunts ]

On the ground. Now.

I said now.

Sam: Drop it.

Don't think I won't
drill you, pal.

I owe you a bullet as it is.

Now drop the gun and
get on your knees.

Thanks, Sam.

Yeah. Next time, guys, just
tell me the damn plan.

Intelligence-agency safehouses

are designed to be
difficult to detect.

Still, you can find one if
you know what to look for.

The biggest tipoffs are
transportation and security.

If you see two armored vehicles

parked in front of a
rundown, old building

with brand-new storm shutters,

chances are, you're
in the right place.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Michael? I found it, Fi.

I know where they're
holding Jesse.

You're absolutely sure?

Unless the CIA is raiding

an abandoned auto-parts
store, this is it.

Okay. Can we breach? Maybe.

But if we use explosives to
breach, we may kill someone.

We got not visibility
on the inside.

Well, just how big we talking?

3,000 square feet, single
story, free-standing.

Single story means we
can get on the roof.

Can we access the
ventilation system?

Yeah, maybe, but that's not...

Michael, I think I
know how to get in.

Let me talk to Campbell. I'll call
you right back. [ Cellphone beeps ]

It's fine. Just...
Just leave it alone.

It's not fine, Sam.
It's bleeding again.

Maybe if you stayed on the
couch like we asked you

instead of running
around... oh, damn it.

You know, that still hurts.

Campbell.

How much sufentanil can you get?

Sufentanil? Sam doesn't need...

It's not for Sam. I need a lot.

What do you need it for?

You want me to get you a controlled
sedative, I need to know.

I have a friend who's
trapped in a building.

I need to breach to get him out.

Breach? Why would you have to...

'Cause if I don't, Jesse
goes to jail forever,

and I can't let that happen.

There's got to be a better way.

No, Campbell, there isn't.

This is the only way to do
this without bloodshed.

If I go in heavy, someone dies.

Could be Jesse, could be
Michael, could be me.

I need enough sufentanil
to knock everyone out

and its inverse to keep
them from O.D.ing.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ] Okay. Okay.

Just promise me, Fiona,
nobody gets hurt.

Yeah.

Using gas as part of a breach

is extremely dangerous
and rarely done.

But if the building
is small enough

and you can access the
ventilation system,

it can help you avoid
a bloody situation.

A hospital vaporizer
will allow you

to turn the liquid
sedative into an aerosol

and dilute it with
a solvent gas.

Once you have the
right concentration,

you let the A.C. Unit
pump it into every room.

[ Gas hissing ]

I want search teams
here, here, and here.

We're covering 20 square
miles, people, so...

[ Clears throat ]

We got to move quickly.

Ma'am. There's something wrong.

[ Gas hissing ]

Everybody out. Go! Go, go, go!

[ Tires screech ]

We're getting out of here.
Let's go.

Hey, I don't feel too good.

Now!

Hurry up! Let's go!

Up. To the door. To the door.

What the hell's going on?

[ Coughing ]

[ Coughs ] [ Panting ]
This is... Olivia Riley.

I need backup.

124 west elm.

I need...

Timing is extremely important

when administering
an opioid analgesic.

You have to wait long enough
for the drug to take effect,

but not so long there will
be bodies on the ground.

Fiona: You take care of Jesse.
I'll deal with Riley's team.

At most, you only
have a few minutes

to inject the sedative's inverse

to ensure that no one overdoses

and goes into
respiratory arrest.

Jesse! Jesse.

Jesse. You're all right.

Come on. Jess.

I feel like I
swallowed sandpaper.

[ Coughs ]

You gassed me, didn't you? Yeah, I did.
I gassed you.

Building's clear. I
got everyone but her.

Fi, we have to. She could die.

Fi, do it!

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Sighs ]

She must have called the
cops before she passed out.

We got to move. Son of a bitch.

Jess. Come on, Jesse.

Yeah.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Bly?

Bly: You'll never guess
what I just heard.

Olivia Riley's entire
team was attacked.

Am I hearing sirens?

It's you, isn't it?

I'll have to explain later.
Right now, I...

Don't bother. Listen...

You're painting yourself
into quite the corner.

You need me, Michael. You
need me now more than ever.

Bly, I'll have to call you back.

[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Tires screech ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Door opens ]

Oh!

Thank god you're back.
Sam isn't doing well.

His pulse is weak.

The pills Campbell gave
him aren't working.

He's burning up, Michael.
We have to get him help.

There's a doctor in coral
gables got into some trouble,

lost his license.
Does he still work?

Last I checked, not legally. Not
even sure he's still there.

We have to risk it.

Coral gables is about
20 minutes away.

I can get us there in 10.
Let's do it.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Horn honks ]

Just stay with me, Sam, okay?

Hey. Stay with me.

Come on. Look at me.

Michael, you got to
keep him conscious.

Keep him talking.

Hey, Sam. Wake up! Look at me.

There you go. Look at me.

No sleeping on the job.
There you go.

You're gonna be okay. I'll
do whatever it takes.

Oh, Mike. Just stop.

Enough of this "do
whatever it takes" crap.

What are you talking about?
That's your problem, see?

It's the stuff
that you're doing.

You've got good reasons
for things, but...

You do enough bad things,
you become the bad guy.

Sam, I'm...

Don't do it, Mike.

You're heading down a
dark path, brother.

[ Sniffles ]

Mike, you made me a promise.

So...

You look me in the eye...

And you swear to me that
you're gonna make this right.

I swear to you I'll
make this right, Sam.

Okay.

Stay with me, now. You got
to stay with me, Sam.

No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, Sam!

Wake up! Sam!

Sam?

Sam!