All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S07E02.Forget.Me.Not.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-DON_track4_[eng]

- My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy, until...

[Phone rings] - We got
a burn notice on you.

You're blacklisted.
[Hangs up phone]

- [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, 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.

- This is the last, best, and
only offer you will get.

It's a deep cover job.

You're going after the leader
of a terrorist network

based in the Dominican Republic.

Randall Burke.

- [Grunts]

- Why are you asking
questions about Mike?

Who the hell are you, pal?

- What the hell does
he want with Mike?

- We damn well better find out.

- Your son is involved
in delicate work.

- Michael is working on
a government assignment

for the CIA.

- We just found a department
of children and families I.D.

At the mystery man's house.

- Did they ask you
anything about Michael?

What exactly did you tell them?
- Oh, no.

- Maddy, you can't just
waltz into the FBI office

and ask about Mike.

Look, I got friends there and
they won't tell me anything.

So this is just a bad idea
no matter how you slice it.

- What am I supposed to do then?

I have phoned every department
in the federal government

to find out if my son is alive!

And I'm getting nothing.

So I'm going to go
down there by myself,

and talk to them in person.

- Mike can take care of
himself, I'm sure he's fine.

- You're sure. What
does that mean, Sam?

You hope? You think?

Do you know? Because
I need to know!

- What's your plan, Maddy?

You just gonna show
up down there?

'Cause I know they're not gonna
give you an appointment.

The best way to figure out
what's going on with Mike

is for us to catch this guy

and find out who
he's working for.

- Jesse's right.

Look, Fi and Carlos are
on the street right now,

getting the word out
to their people.

- We checked his aliases,
we got his real name.

A Dexter gamble.

So we're making progress.
You just need to sit tight.

- Michael could be dead!

Don't you tell me to sit tight!

- Maddy.

Don't do this to yourself.

- Sam, I can't sleep.

I can't stop eating.

All I can think of is that I
might have killed my son.

- Maddy, what about Charlie?

You just gonna drag him along
while you go raise hell?

I mean, what... don't you think
that's gonna freak him out

a little bit?

- That's already taken
care of, Jesse.

Thank you. Charlie!

Sweetheart, you ready?

- Hi, grandma.
- Look at you, handsome.

Did you brush?

[Gasps] Perfect.

All right, we're gonna go to Mrs.
Strickland's

for a few hours while grandma
does some errands, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay, sweetheart.

Say bye-bye!

- Bye-bye, Mr. Sam. Bye-bye, Mr.
Jesse.

- Hey, Maddy, could we...
- Bye-bye.

Excuse me.

Where do I park for
the federal building?

- Find a spot that's
not reserved,

then take the foot
bridge on level two.

- Thank you.

- There's a fine line between
healthy caution and paranoia.

When you're under stress your
awareness is heightened,

making it easier to
spot potential dangers.

Unfortunately, stress can
also make it hard to tell

when a danger is real,

and when it's just a figment
of your imagination.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Bell dings]

[Motor whirring]

- Jesus.

[Bell dings] [Motor whirring]

Somebody!

Please! Please!

- Hi, mom.

- Michael? What's going on?

- Relax, ma. I just
need to talk to you.

- Why can't we
just talk at home?

- I'm sorry. It's for
security purposes.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
[Voices fade out]

- I can't risk being seen.

- Is this about that man?

The one who came to
Miami asking about you?

- You told him I
was with the CIA.

He could blow my cover.

- I'm so sorry, Michael.

You gotta talk to Fi
and Sam and Jesse.

- I can't talk to anyone else.
- They're looking for him.

- I know.
- They're worried!

- I know!

- What do you mean, "you know?"

- We're following
their investigation.

- You... you're spying
on your friends?

- No, you don't understand.

I can't contact anyone else.
Not while I'm undercover.

- Can't you just call one
of your secret meetings?

- I can't, it...

Ma, this was not my call.
No one can know I'm here.

- And me?

Why did I get a private visit?

- Because you're calling
people about me.

And you have to stop!

- Michael, I just wanted
to know if you were alive!

Is that too much to ask?
- Yes, it's too much to ask!

You can't call! You can't write!

You just have to wait
for me to come back!

- And if you don't come back?

- I have to go.

- Michael.

Can I hold my son?
Is that allowed?

[Phones ringing]
[Overlapping chatter]

- There you are. How'd
it go with mom?

- As well as could be expected.

She won't be calling
about me anymore.

- Good. Now we can get
about the business

of taking care of Dexter gamble.

So first things first...

A welcome home gift.

You should be able
to use it soon, too.

Looks like your friends
are making some progress.

Is there a problem, Michael?

- No, I was just thinking

this might go faster if we
work directly with them.

- Not gonna happen.

- They've been involved in
covert operations before.

- You can trust them.
- I said no.

I'm not gonna risk my op
so that you can say hi

to your pals.

Now you knew this before
you came to Miami.

Now you can either fly back to the D.R.
And let us handle it

or you get with the program.

Good.

- When running surveillance
you're trained to view

your targets not as people,

but as a list of details
in an activity log.

When they come home,
when they leave,

how many calls they make.

You have to discipline yourself
not to get emotionally involved

in the life of the subject.

- Yeah, look, I get it...

- but sometimes the subject
makes that impossible.

- Yeah, he's all hot
and bothered about

the burgren skip.

I said we'll handle it,
but for now we've got

a more serious situation here
and that's the priority.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get you
all wrapped up in this.

- Hey. You got nothing
to be sorry about.

I just get pissed that
you still have to deal

with Michael's stuff, even
when he's not around.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

- The hardest part about
doing surveillance

on someone you know
is staying objective.

Work can quickly
become very personal

when everything about the person
you're watching, every look,

every gesture, reminds
you of the past.

[Overlapping chatter]

[Traditional Irish music]

*

- go!

[Guns clicking]

[Crowd gasping, murmuring]

[Click]

[Cheers]

- [Irish accent]
You're a dead man.

Now pay up.

- You want your money, you'll
have to take it from me.

- All right, I will.

- [Irish accent] Who's the girl?

- Fiona Glenanne.

Trouble of the worst kind.

[Cheers]

Believe me, lad, you won't
be wanting any of that.

Besides, she's taken.

[Cell phone rings]

- Rico. You have
information on gamble?

- Yeah, chica, it's gonna
cost you three bills.

My cousin said a dude who looks
just like the guy you're after

paid him five grand for a
place to store equipment.

Five g's and he's not
even staying there.

- I need an address.
- 828 north river drive.

It's an old auto body shop
right off fifth street.

- How far is that from here?
- 20 minutes.

- Let's go.

- We'll let your friends
search the auto shop first.

When they leave, we'll sweep
for whatever they miss.

[Car tires squealing]

- Damn.

[Tires screeching]

- That was fast, how did they...

- Fi's driving.

- Okay, you owe me a
new set of tires.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Who's the one that talked me
into letting this speed demon

get behind the wheel?

- Well, don't blame him.

If you were driving, we'd
still be on the causeway.

- Set of four. Pirelli.
- Yeah. Whatever.

What, five g's for this dump?

[Click]

- Get down! Gun!

- Well, I guess Rico forgot
to mention the two bangers

guarding the place, huh?

[Clicks]

- Stay down!

[Gunfire continues]

- I need to know what
the hell is going on.

Stand down, Westen.

- They're getting attacked
from higher ground

with a semi-automatic weapon.

They die, the operation dies.
You want that?

- All right, nobody sees you.
You understand?

- Got it. I'm a ghost.

The average hit rate
for a trained marksman

firing at a target from 50
feet under ideal conditions

is over 99%.

Of course that assumes
you can see your target.

If you're under fire
and shooting blind,

that hit rate drops
to about zero.

- I'm almost out. I'm
on my last clip.

- Yeah, me too.
- Yeah, me three.

I didn't plan on siege warfare.

- I'm gonna make a
break for that door.

- Oh, you're nuts.

The guy's got an AK and a
200 degree sight-line.

You'll get mowed down.
- All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm coming with you.
- What?

- If both of us go, one of
us has a chance to make it.

[Automatic gunfire]

[Automatic gunfire]

- Let me see if I
got this right.

We're gonna lay down cover
fire with about five bullets

and the guy we can't
see, is that it?

- Pretty much, yeah.
- Okay, just checking.

Okay, you run on three.
We shoot on two.

[Automatic gunfire]

One, two, three.

[Glass tinkling]

- How the hell did
you hit that guy?

- Lucky shot, I guess.

- Where's Carlos?

- He took the car
up a few blocks.

I thought it would be best
to get it off the street.

- Any sign of the cops?
- Well, he checked the scanner.

911 got a report of shots fired,

but the caller didn't
know where from.

- Well, they're probably not
in any hurry to check it out.

Gunshots in this area aren't
exactly headline news.

- I still think we should take
this laptop somewhere else

to check it out.

- We thought about that.
It's too risky.

Gamble's set up a whole
communication center here.

He's been bouncing his
calls through here

so they can't be traced.

If we can hack it,
we can find him.

But it's hardwired
to the junction box.

- So if we try and unplug it,

we're gonna probably
lose everything.

Look, Dixon's on his way.

[Fiona tapping]

You all right, Fi?

- Fine.

After nine months...

Still dealing with the
fallout of Michael Westen.

- Dixon's here.

- Perimeter check.

- That's Axe's hacker friend?

- Friend would be pushing it.

- Fi. Where have you been? You
never write, you never call.

- And I never will.

- [Sighs]

This is gonna suck, isn't it?

- There's our little guy.
Thanks for coming, Dixon.

- Usually when I make house
calls, it's to houses,

not old chop-shops in
the middle of Overtown.

- Okay. Just relax.

We just want you to fix a
little computer problem.

- Lookie here. Easy money.

- Fine. Fine!

What can I do to make
your lives wonderful?

- It's just we're chasing a guy
who's using this phone relay

to bounce his calls and
we just need to know

where they're
landing, that's it.

- Okay. I see. I see.

- You just want me to
look at that computer

and find out where this guy is.

- Bingo.
- Good luck with that, buddy.

- Hold on. Hey, come on.
Come on.

It's two minutes of your time.

You want more money? We'll
give you more money.

- We got money.
- Okay, okay, okay.

A, don't treat me
like a prostitute.

It makes me feel cheap. And
B, my concern isn't money.

It's the handcuffs
I'm gonna be wearing

when I violate my probation
by touching a computer

that's hacking into
the phone company.

- Relax. You know what,
you don't want to do it?

We get it. It's all good.

No hard feelings, we understand.
Right?

It's all good.

Seriously.

Oh, one quick question.

Um, are people on probation
allowed to hang out

at crime scenes?

- Wha... this is a crime scene?

- [Chuckles] Yeah. Just a bit.

See, there was a shooting.

The cops are searching the
whole area even as we speak.

Eventually they're
gonna find this place.

So the question is,
are you gonna be here

with gunpowder residue on
your hands when they do?

- Is there gunshot
residue on my hands?

- Just a smidge.

- It doesn't come off
that easy, buddy.

Now come on, help us
trace these calls

before the boys in blue show.

- [Sighs]

- Have a seat.
- Fine.

- Do your magic.
- [Sighs]

- Blackmailing a criminal
to commit federal crime

on American soil.

- You want it done differently,
send in a tech to help them.

- It's all right. They're
doing just fine.

- So he's got it set up to
go to the district router

and then it goes to... Uh,
okay, there's the regional.

There it is. 3707 west 45th.

You happy now?

- All right, we're on
the move, let's roll!

- Sir, we're one block over
from gamble's location.

- Okay, Westen, we
need you in position

to take that shot before
your friends get here.

- I'm on it.

Being an effective sniper is
less about firing your weapon

than it is about
choosing your location.

An ideal sniper perch allows you

to estimate range accurately,

Gauge wind velocity
and direction,

and keep your weapon stable.

The goal is to control as
many variables as possible

so when your target shows up,

all you have to do
is pull the trigger.

- I'm all set.
- Yeah, copy that.

Now be ready, your
friends just pulled up

and they're looking to
do a snatch-and-grab.

I want gamble to be a corpse
by the time they get to him.

- What's the word?
- Looks like no one's home.

- All right, so we'll keep
an eye on the street.

The minute gamble shows up,
we move in, we grab him.

- That was a lovely pile of
garbage across the street.

Me and Jesse can hold the front.

- And I'll post up this
alley on the east side.

- All right, I'll
take the West Side.

- Okay, listen, stay
on your radios.

Had a few close calls
with this guy.

Let's not take any chances.

- Oh, this is nice.
This is nice, Sam.

All these bushes we
can hide behind,

you choose a pile of trash.

- You know what?
This is perfect.

- Who would suspect this?
- Right.

- [Giggles]

- I'll tell you what,

if that bastard knows
what's good for him

he'll come back home in
the next 30 minutes.

- You're not gonna make it to
happy hour, Sam, let it go.

- If I don't there's gonna
be a lot more snatching

than grabbing, I can
tell you that much.

- What the hell does
that even mean?

- You're gonna find
out what it means.

- See? The garbage is
making you grumpy.

- It's not the garbage!
- It's making you grumpy.

- It's not the garbage.

It's just that I haven't
sweated my ass off

in this kind of heat since...

Since Mike left.

- Miss him too, huh?
- A little. Maybe.

- In the field, snipers
can spend hours,

sometimes even days, waiting
to take just one shot.

But not matter how diligently
you work to stay focused

on the task, at some point...

Your mind is going to wander.

[Traditional Irish music]

*

[Irish accent] Can
I have a dance?

[Click]

I assume that means yes.

- [Irish accent] You've been
watching me for quite a while.

You sure a dance is
all you're after?

- It's a start.

- So what's your name?

- Michael McBride.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. McBride.

- The pleasure's all mine.

- Hey, the wind's changed.
You got that, Westen?

- Yeah. Yeah, I already
made the correction.

- Any action, Carlos?

- No, not unless you count
a couple kids making out

in the car.

Hey, how about you, fi?

[Car door slams]

- I got bogey
problems of my own.

The gardener next door's
about to start working

in the middle of our
little surprise party.

I'll get rid of him.

Sir?

Senor?

[Speaking Spanish]

[Gasps]

[Grunting]

- Shh.

- You know what, fi should have
bounced that gardener by now.

- I was just thinking
the same thing.

- Fi, what's the word?

Fi?

- Fi.
- Son of a bitch. Fi!

Carlos, we're in trouble.
Let's go!

- They've lost
visual on Glenanne.

- What are you talking about?
Where the hell is she?

- Strong, what the hell's
going on down there?

Strong! What the hell
is going on down there?

- He got her. The son
of a bitch took Fiona.

- Finding someone
who's been abducted

is a race against the clock.

Each minute that passes
increases the area

you have to search.

If you know the vehicle
the kidnapper is driving,

your chances of catching
them rise significantly,

which is why a smart
kidnapper's first move

is to burn his vehicle.

- It's empty. No bodies.
That's a good thing.

If he wanted Glenanne dead,
she'd be in that truck.

You got something to say to me?

- She shouldn't have been
alone in that alley!

If you had listened...

- now's not the time
to point fingers.

We've got a job to do...
- don't tell me about the job!

These are my friends. My family!

- Get your goddamn
hands off of me.

You think blaming me is
gonna help anything?

- I don't blame you!

I blame myself for
listening to you!

- I didn't make them
track this guy down.

I didn't lay out
the ambush plan.

I sure as hell didn't tell
her to go down that alley.

Look, I'm sorry about
what happened to Fiona.

But the job is still the same.

Find this guy, take him down,
without blowing your cover.

The best way to help her
is to finish the job!

- When someone is put
in danger as the result

of an operation going bad, there
are a number of questions

that have to be answered.

What went wrong?

Is there anything you could
have done differently?

And of course the one
question no one wants to ask,

is it your fault?

[Irish music on radio]

*

- [grunts] [Car door closes]

Why'd you park so far away?

- I didn't want
to be blocked in.

I had a notion you were doing
more than slashing the tires.

- You think you
know me, McBride?

- I'm learning.

[Loud explosion]
[Glass shattering]

[Explosion]

- There she is.

Come on.

Breathe deep, it'll
clear your head.

I said breathe.

- [Grunting]

- Can't have you nodding off.
We have work to do.

- Oh, I'm awake.
What do you want?

- I need to talk
to Michael Westen.

- I haven't seen him
in almost a year.

He disappeared.

After his last run-in
with the government...

- ah, ah, ah. Don't lie to me.

If I wanted a CIA cover
story, I would ask for it.

- I'm not lying.

[Groans]

- [Sighs]

Maybe this will be easier if
we start with what I know.

You see, as I do believe
you are aware, I was hired

to look into Michael Westen.

His mother was good
enough to let me know

he's still working for the CIA.

- Well, she's confused. She...

She probably told you what she
thought you wanted to hear.

- Confused?

Oh.

Maybe you can clear something
up for me and explain why

the man who hired me was
killed less than ten minutes

after I told him
that Michael Westen

was still working for the CIA!

Good.

The lies have stopped. Now
we're making progress.

I'm a marked man.

Chances are there's a kill
team after me as we speak.

But I got one card to play.

I know the truth about
Michael Westen.

Of course I could expose
him and have him killed.

Satisfying, but it doesn't
help with my problem.

No. My only move is
to trade my silence

and your life for the
best deal I can get,

which brings us back to the
reason why you are here.

You, my dear,

are going to put me in
touch with him right now.

- I don't know where he is.

- [Sighs]

- [Gasping]

- You're lucky I
don't believe you.

Because if you can't
put me in touch

with Michael Westen,

the only remaining question
is how many bodies I can drop

before they take me out,
and I'll tell you this.

The answer is, at least one.

- Anything inside?

- Ah, some money, a
little bit of ammo.

A couple of files
on Mike, so no.

- I asked my buddy
at homeland security

to put out an alert on every
alias we have for gamble.

I'm still waiting to hear back.

- Just talked to a
neighbor who saw

a silver F-150 in the alley.

- Did they get a plate?

- No, but they said it
had a stakebed on it.

So that should help
narrow it down.

- Okay. I got a contact at the
DMV that can help us out.

- Let's go.
- Hey, guys, hang on.

Hang on, hang on. [Cell
phone vibrating]

It's fi. Fi, where are you?

- This is not Fiona, Mr. axe.

- You son of a bitch.
She better not be hurt.

- Oh, don't worry.
She's still breathing.

For now.

- Westen.

Get in here, he
just made contact.

- What do you want?

- I'm told you can put me in
touch with Michael Westen.

- He's using Fiona to get to me?

- Michael Westen? That's
a pretty tall order

'cause he's not even
in the country.

- Do I need to remind you I
have a gun to Fiona's head?

- Just listen to me.

He can't offer you
anything that I can't.

I mean, what do you need?
Money? Transportation?

You name it, we'll
figure it out.

- No, no, I've already
figured it out.

Give me Westen now or this
conversation is over.

- All right. Wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Just calm down.
Here's what I can do.

I can... um, I can get you
a secure line with him

on a sat phone we use
for emergencies.

I can bring that to you.
Now how's that?

- There's an old marine
warehouse at the end

of deer run Avenue at the river.

Come alone, unarmed.
You have one hour.

- Fine. But I'm not going
anywhere without proof of life.

- You'll have it.

Oh. And by the way, Mr.
Axe, just in case

you were thinking about
trying something,

the view from here
is spectacular.

I can see in every direction.

And if I see anything
I don't like,

I put a bullet in
your friend's head.

[Cell phone beeps]

- Get me an overhead
of that location now.

- You just promised to put
him on the phone with Mike?

- I had to, Jesse, he
was gonna kill her.

- Why in hell would you promise
something we can't deliver?

- What choice did I have?
We're out of moves here.

Look, I figure if I showed
up with a satellite phone,

told him Mike was
on the other end,

maybe I could get close
enough to turn the tables.

- This psycho's
about to kill Fiona

and that's the best
we've got, is maybe?

- All I know, friend, is
if we don't try something,

she dies for sure.

There you go. Proof of life.

Now let's get going.

- All right, it's not the
break that we hoped for.

But it's something.
- What are you talking about?

- How long to mobilize the
special response team?

- 15 to 20 minutes.

- All right, make the call.

And get the commander on the
line with me immediately.

We're gonna shadow your
friends to that meeting.

As soon as we know that gamble's
there, we're gonna go in hard.

- Have you seen
this overhead map?

There's no way of approaching the
building without being seen!

- It's not ideal, I know. But
we can use the distraction...

- you're using my
friends as bait!

- SRT commander's on the line.

- We'll do what we can to keep
your friends safe, Michael,

but we got a job to do here.

Okay, here's the deal.
One target.

He is armed and has one hostage.
Location is 304 deer run.

Single story marine warehouse
with unobstructed views

of the surrounding area.

We will not have the
element of surprise

and may go in under fire.

There are multiple
civilians at play as well.

I've got an operative
here who can give you

some more information... Westen.

Westen! God damn it!

[Tires squealing]
[Horns honking]

Westen. Westen. Get
your ass back here.

I'm giving you a direct order.
Do you hear me, Michael?

You're making the biggest mis...
[Clicks off]

- An operative is trained
to maintain cover

under all circumstances.

When the mission requires
keeping your identity a secret,

you're supposed to follow
orders and stay out of sight.

That's easy when you're
spying on enemies.

But it's a very different thing
when you're spying on friends.

When maintaining cover means
allowing people you care about

to walk right into a death trap,
you have a choice to make.

Risk the operation or
risk your friends' lives.

[Guns clicking] -
Out of the car now.

Hands where we can see them.

- Mike.

- Where the hell did
you come from, man?

You almost killed us.

- I had to stop you before you
got to your meeting with gamble.

Your plan, it's too risky,
for you and for fi.

- How the hell do you
know about our plan?

- We've been watching.
We're after gamble.

[Tires screeching]

- What... what do you
mean, "watching?"

- And who the hell is this "we"?

- I'm here with the CIA. I'll
explain everything later...

- you were there when
that bastard took Fiona!

- We did everything
we could for her!

We didn't know gamble was...
- god damn it, Westen!

I let you come here under
one condition. One!

Stay under the radar. Now
I got a full-blown...

- You son of a bitch!
- Hey! Hey!

- No, no, no.

Mike. Mike.

That's it, back off. Back off.
Back off.

- Nine months. Not one call,
not one letter, nothing.

This... this is how I find out

that my best friend
is still alive?

- This is not how I
wanted to do this.

- This is exactly what I
told you could not happen.

- Strong, listen to me.

- No! You have lost all
talking privileges.

And if this operation's
blown, I am gonna bury you!

- We don't give a damn
about your operation.

That psycho's got Fiona.
You can get back

to your spy games
when she's safe.

- This right here
is the only thing

that's important right now.

- You think you
have a say in this?

Get them the hell out of here!

- I'm telling you, I could
salvage the operation!

- Already been decided.
SRTs are on the way.

They're making a hard entrance
through the south wall.

Only now they don't
have a diversion!

- If you breach the south
wall, you will be seen.

He will shoot Fiona! He
will shoot your men!

If you let me handle this...

- you should have thought
about that before

you went off the reservation.

- Listen to me. I have a
plan that will fix this.

I will save Fiona.

And the only one who
will die will be gamble.

- In a hostage
situation, tactical data

is usually the most important.

Your focus is on details

like the building's entry
points and blind spots,

your target's potential
escape routes,

and your team's
assault capabilities.

But sometimes even more
important than your knowledge

of the situation is
what you know about

the person you are
trying to save.

- Why are you so quiet?

- I don't like the idea of
people shooting at you.

- You're worried.

- You're not?

- One thing you will learn
about me, Michael McBride,

I don't worry.

Not since I was a little girl.

[Cell phone rings]

[Phone beeps]

- You're cutting it close, Mr.
Axe.

- You said one hour.

- Who is this?

- Michael Westen.

- Westen.

They said you weren't in Miami.

- Well, it's your lucky day.

I made a special
trip just for you.

- Stop right there, Westen.

Turn around, take off the vest.

- No tricks.

I'm here to give you
what you want...

As long as Fiona gets
out of there unhurt.

- Good. We're on the
same page then.

You and your CIA pals are
going to put together

a little get-out-of-town
kit for me.

I want 1 million in cash,
evenly divided in dollars,

renminbi, reals, and
British pounds.

- I can get that but first...
- I'm not finished yet!

I want a blank
Canadian passport,

a Lear 60 fueled up on
the runway at opa-lacka,

and a clear flight
path out of Miami.

I'll keep Fiona and you with
me until I am on the plane.

Oh, you can talk now.

- Deal.

I'll get you everything
that you want.

But first I talk to Fiona.
- Stop wasting time.

I've sent a proof of
life to your friend.

- That was an hour ago.
Put her on the phone.

- I'm the one giving
the orders here.

- No deal.

- When I was younger my father
wanted to protect his family

and their beliefs,
no matter what.

I watched him get
beaten and shot at.

But if he was afraid,
he never showed it.

He always said, "there's a
difference between living

and living free."

- Stop right there...
Stop, god damn it. Stop!

Fine. You can talk to her.

- Of course living with honor,
it only put us in more danger.

My father, he came up
with a plan to warn us

if he knew trouble was
brewing and he'd say,

"Fiona.

Time to be brave, little angel."

- You get ten seconds of
quality time, Westen.

Make it count.

- Fi.

- I'm here, Michael.

- "Time to be brave,
little angel"?

- I suppose it was
a code of sorts.

[Clicks]

What it really meant was,
"get down on the floor,

close your eyes, and start
praying till it's over."

[Clicks]

- I'm gonna get you home.

And Fiona...

[Irish accent] It's time
to be brave, little angel.

[Glass shattering]

[Glass shattering]

[Cocks gun]

[Gunfire stops]

[Sirens wailing]

[Police radio chatter]

- There he is, the
man of the hour.

That was one balls-out crazy
move but you made it work.

Now let's go down to the D.R.
And finish this operation.

[Slaps arm]

- So you guys tagged my
phone, my watch, and my car.

Anywhere else I should
check, Mike, like my molars?

- Elsa's hotel suite.

- You're talking
about the penthouse?

Mike, please tell
me that you guys

were not listening this morning.

- Just sweep it, Sam.
- [Groans]

- Oh, my god.

- Look, Mike, next
time you're in town

just skip the bugs and
pick up a phone, man,

before we're knee deep
in a suicide mission.

- For what it's
worth, I had orders.

- Yeah, well in this situation,

"I had orders" doesn't
really cut it, buddy.

- I'm sorry.

- Look, we're just
glad that you're okay.

And Mike, we know you can't
tell us the whole story

but we've seen enough
of the board to know

that you're into
something pretty heavy.

So if you need a
hand, let us know.

- Yeah, the lone ranger
routine, it might feel noble

but it's gonna get
you killed one day.

- Actually even the lone ranger
had Tonto and the horse.

- Right. Tonto. Horse.

- Yeah, Mikey, um...

You gonna talk to fi?

Come on, kemosabe.

- Thank you.

Hello, Michael.

- You okay?

- Yeah, it's just
a few stitches.

The glass in the windows,
it would have been worse...

You remembered my story.

- I'll never forget it.

Fi...

- [Whispers] Take care.

- Who's the girl?
- Fiona Glenanne.

Believe me, lad, you won't
be wanting any of that.

Besides, she's taken.

- Taken? You see that?

That's the kiss you
give when it's over.