All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S06E05.480p.WEB-DL.x264-mSD

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

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

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.

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.

I'm gonna get you out.

We got a lead.

If I get Anson, would that be
enough to get Fiona out of jail?

It's a start.

I can be done with you
right now.

Maybe you should just go ahead
and pull that trigger.

You can just add me
to that list of bodies

you've been dropping --
shut up. Shut up!

I said shut up!

I work for Anson
because if I don't,

my brother dies.

Rebecca, listen to me.
You hate Anson.

You hate him at least as much as
we do. I saw it in your eyes.

Help us take Anson down.

We'll keep
your brother safe.

Sorry, Sam.
It's too late.

I know what it's like
to save someone close to you

by selling your soul
a piece at a time.

There's only one way
to finish this for good.

We have to
take him down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong.

There's nothing
I won't do.

In many ways, being a spy
is just like any other job.

You get a paycheck, go to
meetings, return phone calls.

And if your supervisor
invites you to a fancy lunch

without telling you why,

it's either very good news
or very bad.

You're 30 seconds late.

My training officer

would have booted you
out of the Agency for that.

Tell you what --
I'll make it up to you.

Drinks are on me.

Why don't you tell me
why I'm here?

Wow.

I forgot
how much fun you are.

There is news on your whole
"Get Fiona out of jail" project.

Why do I get the feeling there's
a "but" at the end of this?

There always is,
isn't there?

The C.I.A.
would like her to prove

that she is
a friend of the Agency

before they're willing
to talk terms of a deal.

"A friend of the Agency."

Relax, Michael.

They just want
her arms supplier.

That wasn't what we talked
about, card.

Well, the consensus
was that your panties would

be in a bunch over this.

That's why I'm here
to see you personally.

That's why
I'm buying you $18 drinks.

And that's why
I can tell you this --

I can still
make this happen,

but I need you
and her to play ball,

and I need you
to help convince her.

Do I have a choice?

Not really --

not if you ever want to see
your girlfriend again

without a pane of glass
between the two of you.

Well, I guess,
then, I'm in.

Sam, there are
chairs inside, you know,

where it's not
100 degrees.

Yeah, I'm giving Rebecca
some space.

I'm kind of terrified
of that look in her eyes,

when things
aren't going her way.

Still haven't found
her brother?

Yeah,
I'm all buddied out, Mike --

I mean,
FBI, NSA, Interpol.

The whereabouts
of Mr. Trent Lang

are a mystery to us all.

Is she still keeping everything
close to the vest?

Yeah.

She won't say anything

about where he disappeared from
or what spooked him,

so for all I know,

the guy wandered into the wrong
section of Bed Bath & Beyond.

All right,
I'll go talk to her.

Yeah, good luck with that,
brother.

Rebecca, we need
to talk about your brother.

You can't find him,
can you?

I seem to remember
sparing your life so you could.

You haven't given us
much to go on.

I already told Sam

I'm not letting you
gamble with my brother's life.

This thing with Trent
is delicate.

And I'm telling you

that I specialize
in delicate situations.

Try me.

Fine.

Let's just say there are some
very dangerous people after Trent.

Anson found out
where Trent is hiding,

and he said that
if I don't do his bidding,

he'll tell these people
where Trent is.

Finding your brother
might not be the only answer.

These very dangerous people
might be a good start.

I'm asking you
to trust me.

How can I do that?

How do I know
you'll keep your promise?

Until he met me,

Anson Fullerton was running
an international conspiracy

with hundreds of operatives
and billions of dollars.

And then
I swore to take him down.

Now he's off hiding in some
spider hole under an assumed name,

and you're
all he has left.

So, you go ask him
if I keep my promises.

Burn Notice 6x05
Split Decision
Original Air Date on July 19, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Last time I saw my brother
was in that club.

He liked to dance?
He tended bar?

I need
a little more here.

Trent
was hired to do payroll.

A few months in,
he figured out

it was just a front
for a criminal syndicate.

He tipped off the cops
and slipped town?

Yeah. The police busted the boss
for racketeering.

That's Wes Foster.

It was his dad
who went to prison.

So, Wes took over
the family business,

and he's picked up a new hobby,
which is hunting my brother.

He's been offering rewards,
bribing cops.

Son of a bitch is obsessed.

Well, you've seen him.

Still not hearing
any brilliant solutions.

One step at a time.

First I need to figure out
a way in.

Oh, good luck.

Wes' organization is huge,

but since the bust,
it's family only.

There's always a way in.

You just have to know
your target.

Are you sure you're sure, Mike?
I mean, Rebecca --

She needs our help. Her brother
didn't do anything wrong.

We're doing this.

I don't know, Mike.

You got three states' worth
of gang members here.

I mean, you can't
get them all busted.

Maybe the old torch-and-pitchfork
routine would work, huh?

You know,
round up some villagers.

Just brainstorming.

Forget the whole gang.
This comes down to Wes.

If we convince him it was someone
else who got his father busted,

Rebecca's brother
is off the hook.

I just need an approach.

Okay, well,
check this out.

Wes' dad, Hank,
died in prison

six months ago
of a heart attack.

But his old cellie --

he's in a work-release program
in Tallahassee.

He'd be a walking encyclopedia
on Wes' dad.

We get
some background info,

I could approach Wes
as Hank's prison buddy.

You're fine making the trip
up to Tallahassee?

You'll have backup.

You haven't lived

till you've spent a midsummer
road trip with Nate Westen.

Me and Nate
versus the ex-con? Seriously?

Time is tight.

I need to stay here
and make the approach

as soon as
we've got some info.

Hey, if you want, you can babysit
Rebecca. I'll go with Nate.

No, no, no. Thank you.
Bring on the ex-con.

Unlike common criminals,

spies are trained
to work with their captors

to negotiate their own release.

In most cases,
it simply requires

staying calm, relaxed, and
being as helpful as possible.

Of course,
it's a lot more difficult

when the person standing across
from you is someone you hate.

I realize
that working with us

is more akin to a shotgun wedding
than a romantic courtship,

but you have
done it before.

Well, that was
for Michael, not you.

I get it -- you're not joining
my fan club anytime soon.

It's sad,
but I've come to terms with it.

Listen to me carefully,
please.

The deal that
Michael Westen's been offered

has a solid shot
to get you out of here.

I'm just trying to help.

Last time you helped me, you
pulled Michael out of Ireland

without
so much as a goodbye.

I'll tell you what --

why don't we go ahead
and focus on the present, okay?

Peruse that.

You want my help
bringing down Greyson Miller.

Putting him out of business

would make certain
middle eastern allies happy,

which would
make the Agency happy,

which could
make you very happy.

It's just
a great big circle of bliss.

Do you love it?

What does Michael
say about all this?

I'll be honest with you.

At first, he wasn't thrilled
with this proposition,

but he realizes that this deal
is your ticket home.

And that's
where he wants you -- home.

Fine.
I'll do it.

I need to make arrangements
to reach Greyson.

Let's get into it, then.

I need you to call Michael's
mother and tell her to bring

the picture frame
that I gave her last year.

A photo frame.

I don't want to know, do I?

Got it.

Next time we drive 500 miles

to interrogate
some dead guy's ex-cellmate,

we're taking my car.

I mean, these seats
are as hard as a park bench.

This is a high-performance
machine, Nate, okay?

Could your car have got us here
in less than six hours?

I -- I don't think so.

Well, at least I wouldn't have
to listen to five hours of Queen.

Now you're gonna dog my playlist.
It's shrilly.

If by "shrilly," you mean "angelic,"
then I agree with you.

Wait a minute.
Look who's here.

Here we go.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Whatever you're selling,
I don't want any.

You Butch McCall?

How you doing?
Ben Wexler.

This is
my associate Sam Baum.

We're with the National Institute of
Prisoner Psychology.

We're going around conducting
interviews with former inmates.

We just need about --
Not interested. Now, get lost.

Now, Mr. McCall,
you should know

that anyone who participates
in the study will receive --

$500, sir.

$500.
And that's in your pocket. Cash.

$500.

So now all you got to do

is answer some questions
about your old cellmate.

I believe
his name is Hank Foster.

You have me confused
with somebody who gives a damn!

Now get lost.

Hey!

Aah!

Oh!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Okay, no, that's good.
Okay, that's --

someone just got their first
lesson in cattle-prod safety --

two hands, dude.
Two hands.

Two hands.

How you feeling, butch?

Still tingles a little bit,
right?

Who the hell are you people?

That's a good question.

Um, I guess technically
we are researchers, right?

We're just not from the National
Institute of... whatever the hell I said.

That was a lie.

We just have a few questions
about your old cellmate.

Anyone
who been in the joint know

you don't snitch about anything to anyone.
Right, right.

What happens
in Union Correctional

stays in Union Correctional.

Look, man,
we're not the cops.

We just want to know a
little more about Hank, okay --

his likes, his dislikes,
his habits,

his thoughts on global warming.

Yeah, and what if I decide to
tell you to kiss my ass? Then what?

Just remember,
you're protecting a dead guy.

I mean,
is it really worth it?

You still offering the $500?

Well, that depends on
how helpful you're feeling.

He said the prison gangs
left him alone after that.

So, Hank's cell
was at this end.

He used to play backgammon

with the, uh,
dudes from his cellblock

at these tables right here.

The laundry room
was over here at this end.

That's where
Hank had his heart attack.

Great. Anything else?
Um, nope.

I think that pretty much brings
Skype storytime to an end.

All right, you should pack up and
get out of there as fast as you can.

Will do.

Hey, Mike, he said
Hank was one tough bastard,

so I doubt
his son's gonna be a pushover.

You sure you got enough info
to sell your cover?

I'll make it work.

Selling a cover
as a former convict

is about the little things --

the habits you learn in prison,

things like
wearing shoes without laces,

refusing
to make direct eye contact,

and asking permission before
doing even the most basic task.

I couldn't believe it.

I'm sorry.
I don't -- I --

I was hoping to speak with
Mr. Foster, if that's okay.

I-I don't mean to intrude.

It's a little late for that.

The name's Freddie Kupfer.

I was in your dad's backgammon
club, you know, upstate.

I was hoping that we could
privately conversate.

We're already
conversing privately.

You just
haven't said anything yet.

Fair enough.

Your dad wanted me to give you
a message when I got out.

It's about
how he got pinched.

Oh, damn it, Wes.

Don't let this guy
ruin our meal.

What, you running some sort of
scam, looking for a handout?

No scam, nope...

although Hank did say

that you might be able
to slide me some startup cash,

like you did for your
Uncle David when he got out.

Was that supposed to be
on the D.L.? Sorry.

Why don't you tell me
what my dad said?

And I'll decide
what it's worth.

Your dad said,

"Wes needs to know
he's chasing the wrong guy.

It wasn't Trent
that dropped the dime."

When making an approach,

solid intelligence is often
just a starting point.

Scam or not, it sure sounds
like a fairy tale.

Gauging the different reactions of
your target and those around him

can help you
fill in the blanks.

While you may already know how
a man feels about his dad...

Seriously? You're --
you're kicking me out?

Hank said
that you two were tight.

Hank said
that you were just like him.

...keeping your eyes open
can also tell you

about how that man's wife

really felt
about her father-in-law.

I'll tell you
another thing he said.

He said his champ
would be all over this,

though he didn't think the wife
would let you off the leash.

Come on.

Rob...hold on a second.

Are you serious, Wes?
Get rid of this loser.

Let me handle it.

You should watch your mouth.

These were Hank's words,
not mine. I apologize.

Speak fast.
All right.

There was this ex-D.A.,

paper pusher,
doing time with us.

Some of the other guys
would work him over pretty good.

He let slip that the cops
had a secret informant on you,

someone
you didn't even know about.

That's all you got?

Sorry. That's not enough.

Wait. Wait.
That's all I got?

Who said that's all I got?

He also said
there was a file,

a file in some warehouse
in Overtown, I think,

that should tell you
who the snitch is.

And how do I
get to see this file?

You could ask nicely,

but I could also
offer my services

as a procurement specialist.

A thief.

Yeah. I got it. Thanks.

Fine. You got a job.

You earn your keep,
it pays pretty good.

But if you're playing some game,
I will bury your ass alive.

I'll tell you what --
if I don't come through,

I'll grab a shovel
and help you dig.

Okay, how many
of these have I had,

'cause it sounded like
you just promised Wes

you're gonna bust into
a police storage facility,

and I know
you're not brain-damaged.

I had to
offer him something.

Wes needs proof,
and he's not gonna believe me

unless
he has to work for it.

Anson kills my brother
if this isn't done delicately.

Getting arrested
is not an option.

Nobody's getting arrested.

I just need you two to plant
a file for Wes and me to find,

and I will handle this
delicately.

Okay, Mike, I can back-date
some C.I.A. payment invoices

and fudge
some operation status reports.

Who we setting up?

Just say
"unnamed informant"

and point everything
away from Trent.

Let Wes spend the rest of his
life tearing his team apart

trying to figure out
who betrayed him.

There you have it.
Go, team.

Yeah, why don't you just
promise him a walk on the

moon while you're at it?

If that will prevent them
from hunting your brother,

it's on the table.

Don't get him started.

I don't have
any buddies at NASA.

This place is amazing.
Bro, wow.

I mean,
it reminds me of that movie

where the ex-con
gets mistook for a rich guy

and there's a cowboy hat
and there's a monkey that --

oh, actually, I think that was a TV show.
I didn't see it.

It means
you're doing good for yourself.

What can I say? My wife has good taste.
Mm.

Seriously, you couldn't have
met up at the nightclub?

Cut him some slack.
He's a guest.

Sorry. That -- that just...

Well, tell your "guest"
not to touch anything else.

I have a friend
who can fix this.

He owns a machine shop.

Don't worry about it.

It's better if you
stay out of her way for now.

Come on.

I didn't put all this up
overnight.

This is
years of blood and sweat.

You saying
this is all for nothing?

It's the cops.
It's how they do it.

You're busy, uh,
chasing this, uh, Trent guy

while the real informant
gets to breathe easy.

Which would mean
this is all lies.

Not lies.

You know how
when we were in school,

when you put your name
on the smart kid's test?

I did.

This stuff happened.
It just wasn't Trent.

If my dad knew about this,
why didn't he say anything?

Well, why didn't he
talk to our lawyers?

He was
putting it all together,

but then
his heart stopped.

Maybe he would have told you,
but you didn't visit him

the last few months
he was on the inside.

Tell me
about this police warehouse.

I got a guy
who works at city hall.

He mops the floors.

Now, when we were kids, he --
he blew his pinky clean off.

We used to call him --

this is not the point.

He was able to pull

the blueprints
and the work schedules.

Now, if we enter the warehouse
here, between swing shifts,

we'll be able to
grab the files and bolt --

less than a minute.

And you're sure
that file will be there.

I have never been sure-er.

Budget constraints force
most government offices

to manage their files

using rigid,
out-of-date filing systems.

The constant glitches
and lack of technical support

give you a great opportunity

to sidestep the normal
rules and procedures.

How you doing there?

Uh, this little devil didn't
get back into the file box --

case number 08-52979.

Can you make sure
it finds its way back home?

Thanks, man. Appreciate it.

Case is closed. Doesn't
say anything about new files.

Ah, well, it'll be under
Detective Finley.

Should come up
in a few hours.

Or next June.
You know how it is.

Sorry. Can't file this
without proper authorization.

Of course,
if you run into someone

who insists on doing things
by the book,

you better know how to bend
those same rules in your favor.

Okay, listen, uh,
we need your help here, see,

'cause I'm a --

An idiot.

An idiot who's gonna
get us both suspended.

Well, I need
supervisor approvals.

Hey, eyes up here,
little man.

He's already on my bad side.

And if you don't want
to end up there, too,

you'll quit looking down
my shirt and take the damn file.

I...wasn't, ma'am.

You can't bend the rules
for your precious file room,

but sexual harassment's okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.
I'll file it.

Just go.

You know, you're, uh --

If you say "pretty when you're
angry," I'll break your jaw.

No, I was gonna go with
"terrifying."

Look who I found
in the visitors center.

Hi.

Honey, what happened?

It's fine. It's nothing.
It's good to see you.

You too.

Well, you'll be home soon,
right?

That's what this is all about,
isn't it --

getting out of here?

And the quicker
we get going,

the faster she'll be eating some
of your world-famous meat loaf.

Would you back off?

I am just concerned

with national security,
Fiona's freedom,

and getting a dangerous
gun-runner off the street,

but by all means,
you take your time.

Is he always like this?

Yeah.
Did you bring it?

Yeah. I hope this is
still what you're looking for.

Um, I deleted some pictures
of you and Michael on the beach.

Nate kept sending
all these photos of the baby,

and I needed
to make some room.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. There are
no secret messages in my photos.

Encrypted data card --

basically just a phone book
for all my contacts.

Should I, uh,
be running a metal detector

over the throw pillow
you gave me?

Uh, no.
No, that was just a pillow.

All right, then,
this, uh, little toy

will make it seem
as though your call

is coming from
your very own cellphone,

somewhere in South Miami.

My operative's in place.

You just get Greyson
to the meeting.

Officially, Fiona Glenanne
was never arrested,

so Greyson should buy it.

Greyson will want to do this
his way.

It would be a lot easier

if you'd let me
handle him in person.

The warden's
not gonna be too eager

for you to be having
an afternoon stroll all by yourself.

We're gonna use
my operative.

I brought you
a cheat sheet

so you can get
all the details just right.

Can I take
my frame back now?

I wish you would.
Uh-huh.

Fiona,
let's make that call.

Speakerphone, please.

Glenanne.

Been a while.
I've been out of the country.

I need
to put some cash together.

The last shipment
that I bought from you --

I need to sell it back.

All right. Five grand.

Five?
It's worth 10 times that.

Okay. How does...

Five grand sound?

You're a bastard.
Did you know that?

Well, sounds like
you're in a bind.

Take it or leave it.

Fine.

My associate Steven Delprete
will meet you.

Don't know him.
Won't work with him.

It's you or Michael,
or no deal.

Fine.
Michael, then.

I'll text you
the details.

Sounds like
a barrel of laughs.

Would you like to tell Michael,
or should I?

You need the number?

No, I have Michael's number
right here.

Look, I won't be able to stop
the alarm from going off,

so we'll have about a minute

before this place
turns into cop central.

This place is huge.
There won't be enough time.

Just keep moving.
We'll be fine.

Explosive breaching is usually the
fastest way into any building,

but it isn't exactly
the most subtle.

When a softer touch
is required,

a compact hydraulic wedge

can quickly pry a door
away from its frame

without waking up the neighbors
or singeing off your eyebrows.

Let's move.
Clock's ticking.

Precinct 234, right?

Looks like
it's organized by year.

08-52979 --

the song I've been singing
for the last three years.

What are you doing?
Just take the whole box.

I got to make sure
the file's here.

Well, hurry up!

Back off and keep watch,
will you?

Gotcha.

Time's up.
We got company.

Back up. Back up.
He'll see us.

I'll take care of it.
No, no, no, no. No way.

You know why
I only spent five years in jail?

It's 'cause I didn't
point my gun at anybody.

I'm not gonna have him
see my face.

Don't fight it.
Don't fight it. Relax.

See?
He didn't see your face.

Happy?

Let's get the hell
out of here.

Oh, that
doesn't look promising at all.

Well,
what are we doing up here?

Oh, I thought
you'd like the view.

You don't know anything
about cops, do you?

They have to
search the whole building

before they come up here.

Just calm down
and let me think.

Yeah?
I think we're screwed.

You're the one who was taking
your sweet time in there.

They're everywhere. I say
we go back down and grab

the guard that you took down.

At least we have a hostage that way.
And risk being spotted?

The only thing
going for us right now

is we haven't
been seen yet.

Oh, that cat's gonna be
out of the bag pretty quick.

Fastest way back to the car
is straight ahead.

All we got to do
is get the cops to move.

I have a buddy
who lives around here.

Creating distractions is --

well, let's just say it's --
hey. Uh, Chuck?

Yeah, yeah, it's me. Listen,
I'm gonna cut right to it.

I have
a little bit of a problem.

Yeah, no kidding, Mike. What
the hell's going on in there?

Look,
I'm at that cop-record place

around the corner from you.

Look, I set off
these big air-raid sirens.

Pigs haven't seen us yet.
How much time you got?

Well, we're on the roof.
I'd say maybe 10 minutes.

So, I need you to create
a big distraction on

the northwest corner,

give the cops
something else to think about.

Yeah, we're on it.
Sit tight, buddy.

Great.
Now what are we gonna do?

I thought Mike
knew what he was doing, huh?

This is a disaster.

Don't get ahead of yourself.
It's only a pre-disaster.

Now, look, Mike wants
a distraction, right?

So, we'll set off an alarm
in the impound yard.

The cops will think
Mike escaped the building.

Brilliant. So, we get chased
by the cops instead.

I didn't say
the plan was perfect.

What are you doing?
What's that for?

It's one of those
friendship bracelets.

What's it look like?!
It's our way off the roof.

I thought you said you had a buddy --
He's gonna give us an opening.

And when he does,
we're gonna have to get down

as quick as we can.

Like gym class,
all right?

Not a good time.

Michael, I've been calling you.
I need your help.

What's --
what's going on?

It's this thing
Card wants me to do.

Fi, he is
trying to help you.

Yeah, I know.

The problem is, Greyson will
only make the deal with you.

Can you meet him
this afternoon?

I'm kind of
in a tough spot right now.

Could we do it tomorrow?

No, he won't budge.
It's now or never.

Fi?

So quiet.

Must be serious.

Yeah, I, uh --

Michael, I understand.
It's okay.

I'll get it done.

I know you'll try,

but you can't
be everywhere all the time.

I wish I was there
to back you up.

That's enough. Look it, I hate
to interrupt this lovefest.

We only have one shot here,

so I need you to abandon
whatever Reindeer Games

you're currently involved in

and get on this.

I'm going as fast as I can.

You got time to make phone calls
now? Who the hell was that?

Just a girl, on again,
off again, jail again --

long story
that we don't have time for.

The mistake people make in
trying to deal with a guard dog

is trying to deal
with a guard dog.

A well-trained German
Shepherd can run nearly

30 miles an hour,

jump about 5 feet vertically,

and bite with more than
500 pounds of pressure.

All right. Ladies first.

You're such a gentleman.

Yeah?
Wait till you get the bill

to repair my trunk liner.

Trying to distract a dog
may seem like a good idea,

but it usually just delays
getting attacked

by a few seconds.

The best strategy is to stay
as far away as possible

and, if you can,
put some solid steel

between you and the animal.

Get in there.
That dog looks hungry.

All right,
all right, all right.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, thanks for that.

What are you, a size 12?

11.

Still remember what you're
doing there, grandpa?

Trust me -- best hands
east of the Mississippi.

Just give me one second.

M-maybe two.

There we go.
Buckle up.

That's not gonna keep
those cops back much longer.

Don't worry.
Here comes the cavalry.

And there they go.
Run, little piggies!

You ready?
Ready.

Unh!

Walk in the park, right?

Let's get the hell
out of here.

I don't see any cops.

Once we get out of Overtown,
we're as free as a bird.

Maybe we should ditch your ride,
just in case.

We have a better chance
getting caught car-hopping

than we do motoring through.

What are you worried about?

In 15 minutes,
you'll be home,

enjoying some alone time
with that file.

Yeah. Hey.

Michael, please tell me
you're on your way.

Working on
a couple more kinks.

Ah, well, that doesn't sound
very promising.

I must tell you,
your extracurriculars

are getting in the way
of my operation.

I'm trying to.

Remember what I told you in training
about the verb "to try"?

How much time do I have?

An hour, max.

Michael, if you want us
to close up shop here,

you just say the word

because I just don't think
it's fair to Fiona

to get her hopes up.

No, don't pull the plug.
I'll --

No more calls. Got it?

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just my bookie.

I'm in a big hole with him.

One more job, and I get back to even --
Worry about this job first.

What are you worried about?

We're miles away from the cops.
My buddy took care of us.

Damn it.

If we don't lose them now,
it's gonna get ugly real fast.

Try the first side street
after 23rd.

Duck into
the housing projects.

You sure it's not a dead end
this time?

That wasn't my dead end.
It was your wrong turn.

Whoa!

Sam!

Yelling isn't helping.
Then get us out of here.

Hey, you want to drive?
Come on over.

They get much closer, I'm gonna
have to start shooting.

All right. I got an idea,
but you're not gonna like it.

Hey, Sam.

Hey, Jesse, uh, please tell me
you're still at the loft.

I was just leaving. What's up?
Oh, great.

Listen, uh,
I got a bit of a cop problem.

You know the speedboat
that's docked down by the river?

Yeah.

Yeah, I need you
to get that

and meet me under the Port bridge,
you know, like now.

You got it, Sam.

Did you say,
"under the bridge"?

Yeah, hope you can swim.

More often than not,

high-speed chases end with
the fleeing driver in handcuffs

or in a bed at the hospital.

Escaping with your freedom

and the ability
to use both of your legs

means making a getaway the cops
aren't prepared to deal with.

Okay, running out of
real estate. You ready?

We die,
it's on you, Evel Knievel.

Well, we make it,
mojitos are on you, sweetie.

Okay!

Did I come through with this,
bro, or did I come through?

You're right.

It says the cops had
a different informant.

It's not Trent.

I told you.
Hey, I got to go.

You got a lot of things
to work out,

a lot of things to figure out.

Oh, there's
nothing to figure out

'cause
there's only one person

that could have given the cops
this much info.

But there's no way --
can't be right.

If it's in the file, I don't
know how you argue with that.

You don't understand.

Everything in this file --
it points to my wife.

When your target draws a
conclusion you're not ready for,

you play along if it helps you
get the job done.

Sometimes, it makes wrapping up
a mission quick and easy.

No, I don't buy it.

And other times, it makes
your job that much harder.

Damn, this must be
difficult for you.

But I think you got to
start facing the facts.

Donna has been with me forever.
She's my whole life.

Why would she do this?

Well,
with your old man gone,

maybe she wanted
to move up the food chain.

Hey, you have to admit,
the shoe fits pretty damn good.

Now I know why she gave me
such an icy reception.

This isn't possible.

There has to be
some kind of explanation.

You're starting
to make excuses for her?

You sound like my mom when she
got in a fight with my old man.

"Oh, he didn't mean it.
He loves us."

You gonna forget that your dad
died in prison because of her?

You have to
remember that, bro.

I have been
saving this bullet

for the person
who sent my dad away --

hollow-point, 9-millimeter.

You want me to use this
on my wife?

No, you're
smarter than that.

You kill her,
you go to jail.

Don't kill her.
Just...kick her ass out.

Don't look back.

I can't.
You have to.

You have to think about
all the wasted hours you spent

chasing the wrong guy!

You have to think about
the pain she caused you.

You have to do this for you.

You have to do this
for your dad.

You have to finish
what you started, bro.

I'm gonna talk to her.

I'm gonna sort this out.

Ah, the outdoor speakers
are busted again.

I got to get --
Don't take another step.

We got to talk right now.

Wes, quit screwing around. What's --
I'm serious.

What the hell's going on?

Explain something
to me, Donna.

Why do I have a file

that says you've been
feeding info to the cops?

Why does it say that Trent
was a damn goose chase?

Explain that to me!

What? Hold on.

Honey, where are you
getting all of this?

From
your new friend there?

What's it matter?
Okay, this is crazy.

Think about it.

Ever crossed your mind
that this guy is playing you?

He could be working for Trent
for all you know.

Look at you,
always spinning a story,

trying to wiggle your way
out of this.

Okay, who the hell
do you think you are?

Wes, how long
have we been together?

I love you.

I would
never do this to you.

What, that son of a bitch
comes in, and --

and everything changes?

He's not even family.
Family?

You don't think
watching his dad's back

in the joint
for three years makes me family?

Breaking my parole?

Baby...

Look, Wes,
this is your move.

You know what to do,
and if you don't...

maybe you're not the man
your dad thought you were.

Wes.

Get her out of here.

I never want to see her
here again.

What?

Baby, come on!
Baby, just -- Wesley!

Come on! Baby!

All this crap.

Some detective
I turned out to be.

You figured it out.

You just needed
a co-detective.

I got to jet.
Hey.

Anything you need,
you just ask.

I might
take you up on that.

Here I, uh -- I thought
you forgot all about us.

Oh, I'm fine. Thanks.

Where am I going
for this meet with Greyson?

Grove Key Marina, and don't
bother stopping for a snack.

You only have 30 minutes
to get the guns,

and you still need
to get wired up.

Tell Fi I'm on my way.

News flash --

turns out your boyfriend
can be everywhere at once.

Sadly, that means
my evening is also spoken for.

I can't wait to meet
this Greyson in person.

You boys have fun.

Oh, I'm sure
it'll be a blast.

Listen, I, um --
I went ahead

and took the liberty
of getting you some takeout --

Thai, I think, or --
I-I can't remember,

but whatever it is, I'm --
I'm sure it's a lot better

than what you get
in this dump.

You think a little lousy takeout
is gonna make me forgive you?

Forgivee me?

Forgive me for pulling every
single string at the Agency

to get you out of here?

Or is this
still about Ireland?

Because if it is, let me straighten you
out on that score.

Michael's cover
was about to be blown.

He wouldn't leave you.

Forget about the fact that,
if he stayed,

you'd both
be dead right now, or worse.

And would you, uh

Would you like
to venture a guess --

just exactly who
dropped everything

and flew
halfway around the world

to make sure that
that didn't happen?

So, for all
the happy memories

that you have made so far
with Michael Westen,

the fun, the excitement,
the, uh -- the felonies...

You...are...welcome.

I rush across town to make this deal,

and Greyson doesn't bother
to show up on time?

Hey, you know what?

It sure beats
waiting on pins and needles

for you all day.

What can I say?
I'm in high demand.

How about you focus on the prize
there, maestro?

Shot at the buzzer
only counts if you drain it.

Uh-huh. And Greyson
is now headed your way.

Remember, he has to take receipt
of the guns

before we move on him, yes?

You know, I was able to function
in the field

for six years without you.

No joke, Michael.

Best years
of my life there, pal.

Michael Westen.

Almost didn't recognize you
without the suit.

Laundry day.
Where's my five grand?

Answer something
for me first.

Oh, is this an interrogation
or a deal?

That's the thing.

I haven't heard from Fiona
for months,

and then, boom,
deal of the century?

You know when something seems
too good to be true.

Come on, now, Michael.

Fi's counting on you.
Bring it home.

Oh, you think
this is a setup?

Crossed my mind.

If I was working
with the cops,

they would have
already stormed in here

the moment
you pulled a gun on me.

I don't hear any sirens.

Fair point.

Still, I'm curious
why Fi's in such a hurry

to offload these guns.

She's trying to buy me off.

What are you talking about?

She skipped town. She headed
back to Ireland with this Brit.

Screwed me on a deal.

What can I say?
At least she pays her debts.

Well, at least she gets you
to pay her debts.

Well, look at that.

Michael Westen
with a broken heart.

It kills me.
It really does.

I'll be crying into my pillow
tonight.

This should cheer you up
a little.

Guns
are in the Charger.

Load 'em up.

That's our cue. Drop the hammer.
Go! Go! Go!

You son of a -- ugh!

You think Fi would replace me
with a Brit?

Aah!

You're dead, Westen.
You hear me?!

Dead, dead, dead, dead.
Yeah, I know.

What do you say, Card?

Greyson is in cuffs.

Is that enough
to make the Agency happy?

Michael, take a breath,
for the love of God.

You are allowed to be human
every once in a while.

Answer the question, please.

Well, Michael,
as of 20 seconds ago,

Fiona got invited
to the CIA company picnic.

She is an official asset.

Now it is up to you

to apprehend her
"Get out of jail free" card.

Go get 'em, tiger.

I'm working on it.

Hey, Mikey.

I think
you've earned a couple beers

for working
double-duty today.

Thanks. I'm not drinking.

Well, neither is she.

I thought we were all
supposed to be friends now.

Doesn't matter.
I guess I can toast by myself.

Your brother is safe.

Are you sure?

You don't think Wes is still
gonna come after him?

Wes found
someone else to blame.

It's over.

Thank you.

Um, I don't really know
what else to say

other than...thank you.

Like I said,
I always keep my promises.

Well, I suppose
you want me

to hold up my end
of the agreement now.

I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents and cash

every couple of weeks.

I can tell you
the exact location

of the hotel
in Atlantic City

where he's
expecting his next drop.

But there's something
I want from you first.

Just promise me,

when you finally get
that bastard in custody,

no deals, no negotiations,
no compromises.

Anson will get
what he deserves.

I promise you that.

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