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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

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

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

No cash, no credit,
no job history.

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

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

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

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

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

You know spies. Bunch
of bitchy little girls.

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

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

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

Previously on Burn Notice.

Assassinations...

Little wars around the world.

Whoever's behind all of this
was being investigated...

by a counterintelligence
agent named Jesse Porter.

I need you to get his files.

[ Sam ] Mike, that guy whose files
you stole, he's being blacklisted.

- You just burned a spy.
- Maybe I could help.

- Why would you do that?
- Burned spies need to stick together.

So your search for the root of
all evil led you to rob a bank,

and you're rewarded
with the word of God.

It's a book code... a cipher.

Jesse's been working on this
investigation for years.

This little baby
connects all the dots.

[ Michael ] Everything leads
back to John Barrett.

- Why didn't I put this together? -It's a
great cover, running a telecom conglomerate.

Gets Barrett into every
corner of the globe.

If you want the Bible, Mr. Barrett,
you have to get on a plane.

I just got off one, son.
I'll be in touch.

Michael burned me, and you
all helped cover it up.

- Good-bye, Fiona.
- [ Door Opens ]

Jesse found out
about everything.

I think he's gonna make us pay.

I almost made it to Tampa,
but you called, and I came.

Perimeter's clear.

No sign of Jesse. Looks
like he left in a hurry.

He was on his way to Michael's
place to shoot him.

I doubt he was too concerned about
packing all his undershirts.

So what now?

The situation hasn't changed.

We found Barrett. He's in Miami.

We grab him, and we ask
him some questions.

Michael? Jesse vowed to
put a bullet in you.

That should put him at the
top of your to-do list.

There's not a whole lot I can
do about that right now.

And the fact is, if we don't get to Barrett,
Jesse's life will be ruined for nothing.

Mom. Under the circumstances, you might
go ahead and take that trip out of town.

Jesse and I were friends.

Maybe I'll stay and try and
convince him not to shoot you.

Let's go, Fi. Sam's waiting.

[ Sam ] Well, this
is where he is.

Tough to hide when you're renting
a high-security compound...

and guarding it
with a small army.

Not bad. Twenty grand a day.

Guess there wasn't room
at the Best Western.

You sure you want to do
it this way, Michael?

If you just want to send a message
to the guy, there are other ways.

Barrett needs to know I'm someone
he needs to take seriously.

Okay, so, Mike, beyond 10 feet
you're kind of pushing it here,

so don't use that thing
unless you're close.

Hit him in both eyes,
he'll be stumbling blind.

We'll cover you the best we can.

[ Michael Narrating ] The Native
American practice of counting coup...

involved touching enemies
on the battlefield.

The object wasn't to do damage,

but to establish your
superiority as a warrior.

Infiltrating someone's security
can serve a similar function.

It's a not-so-subtle
way of saying,

"Hi. I'm not here to hurt you...

[ Electronic Whine ]

but I could hurt you very
badly if I chose to."

You wanna get out of this
alive, you will not move.

[ Beeps ] Hello!
Hello, everyone.

This is Michael Westen. I want to
talk to John Barrett, please, now.

[ Radio Static ]

It's Michael Westen, sir.
He's on the premises.

Good evening, Mr. Westen.

You have a very interesting way
of welcoming people to Miami.

For an international power player like
yourself, I wanted to do something special.

I'm flattered.

You want to tell me why you're
attacking my bodyguards?

I just want to make this clear.
You will take me seriously.

Mission accomplished.

Don't get too cocky though.

Right now you have 10 high-powered
rifles trained on you.

You try anything stupid,
you'll quickly be reduced...

to a nasty red stain
on my nice green lawn.

Nobody is making a move.
I just want to talk.

Good. Now that we understand each
other, let's talk about my Bible.

For the moment, it is my Bible.

You want it, you'll meet me at Dinner
Key, north end, noon, Tuesday.

What exactly do you
expect in return?

We both know that the Bible
is the basis for a book code.

First, I want to know
what it decodes,

and then we can talk about
our future together.

Our future together?

Yeah. I was thinking you
might want to hire me on.

You could really use
some new staff.

That's impressive work, Michael.

When you said you could get John Barrett
down to Miami and snatch him yourself,

I thought you were dreaming.

If we're gonna be partners on this job,
you need to know I keep my promises.

I expect you to keep yours.
Of course.

So, when does this all happen?
It goes down Tuesday.

I'm putting together the
equipment and the plan now.

Speaking of plans and equipment,

let's talk about Jesse Porter.

I have reports that he's been reaching out
to old contacts in the intelligence world.

Nothing you need to worry about.
Yeah?

We can't have him in the wind, Michael.
He's either with us or against us.

You want me to take care of him?
I'll handle it.

Be sure you do, Michael.

'Cause this little project is a lot
bigger than you or Jesse Porter.

John Barrett and his organization have
been wreaking havoc all over the globe.

They've been killing civilians,
killing spies and killing my people,

and this is the closest we've come
to cutting the head off the beast.

We are not gonna
let him get away.

Understood?

Understood.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.
Just so we're sure here.

You're not actually planning on turning this
Barrett character over to Vaughn, right?

No, once we get Barrett, we can
go to the C.I.A., the F.B.I.

He's a pretty big card to play.

You think it's enough to get Jesse back in?
It's the only chance he's got.

Good. Because I have
to say, Michael,

I hate it when my friends
kill each other.

- Excuse me. Mr. Westen? - Yes?

I work for Adam Scott. If you don't mind,
I need to discuss something with you.

Adam Scott?

He's a big-time defense attorney.
Represents half the scumbags in Miami.

Mr. Scott needs to speak with you.
He has an urgent situation.

That money's yours just for hearing
him out. There's a car waiting.

Sorry. I don't get into cars
with people I don't know...

without a good reason.

Mr. Scott's daughter's been kidnapped.
She's five years old.

He needs your help... now.

Well, in that case.

They took Becky right
out of the backyard.

Men with machine guns.

She's five years old.

My ex wants to call the F.B.I. I've
convinced her to hold off, but...

- You have any idea who did it?
- I know exactly who did it.

It's one of my clients.

Rod Lawson. He runs
the Carol City gang.

They run drug and protection
rackets throughout the southeast.

He's on trial for murder.
Verdict comes in Monday.

So he decided he needed
a little insurance.

His brother, Dale,

contacted me the day after
they snatched Becky.

He said... if we lose,
they'll kill her.

Since I'm here, I assume the
trial isn't going well?

The evidence is overwhelming.

Rod is going to lose.

How exactly did you find me, Mr.
Scott?

I'm a defense attorney, Mr.
Westen.

I know Miami's underworld.

Your associate Barry
Burkowski... he mentioned you.

When clients need to pay cash,
he helps arrange things.

Did it ever occur to you...

that representing people who pay
their legal bills in cash...

isn't the safest profession?

I'm not a saint, Mr. Westen.

Neither are you.

Becky's five years old.

I'm running out of time.

Set up a meeting with Dale. Tell him
you're working on getting his brother,

and we need to meet to negotiate
the terms of Becky's release.

He needs to bring proof
of life to the meeting.

You'll help me then?

No. I'll help her.

The girl's fine. That's Wake Up,
Miami this morning. Channel 3.

Check the listings if you want.

Her face looks swollen. Did
you put your hands on her?

Nobody touched her.

She's been crying.

You want her to stop, get
my brother out of jail.

Look, we both stand to
lose somebody here.

I'm just a devoted family
man, like yourself.

I told you, I can't just get
someone out of jail like that.

You're a hell of a lot more confident when
you're taking a million-dollar retainer.

Figure it out.

- Son of a... - That's enough.

And who are you again?
Call me Joseph.

Okay, Joseph. What
are you doing here?

My job is to get Mr.
Scott's daughter back.

I think I made it clear
how that happens.

Mr. Scott here needs to do
the job he was paid to do.

With the evidence against your
brother, you don't need a lawyer.

You need a miracle worker,
and that's what I am.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Getting your brother out of
jail is going to require...

Let's just call it a shift
in the legal circumstances.

That's my job. The less
you know, the better.

I don't see it that way, Joseph.

That's my brother, and I want to
know everything that happens.

[ Paper Tears ] Well, I guess
you're gonna be disappointed then.

Stay in touch.

[ Snapping Fingers ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

What the hell did
that accomplish?

Dale isn't going to deal with me
without trying to figure out who I am.

If he's any good at his job,
he'll have someone tail me.

We I.D. the tail, we can use
that to find your daughter.

Better be sure.

This isn't the kind of situation where
you can be sure about anything.

It's the best option we have. They're
probably watching us right now.

So shake my hand.

Go to your car.
Let me do my job.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] One simple but
effective trick for identifying a tail...

is known in the spy trade
as running errands.

You drive to different
locations and stop,

going about ordinary business in
areas with open parking lots...

while your team follows, keeping
track of the cars at each stop.

It doesn't matter how
good your tail is.

At a certain point, they're
going to pop up more than once.

Yeah, Mike. We got him.
It's a black Audi.

The guy's pretty good. I
only saw him once before.

Nice work, Sam. I'll abandon
the car and take the bus home.

When he figures out he's lost me and leaves,
follow him back to wherever he came from.

Righty-o. [ Phone Beeps ]

[ Fiona ] A lot of people coming and
going for a nightclub during the day.

I think we found H.Q.

So, Fi, think you can handle the
pistol-packing parking attendant there?

Just askin'.

So, look, I'll go
up the side there.

You keep him occupied, 'cause if he
figures out what we're doing out here...

A little girl dies. Yeah.

I know.

[ Exhales ] Hi.

I was here super
late last night,

and I lost my sunglasses.

Last night? I don't work nights.
Sorry.

Is there someone
that you can ask?

I would really appreciate it.
They're my favorite glasses.

Seriously, I don't think there's
anything I could do for you.

Maybe come back tonight, talk
to the manager, the bouncer.

Aw. Come on, sweetie. You
really can't help? [ Beeps ]

Lady, look, I said
I can't help you.

I'm not even supposed to be talking to
you, so if you don't mind, take a walk.

Don't be like that.
[ Loud Crash ]

Are you, like, blowing me off?

I don't know what your problem is and I don't
know anything about your stupid glasses.

And quit flattering yourself, 'cause
you're not my type, all right?

I'm not your type? What the
hell is that supposed to mean?

I like blondes, all right?
Now get lost.

You know what? What?

I prefer gentlemen.

- [ Bones Crunch ] - [ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

Nice job, butterfingers.
You almost got us killed.

Me? You're the one who was
supposed to be handling the guy.

I gotta put trackers on
10 of Dale's guys' cars.

The only thing holding me up was that you
couldn't control a parking attendant.

I controlled him just fine!
It's not my fault he was rude!

That was a command performance.

Uh, Fi?

Looks like your performance had more
of an audience than we thought.

Jesse. Jesse!

[ Michael Narrating ] You can learn
a lot from patterns of movement.

Much like a hunter follows
animal footprints...

to find where the animal
sleeps, feeds and mates,

a spy can examine
vehicle trails...

to find out where a target
lives, does business...

and hides the things
he doesn't want found.

- How did we do?
- We planted 10 trackers on the cars.

Most of them belong to regular
criminal employee types,

so, you know, they're going to the
restaurants and the drug neighborhoods.

But a few of them
took a big detour.

All through here, trying to make
sure they weren't followed.

All the way out here. There's
nothing around that for miles.

Looks like a good place to
stash a kidnapping victim...

Where's Fi? Uh, I was gonna
talk to you about that.

We saw Jesse when we were
planting the trackers.

It didn't look friendly.

Anyway, she's out trying
to find him. And?

And he's nowhere.

[ Sighs ]

Let's just focus on what's in front of us.
How can we get to the girl?

Any land approach is gonna
be visible for miles,

and approaching by boat is just as bad
'cause they can see the whole bay.

No boat, no car.

I guess we'll just have to
figure out something else.

But you found her. What
are we doing here then?

We can't just go in guns ablaze.

You don't understand, Mr.
Westen.

I've defended a lot of people in this
town, people with serious resources...

And the kidnappers know that. That's
probably why they picked this location.

Why are we even talking about this?
If there's no way to get in...

If we can get in, unseen, by
water and get out quietly,

we should be fine.

How do you propose to do that?

I need you to call one of
your drug cartel clients...

and ask to borrow one of their submersible
vehicles they use to bring in cocaine.

Just because I work with people
who are accused... Mr. Scott...

Mr. Scott, you're not in
front of a camera right now.

This isn't the time
for the lawyer act.

You know what your
clients do, and so do I.

Get a submersible vehicle.
Do it now.

Your daughter's
life is at stake.

Oh, nice! Looks like we're pulling
out all the stops on this one.

Hey, I'm up for anything that
involves borrowing from drug cartels.

[ Chuckling ] Hey, do we
need to sign anything or...

So the keys are in it?

Where's Michael?
He had a meeting.

Don't tell me... Vaughn.

Wish I had a different
answer for you, but yeah.

[ Vaughn ] How's the project coming?
You talked to Barrett again?

He confirmed the meeting. We'll
set up and grab him there.

Good. I'll send in a team, and we can...
No. He'll be expecting that.

We need to keep this low-profile.
My operation, my way.

No, our operation. I've been supporting
you for a month on this thing.

I was the one who gave
you the man's number.

Barrett is very, very
good at what he does.

If you bring in a team, he'll know
it's there, he'll be prepared,

and you'll just get me killed.

Fine. The last thing you said
you'd handle was Jesse Porter.

So why was it my people tracked him to a
motel in Hialeah staying under a fake name?

You found Jesse?

Give me his location, give me a
day to handle it. We need him.

Here you go.

I hope you succeed.

For Jesse's sake.

Vaughn found Jesse.

He's at a hotel. I
have the address.

I need to get over there,
try to talk to him.

Michael. What?

I need to talk to you
about something.

[ Exhales ]

On our last job, Jesse and I
were doing some surveillance.

We were about to get I.D.'d.

So to cover ourselves,

we kissed.

You kissed? It was for
the job, but, uh...

I get it, Fi. It's okay.

You know how it is.

When you work so closely with
someone, things get... confusing.

Are you confused now? No.

I don't think so.
I care about him.

Maybe not in the way that
he would have wanted,

but enough for him
to hurt us both.

[ Exhales ]

When he found out
that we lied to him,

he was mad at you, but I think
my part in it cut even deeper.

So, what now?

I should be the one
to talk to him first.

I owe him an apology, and maybe
I'll get through to him.

Maybe you'll get yourself killed.
I'll bring your mom.

Jesse might shoot me, but there's
no way he'd take her on.

Now, go save that girl, Michael.

[ Michael Narrating ] Defending a
position is about allocating resources...

Figuring out the most likely
source of an attack...

and putting the most
firepower there.

Which means that less-likely
avenues of attack...

won't be as well guarded.

It worked for Hannibal coming
over the Alps to Italy...

and for Lawrence of Arabia coming
over the Nafud Desert to Aqaba.

It's a technique that
depends on surprise,

which means the only
way it can go wrong...

is if the bad guys somehow
know you're coming.

- Don't move!
- Drop the weapon! - Put it down.

Guys, easy. Calm down. Calm down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, well. Look who's here.

The miracle worker.
[ Chuckling ]

Let's just talk about this.
[ Grunts ]

That Scott's a slippery
son of a bitch, isn't he?

I figured he might
try something,

so I tapped the ex-wife's
phone just in case.

Figured she might get
some news I might need.

Sure enough, he
gives her a call,

says that a guy's coming over
to get the girl in a submarine.

[ Chuckles ]

I mean, I didn't believe
it, but here you are.

[ Beeps ] I want to go home.

You take that back to Scott,
tell him if he wants his girl,

get my brother out of jail.

That's the only way this
thing's gonna work.

You wanna know how this thing works?
I'll tell you how this thing works.

It's too late for a not-guilty verdict.
It's just not gonna happen.

But if all you want is your
brother back, that I can do.

You just said he wasn't
getting out of jail.

No, I just said "not guilty"
is not gonna happen.

But there are other ways of
keeping him out of prison.

I found you, didn't I? If I can do
that, I can get your brother back.

- You're serious.
- Like I said, I'm a miracle worker.

Okay.

Show me a miracle.

What do you mean,
"It didn't work"?

You said you could get her!
You said...

I said I needed you to make sure you
didn't tell anybody about the plan.

You talked to your ex-wife,

a move that almost got me
and your daughter killed.

[ Sighs ]

She was... going to
go to the police.

I mean, I didn't know
what else to do.

I know you're not used
to taking orders,

but from now, you do exactly
as we say, you understand?

What now?

At this point, the only way we're gonna get
Becky is to trade her for Dale's brother.

You mean get him out of jail.

No, I'm not gonna let a murderer use a
little girl to get out of doing time.

- Then how?
- We make Dale think his brother's free...

just long enough to get
your daughter back.

It's not gonna be easy, but we
don't have a lot of cards to play.

[ Michael ] We got one
shot... tomorrow afternoon...

When Rod is being transported from
the county jail to the courthouse.

Okay. What can I do?

We got a plan, but it's
gonna take some money.

Whatever you need, it's yours.

Plus, we need some manpower, so you gotta
call your little criminal friends,

have 'em send over a guy who can handle
himself, 'cause it's gonna get bumpy.

You smoked an entire
pack in an hour.

You have any idea how
bad that is for you?

It's probably better for my health than waiting
around for some burned spy with a grudge.

You think Jesse will ever show?

I don't know. Maybe we
should come back later.

Want to tell me what you
two are doing here?

- We need to talk. - Really?

Yeah, I'm not too interested in
having a conversation right now.

Just hear her out,
all right, Jesse?

I've been baking in
the sun for an hour.

I'm tired. I'm out
of cigarettes.

And I'm not gonna be hauling my ass all
over Miami looking for you anymore.

If you don't like
what she has to say,

then... I don't know... shoot her.

Shoot both of us. All right.

That sounds fair enough.
What do you want?

Getting you burned
was an accident.

Michael was looking for information.
We didn't know it would hurt you.

We lied to protect you.

Maybe that was wrong, but we
did it for the right reasons.

Is that what this is about?
You're here to make excuses?

No, I'm here because we're
still going after Barrett.

I'm here because
we need your help.

I know you're angry. The
fact is, it wasn't all lies.

- We are your friends... then and now.
- You're my friends?

Are you seri...

- You ruined my life. You understand that?
- Jesse.

- I didn't know who the hell you people
were. I trusted you! -Jesse. Jesse!

When I met Michael, he
was under a cover I.D.

I fell in love with a man whose
real name I didn't even know.

Sam informed on
Michael to the F.B.I.

And we've all
forgiven each other.

That's all really touching, Fi.
I'm not like you guys.

You wanna help Michael? You
tell him to watch his back.

If you change your mind, he'll be
at the Shoreline Diner at 8:00.

He just wants to talk to you.

Jesse, for what it's
worth, I'm sorry.

[ Exhales ]

Michael may not be perfect, Jesse, but
he's not the man you're saying he is.

- Maybe you don't know him as well as
you think... - I know him plenty well!

You're better than this, Jesse.
This is beneath you.

Maybe you don't know me as
well as you think you do.

Maybe not.

But if you're gonna kill my son,

just do me a favor and
wait a couple of days,

'cause he's trying to save
a little girl's life.

[ Engine Shuts Off ]

Vic. Mr. Scott sent me.

- Did he say what you were gonna be doing?
- Kind of.

I'll be driving the van, wearing
a prison guard uniform.

He said it might get kind of rough.
You're in the ballpark.

Here you go, sport.
Try those on.

You can change in
the back there.

Not to state the obvious,
Mike, but if Jesse was here,

we wouldn't have to work with
a guy with a neck tattoo.

Point taken, Sam.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Contracting requirements...

mean specs from most government
vehicles are easily available.

If you want to build a prison
transport van, for example,

you can get most of what you
need from public Web sites.

Add the paint scheme and logos of
your local municipal government,

and you're in business.

Well, we got a nice
fake prison van,

nice fake prison guard.

Now we just need a fake prisoner.
Fiona's working on it.

[ Loud Crash ]

What the hell!

Why don't you learn to drive?
Look at this!

[ Hammer Cocks ] Remember me?

Oh.

Get in the trunk.

You know, not a bad
resemblance to Rod Lawson.

You can trim his eyebrows a little
bit just to complete the illusion.

I mean, we are trying to
fool his brother after all.

There's no time for plastic
surgery to make him look perfect,

so we're gonna have to settle
for bloodying you up a bit.

Now, I wanted to cut you.

But the big softy right here, he convinced
me that the fake stuff would stick better.

Ooh, watch the eyes, Rudy.

It'll sting. [ Groans ]

But the sedative will help.

Ready? It's time. We're
meeting Dale in an hour.

Yup, we're ready. How 'bout you, big guy?
Hmm? You ready?

[ Straining ] Here we go.
Come on now.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

That's your brother?

Yeah, that's him.

So how you gonna do this anyway?
That's my problem.

No, no, no. My brother,
my problem too, okay?

Listen. We got the route.

We hit the van at an intersection
on the way to the courthouse.

We sit back, we watch, we
make sure it goes smoothly.

- Before we do though... -
Yeah, yeah, I got the girl.

At the rendezvous point, because
if you try to pull anything...

She'll be there.

Courthouse is only a couple
of miles away, you know.

We can't do this just anywhere, all right?
It's under control.

[ Michael Narrating ] Fire engines and
ambulances use traffic-control devices...

to make traffic flow their way.
[ Beeping ]

They're fairly simple...

Strobing at a particular frequency that
can be picked up by the traffic light.

It's very illegal to use if
you're a private citizen,

but remarkably useful if you need
to turn a red light green...

or, with a little rewiring,
turn a green light red.

There's a low-traffic street up here.
Good access roads.

We can get away before the cops
know what happened, all right?

All right. Just make
sure nothing goes wrong.

It'll be fine. We'll stay back
here and watch the whole thing.

[ Michael Narrating ] Spies and magicians
use many of the same techniques.

They both know people trust their
eyes more than they should.

If they think they know what they're
looking at, they don't look too closely.

A group can help
sell the illusion.

A few flashily dressed
assistants...

can draw the audience's eye
where you want it to go.

And, of course, a well-timed cloud
of fire and smoke doesn't hurt.

[ Beeps ]

Oh.

Get out of there!

Let's go! Face the van!
Spread 'em!

Open it up!

Come on!

On your face! Hands
behind your neck!

Let's go!

You better not be hurting him.

He'll be banged up a little
bit, but it'll heal.

[ Siren Wailing, Distant ]

[ Siren Grows Louder ] Gotta go.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether
it's with imprisoned spies,

captured soldiers or
kidnapping victims,

a hostage exchange is
always a touchy time.

Tempers run hot, and people are nervous
about being tricked or ripped off.

If you happen to be planning
on tricking someone,

you have all the more
reason to be careful.

Where's Becky? I told you nothing
happens till I see the girl.

She's here. Don't worry.

[ Beeps ] All right.
Bring her on in.

There you go.

- Let me see my brother now!
- He's in the back.

You're gonna have to
cut his shackles...

and have a doctor see to his
head before he's walking around.

[ Fiona ] You can take the keys.
Check your brother.

You can keep the car. Ditch it
or burn it when you're done.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna take you to your mom.

Do you like fireworks? Yeah?

Close your eyes. Keep 'em closed.
Close 'em.

'Cause they're gonna
get real loud.

Son of a bitch! That's not him!

[ Shouts ]

[ Angry Shout ]

[ Shouts ]

God! [ Pistol Fires ]

You think you can do this to me?

God!

[ Exhales ]

I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

Mr. Westen, uh, thank you.

Mr. Scott, this isn't over.

Dale Lawson may not know who I am,
but he still knows who you are,

and he's a little angry.

Oh, yeah? Well.

I'm angry too.
Hey, listen to me.

You need to find someplace safe
for your daughter. You need...

Becky's booked on a flight
out of the country.

I've made arrangements.
She'll be with her mother.

Dale Lawson will never be
a threat to her again.

Not just for her. You need...

Thank you for your concern, Mr.
Westen,

but I can take care of myself.

I don't want to be rude,

but I got some things
to take care of.

We can just handle your payment.
What do I owe you?

I'll just hang on to the submersible
vehicle. It'll be my payment.

I assume you can
take care of that.

Of course. But what
do you want with it?

That's my business.

[ Fiona On Phone ] Has
Jesse shown up yet? No.

Michael, maybe you
should just go.

I figured there was a good chance
he wouldn't show. It looks like...

I'll wait. This is our last chance
before we go after Barrett.

I don't wanna blow it just because
Jesse's stuck in traffic.

I know, but, Michael... [
Bells On Door Jingling ]

- He's here. I'll call you later.
- [ Beeps ]

Sorry I'm late. I was sitting in
my car for the last 10 minutes...

with your head in the
crosshairs of a rifle,

wondering if I should shoot
the man who ruined my life.

And?

Still thinking.

Jesse, I'd say I'm sorry,

but I can tell you're in no mood for
apologies, so I'll get right to the point.

We're going after Barrett.

The meeting is set.

I need you back on the team.
Why would I do that?

If we can take Barrett down,
maybe we can get you back in...

Coffee?

That's good.

You know, I'm not a guy
that trusts very easily...

and never had a lot of friends.

Not close ones anyway.

I know it's hard to believe, but I am
your friend, and I've always been.

I'm here because this is
your investigation too.

Barrett's gonna expect
you at the meeting.

- I need you there.
- So I can watch your back?

This isn't just about me.

You know Barrett
better than anyone...

Do not throw that
back in my face!

This was my
investigation... mine...

A long time before
you got involved,

so you don't get to use that
against me, you understand?

You want to have your meeting
with Barrett, that's fine.

You do what you gotta do, but
as far as me and you go,

I make no promises.

[ Bells Jingling ]

- So? How'd it go?
- Could have been better.

What does that mean?

He's not gonna shoot me... yet.

Well, that's good. It's positive.
I like that.

As far as the Barrett meeting
is going, I'm on my own.

That's not so good.

Seriously, there is no way
we can pull this off...

It is not something that
he's open to discussing.

Okay. Let's look at
the situation here.

You're meeting with Barrett here. Fi and
I are gonna set up here by the bridge.

The sub is there. So
you do your thing.

You get Barrett into
the cargo, take off.

When this goes down, Fi and I are gonna block
the bridge with explosives and whatnot...

to make sure Barrett's
team doesn't come back in.

But that still leaves you alone
with Barrett, plus two guys.

I got surprise on my side.

This is John Barrett
we're talking about.

He's been dealing death for the
last decade. He's not gonna bring...

It's not ideal,

but it's either that or
we give up and go home.

I guess we roll the dice.

[ Michael Narrating ] Any
plan to grab a person...

has to strike a balance between
resources and secrecy.

The more resources you bring...
People, weapons, vehicles...

The easier the
extraction will be.

At the same time, the more
resources you have in the field,

the higher your
risk of exposure.

You can only bring as much manpower
and equipment as you can conceal.

Okay. This is it. Here he is.

[ Michael Narrating ] If the circumstances
don't allow for much cover,

an extraction can
get very risky...

and very, very lonely.

Well, it's nice to finally meet
you in person, Mr. Westen.

- The feeling's mutual.
- You brought the Bible?

All right.

I'll play.

What exactly do you want?

I guess you could say
I'm looking for work.

Things have been a little
lean since I got burned,

and when I say "work,"

I'm not talking about joining the
black-T-shirt- and-sunglasses squad.

No offense.

Once we have the Bible, there'll
be plenty of work to be done.

I could use someone like you.

Shall we get this started?

[ Sam ] Looks like everything
is going according to plan.

Are Barrett's men
behaving themselves?

So far.

So let's move on to the
second part of the deal.

Tell me about the Bible.

Simon Escher's Bible.

Let's put it this way. The people
that burned you, that burned Simon...

They have names, jobs, lives.

They're hidden in all sorts of
places... government, private sector.

And if you know who they are,

you can see the possibilities.

So that list is the key to
destroying the people who burned me.

It is. I had a feeling you might be
interested in helping me to do just that.

So Simon...

Compiled the list as insurance
in case things went bad,

encrypted with a book
code for security.

When things fell to pieces, he needed
someone powerful enough to play this card.

He needed me. [ Cell
Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Yeah.

Where? How many?

Right. Well, handle it.

[ Beeps ] Well, this is
getting more interesting.

- What angle are you working exactly?
- What are you talking about?

The team of men on the road out there
approaching my men. Yours, I assume.

You thought you could
double-cross me?

[ Tires Squealing ]

Fi, this is not good.

I guess Michael's agreement with Vaughn to
steer clear wasn't as solid as he thought.

Go, go! Go, go!

You and I are gonna have a private
and very painful conversation,

and you're gonna tell me
exactly what is going on here.

- Take him! - [ Man Shouting ]

- [ Grunts ] - Now
they got Mike.

[ Michael Narrating ] Shooting through
a friendly to hit a target...

is a tricky thing to pull off.

There are only a few places on the
human body that can take a gunshot...

without severing a major artery
or destroying a vital organ.

He shot Michael.
What is Jesse doing?

No, he shot the guy behind him. He's
saving Mike's butt is what he's doing.

[ Michael Narrating ] Getting shot on the
inside of the shoulder won't kill you quickly,

but almost any gunshot will kill
you if you give it enough time.

[ Grunting ]

[ Men Shouting ]

[ Man ] Stop him!

- Who do you work for?
- I'm self-employed.

[ Groans ] Oh, it hurts?

Get used to it.

By the time I'm done with you, you're
gonna wish that bullet killed you!

[ Michael Narrating ] There's
a cold math to blood loss.

The more you lose,
the weaker you get,

and when you're on a clock
like that, it pays to act,

no matter how desperate
your plan might be.

Because if you wait, you
may not have the chance.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]