All language subtitles for Burn.Notice.S05E17.Acceptable.Loss.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-DON_track4_[eng]

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.

Six years ago, your substitute
therapist was Anson Fullerton.

- Who the hell are you?
- The organization that burned you...

I'm the last one of them.

[ Michael ] Anson is the
one who killed Benny.

[ Gasps ]

You're not the only
one he got close to.

You know, Michael, you shouldn't
be so hard on your old man.

He wasn't quite the poisonous
leech you make him out to be.

What makes you such an expert?

[ Anson ] All those years, how many
times did you wish he were dead?

We did it for you.
You're welcome, Michael.

[ Squawking ]

[ Michael Narrating ] A spy's life
rarely starts with a happy childhood.

The fact is, the best preparation for a
career filled with danger and paranoia...

is a home life filled
with danger and paranoia.

It makes for a complex
relationship with the past...

under the best of circumstances.

God. I haven't been here
since we buried him.

Your father would
hate this place.

Just see him yelling at some
gardener about all the weeds.

I still can't believe
he died to protect you.

Mom, we heard that
from a murderer...

who framed Fiona for a bombing.

I'm not sure we can take
Anson's word for it.

Maybe not.

But I remember just before Frank
died, he was asking about you,

out of the blue.

I didn't have time
to find it odd.

[ Chuckles ] In a week, I
was trying to figure out...

why he'd gotten drunk and
O.D.'d on heart pills.

I'm telling you,
Michael, it fits.

No, Ma. Listen. This is just Anson
trying to get into my head.

No, you listen.

I'm not a spy, but I'm
not a total idiot.

They used Frank to
learn about you,

and when he caught
on, they killed him.

He was a bad man, Michael,
but even he had his moments.

Nate's rented a place up in
Daytona Beach for a week.

I'm gonna take off
and go up there...

Take some time, you know.

Try and get used to this.

How do you get used to this?

You look at me. You
have a job to do.

Make sure Anson doesn't
ruin any more lives.

I'm just not...

I'm not sure how to do that.

Figure it out, Michael.

You do whatever you have to do.

How'd it go?

Well, I think I have just the
thing to make you smile.

We finally got something on
Anson I think we can use.

You know how we thought his money
was completely untraceable?

Well, that spiky-haired weasel Barry
managed to make himself useful.

I needed someone sneaky
enough to track the money...

without anyone knowing,
especially Anson.

He traced a few mil through half
a dozen shell corporations...

into a Chinese brokerage account
and finally a D.C. law firm.

Fi... Already packed.

[ Michael Narrating ] Law firms are used
to run all sorts of shady businesses...

For good reason.

They're discrete,
powerful and protected.

Between the high security
and privacy rules,

getting intel from a law office
is more or less impossible,

unless you're willing
to break those rules.

[ Michael ] Check out the
lady in the gray skirt suit.

You think you can match
that look by lunch?

You just worry about
getting that badge.

Excuse me. Can you help me?
I am so lost.

I am looking for the Smithsonian.
I'm a member.

Okay. First time in D.C.

I'm very excited, so I got
a little lost. Uh-huh.

I was on New York. I made a right on
Pennsylvania and a left on Virginia...

and somehow I got
off Constitution.

Oh, there it is... Smithsonian.
Thank you so much.

- Can't believe it was right there.
- Yeah, no problem.

If you can find someone who fits
your general description...

and borrow their identification,

the perfect wig and a new pair of glasses
can get you a free ticket to look around...

At least until the firm's
lawyers get back from lunch.

He's with me.

There's no Anson or Fullerton
in the client files.

You see anything?
Nothing useful.

Just indecipherable financial
documents and property deeds.

Keep looking. Might be
under a different name.

Well, I hardly see any names at all,
just references to other file numbers.

[ Michael ] Keeping names off
documents is a good idea...

when your clients are running
black ops and killing people.

What do you got? Find
something on Anson?

Not Anson. Recognize him?

[ Michael ] What...

It's been a while. Michael Westen,
you made a big mistake crossing me.

Now you're gonna see what it's
like having me for an enemy.

Fi, this file was updated two days ago.
It's active.

What does Anson want with a man
who's locked in prison for life?

[ Michael ] Find that out, and
we're one step ahead of Anson.

[ Sam ] Man, I thought I saw the last
of this guy when we sent him to prison.

Do you really think he's
working with Anson?

Vaughn's locked in the darkest
hole the government has.

He's not talking to anyone.

Which means Anson's working on
his own, moving Vaughn's assets.

Yeah, but these
so-called assets...

look just like more
meaningless numbers.

I mean, there's no way to
know what Anson's up to.

Unless I talk to Vaughn.

Excuse me? You planning
a trip to Guantánamo?

No. Pearce can have the C.I.A.
bring Vaughn here for a chat.

I need to call Jesse,

see if his firm can turn
these numbers into names.

I don't want to talk to Vaughn
without doing my homework.

Amen to that, brother.

No, it's no problem, Mike.
Just send me the documents.

I'll put the research
department on it.

And this needs to stay quiet.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

What doesn't with you, man?
Please.

Look, I got my
friend's retirement...

party right now.

I'll check in later.

Yeah. [ Phone Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Ian.

I thought you said this was a party, man.
Where's everybody at?

Invitation said a
gathering, not a party.

You're the only one that got it, Porter.
Have a seat.

So I take it there's no cake.

What are you drinking?

Just whatever he's having.
You got it.

What's up?

Question. Here you go.

I've heard the stories about what
you've been up to since you left CIFA...

You and that guy
Westen kicking ass.

Those stories true?

Um, yeah. Yeah. Mostly.

Good.

I'm leaving government work too,

and I know somebody that
needs an ass-kicking.

That's Yash Ahluwalia,

diplomat with the
Indian consulate.

State Department assigned
me to him in 2002.

Said they needed their
best working with him.

Spend most of my time sorting
out his parking tickets...

and keeping him out of jail
when he roughs up a call girl.

Covering for diplomats is
kind of part of your gig.

You may not like it,
but it is what it is.

One more thing.

I'm helping him
smuggle diamonds.

Okay.

Okay.

If you're doing something
illegal, I can't help you.

That's just it. Under the
Vienna Convention, it's legal.

He does it all under diplomatic cover.
Cops can't touch him.

And guess who authorizes it all.

What about your boss? Why can't
you just talk to him about it?

I already tried that.

Station chief said to hold
my nose and do my job.

And I did.

[ Sighs ]

Until I got tired
of waking up...

and seeing crap like this.

He's not just smuggling. He's
getting away with murder.

Listen, Jesse, I've
seen all the proof.

Every time he does a deal, he takes
me and the buyer into a secure room.

While I'm filling out documents,

I'm sitting right next
to all the evidence...

Falsified certificates, diplomatic pouches
full of raw diamonds... all of it.

He's got a sale
coming up this week.

If I can get that evidence,
I can take him down.

Ian, do you know what you're getting into?
You're gonna lose your job.

You're gonna lose your pension. You
could end up in jail yourself.

This is... I don't care!
People are dying.

I don't want to retire knowing
that my life's work...

was helping this son of a bitch.

Please. Jesse.

[ Exhales ]

Look, I'm not making
any promises, man.

I'll check it out.

Where can I find this guy?

He's having dinner with a buyer
on Ocean Drive... in an hour.

In an hour? Mm-hmm.

Guess I got to make
some phone calls.

[ Michael Narrating ] Audio surveillance
is more difficult than it sounds.

Taking coherent notes on a half-heard
conversation is a challenge.

And aiming a directional mike at a
target without being too obvious...

takes the skills of a marksman.

Okay. How are we doing here?
[ Static ]

- You got the sound up?
- Yeah, it's up right here.

You're lucky you're a friend of Jesse's, 'cause
I'm getting a serious crick in my neck here.

[ Jesse ] Shush. Is it worth it?
Is he saying anything good?

Shut up! Your dirty diplomat's
finishing his business.

You know, I like the deal.

The price is a little high, but for what
you're bringing me, I don't mind spending it.

I just want to know
that you can deliver.

I don't want police or Customs.

You know who protects my shipments?
The police.

And the U.S. Customs that
you're so worried about.

Diplomatic pouches
are untouchable.

Your concern is
getting my money.

I'll have it tomorrow
morning, 9:00.

Soon as the bank opens.

I'll be ready for your call.

[ Ian ] What? Okeydokey.

What did he say? What... What's going on?
What did he say?

Bad news. The deal's not next week.
It's tomorrow.

So, we have to go in tonight?

Is this guy serious?

[ Jesse ] That's not how
field ops work, Ian.

We got to scout. We got to make a plan.
It's gonna take a few days at least.

We got to buy
ourselves some time.

Okay, how about this?

Take out the sleazebag
in the silk shirt,

and while Yash is scrambling to put together
another deal, we figure out how to take him out.

I like it. Wait, we can't.

Yash will get suspicious if
the buyer just disappears.

No, the buyer's not gonna disappear.
The money is.

Fortunately, he just told
us when he's gonna move it.

Okay, but Mike dealing with this Vaughn
business, all we got team-wise is Fi.

That's perfect.

Robbing a guy in broad daylight...
That's a Fi kind of job.

Michael, do we have
an appointment?

Friends don't need appointments. This
will be quick. I'm just following up.

I made a request... You sure did.

You want me to haul Vaughn Anderson
out of his cage for a chat.

Just trying to clear up some loose
ends on my burn notice investigation.

That's interesting. Hard to
believe a report this thick...

doesn't tell the whole story.

I wish it did.

I noticed the clearance level on this
meeting you want is special access.

So I'm supposed to put you
in a room with Vaughn,

but I can't be part
of the conversation?

Well, you can make a request.

No, no. Don't patronize me.

That would take months,
and you know it.

What I want is a guarantee...

that this request isn't going
to blow up in my face.

It's just routine. There's
nothing routine...

about getting a prisoner
transferred from Guantánamo.

Pearce, we're on the
same side here.

I promise.

I'm gonna hold you
to that promise.

I'll fly Vaughn to our detention
facility in Tampa tomorrow.

Thank you.

Uh, where do you
think you're going?

See this mountain of paperwork?

All of that is for your request.

You're gonna share my pain.
[ Stammers ]

You get your own pen.

[ Michael Narrating ] Most people assume
that the best time to rob someone...

is on a dark street at night.

But the fact is, a daytime
heist has its advantages.

Bystanders are more focused
on their own business...

than what's going
on around them.

And, most importantly, the target is
less likely to have his guard up.

There's our boy, and his bag
looks about $500,000 heavier.

Okay, Fi, just make sure the passenger
door is unlocked this time, please.

You never could take a
joke, could you, Sam?

Daytime robberies do have one
major drawback, however.

If a cop shows up at the wrong time,
it's a lot harder to hide. [ Arguing ]

Oh, great. The cops. I'm
standing right here.

Right here in front of you. You don't
have to keep writing the ticket. Stop.

The moron parked
in a red zone, Fi.

No go. No go.

All right. I got to call
Jesse, tell him we hit a snag.

Save the call, Sam.
I have an idea.

Why do I always feel those are the
last words I'm ever gonna hear?

Don't worry. I'll
do the hard part.

Meet me at the parking lot
behind the McCarthy Building.

Be ready to drive a stick.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ] The key to
manipulating another driver...

- is to make them reactive.
- [ Horn Honking ]

If you want them to speed
up, ride their bumper.

If you want them to
slow down, box them in.

What's your problem, bitch?

And when you need
them to make a turn,

steer them towards an obstacle.

It's a lot like dancing...

at 60 miles an hour
into oncoming traffic.

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Tires Screech ] [ Horn Honks ]

[ Fiona ] I hope you're in place, Sam,
because we're coming your way now.

What the hell are you doing?
Are you insane?

[ Shotgun Cocks ] Oh, brother.

You have no idea.

Hey, sweet ride you got there.
Mind if I take it for a spin?

Wait. Just let me get my bag.

Oh, sorry. Finders keepers.

There's no way.

I thought if we took
out Yash's buyer,

we'd have time to come up
with a plan that worked.

Come on, Mike. The guy's getting
rich off blood diamonds,

and he's killing
people in the process.

Breaking into a diplomatic
residence this well guarded...

Even with weeks to
plan, it's iffy.

With a few days, impossible.

I thought impossible
was what you did.

He's... He's heard a few
Michael Westen stories.

I'm sorry, but it's
not about expertise.

Even if you could sneak in,
the safe you described,

it would take hours to break
into... hours you don't have.

Wait a minute. What if
we're already inside,

with the evidence, and all
we gotta do is get out?

Come on. Just humor me, Mike.
Come on.

Well, if getting out
was your only problem,

you'd have a chance...
Actually, a good one.

The back wall of this room
is exposed and unguarded.

- It also has no door. - With the right
kind of blast, you make your own door.

All right, that's it.

I mean, you gotta be there with the
buyers when the deal goes down, right?

- Yeah.
- Okay. I'm Yash's new buyer.

We get in, we take care of Yash,
get the evidence and we get out.

Yash would never do a deal with
some random guy off the street.

He wouldn't be off the street, because
you would be introducing him, Ian.

Well, what do I say? "Yash,
meet my diamond-dealing buddy"?

No, you tell him you're
done being a Boy Scout,

and you're ready
for a real payday.

But you'd have to sell it.

Look, it's your call. If you're
not up for it, just say the word.

I'm in.

You think you could use
Fi and Sam on this one?

- I have to go up to Tampa. - Yeah, it's
no problem. We got it under control.

Tell Vaughn I said, "What's up?"

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Welcome back to
the Citrus State.

Michael Westen.

Shoe's on the other
foot now, huh?

Yeah, I'm not here to reminisce.

I'm here to talk about
Anson Fullerton.

Yeah, you didn't think
I knew about Anson.

Let's just say he got in touch.

I can't say I saw
that one coming.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

Your old friend's
planning something big.

You help me figure out what, I'll try
to make your life a little better.

My life?

I don't think I'd call
it much of a life.

I've been in the hole for nine
months now thanks to you.

This is the longest conversation
I've had since my interrogation.

Anson has been wiring money
to a lawyer in D.C.,

a lawyer you used to work with,

according to some files that
came into my possession.

Now it's starting to make sense.

Where's the rest of this file?

You agree to help me, and
I'll show you the rest.

Tell you what I'll do.

Bring me a bottle of scotch and the rest
of that file, I'll check it out for you.

Anything for my old pal
Michael Westen, right?

Why the sarcasm, Vaughn?

From what I see, I'm the
only friend you have.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When
approaching an underworld target,

you don't get points
for being subtle.

Most bad guys live in a world where
the point of money is to show it off.

It's one of the few times
having a blue silk shirt...

and diamonds on your watch sends the message
that you're a good business partner.

You okay? Mm-hmm.

Look, if you're not up for this,
now would be the time to tell me.

Blood pressure meds. I'm fine.

[ Clears Throat ] How you doing?

What are you doing here? I told
you today's meeting was off.

And who's this?

Look, I know why
today's meeting's off.

Your deal fell through, right?

I brought, uh... This is Mr. Ray.

Hmm? Hey.

He can be your... new deal.

I mean, buyer.

[ Jesse ] Heard you got some fine
product straight from the source.

I am a buyer of bling. Let's
make this happen, man.

Look. I don't know what you
think you are playing at,

but you are making a
terrible mistake.

And I suggest that you leave
now, before this gets worse.

Look, I'm not stupid.

I know all about your
little side business.

I'm not trying to rock the boat.
I want to help.

All these years.

And this is the first I hear of
your entrepreneurial ambitions?

Look at me.

I'm almost 60.

I drive a Taurus.

I live in an old
two-bedroom condo.

It's worth less
than I paid for it.

I just want a taste... of this.

Fine. I'll meet this
buyer of yours.

Good.

Go home.

Now.

Yeah. Okay.

Come with me. We're gonna
get to know each other.

First thing you need to
know about me... Capricorn.

I'm all about the
money, my friend.

So.

You're in the market
for raw diamonds?

Wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

You'll find my prices
on the high end.

But that's because I
eliminate your risk.

Our man Ian arranges
transport...

of the product and the payments
in diplomatically-sealed pouches.

Hey, if you can take the headache
out of transport and delivery,

I would call that price a bargain, and I
would call you my new best friend, okay?

You know, it's unusual to find an American
who cuts and polishes his own stones.

That's what separates
the men from the boys.

But you must understand,
I'm a cautious man,

and I need to be sure that you are
handling the product in-house.

Involving another party is
not a risk I wish to take.

I promise that I will not
ask anyone for help.

Huh? You can write
that in the Bible.

Well, showing is always
better than telling.

I'd like to see your facility.

Now.

Let me tell you something.

You don't need to see a
damn thing but my money...

when we make the deal,
you understand me?

Trust but verify, my friend.

And in this line of
work, it's verify...

or die.

You wanna see my shop, I'll show you
my shop. What do I give a damn?

Make a quick phone
call, set it up.

How'd this happen? Oh, a
little camping accident.

My buddy needs his trailer back
pronto, and Fi said you could help.

Three grand.

Three grand will get
it good as new.

Oh, come on. Three grand
for a couple of dings?

- Hey.
- Come on, Gus.

What happened to the friends
and family discount?

Can't you knock it down to two?

[ Laughs ] Fine, but
only this once,

and only because he knows you.
[ Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Yeah?

- Chuck.
- Jesse, what's up?

Uh, something wrong?

Absolutely. Very much so. Listen,
I just wanted to let you know...

that I'm gonna be stopping by the
shop with a very special, very...

Very well-armed
customer, all right?

They want proof we can cut and polish
rocks. Just spruce the place up.

Okay, what? Are you telling
me that you need...

a jewelry store with cutting
equipment on the fly?

Yes, yes. Right
away, Chuck, yes.

Okay. Um...

Okay, I had an ex-girlfriend. She
used to take me window-shopping...

at a jewelry joint downtown
on 3rd... Felicia's.

They fabricate their own stuff and they're a
little shady, so that might give you a way in.

Just take the scenic
route, will you?

Will do. [ Beeps ]

Hey, Fi? Yeah?

We should go. Okay.

Like right now. Okay.

[ Phone Clatters ]

Mind if I finish my wine before
we take our little field trip?

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're
operating under a cover I.D.,

it's sometimes necessary to convince people
in the field to support your operation.

Often, it's something simple, like
asking someone at a restaurant...

if you can join them for a few minutes
while you're doing surveillance.

Hey. How you doing?

Hey, you're Felicia,
right, the owner?

- Yes.
- I need to ask you a favor.

Let me guess. Engagement rings.

Nice try, Felicia, but
really what I want...

is I want to give you $2,000 to
borrow your store for half an hour.

[ Michael Narrating ] Some requests,
however, are a little more difficult.

Uh, there's no need for alarms.
We're not here to rob you.

Do you know who
you're dealing with?

How about, uh... Ooh,
let's say $10,000...

for you to take an early lunch break, deal?
[ Felicia ] No.

No deal. I don't know who you are or what
you think you're doing, but I'm not...

Okay, look, lady. Twenty grand
or bad things start happening.

- Back room now.
- Listen, I don't...

Go. Go, go, go.

[ Bell Jingles ]

Hey, boss. How you doing?

Who are your friends?

Chucky, Yash... potential
business partner. Hey.

So you happy, huh? This
verified enough for you?

Where's the cutting equipment?

It's in the back. We're working
on something right now,

but trust me, the facility's
state of the art.

May I? Uh, now's
not a good time.

[ Michael Narrating ] The problem with
relying on untrained civilians...

is you never know how they're going to
react in a life-or-death situation...

until you're actually in one.

Hey, ladies.

Bob. Say hi to Yash.

I believe we're ready to
do business, Mr. Ray.

Okay, let's go over the plan.

Yash walks the two of you
into the secure room.

Once he opens the safe with the diamonds and
the paper trail, that's when you subdue him.

How do we do that?

With this.

On the outside,
ordinary fountain pen.

On the inside,

hypodermic needle filled
with sleepy-time juice.

Once Yash goes to dream town,

you grab all the incriminating
evidence inside that vault,

and you get out through the
east corner, right there.

Fi triggers the blast, we got a
brand-new door to walk out of.

You up for this?

Just say when.

[ Michael Narrating ] Making
deals with prisoners...

in covert detention facilities
is always a challenge.

The problem is, there's not
much to bargain with...

No lawyers to discuss plea deals,
no judges to reduce sentences.

It's usually just you, the
prisoner and a lot of razor wire.

[ Coughs ]

What is that, 10 years old? You
couldn't do better than that?

Be glad it's not
rubbing alcohol.

What do you got for me, Vaughn?

This little file you found here, Michael...
It's got some good stuff in it.

You just have to
know how to read it.

I can help you with
that... for a price.

[ Sighs ] And what
would that be?

Immunity.

Full immunity.
Ticket out of here.

You know I can't do that.
I don't have the clout.

You had the clout to take
down my entire organiz...

[ Rifle Cocks ] [
Man ] Sit down!

Easy. [ Man ] Now!

Hey.

[ Chuckles ]

I ain't got nothing to lose.

But from what I see in
those files, you do.

You're a can-do boy,
Michael Westen.

Show me what you can do...
for me.

I don't feel good
about this, Fi.

I mean, the place is
crawling with guards,

and we're just gonna let Jesse waltz
in there with an untrained civilian?

This is his plan, and that untrained
civilian is his best way in.

Jesse knows what he's doing.

Well, guess there's no turning back now.
Clock has started.

Let's do it. Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ] If you need to
create a doorway in a concrete wall,

a breaching frame is a
handy tool to bring along.

Filled with water and
lined with explosives,

it directs a charge to
surgically cut into a structure.

Set it up properly, and it
will blast into a building...

faster than you can
say "Open sesame."

[ Metal Clinks ] [ Sam ] Uh,
that didn't sound good.

I think we might have a problem.

Of course, if you can't
set it up properly,

you might as well knock on your
target's front door. [ Bit Snaps ]

What the hell was that? Damn it!

There's a reason this wall isn't guarded.
It's reinforced.

With steel, if I had to guess.
Okay, so?

I mean, that's why we
brought the C-4, right?

We're gonna need more than
that to blast through steel.

Then it's a good thing
that we have a lot more.

Look, we got to make a
door for those guys now.

I can take this whole house down,
including everybody in it.

I'm not gonna take that chance. Then
Jesse and Ian are sitting ducks.

I mean, we come up with
a plan B, or they die.

There is another way
we can use this C-4.

Hey, easy. Got to buy
me dinner first.

It's a pen, fella. You
know, for writing words.

Come on.

No interruptions while
we're doing business.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Communication in the field...

is critical for a
mission's success,

but it's even more important
when an operation's going south.

Okay!

Where's Mr. Ray? I got to
talk to him right now.

What do you think you're doing?
Get out of here, man.

What do you think you're doing?
What am I doing?

I gotta talk to my boss, and
I got to talk to him now!

[ Michael Narrating ] Best case,
you have a secure line...

or a system of signals to warn your
team without your enemies noticing.

- I'm not leaving here until I know that
my boss is safe! - [ Guns Cocking ]

I said stop!

Not another step.

Worst case, you do whatever it
takes to get your message across.

If your enemies
notice, so be it.

[ Sam ] Okay, fine.
I'll stay right here...

as long as you get my boss away from Mr.
Ahlu-lia... what's-his-face.

- Ahluwalia!
- [ Babbles ]

So if you find yourself
in a situation...

where modern methods of
communication won't work,

you can always send
up a smoke signal.

What the hell?

Out. Now!

Oh, my God. You see?

Look. You believe
me now, fellas?

That's my car!

Boss, I got here as soon as I could.
Are you okay?

I think your new partner
is setting us up.

[ Yash ] What?

You're out of your mind! Am I?

I did a sweep of our shop, and
I found a couple of bugs,

as in listening devices.

Listening devices that weren't there
before we did business with you.

You son of a bitch.

I have no idea what this
man is talking about.

- What happened out here?
- The car just blew up.

Cars just don't blow up, not
without bombs attached to 'em.

- Lock this place down.
- Wait, wait, wait. What about our deal?

Get out! Now!

You know that Porsche
was a lease, right?

Yeah, well, you still got the money.
You can buy yourself a new one.

Come on. I'll give
you a ride home.

If it makes you feel any better,
I've been over the entire operation.

They had no choice
but to call it off.

It was the only way to keep you guys alive.
I would've done the same thing.

Taking Yash down is the
one thing I wanted to do.

Needed to do.

Give yourself credit for taking a shot,
you know? Most people don't even try.

This doesn't have to be over.

Ian, you said Yash shipped everything
to India after the explosion.

It's over. The evidence is gone.

We could take him
down another way.

We could get him
busted for murder.

What are you talking about, murder?
Who's he gonna kill?

Me.

Don't even joke like that, man.
That's not funny.

Diplomatic immunity is waived
under extreme circumstances.

I'd say murdering a U.S. State
Department employee counts.

Stop talking crazy, man. That's not funny.
Hear me out. Hear me out!

Jesse, this was never just about
retiring with a clear conscience.

I want to do one good
thing before I die.

What are you talking about?

Pancreatic cancer.

No fixing it.

Doc says I got six
months... maybe.

You get news like that, you start
thinking about your legacy.

What are people gonna
say at my funeral?

I followed orders?

"He knew how to give
a hell of a toast"?

I'm checking out,
no matter what,

and I want to take Yash with me.

We're not letting you commit
suicide to send someone to jail.

Who says you get
to make that call?

Do the people he's
killed have a say?

Or do they not matter...

'cause they're poor or...

lived in places no
one's ever heard of?

I'm the one who let
Yash run wild.

I'm the one...

who helped him build an empire.

I'm the one...

who's gonna do
something about it.

Give us time. We'll
find another way.

Yeah, Ian... There isn't one.

You both know it.

And I'm going for it,
whether you help me or not.

Look, um...

If this is what you
really want, then I'm in.

Mike, I don't like this any more than
you do, but if Ian's going all in,

I'm gonna make sure
that it counts.

You start something like this,

you need to be absolutely
sure you can finish.

Never been more sure about
anything in my life.

[ Jesse ] All right.
I'll set it up.

I have to admit, Mr. Ray, I didn't
expect to hear from you again.

Yeah, well, I wasn't
expecting to call.

Something changed my mind.

I found this bug under a
chair in my living room.

You want to know who was sitting
in that chair two days ago?

The man who's trying to
kill me... Ian Covey.

There's no way. I mean, the
old man is just a bureaucrat.

He's not the type of
person to overreach.

You didn't think he was the type of guy that
would ask in on a diamond deal either, did you?

Why would he blow up your
car in front of my house?

Because he thought I
was gonna be in it.

It was divine intervention
that I wasn't. You...

I had a guy go through
what was left of my baby.

He found pieces of an
explosive device...

wired to a timer
that malfunctioned.

It was supposed to go
off a half hour later.

I would have been on the road, on my way
back to the shop, and then ka-boom!

So he kills you...

and then he kills me?

And the diamonds, the money...

They're all in
diplomatic pouches.

Who gets those when you
and me are dead? Ian.

You're making some very
dangerous accusations, Mr. Ray.

Look, you don't have to believe me.
Let's talk to Ian.

Tell him you got some documents or something
he's gotta sign. He's gotta some through, right?

[ Phone Beeping ] I'll
have him meet us.

Yeah. Yeah. Let's give him a
chance to explain himself.

And, hey, I want to keep this whole
thing private, you understand me?

Just me, you and Ian until we
figure out who's involved.

Good afternoon, Ian.

I'd like you to
come to the house.

Yes, I have some papers.
[ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Simulated munitions...

are a form of non-lethal projectile
used mostly for training purposes.

They pack a punch, but they're
designed not to do any real damage...

beyond a welt and some bruising,

which means if they're all you've got
in a firefight, you don't have much.

When you shoot Jesse, these will be enough
to burst the blood packs in his shirt.

He'll collapse and play dead until
you're both out of the room.

But they won't help either
of you if you get cold feet.

You still don't agree
with this, do you?

Not too late to
change your mind.

Nope. I'm tired of
living in a gray world.

My line of work,

alliances change,
priorities shift.

You wouldn't believe...

how easy it is to make up good
reasons for doing bad things.

But sooner or later,

you have to see yourself
for who you really are.

[ Chuckles ] Whatever.

A guy like you,

fighting the good fight his
whole life wouldn't understand.

I understand completely.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

I spent most of my
life as a coward,

but I'm gonna die a man.

Right?

Relax, Mr. Ray.

Relax?

Ian tried to blow me up. I don't
need to relax. You need to wake up.

You thought he was harmless. He
almost took everything from you, man.

He was this close to taking
everything from you.

Well, if that's true, I have men who
will make sure he pays for it dearly.

What did I say about
keeping this private?

Who knows what some stupid-ass
guard is gonna do? No. No.

If things get out of control, you
got to handle your own business.

Believe me.

I have dealt with much
worse than Ian Covey.

[ Drawer Closes ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Cops on the way?

Yeah, I called in a domestic dispute
to make sure they're close.

They're gonna be right next
door when it goes down.

You okay?

I know. This kind of sucks.

What's going on?

You tell us, Ian.

We're trying to make sense of this...
situation.

- What situation? - The one where
Yash's buyer fell through...

right around the time
you came calling on me.

That had nothing to do with me.

You must admit the
timing is peculiar, Ian.

Then you plugged me into Yash's deal.
But it was a setup, wasn't it?

No, that's crazy. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, don't play stupid, Ian.
I found this in my house,

underneath the chair that
you were sitting in.

You recognize that?

That's how you knew my
routine for that day.

Lucky for me, your
timer didn't work.

- You son of a bitch.
- You were planning on killing us both.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
No, I can explain.

No, I think it's too late for that.
It is time...

- Hey!
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Whether it's betraying
their country or committing a murder,

getting someone to make a
life-altering mistake...

is less about logic
than passion.

You have to create an
environment fueled by emotion,

make them rely on instinct.

Stop right there, you bastard!

And make them believe they're
in a do-or-die situation.

[ Gasps ]

[ Groaning ]

Yash.

What?

You have something to say?

I got you.

[ Man ] Put the gun down!

[ Stammers ] [ Ian Groans ]

- This isn't what you think.
- I said put it down!

It was self-defense.
Hands behind your head!

[ Woman ] 3450 East Star.
Shots fired.

1052. One victim down.

- I am telling you, it was self-defense!
- [ Handcuffs Clicking ]

- He has a gun! - [ Woman On Radio
] Copy that, 82. Units en route.

He's dead, and I
don't see any gun.

He-He... He shot a man
inside my house.

Go inside and look! There
is a dead man in my office!

Go inside and see!

Hey. You okay, man?

Got to give Ian
credit, you know?

Not a lot of people get a chance
to go out on their own terms.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Well, that's our cue.

We gotta get.

[ Siren Continues ]
Mike, you coming?

Mike? We gotta go.

[ Car Door Closes ]

I want you to know that I almost turned
around three times on the way here.

This file set some very serious
balls rolling, Michael.

If we pull the trigger, and the
orders in there go through...

I'm hoping it won't come to that.
Good. Just understand...

I put myself on the
line in a big way here.

I think it's time I
hear what's going on.

When we were looking for
the people who burned me,

even when we thought we had
them all, I had doubts.

I wasn't sure it was all
over, and I was right.

You're serious?

You have hard evidence
that the people...

Dani, the last person I told my suspicion
to was Max, and he died in my arms.

I don't want that
to happen to you.

So, please,

don't press this any further.

What if I want to help?

When it comes to that... if it
comes to that... I will tell you.

But for now, I need
to do this alone.

[ Sighs ]

Good luck.

[ Car Door Closes ]

Is that my immunity agreement?

I used every trick I could, but I just
couldn't get you immunity, Vaughn.

Then we have nothing
to talk about.

Don't be like that.

I got you a consolation prize.

You got me transferred
out of Guantánamo?

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not good enough.

I figured you'd say that,
but I did it anyway.

And since I know how
difficult it is...

for you to make new friends
without blackmailing them,

I decided to have a few of your old friends
transferred here to keep you company.

You remember this guy.

Belgian assassin who
worked for you.

Vincent Sh... Vincent something.

Of course you do. You ratted him
out to reduce your sentence.

Oh, and...

you remember this guy.

You tried to have him killed.

Simon.

Now I know you guys
had a falling out,

but you guys have 25 years
to patch things up.

Twenty-five years
to roam free...

in the exercise yard
of a federal prison.

Just you and your old pals.

You're welcome.

Hey, Mike. Michael, look...

Look, look... Michael,
you can't do this!

No, I really can, but
I don't have to...

if you give me
something, Vaughn!

Now, you read the files.

What is Anson planning? Is
he trying to disappear?

What is his play here?

Look, those numbers...

They're not just bank
accounts and blind trusts.

They're linked to real things.
What things?

Look, our organization... it
wasn't just run on burned spies.

We had an infrastructure.

We had transport companies, supply
depots, weapons manufacturers...

Legit businesses, all set
up to serve our purposes.

Without them in place,
we would not exist!

What does this have
to do with Anson?

Michael, you really
don't see it, do you?

Anson isn't retiring.

He's rebuilding.

That organization
that burned you...

He's bringing that back on-line.

No.

You can try and stop it.

But if I know Anson, it
may already be too late.

Westen! We had a deal!

Westen, look! You got to
cancel those transfers.

I don't know, Vaughn. It
just might be too late.