My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until...
[ Cellphone rings ]
Man: We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
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 ex-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.
Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
Previously on "Burn Notice"... Vaughn: Vaughn.
Simon: I take it you've chosen to terminate my services.
We found a replacement, Simon. The name's Westen.
Fiona: I thought Vaughn told you he had nothing to do with burning you.
Here's to you, partner. I'm glad we found each other.
Me too.
So that list is the key
to destroying the people who burned me?
People are gonna die if that thing gets out.
Lives are gonna be ruined.
The people on that list burned you, so this is your call.
Michael: We need to hand this over to the government.
You think I'm lying about this list?
Look, if you expect me to help you get back in,
you're gonna have to go on the record about the people who burned you.
Marv, I can't sit on this list forever.
All right, I'll let you know the time and the place.
This is the list?
Marv, who are these guys?
Jesse, I'm sorry.
No! No!
Jesse, wait!
Brennen.
Marv: Jesse, I'm sorry.
Jesse: Marv, what the hell are you talking about? What's going on?
No! No!
When a soldier loses a friend in battle,
his commanding officer keeps a close eye on how he copes.
If his judgment is affected, he is removed from combat
so one fallen soldier doesn't turn into two.
Spies in the field take the same precautions.
But without a strict chain of command,
the decision about who stays in the game
and who gets sidelined can get messy.
Brennen just called me.
He wants me to meet him at the Carlito in an hour.
Great. I'll go with you. Just in case.
Sam, if Brennen wanted to kill me,
he would have shot me when he took the NOC list.
I'm just gonna go talk to the man.
Yeah, and I'm going.
Yeah, I'd like a word with him, too. [ Gun clicks ]
Ooh, Mike, that's not a good idea.
Wait. Excuse me?
Sam, if you got something to say, you better say it to me.
Look, I know you're upset, but I don't think you get it.
Brennen isn't just some arms dealer.
He kidnapped Mike's brother.
He once strapped a bomb to a kid. The guy's a megacreep.
I don't give a damn if he's Satan himself, all right?
One way or another, he's gonna tell me how he got Marv to flip.
No, he's not, Jesse. Sam's right.
You're gonna sit this one out.
The hell I am. Mike, it's not your call.
Marv wasn't your friend.
You're right, he wasn't, but if he had been,
I'd expect you to stop me from doing something stupid.
He's right, Jess.
We've all been there, Mike included.
There's gonna be fallout from Marv's murder.
The fact that it happened here in Miami,
CIFA's gonna want to talk to you.
I need you to sell them a story
that gives us enough time to operate.
Okay, so I'm supposed to just sit on the sidelines
and lie to the only people that are looking for the truth?
Okay. Then, it sounds like a Michael Westen plan to me.
He'll get over it, Mike.
[ Door opens, closes ]
$122,654.37.
That's how much I've spent in the last year
keeping tabs on my favorite burned spy.
Thanks?
No, actually, I should be thanking you.
Because you led me to good, old Marv.
And without him, I never would have been able
to pry the list out of your hands.
This, uh, little network of people that burned you
is very promising.
Talk about high-value targets.
Okay, so you're here to, what, take a victory lap?
Little bit, but mostly it's a business trip.
I'm here to get spy guy to slit a few dozen throats.
Oh, n-now, don't give me that look.
You're going to love this -- trust me.
You want me to kill the people on the list?
Ding-ding, Michael Westen!
You get revenge. I get money.
Everybody goes home a winner.
And if I say no?
You won't, because if you refuse,
a very special audio file gets sent to, uh --
what is he, your boss, your keeper? --
anyway, the man you know as Vaughn.
Marv gave you Mike's debrief?
You mean my Michael Westen summer-jam mix tape? Indeed.
Fun stuff.
And if, uh, Vaughn ever gets a listen
to you outing his little secret society,
he's gonna kill...
Well, you and you and Fiona...
This new guy, Jesse...
Possibly even mama Westen, Nate.
How is Nate?
I sent him a Christmas card and never heard back.
You're working your way to a point. I can just feel it.
Meet your first victim.
Government employee 132g-something.
I did some digging. He was an operator in Indonesia.
He's currently living in Miami.
The list just had his Federal I.D. mumber.
Your job is to turn that number into a name,
and that name into a corpse.
If you have his government I.D.,
you just need to access the federal employee database.
Wrong, Mr. Westen.
You just need to access the federal employee database.
Okay, so you want us to just waltz into some FBI building
and politely ask them to use one of their computers?
I'm gonna go out on a limb here, Sam,
and guess you're not the brains behind this operation.
Computers that can access the federal database
also live in federal courthouses.
Did I go too fast? Are you lost, Sam?
Don't take my silence for confusion, Brennen.
I was just trying to kill you with my mind.
Okay.
Killing me wouldn't solve your problem.
That audio file is scheduled to be e-mailed to Vaughn
every morning at 5:00 a.m.,
the only thing stopping it, me.
Oh, God, uh, one more final little detail --
I brought in someone special...
To help you with the killing
and me with the keeping you in line.
He's a big fan of yours.
Uh, may I present...
Hey, kid!
Ohh. And I was hoping for a smile.
[ Laughs ]
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Michael, you're thinking about this all wrong.
Brennen is giving you a hell of an opportunity here.
Sam: Oh, yeah, right.
Brennen is forcing him to kill in cold blood.
He's not forcing him.
Come on -- the Michael I knew
would've sliced a bloody swath through that list.
The Michael I knew would've left a trail
of twisted, broken bodies lying in his wake.
And the Michael I knew
would've done it all with a smile on his face.
Oh ho ho ho! That was beautiful, Larry.
Ever think about writing poetry?
Guys, we need to focus.
The network at the Miami Federal Courthouse
will give us everything we need.
I got to say, I don't like where this is going.
Oh, good news, Sam. You don't have to like it. You get to stay home.
Mike, can you talk to the jackal, please --
sorry to make this awkward, kid, in front of, you know,
but none of your friends are invited to this party.
Just you and me. And this time, you don't get a choice.
[ Laughing ] Oh, my. What is that?
This is rebar, Larry, see, 'cause,
I'm gonna wipe that 5,000-watt smile off your face!
Come on! Sam! What are you --
Sam, what the hell are you doing?!
We got to get to Brennen.
Can you get Larry's cellphone number? Yeah.
What the hell do you let this wet rag hang around for?
I mean, he's just holding you back.
You know what? You two deserve each other.
Good luck with your murder spree, Mike.
[ Door slams ]
Yeah, Marv called me a few days before he was killed.
You know, "how's the fam?
"I saw your Marlins took a beating.
We should grab a drink."
Just -- whatever. Friend stuff.
Did he say why he was coming to Miami?
I asked him. Didn't go into any detail.
I just figured he was working a case.
And then when I went to I.D. his body,
among his personal effects.
I didn't want it falling into the wrong hands,
so I picked it up, figured you guys would come calling.
These are notes on the Sinaloa Cartel.
Yeah. I-I d-don't -- I don't know what that's about.
Marv and I never worked a case against those guys.
But I haven't really been up on the latest.
You know.
Well, thank you for this, Mr. Porter.
Yeah. Anything you need.
Hey, if you don't mind me asking...
How's the investigation going?
We'll be in touch.
Mm-hmm.
Glad to help.
[ Door opens ]
[ Sighs ]
Who kicked your dog?
Ugh.
Just lied to my old agency.
Told them Marv was working a cartel case off the books.
Doesn't look like you had much fun.
No, no, this whole thing --
it puts a black mark on a -- on a good man's record.
My point is,
I don't think you would have done it if you didn't have to.
Yeah, well, of course not. But so what?
Man had a wife and two daughters.
They're never gonna know why he died.
I feel like the whole thing's my fault.
I feel like --
I feel like I should call them or something.
Is that safe?
No.
You know, when my mom was killed,
I didn't know the whole story
for a while, for like a couple months.
Everyone was trying to protect me.
But when you lose someone close like that, the truth --
it matters.
Well, from what I understand about this situation,
it sounds like the truth might hurt
just as much as it might help.
If you're gonna go "helping" anybody,
you might want to think about what Marv's family needs first.
I'm just saying.
I don't get it, Larry.
You're not exactly a "taking orders" type of guy.
Why work with Brennen?
Oh, the math isn't complicated.
He's got the list
and a solid plan to turn it into cash
using some of my many talents.
So you're just employee number two? Come on.
You know the funny thing about this world
is that people lose stuff all the time.
And sometimes it's taken from them.
I see a very bright future for whoever holds that list.
And it's not gonna be Brennen forever.
Believe that.
So, what's your plan here?
Well, I think we start with some ass-kicking
and then some name-taking.
I think we hit the fire alarm,
slip past the metal detectors in the confusion,
grab a guard to get into the computer room,
and then, boom, one body to dump.
That's one more than we need. We can do this without guns.
What in the hell happened to you?
My way's fun, too.
We can play it like St. Petersburg, '94.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, you mean, lawyers instead of diplomats?
And this time I'll let you be the boss.
Oh, you'll let me? Ohh!
Okay, fine. Fine. We'll try it your way.
I'm gonna need your cell number. I'll call you later.
[ Beep ]
Michael got Larry's number.
We should be all set
if everything goes smoothly in there
and they call Brennen with a name.
Give me about a minute head start.
I'm gonna go scare up some paperwork.
Adds a nice touch.
Why don't I grab you some coffee while I'm at it?
Ooh, yeah, only if they've got those little cortaditos.
I love those things.
[ Keyboard clacking, telephone rings ]
Hey. Tom Nickerson. Hi. How are you?
Listen, I need to get all the archived files
on, uh, Judge Shapiro's Kingdon Industries trial.
Docket number bl2435.
Okay. Kingdon Industries.
Judge Jonathan Shapiro.
[ Beep ]
Looks like there are over 1,000 files in that case. Yeah.
And there doesn't appear to be a Nickerson listed here in --
yeah, well, see, the old attorney
was fired for being incompetent.
I'm taking over. I need you to get everything out here pronto.
Right, well, I don't see a note in the file
saying there's been a change in counsel.
I'm sorry, but I can't --
y--
[ cellphone rings ]
Oh, Jesus.
There's been a pretrial conference going on for 10 minutes.
I have a judge waiting for me. I need those files right away.
Yes, sir? Yes, yes, Judge Shapiro.
How are you, sir?
Michael: Counselor, where the hell are you?
Get your ass up here now!
Y-yes, sir.
You are really going to regret this.
I got -- I got the substitution of counsel forms.
Did you get the archived files?
No, no, I'm still waiting for someone to go get them, yes.
Did you tell him about the judge?! Oh, I tried to,
but he's not feeling particularly helpful today.
We'll tell the judge that we're just not getting
any cooperation down here... Cooperate!
...And let him burn for this!
You're gonna burn for this!
Yes. What's your name? What is your name?!
Uh, I'll be right back.
[ Beeping ]
Michael: Here we go.
89, 88, 87...
Larry, I'm typing in numbers.
It's easier if you don't count!
I get the picture.
[ Beeping ]
Hey, lookee, lookee. Larry's making a call.
Used to expand mobile coverage to places without service,
femtocells reroute and boost cellular signals...
Which is great if you're a hacker
looking to tap and trace a call
made by a specific cellphone number.
Larry. What's the good word?
Here we go. Okay.
Future deadee's name is Albert Machado.
The guy works for the I.M.F.
Brennen: For a few more hours, anyway.
Okay. Bingo. We got the network I.D.
[ Beeping ] Okay. What the hell?
He's bouncing the I.D. Number
and changing the call history?
Fi, I've never seen that.
Okay, let's go. Let's go. Go. I got to cover my tracks.
[ Alarm blaring ]
Oh, well. Time to go.
Come on, kid. We'll take the service elevator.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Police radio chatter ] I want you to tell me, counselor --
who is first chair on this case?!
Sir, the judge asked you a question. You hesitated.
Yeah, because I was looking for my notes which someone left
on my desk back in the office! Hesitated!
Excuse me! I'm gonna need to see some I.D.
I.D. Oh, you want to see some I.D.
He wants to know who I am.
Do you want to tell him who I am?
Managing Partner -- Nickerson, Trott and Associates.
$100 million annual billing and first chair --
No, look, look, look!
There has been a disturbance on this floor.
I'm gonna need you to head downstairs right now.
Okay. Okay. All right. Sorry.
You didn't answer my question.
- You're the boss, Larry. - Ah, damn right!
Waitress: Here you go.
To Albert Machado.
The first of 46 moneymaking opportunities
on that list of mine.
To Albert. May his life be short and end screaming.
I'm kidding.
You got to lighten up and enjoy yourself.
I mean, this guy is your enemy.
Enemy or not, we're planning an execution.
I'm sorry if I'm not doing cartwheels.
This is Machado, inside and out --
from his home address
to his favorite brand of toothpaste.
You two have got some scouting to do.
I've got to finalize the arrangements
for who we're framing for his murder.
You never said anything about framing somebody.
That's news to me, too. Well, it doesn't concern you two.
I'm taking care of it.
Larry: Actually, it does concern us.
To sell a frame-up, there's a lot of details
you're gonna want us to get right.
[ Chuckles ] Larry, Michael...
It's called compartmentalization.
We each have our own unique and very specific
set of responsibilities.
I handle the details. You two point and shoot.
You want us to start shooting, you need to start sharing.
Okay, fine...
But only because I'm particularly proud of this.
We're framing a Filipino separatist group.
Points for originality, no?
If we're framing them for murder,
why not frame them for abduction?
Oh, kid. Don't start that boy-scout crap.
This is not you.
The man is part of a organization
that destroyed my life, Larry.
I don't care if he attends
another one of his daughter's dance recitals.
But this is a better investment.
If you kill him, then he's dead.
That's usually how it goes.
But if you grab him,
then you can interrogate him, ransom him.
The sky's the limit.
Well, I don't mind raising the bottom line.
What do you think, Wall Street?
All right, Westen. We'll try it.
Who doesn't love a good kidnapping?
I'll make some calls.
Do you want to --
oh, uh, and one more thing.
I'm sure it's occurred to you
to try and have someone tail me back to the list.
If I pick up even the slightest hint
of the vaguest whiff
that I've got a tail...
I'm dropping Vaughn and his entire organization
on your head.
That guy. [ Laughs ]
He's kind of a dick.
[ Horn honks ]
Uh, Fi, you do remember that we're looking for someone
who deals in top-of-the-line phone scramblers, right?
Top of the top of the line, actually.
Okay, so you're saying one of the wizards in there
sold Brennen the equipment that beat us back at the courthouse?
The place is a dump.
Well, they're not into interior design.
The guy in the gray shirt -- that's Alfredo.
That guy. He doesn't look like he could complete a 411 call,
let alone direct us to Brennen.
Two independent and highly motivated sources
say Alfredo's the only guy in Miami
who's moving black-market technology of this caliber.
Well, I tell you, there's no way we're getting
through that front door fast enough
to get the jump on him.
Who says we're using the door?
Hey, hey.
Of the many ways to launch a sneak attack,
few are more disorienting and terrifying for your enemy
than dropping in from above.
It gives you immediate and overwhelming superiority.
[ Beep, explosion ]
The only downside?
Sometimes it means an 8-foot fall to the floor.
Sam: Oh, geez.
I know your sign says "closed"... [ Gun cocks ]
But can we talk for a minute?
Start talking or start losing limbs.
Listen! Just listen!
All I did was sell that guy a scrambler for his phone
a-and a wall safe.
What kind of safe did you sell him?
It's an XL-500 series.
That doesn't really mean anything to us.
It's cutting-edge.
Heat-resistant up to 2,000 degrees.
Biometric lock.
Wait. You mean with a hand scanner?
Exactly. I gave him a good deal on it, too.
Free delivery and installation.
Well, if you installed it, you have his address.
I can't give you that.
That guy -- I-I think he's planning on killing me.
I-I'm locking my door 24/7.
Well, since we already made it past your locked door,
I think you have more immediate problems.
Address. Now.
I'm calling Jesse. We need all hands on deck.
All right. So, what's your plan?
Too early to say for sure.
I can't even tell how many guards there are on the property.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Not what I meant.
I can see the wheels turning, kid.
Are you gonna drop a bug on him? Pin a tail on the donkey?
Come on -- how are you gonna steal the list from Brennen?
Share. Why don't you tell me how you're gonna play it?
Teach me something.
Oh, you say that like I didn't teach you
damn near everything else you know.
Fair enough. I'll tell you what I see, Larry.
I see you making him comfortable...
Gaming him, keeping him out in the open.
The last thing you want
is Brennen scurrying down some hole with the list.
[ Chuckles ]
So we're both keeping him very comfortable
until an opportunity presents itself, right?
Right. Yeah.
Showtime.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
There's our target.
What?
For kidnapping.
[ Chuckles ]
He didn't spare any expense on his security.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Those bodyguards.
They got Ranger tats. Probably former Special Forces.
Maybe we should just clip one or two of them,
see how special they really are.
Hey, you wanted to know when Machado got here.
He just got here.
We'll be there.
Brennen?
Yeah, he wants to meet, wants to hear our plan.
So remember -- very comfortable.
Michael: The entire compound is surrounded
by an 8-foot wrought-iron and concrete fence.
It's patrolled by at least seven armed guards.
A large explosion right here by the front gate
will draw attention in the wrong direction,
allow us to sneak in through the rear wall.
What about these, uh, ugly little boxes?
Are they supposed to be motion sensors, video cameras?
Oh, they're both, but we're gonna knock out the compound's power.
And they'll be running blind until the generator starts up.
Michael: From the moment we breach,
we'll have two minutes to locate Machado, grab him,
and get him out before the power comes back up.
It's gonna be tight, but I got to say, fellas,
I love the simplicity.
Make 'em look left, stab 'em in the eyes,
go in right. It's like a magic trick.
Yeah, like one of those really bloody magic tricks.
Yeah, I'd prefer not to be the one bleeding.
Seven guards is a lot of moving parts to account for.
And we can't exactly extract Machado if we're dead.
The kid thinks we need to watch some guard shift changes
to find the best time to breach,
minimize our chances of being seen.
Really? H-how long do you think we need
to watch these shift changes?
I'm thinking one, maybe two days.
Yeah. Yeah. I can see that.
You want one or two days to scout.
Yeah.
Which would also conveniently
give you one or two days to try and come up with a plan
to wriggle out from under my thumb.
That about the shape of it, Westen?
Brennen, I -- wait!
How about this instead?
Why don't both you ladies put on your game faces...
Right now.
Because you're going in.
Right now.
[ No audio ]
Peanut butter. Jelly.
Now make me a sandwich delicious enough
to blast into that compound
and frame a Filipino separatist organization
for the kidnapping of Albert Machado.
Going now is a mistake.
We haven't taken the time we need to prep.
Well, what do you think Larry's doing? Window-shopping?
He's at the compound, finishing your recon.
Look, I know you're not exactly worried about our well-being.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Michael.
I-I-I resent that.
Safety is my number-one priority, which is why...
...I got you the.
[ Chuckles ]
Don't flash those adorable puppy-dog eyes at me.
What happened to that plan I liked so much?
If you want us around for a second operation,
I'm telling you to reconsider.
And I'm telling you...
Two elite operatives like yourselves -- you'll be fine.
And you can take solace in the fact that you don't have a choice.
Oh, don't tell me the kid's still moping around.
Every moment since you left. What do you got?
Okay, the main power for Machado's compound
is run off a transformer a quarter-mile north.
That's perfect.
You can drop a charge off there on your way to the breach.
Yeah, now, Machado is in his office right now
at the back of the main house.
If we can separate him from his guards
and then force him outside, snatching him
shouldn't be any problem. Love it.
Now, before you go in,
you got to make these bombs exactly like this.
Exactly. Do not deviate.
I know you want to frame some guys in Manila,
but I don't read tagalog.
Oh. I'm sorry.
I-I believe that's filed under "your problem."
[ Chuckles ] Good luck in there.
Call me when it's time to send the bill.
So... [ Claps hand]
You ready to make some fireworks?
If you're looking to frame a specific group for a bombing,
you use their design plans, their construction materials,
and their particular brand of C-4.
Bomb experts know that not all c-4 is the same.
The same taggant chemicals
that allow manufacturers to identify their own product
will also allow forensic teams
to track down the source country
to determine who's to blame --
just like checking the label on a t-shirt
to determine where it's made, only a little more complicated.
Okay, so, what --
there's no opening the safe without Brennen?
Well, with enough time, we could cut our way in,
but there'd be no way to hide our handiwork.
Brennen would find out.
Right, and once he does, Vaughn knows we got the list,
and we'd have a war on our hands. I say to hell with this.
I say we let Brennen find out, stick a gun in his mouth,
tell him we're gonna decorate the walls with his big-ass brain
if he doesn't hand over Mike's debrief.
Problem solved.
I like where your head is at. Sam: Fi.
But we don't know where Brennen is.
Right, and if we go looking for him,
we better make sure he doesn't see our shadow,
'cause he warned Mike about the consequences of following him.
Okay, so we go invisible.
We break the safe, wait for him to show up.
When he does, you know, my "gun in the mouth" pitch.
Anybody got a better idea?
When a real-estate bubble bursts,
it's tough on the civilian population.
But it's a field day for spies.
Empty buildings provide excellent cover
for scouting in an urban environment.
And it's always nice to plan and execute illicit operations
in air-conditioned comfort.
Unfortunately, all that unoccupied space
is a playground for criminals, too.
Fiona: 10th floor. Southwest corner unit.
That's the condo where Brennen installed the safe.
Jesse: Ah, clever bastard hid the thing in an empty building.
Looks like he's turning it into a television studio.
I've never seen more cameras in my life.
Yeah, we can forget about being invisible.
If we go in there, he's gonna know it.
These shape charges are almost set. You good?
Yeah, bombs on the front gate and transformer
are on one frequency.
And this little piggy's on the other.
Two clicks, three booms.
A bomb built to distract
is long on fuel and short on shrapnel.
The larger the fireball, the more eyeballs it attracts.
Hey, you want to stretch?
This is gonna be a two-minute sprint.
[ Beep ]
A bomb built to breach a wall, on the other hand,
need not be particularly loud or visible.
Charges shaped to direct force into structural supports
can blow a hole in a wall
without blowing out anyone's eardrum.
[ Beep ]
Mike, you go around the other side.
I'll flush Machado out into your waiting arms, okay?
Oh, Mike, there are no bonus points for being gentle.
[ Dialing ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Hey. Mikey. Great to hear from you.
[ Gunfire ] What the hell is happening over there?
I'm kind of in the middle of a breach, Sam.
And you got to call now?
It's the only time I could get away from Larry.
Tell me some good news. We got something.
We found out where Brennen is keeping that list.
1488 Brickell Avenue, apartment 1037.
We got eyes on it right now.
That is great news.
Yeah, but this isn't --
he's got the thing in a safe with a biometric lock,
and the thing is covered
by about a jillion security cameras.
You want us to crash the place?
No, even if we get the list,
we got to stop Brennen from sending that file to Vaughn.
I think Larry might be able to help with that. I got to go.
Hands. Hands. Weapon.
Do you have any idea who I am?
Yes, I do.
Who I work for? Yes, I do.
Does the name "Michael Westen" ring any bells?
Kid.
Larry, what are you doing?
Adios!
What are you doing?!
Mission accomplished.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!
What the hell was that, Larry?
God, you never feel more alive
than after you've killed somebody!
You were supposed to grab Machado. Grab!
Oh, God. You saw his file.
The world's a better place without him. We had a deal!
Whoa, well, what can I say?
I crossed my fingers behind my back.
What are you gonna do about it, huh?
Jesus, every time I come back here,
There is less of you in there.
You're bottling up all your darkness, a-all the rage,
all the good stuff that makes you who you are!
That son of a bitch --
he helped burn you. He deserved to die!
Are you gonna tell me different? Huh?
There it is. There's the look.
They took your life away.
I know what you want to do. Give yourself permission.
What makes you think I won't start with you?
Because you're lost.
And because I am the way back.
And deep down...
You know that.
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Laughs ]
No kids. No families.
Done.
And I won't work with Brennen.
Brennen is a necessary evil. For now, he's got the list.
For the moment.
He has it stashed in a safe with a biometric lock.
Sam and Fi found it earlier today.
[ Laughs ]
That is beautiful. That is so beautiful.
That is beautiful. I knew you were working an angle.
If we're gonna do this, I can't have a noose around my neck.
The audio file Brennen has --
we need to get it before we go after the list.
I love it.
I'll call him right now.
Brennen: There they are! Ha ha ha!
A good general knows
his army is only as effective as its weakest soldier.
And a great general has no weak soldiers in his army.
To a beautiful partnership.
Where's Machado?
Did he put up much of a fight? Is he still usable?
You know, kid, I been thinking a lot about what you said.
But I got a much easier way to do it.
Larry, what the hell are you doing?
Yes, Larry. What the hell are you doing?
You know the interesting thing about a biometric lock?
Son of a bitch! Larry!
That the owner can still open it even after he's dead.
Larry, don't.
Stay back, Michael!
You told me everything I wanted to hear,
which makes me think I can't trust you, not yet.
You don't know where the list is.
That is true. But the kid does.
He found out earlier today.
You know what your problem is, Brennen?
Other than this knife in your chest?
Is you are so busy thinking 10 moves ahead,
you don't see the movements right in front of you.
I knew that Michael would take care of all the hard stuff
and leave me to focus on the fun stuff.
You didn't beat me, Michael.
Larry: No.
I did.
Sorry, kid. I revised your plan.
Larry,hat the hell are you doing?
Now there's nothing stopping Vaughn from coming after me.
I was counting on that.
You're locked in now. You need me to survive.
You're gonna have some awfully big predators stalking you,
but you'll be fine if you stick with me.
Hey, it's time for the little baby bird
to come back to the nest...
Only this time, he's flying solo.
Call your friends. Right now.
Sam and Fi -- they're going away.
Or...
Sam and Fi...
Are going...Away.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Michael, where are you? What happened?
Michael: Larry and I are going into business together.
So he'll help us with Brennen?
No. That's irrelevant now.
I need you, Sam, and Jesse
to take my mom and get out of town.
Take everything you need for a long trip.
Michael, t--
call you in a few weeks, honey.
[ Receiver clicks ]
Now you, me...
And big mouth's body here --
we're gonna go for a little ride.
"Honey." Sam, he called me "honey."
- Son of a bitch. - Why? W-what does that mean?
"Honey" is a distress signal we used to use in Belfast.
When I asked about Brennen, he said it was irrelevant.
I think Brennen's dead.
Which means Vaughn's gonna be booking a flight down to Miami
pretty soon to put bullets in all of us.
Michael said to get out of town and take what we need.
Well, that's just got to be Larry trying to get Mike alone.
Or it's Mike telling us to get the list.
Maybe, but we can't be sure that's what he means.
Well, a hunch is as good as we're gonna get.
Come on, kid, it's the natural evolution of your plan.
You said yourself you didn't want to work with Brennen.
This wasn't what I meant, Larry.
Well, look at the bright side. Now it's just you and me.
Actually, it's just you and me and Vaughn
and a hundred of his closest friends.
Once we get the list, we can just start tearing away
at the foundation of Vaughn's empire
brick by brick...
Until there's no one left to send.
Okay?
You know, it's a shame we got to lug this guy around,
when all we need is his hand.
Geez, I would kill for a bone saw.
[ Door closes ] Oh, that son of a bitch.
Put it in a cinder-block wall.
Every second counts.
[ Tires screech ]
Safe technology has been revolutionized
in the past 30 years.
New metal alloys are stronger and more resistant than ever
to drills, saws, and even explosive compounds.
Walls, on the other hand,
haven't really changed much since the middle ages.
So if you can't get into a safe fast enough,
you can always pull it out of the wall
and take it with you.
[ Tires screech ]
Ah. Home sweet home.
Let's go find something to put our host in.
[ Beep ]
Just stop moping, kid, will you? What's done is done.
Once you get your head wrapped around all this,
I know you -- you're gonna love it.
[ Laughs ]
You ready?
[ Elevator dings ]
Time for Brennen's swan song.
What the hell happened in here?
Where is the safe?
What did you do?
Where is the damn safe?!
Larry, calm down. I don't know.
I've been with you this whole time, remember?
You stop being cute and you tell me now!
Oh, you got something on your...
I mean, it's -- now it's...
You -- you got something there.
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Beep ]
Who is this?
Hello, Larry.
It's your favorite wet rag, Sam Axe, calling.
Ah, Sam. Sam. Is this you, too?
It is.
Now put me on speakerphone, jerk.
I'm sorry. I don't take orders from pathetic, old --
[ gunshot ]
The next one makes you dead... And me smile.
And I want to smile, Larry.
I really, really want to smile.
[ Beep ]
Okay, so, re's what's gonna happen.
Mike's gonna walk out of that room right now,
and you're gonna sit there like a good little boy and wait for the cops.
Otherwise you're gonna join Brennen in the afterlife.
Believe that, Larry.
I wish I could say it's been fun, Larry.
No. You move, I shoot you right in the head.
Come on, Larry.
You and I both know you're not gonna shoot me.
Try me. You won't reach the door.
Yes, I will. I'm gonna walk right out that door.
I'll do it, Michael.
I'll do it. And you know why?
I can't stand watching you...
Waste who you are...
What you have inside...
What we could have been!
You're not gonna do it, Larry.
Because if you shoot me, Sam will kill you where you stand.
And while I'd give my life for something I believe in,
there's not a thing in this world that you'd die for.
And you want to know the difference between you and me?
I really do know you.
You only think you know me.
[ Siren wails ]
[ Door closes ]
Oh, Michael.
Michael!
You think we'll ever see this place again?
I don't know.
Once we have the list from Brennen's safe,
we'll turn it over to the government.
They'll have to help us with Vaughn.
And what happens after that?
One thing at a time, Fi.
Everything okay, Fi?
We used to talk about where we were going,
what we wanted our lives to be.
And now the only time we talk about our future
is when someone's coming to end it.
We're almost there.
You said that 10 minutes ago.
Hey.
Doing any better?
Uh, not really, no.
Marv and I were pretty close, you know?
Just can't shake the feeling that I made a mistake
not calling his family.
Well. [ Clears throat ]
You can let yourself off the hook, 'cause, um...
I did it for you.
What are you talking about?
I got Marv's number off your phone,
and I called his house.
His daughter, Emily, picked up.
I couldn't say much,
but I told her that her dad had died a hero.
Wow. Maddy, I --
thank you.
You're welcome.
But I didn't do it for you.
If I've learned anything from watching you and my son,
it's if one little lie helps a family sleep easy at night,
then, well, I say that's not such a bad thing.
Right?
[ Chuckles ]
Fiona: We're in.
All that work for one little thumb drive.
Try to hold onto it this time.
[ Crowbar clangs ]
We got four hours until Vaughn gets that tape.
I wonder how he'll take it when he hears
you running down everything you know
about him and his underlings to a Federal Agent.
His organization has never faced this kind of exposure before.
I imagine he'll marshal all of his forces
and send them this way.
So, the gates of hell will open...
The apocalypse will be upon us...
And everyone we know and love
will be in danger of becoming very dead.
So what else is new?
Everybody should try to get some sleep.
Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.
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