My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until...
We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
When you're burned, you've got nothing --
no cash, no credit, no job history.
You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I? - Miami.
You do whatever work comes your way.
You rely on anyone who's still talking to you.
A trigger-happy 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.
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.
Anson is the one who killed Benny.
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?
All those years, how many times did you wish he were dead?
We did it for you. You're welcome, Michael.
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.
I can 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 far 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.
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.
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.
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. First time in D.C. - Okay.
- 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.
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. But recognize him?
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?
Find that out, and we're one step ahead of Anson.
Burn Notice 5x17 Acceptable Loss Original Air Date on December 8, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Man, I thought I saw the last of this guy
when we sent him to prison.
I mean, 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 Guantanamo?
No, Pearce can have the CIA 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.
Yeah. What doesn't with you, man? Please.
Look, I got my friend's retirement...party right now.
I'll check in later.
Yeah.
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.
What's up?
Question --
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. Most of them.
Good.
I'm leaving government work, too,
and I know somebody that needs an ass-kicking.
It's Yash Ahluwalia,
diplomat with the Indian consulate.
State department assigned me to him in 2002.
Said they needed their "best" working with him.
I spend most of my time sorting out his parking tickets,
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.
And 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 you 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.
Until I got tired of waking up
and seeing crap like this.
It'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 can 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.
Look, I'm not making any promises, man.
I'll -- 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.
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?
- 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.
Is it worth it? Is he saying anything good?
Shut up! Your dirty diplomat's finishing his business.
You know, I like the deal.
And the price is a little high,
but for what you're bringing me, I-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.
Okeydokey.
What?
What did they 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?
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, with 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, 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 Guantanamo.
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.
Y-you're gonna share my pain.
You get your own pen.
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 on 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.
Well, 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.
Oh, great, the cops. I'm standing right here.
I'm 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 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.
And be ready to drive a stick.
The key to manipulating another driver
is to make them reactive.
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.
Hope you're in place, Sam,
because we're coming your way now.
What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?
Oh, brother, you have no idea.
Hey, sweet ride you got there.
Mind if I take it for a spin?
Wait. Let me get my bag.
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 that's well guarded
even with weeks to plan, it's iffy.
With a few days, impossible.
I thought impossible was what you did.
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 got to 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 got to 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.
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 not problem. We got it under control.
Tell Vaughn I said what's up.
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.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
Bring me in a bottle of scotch and the rest of that file,
and 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.
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.
Just blood pressure meds. I'm fine.
How are you doing?
What are you doing here? I told you today's meeting was off.
And who is 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.
Heard you got some fine products 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.
But 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.
Hey, you want to see my shop. I'll show you my shop.
What do I have a damn?
Make a quick phone call, set it up.
How'd this happen?
A little camping accident.
My buddy needs his trailer back, pronto.
He said you can help.
3 grand.
3 grand will get it good as new.
Oh, come on. 3 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 2?
Fine, but only this once,
and only because he knows you.
Yeah?
Chuck.
Jesse, what's up? Uh, something wrong?
Absolutely. Very much so. Listen, I just want 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 they might give you a way in.
Just take the scenic route, will you?
Will do.
Hey, Fi? Yeah.
- We should go. - Okay.
- Like right now. Yeah. - Okay.
Mind if I finish my wine before we take our little field trip?
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 are 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.
Some requests, however, are a little more difficult.
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?
No deal. I don't know who you are
or what you think you're doing, but I'm not --
Okay, look, lady. 20 grand or bad things start happening.
- Back room -- now. - Listen, I don't --
Go, go, go.
Hey, boss. How are you doing?
- Who are your friends? - Chuckie, 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? - Now's not a good time.
The problem with relying on untrained civilians
is you never know how they're gonna react
in a life-or-death situation until you're actually in one.
Hey, ladies. Bob.
Say hi to Yash.
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'll have all the incriminating evidence inside that vault
and you'll 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.
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.
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.
And what would that be?
Immunity.
Full immunity... To get 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 organization!
Sit down!
Easy.
Hey.
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.
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."
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.
- 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 C4, right?
We're gonna need more than that to blast through steel.
Then it's a good thing that we have a lot more.
We got to make a door for those guys, and 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.
We come up with a plan "B," or they die.
There is another way we can use the C4.
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.
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 got to talk to my boss, and I got to talk to him now!
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!
Not another step.
Worst case, you do whatever it takes
to get your message across.
If your enemies notice, so be it.
Okay, fine, I'll stay right here
as long as you get my boss away from mister...
...What's his face.
Ahluwalia!
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.
- 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?! - God, it just blew up.
Cars just don't blow up, not without bombs attached to them.
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 have done the same thing.
Taking Yash down...
It's 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 can 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. It's not funny.
No, 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,
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.
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.
Found this bug under a chair in my living room.
Want to know who was sitting in that chair two days ago?
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 the car -- 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.
You tell you got some documents or something he's got to sign.
He's got to some through, right?
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.
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 fire fight,
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.
Sooner or later,
you have to see yourself for who you really are.
Whatever.
A guy like you fighting the good fight his whole life
wouldn't understand.
I understand completely.
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.
Cops on the way?
Yeah, I called in a domestic dispute.
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.
And 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 --
Oh, don't play stupid, Ian.
I found this in my house underneath the chair
that you were sitting in.
Can 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. It is time --
Hey!
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.
I got you.
What?
You have something to say?
I got you.
Put the gun down!
This isn't what you think.
I said put it down!
It was self-defense.
Hands behind your head!
34-50 East Star. Shots fired. 10-52. One victim down.
I am telling you, it was self-defense!
He has a gun!
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.
Well, that's our cue. We got to get.
Mike, you coming?
Mike? We got to go.
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.
Good luck.
You got 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 Guantanamo?
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.
Vincen-- Vincent something. Oh, 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,
25 years to roam free...
In the exercise yard of a federal prison.
Just you and your old pals.
You're welcome.
Hey, Michael. 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?
Our organization, it wasn't just run on burn spies.
We had an infrastructure.
We had transport companies and 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.
The organization that burned you,
he's bringing that back online.
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.
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