- 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.
You were there in the beginning.
It was a dazzling idea.
Use burned spies to carry out ops
that legitimate intelligence agencies wouldn't touch.
And them came Michael Westen.
Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend go to prison
for the rest of her life, you will do exactly what I say.
He'll keep forcing you to do his bidding.
There is no end to this.
Our only chance is to find out
what Anson is planning and stop it.
We finally got something on Anson I think we can use.
Barry tracked Anson's money to a corrupt law firm.
Here's the deal, Vaughn --
you agree to help me,
and I'll get the CIA to make your miserable life
a little less miserable.
Those numbers -- they're linked to real things!
What real things?
Anson isn't retiring. He's rebuilding.
The organization that burned you,
he's bringing that back online.
Well, you put it all together, it makes sense.
Anson picks up the pieces of the old organization --
everything the CIA didn't find --
and he's got himself an instant recipe for mayhem.
I know what will happen to me if we get in his way.
We can't let him do this.
I'm gonna confront him with it today.
Today?
Mike, I'm still going through these files.
I mean, I swear, this guy has got angles
like no one I've ever seen.
Just when you think you got a handle on him,
he just slips away.
That's why we can't wait any longer.
What, are you just gonna go by his office?
You know, the D.I.A. security's pretty tight.
Sam, I'm doing whatever it takes.
I'm not gonna let a couple of security guards stop me.
You're not doing this alone. I'm going with you.
You can back me up with a sniper rifle from across the street.
No. I'm not just there to make sure you don't get shot.
If Anson doesn't back off his plans,
I'm gonna end this, blackmail or no blackmail.
Understood?
I'm all set, Michael. Where are you?
Top floor of the parking garage. See me?
There you are.
You think you can take that shot?
You just let him know it's over and step aside.
He agrees...
Or he doesn't walk away.
In espionage,
you often deal with people who are working undercover --
some legitimately,
because their identity needs to remain a secret,
and some illegitimately,
because they're betraying the country
they've sworn to protect.
Either way, they go to great lengths
to keep their regular life separate
from their covert lives,
keeping their secrets far from view.
Which is why there's nothing quite so unsettling
as seeing one of those secrets show up in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Hello, Anson.
Hello, Michael.
I know what you have planned.
I'm here to tell you that it's over.
What is it you think you know?
Oh, I know.
I know that you're trying to rebuild the organization
that burned me! - Aah!
That...ends...today!
You're in no position to make threats, Michael.
I'm serious.
Believe me -- I'm serious.
Michael, listen to me.
You're about to make a very serious mistake.
Do not do this! Not now!
Not when everything you fought for is so close.
Michael, don't listen to him.
I am not letting you put the pieces back together.
Pieces of what?
A covert organization that does things
you happen to disagree with?
How's that any different from the CIA?
Or any one of the other acronyms you work for, Michael.
It is entirely different. You ruined my life!
Ruined your life?
I gave you a life, Michael.
You were alone.
You hadn't talked to your family in years.
The love of your life was lonely and abandoned in Ireland,
not sure if you were dead or alive.
Look at what you have now.
You want to throw it all away?
Can you throw it all away?
Michael.
I didn't think so.
This is good, this is healthy,
working all this out for yourself.
So, I tell you what.
We're gonna forget this ever happened.
This isn't over.
It will be, Michael.
Very soon.
Burn Notice 5x18 Fail Safe Original Air Date on December 15, 2011
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I thought you were ready to end this!
I thought we agreed --
Fi, it's like I told you before.
If you had pulled that trigger, he would have won.
You saw him.
He's afraid of me -- of us --
which means there's time. Time for what?!
Time to find another way.
That is just wishful thinking!
You are delaying the inevitable!
There is no happy ending!
Knock it off, both of you!
Just stop yelling for a second, will you, and listen.
I got something here I think we can use.
Come on.
I was looking into this stuff
that Anson bought with his big pile of money.
Check it out.
What is it?
Place up in Tampa.
Used to belong to a private military company.
Guess what they kept in there --
weapons and explosives.
If that's where Anson keeps the T4
he used to frame Fiona --
My thought exactly.
We could head up there and check it out.
I can't. I have to go meet Pearce.
She called with a CIA job.
Fi and I can handle going to Tampa.
Assuming you still want to nail the bastard, right?
Fine.
And, Mike, whatever job she's given you,
be careful, will you?
I don't want you getting shot
just before we cross the finish line.
Have a seat.
Busy around here today.
Yes, it is.
Big job just came down from Langley.
Do I get to know what it is?
Well, I guess you probably should...
Considering you'll be running it.
Congrats.
You're in charge of an official CIA team
for the first time since you got burned.
It's a try-out of sorts.
There's a general feeling you're the best person for the job,
but no one wants to be personally responsible if you screw up.
It's progress.
A rendition op. Who's the target?
Reed Perkins.
He freelances for hostile governments in the Middle East,
finding assets willing to spy on the U.S.
And we just learned he's coming to sunny Miami
for a security-policy conference.
Travels pretty heavy?
Make that very heavy.
Brass doesn't want us grabbing him at the hotel --
too many international bigwigs, too much security.
The plan is to grab him
on the way from his plane to the conference.
As for the details, well, you're the expert.
So when do I get to meet my new official CIA team?
How does...now sound?
They're in at the firing range downstairs.
Thank you for this.
Just don't let me down.
I'd like you to meet Michael Westen.
Michael, this is Nick Carnahan on loan from the 1st
Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta.
- It's nice to meet you, sir. - Thanks.
And this is Rebecca Lang
and Ryan Pewterbaugh with the CIA's field division.
It's a pleasure.
I'm looking forward to working with you.
Good to meet you.
I ran stateside support
for some of your operations in the '90s.
Heard about your burn notice.
It was a raw deal.
It's good to have you back on the team.
Well, I'd like to remind everyone
that we've got less than 24 hours
to plan this operation.
I suggest you get busy.
Abandoned facilities are often used
to cover up covert activity.
Set up in a crumbling building covered in graffiti,
and no one takes much notice.
There are ways of figuring out
if a facility is truly abandoned, however,
like the power draw.
If a building's using electricity,
chances are someone's home.
All right. I think we got something here.
Check this out.
So, my readings from the transformer are in blue.
The info from the local power company's in black.
Yeah, I don't do charts.
Look, the point, miss no-attention-span,
is that there's a spike every a.m.
And then another one around lunch.
It's probably a microwave,
so I think Anson's got someone fricking living there.
Well, that would account for the new keypad on the door.
Sam, that someone might know what Anson's up to.
Yeah, but come on, Fi. You see the steel doors?
That place is pretty well defended.
Yeah, well, it's worth the risk.
It's not just me.
Michael's on the edge of something very, very bad.
You know it.
All right, fine.
We'll sneak in there, have a little chat,
but no explosives, okay?
'Cause if that place is storing RDX, forget it.
I don't just blow things up. I do have other skills.
We're gonna need a truck. A big rig.
A truck?
How am I supposed to find a big rig in Tampa?
I don't know.
Call one of your many friends.
Steal it. I can't do everything, Sam.
In a heavily populated and high-traffic environment,
a covert op has to leave a small footprint
and create as little disturbance as possible.
An urban snatch-and-grab with a small team
requires good intelligence.
That begins with identifying and tracking the target.
It's not enough knowing he'll be in town.
You need to know when his flight arrives,
what vehicle he's driving,
every detail down to where he's gonna make a left turn.
- All right. Reed's moving. - Stay sharp out there.
So far, so good, Michael. Reed's on schedule.
And satellite tracking has him headed your way.
Once your target is tracked,
the next task is to stop his vehicle.
In an urban environment,
this is usually done with another vehicle
in a precisely timed collision.
I got 50 bucks says I can bring this guy's car
to a complete stop without my seatbelt.
Yeah, I'll take a piece of that action.
I'll give you 100 bucks if you wear it.
I don't want anyone getting hurt.
Copy that.
Finally, you need a team in place to go in
before the smoke clears and do the actual extraction.
Do it right, and you're in and out
before anyone has time to fire a shot.
Rebecca.
- Hmm? - You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm always like this before an op.
I just want to move, you know?
How many operations have you done?
Checking my credentials, hmm?
You one of those guys
that doesn't like working with women in the field?
If I couldn't work with women, I'd be dead right now.
Reed's headed our way. It's a go.
Wait's over. You ready?
Let's do this.
Ryan, he's all yours.
I'm ready. I'm ready.
With some planning,
you can stop a large vehicle with a much smaller one.
All right, going now. Going now.
It's a matter of calculating the physics involved
and very precise timing.
Remember, Ryan, we're targeting the rear,
driver's side door.
We need him alive and unharmed.
Unfortunately, when timing is that precise...
Coming your way.
...any obstacle whatsoever can cause a very large problem.
Ryan, on your left! Check your left!
Bogey! Bogey! Bogey!
Come on. We got to get after him. He's getting away.
Stop. It's too late. He's already gone.
Ryan? Ryan! Do you copy?
Ryan, do you copy?
I'm okay.
They got away.
So, Michael,
I just got off the phone with the folks at Langley.
This isn't good.
Your first semi-official op with the agency
seems to have turned into a very official disaster.
This was supposed to be the best team.
It wasn't the team's fault.
It was a panicky driver and some bad luck.
It was an accident.
Well, accident or no,
now Reed Perkins gets to go shopping for spies all weekend,
and we can't do anything about it.
Reed doubled his security --
I think there's another way.
You said Reed met his security detail
when he got off the plane, right?
Yes?
Well, if the security doesn't travel with him,
we can still do this.
What exactly are you thinking?
Get someone on the plane with him.
Grab him after his security team leaves but before takeoff.
And how do you propose we get someone on the plane with him?
Reed's looking for an American source he can turn.
Let's give him one --
someone that's valuable enough to fly out of the country.
Reed leaves Monday.
Do you have that someone in mind?
Getting the attention of someone
who recruits traitors for a living is an art.
You can't exactly run around a security conference,
yelling, "I want to betray my country."
You have to be subtle.
Just make it known you're desperate enough
to do something stupid and let the bad guy find you.
So, you're telling me you have no positions.
You're not hiring. We just --
- I was at CIFA. You know what CIFA is? - I know.
Son of a...
Ugh, I've been to like 30 of these booths.
Everyone's telling me the same thing,
and I just can't believe that...
...No one in this conference...
...Is hiring.
- The economy -- it's bad. - Yeah.
The economy.
Yeah, that's what Uncle Sam said when he laid me off.
I'm sorry. I am.
There.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I have been working it up in here, Mike.
I've been complaining to pretty much anyone who'll listen.
People are giving me free stuff from their booths
just to get me to go away.
I got a pen, got a hat, got a really nice travel mug.
Any sign of Reed?
I'm getting looks, but, you know, it's hard to tell who's who.
Well, keep at it. It might take a while.
Remember, he needs to think
that you're important enough to take out of the country.
Wait a minute. I think I got something.
Yeah, I'll call you back.
Well, you look like you could use another drink.
Always.
You don't have a...little name tag dealy-bop.
What, you, uh -- you're not with the conference?
I am... An unofficial visitor.
May I join you?
Knock yourself out, man.
Got to warn you, though --
if you're looking for a free drink, I'm not the guy.
I am a little short on cash at the moment.
Well, I'll buy the drinks.
Then you can definitely sit your ass down.
I'm Jesse Porter.
I, uh, take it that you're looking for work?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, you could say that.
An associate of mine overheard you at the conference.
You were with the Counterintelligence
Field Activity Agency, right?
Yep, and now I'm not, and I'll tell you why.
The government is comprised of stupid idiots
who can't recognize talent.
I have a business proposition for you, Mr. Porter.
I am a man who recognizes talent.
I'm listening.
I have a suite upstairs. Let's go talk in private.
Wow.
This is nice, man.
What is this, the Presidential Suite?
Yes, it is.
I find it best to discuss business in comfort.
Yeah. Uh, about that --
if this is about one of your --
one of your bodyguard gigs,
I can tell you right now that I'm not interested.
Of course not.
A man of your talent should be doing something
far more...rewarding.
How, uh, rewarding are we talking about?
I work with some very well-financed individuals
who are curious about your country's
counterintelligence activity.
Selling secrets?
Yeah, I'm gonna --
I'm gonna have to give you a "no" on that one.
I get the death penalty if I get caught,
so, thanks for your time.
You would be well compensated for your work, Mr. Porter.
How much would it take?
If I was to do this -- and I'm not saying that I am --
I'd want to do it some place Uncle Sam isn't watching,
some place out of the country.
Fine.
I'll make the necessary arrangements.
But I warn you --
if you're wasting my time...
There are things far worse than the gas chamber.
I'll keep that in mind.
The key to breaching a building is getting inside quickly
and dealing with the occupants
before they have time to respond.
When you can't use explosives,
sometimes you have to get creative.
If you can find utility equipment
that is built into the wall,
you just need a couple thousand foot-pounds of torque
to make yourself a door.
Do it!
Hey!
Unh-unh. Put that away.
Hey, sorry about the mess, but, uh, we got to talk.
Crazy lady, get it through your skull --
I don't know anything!
You're sitting on enough explosives
to take out half of Tampa.
You didn't think to ask a question or two?
Have you met that Anson guy?
I didn't have much of a choice.
Well, you know, I assume that has something to do
with this warrant for your arrest
on sexual assault charges?
Three counts?
Fi. We may have hit the jackpot here.
Check out this manifest.
RDX explosives.
High-pressured, armor-piercing rounds.
I mean, if this is the same stuff
that Anson used to set you up, we can stop him cold right here.
Look, I don't know what you think you're gonna do, okay,
but Anson's security is good.
The guy's a class-a paranoid.
And once he figures out that you're here --
Well, we're not gonna let him figure it out.
We're taking you and all this to the police.
No! You're not, okay? He was real clear.
If I ever take anything out of this warehouse --
even so much as a paperclip -- I'm dead.
You're dead if we do.
Okay, fine. We'll leave the paper clips.
Listen, Jake, this is not a job with a great future.
Just come with us to the cops.
We'll get you out from under.
All right. Yeah.
But no one sees me walk out of this place.
Oh, stop worrying.
First of all, we'll be protecting you.
Second of all...
You don't have a choice.
Okay, let's go.
You're sure it's all clear?
Yeah, I'm sure. Come on. Move it.
Damn thing's beeping. Hold on.
Can you turn it off?
I got it.
Jake?
Forget about it, buddy.
I think I'm smarter than a keypad, jackass!
I think Anson's tracking the stuff!
- Shut up! - Jake, now! Run!
Let me work!
- See? - Like I told you -- there's nothing to --
I don't understand.
Why would Anson kill his own guy?
I got to call Mike.
Yeah, Sam?
Mike, bad news. We found Anson's stash.
We had it in our hand, but he --
he had trackers on everything.
He rigged the building to a detonator!
Sam, I'm just about to meet with Anson,
and you're telling me I have nothing?
Less than nothing, actually.
I mean, you should have seen what he rigged up, Mike.
It's just dumb luck that me and Fi aren't dead.
I'm sorry, Mikey.
He's here. I got to go.
Hey, Michael.
Looks like you just got some bad news.
Wouldn't happen to be
about a weapons facility up near Tampa, would it?
I just got word myself.
It is unfortunate, but it just goes to prove
why this little project I need you to do is so necessary.
What are you talking about?
Well, as your friends just demonstrated,
I can't rely on a network of scrubs and losers
like Jacob in Tampa.
I need All-Stars,
so, that elite CIA team you've been running --
they're gonna be my new starting lineup
because you're gonna burn them for me.
You want me to betray my own team?
Oh, don't be so dramatic.
You're just gonna make it look like
Pearce helped them steal some money
from this Reed fellow you've been targeting.
You're just gonna plant a chip in her computer during the job
that links her to various... shady bank accounts.
No, Anson. No.
I know -- it sounds wrong,
but it's not so bad, ultimately.
If you do this,
you and Jesse walk away clean
and Pearce and three people you barely know
have to get new jobs.
If you don't do this, Fiona goes to prison forever
and dies in a cage.
Which is worse?
Right?
So, shall we finish this?
It's smart, Michael.
It's very smart.
If I do what Anson's asking -- if I plant that memory card --
Pearce and the team get burned.
And we just -- we just have to stand there?
Anson will ruin all of their lives.
You of all people can't let that happen.
And if I don't do it, you --
I can handle myself, Michael.
I'm with Fi on this one, Mike.
The consequences of helping Anson --
The consequences are bad no matter what I do!
Now, I'm -- I'm trying to find a way out of this.
Mike, we had a way out of it. It's gone!
No! We're not just giving up!
Now, check with your police buddy.
See if they missed something. Fi...
...talk to one of your black-market dealers.
Michael... We're running out of time.
Those agents,
Pearce -- they deserve better.
And you deserve better than a life in prison.
We have one more day.
Just -- just a little while longer.
Look, Mike, if we're gonna pull off this op,
we got to get going.
Okay, so talk me through this?
First, we get to the airport, break into the hangar,
and get Jesse's gun onto Reed's plane.
Then I hook up with Reed.
Security drops us off around here.
I get on the plane, get the gun,
take care of Reed's personal bodyguard.
Ryan, Nick, and I will cover the tarmac with m4s
while Rebecca picks us up.
We drive off, we hand over Reed to the interrogators,
and you go to work.
Not bad. How are you planning on getting into the hangar?
You're gonna call the TSA office,
ask to check on the registration on the plane.
That should get the security guards out
for at least 10 minutes.
I'll put it together right away.
And, uh, Michael, remember -- this goes well,
your future at the agency's looking bright.
I'll keep that in mind.
One of the most useful tools
in domestic-intelligence operations is local government.
One call from the CIA,
and most federal and state agencies
will help out if they can.
There we go.
Reed's guys are gonna be filling out forms
for about 10 minutes. You ready?
Let's do it.
Remember, second seat on the left --
under the cushion. I got it, boss.
How you doing out there, Pearce?
You're still...Clear.
Make it fast. You got a couple minutes, tops.
We're good to go.
Hey, uh, just wanted to say thanks.
For what?
For not being a dick.
I've worked with a lot of field ops,
and, uh, not all of them are like you.
It's good to have you back with the agency.
I'm just doing my best.
We have eyes.
All right. Settle in and stay alert.
We have three hours before the target arrives.
Three hours?
I should have brought a Sudoku.
Who are you kidding, Ryan? You can't spell "Sudoku,"
much less play it.
Guys, stay off the radio
unless it's mission-critical, please. Thank you.
Forgot how much running an op's just babysitting, huh?
So, how does it feel to be back in the saddle?
Not like I remember it.
Listen, I'd help you if I could, Sam.
I just don't have jurisdiction.
Right, I get it --
the warehouse explosion was six counties away.
But look, if you just ride up there with us and talk to them.
Those boys in Tampa are like silverbacks
when it comes to their turf.
They're never gonna let a Miami badge near their crime scene.
Tom, we're desperate here. Please.
Guys, I'm really sorry, but I got to get to roll call.
Okay. No problem. Thanks.
This is ridiculous.
We have evidence that points to Anson back at the loft.
We're just wasting our time.
- To hell with this. I'm done. - What -- hey, Fi.
- I'm done! - Fi, you can't just run off Willy-nilly.
We promised Mike we'd talk to the cops and work this through.
Look, we got to have a --
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Open this door!
What the hell do you think --
Fi!
At least leave me cab fare!
Damn it.
Ma, not the best time.
Yeah, Mike. Uh, we got to talk.
Look, I wouldn't be bugging you
if this wasn't a five-alarm fire.
It's about Fi.
Wait. W-what happened. W-what's going on?
Well, that's just it, I don't know,
but I know Fi, so...
I'm kind of in the middle of something, Ma.
Mike, she ditched me in front of the police station,
went back to the loft.
She was talking about the files that we got, so believe me --
this is one of those "drop whatever you're doing
right the hell now" situations! - Uh-huh.
Okay. A-all right. I'm on my way.
I have to go.
My mother, she's having some sort of medical problem.
Uh, Reed's gonna be here in two hours.
- I'll be back in an hour. - Wait, Michael!
Get back in here! Mi--
Sam called you.
I knew I shouldn't have left him with his phone.
What are you doing, Fi?
I saw Anson's warehouse.
It was filled with high explosives,
over-pressured, armor-piercing rounds...
Nasty stuff.
I understand that.
Really?
What do you think he has planned after your little job,
a picnic?
No, he's gonna hurt more people -- a lot more people.
I just need a little more time to find a way out of this.
If I -- if I have to plant this thing,
if I have to burn them, I will find a way to fix it.
I've broken into CIA computers before.
I can do it again. I will find a way.
How many people will you destroy if you can't?
What do you want -- what do you want me to say, Fi?
I'm doing this for you.
Stop.
Just stop.
There has to be a line.
There is no line when it comes to you!
I can't do this anymore.
We can't do this.
Let's just go.
We'll go to Pearce.
We'll talk to the FBI, and we'll make them understand.
They won't understand us.
They won't understand.
We start...
down that road, we can't come back.
And I'll lose you.
And I can't lose you.
What are you doing?
I'm buying time. I can't let you do this -- not yet.
Michael.
I'm sorry, Fiona.
Michael...
Michael!!
No! No!
Michael! Michael!
What do you want?
Just checking up on you.
Glad to see you made it back to the party.
You're here?
Of course I'm here.
You think I'd miss the show?
You plant that card in Pearce's computer yet?
Listen, Anson. You don't need to burn these people.
If you need a team, take me instead.
I appreciate your attempt
to bargain with your fate again, Michael,
but that time is over.
Cheer up.
At the end of this, you'll look like
the only operative who wasn't on the take.
Michael Westen -- finally redeemed.
You really expect a "thank you"?
I expect you to get in that van
and do what you came here to do -- now.
What'd I miss?
Where the hell have you been?
I told you. I was -- I was with my mother.
She was sick, but turns out, it was a false alarm.
I don't care what it is.
You don't leave for personal time
in the middle of an op again.
Understood?
Loud and clear.
Reed's approaching the first checkpoint.
10 minutes to game time, everybody.
In any operation,
one of the toughest parts is dealing with collateral damage.
Did Jesse make it to the car?
What -- you don't think he made it in?
Better safe than sorry. I'm gonna check the flight plan.
When you're alone in the field,
you have to decide whether to take actions
that could hurt innocent people,
weighing the consequences
against what happens if you do nothing.
And when you act -- when you take that step --
you know that whatever your reasons,
whatever the costs or benefits,
you have done something terrible.
No, he's in there.
You can get in position.
And when it's done,
all you can do then is carry on with the operation,
knowing that it's your job to repair the hurt
you're about to cause
and the damage you're about to do -- or die trying.
Hey. Hey.
Your friend Jesse -- brave guy.
Yeah, he is.
Well, don't worry about it.
We're gonna get him out of here in one piece.
Huh.
What is it?
Rebecca's now carrying a .380 auto.
Kind of an unusual gun for this kind of operation, isn't it?
She makes up for it, though.
She carries two clips
of over-pressured, teflon-coated rounds.
Did you say over-pressured rounds?
Yeah.
You don't do anything until I tell you.
I got to check on something.
A-are you sure? We don't have much time.
You stand down until I say! Are we clear?
We're clear.
Wow.
Anson warned me you were good. I guess he was right.
You were working with Anson the whole time.
You sabotaged that first operation.
And it's your ammunition in Anson's warehouse.
You know how Anson is.
Once he gets his claws in you, that's it.
And this?
You were gonna blow up the plane, Reed, and Jesse.
Anson knows you, Michael.
He knew you'd play along,
plant that card in Pearce's computer,
then find some way to undo the damage.
Couple of corpses make that a lot harder.
I am gonna need that detonator back.
No, I can't do that.
I'm not asking -- I'm telling.
You shoot me,
the others will hear the shot,
and they will come after you.
You shoot me,
the whole op goes south and Jesse dies.
It's not too late to change your mind, Michael.
You and I both know Anson's watching right now.
Yeah, I'm sorry to disappoint him,
but I'm not going to let you kill me.
It's time for you to leave.
I hope your friend Jesse enjoys his flight
to the badlands of Liberia.
I'm sure Reed will be pretty pissed off
when he finds out he was lying.
When an operation goes bad,
you don't get much time to decide what to do.
It's just a matter of facing the consequences
of immediate failure or the risks
of trying to save the operation on the fly.
Everyone listen carefully.
Things have changed. There is a new plan.
Michael! What is going on out there?
I just saw Rebecca leave in the escape car.
Rebecca was a plant.
She was here to sabotage the mission.
We need to kill her radio now.
Michael, Reed is here.
If something's happened, you need to tell me.
There is no time!
What you need to know now
is that Jesse cannot get on that plane.
I'll get him out of there,
but I need you to lay down covering fire on my signal.
Covering fire? Are you insane?
Please. There is no time.
If we don't do this, Jesse dies.
What's the signal?
When the plane explodes.
Damn it, Westen.
They're out of the car.
Where are we shooting when this party starts?
Focus on the vehicles.
Make sure the security can't leave.
I will take care of the rest.
All we got's a couple pilots? No flight attendants?
I mean, I was -- I was hoping for a G-VI, G-IV at least.
Small planes get less scrutiny at the airports.
I thought you were concerned about security, Mr. Porter.
I'm just saying don't cheap out on me, all right?
Oh, you'll get your money.
Believe me. You'll get your money.
Let's do this!
What the hell is happening?!
I have no idea, man. I have no idea.
Who is shooting at us?!
Stay down. Stay down.
- Get in the car! - I can get you out of here!
Sir, the airport security's here.
Go now! Go! We'll cover you!
Get me out of here!
They're in the car! They're away! They're away!
Why are we stopping?
Wait a minute. You're not airport security.
What the hell is going on? What happened back there?
- I have no idea. - I have no idea.
I don't know what the hell you think you're doing,
but you obviously don't know who I am.
What I can do to you --
Mike, at the risk of getting a beat-down,
can you tell me what the hell's going on?
It was a set-up.
Rebecca was a plant.
Anson wasn't just planning on getting the team burned
for stealing money.
He was going to get them burned for killing you.
Okay, wait, wait. What?
There's no time for the details right now.
I need you to do two things --
deliver this son of a bitch to Pearce
and destroy her laptop.
Nobody's getting burned today. You got it?
What about Fi?
Anson's gonna use everything he's got against her.
I know!
Fi, we got to leave. We got --
Sam! Sam, what happened? Where's Fi?
Mike... I came back.
I saw what you did with Fi.
She wanted to call you. She begged me.
Said she just wanted to use the phone for a minute.
Eventually, I gave in
and took her purse over to her,
and she -- she clocked me with a bottle.
- Her lock picks. - Yeah.
They were in her purse.
I came to, the cuffs were off her and on me,
and she was halfway out the door.
She said she was sorry. Mike --
- She's turning herself in? - Yeah.
Federal building.
She said she didn't want to let you
keep working for Anson anymore,
and she didn't want to run and let the bastard get away.
She said this is the only way to end it.
She left that for you, Mike.
I'm sorry, Mikey.
I'm so sorry.
What do you want?
Michael, that was quite a disaster at the airport today.
I thought we had an understanding.
So did I. You lied to me.
I told you what you wanted to hear.
I also told you what would happen if things didn't go well.
Well, it's over. One way or another, it's over.
I'll see you in hell.
Fi!
Fiona!
Fi!
Fiona Glenanne?
Yes.
I'm here to, uh, surrender.
Hands up! Hands up! Back of your head now!
Do it now! Turn around! Turn around!
"Even before I knew your real name, I loved you.
"Before I should have, I trusted you.
"Because I've always known your heart.
You do what's right, no matter the cost to you."
"And I've learned that when you love a spy,
"you have to be willing to make that sacrifice, too.
"At times, your job has made it hard to be with you,
but it's never shaken my faith in you."
"I can't let you ruin anyone's life to save mine.
"I have to force you to tell what you know.
"If you don't, you won't be the man I love.
"Do the right thing.
I love you, Michael."
"Forever."
== sync, corrected by elderman ==