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 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.
...and a down-and-out spy you met along the way.
That's how we do it, people.
Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
I'm gonna get you out.
We got a lead.
If I get Anson, would that be enough to get Fiona out of jail?
It's a start.
I can be done with you right now.
Maybe you should just go ahead and pull that trigger.
You can just add me to that list of bodies
you've been dropping -- shut up. Shut up!
I said shut up!
I work for Anson because if I don't,
my brother dies.
Rebecca, listen to me. You hate Anson.
You hate him at least as much as we do. I saw it in your eyes.
Help us take Anson down.
We'll keep your brother safe.
Sorry, Sam. It's too late.
I know what it's like to save someone close to you
by selling your soul a piece at a time.
There's only one way to finish this for good.
We have to take him down together.
There's nothing you can do.
You're wrong.
There's nothing I won't do.
In many ways, being a spy is just like any other job.
You get a paycheck, go to meetings, return phone calls.
And if your supervisor invites you to a fancy lunch
without telling you why,
it's either very good news or very bad.
You're 30 seconds late.
My training officer
would have booted you out of the Agency for that.
Tell you what -- I'll make it up to you.
Drinks are on me.
Why don't you tell me why I'm here?
Wow.
I forgot how much fun you are.
There is news on your whole "Get Fiona out of jail" project.
Why do I get the feeling there's a "but" at the end of this?
There always is, isn't there?
The C.I.A. would like her to prove
that she is a friend of the Agency
before they're willing to talk terms of a deal.
"A friend of the Agency."
Relax, Michael.
They just want her arms supplier.
That wasn't what we talked about, card.
Well, the consensus was that your panties would
be in a bunch over this.
That's why I'm here to see you personally.
That's why I'm buying you $18 drinks.
And that's why I can tell you this --
I can still make this happen,
but I need you and her to play ball,
and I need you to help convince her.
Do I have a choice?
Not really --
not if you ever want to see your girlfriend again
without a pane of glass between the two of you.
Well, I guess, then, I'm in.
Sam, there are chairs inside, you know,
where it's not 100 degrees.
Yeah, I'm giving Rebecca some space.
I'm kind of terrified of that look in her eyes,
when things aren't going her way.
Still haven't found her brother?
Yeah, I'm all buddied out, Mike --
I mean, FBI, NSA, Interpol.
The whereabouts of Mr. Trent Lang
are a mystery to us all.
Is she still keeping everything close to the vest?
Yeah.
She won't say anything
about where he disappeared from or what spooked him,
so for all I know,
the guy wandered into the wrong section of Bed Bath & Beyond.
All right, I'll go talk to her.
Yeah, good luck with that, brother.
Rebecca, we need to talk about your brother.
You can't find him, can you?
I seem to remember sparing your life so you could.
You haven't given us much to go on.
I already told Sam
I'm not letting you gamble with my brother's life.
This thing with Trent is delicate.
And I'm telling you
that I specialize in delicate situations.
Try me.
Fine.
Let's just say there are some very dangerous people after Trent.
Anson found out where Trent is hiding,
and he said that if I don't do his bidding,
he'll tell these people where Trent is.
Finding your brother might not be the only answer.
These very dangerous people might be a good start.
I'm asking you to trust me.
How can I do that?
How do I know you'll keep your promise?
Until he met me,
Anson Fullerton was running an international conspiracy
with hundreds of operatives and billions of dollars.
And then I swore to take him down.
Now he's off hiding in some spider hole under an assumed name,
and you're all he has left.
So, you go ask him if I keep my promises.
Burn Notice 6x05 Split Decision Original Air Date on July 19, 2012
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Last time I saw my brother was in that club.
He liked to dance? He tended bar?
I need a little more here.
Trent was hired to do payroll.
A few months in, he figured out
it was just a front for a criminal syndicate.
He tipped off the cops and slipped town?
Yeah. The police busted the boss for racketeering.
That's Wes Foster.
It was his dad who went to prison.
So, Wes took over the family business,
and he's picked up a new hobby, which is hunting my brother.
He's been offering rewards, bribing cops.
Son of a bitch is obsessed.
Well, you've seen him.
Still not hearing any brilliant solutions.
One step at a time.
First I need to figure out a way in.
Oh, good luck.
Wes' organization is huge,
but since the bust, it's family only.
There's always a way in.
You just have to know your target.
Are you sure you're sure, Mike? I mean, Rebecca --
She needs our help. Her brother didn't do anything wrong.
We're doing this.
I don't know, Mike.
You got three states' worth of gang members here.
I mean, you can't get them all busted.
Maybe the old torch-and-pitchfork routine would work, huh?
You know, round up some villagers.
Just brainstorming.
Forget the whole gang. This comes down to Wes.
If we convince him it was someone else who got his father busted,
Rebecca's brother is off the hook.
I just need an approach.
Okay, well, check this out.
Wes' dad, Hank, died in prison
six months ago of a heart attack.
But his old cellie --
he's in a work-release program in Tallahassee.
He'd be a walking encyclopedia on Wes' dad.
We get some background info,
I could approach Wes as Hank's prison buddy.
You're fine making the trip up to Tallahassee?
You'll have backup.
You haven't lived
till you've spent a midsummer road trip with Nate Westen.
Me and Nate versus the ex-con? Seriously?
Time is tight.
I need to stay here and make the approach
as soon as we've got some info.
Hey, if you want, you can babysit Rebecca. I'll go with Nate.
No, no, no. Thank you. Bring on the ex-con.
Unlike common criminals,
spies are trained to work with their captors
to negotiate their own release.
In most cases, it simply requires
staying calm, relaxed, and being as helpful as possible.
Of course, it's a lot more difficult
when the person standing across from you is someone you hate.
I realize that working with us
is more akin to a shotgun wedding than a romantic courtship,
but you have done it before.
Well, that was for Michael, not you.
I get it -- you're not joining my fan club anytime soon.
It's sad, but I've come to terms with it.
Listen to me carefully, please.
The deal that Michael Westen's been offered
has a solid shot to get you out of here.
I'm just trying to help.
Last time you helped me, you pulled Michael out of Ireland
without so much as a goodbye.
I'll tell you what --
why don't we go ahead and focus on the present, okay?
Peruse that.
You want my help bringing down Greyson Miller.
Putting him out of business
would make certain middle eastern allies happy,
which would make the Agency happy,
which could make you very happy.
It's just a great big circle of bliss.
Do you love it?
What does Michael say about all this?
I'll be honest with you.
At first, he wasn't thrilled with this proposition,
but he realizes that this deal is your ticket home.
And that's where he wants you -- home.
Fine. I'll do it.
I need to make arrangements to reach Greyson.
Let's get into it, then.
I need you to call Michael's mother and tell her to bring
the picture frame that I gave her last year.
A photo frame.
I don't want to know, do I?
Got it.
Next time we drive 500 miles
to interrogate some dead guy's ex-cellmate,
we're taking my car.
I mean, these seats are as hard as a park bench.
This is a high-performance machine, Nate, okay?
Could your car have got us here in less than six hours?
I -- I don't think so.
Well, at least I wouldn't have to listen to five hours of Queen.
Now you're gonna dog my playlist. It's shrilly.
If by "shrilly," you mean "angelic," then I agree with you.
Wait a minute. Look who's here.
Here we go.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Whatever you're selling, I don't want any.
You Butch McCall?
How you doing? Ben Wexler.
This is my associate Sam Baum.
We're with the National Institute of Prisoner Psychology.
We're going around conducting interviews with former inmates.
We just need about -- Not interested. Now, get lost.
Now, Mr. McCall, you should know
that anyone who participates in the study will receive --
$500, sir.
$500. And that's in your pocket. Cash.
$500.
So now all you got to do
is answer some questions about your old cellmate.
I believe his name is Hank Foster.
You have me confused with somebody who gives a damn!
Now get lost.
Hey!
Aah!
Oh!
Ohh!
Okay, no, that's good. Okay, that's --
someone just got their first lesson in cattle-prod safety --
two hands, dude. Two hands.
How you feeling, butch?
Still tingles a little bit, right?
Who the hell are you people?
That's a good question.
Um, I guess technically we are researchers, right?
We're just not from the National Institute of... whatever the hell I said.
That was a lie.
We just have a few questions about your old cellmate.
Anyone who been in the joint know
you don't snitch about anything to anyone. Right, right.
What happens in Union Correctional
stays in Union Correctional.
Look, man, we're not the cops.
We just want to know a little more about Hank, okay --
his likes, his dislikes, his habits,
his thoughts on global warming.
Yeah, and what if I decide to tell you to kiss my ass? Then what?
Just remember, you're protecting a dead guy.
I mean, is it really worth it?
You still offering the $500?
Well, that depends on how helpful you're feeling.
He said the prison gangs left him alone after that.
So, Hank's cell was at this end.
He used to play backgammon
with the, uh, dudes from his cellblock
at these tables right here.
The laundry room was over here at this end.
That's where Hank had his heart attack.
Great. Anything else? Um, nope.
I think that pretty much brings Skype storytime to an end.
All right, you should pack up and get out of there as fast as you can.
Will do.
Hey, Mike, he said Hank was one tough bastard,
so I doubt his son's gonna be a pushover.
You sure you got enough info to sell your cover?
I'll make it work.
Selling a cover as a former convict
is about the little things --
the habits you learn in prison,
things like wearing shoes without laces,
refusing to make direct eye contact,
and asking permission before doing even the most basic task.
I couldn't believe it.
I'm sorry. I don't -- I --
I was hoping to speak with Mr. Foster, if that's okay.
I-I don't mean to intrude.
It's a little late for that.
The name's Freddie Kupfer.
I was in your dad's backgammon club, you know, upstate.
I was hoping that we could privately conversate.
We're already conversing privately.
You just haven't said anything yet.
Fair enough.
Your dad wanted me to give you a message when I got out.
It's about how he got pinched.
Oh, damn it, Wes.
Don't let this guy ruin our meal.
What, you running some sort of scam, looking for a handout?
No scam, nope...
although Hank did say
that you might be able to slide me some startup cash,
like you did for your Uncle David when he got out.
Was that supposed to be on the D.L.? Sorry.
Why don't you tell me what my dad said?
And I'll decide what it's worth.
Your dad said,
"Wes needs to know he's chasing the wrong guy.
It wasn't Trent that dropped the dime."
When making an approach,
solid intelligence is often just a starting point.
Scam or not, it sure sounds like a fairy tale.
Gauging the different reactions of your target and those around him
can help you fill in the blanks.
While you may already know how a man feels about his dad...
Seriously? You're -- you're kicking me out?
Hank said that you two were tight.
Hank said that you were just like him.
...keeping your eyes open can also tell you
about how that man's wife
really felt about her father-in-law.
I'll tell you another thing he said.
He said his champ would be all over this,
though he didn't think the wife would let you off the leash.
Come on.
Rob...hold on a second.
Are you serious, Wes? Get rid of this loser.
Let me handle it.
You should watch your mouth.
These were Hank's words, not mine. I apologize.
Speak fast. All right.
There was this ex-D.A.,
paper pusher, doing time with us.
Some of the other guys would work him over pretty good.
He let slip that the cops had a secret informant on you,
someone you didn't even know about.
That's all you got?
Sorry. That's not enough.
Wait. Wait. That's all I got?
Who said that's all I got?
He also said there was a file,
a file in some warehouse in Overtown, I think,
that should tell you who the snitch is.
And how do I get to see this file?
You could ask nicely,
but I could also offer my services
as a procurement specialist.
A thief.
Yeah. I got it. Thanks.
Fine. You got a job.
You earn your keep, it pays pretty good.
But if you're playing some game, I will bury your ass alive.
I'll tell you what -- if I don't come through,
I'll grab a shovel and help you dig.
Okay, how many of these have I had,
'cause it sounded like you just promised Wes
you're gonna bust into a police storage facility,
and I know you're not brain-damaged.
I had to offer him something.
Wes needs proof, and he's not gonna believe me
unless he has to work for it.
Anson kills my brother if this isn't done delicately.
Getting arrested is not an option.
Nobody's getting arrested.
I just need you two to plant a file for Wes and me to find,
and I will handle this delicately.
Okay, Mike, I can back-date some C.I.A. payment invoices
and fudge some operation status reports.
Who we setting up?
Just say "unnamed informant"
and point everything away from Trent.
Let Wes spend the rest of his life tearing his team apart
trying to figure out who betrayed him.
There you have it. Go, team.
Yeah, why don't you just promise him a walk on the
moon while you're at it?
If that will prevent them from hunting your brother,
it's on the table.
Don't get him started.
I don't have any buddies at NASA.
This place is amazing. Bro, wow.
I mean, it reminds me of that movie
where the ex-con gets mistook for a rich guy
and there's a cowboy hat and there's a monkey that --
oh, actually, I think that was a TV show. I didn't see it.
It means you're doing good for yourself.
What can I say? My wife has good taste. Mm.
Seriously, you couldn't have met up at the nightclub?
Cut him some slack. He's a guest.
Sorry. That -- that just...
Well, tell your "guest" not to touch anything else.
I have a friend who can fix this.
He owns a machine shop.
Don't worry about it.
It's better if you stay out of her way for now.
Come on.
I didn't put all this up overnight.
This is years of blood and sweat.
You saying this is all for nothing?
It's the cops. It's how they do it.
You're busy, uh, chasing this, uh, Trent guy
while the real informant gets to breathe easy.
Which would mean this is all lies.
Not lies.
You know how when we were in school,
when you put your name on the smart kid's test?
I did.
This stuff happened. It just wasn't Trent.
If my dad knew about this, why didn't he say anything?
Well, why didn't he talk to our lawyers?
He was putting it all together,
but then his heart stopped.
Maybe he would have told you, but you didn't visit him
the last few months he was on the inside.
Tell me about this police warehouse.
I got a guy who works at city hall.
He mops the floors.
Now, when we were kids, he -- he blew his pinky clean off.
We used to call him --
this is not the point.
He was able to pull
the blueprints and the work schedules.
Now, if we enter the warehouse here, between swing shifts,
we'll be able to grab the files and bolt --
less than a minute.
And you're sure that file will be there.
I have never been sure-er.
Budget constraints force most government offices
to manage their files
using rigid, out-of-date filing systems.
The constant glitches and lack of technical support
give you a great opportunity
to sidestep the normal rules and procedures.
How you doing there?
Uh, this little devil didn't get back into the file box --
case number 08-52979.
Can you make sure it finds its way back home?
Thanks, man. Appreciate it.
Case is closed. Doesn't say anything about new files.
Ah, well, it'll be under Detective Finley.
Should come up in a few hours.
Or next June. You know how it is.
Sorry. Can't file this without proper authorization.
Of course, if you run into someone
who insists on doing things by the book,
you better know how to bend those same rules in your favor.
Okay, listen, uh, we need your help here, see,
'cause I'm a --
An idiot.
An idiot who's gonna get us both suspended.
Well, I need supervisor approvals.
Hey, eyes up here, little man.
He's already on my bad side.
And if you don't want to end up there, too,
you'll quit looking down my shirt and take the damn file.
I...wasn't, ma'am.
You can't bend the rules for your precious file room,
but sexual harassment's okay.
Okay. Okay. Okay. I'll file it.
Just go.
You know, you're, uh --
If you say "pretty when you're angry," I'll break your jaw.
No, I was gonna go with "terrifying."
Look who I found in the visitors center.
Hi.
Honey, what happened?
It's fine. It's nothing. It's good to see you.
You too.
Well, you'll be home soon, right?
That's what this is all about, isn't it --
getting out of here?
And the quicker we get going,
the faster she'll be eating some of your world-famous meat loaf.
Would you back off?
I am just concerned
with national security, Fiona's freedom,
and getting a dangerous gun-runner off the street,
but by all means, you take your time.
Is he always like this?
Yeah. Did you bring it?
Yeah. I hope this is still what you're looking for.
Um, I deleted some pictures of you and Michael on the beach.
Nate kept sending all these photos of the baby,
and I needed to make some room.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. There are no secret messages in my photos.
Encrypted data card --
basically just a phone book for all my contacts.
Should I, uh, be running a metal detector
over the throw pillow you gave me?
Uh, no. No, that was just a pillow.
All right, then, this, uh, little toy
will make it seem as though your call
is coming from your very own cellphone,
somewhere in South Miami.
My operative's in place.
You just get Greyson to the meeting.
Officially, Fiona Glenanne was never arrested,
so Greyson should buy it.
Greyson will want to do this his way.
It would be a lot easier
if you'd let me handle him in person.
The warden's not gonna be too eager
for you to be having an afternoon stroll all by yourself.
We're gonna use my operative.
I brought you a cheat sheet
so you can get all the details just right.
Can I take my frame back now?
I wish you would. Uh-huh.
Fiona, let's make that call.
Speakerphone, please.
Glenanne.
Been a while. I've been out of the country.
I need to put some cash together.
The last shipment that I bought from you --
I need to sell it back.
All right. Five grand.
Five? It's worth 10 times that.
Okay. How does...
Five grand sound?
You're a bastard. Did you know that?
Well, sounds like you're in a bind.
Take it or leave it.
Fine.
My associate Steven Delprete will meet you.
Don't know him. Won't work with him.
It's you or Michael, or no deal.
Fine. Michael, then.
I'll text you the details.
Sounds like a barrel of laughs.
Would you like to tell Michael, or should I?
You need the number?
No, I have Michael's number right here.
Look, I won't be able to stop the alarm from going off,
so we'll have about a minute
before this place turns into cop central.
This place is huge. There won't be enough time.
Just keep moving. We'll be fine.
Explosive breaching is usually the fastest way into any building,
but it isn't exactly the most subtle.
When a softer touch is required,
a compact hydraulic wedge
can quickly pry a door away from its frame
without waking up the neighbors or singeing off your eyebrows.
Let's move. Clock's ticking.
Precinct 234, right?
Looks like it's organized by year.
08-52979 --
the song I've been singing for the last three years.
What are you doing? Just take the whole box.
I got to make sure the file's here.
Well, hurry up!
Back off and keep watch, will you?
Gotcha.
Time's up. We got company.
Back up. Back up. He'll see us.
I'll take care of it. No, no, no, no. No way.
You know why I only spent five years in jail?
It's 'cause I didn't point my gun at anybody.
I'm not gonna have him see my face.
Don't fight it. Don't fight it. Relax.
See? He didn't see your face.
Happy?
Let's get the hell out of here.
Oh, that doesn't look promising at all.
Well, what are we doing up here?
Oh, I thought you'd like the view.
You don't know anything about cops, do you?
They have to search the whole building
before they come up here.
Just calm down and let me think.
Yeah? I think we're screwed.
You're the one who was taking your sweet time in there.
They're everywhere. I say we go back down and grab
the guard that you took down.
At least we have a hostage that way. And risk being spotted?
The only thing going for us right now
is we haven't been seen yet.
Oh, that cat's gonna be out of the bag pretty quick.
Fastest way back to the car is straight ahead.
All we got to do is get the cops to move.
I have a buddy who lives around here.
Creating distractions is --
well, let's just say it's -- hey. Uh, Chuck?
Yeah, yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm gonna cut right to it.
I have a little bit of a problem.
Yeah, no kidding, Mike. What the hell's going on in there?
Look, I'm at that cop-record place
around the corner from you.
Look, I set off these big air-raid sirens.
Pigs haven't seen us yet. How much time you got?
Well, we're on the roof. I'd say maybe 10 minutes.
So, I need you to create a big distraction on
the northwest corner,
give the cops something else to think about.
Yeah, we're on it. Sit tight, buddy.
Great. Now what are we gonna do?
I thought Mike knew what he was doing, huh?
This is a disaster.
Don't get ahead of yourself. It's only a pre-disaster.
Now, look, Mike wants a distraction, right?
So, we'll set off an alarm in the impound yard.
The cops will think Mike escaped the building.
Brilliant. So, we get chased by the cops instead.
I didn't say the plan was perfect.
What are you doing? What's that for?
It's one of those friendship bracelets.
What's it look like?! It's our way off the roof.
I thought you said you had a buddy -- He's gonna give us an opening.
And when he does, we're gonna have to get down
as quick as we can.
Like gym class, all right?
Not a good time.
Michael, I've been calling you. I need your help.
What's -- what's going on?
It's this thing Card wants me to do.
Fi, he is trying to help you.
Yeah, I know.
The problem is, Greyson will only make the deal with you.
Can you meet him this afternoon?
I'm kind of in a tough spot right now.
Could we do it tomorrow?
No, he won't budge. It's now or never.
Fi?
So quiet.
Must be serious.
Yeah, I, uh --
Michael, I understand. It's okay.
I'll get it done.
I know you'll try,
but you can't be everywhere all the time.
I wish I was there to back you up.
That's enough. Look it, I hate to interrupt this lovefest.
We only have one shot here,
so I need you to abandon whatever Reindeer Games
you're currently involved in
and get on this.
I'm going as fast as I can.
You got time to make phone calls now? Who the hell was that?
Just a girl, on again, off again, jail again --
long story that we don't have time for.
The mistake people make in trying to deal with a guard dog
is trying to deal with a guard dog.
A well-trained German Shepherd can run nearly
30 miles an hour,
jump about 5 feet vertically,
and bite with more than 500 pounds of pressure.
All right. Ladies first.
You're such a gentleman.
Yeah? Wait till you get the bill
to repair my trunk liner.
Trying to distract a dog may seem like a good idea,
but it usually just delays getting attacked
by a few seconds.
The best strategy is to stay as far away as possible
and, if you can, put some solid steel
between you and the animal.
Get in there. That dog looks hungry.
All right, all right, all right.
Oh, that's nice.
Yeah, thanks for that.
What are you, a size 12?
11.
Still remember what you're doing there, grandpa?
Trust me -- best hands east of the Mississippi.
Just give me one second.
M-maybe two.
There we go. Buckle up.
That's not gonna keep those cops back much longer.
Don't worry. Here comes the cavalry.
And there they go. Run, little piggies!
You ready? Ready.
Unh!
Walk in the park, right?
Let's get the hell out of here.
I don't see any cops.
Once we get out of Overtown, we're as free as a bird.
Maybe we should ditch your ride, just in case.
We have a better chance getting caught car-hopping
than we do motoring through.
What are you worried about?
In 15 minutes, you'll be home,
enjoying some alone time with that file.
Yeah. Hey.
Michael, please tell me you're on your way.
Working on a couple more kinks.
Ah, well, that doesn't sound very promising.
I must tell you, your extracurriculars
are getting in the way of my operation.
I'm trying to.
Remember what I told you in training about the verb "to try"?
How much time do I have?
An hour, max.
Michael, if you want us to close up shop here,
you just say the word
because I just don't think it's fair to Fiona
to get her hopes up.
No, don't pull the plug. I'll --
No more calls. Got it?
Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just my bookie.
I'm in a big hole with him.
One more job, and I get back to even -- Worry about this job first.
What are you worried about?
We're miles away from the cops. My buddy took care of us.
Damn it.
If we don't lose them now, it's gonna get ugly real fast.
Try the first side street after 23rd.
Duck into the housing projects.
You sure it's not a dead end this time?
That wasn't my dead end. It was your wrong turn.
Whoa!
Sam!
Yelling isn't helping. Then get us out of here.
Hey, you want to drive? Come on over.
They get much closer, I'm gonna have to start shooting.
All right. I got an idea, but you're not gonna like it.
Hey, Sam.
Hey, Jesse, uh, please tell me you're still at the loft.
I was just leaving. What's up? Oh, great.
Listen, uh, I got a bit of a cop problem.
You know the speedboat that's docked down by the river?
Yeah.
Yeah, I need you to get that
and meet me under the Port bridge, you know, like now.
You got it, Sam.
Did you say, "under the bridge"?
Yeah, hope you can swim.
More often than not,
high-speed chases end with the fleeing driver in handcuffs
or in a bed at the hospital.
Escaping with your freedom
and the ability to use both of your legs
means making a getaway the cops aren't prepared to deal with.
Okay, running out of real estate. You ready?
We die, it's on you, Evel Knievel.
Well, we make it, mojitos are on you, sweetie.
Okay!
Did I come through with this, bro, or did I come through?
You're right.
It says the cops had a different informant.
It's not Trent.
I told you. Hey, I got to go.
You got a lot of things to work out,
a lot of things to figure out.
Oh, there's nothing to figure out
'cause there's only one person
that could have given the cops this much info.
But there's no way -- can't be right.
If it's in the file, I don't know how you argue with that.
You don't understand.
Everything in this file -- it points to my wife.
When your target draws a conclusion you're not ready for,
you play along if it helps you get the job done.
Sometimes, it makes wrapping up a mission quick and easy.
No, I don't buy it.
And other times, it makes your job that much harder.
Damn, this must be difficult for you.
But I think you got to start facing the facts.
Donna has been with me forever. She's my whole life.
Why would she do this?
Well, with your old man gone,
maybe she wanted to move up the food chain.
Hey, you have to admit, the shoe fits pretty damn good.
Now I know why she gave me such an icy reception.
This isn't possible.
There has to be some kind of explanation.
You're starting to make excuses for her?
You sound like my mom when she got in a fight with my old man.
"Oh, he didn't mean it. He loves us."
You gonna forget that your dad died in prison because of her?
You have to remember that, bro.
I have been saving this bullet
for the person who sent my dad away --
hollow-point, 9-millimeter.
You want me to use this on my wife?
No, you're smarter than that.
You kill her, you go to jail.
Don't kill her. Just...kick her ass out.
Don't look back.
I can't. You have to.
You have to think about all the wasted hours you spent
chasing the wrong guy!
You have to think about the pain she caused you.
You have to do this for you.
You have to do this for your dad.
You have to finish what you started, bro.
I'm gonna talk to her.
I'm gonna sort this out.
Ah, the outdoor speakers are busted again.
I got to get -- Don't take another step.
We got to talk right now.
Wes, quit screwing around. What's -- I'm serious.
What the hell's going on?
Explain something to me, Donna.
Why do I have a file
that says you've been feeding info to the cops?
Why does it say that Trent was a damn goose chase?
Explain that to me!
What? Hold on.
Honey, where are you getting all of this?
From your new friend there?
What's it matter? Okay, this is crazy.
Think about it.
Ever crossed your mind that this guy is playing you?
He could be working for Trent for all you know.
Look at you, always spinning a story,
trying to wiggle your way out of this.
Okay, who the hell do you think you are?
Wes, how long have we been together?
I love you.
I would never do this to you.
What, that son of a bitch comes in, and --
and everything changes?
He's not even family. Family?
You don't think watching his dad's back
in the joint for three years makes me family?
Breaking my parole?
Baby...
Look, Wes, this is your move.
You know what to do, and if you don't...
maybe you're not the man your dad thought you were.
Wes.
Get her out of here.
I never want to see her here again.
What?
Baby, come on! Baby, just -- Wesley!
Come on! Baby!
All this crap.
Some detective I turned out to be.
You figured it out.
You just needed a co-detective.
I got to jet. Hey.
Anything you need, you just ask.
I might take you up on that.
Here I, uh -- I thought you forgot all about us.
Oh, I'm fine. Thanks.
Where am I going for this meet with Greyson?
Grove Key Marina, and don't bother stopping for a snack.
You only have 30 minutes to get the guns,
and you still need to get wired up.
Tell Fi I'm on my way.
News flash --
turns out your boyfriend can be everywhere at once.
Sadly, that means my evening is also spoken for.
I can't wait to meet this Greyson in person.
You boys have fun.
Oh, I'm sure it'll be a blast.
Listen, I, um -- I went ahead
and took the liberty of getting you some takeout --
Thai, I think, or -- I-I can't remember,
but whatever it is, I'm -- I'm sure it's a lot better
than what you get in this dump.
You think a little lousy takeout is gonna make me forgive you?
Forgivee me?
Forgive me for pulling every single string at the Agency
to get you out of here?
Or is this still about Ireland?
Because if it is, let me straighten you out on that score.
Michael's cover was about to be blown.
He wouldn't leave you.
Forget about the fact that, if he stayed,
you'd both be dead right now, or worse.
And would you, uh
Would you like to venture a guess --
just exactly who dropped everything
and flew halfway around the world
to make sure that that didn't happen?
So, for all the happy memories
that you have made so far with Michael Westen,
the fun, the excitement, the, uh -- the felonies...
You...are...welcome.
I rush across town to make this deal,
and Greyson doesn't bother to show up on time?
Hey, you know what?
It sure beats waiting on pins and needles
for you all day.
What can I say? I'm in high demand.
How about you focus on the prize there, maestro?
Shot at the buzzer only counts if you drain it.
Uh-huh. And Greyson is now headed your way.
Remember, he has to take receipt of the guns
before we move on him, yes?
You know, I was able to function in the field
for six years without you.
No joke, Michael.
Best years of my life there, pal.
Michael Westen.
Almost didn't recognize you without the suit.
Laundry day. Where's my five grand?
Answer something for me first.
Oh, is this an interrogation or a deal?
That's the thing.
I haven't heard from Fiona for months,
and then, boom, deal of the century?
You know when something seems too good to be true.
Come on, now, Michael.
Fi's counting on you. Bring it home.
Oh, you think this is a setup?
Crossed my mind.
If I was working with the cops,
they would have already stormed in here
the moment you pulled a gun on me.
I don't hear any sirens.
Fair point.
Still, I'm curious why Fi's in such a hurry
to offload these guns.
She's trying to buy me off.
What are you talking about?
She skipped town. She headed back to Ireland with this Brit.
Screwed me on a deal.
What can I say? At least she pays her debts.
Well, at least she gets you to pay her debts.
Well, look at that.
Michael Westen with a broken heart.
It kills me. It really does.
I'll be crying into my pillow tonight.
This should cheer you up a little.
Guns are in the Charger.
Load 'em up.
That's our cue. Drop the hammer. Go! Go! Go!
You son of a -- ugh!
You think Fi would replace me with a Brit?
Aah!
You're dead, Westen. You hear me?!
Dead, dead, dead, dead. Yeah, I know.
What do you say, Card?
Greyson is in cuffs.
Is that enough to make the Agency happy?
Michael, take a breath, for the love of God.
You are allowed to be human every once in a while.
Answer the question, please.
Well, Michael, as of 20 seconds ago,
Fiona got invited to the CIA company picnic.
She is an official asset.
Now it is up to you
to apprehend her "Get out of jail free" card.
Go get 'em, tiger.
I'm working on it.
Hey, Mikey.
I think you've earned a couple beers
for working double-duty today.
Thanks. I'm not drinking.
Well, neither is she.
I thought we were all supposed to be friends now.
Doesn't matter. I guess I can toast by myself.
Your brother is safe.
Are you sure?
You don't think Wes is still gonna come after him?
Wes found someone else to blame.
It's over.
Thank you.
Um, I don't really know what else to say
other than...thank you.
Like I said, I always keep my promises.
Well, I suppose you want me
to hold up my end of the agreement now.
I've been supplying Anson with travel documents and cash
every couple of weeks.
I can tell you the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City
where he's expecting his next drop.
But there's something I want from you first.
Just promise me,
when you finally get that bastard in custody,
no deals, no negotiations, no compromises.
Anson will get what he deserves.
I promise you that.
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