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.
Nate, you're the only one who can get to Anson
before he escapes.
We got him, man. It is about time.
No.
Nate!
Ayn, I need something.
I need to disappear.
I might be able to arrange for you to have a little privacy.
If you hide me,
I think it's only fair that you be the one to find me.
That kind of cooperation could knock years off my sentence.
This is a munitions warehouse
in San Miguelito, Panama.
Say hello to the man who murdered your brother, Nate.
It's him! It's Gray!
Don't move.
I got him.
Now we just sit tight
and wait for Card's extraction team.
He said it's already in the air.
Card isn't sending you an extraction team.
How do you know about Card?
Who do you think sent me out here?
This was supposed to be a suicide mission for you.
What is that? Sounded like an F-18.
Card sent an air strike into Panama? That's insane.
Please tell me it's done.
So, what the hell do we do now?
When was your last contact with Tom Card?
Yesterday, 1800 hours.
When is your next contact scheduled?
It was conditional. On what?
My mission being complete.
You mean me and my friends dead.
Yeah. That was the order.
Is there anyone else looking for us in Panama?
You think I know that?
Look, I told you everything there is to tell.
Are we done?
No.
Tell me about Atlantic City.
I had an order to take out Anson.
I carried it out.
But you didn't just kill Anson.
True. There was another guy.
He was my brother.
Yeah, so I heard.
You killed my brother, and he wasn't part of this.
How do you figure?
Last I saw, he was standing behind Anson with a gun.
He looked pretty proud of himself.
He wasn't the target.
You could've waited for a clean shot.
Clean shot?
Man, that was 1,900 meters,
20 city blocks, light crosswind,
off the roof of a beat-up Toyota Camry, center mass.
I'd say that's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of deal.
Mike, don't do it.
He wasn't a target.
He was my brother!
Hold on. Hold on.
Where I come from, we do not execute prisoners.
Say it! He was my brother!
That's right. That's right.
And he's gonna get what he deserves.
But you're not killing him in cold blood.
Come on, Mike.
What did you think the plan was, Sam?
We came here to deal with this son of a bitch.
We need to finish the job.
Well, the job has changed, Fi.
Now we know this doesn't end with him.
Card was the one trying to take us out.
Card is next!
Wait, what are you gonna go after him with?
A rumor?
Right now this guy is the only weapon we have against Card,
but we got to get him back to Miami alive.
How are we gonna do that, Sam?
We are stuck in Central America with nothing.
We are dodging the CIA, the FBI, God knows what else.
The last thing we need
is to be dragging that bastard around with us!
Okay, then we put a bag over his head and
we ditch him somewhere. We give ourselves a chance to get home.
Why not have him call Card?
He can tell him we're alive,
and he can put bull's-eyes on our foreheads!
Listen, Mike, you could've killed this guy back there,
and you didn't.
You know I'm right. He's our play.
Now, I know this is tough, brother,
but we just got to keep our heads down
and get ourselves back to the states.
But killing him now...
It's a mistake.
Yeah, I know it's a mistake.
One I'd enjoy making.
Burn Notice 6x11 Desperate Measures Original Air Date on November 8, 2012
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Mrs. Westen?
It's Mrs. Arnold from across the street.
Hi, Mrs. Westen --
I'm -- I'm sorry.
You caught me at a bad time.
I'm right in the middle of --
I don't really know how he got my number,
but your nephew is on my phone.
My nephew?
Yeah. He wants to talk to you.
Oh -- oh.
Yes. I'm sorry -- m-my line's been acting up.
Oh. Thank you.
I'll return it as soon as I'm through.
Thank you so much.
Oh -- o...kay.
Michael.
Mom, I'm fine.
I couldn't call your phone. It might be tapped.
Look, we have to be quick.
My phone's tapped? Well, who's tapping my phone?
I can't get into that. We're in Panama.
Michael, what is going on?
We're finding a plane to get back to Miami,
but we need your help. The flight has to land secretly.
Sam has a hacker friend.
His name--
Why don't you have the CIA do that?
That -- that Tom Card.
Why don't you call him?
Mom, he's the reason I'm in trouble.
He's the reason Nate's dead.
He knew I was close to finding out
that he was behind everything,
and he tried to kill us all.
Oh. I'm sorry.
I don't -- I don't understand.
I don't have time to explain everything, mom.
For now, you're just gonna have to trust me.
Just act like nothing's happened.
Don't tell Card anything.
Like nothing has happened?
That bastard called me an hour ago
and asked me to come back to his office tomorrow.
Please, Mom.
We only have one chance to take him down.
If he figures out we're coming after him,
he will get away with it.
But, Mom, first you need to --
Fine.
Just tell me about this guy you want me to find.
Excuse me, I'm looking for Jack Dixon.
Yeah, he's over there.
Excuse me, are you Dixon?
Oh, hi.
Oh, is that your boat down the way?
No. Is the music too loud?
Can I get you a hot dog or maybe a jello shot?
No, I'm -- I'm a friend of Sam Axe.
I need a favor.
Sam.
Just a sec.
You said "Dixon," right? 'Cause I'm not Dixon.
H-has anyone seen Dixon?
Listen, lady,
hacking into F.A.A. records to erase a flight from Panama --
that's crazy.
Are you saying you can't do it?
No, of course I can do it, but that's not the point.
The point is,
I'm finally out from my house arrest,
and you're asking me to do some seriously risky stuff here.
Michael and Sam will pay you back.
It's not about the money. It's about the principles.
You seem like a nice boy,
so let me tell you about my principles.
If you don't do this
and my son gets back another way, he's going to kill you.
If he doesn't get home, I will kill you.
Okay, let's erase this flight.
Okay. Let's go.
But the second we hit stateside, you get 10 grand cash.
10 grand -- 4 people and a prisoner?
Whatever, pal.
Dos cervezas, por favor.
The cash we got off of Gray won't get us on a bus,
much less a plane.
No one's biting.
I might have a little nibble.
Rico there...
...flies for his cousin's cargo company.
Sounds all sorts of shady.
They have a flight to Houston tomorrow.
He offered me a ride for free.
He likes me.
Rico know you got friends?
I was gonna share that little detail with him
once I'm on the plane.
With a gun to his back.
So, that's our ride.
Not exactly first-class travel, but it's better than nothing.
11 armed guards.
Make it a baker's dozen --
two more just came out of the hangar.
What are they guarding?
Doesn't matter.
We don't have any other options out of Panama,
and we need to leave fast.
And you're sure the pilot can escort you past security.
Trust me.
You hide over there.
Once the plane goes through the gate
and hits the taxiway, I'll get Rico to open the doors,
and you run out and you hop on.
Okay, and when the guys with guns see us?
You run faster.
Run faster.
People often think the easiest way past armed guards
is with high-tech equipment or serious firepower,
but usually it's through someone who already has access.
The key is picking an escort who really likes you,
and it helps if they're fast on their feet.
Who's she?
She's my guest.
She's flying up to Houston with me.
I didn't hear anything about this.
The boss know?
Of course my cousin knows.
He's the one who approved her.
Why don't you call him?
But I'm warning you, I just talked to him.
And he's not in a good mood.
All right, Rico.
Enjoy the flight.
Thank you.
So, I get to ride up front with you?
That's right, baby. You're flying V.I.P.
I have never been in a cockpit before.
You know what all these buttons and switches and knobs are?
I'm a pilot. That's what we do.
Next stop, Houston.
What are you doing?
I have a little surprise.
I like surprises. Oh, good.
You're gonna really enjoy the rest of the day.
Open the back doors now.
Okay, shady flight 101 now boarding.
All hijackers proceed to the gate.
Okay, Mike, that's our cue.
Time to boogie. Move.
Ivamos! Ivámonos!
Irápido!
Tell the pilot to head to Miami though the Río Duque Valley.
Stay below 4,000 feet.
Fire in the hole!
Back up, back up!
What the hell are you doing?
Mike!
Stop the plane!
I can't. It's too late. I'm out of runway.
We have to take off.
Imanos, arriba! Iarriba!
Looks like we missed our flight.
We are not going there
without the men we left on the runway.
Trust me, your friends are probably already dead.
Put the plane down now!
I walked you onto this plane.
I helped you rip off my cousin.
He will not be happy.
Rico, I want you to understand something.
Either you land this plane, or I land this plane.
And I don't know how to fly a plane.
Efficient cocaine-smuggling operations can process,
package, and distribute their product
without losing track of a single gram.
They rely on highly trained guards,
controlled access points, and workers stripped down
so they can't steal their product.
Isalganse ya! Iputas!
Conveniently, the same rooms that keep drugs safe
are also great for stashing prisoners.
So, this is better than flying to America?
Yeah, well, I'd rather deal with businessmen
than some vigilante who's out for revenge.
Look, Gray, I know we're not each other's biggest fans,
but we got a serious problem here.
"We"?
No, there's no we.
There's me and the guy who was seconds away
from executing me in that warehouse.
What, you think you can do this alone?
Gray, the only card we have to play here
is that my friends have the plane.
They're the geniuses
who just accidentally ripped off a coke dealer.
I think maybe I'll just take my chances with these guys, thanks.
You have no idea what you're doing.
My cousin will skin you guys alive,
and then he'll do the same thing to me.
I thought you said you were family.
I am, and it means nothing.
He stabbed my grandpa.
He chopped off my second cousin's --
Such a buzz kill.
One of the biggest problems for any drug smuggler
is the drug-detection dog.
Their noses can be up to 10,000 times more sensitive
than a human's,
which makes it necessary to mask the smell
with something else.
In Colombia, that means coffee.
In Panama, it's often the catch of the day.
Fish?
Yeah, fish.
With a little extra seasoning.
So, that's about a kilo per fish,
50 fish per crate, 8 crates.
What's that work out to?
Well, my currency conversion's a little rusty,
but I'll tell you, that's more than enough cocaine to get Mike back.
We need to hook the plane's radio back up, huh?
No way. We're not risking them finding our position.
Okay, then we need to find a phone, call señor kingpin.
On the way down here, I saw a road.
It was about a half a mile south of here.
Okay, you two hitch a ride into the nearest town.
I'll stay here with the plane and Mr. sunshine in there.
F.A.A. security makes it nearly impossible to break into
the air-traffic-control system remotely,
but hackers have a saying --
"physical access is total access."
The best way to erase computerized records
on an incoming flight
is to put yourself in the same room as the computer.
Okay, you're gonna wait outside while I go in here.
It's the annex.
It's got all the overrides for disasters.
I go in there, I work my magic, I come out -- two minutes, tops.
Why are you strolling up like you're going to the Winn-Dixie?
Isn't there a security guard?
Yeah, Albert. It's a friend of my dad's.
Well, but not today, though.
Come on.
What do you mean, "not today"?
That's not Albert.
If Albert's not here, I can't get in.
He's not th--
you didn't think to call first?
Call? This is incredibly illegal.
Now come on.
No, we're not leaving.
This has to happen today.
You're not listening to me, crazy woman.
I can't get in the computer room.
Okay, um...
just tell me everything you know
about your father's friend Albert.
Where the hell is Albert?
Albert? He's not working today.
Don't give me that. I know he's here.
I'm sorry, ma'am. He took a vacation day.
Well, not according to my friend Patty at the salon.
She talked to Lucy Peterson,
and she's been telling everybody all over town
that she spends her lunch breaks here.
Lady, you got the wrong idea. He's boating.
Oh, yeah, he's boating -- up Lucy Peterson.
Is that where he is?
That their little love nest?
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am,
I'm the only one in the building, okay?
This is a computer room.
How much does this bastard pay you to cover for him?
Albert! I know you're in there.
Ma'am, ma'am, look. Albert!
Ma'am! I'll show you, okay? Excuse me.
Hi, Alb--
See?
No Albert.
Because he's on a boat, just like I told you.
Now you have to leave.
Down there. That's where they are.
Ma'am, ma'am. There's no one down there.
That's storage, okay?
Well, I'm not buying it.
Ma'am, please. Albert!
Ma'am, please.
I will show you every room,
but then you have to leave, okay?
So?
Michael and friends are all set.
But, wow, Albert's gonna wish he never went boating.
Just want my son back in one piece.
They say, "whatever doesn't kill you
only makes you stronger."
But when it comes to torture devices,
that's pretty much never true.
The picana electrica delivers shocks
at only 1/1,000 of an amp.
It's completely non-lethal, but at 15,000 volts,
it's so painful, you wish it was.
Oh, great.
Haven't seen one of those since I was in Argentina.
What did you expect? A back rub?
Just keep your mouth shut and let me handle it.
Sorry to make you wait.
Wasn't expecting any visitors.
Of course, I don't even know your names.
Our names are not important. What is important --
Your names are important.
You tried to steal my plane.
Now, let's start all over, okay?
My name is Ramiro Vasquez.
I'm the owner of the Vasquez Cargo company.
But I expect that you already know that.
Now you're gonna tell me who you are,
who you work for, and where my plane is headed.
Can we talk about this somewhere --
I'm Michael Westen. This is Tyler Gray.
We don't work for anyone.
Our friends will be calling soon.
If you hand us over unharmed, you'll get your plane back.
You think you two are worth more than 400 kilos of cocaine?
I don't think so.
You know, I really didn't want to have to do this.
I did not at all.
But I'm going to have to ask you just one more time.
Where is my plane headed?
Our friends don't want your plane.
They don't want your drugs.
They just want us back safe.
If you just wait --
You didn't answer my question.
What about you?
You gonna be stubborn like your friend?
Que lástima.
All right, listen, tough guy, I'm gonna ask you.
Where's my plane headed?
I forget.
Aaaaah!
Well, that is a sweet ride, Sam.
Can't believe you wasted
most of our cash on that piece of crap.
Quit whining, will you?
It had a full tank of gas.
Yeah, remind me never to go car shopping with you.
Just hope we have enough change.
Somehow I don't think that's gonna matter.
Yeesh.
Bingo.
Right there.
Hola, Chico. ¿hablas inglés?
Sí, un poquito.
Ah, excellent. What's your name, buddy?
Esteban. I'm Carlos.
How are you? This is my friend.
Tibbs.
They call me señor tibbs.
Esteban, that's a nice little phone you got there.
You think we could pay you to make a quick call?
No, my dad said no one can use it but me.
Okay, okay, muchacho, no problem.
Tell you what,
how about if I buy that phone off you for $20?
$20?
Wow, that's a lot of money for a phone.
$40.
$40? What the...
This is all we got.
We're stuck in Panama.
Come on, kid. Open up your heart.
Goodbye, Carlos, señor Tibbs.
Okay. Okay.
So we're gonna have to steal a phone from a 9-year-old kid.
He forced our hand. Esteban!
Hey, Esteban, okay, how about this?
How about this?
$20 and this cool military scope.
Esteban, this is the latest
in U.S. government technology.
So, this awesome scope and $20
we're offering you for your phone.
Okay.
Gracias.
What a good kid.
Gracias.
Hope Rico gave us the right number.
All right, give it to me.
So, you're clever enough to get through my security.
Then you come tumbling out of the plane, belly under,
como un par de gallinos.
Now, why is that?
What was that last part?
My Spanish is a little rusty.
Hyenas?
You know what? Go ahead.
Make a joke.
No, no, no. I -- I -- we had a disagreement.
Sí. ¿quién habla?
Yo soy the guy with your plane.
Oh, thank you for calling.
So, where is it?
Oh, somewhere between Costa Rica and Colombia,
but you're not gonna touch it until I get my friends back.
I hope they're in good shape.
Hmm. They're undamaged so far.
So, listen, here's how it's gonna work.
First you're gonna take some snapshots of my pals.
That can be arranged.
And then you're gonna drop them off
at the Marriott in Panama City,
smack dab in the middle of the lobby.
When I get a call from them that they are all fine and dandy,
you get the GPS coordinates for your plane.
All right, that sounds good.
But listen -- if I even get a hint
that you're playing tricks on me...
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
Stop it right now.
You hurt my friends, that's a $12 million mistake
because I will torch your product.
I'm gonna have my men take those photos,
and then we can have this little deal happen, okay?
Expect my call.
Seems like your friends want to make a deal.
They still in Panama?
Yeah.
Why?
Whatever deal his friends just offered you, I'll beat it.
Gray, shut it.
You let me walk,
I'll get you your coke, your plane,
and a chance to kill the team that ripped you off.
Finally something I want to hear.
You can tell me where my product is?
I heard the route he gave the pilot.
It's more than enough to track down your plane.
Okay, this is the deal.
I help you, these cuffs come off.
All right.
Okay, they were flying to Miami,
northwest up the Río Duque Valley,
steering clear of the radar towers at Las Minas and Colón.
All you got to do is show them that we're alive,
act like you're gonna make the exchange,
then you will have plenty of time to find your plane.
You're actually believing this son of a bitch.
What did I say to you about interrupting, right?
You had your chance to make a deal.
My men will get you the photos shortly,
but I'm gonna need you to return the favor.
I want to make sure that every bit of my cargo
is accounted for.
It's all here.
It's getting a little gamey, but it's all here.
I'll need pictures.
Every crate?
Of course.
I get the pictures, we make the trade.
There are too many mountains over here,
so they had to land on that side of the valley.
There aren't that many stretches of road
or clearings big enough to land a plane.
You should have them within a few hours.
I hope for your sake that I do.
Lock him back up.
Helping a drug dealer,
getting four innocent people killed.
What the hell are you doing, Gray?
What am I doing?
I am completing my mission.
I'm eliminating four threats to national security.
National security?
We're just trying to find out who killed my brother.
You were undermining the entire intelligence establishment.
You were using Anson Fullerton to compromise our --
Why the hell would I work with Anson?
He destroyed my life.
Ah, yes, tell whatever story you want.
I saw your file with my own eyes.
And who gave you the file?
Card?
And what was in that file?
Some white papers?
Some untraceable intelligence reports?
He called in an air strike on you, Gray.
No, man. That was meant for you, pal.
He didn't even know I was there.
He didn't care you were there.
I know you're Card's guy.
I've been there myself. I trusted him, too.
I know how hard it is to accept the fact
that he played both of us.
Yeah, here's that "us" again.
You understand this -- we are not on the same side.
Card used me to find Anson.
He used you to kill him.
I didn't see through Card until it was too late.
Do not make the same mistake I made.
That's a nice try, Westen.
I know who you are, and I know what you are.
The only mistake I made was not killing you sooner.
Hiding personal feelings
when coming face-to-face with an enemy
is one of the biggest challenges for any operative.
The trick is to mask one emotion with another --
hiding anger with excitement, for example...
or ice-cold hatred with motherly concern.
Madeline.
Thank you so much for coming by.
Won't you -- won't you please come in?
I realize how hard yesterday must've been for you.
Have a seat, please.
And I -- I just want you to know I feel your pain.
Thank you.
Why am I here? Is something wrong?
It's probably nothing.
But there was a glitch in our communications.
Has something happened to Michael?
No. No. There's absolutely no reason to believe that.
I actually wanted to know if you'd heard from him.
No.
He said he would be unreachable until he got back.
Right.
I'm gonna go off the record for a second.
I used to leave an emergency phone with my father
when I knew that I was gonna be out in the field
for a particularly long stretch.
Couldn't have been more against the rules.
But it's family, right?
You and Michael don't have anything like that, do you?
No.
Really? No.
It's very important that I get in touch with him.
No special arrangement?
When Michael was away years ago,
I used to wait for a call, a postcard, anything.
Eventually, I learned to live without the postcard.
That way, I was never disappointed.
Mrs. Westen, everything is gonna be okay.
Something's wrong.
Vasquez should've called by now.
Not necessarily. Just be patient.
We're sitting on $12 million of stolen cocaine.
It's kind of hard to be patient.
Okay, here we go. See?
Just takes a little faith.
Hello?
Señor Carlos?
I think it's the kid -- the one we bought the phone from.
Hey, Esteban, what's going on?
There are some angry men looking for you.
They say you stole their plane.
Uh, right.
Hey, tell me something -- do these angry men have guns?
Sí. Big guns.
Uh, okay. Well, we got to go.
Thanks for calling, Esteban.
You stay away from those men with the guns, okay?
You were right. Something's wrong.
They'll be here any minute.
We got to go. We got to go now.
What? You can't just back this thing into reverse.
They'll be all over us before we get up in the air.
Okay, then we'll load the car up, make a break for it.
No. We're not running.
I think our best move is to let Vasquez have his cargo.
Are you out of your mind?
He gets his coke back, Mike's dead for sure.
Not if I'm on the plane.
It'll fly back to the airfield,
past the guards, right up to the front door.
If I hide in there with a gun, I can get to Michael in time.
Oh, come on, Fi, that's crazy.
You know it's our best shot.
I'll let you into the compound, and you can back me up.
Fi, you're sure.
Just hold Vasquez off long enough for me to get set up.
Okay, we're on it.
An anti-vehicle mine is only effective
if it stops your target,
which means knocking out the engine block or a wheel.
If you're short on supplies,
a heavy-gauge slug and some smaller metal projectiles
should do the trick,
as long as you guess correctly where the target will be.
They're coming, Fi.
Vasquez has more men than we have bullets.
This better work.
My thoughts exactly.
That was fun. I'm out.
Go. Now.
Go after them. Go.
But the road -- there are mines.
Go!
You let them get away.
Jefe, I'm sorry, but you saw --
Make sure my product's in that plane and get us out of here.
We've got some thieves to catch.
Okay.
Okay, this is bad. It's been two hours.
Maybe we should just rush the place
and see if we can find Mike.
With what, an empty shotgun and Panama's crappiest car?
Come on, Sam.
We got a plan. Let's stick to it.
Look, how long does it take to get a damn plane in the air?
Well, you broke the cockpit radio, remember?
They probably had to fix it, turn the plane around, take off.
Yeah, or Vasquez decided to drive his coke back.
Or they found out where Fi was hiding.
Or she's on her way.
Bam.
Okay. After you, Mr. Axe.
I believe we have a castle to storm.
All right, listen.
I want this entire shipment repacked.
We're flying in an hour,
or you guys are digging your own graves, you understand?
Yeah. Good.
All right, as for you...
Primo, primo, primo, you have to understand.
What was I supposed to do? All right, listen to me.
I'm not gonna kill you until I check the entire shipment.
But for every gram that's missing,
you're gonna lose a finger.
And after 10 fingers,
I'm gonna cut off something else.
You understand me?
Understood.
The problem with a trojan-horse strategy
is that sneaking yourself across enemy lines
is only half the battle.
If you make your move at the wrong moment,
your brilliant scheme quickly turns into suicide.
Nobody steals from me and lives.
Ultimately, you just have to wait for a lull in the action,
move fast, and keep everyone quiet.
Not a word.
Aww, where's that smile?
You should be happy.
I'm your best chance of getting out of here in one piece.
I'm afraid I got some bad news.
Your friends ran off like dogs when I got to the plane,
so this conversation is gonna have too on
a little bit longer.
So, the plane is where I said it would be.
We had a deal.
The deal was for the plane, the product, and the thieves!
Where are they?
If I were to guess,
halfway to the Costa Rican border, the embassy.
Okay, listen to me.
They got somebody here? They got a base?
What? Come on. Talk. Tell me.
Come on! I can't.
I just don't know them that well.
I had just put the team together to steal your plane.
I mean, they were the best I could get.
It was a drunk, an ex-con, and a --
I think he was a security guard or something.
So these people you just met --
they hung out here
with $12 million worth of coke for you?
Huh?!
What can I say?
I'm that charming.
Rico's in the cockpit.
At this point, he wants out more than we do.
I'll get the plane ready. You guys go get Mike.
Okay.
I'm gonna find them.
The only question is how much you're gonna suffer before I do.
You understand me?! Do you?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey!
You having fun over there?
You want to catch these thieves?
Every minute that you waste on him,
they keep getting further away.
Okay, I can find them, but I'm done working on credit.
Give me your cellphone, put me in front of a computer,
and take off these damn cuffs.
I'll track them down in an hour.
Back up.
Release him.
Get the hell away from him. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
We had a deal.
Yeah, well, I decided to renegotiate.
Wait, I thought you said I was a murderer...
and a traitor.
The guy who just took 15,000 volts to save his friends
is not the guy I read about in that file.
Let's go.
Got any ideas about getting the rest of the way out of here?
Yeah, run like hell before they find Vasquez's body.
I don't speak Spanish!
You know, if we live through this...
...you should think about learning some Spanish.
I'll put it on my to-do list.
All right, forget the Spanish lessons.
I don't see a way out of here.
What the hell is that?
That is our way out.
Okay, here they come. Let's go.
What's he doing with you? I'll explain later.
All right, you gonna stay in the plane this time?
Just get me the hell out of Panama.
Come on, Rico, let's go!
When we get back to Miami,
we're gonna keep our heads down.
I'm going after Card, and I'll need help.
Do I have a choice?
You saved my life back there.
You bought yourself a choice.
Well, I got nothing better to do.
Just flushed my career.
Careers are overrated.
Right. It's not like I was saving the world.
You know, going after Card won't be easy.
He sees around corners.
He knows you. He knows me.
That's what I'm counting on.
He'd never suspect
that I'm working with the man who killed my brother.
If I could take that shot back --
You can't.
Just
Just help me get the man who gave you that order.
Any bright ideas
on how to dispose of a drug smuggler's plane?
Well, we owe my buddy Dixon.
Maybe he could sell it on eBay.
You tell her about Gray?
I didn't want to upset her.
Who does she think he is?
A CIA operative, a pilot.
She doesn't even know what Gray looks like.
Michael, you have to tell her.
Fi, what?
Tell her that I'm working with the man who killed her son?
Yes. I don't like it, either.
I need Gray to check in with Card.
Every hour counts.
He's already been missing too long.
You made it back.
Barely.
Thank you, Mom.
Did you find the man you were looking for?
Not yet, but soon.
In the spy world,
few moves can be as game-changing
as turning your target's trusted asset
into your trusted asset.
If it works, you have the ultimate prize --
a double agent.
If it doesn't work, people end up dead.
You know, Card is usually on time.
I told you, he's too paranoid.
That's why we need to convince him he's won --
so he'll stop looking for us.
So everything is resting on Gray selling the story?
I guess it's a moot point if Card doesn't show up.
Maybe we won't have to worry about that.
Hey, you're an hour late.
You're two days late.
I was worried about you there, buddy boy.
Well, I didn't know who I could trust, so I stayed dark.
You know, it's not too easy to check in
when you're hitching a ride on a fishing boat.
You made quite a mess down there.
What happened to the targets?
I have people looking -- they can't find a trace.
What, you think I forgot everything you taught me?
Suddenly I'm gonna leave a bunch of evidence lying around?
Are you telling me what I think that you're telling me?
Yeah, I'm saying Michael Westen is dead.
I'm proud of you, kid.
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Do you ever wonder what it would be like --
actually getting to enjoy an afternoon like this?
I'm sorry. Who are you?
I came here with my boyfriend, Michael Westen.
I need a rest as much as you do, Fi -- believe me.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
You've been getting about as much sleep as a P.O.W. lately.
Admitting there's a problem is the first step.
After we take Card down, what do you say we go --
Hey. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. It's just me.
It's true. He came alone.
What? You brought a lookout?
More like backup.
It's almost like you guys don't trust me.
We were supposed to lay low.
Why did you want to meet?
Card reached out to me. He's getting comfortable.
I mean, obviously, nobody found your bodies.
He's starting to think that the F-18 incinerated you.
So, he wants me to do the same to your loft.
He told me to search your place
for anything connected to this mess and then burn it.
You've got to be kidding me.
Michael, you can't expect me to play dead
while this bastard turns everything we own
into a pile of ash.
Fi, this is a huge break.
We get to feed Card whatever information we want him to have.
Do you want to hold on to all of our old stuff,
or do you want to nail Card to the wall?
Burn Notice 6x12 Means & Ends Original Air Date on November 8, 2012
Fine.
But I'm not letting him ransack and torch our home.
We'll do it together.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Planting false information for an enemy to find
is a subtle art.
There has to be enough solid information
to make it seem credible,
but not so much it can be verified.
Do it right, and you can make your target so paranoid,
they'll be ready to crack.
All right.
This should look like we're just a few steps away
from connecting Anson to Card.
Looks legit. You think there's enough here?
Believe me -- questions are scarier than answers.
You help him connect the dots, show him how worried you are,
you can push for more intel.
How many many of these do I get to take?
Oh, I don't know, Fi. Two or three?
It has to look like all of our stuff has burned,
so... all of our stuff has to burn.
What the hell was that?
I thought nobody knew you were back. Nobody does.
But most people don't know we're dead, either.
And a good evening to you, too.
What are you doing here? You know her?
I'm Ayn. We go back.
All the way back to Allarod federal penitentiary.
I just got out.
Criminal, I got a serious problem.
You and I need to talk.
It's Michael, right?
I heard a bit about you from this one.
Looks like she wasn't lying.
Who is this person?
How -- how did you know we were here?
I paid some neighborhood kids to call if anybody showed up.
Little hoppers deserve a bonus.
Y'all didn't even turn on the lights.
Oh.
I guess I can see why.
We're not arsonists. It's, uh -- Not my business. Not why I'm here.
Why are you here? Well, you know,
girlfriend here helped spring me.
But so far, being out isn't much better than prison.
I got a cop after me -- a dirty detective named Garza.
Well, that didn't take long.
Hey. I've been keeping my nose clean.
This is old business.
Garza's been haunting me since I got home.
Yesterday he caught up to me on the street,
told me point blank,
"You're gonna wish you stayed in."
What do you think he's gonna do?
I don't know. But I know I need help.
It's just that right now's not a good time.
But we're gonna help you anyway.
Here's my number.
Fi, can I talk to you for a minute?
Now is not a good time.
You call me first thing.
We'll go over the details, and we'll get to work, okay?
Thanks.
I'll let you get back to... whatever this is.
What was that?
We're supposed to be playing dead.
Well, I would have been dead if it weren't for Ayn.
She saved my life in prison.
I know the timing isn't great,
but her problem isn't gonna wait
till it's convenient for us.
We can't go up against a cop right now. We just can't.
Fine.
Well, if that's the way you feel, I'll do it myself.
What the hell are you looking at?
You're supposed to be burning down my house.
Took you long enough, bucko.
It's not done yet.
Then why are you interrupting my "me" time?
I found something.
It looks like Westen was putting something together.
What? The --
You know what? Never mind. This isn't the time.
You just go ahead
and grab whatever's got your panties in a bunch.
Light a match.
You can brief me tomorrow.
Mission accomplished. Card's spooked.
Time to light this place up.
We can take it from here.
Why don't you give us a minute?
You okay? Are you okay?
It's the only home we've shared.
It won't be the last.
Thanks for waiting up.
I'm sorry we have to meet like this.
This story that we've all been killed --
you won't have to pretend much longer.
You smell like a barbecue.
Yeah, we had to... burn the loft.
"Had to."
Just like you "had to" work with the man who killed your brother?
Did you think I was stupid?
You go to Panama to catch Tyler Gray.
It occurred to me this morning...
I haven't heard his name since.
I'm sorry. I didn't want to --
I know damn well why you didn't want to tell me.
Tom Card is the reason Nate's dead.
Tyler Gray is -- he's just a gun.
Yeah, well, I want to talk to the "gun."
Mom, he won't be able to give you the answers you need.
Well, maybe not.
But I lost my son, and I get to ask the questions.
Set it up.
Well, your pal's got a nice place here.
I'm starting to think Mike had the right idea opting out.
He opted out because he's being an ass.
You know how many jobs I've helped him with?
Okay, but how many of those jobs happened
while you were supposed to be playing dead?
I mean, hell, the only reason I'm here
is to keep you from blowing up a police station and blowing our cover.
The point is, you're here.
Yeah, well, I wish I wasn't.
I'm not too thrilled about going to bat
for somebody who just got out of jail.
Hi. Are you the people who are supposed to help my mom?
Yeah, we are.
Right, Sam?
Hey.
When I went in, Amari didn't know how to ask for breakfast.
Now he makes me eggs every morning.
I've already missed too much of that boy's life.
Tell us about this cop that's coming after you.
What's his problem?
The man I went to prison for killing.
My brother-in-law, Marcus.
He was Detective Garza's C.I.
And she's the good guy in this scenario?
Hey, I thought you said this guy was cool.
No, actually, I'm not that cool --
not when it comes to killing police informants.
How about wife-beaters?
The son of a bitch nearly killed my sister,
and Garza let him do it.
I guess you did what you had to do.
Why was Garza protecting him?
Marcus was feeding him dirt on the Garden Terrace Mafia.
Garza hates that crew.
They killed his partner,
and he's been out for revenge ever since.
Mom! There's policemen outside!
That's Garza.
And he brought my P.O. This is gonna be bad.
He's gonna violate my parole.
Is there some other way out of here, like a back window?
They've all got bars on them.
Well, then, we're just gonna have to bust out.
Got a laundry room? End of the hall.
Okay. We'll go out that way.
I can't go with you. Ayn --
if I run from my P.O., I really am guilty.
There'll be no way to get me out.
Amari will go back into foster care.
I can't watch that happen again.
Please, take him with you.
Okay.
We need to move it. They're on their way up.
Fi, give me a hand here.
Most late-model washing machines
spin at speeds of over 1,200 rpms
and create more than 100 g's of force.
That's more than enough to rip off your finger...
Or pull a curtain rod through a couple layers of drywall.
Hold on! I'm getting dressed!
Open up, Reeds! Come on! I got your P.O. over here!
Deny us entry,
I'm gonna throw your sorry ass back in jail. You hear me?
Jesus. What are you, deaf, woman?
Got a tip you were scoring drugs down the block.
Go on. Search it.
Is your boy here?
You leave my boy out of this.
I've never done drugs in my life.
You got no right coming in here.
Back her up. Back this girl up.
Calm down, ma'am. You need to calm down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look at this.
Surprise, surprise.
Looks like you'll be finishing your sentence after all.
That's not mine!
Yes, it is.
You kill a man, you do the time and pay the price.
He planted that!
Shut your mouth.
Okay, Amari. Here we go. Just a little trip.
Easy-peasy.
Okay, yeah, yeah. Don't -- don't get the neck.
There we go.
Now, go on. Keep searching.
The kid's got to be here somewhere.
Hang on, all right? Here we go.
What the hell was that?
Don't know. Kid's not here.
Let him be. He's at his grandma's house.
Don't tell me what to do, killer. Now, let's go.
I'm gonna take you back where you belong.
There you go. Free candy.
For real? Yep.
I'm friends with the lady who owns this place,
so you can have whatever you want.
Now, look, uh... I know you're worried about your mom.
But we're gonna get her out, okay?
I promise you.
If you need this guy to cop to planting drugs on your friend,
blackmail is the easiest way to go.
You know what I would like to do?
I would like to march into the nearest police station
and tell them that he's dirty.
But I can't because I am trapped
in the world's nicest safe house.
Fi, what you need is proof he's dirty.
Garza's never been able to find another C.I.
to take down the crew that killed his partner.
Let's give him one.
Well, a new friend like that
could talk him into doing some dirt.
Maybe steal some evidence from police impound --
that would be enough.
But, of course, the question is,
who could pass for a... gang member?
What?
I hate to ask.
Wow.
Seriously? Guys?
Now is good time to go after a cop
on behalf of a convicted murderer?
No, thank you.
Garza doesn't deserve to call himself a cop.
And you're wrong about Ayn.
She's a good person.
She killed a guy, Fi.
So, as a person, I'd give her, like, a "C."
C-plus tops.
Jesse, if you don't help,
that kid is gonna grow up without a mother.
You know something about that.
Just give me the damn phone.
Let me call this bastard before I change my mind.
When posing as a hard-core criminal,
the key is to come on strong.
You sit in the power position in the room
and take up as much space as possible.
Detective. Yo.
What's going on, baby?
And you never, ever show any respect for the police.
I'm your date, playboy.
Lucky you, right? Shh! Shh-shh-shh.
You want to get down on some food?
Listen, thanks for making the drive,
but you got to keep your goddamn voice down, all right?
My bad.
Here you go, Detective.
How you doing?
Jace Robinson's gonna solve all my problems
with the G.T. Mafia, huh?
Don't be coming up in here using my real name, man.
I told you on the phone -- you call me J-Train.
I think I would remember an A.K.A. that stupid.
We got no record of you.
So, who the hell are you?
Look, I ain't gonna be all up in your system, man.
I'm new blood. I'm from Queens.
I wasn't getting my due up in the Apple.
I came down here last year.
Ka-blooey. I'm blowing up.
You're "blowing up," huh? That's right.
And you thought your next logical step
is to become a snitch?
Okay, "A," let's not use that word.
That's an ugly word.
"B," I want to be your C.I.
Because the only thing between me and the top
is the boss.
I can help you take him out.
You're gonna help me take down Sherrod Washington,
the man that killed my partner?
I think you're playing an angle, and I don't like it.
Of course I'm playing an angle.
What the hell you think I'm doing?
Look, Sherrod and his boys go down,
that's what you call a regime change, son.
Happens all the time.
And guess who's got next. Ooh. Ooh.
You do this, Detective, you get a nice, little, shiny medal,
you get peace in the Terrace, and you get a partner.
How close to Sherrod are you?
What I say? We tight, man.
Okay.
Let's go find out how tight you are, huh?
Yeah, let's do that.
You want to work together,
you're gonna have to show me something, J-Train.
Sherrod's bar right behind me.
You need to get inside and go to his private office
and take a picture of it with your phone.
Okay.
Now.
No problem, man. I'll be back.
Hey, Jesse. How's it going?
Uh, that depends.
How fast can you get down to Alize in Overtown?
20 minutes.
Better make it 10.
Garza's got me on a scavenger hunt.
I got to get a picture of the inside of Sherrod's office.
It's guarded by a gigantic human being.
And judging by the looks of this place,
I'm betting it's locked.
I'll be there. Thank you.
Here we go.
Gray is headed over.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
No worries.
This is, uh...
This is some heat we're having, isn't it?
It's fine with me. I like sunny days.
What did he say?
Something about sunny days.
The weather.
That's Card's favorite recognition code.
He had different signals for all his field ops.
What? Do you think we're blown? I don't know.
But he must be worried someone's listening in.
Wait, wait. Mike, Mike, hang on. Hang on.
I mean, maybe Gray's just giving him the all-clear.
Let's not jump ship until we know where it's going.
See what I mean?
Westen was looking for people who wanted Anson dead.
Long list.
I think he knew you were on it.
Why do you think we closed the loop?
It wasn't 'cause Michael stopped sending me Christmas cards.
I get it. But if he was onto you, he might have told someone.
It's under control.
Back off the caffeine, champ.
Something is wrong, Sam. He's soft-selling it.
How about if we give the man 30 whole seconds to pitch this?
If you're so confident,
how come I'm pulling triggers and burning lofts?
That's a need-to-know, Tyler.
Well, whatever this is, I'm a part of it now.
There's blood on my hands.
Read...me...in.
Fine.
But not here.
Friday.
I'll show you the briefing material, the whole lid.
We're done. You'll hear from me.
Okay. See? He dialed it in.
I think he just -- okay. Damn it. Mike.
What the hell was that? What was what?
We rehearsed this five times.
And in no version was there a recognition code.
I said no surprises!
He asked about the heat.
He wanted to know if I'd been followed.
I had to let him know we were clear.
You didn't push for one hard piece of intel!
If you're running some double game --
Back off! I know what I'm doing!
Card is spooked.
If I had pushed too hard, he would've shut down.
Give me time.
I'll reel him in.
I will get what we need.
You better.
Oh, nice necklace.
You know, I think I have a matching bracelet
if you'd like to borrow it sometime.
You got jokes.
The office is back there. The boss is over there.
And beefy "T" has not moved since I called you.
Uh, champagne?
The one on the top shelf.
And can I keep the cork and the cage?
I'm a collector.
Can we not celebrate just yet?
You still got to pick your way in.
Did you get some tools?
What do you think I'm collecting?
Clever girl.
So, how you gonna clear big boy out of the way?
I'll take care of it. Wish me luck.
Party people, what is up?
You.
You look like a player.
Am I right, ladies? Am I right?
Is he a player? Look at him.
Why don't you get up out of here, man?
No, no. Shh. Listen. Listen. Listen.
Seriously.
I'm down here from Jacksonville on business,
and I got a deal for you, homey.
My man said get out of here. I need you to --
Hey, Malik!
No! I didn't want to do that.
Who's Malik?
Hey, no, no.
We don't need Malik involved in this.
No. False alarm, Malik.
We're good. We're good. We're good. We're good.
Back to your business.
Bounce this fool.
No, no bouncing. Look, I just want to talk to you.
When you in my club...
You...
Best...
Listen!
That was fun. That was fun.
We all learned some things.
You guys don't like money. I dig it.
Don't let me see you again.
That's some good advice.
Here you go.
Whoo.
Hey, hey.
So, what happened?
What can I say, man?
Sherrod loves his drink. It's a party up in there.
Right. Did you get the shot or not?
What? The picture. Do you have it?
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, man.
Whoop. Boom.
Just like you asked.
All right, Mr. train.
It looks like you're for real.
Why don't you go take a nap somewhere?
We'll be talking real soon.
Can't wait.
I ju-- ow! Ow! Ow!
You should have let me stop them.
I could have stopped them.
Yeah. That's debatable.
That one dude was three bills, easy.
Ouch.
I hate this job so much.
Well, the hard part's over. You're in.
Now all you have to do
is convince Garza to steal a gun from police lockup,
we'll get him on tape, and Ayn gets her life back.
Yeah, I get it.
But if Garza catches me wearing a wire,
my kidneys are gonna get another workout.
You don't have to worry about that.
I have Sam working on something.
We're gonna catch the bastard on tape from down the block.
Hey, you want to help?
Help do what?
Smart man.
Come over here.
Always ask that question.
I get myself into so much trouble
helping people with stuff without asking what.
Sit down.
You want to help us take down the guy that sent your mom to prison?
Tell me what to do.
The two most challenging parts of planting a listening device
are quick concealment and power.
If your target wears a radio for work,
you can kill two birds with one stone
by bugging a duplicate power pack and switching them out.
Do it right, and you get a bug
that your target carries everywhere he goes.
Okay. Let's test it.
Chicken butt.
I read that, 10-by-10.
You ready, Jesse?
Yeah, just give me the thing.
Thanks -- for helping my mom.
Sure thing, little man.
I asked you to keep this on the low.
You got me strolling up to a police station?
You lazy mother-- Don't you worry about it.
No, no. I'm worried about it.
Matter of fact, give me your phone and your radio.
I'm serious. Really?
I'm turning both them bitches off.
I ain't getting bugged today.
There.
Wait. What? You taking them apart?
You're damn straight.
My boy tiny's doing 10 to 15
because of some electronic voodoo the Feds pulled.
Just tell me what we're putting on Sherrod
so I can get the hell out of here, man.
Just a dime bag.
I figure I can pull a street rip later, and whatever I --
A dime bag? Hell no.
How am I supposed to step up
if Sherrod's gonna be out on bail the next day, man?
I could have framed him for possession my damn self.
I came to you to put him away for good. Come on, now.
What exactly did you have in mind?
You go get a gun from an unsolved case.
What? No. I'm not doing that.
You fire a few shots into a phone book,
I plant the shells in Sherrod's desk.
I said I'm not doing that.
Planting a little weed is one thing,
but stealing evidence from impound?
That's too much. Come on, man! Man!
You got this rep
like you this outlaw cop who breaks all the rules.
"Ooh, Garza, he's a bad man. You better watch your ass."
And now what? You scared? I thought you did what it takes.
I thought you got things done.
Fine.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Now, you meet me at River Park -- 2:00.
You bring the gun.
We'll pop a couple off. And we finish this.
Well, where's Gray?
He's down by the docks.
Mom, are you sure you want to do this?
I need to do this. I've seen this before.
A victim wants to meet the criminal, and it never helps.
Michael, just stop.
I just don't want you to put yourself through something
that's just gonna make it worse.
Trust me -- that's not possible.
Ma'am.
Madeline Westen.
Thank you for agreeing to meet.
I want to start by saying how sorry I am --
I don't give a damn about that.
All I want from you is honest answers.
I want to know what goes on in the mind of someone like you.
What's your training?
I was a sniper in the Marines.
Why'd you join the CIA?
I wanted to serve my country.
That's all? Huh?
Do you have a hard time getting close to people?
Bad childhood?
Is that why Card picked you?
'Cause you like hurting people?
He picked me because I'm very good at what I do.
Then why did my son die... If you're so good?
I was worried about the wind --
speed, trajectory, distance.
And so I switched to a higher-caliber gun.
I knew it would go through.
I took the shot anyway.
It was my job.
Did you even know who he was?
No.
He was my baby boy.
He liked cars, action movies, and graphic design.
He loved his family.
His name was Nathaniel Elias Westen.
The next time you fire a bullet that could end someone's life,
you know their name.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
It's been an hour.
When are we pulling the plug on "Candid Camera"?
As a spy,
your job is often to get people to break the rules.
Okay. That's him. Here we go.
You use their greed, their fear, or their rage
to make them betray the things they value most.
With a professional spy pushing them hard,
most people abandon their principles.
What the hell is all this?
But sometimes, very occasionally, they won't.
What's wrong with you? You bring the gun or what?
I thought about your plan.
Sorry. I'm not doing it.
That's kind of the opposite of what we wanted on tape.
And when a target decides to stick to his principles,
you can suddenly find a mission going very, very badly.
What? Now all the sudden you're Captain America?
Please, I'm --
You don't think I can be?
Okay, what the hell?
Hey, hey, Fi, hang on. Hang on.
You think you know me? You're wrong.
Sherrod killed my partner.
He shot him down in front of witnesses,
only no one came forward to testify,
so the case fell apart.
I had nothing to do with that, man.
You're all the same -- every C.I. I ever worked with.
I'm not gonna make this mistake again.
Are you cracked? I thought you wanted revenge.
No.
What I want is my partner -- you hear me?
That's what I want. I want my partner back.
So, what? Now you folding up shop? It's just a gun, man.
I said I'm not stealing evidence from any case to close mine.
I'm not screwing cops. I'm not screwing victims.
That's not who I am.
You want to run the Garden Terrace,
you might just get your chance.
But if I'm still alive to see it,
I'm gonna take you down, Train.
Okay, hold on. We had a deal.
No. Now we've got a new deal.
You stay the hell away from the Terrace this afternoon.
And keep your mouth shut.
Oh, so, what? You gonna take on Sherrod in his project.
Well, his project happens to be in my city.
Hey, you go down there,
you're gonna get thrown off a roof, man.
Yeah?
Well, then maybe this time he'll go down for killing a cop.
Hey, man.
My God. That bastard's crazy.
Yeah, well, he's not the bastard we thought he was.
He's gonna get himself killed trying to bust Sherrod head-on.
And if that happens, Ayn rots in prison,
Amari goes to foster care...
And we got a cop killed.
Fi, what's wrong?
Ayn's cop just chose a very inconvenient time
to decide to become a better man.
And that makes you upset?
He's about to get himself killed in Overtown.
Sam and Jesse are on their way,
but I don't know if they're gonna make it.
Now you're in?
I should have been in from the beginning.
Just make sure you approach on Howard from the northeast.
Yeah.
Fi's on her way.
She's bringing Mike and a trunkload of weapons.
Here comes Garza.
Our father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom me...
How close are Mike and Fi? About five minutes.
Okay.
Well, I think they're gonna be too late
because Garza is getting ready to die.
...for they kingdom is the power and glory forever and ever.
Amen.
Maybe he's... just really religious.
Sherrod, come out here and face me like a man, you little bitch!
Nope, you're right. He's gonna die.
Your time is up.
Sherrod!
I know you're home!
Sam, we got to stop him. With what? A butterfly net?
Well, I'm not just gonna sit here and watch a cop get killed.
If he's not calling for backup, I'll do it for him.
I'm taking you in!
There you are.
Sherrod Washington,
you're wanted for questioning about your involvement
in the sale and distribution of cocaine.
You're wanted for questioning about your involvement
in the prostitution of underage women.
And you're wanted for questioning
about your involvement in the death of my partner,
Officer Anton Sproles.
I'm taking you in.
Damn, Garza.
You turned this place into a ghost town.
I guess we're just missing a ghost, huh?
You're just making things easier on me, Sherrod.
Good. Now I'm taking you in for assaulting a police officer.
How's it going, boys?
What? Did you stop for coffee?
Garza's over there getting beaten to death.
Yeah, and they got no problem doing it right out in the open.
All right, then.
Let's show them how professionals send a message.
Give me the radio.
Fi -- that car.
Jesse -- that car.
Big?
Bigger.
Use the tracer rounds.
When I open up, you join in.
We'll make it look like hell is raining down on their heads.
Mike, I have so much more fun when you're here.
Hey. Yo, hold up. Yo, hold up.
Man, you should have never
stepped foot on the Terrace by yourself.
Attention, Sherrod Washington.
Step away from the detective.
Tell me you hear me, Sherrod.
We can hear every word you're saying.
Who is this?
Well, that's a good question.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is...
And I'm from the Department of...
Whoa! Whoa!
You want to find out where the next one is,
or do you want to back away?
Y'all can have this pig! We're out!
No, I don't think so. You're not going anywhere.
What the hell do y'all want?!
I want you all to surrender your weapons to Detective Garza.
After all, he just arrested you.
You heard the man. Drop your weapons.
Thank you. Thank you, whoever you are.
Be good, Garza.
Oh, awesome!
Say, "thank you."
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I don't know how you did it, girl.
When they pulled me out of lockup this morning
and said that I was free to go, I thought,
"that criminal is stone-cold magic."
Well, I got a lot of help.
I even got a little from Garza himself,
but you probably don't want to hear about that.
Oh, I think I do.
Well, we tried entrapment, and we were gonna blackmail him.
That didn't happen.
He just -- he just decided to do this.
Sometimes when you push people past their limits,
they realize they have no business
standing so close to the line.
Well, good for him.
Man learned something took me six years to realize.
Some choices we make...
You want to take them back, but you can't.
I'm just glad to have a second chance.
Me too.
Michael.
Hey, Mom. Big day tomorrow.
We start gathering evidence against Card --
the secrets he's keeping, the reason Nate died.
There's no reason Nate died.
I understand how you feel, mom.
I want you to know that he's gonna pay for what he did.
I promise you that.
And all the things I've done, they'll be worth it.
Michael, I'm leaving Miami.
I guess that would be a good idea.
It will sell the story that we really died in --
No, it's no ruse. It's permanent.
Your Aunt Jill said I could stay with her,
and I've been missing her for a long time.
So, that'll work.
Don't you think it's a little drastic?
I can't keep watching you turn your soul inside out,
working with these monsters --
Tyler Gray and Card and whoever's next.
It doesn't matter.
There's no one next. After this, no one.
Right.
I need you.
I can't.
I can't go on living in a place
where everything reminds me of the sons I've lost.
I'm still here.
I don't know about that.
I need a new beginning, Michael.
And I want you to do me a favor.
When this business with Card is over...
I want you to start over, too.
When you're on a high stakes
intelligence-gathering operation,
concentration is key.
Whether you're in a car or on the street
or doing your surveillance poolside,
you have to stay focused at all times.
Look alive. Gray's here for the meeting.
All clear over here. We'll stand by.
Because even the slightest detail
can mean the difference
between a successful mission and a complete disaster.
You're a little edgy there, buddy.
Don't. We have a job to do.
You're worried about your mom. It's okay.
It's perfectly normal.
Quiet.
Good to see you, Tyler.
Another sunny day.
It's a scorcher.
You gonna invite me in, or are we gonna talk in the hallway.
Okay. What the hell? We just lost him.
Wait. Is that?
No signal.
Frequency jammer. That's not good.
And that's not good, either.
Card brought a team.
Wait. Mike, hold on.
Look, look, if he wanted Gray dead,
he wouldn't have brought all these guys.
He's not gonna kill him.
He's gonna bring Gray in
and hang everything around his neck --
Panama, Nate, Anson, all of it.
We got to haul Card out in cuffs
and take our chances now before his team's in place.
Keep an eye out.
I should go in there with you.
If Card's people are coming, I need a heads-up.
Get down to the window at the end of the hall
and keep an eye out.
Hello, there.
Show me your hands, Tom.
What are you doing?
Gray, he has a weapon trained on you.
Michael Westen.
Back from the dead.
Not just me, Tom.
The whole team. It's over.
The truth's coming out.
Put the weapon down.
Right.
Right after you, killer.
Tom, drop the weapon.
This is between him and me, sport.
I should have known something was going on.
Especially with those just-too-cute files
that showed up from your loft.
Tom.
Put the weapon down.
Don't do --
What are you gonna do? Shoot me?
You're not the only guy in the room who has a team outside.
I told my people that I was coming to see an unstable asset.
God damn it!
I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this!
Don't! Don't.
I'm so sorry.
He painted me into a corner
the minute he kicked down that door.
No. No, Tom.
He killed your brother!
Hands on your head!
Listen to me, Michael.
Gray killed Anson. Gray shot your brother.
He murdered Nate. He did that.
Right there. He did that.
You ordered him to. You're responsible.
I never wanted Nate dead.
I would never have taken that shot!
You tried to have me killed.
And that is my own personal hell.
It wasn't supposed to go like that.
You were like a son to me.
You are out of your mind.
We both know that it is a big, bad world out there, Michael.
And guys like you and me -- we make calls.
We get up in the morning
and we know the ends justify the means.
Why do you think Anson had to go? I'll tell you why.
Because he knew what I had going on in Yemen,
in China, in Pakistan.
Someone has to carry the bag on the front line.
So...I pull the trigger on a couple of really bad guys...
...or we roll the dice
on a couple of really bad conflicts.
You're talking about treason, Tom.
Michael, might be time for you to grow up, my friend.
You're not my friend.
But I was. And I damn sure can be again.
We can do things, Michael -- great things.
Necessary things.
There's a long to-do list, and there's nobody left to do them.
You wiped out the last batch.
It's just you and me now.
Clock's ticking.
What do you think?
Can we -- can we put all this behind us?
Huh? Can we move into the future?
I'm so proud of you, son.
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