Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 10 - False Flag - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until-

- We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.

When you're burned,
you've got nothing-

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

You rely on anyone who's
still talking to you-

- a trigger-happy ex-girlfriend-
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend who's informing
on you to the F.B.I.



You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too-
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs your help, Michael.

Bottom line: Until you figure
out who burned you...

you're not going anywhere.

- What do you think
of these shoes, Michael?

Fantastic!

I have just the right dress.

- Are they real?
- Well, they look real.

Isn't that what counts?

You're getting a fake identity,
Michael.I can't get fake shoes?

Place is up here somewhere.

You know, you go ahead.
I'm gonna-

Oh, that's pretty.



A fake identity is known in
the spy trade as a false flag.

Used to be you could make your own
documents with a printer and a laminator.

These days, though, I.D.'s have magnetic
strips,holograms and infrared watermarks.

- Hey.
- You need a pro.

-Yes. What can I do for you?
-I lost my passport and driver's license.

I heard, uh, I could
get some new ones here.

All you gotta do is report 'em stolen.
They'll send you replacements.

Right. But the thing is...

I'm going on a trip soon, and I heard
you could do it here more quickly...

and more quietly.

That might be possible- for a fee.

A fee is not an issue.

Come on back.

Ah, I don't get much call
for the good stuff anymore.

Most of my business
is just teenagers, you know...

trying to get past
a bouncer at a titty bar.

Titty bar.

Got no appreciation for art. You know?
Give me your right hand.

How about folding your sleeve back?This stuff
gets on your shirt, it'll never come out.

And slide these on for me,
if you don't mind.

This, uh-This is you, isn't it?

Uh, kind of hard to tell from here.

Put those on for me,
if you don't mind.

In some situations, a tactical
retreat is your best option.

Listen, bud. I'm sorry
as I can be about this, but, uh...

a guy like me don't
stay in business very long...

unless he slips the F.B.I. a bone
every now and then, and let's face it...

- you're a big old soupbone.
- I'm flattered.

Yeah. They come through here
every now and then asking about you.

A guy with a gun is
a guy with a gun.

You can fight him and risk someone
getting shot or wait for backup.

You gonna be my
"get no hassles for a year"card.

Yeah. Special Agent Allerot.

Yeah. Tell him it's Jumbo.

Well, how manyJumbos
you think he knows?

Hi, honey! Look at the deal I got on
these shoes.You're not gonna believe it.

Lady. Lady, you can't be back here.

- Get out of here. Get out of here.
- Oh.

Now.

Sorry, I just wanted to show
my boyfriend my fake shoes.

- Now!
- She's pregnant.

What? Ah!

- Pregnant?
- It worked.

- Where you goin'?
- My shoe! Oh!

Well, they clash
with my dress anyway.

You know, I was thinking...

we could do some vacationy things...

when we go to D.C.

You know?
Make the most of our trip.

Where's my lockpick set?

You know, maybe a fancy dinner
one night, take in some of the sights.

I'm gonna confront a man who tried to
have me killed. It's not a weekend getaway, Fi.

- We can mix business with pleasure.
- It was right here.

Fi, the thing about D.C.-

Is that you're going to need backup.
Don't tell me you'd rather have Sam.

- We can't talk about this right now.
- Why not?

Because I have a hard time
focusing when I'm in handcuffs!

Would this help?

Another fine illustration
of your need for tactical assistance.

Admit it, Michael.
You need me.

You don't even have
your own hairpin.

I do now. You happy?

Well, yeah, I know a few guys
who do I.D. work, Mike...

but, you know, the feds are gonna be
all over them too, especially now.

Feel 'em out for me, will ya?

Mike, they said if you leave Miami,
they're gonna pick you up.

And D.C.- There's gonna be someone
there who is gonna recognize you.

The best fake I.D. in the world
isn't gonna change that.

The guy that burned me
tried to have me killed.

As long as I'm in Miami,
he can find me.

I'll take my chances in D.C.

You know who might
be able to help... is Lucy.

She called a while back
with a job...

but you were pretty busy with this
whole burn notice business, but now-

- What's the job?
- Well, I don't know the details...

but I do know that she works
with some real artistes.

These are the kind of guys who can give you
a whole new life to go with your I.D.

- You interested?
- Let's give her a call.

Corporations need spies just
like governments do.

Of course, they're not called spies.
They're called security consultants.

They're basically mercenaries
with nice suits.

Your offices just keep
getting better and better.

It's good to see you, Michael.
What have you been up to?

Little of this, little of that.

Haven't you been getting your
reports from your F.B.I. buddies?

I didn't tell them anything
they couldn't find out for themselves.

If you tell them, they don't have to
find out for themselves, do they?

What? Uh, I-

You were the one that trained me in the delicate
art of giving people useless information.

I said nice things,
for what it's worth.

Thank you.
You have a job for me?

A woman I met. Evelyn.
She heard I worked security.

She asked me for help.
I guess her ex ran off with their son.

We ran checks, credit cards,
airlines, got nothing.

Somebody's gonna have to
do some legwork...

but a job that small,
not really our thing.

You thought of me.

I would consider it a favor if you
took the job,and the money's not bad.

- Money's not the pressing issue.
- Why? What do you need?

- Identity.
- Not for traveling.

Michael,
if you leave Miami-

I can't help you
with that kind of thing.

Seriously.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Fine.

Get your documents together,
I'll have my guys do an I.D. package.

Go see Evelyn first.

Thanks.

I separated from Doug
a few months ago.

I tried to keep it together
forJasper's sake, but-That's our son.

But it was hard on him
listening to us fight all the time.

He started acting up at school. Then Doug
turned on him, and I wasn't gonna let that happen.

- I'm sure you made the right decision.
- He took him.

He just picked him up early at
school one day, and he disappeared.

Did you call the police?

Yeah. Every day.

But technically, we're still married,
and he is Jasper's father...

so without a custody order,
they can't do anything.

Oh, please. I cannot wait
for the courts to sort this out.

Do you have any idea
where he might have taken him?

None. I have no idea, 'cause I've
hardly spoken to him in months.

Do you have pictures?

Yeah.

That's Jasper.

Please. Lucy said
you could find him.

I need to know that he's okay,
and I want him back.

I'm gonna find him.

One of the things you
learn in training...

is to avoid situations
that cut too close.

If you had a rough childhood...

a situation with an abusive father and
a vulnerable kid is gonna make you angry.

That can be motivating,
but it can also be dangerous.

Well, she's a looker.
What's the story?

- Husband ran off with her kid.
- You all right, Mike?

I'm gonna find this guy.

Facts are the hallmark of
a good false identity.

It's harder to create history
than it is to alter it.

Plus, the more truth
to your lie...

the easier it is to remember.

I don't see you for weeks,and you
start going through the closets?

-What are you looking for?
-Where is that box you used to keep all my stuff in?

- The memory box?
- Sounds about right.

I don't remember.

I'm kidding.
Excuse me.

Oh, God. Look.

First place. The trophy was bigger
than you were.

Can we speed this up, Ma? I need my
medical records and my birth certificate.

All right. Here.

How about your report card, huh?

You could have been valedictorian...

if you hadn't been suspended
so many times for getting into fights.

- I never could figure-
- Mom, I don't need my report card.

- Your father used to get so angry.
- I don't want to talk about Dad.

- I just need my stuff.
- Fine. Here. All right?

-I don't want you to think you're keeping those.
-No, I'm just gonna make copies.

I'm gonna take a trip.
Work.

The last time you said that,
you left for 10 years, Michael.

It's not that kind.

Did you ever think
about leaving, Mom?

What?

Did it ever get
bad enough with Dad...

that you thought about leaving?

Of course I did.

I wanted to keep the family
together, Michael.

Through the good and the bad.

You kids were so cute.

Well, it's like Lucy said. Chances
are he's probably still in the area.

There's no recent credit card
activity, no car rentals.

The only blip, Mike,
is where he works.

Greenway Worldwide Cargo
off of 57 th.

Talked to my A.T.F. buddy.
There's, some kind of investigation.

Uh, some link to organized crime.

Great.

U.S. Attorney's office
is all over it.

Left a message, haven't heard back,
and that's about it.

I should, uh-
I should go talk to Evelyn.

Well, you just talked to her, Mike.

Yeah, but she was a little
flustered the last time.

She might have forgotten something.

I thought you had to get those
documents to Lucy. Your fake I.D.

Yeah, I'll do it later.

Something I should know, Sam?

- About what, Fi?
- About why Michael's acting this way.

What way?
He seems fine to me.

Tell me about this new client.

You know, I just remembered,
I gotta get Mike some yogurt.

You know, 'cause if I don't do that, boy,
it's just-You know how he is.

He never mentioned trouble at work.

- You think there could be a connection?
- Could be.

You hear "A.T.F. investigation,"
it raises flags.

Well, I wish I could be
more helpful.

Sorry.

You should just focus on getting your
son back.It's the best way to deal with it.

Evelyn, I think you're
stronger than you realize.

Then maybe I should have
just stuck with it.

You know, what would
have happened if-

if I had have pretended that
everything was all right?

But I didn't want my family to be a lie-
not forJasper, not for me.

You're doing the best thing.
Believe me.

I know a little something
about this.

I've stayed, and I've left, and sometimes
leaving is what you have to do.

Must be lonely, what you do.

- I couldn't live that way.
- In my line of work...

I can't allow myself
to get too close.

What if you met someone?

There's a spark.

Would you ignore it?

Could you?

I would, uh...

concentrate on getting the job done.

I gotta head over to Doug's.

I'll call you
as soon as I know anything.

Okay.

What's taking so long, Sam?
You losing your touch?

I didn't know Doug would have
a nine-pin dimple lock.

You know, the new kind-
the kind I haven't practiced on.

Okay, my fingers are bleeding now.
There's some pain involved.

You know, this is the only place
around here with bars on its windows.

- I wonder what Doug was so worried about.
- Come on, baby.

There better be somethin' good in here.
There we go. Got it.

Looks like he didn't leave much.

- Well, I've worked with less.
- Check for bills.

Bunch of junk mail.
Magazines.

Hello.

Hey. Here's a quiz.

Tells you how to pick your mate
based on what you eat.

Okay, Mike.
What's your favorite meat?

- Pleasure reading later, Sam.
- Oh, you're no fun.

Mike, two guys
with guns coming fast.

They must have been
watching the house.

They got the back covered.

Nothin'.

Just because there are
no windows or doors...

doesn't mean there are no exits.

The thing to look for
is the air-conditioner unit.

That's where the wall is weakest.

Also, people watch doors.

They don't watch air conditioners.

Ooh, the damsel in distress.

She said it was an emergency.
What do you want me to do?

Be her knight
in shining armor, of course.

Evelyn, this is Fiona.
We work together.

- Hello. Thank you.
- Pleasure.

Evelyn.

What happened?

I went to the courthouse to try to
get an emergency custody hearing.

-Some guys were at my car. They knocked me down.
-How many men were there?

- Two, I think.
- You think?

Could there have been more?

Probably the same guys
that came by Doug's place.

Michael, ifJasper's caught up in the middle
of this, I will never forgive myself.

Please, you gotta bring him home.

It's all right.
It's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
It's okay.

- What happened to the trademark Westen emotional distance?
- She was upset.

Obviously.
Where's your head at?

Fi...

if you're gonna help me,
you can't have this attitude.

Attitude? If you're gonna be like this,
I think I'm entitled to an attitude.

- Maybe I should do this one alone then.
- Maybe you should.

- I'll drive you home.
- No, I'll get there myself.

Okay, Mike.

- Tell me I'm a genius.
- You're a genius.

Come on. You can do better than that. Remember
the mail we were sortin' through at Doug's place?

Outdoor Life, Field & Stream.
Got me thinkin'.

Outdoor types always
go back to the woods.

I got ahold of a buddy at the Coast Guard
who knows a guy in Park Service...

and I said, "Hey, there's a couple of
good bottles of Patrón in it for you if"-

- Just tell me, Sam.
- State Parks has a record...

of Doug's license plate
at Mangrove Campground.

- Keys.
- Yeah. Now, look. I'd go there with you, but...

Veronica sort of set up
a mini vacation in Boca.

- You know, one of those swimmin' with
the dolphins- - I'll take care of it.

I can't believe that you found them
so quickly. That's amazing.

My friend Sam may have bruised a couple
federal statutes along the way...

but nothin' a gift-wrapped
bottle of tequila can't smooth over.

- Well, you won't get in trouble?
- We found him. That's what's important.

I knew I could count on you.

- Is that loaded?
- Yeah.

Well, you're not gonna bring that with
you when you go getJasper, right?

It'll be fine.

Trust me.

This is it?
What do we do now?

I don't want anybody getting hurt.
No matter what you see...

stay in the car...
until I say.

Okay.

Thank you.

Where's your son?
Where's Jasper?

Look. This is about me.

I'll do whatever you want.
Just don't go after my son.

You people killed my wife.
Isn't that enough?

A basic rule of covert ops...

is let someone else
do your dirty work.

Let someone else find the guy
you want to kill.

Oh-

It's a great technique...

as long as you're not
the someone else.

Move! Move!

Where's your son?

- What? You come here to kill me and now-
- I'm not here to kill you.

- That woman out there is.
- Who's she?

I need you to stay away
from the windows.

- Where is your son?
- He's not here. I sent him to stay with friends.

That is one thing
that has gone right today.

My name is Michael,
and I'm here to help you.

- Everything all right in there, Michael?
- What is she doing?

She'll wait for us to make a move
and pick us off when we do.

I need a screwdriver.

Shouldn't we call the park rangers?

Unless the park rangers
have been issued body armor...

and high-caliber weapons,
we're on our own here.

She must have disabled my gun
when we stopped for gas.

Remove the trigger
bar spring from a SIG Sauer P228...

and you've got a nine-millimeter
semiautomatic doorstop.

I don't know what you think you're playing at,
but this is not a game you can win.

Doug, I need a paper clip.
Got one?

I don't have a paper clip.

Well, do you have something like
a paper clip,a thin piece of metal-

Wait. Never mind.

Kill him yourself if you want.

- We need to wrap this thing up.
- Oh. Fiona.

- You fix it?
- Hardly. I might get one shot off.

- You got one chance to shoot her?
- I'm not gonna shoot her.

- Wait.
- Is she leaving?

I seriously doubt that.

You have any duct tape?

Hold that there.

When I say "now,"
you're gonna open that door.

Now!

Shoot a propane tank and you'll
just get a big cloud of cold gas.

You need an open flame
and real good aim.

Get down!

Yeah, Sam, I had to drive around,
make sure we weren't followed.

She could be anywhere now.
Gotta go.

- What's happening?
- We'll get to that.

- For now, I need to know why someone wants you dead.
- It's a long story.

Well, that's a long story that starts with
Greenway Cargo, right?

- Give me the short version for now.
- I was the controller.

Uh, mostly wrote checks,
did invoices.

It was a job.
I've been a C.P.A. for 15 years.

- Need to get to the marked for death part.
- After a while...

I realized I was paying vendors
I'd never heard of...

for cargo that was never delivered.

- Front companies.
- They were into all kinds of stuff-

weapons, ivory, human cargo.

Th-That's what the F.B.I. said.

Anyway, they came to my house, said they were
investigating the company, investigating me.

- Unless you testify.
- I didn't want to get involved, but they said I'd go to jail.

I said I'd think about it.
Then-

things started happening.

- Things? What things?
- I had people following me...

phone calls, guys watching my house.

Then my wife...

goes out in my car.

Said it was an accident, but-

I sentJasper away, and I ran.

Who are they?

They're your new best friends.
Stay here.

Ah. Well, what a piece
of work she is.

So, Evelyn used you to do
the grunt work to track him down.

She shows up and finishes the job.

And when she kills him,
everyone comes looking for you.

She seemed so nice.

Mike, she went through Lucy
to get to you.

- Yeah. Call Lucy. Evelyn's not the type to leave loose ends.
- Right. Oh. Almost forgot.

That's for you.

- Evelyn has the Charger?
- Yeah. It's gonna need some work.

- And your gun?
- Removed the trigger bar spring.

Oh, that sounds like
something you would do.

You guys really do have
a lot in common, don't ya?

Look, Fi. I know you're enjoying this, but
now's not the time to say "I told you so. "

- This isn't like you, Michael.
- Well, then go ahead-

I know. Fiona...

- I need your help.
- Oh. You're not gonna handle this one on your own?

You just couldn't
help yourself, could you?

Sadly, no.

Take Doug back to the loft,
lock him down tight.

- You can handle that, right?
- Have I ever let you down?

- Be careful, Fi.
- Don't worry, Michael. I never let my guard down.

What the hell do you mean you can't get
ahold of her? She doesn't have some kind of-

Yeah?
All right. Well, keep trying.

Mike, she's in some kind of a meeting with
a new client that just called this morning.

I mean, it might be nothin'.

It's not gonna be nothin', Sam.

- Hello.
- Michael, if I had known...

you were this much fun
to work with...

I would have come
to Miami sooner.

I'm glad one of us is having fun.

You're not missing
the damsel in distress, are you?

Michael, my son.
I'm afraid.

Please, Michael. Please.

- You changed.
- This is more my style.

Oh, for crying out loud.
I'm not gonna shoot you here.

Besides, I need you. You're the one
who's going to tell me where Doug is.

Oh.

Here. Your car is in
the campground parking lot.

What are we gonna do
to resolve our problem?

Well, I think our problems are a little
different, but, yes, let's resolve them.

You know, you and I have
a very special connection.

- I'm not even sure who I'm talking to.
- Oh, we met...

in a manner of speaking.

Istanbul, about six years ago.

July. Seven years ago.
You took out those two diplomats.

Yes. You know how close
you came to catching me?

That was impressive. And ever
since then, I've kept tabs on you.

You might say I've become a fan.

I heard you got burned,
and I got this gig in Miami, so...

the stars just kind of lined up.

I like the new look.
And your bruise- it healed.

Yeah. Well, that was temporary.

I've been studying up on you.

It's not easy with someone
as secretive as you are, but, uh...

of course, things got a lot easier
when you got burned.

- Not classified material anymore.
- Lucky you.

I learned something
about your early years.

Your daddy was mean. Mmm.

So I figured an abusive husband
and a troubled but gifted son-

well, that would be motivating.

Enough about me.
Let's talk about you.

No, I don't feel like it.

You know, I don't think that we should
waste all your hard work.

What say we split the fee?

You just tell me where he is,
I will do all the rest. It's easy money.

Evelyn, I appreciate all the effort
you've put into this...

but there comes a time
where you have to walk away.

Come on.

Isn't there something
I can do to persuade you?

There's nothing you can do.

Know what I love about Miami?
Apart from you, of course.

The cheap labor.

You know, I can get a kid off the street
to do a hit for about, mmm, grand.

Well, if I flirt with him a little.

Say, now, isn't that Lucy?

Lucy!

Lucy!

- Michael, I am so sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Yes, it is. You taught me
better than that.

It was so stupid.
I should have been more thorough.

- I've got guys headed to her hotel right now.
- It won't matter.

I know. I just feel like
I should do something.

You should. You should be careful,
'cause she's still out there.

Right on time.

Yeah.

- Change your mind?
- Enough of this.

You want to deal, you deal with me.
You leave Lucy out of it.

Done. Lucy has no more to fear from me.
You see? I can be reasonable.

Of course, I still have a job to do, and the next
target will have to be Sam or Fiona or-

I know. Mommy.

Sooner or later, I'll find someone
you care about more than Doug.

So you call me
when you want it to stop.

She's not leaving town, is she?

That'd be a no.

If she knows all this about you,
she'll probably come here.

She won't play this out on my turf.

She'll keep the pressure on
until she gets an opening.

I- I can't believe this.

I'm a C.P.A., for Christ's sake.

C.P.A. brought down Al Capone.There's
a reason why the feds want you to testify.

I say we hunt her down.
Ammunition's cheap.

Fi, if we go out there
without a plan, we're exposed.

She's more than happy to keep killing
people until we hand Doug over.

She can come after me.
I'm ready.

Yeah?

- What about Sam?
- I'm game, Mike.

What about if she comes after
my mom, my brother...

Doug's son Jasper?

- So we sit here and wait?
- For once, she's right, Mike.

We gotta do somethin'.

We're gonna hand him over to the U.S.
Attorney,get him into Witness Protection.

- Won't she still come after you?
- We'll deal with that later.

Sam, I need you to call
the U.S. Attorney.

Tell them we're bringing
Doug in tomorrow morning.

- I'm on it.
- And, uh...

somebody needs to go to my mom...

see that she's safe,
make her house secure.

- Think she's cooked dinner yet?
- I'm sure she'll heat somethin' up for you, Sam.

Well, then I'm on that too.

Fi...

I need you to prep an armed escort.

Doug. I need you...

to stay away from the windows.

You say this is just a precaution?

Oh, yeah. It's nothin'
to worry about.

Um, say, um, this is
a little embarrassing, but, uh...

me and my lady friend,
uh, had a falling out, and...

well, Mike thought maybe it would be
okay if I, uh, crashed here for the night.

Sam, I'm not an idiot.

You want to tell me what's goin' on?

Well, see, there was this lady,
and she was making some threats.

- Against me?
- Not specifically.

Well, I mean, your name came up,
but it was more like a hypothetical type thing...

so it's nothing to worry about, but Mike
wanted me to stay here and give you some...

you know, self-defense pointers
in case I had to leave.

You gonna leave this here
with me when you go?

Okay. Be careful, okay?
'Cause that's loaded.

Yeah.

Michael's father had
a Winchester single-shot.

I think I may still have it.

So you want a beer?

You kiddin'?

Doug is sleeping peacefully.

- You gave him something.
- Maybe.

Well, half of somethin'.

Sam got in touch with his buddy
at the U.S. Attorney's.

Bringing Doug in tomorrow mornin'.

Great.
We can talk finally.

There's nothing to talk about.
You were right. I was wrong. I'm sorry.

It isn't that simple, Michael.

You think you can let
the job be who you are...

all you are, and you can't.

It's dangerous to think
that you can.

I know I can be...
passionate...

- but I'm good at what I do.
- I know.

- It's no secret that things between us have been-
- Little rocky.

It isn't easy for me either.

Evelyn comes along,
and she's attractive...

sweet, needy.

Don't deny it.

Fine.

Isn't it interesting
that she turned out to be...

well, who she turned out to be?

- What shall we make of that?
- Made your point, Fi.

- Did I?
- Yep. You did.

What about D.C.?

- You still goin'?
- I have to.

If I don't, it won't be long before Cowan
sends someone else here to kill me.

I need him to know I can get to him too.
I need him to know right now.

And you need help.
And you know it.

I don't think that's a good idea.

- Is that a tactical judgment or a personal one?
- Both.

Everybody I know is in danger right now-
everyone I'm close to.

Well...

I'm willing to risk it...

if you are.

- How's my mom?
- Locked up cozy and tight with a cigarette and a shotgun...

ready to kill anything
that comes through the door.

- Here you go, Doug. My lucky vest.
- It'll look great over my shirt.

- Thanks.
- It's a little worn, but it'll do the trick.

- Are these bullet holes?
- Yeah. I broke it in for you.

It's a short ride
to the U.S. Attorney's office.

Just think of it as a precaution.
It's like a seat belt.

- Yeah. A seat belt that smells like Old Spice and bourbon.
- Easy now.

Assassination's
one percent shooting, 99% preparation.

Anticipating moves,
devising approaches...

recruiting sources...

finding the perfect opportunity
so the bullet's almost an afterthought.

Usually that's when
a target's on the move...

when there are too many
variables to control them all.

- We should get out of here.
- Michael, whatever happens, I just wanted to say thank you.

You can thank me
by keeping your head down...

- and staying away from windows, okay?
- Got it.

There are ways to lessen the risk.

An armed escort...

taking an unpredictable route
to your destination...

having backup in a trail car.

But ultimately,
as long as the assassin...

knows where you're going...

they have the upper hand.

The point is the thing works.

It's one of the few things
in my life that's never let me down.

It's impossible to stop
a good assassin...

from finding an opening
and taking a shot.

The best you can do is control
where the best opening is.

And sometimes that's enough.

Drop it.

You set me up.

- Bravo.
- Put it down, Evelyn.

Hey. I could still do this.

Did I tell you how much
this job pays?

You could buy someplace decent to live-
even at Miami prices.

Put the rifle down.

How'd you know I'd be here?

I figured you had a source
in the U.S. Attorney's office.

You knew Doug was
thinking about testifying.

Now, I count six different vantage points
with a better view of that entrance.

- How'd you know I'd be at this one?
- Istanbul wasn't that long ago.

You like rooftops over windows...

you like angles with the target on your
right-hand side, 'cause you're left-handed.

That's right.
I knew I liked you.

Put it on.

Michael...

is this what you really want, huh?

Helping out civilians
with their little problems...

trying to get
your government job back?

It's pathetic.

You're better than that.

Let's go.
We have a big day ahead of us.

I gotta turn you in. There'll be questions.
It'll be past lunch before we're done.

Turn me in?

A lot of secrets, a lot of enemies.

Think it'd be
a short stay, don't you?

Now, don't you think we could
come to some arrangement?

- I don't think so.
- Now be honest with me.

If circumstances were different...

do you think
that we could-

Not in this lifetime.

Perhaps the next one.

- Indictments came down yesterday.
- That was quick.

They found the leak
in the U.S. Attorney's office...

and Evelyn-wow.

They're gonna be
workin' up her file for years.

She was a very, very bad girl.

I managed to keep you
out of it so far.

- It's gonna take some work.
- I appreciate that, Lucy.

Don't say I never did
anything for you.

I never would.

Did she say anything before-

She wished that things
had turned out differently.

Tell me about Doug and Jasper.

On their way to a new life
in an undisclosed location.

He's gonna have to
come back for trial.

Wanted you to have that.

And I have another
present for you.

It's your new identity.

It should get you
to D.C. or wherever.

Thank you, Lucy.

It's the least I could do.

What about your car? Whatever it
costs, I want to reimburse you.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not gonna be in Miami
that much longer.

- I'll see you again?
- Maybe.

- Lucy.
- Sam.

So, is that your new I.D.?

Yep.

I could get into the White House
pressroom with these documents.

- I don't think you're gonna need it.
- Why is that?

Just got a call from a buddy...

one of the guys I asked to keep an
eye out on this burn notice business.

- You might want to rethink your trip to D.C.
- Why? What'd he say?

The guy who burned you...

turns out you don't need to go up there
to see him, 'cause...

well, he's coming
down here to see you.

See me?

- What does that mean?
- I don't know.

Just a heads-up.

Well...

- looks like I'm gonna have to get the Charger fixed after all.
- Yeah.