Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 7 - Broken Rules - 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.

For anyone who works
in covert ops, names have a special power.

Knowing someone's real name, who they
work for,you've got something on them.

Out a spy in the field,
and you could get him killed.

Out a bureaucrat
in a restaurant-

Jason? Jason Bly.

and you'll just piss him off.

Good to see you.
I figured you'd find me sooner or later.

Everyone! Everyone!

This is OfficerJason Bly of the C.S.S.



It is a branch of the N.S.A., performing
covert intelligence support for the military.

- All right, that's enough.
- You think so?

I was going to go into the history of the
service a little, give people some background.

Not a bad picture.
I take terrible photo I.D.'s.

One of the reasons why I never worked
for any service branch directly.

I suppose you think
that you're gonna be able...

to leverage stealing
my agency I.D. card...

into a ticket off the blacklist?

No, I hadn't really thought about it.
I just want to get to know you better.

Yeah, well, I've been getting
to know you, uh, and your friends.

Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne...

your mother.

Oh, Bly. I thought I told you,
this is just between you and me.

See, I don't think so.

Adjusting to your
circumstances is a process.

It's natural for there to be some grieving,
some anger, some denial.

Involving your friends and family
is an important part of adjusting.

For example, your girlfriend Fiona.

She's not my girlfriend.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.
On again, off again.

That is a complicated
relationship, man.

I've been listening
to the surveillance tapes.

You know, I think-
Well, I think both of you have issues.

- One man's opinion.
- That's true.

She is coming here
to meet you, isn't she?

I mean, if my information is correct,
she should be here shortly.

Oh, hey. There she is.

Mike, she's a really
fine-looking girl.

She does take risks
though, doesn't she?

That car was stolen three weeks ago.

Have you looked inside the trunk?

Seems that she's been
doing some gun dealing.

Yeah, she can take care of herself.

No. You should talk to her.

You should talk to her because
if she gets caught,you may never be able...

- to resolve those thorny,
you know, relationship issues.

Oh, you should get going.

Hey, I'll get the check.

Hey! You crazy?

Go. Go!

Michael, what?

Bly set you up.

Do you have guns in the trunk? Fi?

A few semi-automatics, yeah.
I got a deal, Michael.

This guy was selling Browning
nine millimeters for 200 bucks apiece.

You have unregistered weapons
in a stolen car. Fi!

You know, you have
always had a problem with my work.

I have always supported you.

I'm helping people.
You're running guns.

Big difference.

Is the car at least clean?

Good.

The longer you run from the police...

the more certain you are
to get caught.

There's a small window of time
after a chase begins...

before backup arrives,
before helicopters are deployed.

If you want any chance
of getting away...

you'd best use this time
to find someplace secluded-

Here. Here.

and bail out.

See you back at the loft?

Yeah, 3-1-4 Sierra. I lost 'em.

Oh, here he is now. I'll talk to you later.

- Your mom says hi.
- How did you get here so fast?

Oh, I got a ride from a pleasant
retired gentleman named Hubert.

He was concerned for my safety.

Let me get this straight.
I was set up by Bly?

Revenge for stealing his wallet?

He wasn't gonna send you to jail.

That'd be too much paperwork
for him. He knew I'd save you.

Save me? I don't need saving.

The point is, it was a message for me...

to shut up and accept that
I've been burned for good...

or my friends and family are fair game.

Oh, I see.

I'm just curious. Which am I?

Can we discuss this later?

So once Bly is taken care of,
we can discuss us?

Sure.

I don't suppose killing him
would expedite that.

No, Fi, no.
He's the best connection I have.

He can tell me why I was burned,
who did this to me. I need to get some leverage.

If I gotta go to war with Bly,
I gotta put some cash together.

These guys come down and,
uh, make me give them money.

Every couple of days.

At first, they said
it was for protection.

Now they don't even bother to lie.

They work for this bruja,
Concha Ramirez.

She's got guys all around here.

A woman boss. How progressive.

Listen, pretty soon I can't
be in business no more.

Talked to my friend,Javier.

You helped him with that cabrón.

- Guy came after his kid.
- And asked him not to talk about it, yeah.

What exactly are you looking for?

I got 20 grand.

I want them out of the neighborhood.
No, I want them gone.

All these guys work
for this woman, Concha.

- Sounds like an organization. It might be tough.
- Javier said you could handle it.

- Oh, I'm flattered, but-
- They're ruining the neighborhood.

Okay, people who live here on this block
their whole lives are losing everything.

My pops built this place.
I ain't giving up without a fight.

Have you tried talking to the police?

They come, give me paperwork,
and go back to Coral Gables.

I try to get the neighborhood
to fight back, but they're scared, man.

We got families. I need your help.

Ten grand now, the rest after.

- I'll see what I can do.
- No. Don't "I'll see what I can do. " Do it.

- You're the last chance we got.
- Okay.

- Yeah, Sam.
- Hey, uh, Mike. We got a situation here.

Looks like your buddy Bly talked
to my girlfriend, and she's pissed.

Hi, honey. Yeah, she hit me with a-

What do you call it?
One of those, uh, meat tenderizers-

- Sam, get in here!
- Okay, honey. Just a minute.

- Well, do you want me to send an extraction team?
- I'll let you know.

Now, look. What are you
gonna do about Bly?

The son of a bitch is doing
a scorched earth number here.

I'm taking care of it, but see
if you can get out of there in one piece.

Yeah.

Sweetie? Hey, easy now. Come on.

A C.I.A. agent came into my home.

It wasn't C.I.A., it was C.S.S.
It's a branch of the National Security Agency.

He told me that you were seeing
that whore up in Bal Harbour.

I was just going to get my clothes.
It's over, pumpkin.

Oh,Jesus.

Mike, this is some serious
collateral damage.

- I mean, I like this girl. We gotta do something.
- I know, I know.

I think this'll be enough cash
to take care of Bly...

maybe even find out
why I was burned.

- What, are you gonna throw money at him?
- Something like that.

- I'll work out the details.
- You know anything about this gang?

They work for a Cuban émigré
named Concha Ramirez.

She works out of
a restaurant on Miami Beach.

Oh, I don't know, Mike.
Organized crime is a pain in the ass.

There's a reason I didn't become a fed.

We just need them to decide the neighborhood's
not worth the trouble and move on.

Scare the hell out of them.

- Sounds like fun.
- Let's do the recon...

check out her soldiers, take a look
at Concha and see what we're dealing with.

Here you go, Sam.
Buy your girlfriend some flowers.

Mike, it's gonna take
more than flowers.

I mean, she's pretty pissed.

Uh, this Bly was rude.
I mean, really rude.

She's feeling a little better now.
Okay, perfect. Thank you.

I'll get the check.

When are you gonna get a real car?
This thing's like a toy.

Hey, Veronica was
gonna get me a Cadillac...

until Mike's surveillance guy
screwed everything up.

A Cadillac?

What could you possibly
be doing to these women?

Wouldn't you like to know?

There she is.

Wow. Not bad for a crime boss.

Get in there.

In intelligence work,
surveillance is called coverage.

It's like basketball- You can
run zone defense or man-to-man.

Man-to-man's risky.

Follow someone too long,
they're going to get suspicious.

The zone is usually the way to go-

Stay put and let targets come to you.

Less obvious, easier on the feet.

And you can catch up
on your celebrity gossip.

They're leaning hard
on the neighborhood.

Bad business driving away people
who are paying you off.

So they're amateurs.
It'll make it easier to get rid of them.

I'm not sure it was a good idea
to give Sam the café.

Three Cuban coffees in,
his camera work gets kind of jittery.

It's not the coffee.

He has lady friend problems.

You know, I have to say,
Sam's romantic side is surprising.

- Not now, Fi.
- I'm talking about Sam.

And you're gonna use Sam
as a way to talk about us.

After. All right?

All right.

But I promise you...

if I'm not satisfied,
then I am gonna kick your ass.

Explaining the rules
of covert ops is always a challenge.

It's a world where good guys
look like bad guys...

and two wrongs do,
in fact, make a right.

- I gotta bust up your counter.
- You're gonna smash up my counter?

Yeah, and a few other things.
It's part of the plan, Ernie.

No, no. I got enough people
who want to smash up my place.

- No, I don't need any more!
- Ernie, the only way-

The only way this ends
is if these guys think...

they're up against
somebody worse than they are.

I thought you were supposed to protect the
neighborhood, like guard the place or something.

If I act like a security guard,
they're just gonna send more guys.

Yeah, but my friend said
you could fight.

He said you were, you know, Special Forces.

Bullets don't bounce
off my skin, Ernie.

I'm gonna solve this,
but I gotta do it my way. A nd Ernie-

- Ernie, look, I need your help.
- What do you want me to do?

I need you to spread the word that
some serious psycho robbed your place.

And please, please,
keep your mouth shut...

about hiring me,
or you'll get us both killed.

You understand?

There's no turning back,
Ernie, after I do this.

If you want to walk away,
now's the time.

I don't walk away. Do it.

All right, call the cops
in five minutes.

So my job is to say
that a psycho robbed my store.

- What's your job?
- Me? I get to be the psycho.

Trust me. That's the hard part.

As cover I.D.'s go, I prefer rich businessman...

or international playboy
to crazy thief.

But if the situation calls for it,
you do what you have to do.

What's this dude doin' on my car?

Oh, boys, boys, boys.
You need to do me a favor.

It's nothing personal, but you need
to leave the neighborhood.

- Yeah? Well, why is that?
- Because it's mine!

And they're outta here!

They made it back- barely. Nice work.

I'd say 8.5 style,
maybe nine for execution.

Quite a compliment. Keep an eye out.

See what moves they make.
They'll be back soon enough.

We get to babysit bad guys for a while.

- You've been checking that thing all day. You expecting a call?
- No.

Well, the-The lady friend.

- You send her flowers?
- Yes, I sent her flowers.

Why do you think
I'm checking my phone?

What did the card say?

- It said, "I'm sorry. Call me. "
- She doesn't need "I'm sorry. "

She needs to know who
you are, where she stands.

I would imagine.

All right. Well, let's say
I sent her a second card.

What would it say?

- Jason Bly. Always a pleasure.
- Nice job ditching the police the other day.

I knew you'd do it, but you always
manage those things with such style.

Maybe it's the sunglasses.
Where did you get them?

Oh, an Algerian special ops guy
I tangled with a while back.

He didn't need 'em anymore. I'd part
with them if you'd tell me why I got burned.

Tempting, but that's classified.

No, I just came by to see if you'd
reconsidered your position at all.

I've been reading up on your exploits.
You are a man of many talents.

- Nice to be appreciated.
- My hope-

my commitment, really-

is that you'll find a new outlet
for your skills here in Miami-

a new outlet that involves
you settling down...

and no longer making problems
for the intelligence community.

I see. You got any ideas?

Well, I realize that
you probably don't have much...

in the way of job references
from your times...

in Afghanistan or
the former Soviet republics...

so I am prepared to offer you
full-time employment...

papers and references.

You'll start as
a security guard at a bank.

And who knows where
things might go from there.

Really? A security guard?

A new life as a private citizen.

- A spook no more.
- I'll think about it.

You do that. I'll be in touch.

Barry, it's Michael.

We need to meet.

I want you to set up a business
for a friend of mine-

A government worker.
Name's Jason Bly, B-L-Y.

What kind of business you have
in mind for your friend?

Let's keep it vague.

I supply the cash,
but I need you to set it up.

He'll need some bank accounts,
an offshore corporation or two.

He'll need to make some purchases.

- Is your friend gonna know about this business?
- I'd like it to be a surprise.

So I help you set up
this schmuck, Bly.

I just want to know-
What's in it for me?

Thirty percent commission
and I'll owe you one.

Oh, three grand. Come on.

- I'll do it, but you'll owe me big.
- You know I'm good for it.

How do you think I feel? This is crazy.

I give you all this money, and then
I don't even see you around my place?

As far as they're concerned,
I'm a criminal terrorizing their neighborhood.

How's it gonna look
if we're seen together?

They came back, you know.
More of them this time.

- They hit a couple of places down the block.
- Of course they did.

They're not gonna leave your neighborhood
alone because a couple of guys got beat up.

It's a business, Ernie.
They're making money.

- So when are they gonna leave the neighborhood?
- When I make it clear to them...

that the cost of doing business in your
neighborhood will be unacceptably high.

That better be soon.

The term
"shock and awe"gets misused a lot these days.

It's a popular name for a military tactic
known as "rapid dominance. "

What's up?

Whether you do it with a thousand-pound bomb...

or with a can of turpentine
and a power drill...

it's all about being spectacular.

Kill the electronic brain
of any late-model car, and it's dead.

Won't start. Windows won't open.

Then you can pretty much do
whatever you want.

Highly flammable! You shoot me,
you set yourself on fire.

But that won't kill you.

The fire will suck all the oxygen out
and you'll suffocate.

Then you'll burn,
but first you'll suffocate to death.

Fascinating, isn't it?
Gimme the money.

Gimme the money!

NowI Let's goI

Rápido!

This neighborhood is mine! You hear me?

My neighborhood!
My neighborhood!

My neighborhood!
This neighborhood is mine!

Piss off a criminal
organization and you could end up dead.

You're pretty slick, huh?

But if they don't kill you,
they've got plans for you.

Come on. Come with me. Go.

There's no substitute for improvisation.

Even the best plans can't anticipate everything.

You better be able to roll with the punches.

Get him up. Bring him here.

My name is Consuela.
They call me Concha.

- Nice to meet ya, Consuela.
- Shut up.

- What?
- Diego, por favor.

That, uh, bodega that you robbed-

You know, that guy, the owner-
He gives us a lot of trouble.

- Doesn't seem so tough to me.
- You could have saved us a lot of trouble if you killed him.

But you attack Luis,
you attack Oscar.

Now everybody's talking about
the crazy gringo. I think I have to meet him.

Crazy? I like to think
of myself as dedicated.

Sí. But you have to understand something.

This block, for me, is not about money
from some small shops.

It's about real estate. ¿Entiendes?

- Oh, you're buying it.
- Exactly.

And when the business gets bad enough,
they will sell... to me.

You know, I thought
about killing you, but then I think...

" Well, maybe no, no, no.
Maybe I'll have this guy work for me. "

Work for you? The thing is,
I'm not the employee type.

Uh, I've had some problems in the past
with some jobs, some unpleasantness-

You know, water cooler stuff,but-

Like I said, I am very determined.

You will work for me.

They say you only get one chance...

to make a first impression
with an employer.

Doesn't matter if you're
a store manager or a strong-arm guy.

You've got to put
your best foot forward.

We make collections
every two or three days.

Do about half the stores on the street.

- Next time, we do the others.
- Where are your boys?

They don't make collections
around here no more- Not with you, anyway.

Tell 'em I said hi.

Hey, you can do that psycho crap
with Concha, but not with me.

¿Comprendes? And I don't want you pouring
turpentine on nobody while we're working.

You got that?

- How's the real estate business goin'?
- Eh, it's too complicated.

I'm old school. Used to be a bookie.

Worked down at jai alai, lent money,
had my own crew.

The guy I worked for, though,
was into a lot of money with Concha.

Crazy puta shot him right in front
of his kids during a birthday party...

but I needed the work,
so I ended up with her.

How's it workin' for a lady boss?

Uh, woman, man-
I don't care, you know?

I just don't want to be out
in the street working at my age.

This place-The guy's behind a little.

Just have to push him a little bit.

- Not too much, though. You understand?
- Not too much.

- He's an old man.
- Okay, look.

You want this neighborhood
to go down fast, right?

This nickel-and-dime stuff
is gonna take forever.

Any new employer
is looking for the same things.

Are you willing to go
the extra mile?

Can you take the initiative,
impress them?

You want this neighborhood to go downhill?
I'll show you how to do it.

Hey, honey! Honey! Yeah, you!

Get outta the car!
Get outta the car!

Get outI Gimme your bagI

Gimme your money!
Gimme your money! Fi, sell it.

Give itI

Gimme your bag.
Fi!

Fi, cut it out! Gimme the bag, Fi.
Now,just- Oh!

- See, this is how you get a neighborhood!
- ¿Está loco, man?

- Come on. Let's go.
- This is how you-

- NoI
- You understand me?

We don't do this, man.

- What did I say, huh?
- Oh, whatever.

- I thought the point was-
- Look, you start mugging people on the street...

- we're gonna have the cops down here!
- I understand.

Now we can't make no more
collections today.

- Well, she's got a hundred bucks. Here, it's for you.
- Aah!

- We gotta talk to Concha about this later.
- Okay.

- You understand?
- Oh, yeah. I do.

- No tiene nada aquí.
- Okay.

Bye-bye.

AhI You're home.

Oh, Michael Westen,
you look fabulous.

Good thing about being out of a job-
I can dress how I like now.

One of your little side projects.
I don't want to know.

I hope you don't mind.
I let myself in.

No, no, no. Make yourself comfortable.

- You want a yogurt or something?
- I had one. Not bad.

I don't want to sound
inhospitable, but...

don't you need a warrant to be in here?

Aren't your superiors
going to be a little concerned?

We're a little past warrants, aren't we?

I don't think you and I need to worry
about official protocol at this point.

- You know, Westen, you're the one that made this personal.
- You got a new rental car.

Yeah. They upgraded me yesterday.

Man, I have to say, Miami
has treated me pretty well.

That makes one of us.

Listen, I hope that
you took my job offer seriously...

because round one
was just a warm-up.

In round two, your brother lands
in jail if he's not careful...

and Fiona has some associates
who are very interested to know where she is.

Angry, angry people.

What do you say?

Leave 'em alone, Bly.
I'll take the job.

Good call. Good call.

You're gonna love
being a security guard.

Oh! You get to brush up
on your reading, and-and-

Well, you get to brush up on your reading.

All right. We'll talk soon.

In any new job,
there's always friction with your coworkers.

They're wondering if the boss
likes the new guy better...

ifhe's going to make them look bad.

In some jobs, that can get you
a dark look in the break room.

In other jobs, that can get you
a bullet in the back of the head.

I wish I could have seen it. So you went
right in the car and you took her purse?

- You should have seen her face when I opened the door.
- Cops came later, man.

They were all over the street, asking
questions for hours, trying to find the lady.

Oh, you know, Diego's right, of course.

Street crime like that
can be very dangerous for us.

- But I appreciate your dedication.
- He can't go back there now.

He can't make collections
with cops asking everyone about him.

Diego, un momento, por favor.

- I don't think that guy likes me.
- He's old-fashioned.

Wants rules.

- He likes when people respect the rules.
- And you?

When the Coast Guard
found me, I had nothing. Mira.

I didn't build all of this...

by following rules.

However you pull it off, sign me up.

I want to talk to you
about something.

A special job.

You know the bodega-
The one that you robbed?

Do you want me
to knock it off again?

- There's not much there.
- No, no, no.

It's this man, the owner. Ernie Paseo.

He makes lots of problems for us.

He calls the cops, he talks to the neighbor,
he meets with them.

- I hear he's thinking about getting outside security too.
- Sounds like a problem.

Mmm. A problem that I think
you can make go away.

He goes, the whole neighborhood
goes with him in just a few months.

Kill him?

- Sí. Maybe a fire.
- Mmm.

Do the whole family...

because I don't want to deal
with lawyers or inheritance.

She wants to kill me?

- I thought you were gonna make this better.
- I'm working on it, Ernie.

- She can kill my whole family?
- Well, she's a shark, Ernie.

She plans on killing me too,
if that makes you feel any better.

- Can we call the police?
- No, I'm supposed to be a hit man.

It's not like I can get them on tape...

and the police won't be able to do anything,
and Concha will come after both of us.

Just trust me.

You need to get out of town, and I'll
let you know when it's safe to come back.

- Thirty years, the store's never been closed.
- Then it's time for a vacation.

Take your family, go to Disney World.
Just get out of town.

You can do this, huh?
I'm giving you everything. All my savings.

And I promise you,
I'm earning every penny.

I can do this.

I just need you to trust me.

Military firebombs are typically...

white phosphorus
or chlorine trifluoride.

These are remarkably effective...

but they're also unstable,
lethally toxic...

and hard to find
at the grocery store.

The main ingredient in a homemade
firebomb, on the other hand...

is Styrofoam.

A military demolitions expert can
put something together in a few hours.

An I.R.A.- trained guerrilla
can do it in 20 minutes, give or take.

All right, Fi. I'm off.

I'll talk to you later.

Be careful out there.

All right, so you do this
and you call me after, all right?

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

I put the bomb down,
it goes boom. Nice and easy.

We'll meet later. I'll take you to Concha.
Everything gonna be-

Hey, uh- Bodega is-is never closed.

- Somebody told him.
- Nobody told him.

- Then why isn't he-
- Because you're the target, Diego, not Ernie.

I'm sorry I gotta do this.
I talked to Concha.

She told me to do it.
It's nobody's fault.

It's just, times are
changing and you gotta go.

She told you to kill me?

Yeah, she told me I could do it
before or after Ernie.

- I figure it was just easier to do it now.
- I was supposed to kill you.

- What?
- I was suppose to kill you.

- That's what she- She told you?
- Yeah.

Oh!

'Cause then-And then-

Me and you. Probably she'll do it later.

- That's how she does it, you know?
- Oh.

She doesn't care about anybody, man.

She did my own boss the same way.

Listen to me. She'll do you, too.

Turn around, on your knees.
On your knees!

Listen to me. Listen to me!
Concha's crazy.

- Yeah, no arguments here.
- She's-

She's killing people- Our people.

It's got to stop.

I should have stopped it
a long time ago.

We shouldn't be here
doing these things, huh?

Maybe you're just a psycho.

If that's true, then shoot me. Shoot me.

But if not, let me finish this.
I will deal with Concha.

You walk away, I walk away.

I walk away. Never see each other.

The neighborhood is yours.

How would you do it?

Being a spy,you have to get comfortable...

with the idea of people
doing bad things for good reasons-

doing good things for bad reasons.

You do the best you can.

Come onI Come onI

You can go back to your store.

They're never gonna come
to your neighborhood again.

- You can count it.
- No.

- It's all there.
- It's all right.

Actually, here.

That's most of it back,
less some expenses.

I just needed a wad of cash to run
through some bank accounts.

It's, uh, complicated.
I wasn't gonna take your life savings.

I don't know what to say.

- I want to tell the others.
- Oh, Ernie, no.

- So that they know what you did.
- No, seriously. It ends here.

For everyone's safety,you can
never tell anyone- ever-about this.

I'm just some crazy guy
who robbed your store one day.

And we can never meet again.
You understand?

- Thank you.
- Okay.

I gotta go.

The retirement luncheon
for Michael Westen. I love it.

- I should have brought you a gold watch.
- Have a seat.

I have your new life right here.

You'll start on the night shift.

But if you're a good boy, you work hard,
keep your nose clean...

you will be the day security manager
in a couple years.

And I think that there's
a dental plan in there too.

This... is awkward.

I've decided not to take the job.

Oh, Michael.

I am down here on a government paycheck.

The good citizens of this country
are gonna continue...

to pay me to make
your life miserable.

I am telling you,
take a look at this folder.

It'll be much easier for both of us.

Actually, I have an even bigger folder.

You like to talk about our close
personal friendship. I took it a step further.

I set up an offshore business
in both of our names.

I gave you $ 100,000 in cash
over the last week.

Actually, it's just 10 grand
deposited over and over...

but it sure looks like
a whole lot of money.

- What are you talking about?
- Not done.

There are other things
that document our friendship.

Uh, there's you in my place
without a warrant...

eating my yogurt.

There you are riding around
in a convertible Mustang...

which I upgraded you to-
you're welcome.

I gotta say, it looks pretty convincing to me.

That's a career ender there, Agent Bly.

All right. I'm listening.

I want the dossier
on my burn notice.

Yeah. Confidential. I know.

But since we're such
close personal friends...

we can keep this just between us.

I'll wait for your call, buddy.

Hey, buddy.

Listen, I just wanted to let you
know that the lady friend...

got a big fat apology
from your buddy Bly...

so you pulled it off.

- It worked out okay?
- Oh, better than okay. I got a toothbrush here now.

And uh, I think I might get that Cadillac, too.
Kind of a makeup present.

- So there's no hard feelings?
- No, no. I think it boosted my cred, actually.

I mean, I got the C.S.S. to back off.

- I got some super spy juice goin' now.
- Glad I could help, Sam.

Oh, uh, Mike. One other thing
I wanted to give you a heads up on.

- Yeah?
- Well, I just got off the phone with Fi a few minutes ago.

You know, she's been helping me
with this whole, uh, girlfriend thing...

and just wanted to tell
you man-to-man...

you better get ready
for the big talk.

She is comin' over there.
I mean, she should be there any minute now.

Gotta go.

- Hi.
- So, Bly is gone.

As promised, we talk about us...

or I kick your ass.

Fi, I don't know what to tell you.

- You promised, Michael.
- Yeah, I promised to talk about it.

I didn't promise
I'd know what to say.

You know, I just want
to know where I stand.

I- I've been here a while. It's been fun.

Is this going anywhere?

Fi, do you remember when we were together?
We were profoundly unhappy.

I still have scars to prove it.
You remember?

- Dublin, Germany-
- Yes.

I just can't do that again.

So you want to be with someone else?

No.

Fi.

As unhappy as we were,
I don't think there's anyone...

I could be with that would
make me happier than you.

- And I don't know if that's good enough.
- It's not.

Oh, sorry, sorry. Fi, Fi.

I didn't mean that.

Fi.

Um, Fi, hold on.

Hold on. Wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Ow!

Ow.

You're gonna get yourself hurt.

Stop it.

I'm warning you. Fiona.

No.

In any kind of covert intelligence operation...

it's important to be careful
what you wish for.

The information that
you fight so hard to get...

may be everything
you wished for-

Or it may just make your life
more complicated.

Thanks.

Have fun with it.