Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 9 - Hard Bargain - 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.

Oh,you must be
getting used to this.

Isn't there a part of you
that's beginning to like Miami?

- It's fine.
- Fine?

There are people who come
here from all over the world.

They don't have waterfront
like this in Afghanistan.

Doesn't rain as much
either there.

There are pleasant parts of Afghanistan.
The mountains are nice.

Maybe we can vacation there
someday.

Well, when you can travel again,
of course.



Some special occasion.

Speaking of which,
it's my birthday in a few days.

- Did you get me anything yet?
- Yeah, I got you something.

You know, for someone who's worked
as a professional liar for most of his career...

you're not terribly good
at it when it counts.

What's he doing,
your mystery man?

Getting heatstroke,
it looks like.

Well, Michael...

I'm pretending that I'm here
for more than just tactical backup.

We're supposed to be playing
boyfriend and girlfriend.

Do you want me to get you a shaved ice, Fi?
I mean, I need someone, okay?

What's this guy's name again?

Perry Clark. At least that's the name
he gave me on the phone.

And he said he was here
to review your status?

That's desk jockey jargon
for what now?

He may be able to get me off the blacklist,
revoke my burn notice.

- And now you're about to piss him
off on purpose.

Just a precaution, Fi.
I have learned to be careful.

Work around spies
for awhile and you learn to be careful...

when it looks like
you're getting what you want.

That's when you tend to let your
guard down, get careless.

- Briefcase down. Briefcase down.
- Well, look at him, Michael.

He's a cubicle monkey.

Calling the cops
on someone can teach you a lot.

A foreign agent would run,
so might an armed assassin.

A bureaucrat's going
to act like a bureaucrat.

- You can't look in that, sir.
- I think he just passed your little test.

All righty.

Well, aren't you
gonna talk to him?

Now might not be the best time.

Put your hands in the air, sir.
Put your hands in the air.

I work at C.S.S.

I have been more
than patient, Mr. Westen.

I was willing to meet you in a public park,
as you requested...

rather than my office.

I came down in the middle
of my workday.

I'm sorry.
I must have missed you.

Yeah, I-I had a conversation
with the police...

about a suspicious
man matching my description.

Y- You're not the first
field op I've dealt with, Mr. Westen.

Believe me, I've been vetted
every which way.

Maybe we can set up a new time.

Yeah, I have had enough
of new times and-and places and tests.

I hope I don't have to remind
you that my recommendation...

carries weight when it comes to
removing you from this blacklist.

Bureaucrats live for respect.

East of the Balkans,
that means a bribe.

In the West, it's more about showing
you know they're in charge.

And I expect a little more
consideration for my time.

Y- Yeah, I apologize.

Uh, yeah. It won't happen again.
It's just, uh-

I talked with the man on the phone
who burned me recently.

He seemed unhappy.

This is not about one
N.S.A. officer...

who acted on information
in a file.

This is a departmental
review in which I am-

Let's set up a new time, a new place to meet.
We'll review the file.

I'll check my schedule.

Thank you.

You keep pissing him off,
Michael, you'll be in Miami forever.

At least I'll get an answer.

The government sent him down here,
and he's not gonna go back to D.C...

without getting
a verdict on me.

- Not at his pay grade, anyway.
- You think you could convince him that you were set up?

I read the dossier.
It's pretty convincing.

Yeah, Sam.

Mike, I'm on my way over.
There's that thing...

I need you to help
me look into right away.

Sam, I'm in the middle of-

- New car.
- Yeah. It's a gift from the lady friend.

I got it yesterday.
It's like driving on a cloud.

- What exactly do you do for these women, Sam?
- Well-

- Never mind.
- Anyway, thanks for comin'.

- I didn't have much choice.
- Yeah, well, you owe me.

I've been checking into this
guy who came down from D.C.

- What did you find out?
- I'm still workin' on it, but he's a-

He's a paper-pusher.
He's a name in a cubicle.

- That's all you got?
- Well, you know...

with the crap you've been doin',
I'm not gettin' much love in D.C.

- Keep diggin', Sam. Keep diggin'.
- I will, brother.

Anyway, so this guy we're gonna go see,
my lady friend hooked me up with him.

He's got some kind of problem and he heard
that she had a boyfriend who could help.

He heard that she had
a boyfriend that could help?

I was vague. I said I was a freelance
superhero Robin Hood kind of guy.

That's vague?

Mike, a house like this...

I mean, it's probably some expensive
kitten up a tree, a cakewalk.

- You're Sam?
- Yeah, I'm Sam.

- Thanks for meeting me, man.
- Yeah, no problem.

- This is Michael- the guy I told you about
over the phone. - Yeah, your assistant.

- What's up, bro?
- Uh- Oh. Uh, no, no.

It's actually more like
a partner sort of thing.

- So Veronica said you want to talk.
- Yeah, dude.

I've got a serious problem.

- Come inside.
- After you.

Place like this...

you could have called Halliburton
to help you out.

Halliburton?

I don't know him.

I'm saying you seem to be doing
pretty well for yourself,Nick.

Oh, no. I-I don't own this.
I'm a house sitter.

- I work three or four estates on the island.
- That's a job, house sitter?

These people are only here
a few weeks out of the year.

- Okay, so do you need an application for that or-
- Sam.

Tell me your problem, Nick.

That's Dawn.
She's my fiancée.

She was kidnapped
the day before yesterday...

and the people that took her want, like,
five million dollars.

And they think you have that
kind of money?

Well, the- th-the thing
about this job...

is that you drive these cars
and you stay in these houses...

and people kind of think
that you own them,you know?

And it gets harder to tell 'em
that you don't.

And your fiancée thinks
that you own these things.

Kind of.
I guess, yeah.

Look, I didn't want to tell her
I was lying to everyone.

I was afraid I'd lose her, man.

- I don't know what to do, bro.
- What you need to do is call the police.

I can't. They said that they would kill her
if I did. They said they'd know.

Here, they sent me this.

They kidnapped that girl last year,
and her family called the cops.

And now she's dead. I got, like,
an hour before they're gonna call.

I told them that I was trying to get
the money together, but-

An hour?

Man, I got nowhere else to turn.

Look, you can have anything you want.
I got about 15 grand.

I got a surfboard collection.
Anything. You got it.

Are you guys gonna help me or not?
They're gonna kill her.

Okay. Okay. Sam,
why don't you go get Fi.

I think we're gonna need
a little help on this cakewalk.

I'm on it, Mike.

Okay, Nick.
Let's get you ready.

About 40%
ofkidnapping victims are released safely.

These statistics are affected
by a number of factors...

including the nationality
of the kidnappers...

the age of the victim and whether
a hostage negotiator is employed.

I can't do this, man.
What's the point?

They want, like,
five million bucks.

The odds go down sharply if no one
has any money to pay the ransom.

Keep it together, Nick.
You're doin' fine.

- Just stick to the script. Do it like we practiced.
- Really?

- It's gonna be okay?
- Let's just get through this.

Okay.

Now, do they usually
call on time or-

Well, that answers that question.

Just like we rehearsed. Pick it up.

Nick.

Pick up the phone.
Nick.

Three, two, one.

- Hello.
- You have the money?

Uh, I'm gettin' it. I just-
I need to know if she's alive first.

You talking to the police?

- No, man. I-
- She's fine.

I just need to know
that Dawn's okay.

But if you don't pay,
she won't be.

Well, I'm not gonna pay
until I get to see her.

I need to know
you didn't hurt her.

You want five million bucks,
I want to see a video.

You're pushing it, carajo.
You're really pushing it. Now, hang on.

A kidnapping is a business deal.

The bad guys have negotiating power since
they're selling the life of a loved one.

But, then again, they have a market of one,
so they have to work with you.

Go to the Coconut Grove Mall.

Two hours.
We'll call you.

Jesus! Oh,Jesus.

- I thought I was gonna puke, bro.
- You did fine, Nick. You did fine.

So you understand, you pick up
the package and you walk away.

- You got it?
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

You don't look at us. You don't talk to us.
Just walk out with the video.

Fiona and I will be watching to see
if the kidnappers have someone there...

and Sam will follow
in the car ifhe sees anyone leave.

Okay.
So I walk to the car.

- Okay.
- No, Nick. Focus. You just walk away.

Walk away.

You pick up the package and you leave.
Like we're not even there.

- But wait, you will be there, right?
- Yes, we will be there.

- Okay.
- Okay. Go ahead.

Unlock it first.

Okay.

Working with untrained amateurs
introduces an element of risk.

It's a risk you have to live
with in a lot of operations...

although you often find yourself
wishing everyone went through...

Green Beret training in high school.

Green Beret training in high school.

Are you buying me
a birthday card?

Just window shopping, Fi.
You got eyes on Nick?

Yes. All the way...

from the escalators to that
charming little lingerie store.

They have a fabulous little teddy in there.
Make a great gift.

I've never seen you wear
anything but men's shirts to bed.

Fair enough.

There a men's store on the third floor.
Nice selection.

The ones with the big buttons
are easier to undo.

Focus, Fi. Can you see people
on my side of the mall?

- 'Cause I can't look at everybody.
- Yeah.

Oh, Nick just got a call...

and he's looking around.

There he goes.
Anyone looking curious?

There a decent candidate at the café,
gray shirt, on your 2:00.

Ah, I see.

How's our ace operative
performing?

Looking good. He's going to get
the package now.

Okay, Nick.
Walk away.

Just walk away, Nick.

No, don't-Don't-

He made me, Fi.

WhoaI

Where are you going?

- Damn!
- Ow!

Once a kidnapper knows you're onto him...

he'll try to contact his partners to have
the hostage killed.

At that point,you have a choice.

You can start choosing wreathes
for the hostage's funeral-

or take a hostage of your own.

Thanks.

Nick,just pay them
what they want, please.

I wanna go home.
They're gonna call you tonight.

Jesus.
Oh, I'm so sorry.

- I'm so sorry.
- Okay, stop saying that.

Oh, God.
I screwed everything up, bro.

Seriously, stop talking.

Stop moaning now. It's the moan-

Nick,
stop moaning!

Listen, Nick.

I'm not saying I'm happy with how things
went down today either...

but this can still
work out.

- In some ways, we're better off.
- How?

How are we better off, dude?
You got some kidnapper tied up someplace.

You got Dawn-

Oh, wait.
Oh, I get it.

- You're gonna trade Dawn for the dude.
- No.

He's just a hired hand.
If they find out we've got their guy...

- they'll kill her immediately, probably leave town.
- So how are we better off?

- They want five million dollars or they kill Dawn, yes?
- Right.

- Last I checked, we don't have five million dollars. Right?
- No.

So our only hope is to find Dawn before they
find out we don't have five million dollars.

We will convince this guy
to help us find Dawn.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

The art of turning
someone into a double agent is delicate.

The target has to be put into
a fragile psychological state.

Get this crazy bitch
away from me!

Fortunately, fragile psychological states
are a specialty of Fiona's.

I was just helping our friend Lucio
into a more cooperative mood.

- Where's Sam?
- Had to get some air.

It was gettin' a little, uh,
loud in here.

So what do we know
about our new friend?

Well, his name is
Lucio Velasquez.

Colombian national.
He has got a rap sheet here and at home.

He and his brother ran an
extortion racket in Colombia.

- His brother got caught, Lucio ran.
- Good to meet you, Lucio.

You know what?
Go ahead and Taser me all you want.

- I'm not gonna tell you nothin'.
- Taser? Oh, no.

We have something much better
than a Taser. We've got an instant camera.

It's always easier to turn someone who works
for a criminal gang into a double agent.

The more secretive and ruthless
their side is, the better.

You work on their fear that any hint of
disloyalty will get them killed by their own people.

Lucio, you need to think about
your situation very carefully.

You have been caught in the
middle of a delicate assignment.

Say we let you go and give this
photo to your boss-

Along with a cooperating
witness statement...

- you're about to give to the F.B.I.
- No, no, no, no.

- I never made no statement.
- Here's the form.

Looks real, huh? We'll fill it out,
sign it on your behalf.

- Sam's good with the computer.
- Thanks, Mike. It's just Photoshop.

Oh, look here.
You have a summons.

It means you're going to testify
in court against your boss.

So anyway...

we take the photo,
we put it in the file.

Sam here has ties to the F.B.I.
and other government agencies...

just in case your boss
does his homework.

I have to say, you guys look
pretty tight here.

My guess is he won't feel right
until you're dead.

- What do you want, man?
- You now work for us, Lucio.

You tell us what we want to know
and you do what we say...

and that is how
you will stay alive.

- Where's Dawn?
- I don't know.

- You don't know, Lucio?
- No, no, no. I swear.

I swear. I don't know.

- Reyes keeps everything separate.
- Reyes,your boss.

I find people, uh,
in clubs, in rich neighborhoods...

and then Reyes, he does the job
with two other guys.

Someone else guards the hostages.
Everything is separate.

Nobody knows each other.
He does that for security.

Let me be clear here.
The girl dies,you die.

- If you're lying-
- I'm not lying. All right?

Now I need to check in with Reyes
right now. I'm already late.

- He's gonna know that something is wrong.
- Fine. Call him.

You broke your foot walking down
the stairs at the mall.

- You forgot to call.
- Broke my foot? I didn't break my foot.

There you go. There are a lot of little
bones in your foot...

so you'll be able
to walk.

You want to
borrow the Mercedes, man?

- Yeah.
- Just please try not to scratch that car.

- Yeah.
- Just please try not to scratch that car.

It's an S550 A.M.G. worth,
like, 120 grand.

And we need a house.

There a penthouse downtown that I watch.
What do you need it for?

We need to find where Dawn is being kept.
Lucio doesn't know.

His job is just finding targets
for Reyes...

so we're gonna have Lucio bring him
a new target-

- a rich society wife.
- Enchanté.

- And a disgruntled bodyguard.
- Ya bitch.

Talk to Reyes, tell him I'm willing
to help him pull the job.

But he's gotta show me
where he keeps the hostages.

Hopefully, they'll bring Sam
to where Dawn is and we can grab her.

But we gotta move fast. And we need
a target that will make him drool.

From Karachi to Bogotá...

every kidnapper's favorite resource
is a corrupt employee.

The husband's worth 200 million.
Good work, Lucio.

An employee can handle alarms, police.

You can get financial
information, bank accounts.

You've even got a fall guy
if anything goes wrong.

To a professional kidnapper,
a good man on the inside is worth a lot.

And a bad man on the inside
is worth even more.

- Lucio.
- Okay, okay. I can't do this.

Okay, man, I can't.
Reyes is gonna kill me if he finds out.

Well, that's the point, Lucio. You do your job
well, he won't find out and you'll stay alive.

Did Reyes like our little business opportunity?

The rich lady and the bodyguard?
Yeah. Uh, he loved it.

Okay, we've been following
'em around all day.

- He wants to meet with your guy, talk terms.
- What about Dawn?

He's impatient. Look,
the guy wants his money.

I held him off a little bit, but-but I-I don't
know if I can do it much longer.

I'm supposed to be calling you
right now and telling you...

that you only got 12 hours
or the girl's dead.

Tell him 12 hours
isn't long enough.

Tell him Nick's family has
hired a hostage negotiator...

and that the guy wants
to talk to him in person.

With Reyes? No, no. Come on.
You can't be serious.

You convince him it's the best
way for him to get his money.

We just need to buy enough time
to find Dawn and then you're done, Lucio.

- You'll do it?
- Do I got a choice?

No, you don't. You got my number.
Tell me where and when.

The thing about doubling anyone...

is that the more they do
for you, the deeper they get.

The deeper they get,
the more you can make them do.

Great if you're running them,
but hard on the source.

The suicide rate is above
average.

I understand your concerns,
Mr. Westen.

I have worked with field
operatives before.

I may find your priorities
somewhat baroque and unnecessary...

but I suppose that's
why I work in an office...

and you run around
the world with guns.

I suppose so, yes.

So, you've now had your opportunity
to screen me in public.

Are you satisfied that I'm not some
shadow figure sent to liquidate you?

- Can we do our business now?
- Yes.

Now, I have security
concerns of my own.

As I'm sure you're aware,
your case has certain issues...

pertaining to
national security.

Uh, issues that require
a private venue.

Now my office in Fort
Lauderdale is more-

I would not be able to make it up there
for at least a few days.

That's unfortunate.

Maybe this isn't important enough to you,
Mr. Westen. I have to get back to D.C.

You could come by my place
the night after tomorrow.

You hope to gain some sort
of home court advantage?

No, it's just that I need to be around here
for the next few days for my day job.

If there were any other way,
believe me-

Fine.
Call me with a time.

Thank you.

Yeah?

You wanted to talk to me.

Andrew Chambers, hostage
negotiator for the family.

Okay, you got a sniper trained
on you, Mr. Chambers.

Tell me why
I shouldn't kill you?

Nick's family's not gonna pay
if you shoot the negotiator.

- You'd end up with nothing for your trouble.
- How do I know you're not a cop?

Cops don't make themselves
available as potential hostages.

They don't get paid enough
for that. And I don't know...

what the magnification is on your
sniper's scope, but the label-

The label's Armani. Cops don't fit Armani.
How do I look?

I look good, right?

You gonna keep playing games?
'Cause I got all day.

Nice suit. Get in.

I like doing my meetings this way.
I hope you don't mind.

Nah. Fine by me.

You know I'm not
wearing a wire. Smart.

Plus, the massage music,
it's really nice and calming.

Okay. All right. Look, let me
get straight to the point.

I'm gonna have a hard time getting Nick's
family to pay five million dollars for Dawn.

- Oh, is that so?
- Dawn's not part of the family...

and the engagement really
isn't that official yet.

I don't want to talk out of school, but I don't
think the family likes her very much.

But I wonder how much they would pay
for a smart-ass hostage negotiator.

Trust me, at my hourly rate,
you'd be doing them a favor.

Sweetie, can you go a little
lower and to the left?

I have a trouble spot right about-
Yeah, right there.

Okay, so give me a number,
a counteroffer.

I think I can close
at a million.

One million?
That's 20% of my price.

Mmm, you are good
with numbers.

I take 20% of my price,
I give you 20% of the girl.

Hostage negotiators hear that one a lot.
It's funny the first few times.

- Oh, you think I was joking?
- It comes down to how much we're willing to move on the price.

I gave you a number.
Now it's your turn.

Three million.
That's as low as I go.

Three million's gonna be
a tough sell.

I'll bring it to the family.
They'll need 72 hours to think it over.

Forty-eight hours.
After that, the girl dies.

Forty-eight hours I can do. Now, could
you have one of your boys turn the heat up...

'cause it's a little chilly.

- They paid you for the whole hour, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that a Makarov?

I don't know. The-The-The guy
who owns this place...

- is into guns and stuff. - Well, that's
a Soviet-issue sidearm from 1951, I think.

- It's a beautiful piece.
- I guess, yeah.

...begin the evening forJosh Beckett.

- How big is that?
- It's, uh, 60 inches, I think.

Quality's nice.

- Is that satellite?
- It's, uh, DirecTV H.D.

That's why
the picture's bigger.

What the hell are
we talking about?

I know that you asked me
to stop talking about it...

and just stay here and watch TV,
but I can't watch anymore.

Are you gonna be able to save her?
Please say yes.

We're working on it.

- How did we do?
- Uh, I bought us 48 hours.

- Ah.
- Yeah. I'm setting up a meeting with, uh, Lucio tonight.

Lucio's gonna set up a meeting
with Sam...

and Sam will get them to tell us
where they keep the hostages.

And we're gonna finish this.

Reyes wants to meet your guy
tomorrow to set up this job.

- He wants to move on it quick.
- Did you get a time?

Yeah, noon. I think he's getting
sick of waiting.

- He wants to get rid of the girl.
- Hold him off, Lucio.

- Remember, if she dies-
- Yeah, I die too.

We keep this up though, man,
I'm dead anyway.

- We on?
- We're on.

G.R.S. devices are becoming more
and more common these days.

Mostly they're for nervous
parents tracking children...

but they're perfectly
good for other uses.

- Is it working?
- Yeah. Like a charm, Mike.

You can follow me all over Miami
with that thing.

Now look, wouldn't it be easier...

to grab her when she takes
her morning jog along the beach...

6:00 a. m. every single day,
nice and early?

I'll consider it.

- So, look, you're the big boss man here, right?
- That's what they tell me.

Okay, then you should know
I'm taking a pretty big risk here...

so I expect
to be rewarded.

I mean, this is my employer
we're talking about kidnapping here.

- As soon as this goes down, I'm out of a job.
- All right.

Well, if what you tell me about
her husband is true...

- you'll be very wealthy when you finish.
- I like the sound of that.

All right now. Look.
If this is gonna happen...

I gotta know the vehicle
you're taking her in...

and I want to see where
you're gonna keep her.

'Cause I hear stories of people
being shoved in dungeons and crap like that.

That ain't gonna fly.
She can't get hurt.

She gets hurt,
we get a lot of extra heat here.

We take care of the operation, okay?

Oh, no. You hold it right there,
my Colombian friend.

This is 20 million bucks
we're talking about...

and you've been onto my ass about every
little detail about how I deliver her.

As of right now, I'm on the hook for life
without parole for kidnapping, same as you, buddy.

So you like it or not,
we're a team.

Fine, I'll show you.
Come on.

- They're on the move.
- Got him.

- This is the type of car you use to grab 'em?
- Yeah.

We prepare them like this.
We use 'em once and then we discard them.

Shame to discard it.

When this job is over,
might get me one of these.

Might get two.

Still has that new car smell.

So this is where you keep 'em,
huh?

And you have security?

Twenty-four hours.

They're well taken
care of here.

Five years we do this,
only one unintentional death.

Not bad.

All righty then.
Let's do this.

- Lucio, you should have called.
- I wanted to talk to you face-to-face.

I've done all I can.

Running a double agent is a relationship.

There's a give-and-take.
Mostly take, but sometimes you have to give.

Lucio,you're doing a great job.
You're almost out.

You stay with it and you'll be rewarded.
We'll set up a bank account for you.

Reyes wants to do the other job, the one
with your friend. He wants to do it now.

He said it's better to kill the girl
so they can start the other job.

Told me to call you
to finish this.

- Finish it how?
- You have two hours to get him the money or the girl dies.

You said we had two days.
Now they want the money in two hours.

- They're gonna kill her, bro.
- Not if we get to her first.

- Now we know where they're keeping her.
- Maybe we should just call the cops.

You think the cops can put
together a rescue plan in two hours?

The bad guys will be monitoring
the police scanners.

One whisper of this on the radio
and she's dead.

So what?
I'm supposed to just sit here?

No, you're going to get me
the Yellow Pages...

and tell me where the nearest pharmacy
and gardening store is.

- I need to pick up a few things.
- Yellow Pages?

Bro, I have a computer.

Rescuing a hostage
isn't about battering rams and guns.

Charge through a door with a gun and
chances are the person you're trying to save...

will be the first person lying on the floor
dying of acute lead poisoning.

So you come up
with alternatives.

Ingredients from the local pharmacy,
mixed with aluminum foil...

powdered in a coffee grinder,
will make a serviceable flash grenade...

that'll stun anyone
for a good 20 feet.

Thermite is another handy tool.

With a surface temperature
of a thousand degrees...

it's used to weld
together railroad ties.

It will make pretty short work
of most locks too.

Go. You don't
have much time.

I'm not excited about you seeing
Reyes by yourself.

Someone needs to stall him
in case you guys need more time.

Mike, nobody's got your back. This goes bad,
Reyes could get tipped off.

The only other option for backup is Nick.
You guys like that idea?

Call me when you've got Dawn.

Nice view.

Where's my money?

- Would you consider being paid in bonds?
- Bonds? I said cash.

I know. But a bearer bond
is as good as cash.

It's issued without
a name holder.

Listen, I'm not saying it's right,
but the family has liquidity issues.

There are tax implications.

I don't care about their tax problems!
I want my money!

I understand, and I am trying
to get you that money.

No, no, no. You're trying
my patience.

I said cash. I expect cash.
Your time is up.

Go ahead, shoot.
Good luck hiding the body.

My guess is the cops show up first, because
that is a very loud gun you're holding.

I am just trying
to make this deal.

Look at it from the
family's perspective.

They shell out three million
in cash and then what?

It raises flags at the bank, with their
investment advisers, their employees.

People piece it together
that they paid you off.

- That is not my concern!
- But it concerns me...

because if word gets out
that this family paid a ransom...

other guys like you will
come out of the woodwork.

I just need to make sure that this
never happens to this family again.

They're gonna call me any second. Would
you mind taking that gun out of my face?

If you can't get through
a door without attracting attention...

the next best thing is to
attract a lot of attention.

Once everyone's looking at the door...

wondering what's going on,
you can pop in a flash grenade...

and they won't see anything for awhile.

Drop the gun!
Get down! Get down.

Attaboy.
You're not as dumb as you look.

You're safe.

We're gonna untie you.
You're safe.

Look at me. You're safe now.

Unlike stocks,
bonds are financial instruments.

Now that is the family. May I take this?

- Tell 'em it's cash or she dies.
- Got it.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Mike, it's finished.

No, they won't do stocks nor bonds.

Yeah, I explained
the difference.

I understand.

That's it. They won't
pay the ransom in cash.

Now, I hope you can reconsider.
Killing a hostage-

Get out. Get out!

Drop the weapon now!

- On the ground!
- Now!

Hands on your headsI

Drop your weaponI

Move away from the gunI
Move awayI

Hands in the air!
Move away from the gun!

Seriously, bro. I don't even know
how to thank you.

- Uh, those surfboards right there-
- Yeah, I don't surf.

Okay. You're awesome, bro.

Sounds like they're here.

All set, Mike. Hospital checked
her out. She's fine.

- Is Nick here?
- He's inside.

- You guys should talk.
- Okay.

- Cakewalk, huh?
- Aw.

- Look, Mike, if you ever want to borrow my Caddy, uh, it's yours.
- Thanks.

- Nick.
- Hey, babe.

You lied to meI

- Baby, I love you.
- You lied to me!

Another happy ending.

Mr. Clark.

I've never done a meeting in a private home
like this before, Mr. Westen.

- Uh, I'm not even sure it's allowed.
- Thanks for bending the rules.

Yeah, again, no guarantees,
Mr. Westen.

Uh, we're gonna have
to cut this short.

- You tell me your side of the story, I'll get back to you.
- It shouldn't take long.

- Good. My wife's expecting me to actually make my flight tonight.
- Great.

You have any coffee?

- Coffee?
- Yeah.

- I think I have some instant.
- That's fine.

The longer you've been in the game...

the more you have to be careful
about underestimating an opponent.

Say you don't think much ofbureaucrats,
don't feel they're worth your time or attention-

Then a bureaucrat is the perfect
person to send to kill you.

- Wow, you're pretty good.
- Let go.

It'll be less painful for you.

It'll look like you
hanged yourself.

No surprise, really.

No work, no money.

This would have been easier if you'd
kept our appointment in Fort Lauderdale.

I had some things arranged.
Oh, well.

There's
no way to anticipate every danger.

You need a backup plan
for when things go wrong.

Sorry to inconvenience you.

That's why home court advantage
is so important.

Mike, the cops found your assassin
in an alley this morning.

He bled to death.
No I.D. on him.

His fingerprints didn't show up
in any government database.

So, officially, I guess the guy
never existed.

Must have been impersonating
the real Perry Clark.

- You think that the guy who burned you sent him?
- Not a bad guess. Thanks, Sam.

You were right about him,
you know?

You must feel a little proud
of yourself?

I wanted my burn notice resolved,
talked myself into denying my instincts.

That's nothing to be proud of.

- I'm fine, Fi.
- You almost died.

That's happened before.

So I'm not allowed to be
concerned, to worry?

You can worry about me.

- Like Nick worried about Dawn?
- Hopefully, not exactly like that.

Oh, he was head
over heels in love.

I talked to him about you, about what
I should get you for your birthday.

- A Makarov.
- He said you would like it.

Is it the same?

Nick convinced his boss
to sell it to me at a discount.

Thank you, Michael.

Happy birthday, Fi.