Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 13 - Bad Breaks - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [Man] We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.
- [Whistles]

[Michael Narrating]
When you're burned, you've got nothing...

no cash, no credit, nojob 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...
- [Laughs]

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

An old friend who used to inform 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.

[Michael Narrating]
As a spy, you have a lot of ways to get information.

You can get it with a gun.
You can get it with a lockpick.

You can get it with a listening device.

But most often, more than all the other
information-gathering techniques combined...

you get information with a free lunch.

How come you never invite me to lunch
at places like this?

Oh, there's no need, Sam. You'll do
almost anything for a three-dollar beer.

Yeah, sure. Barry tracks down
a Cayman Island bank account number...

and he gets lunch at the Chadwick?



That number leads to whoever
was trying to kill me.

So, yes, the Chadwick.

He's been complaining
about the job for days.

Yeah, and the squeaky wheel gets
the surf and turf. I see how this works.

- At least I can get a good mojito here.
- We're on a budget, Sam.

Okay, Mike. You know, this cancels out
one of the times you saved my life. Maybe two.

So, Michael, uh...
[Mouths Word]

How did you get this mysterious
bank account number?

You probably don't want to know.

I do. We don't have a lot of information.

That's why I'm coming to you.
I just need a name.

[Clears Throat]
Yeah. No, uh...

I understand why you hired me,
Michael Westen.

But, um, you're having me
break a lot of laws...

with this job I'm doing for you.

[Michael Narrating]
When someone starts acting...

like there's an extra person
in the conversation...

it's a pretty good bet
they're wearing a wire.

This job you're doing for me?

The question then is, who's taping you?

The police? The feds?

I think we should talk later,
maybe someplace louder.

[Chuckling]
Oh, Michael.

Michael, I missed you.

Or a government agent
you blackmailed a while back...

and were hoping to never see again.

[Groans]

Sam Axe. You're living well
off a government pension, I see.

Not that good. This is iced tea.

[Michael]
Remember the file I have on you, Bly?

I think the idea was you were never
to set foot in Miami again.

I know, I know, but...

The sunshine, the beaches,
those little Cuban pastries. Come on.

I just couldn't let a blackmail threat
keep me out of... paradise.

Hi.
[Chuckles]

Actually, at this point,
blackmail ceases to be a threat.

At this point, I believe I ruin your life.

How about I give your boss a call?

I'll be honest, Michael. That file...

It, uh... it kept me up nights.

So imagine myjoy when your friend
showed up on my radar...

investigating some highly suspicious accounts
for my old pal Michael Westen.

Barry is the brick
that I will tie around your neck...

before I throw you into that beautiful
blue ocean over there.

Now, how deep you sink depends
on how quickly I get that blackmail file.

Welcome to Miami.

So pull the trigger.

There's enough in that file to reduce
Bly's career to a smoldering crater.

He can link me to Barry...

and Barry's broken a law library's worth
of financial regulations...

Iooking into this account number.

If Bly goes after me with that...

I can throw the rest of my life
into that crater too.

[Michael Narrating]
Government agents have to stay within the law...

but they still have plenty of options
to hit you below the belt.

Sometimes a bullet to the head
is a lot easier...

than a slow death drowning in red tape.

I'm sorry. For your own safety.

Don't touch me... for your own safety.

According to the Board of Health...

this loft is unfit for human habitation.

And here I thought it was just a dump.

Fiona Glenanne.
You're wearing more clothes than usual.

You know, I was on the fence about that chair.
Thanks for making up my mind for me.

I hope you're on the fence
about everything that you own...

because toxic mold could be anywhere.

There's been reports of spores
spreading to places you wouldn't believe.

- Nope. No mold in that one.
- Try the lamp.

I was always iffy on it.

You know what?
Thanks for watching out for me, Bly.

I'm gonna grab some clothes.
Call me when you're done.

Michael, don't worry. I, uh...

packed you a bag
with some clothes to wear.

Um, I have to say, for a tough guy...

you sure dress like an Easter egg.

- I hope you're not bringing
toxic mold into my house.
- Ma, there's no mold.

I'm glad you're out of there.
The place didn't sound healthy.

Anyway, my friend Paula is here.

She heard you were coming over,
and she wanted to talk to you.

- You advised her last week
about the guy she met on the Internet.
- [Door Opens]

Michael.

[Door Closes]

I am so sorry to bother you again.

This guy Prescott...
I did what you said, ignored his e-mails.

Then he called my house.

I think he's a stalker.
He's asking all these personal questions.

It's... like he's obsessed with me.

Would it make you feel better
if I talked to him?

- Really? You could do that?
- Sure. Just let me put my bag away.

That's all right.
I'll put it in the guest room.

Michael will take care of everything.

He lives at the Del Mar Apartments.

- I have his online dating profile.
- I'm sure it'll be fine.

No Prescott in this building.
How about yours?

Uh, not unless he's disguised
as an 80-year-old retiree.

I mean, this little manhunt
could take a while, Mike.

Uh, whatever. Better this than sitting
in my mom's kitchen, watching her smoke.

"Likes fixing up old cars."
He's a mechanic maybe?

I mean, I can check his A.S.E. Certifications...

but, of course, that's if anything
on this page is true.

Check out the I.P. Address on his dating
service account, see what we're dealing with.

Ooh, speaking of love,
I gotta get goin'. I have a very big date.

She made millions as a beer distributor.

- The woman of my dreams.
- You have many women in your dreams.

- So I'm a romantic. But this one, Mike...
- [Cell Phone Ringing]

She's got a beach house in Antigua
with a quad kegerator.

- That's four kegs of beer at 33 degrees, baby.
- Sounds like love.

- Hello.
- Michael, it's Paula.

- Prescott's outside my work.
- I'll be right there.

I saw his car drive past three times.

He walked by, looking in.

I'm the assistant manager.
I can't have him in here making a scene.

This is a private bank?

We're an appointment-only private bank
and safe deposit company.

Very exclusive, very private.

You can understand why I can't have...

- Has Prescott been asking you
about your work, your schedule?
- All of it.

I'm just afraid he's some kind of maniac.

- Who's that?
- Oh, just an old friend.

Did you get bored redecorating my place?

I'll redecorate your life if I have to.

- You find that file?
- Not yet. Let's talk later.

Actually, later's bad for me. Now is good.

I want every piece of paper you own
that mentions me... files, phone records...

the page in your diary
where you drew little hearts around my name.

All of it.

You wanna do this, Bly?
You really wanna go nuclear?

- I'd love to.
- [Vehicle Door Closes]

Do you really think you have nothing to lose?

Michael. He's here... the stalker.

He's not a stalker.

- This is a robbery.
- [People Gasp, Exclaim]

Stay quiet, follow our orders,
or people die.

[Woman]
Oh, my goodness!

You'll find your cell phones
are now useless.

We've blocked them.

So leave them on the floor
and head into the conference room.

- [People Scream]
- Now!

Go! Go! Go! Conference room!

Come on! Here! Let's go! Move it! Move it!

[Michael Narrating]
There are a number of different choices...

when you take over a building by force.

Get up! Move into the conference room.

Do you keep the hostages
facedown on the floor...

or do you move them into a room together?

- Let me see your hands! Move! Move!
- [Whimpering]

How do you cut all the lines
of communication out?

Give me that cell phone!

- Get in the conference room!
- Okay!

And how do you deal
with the place's security measures?

Whatever your style...

hostile takeovers are about one thing...
total dominance.

Silent alarm is dead.

You don't get into the conference room,
you will be too.

[Robber On Radio]
We got the bank manager.

If we both grab guns,
we can level the playing field.

Uh, the playing field
is covered with hostages.

Make a move now
and somebody could get shot.

- If we don't make a move now,
we may not get a chance later.
- Just wait. All right?

Shut up. Move back with the others.

- [Woman] Oh, my God.
- It's all right. Just stay calm.

Stay calm. It's gonna be all ri...

- [Muttering] Bly.
- [Woman Whimpering]

[People Gasping]

That's quite enough of that.

Welcome to my retirement party.
I want you all to have a good time...

so let's lay down a few ground rules,
shall we?

No attacking the hosts.

No leaving early. No calling the police.

I see one cop, I kill three of you.

I see two cops, six people die.

You can do the math.

Now mess up my party
by breaking one of my rules...

and you can expect me to overreact.

- [People Scream]
- [Groans]

[Michael Narrating]
A wounded hostage is a good measure...

ofhow far a criminal's willing to go.

- They either want to keep the hostage alive...
- Hey. Get away from him.

- I'm a doctor.
If I don't stop the bleeding, he'll die.
- Then let him die.

Or they don't.

Which means more people are getting hurt.

You have 20 hostages
in an unstable psychological state.

If they think they're going to die,
they will panic and they will fight back.

I'm just trying to make sure that you get
what you want and these people stay alive.

Will you please allow me
to attend to this man's wound?

- Knock yourself out.
- Thank you.

[Whistles]
Let's go take a tour of the vault.

Come on.

You son of a bitch.

[People Gasp]

I only need one person alive
to get me the vault access codes.

Please don't make me choose.

Told you someone would get shot.

Yeah, I overestimated you.
Figured you'd back me up.

- You know, it's not a good idea
to insult your doctor.
- [Groans]

Okay, this wound doesn't look good.
I'm going to need to, uh...

- Remove the round?
- Yeah.

- Go ahead.
- Come here.

- I need you to apply direct,
steady pressure to this.
- [Groans]

- Hold this up. Hold it up.
- Okay. Okay.

- Like that.
- All right.

[Michael Narrating]
In a hostage situation...

any idiot can steal a gun
and start shooting.

It's a great way to get a bunch
of innocent people killed.

Keeping people alive
means fighting like a spy.

Where is your data server?

It's by the elevator, but they
cut the power to the computer, so...

I'm using it for something else.

We need to cut through this wall
and get into the next room.

From there, we can get everyone out.

There's no way out from the next room.
That's just an office.

There'll be a way out.
I'm workin' on that part.

Great. You don't think the guards outside
will see us going through a wall?

I'll take care of the guards.

No, wait. You heard him. If you attack his guys,
he's gonna start shooting people.

I'm not going to attack them.

They're just gonna have
some very bad luck.

- Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa.
Where do you think you're goin'?
- I need medical supplies.

Wait, wait. Stop right there.
No one leaves the conference room.

Your boss said stop the bleeding.

- He didn't say you could leave.
- You wanna go downstairs and ask him?

The man in there is going to die
unless I remove the bullet from his arm.

To do that, I need tools.

So help me find tweezers and propoxyphene,
or shoot me in the face. Your call.

- You got two minutes.
- I got less than that.

[Michael Narrating] Fighting like a spy
means disguising attacks as attempts to help.

It means making acts of man
seem like acts of God.

- We have to go through here?
- [Bly] That's the plan.

- Does anybody have a razor or a letter opener?
- Here. I grabbed these.

Good. Here.

We're really gonna
trust your friend on this?

He is not my friend,
but he might be able to get us out of here.

- Sir, watch the door.
- Okay.

Start cutting at the outlet.

[People Whispering]

[Michael Narrating]
Cutting through a wall with scissors...

isn't as hard as it sounds.

Start at an electrical socket and saw through
the hard surface of the drywall...

and the lower layers are a lot easier.

Gauze, aspirin.

This kit is terrible.

We're gonna need to search desks and purses
for some real pain meds.

No. You can do it with that.

With gauze? Right.

Where'd you get your medical degree?

- Wait for the water.
- Shee!

I'll look through these desks
and meet you back at the conference room.

- [Clears Throat]
- [Chuckles]

What? You got armed guards
at the only exit.

You think I'm gonna
fight my way out with a stapler?

- [Microwave Beeping]
- Water's ready.

And look around for some towels.

[Michael Narrating]
In an enclosed space...

getting around a cell phonejammer...

is a game of who's got
the stronger signal.

A cell phonejammer broadcasts a powerful signal
over a range of frequencies...

but it can't compete
with an entire Ethernet...

wired to serve as one big antenna.

So I said no more stress...

no more work and no more getting married.

Life is too short.
How many beach houses do I even need?

- How many do you have?
- Six. Seven?

Oh, it doesn't matter.
I'm always on vacation.

- [Ringing]
- To me, true relaxation is a state of mind.

[Line Ringing]

- [Ringing Continues]
- Do you have to get that?

No, no.

- You know, I like to relax too.
- [Line Ringing]

Oh, you would love my place in Antigua.

Hammock on the white sand beach.

- [Ringing Continues]
- Clothes are optional.

- [Chuckles]
- [Line Ringing]

- Excuse me.
- [Beeps]

- Sam.
- Uh, this better be good, Mikey.

- I'm at Broward Private Trust,
trapped in a bank heist.
- [Mouthing Words]

It's Prescott. He's a pro.

His guys have killed the landlines
and brought a cell jammer.

Any cops, any resistance,
and it gets bloody.

Just tell me what you need, Mike.

I need you and Fi
to blast a door to the outside.

Alley-side wall, 20 feet in from the north.

Alley-side wall, 20 feet in.
You got it. I'm on my way.

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah. Well, uh... Not really, no.

My buddy's being held hostage at a bank...

and I gotta bust him out.

- It's true.
- We should call the police.

No, no, no. You can't do that. Uh...

It's complicated,
but there's nothin' to worry about.

And I'll call you later.

- These are for the doc.
- Where is he?

[Sighs]

Go find him.

[Michael Narrating] The massive air pressure
that makes air hammers effective...

also makes them dangerous.

Tamper in any way with the locking collar
that holds the bit in place...

and the air hammer becomes
a very inaccurate gun with a single bullet.

- [Robber] Not here.
- [Robber #2] Keep looking.

Mixing medications is always a bad idea...

especially when one's an upper
and one's a downer.

Anxiety and allergy meds together
are a scary combination.

And that's before you add the caffeine
of an energy drink.

Ah, there you are. What took you so long?

- Uh, I was just...
- [All Gasp]

[Groans]

[Hushed Chattering]

[Groans]

[Bly]
Oh!

- This is for the pain.
- Who said I was in pain?

If you're not now, you will be.

- By the way, that green chair in my loft,
it was my favorite.
- [Groans]

Let's go, Fi.

- You're just annoyed 'cause Mike
called me first and not you.
- [Car Alarm Chirps]

Sam, he's in the middle of a bank heist.
He's not thinking clearly.

Hey, I'm the one who should be annoyed.

I was having lunch with
the woman of my dreams and had to leave.

But what are you gonna do, you know?

Being Mike's first call
is a big responsibility.

In case you're wondering,
you'd be my 19th call.

- I'd call Madeline before I called you.
- Huh.

[Michael Narrating]
Experience with battlefield medicine...

- may not make you as precise as an E.R. Surgeon...
- Oh, come on.

But after you've stitched up a few people
under artillery fire...

you can handle outside pressure.

- Almost.
- [Winces]

- Got it.
- [Exhales]

[Groans]

[Deep Breaths]

Oh, God.

We're making some progress on the wall,
but they're checking on us.

- We need maybe 20 minutes.
- You've gotta go faster.

Keep working.

They're emptying the vault downstairs.
They're taking everything.

- How long before they clear it all out?
- I don't know.

There's hundreds
of safe deposit boxes down there.

And he wasn't lying
about the silent alarm.

No call went out. No help is coming.

[Bly]
Hide the hole.

Prescott wants you. Downstairs. Let's go.

Thanks.

Michael said 20 feet in from the street?
Are you sure?

Positive.

- What's the signal? How are we timing this?
- He didn't say.

- He didn't say?
- He's Mike. He's improvising.

Michael calls you to tell you to blow a hole
in the wall of a bank...

and you didn't think to ask when?

It was a brief conversation.
We didn't talk about shoes or movies either.

Could you just
place the explosives already?

[Drilling, Hammering]

- Fix him.
- What happened?

The air hammer broke
and piston came off in his leg.

- Keep him alive.
- I'm gonna give you something
for the pain. All right?

[Michael Narrating]
People are too trusting when it comes to pills.

They'll take whatever a doctor hands them.

I need to cauterize the wound.
I need to use your liquid nitrogen gun.

- You need to use something else.
- Like what? Did you bring
an electrosurgical generator?

[Michael Narrating] Liquid nitrogen
can cool a wound to 150 below...

freezing the cells
and cutting offblood flow.

Tie this around his leg, tight.

Either help me,
or get me someone who will.

Up here?

[Loud Groaning]

Supercooling also damages metal.

Freeze the inside of a gun,
and the next time it gets hot...

it'll rip apart as if it's loaded
with the wrong ammo.

[Robber On Radio]
Prescott, get up here.

We've got trouble in the conference room.

- [Robber] Where's the knife?
- [Man] There's no knife. There isn't a knife.

This guy was trying
to cut into the office next door.

Come here.
What did I tell you about the rules, huh?

Please. L... I have a wife. I have kids.

They need their father. I'm begging you.

Look, if I make an exception, I mean,
what kind of message does it send?

Wait, wait. You got the wrong guy.

Yeah. It was me.

Just can't stop 'causin' trouble,
can you? Huh? Huh?

- I should've done this the first time.
- [People] No! No!

- [People Gasping]
- [Prescott Groaning]

God! Shoot him!

- [Woman] Oh, no! Don't!
- Move!

You got metal shards in your hand.
You're gushing arterial blood.

I'm the only guy here
who can save your hand, probably your life.

Tell your man to back off,
or find another doctor.

Come with me.

Get the rest of them downstairs.

Four more. Let's go.

We're runnin' about 20 minutes late.
Should I call the boat?

- Get downstairs.
- I still need to...

- Get downstairs.
- [Robber] Let's go.

- How's your escape plan goin'?
- We're not getting out. I'm working on Plan "B."

- I need your help. Do you trust me?
- Yeah. What do you need?

I need you to collapse in that doorway.
Sell it, buy me time.

- [Gasps]
- Oh, no.

- What's goin' on?
- I think he's going into shock.

- I can't move him. I'll need a couple of minutes.
- You got one.

Mike, let's get this done.

I got a beer-drinkin' angel to get back to.
You ready to rock?

[Michael On Phone]
Forget the escape plan.

Prescott's moving everybody downstairs.

These guys are calling
a getaway boat on walkies.

See if you can listen in, locate the signal.
Maybe we can get some leverage.

I'll try to keep people
from getting hurt in here.

[Bly]
Mike... [Coughs]

[Groaning]

- Come on. Downstairs. Let's go. Now.
- All right.

[Michael Narrating]
Elevators have so many safety devices...

that they're easy to sabotage.

Disable any part,
and the entire system shuts down.

Hurry up! Move it!

[Sighs]
Locate the getaway boat. That's our plan?

This is Miami.

Look, we just need to find the frequency
that Prescott's walkies are on.

- I still think we should set off the charges...
- [Static On Radio]

Blow a hole in the wall, rush in.

- Beats waiting out here.
- Yeah, that's great.

Let's get Mike and the hostages killed...

because you have the attention span
of a three-year-old.

[Clattering]

Elevator's busted.

You're lucky. I don't see any shrapnel...

and no bones look damaged.

Use the word "lucky" again,
I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.

Hold still. I need to sterilize the wound.

[Screams]

This bank!

It's cursed. That's it, isn't it?

It's cursed.

My gun, the air hammer, the elevator.

What's wrong with this place?

I'm gonna need more tape
and, uh, a splint.

I think there's something
I can use upstairs.

Do you need any meds?

What do you think? Huh?

You blow your hand off and find out
if you need something for the pain.

- [Static On Radio]
- [Cell Phone Beeping]

[Sam Clears Throat]

Angela. Hey, it's Sam. How you doin'?

- Is your friend okay?
- Uh, well, he's still trapped inside...

but it's kind of a quiet time...

so I thought I would just call and say hi.

- So, hi.
- Hi.

I was thinkin', later, uh,
we could get some drinks.

I know this quiet spot
that makes a great mojito.

Well, l... I was meeting a friend, but...

- Playtime's over.
- Uh, Angela, I gotta run.

Hey. Don't make any plans. I'll call you back.

- [Static, Garbled Voices]
- Sounds encrypted.

So I was wasting my time
while you were buttering up your... bimbo?

Look, we got the frequency.

There can't be that many marinas
around here in range of their walkies.

- Uh-oh.
- Okay, that's not good.

Those cops start asking questions
about that truck out front...

hostages are gonna die.

One of us needs to distract the cop...

and the other one needs
to track down the getaway boat.

And here I forgot to shave my legs.

[ Officer]
Yeah. Thanks, man.

Delivery trucks.

[Man]
Hey, stop! Give me that!

- No.
- She's stealing my tip jar!

This is compensation
for you leering at me.

You should arrest her.
¡ Es una ladrona!

- You should arrest him for sexual harassment.
- We're not arresting anyone.

You'rejust gonna stand there
while I'm being objectified?

I say we go to the station,
hash this out... you, me, him.

- What do you say?
- [Woman On Radio]
Unit 204, this is Dispatch.

Domestic disturbance,
Ocean and Fourth. Are you close?

10-4. I'm on my way.

If you'd like to file a report...

you should go down
to the police station, okay?

Uno cortadito, por favor.

- We win yet?
- I'm workin' on it.

I need some meds. Things okay?

Yeah, Hey, it's Miami.

The sun, the girls... what's not to love?

If something bad starts happening,
make your move.

Yeah. These should do the trick.

[Michael Narrating]
Life with a hypochondriac mother...

gives you a useful knowledge
of pharmaceuticals.

Those are for pain?

In low doses, pilocarpine cures dry mouth.

I'll take 'em after you do.

In high doses, it has roughly
the same effect as a sarin gas attack.

Satisfied?

See what happens to you first.

- You still want that splint for your hand?
- Sure.

Hey, we're goin' upstairs.

You, keep an eye on the hostages.
[Whistles]

Be back in a minute.

Hey. What's it mean
if my fingers start feeling numb?

And I'm getting sort of nauseous.

Do you have a headache?
Any palpitations? Any tingling?

Been drinking caffeine?

- Yeah. Why, is that bad?
- It sounds pretty serious. I should check you out.

I'm... I'm just gonna take your pulse.

I'm just takin' your pulse.
That's it. That's it. I'm just takin'...

[Michael Narrating]
In a weakened state...

- you wanna avoid pressure on your carotid artery.
- [Silenced Gunshot]

- Block the blood flow to your brain...
- [Silenced Gunshot]

And you black out in four seconds.

[Silenced Gunshots]

The coating on tablets and medicine...

keeps them from dissolving
in your stomach right away...

which buys you a little time to find
some privacy and do the only safe thing...

- get them out of your system.
- [Gags]

[Garbled Voices On Radio]

[Clicks Off]

Oh, hey, buddy. Hey, I'm supposed
to repair a radio in a guy's boat.

But I'm late,
and I forgot the slip number.

Is there somebody hangin' around his boat,
kinda lookin' pissed?

- End of the pier.
- Ah! Ha! Thanks.

You have a good one.

[Gasping]

[Robber]
Prescott.

- Vault's cleared out.
- [Prescott] It's about time.

Let's put everyone in the vault
and get the hell out of here.

[Robber]
Everyone in the vault, now.

They've seen our face. They die.

Let's go. Everybody into the vault.

There isn't much air in the vault.
We're all gonna suffocate.

- Should we attack them?
- No, not yet.

- I don't know how long we can wait.
- Just trust me.

[Beeping]

[Line Ringing]

Hey, Mike, I'm at the marina,
lookin' at the getaway boat.

Sam, we got any moves here?

Prescott's shoving everyone into the vault,
and no one's walking out.

You wanna ask Prescott if he'll trade
his hostages for the boat driver?

Not likely.

What about a little Operation Quicksilver?

Quicksilver? Like World War i?
You're talking about a bunch of fake tanks...

and the whole Normandy invasion force.

Yeah, but instead of
the Normandy invasion force...

I have a Walther with one bullet.

You gotta sell this, Sam. You gotta
sell it like you've never sold it before.

That's the kind of pep talk I like, Mikey.

- I'm on it.
- [Beeps]

- [Prescott] Is everyone in the vault?
- [Robber] Almost.

[Cell Phone Ringing]

- [Beeps]
- Angela. Hi.

Sam. Hi, I was calling to leave a message.

I think your life is...
is a little too fast paced, uh, for me.

[Hushed]
Oh. No, no, no. That's-That's not true at all.

[Whispering]
Why are you whispering?

[Normal Voice]
Are you still outside the bank?

[Chuckles]
No. No, I'm at a marina.

Just taking a stress-free walk
along the ocean...

the breeze blowin' in my hair.

- I might even get a tropical drink.
- [Garbled Voices]

- Hands in the air!
- A stress-free walk?

As much as I hate to admit it, Angela,
you're probably right.

We're just not meant to be.

Enjoy one of those beers
in Antigua for me.

- [Groans]
- You bastard. You ruined something special.

[Prescott] Let's bring up the last of the bags.

Start loading up the truck.

[Michael Narrating]
If you have one bullet...

and you need to take down
three armed guys in close quarters...

you're betting your life
on a lot oflucky breaks.

It's the kind ofbet
you don't want to make unless you have to.

There you are.
Your guy had a stroke in the kitchen.

- He needs immediate medical attention.
- [Robber] Mm-hmm.

You want me to put him in the vault
orjust take care ofhim right here?

You're not listening to me.

Either you get your friend
into an ambulance with the proper meds...

- or he's not gonna make it.
- Well, I guess he's not gonna make it.

And neither are you. Go on.

[Man On Radio] Prescott!
[Static]

- What's goin' on?
- Prescott!

They're at the boat!
They shot me! Why didn't you tell us?

- Why didn't I tell you what?
- Who we were robbing.

Why didn't you tell us who owned the bank?

Oh, my God!
You didn't know, did you?

We're dead! Oh, my God!

They're coming back!
They're coming back! We're all dead!

- We're all dead!
- [Static]

Tom Prescott?

Was it dumb luck that you chose my bank...

or did you and your buddies
decide that today was a good day...

to make the worst mistake of your lives?

- Who is this?
- That's not important.

What's important is that you
and your friends are robbing my bank.

And no one...
I mean no one... does that to me.

So, you think you got yourself a good plan...

with your getaway truck and your boat?

Well, I got a plan too.

If there is a scratch on anyone in my bank,
you will all die.

If there is a single dollar
missing from my vault, you all die.

You hearing this?

If there is a single hostage taken,
you will all die.

- [Groans]
- [Man] Get him!

- [Man] Go, everybody! Go!
- [Man #2] Hurry up!

[Sam On Radio]
In fact, if you do anything...

other than walking out
of my bank alone right now...

you will all know such pain
as you have never imagined.

So who the hell is that guy?
He owns this bank?

He's lying.
I looked up everything about this bank.

Well, you obviously didn't look up enough.

What did you get us into, hmm?

How does he even know we're here?

Shut up.

It's not important.

One evening, a patient was brought
into my clinic in the middle of the night.

He was tortured so badly
I couldn't believe he was still breathing.

A man was with him.
It was the man on your radio.

I'll never forget the voice.

He put a gun to my head
and explained to me...

that my patient had robbed him...

and that he wanted me to save him...

so the pain would last longer.

I did what I could.

He said to come here for my money...
my blood money.

There's a place between life and death.

Amazing how long a man can linger there.

That's enough. All right? Okay.

Bring everything upstairs.
We're gettin' outta here.

[Static]

Tony?

Tony, can you hear me?

What the hell is goin' on?

I know this guy.
He'll have people outside the bank...

in your truck and on your boat.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Shut your mouth. We've got the money.

That's just some voice on the radio.

Yeah, but he's a voice on our radio.

He's on our boat! How does that happen?

I mean, what happened
to the guys in the vault, huh?

He-He's talkin' about our truck!

There's nothing wrong with our truck!

Let's just get outta here!

[Muttering]
For once, you better be right.

Oh, nothing's wrong with the truck?
Does that look like nothing?

Pick up the bag.

No way. I am gonna...

[Groans]

- [Silenced Gunshot]
- [Groans]

Unbelievable.

Just not your day, I guess.

[Sirens Approaching]

Drop it! Drop it!

- Hands on your head!
- [ Officer] Watch the bag!

- Put those hands up!
- Right now! Right now!

- Let's go! All right, now get down! Get down!
- [Laughing]

[Paula]
It's over now. Okay?

- [Man] Thank you.
- [Man #2] You all right?

[Chattering Continues]

[Sighs]

So, where were we?

I think we were deciding whether
we were going to destroy each other.

Well, you've already had
enough opportunities to let me die.

[Coughs]

Maybe I just like the challenge.

I'm gonna go pass out at the local E.R.

And when I wake up,
I'll take care of the loft...

and the thing with Barry.

As long as you're in a helpful mood...

you think I could add
one more favor to the list?

[Laughs]

And then they moved us into the vault.

We knew there wasn't much time.
I mean, I really thought it was the end.

But your son and Mr. Bly
were so brave, Madeline.

Oh. Michael, what are you doing?

I left something in here.

- You just assumed I was never
gonna broil anything?
- So far, I've been right.

Prescott will be
leaving you alone from now on.

You might wanna select your dates
a little more carefully in the future.

[Chuckles]
I will. Thank you so much.

- Bye, honey.
- Bye.

- I'm off too.
- What? You're going?

You-You didn't even spend the night.

I resolved my toxic mold issue.

Board of Health says my place is safe again.

Oh. Okay.

I was thinking of ordering takeout,
but if you're going...

Actually, I don't have
to leave right away.

Takeout sounds good.

Bly says you're off the hook.

He was just using you
to get under my skin anyway.

Listen, Michael, I feel really bad...

about the whole
tacky business with the wire.

Don't get me wrong.
I love how I look with a shaved chest.

- But rollin' over on you...
- I ask you to take risks. Comes with the territory.

But next time, we'll have a signal.

- If you're wired, tip me off
by offering to pay for lunch.
- Perfect.

You know, I think I'm gonna get
out of town for a bit. I gotta decompress.

- Sounds good. Stay safe, Barry.
- All right, man.

Hey. I had to take
the guy on the boat down...

get him to say the right things
at the right time.

While you were putting on a show...

I got rid of the cops
and I wired a truck to blow.

Oh, Mike, back me up.
I think it's pretty clear...

my tactical maneuverings
pretty much saved the day here.

You feeling underappreciated?

Oh, no. He appreciates himself plenty.

He's been insufferable...
ever since you called him first yesterday.

Fi, look, don't be insulted.
You're good with the hands-on stuff...

the simple, mechanical things.

- Simple? Like wiring a truck to blow?
- An important task, yes...

but one a very intelligent monkey
could perform.

I'm just sayin', there's a reason
why I'm number one on the speed dial.

- Sam, for your information, I called Fi first.
- [Clicks Tongue]

You didn't pick up. So in the future,
I'm gonna call Sam first.

[Chuckles]

That's all the originals...
everything I had on you.

Love your attention to detail, Michael.

This would've been quite the career ender.

Well, I know
a little something about that...

although I wasn't expecting you
to counter with even better leverage.

- Well played.
- This would be a good Michael Westen story...

if people were allowed to tell
Michael Westen stories.

[Sighs]

- So?
- So.

- Any luck tracking down
that Cayman Islands account?
- I don't have to tell you.

We have ways of investigating
that most people don't know about.

No one has the reach that we do, but this...

I found the bank,
and I even found the banker.

But the account... it's just a number.

No name? No organization?

Nothing. It gets worse.

That account was being monitored...
an electronic trip wire of sorts.

And you think you tripped it?

Might have been me.
It might have been Barry.

Look, whoever you're looking for,
they know you're coming.

Good luck.