Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 2, Episode 14 - Truth and Reconciliation - 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.

****[Woman Singing, Indistinct]

[Michael Narrating]
Bribery's a lot more difficult than it sounds.

There's no way to shop around,
so you usually overpay...

for whatever information you're after.

There's no money-back guarantee
if the information's bad.

And, of course,
the only thing that you know for sure...

is that you're handing
your money to a thief and a liar.

I still can't believe you're giving all this
money to some sleazy bank manager.

I went to a lot of trouble to find this guy.
I don't have a lot of options here.



Michael, he hid money
for a man who tried to assassinate you.

Which makes him a good person to know
if I'm trying to find that assassin.

- You're going to this meeting
unarmed with no information.
- It's a tactical risk.

- Fi, I was warned not to meet you the first time.
- Yeah!

I almost blew off your hand
with a block of C-4.

And I made a friend.
Maybe I'll make another one.

Watch my back.

[Sighs]

Gustavo.

[Latin Accent]
You have the money?

Mmm, no small talk? How was the flight?

Bad. All the way here,
I wonder why I do this.

You came here because I'm giving you
a lot of money for a little information.

I just want a name,
a few numbers, and you're back on a plane.

First, I need to know how you found me.

Bank secrecy regulations in the
Cayman Islands are not easy to penetrate.

- I have friends.
- [Scoffs] What friends?

I don't even know who you are or why
you want this information.

[Michael Narrating]
When someone's asking for sensitive information...

it's basic security to make sure that the person
you're dealing with is who he says he is.

An easy way is to change details that
the other person would know.

Gustavo, we talked about this on the phone.

I'm giving you $8,000 for a file.
Part of what that money buys is privacy.

L-I don't care what I said on the phone.

You don't tell me what I want to know,
you don't get this file.

8,000, no 8,000.

The deal I made with Gustavo
was for $10,000, not $8,000.

He was very clear about that number.

And we never talked on the phone.
You wanna tell me who you are?

[No Accent]
I can explain.

[Screams]

No!

- [Yelling]
- No, no, no!

- Michael, what happened?
- He didn't wanna make friends.

Hey, Mike. Look what I got for you, huh?

That's my police buddy. It was his day off.

- We went out on his boat.
- Did you get anything besides the fish?

I got a peek at a police file
from the Caymans.

Seems like the real Gustavo
was found dead in a bar.

I guess that's what you get
if you run payroll for an assassin.

- Hey, where do you want me to put this?
- Sink.

- Did you catch it?
- No. Buddy of mine did.

- But I figured you could use the protein.
- Thanks.

So there was nothing
on my friend with the knives?

No. Except that he's as dead as that fish.

Probably got smuggled in.

Fi knows some people who make
extra-special travel arrangements.

I'm supposed to meet her
at the Carlito for lunch.

Bring the fish.
Maybe they'll cook it for you.

- Mr. Westen?
- That depends.

My name is Claude Laurent. I need help.
I found someone who worked with you before.

He said that you were a good man
and once worked for the government?

- Yeah, I was a government worker.
- Oh.

Please. Please.

- I can pay you.
- What exactly do you need?

Several years ago, my daughter Veronique
was murdered in Haiti.

I am here to bring the man
who killed her to justice.

I'm not sure what you heard about me...

but a murder in Haiti, that's not, uh...

- No, no. He is here.
- No. I can't go there.

See?

Jean-Pierre Duman. He has a new name.

I have this too.

It's from the Inter-American Court
of Human Rights.

We use it to make him come back
to Haiti and stand trial.

Duman was an official in Haiti.

Veronique spoke out against him.

He had her put in prison,
and then he had her killed.

Uh, Mr. Laurent, this is not
gonna work in an American court.

Who is this man with the fish?

The man with the fish is right.

You don't even have proof of Duman's identity.

No, no, no, no. I have found him, and...

Claude, listen to me. I'm sure Veronique
would want you to go home...

and live out the rest of your life remembering...

You know nothing of my daughter.

You do not deserve to speak her name.

They said you were an honorable man.

They lied.

- What?
- Nothin'.

Just waitin' for Fi to show up.

You know, Mike, uh, back in the day...

I had some buddies who worked in Haiti.

Saw some of those prisons.
Bad, Mike.

- Very bad.
- Sam.

Lot of guys got away with a lot of bad stuff.

Evil.

Always wished I could do more, honestly.

Sam, he's got a worthless letter.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Probably just a big fat waste of time.

Just forget all about it.
A man and his daughter...

- You want me to check out Duman?
Is that what you want me to do?
- [Chuckles]

I made some calls when I was taking a leak.

- I found addresses of
a couple places he hangs out.
- [Cell Phone Rings]

- [Beeps]
- Yeah, Mom.

Michael, I need you to come over.
There's been a break-in.

All right. I'll be right there.

So, this was the break-in, Mom?

I didn't even know
you still owned this car.

I park it at Mrs. Gartelman's.
They took the tape deck, Michael.

What do you want me to do about it?

Well, not you. We. I mean, they're having
break-ins all over the neighborhood.

There's a real crime spree. And I thought that
the two of us could look into it together.

Well, how about I get you a new stereo?

It's not about the stereo.
I got the descriptions of the boys who did it.

- So, call the police.
- Yeah, right.

They're not gonna do anything about this,
and you know it.

Could you at least give me
a ride to the store?

'Cause the car won't start now.

Because the tape deck is stolen?

Hey, blame your father.
He installed the radio.

He wired the damn thing to the ignition.

[Groans]

[Michael Narrating]
Spend enough time in international hot spots...

and you learn that a lot of the worst
monsters on earth arejust spoiled rich kids.

Mass murderers come in
many shapes and sizes...

but they tend to drink
the same brands of champagne.

That's the guy. Jean-Pierre Duman.

His dad was a regional governor.

Damn near turned corruption
into an art form. Died a few years back.

Jean-Pierre went into the family business?

Yeah. Party boy there ran the local prison.

Anybody complained, they went there.
Lucky ones werejust executed.

Then after the election, the whole family
disappeared with most of the island's G.N.P.

- Disappeared till now?
- Well, yeah. Now he's Luc Renard.

He chases skirts, throws parties at
his place on Star Island.

Mike, I'm telling you, we can do this.

You mean, prove he's Duman.

Yeah. And you know how it is.

Nobody throws out everything when they
go off grid. We just gotta get into his place.

Into his high-security place on Star Island?

Mike, nothing worth doin' is easy,
and nobody loves easy more than me.

- But it's true.
- [Beeping]

Fiona. Feel like coming to a party?

[Michael Narrating]
People love the sound of their native tongue.

Even the most security-conscious person
often lets his guard down...

when he hears somebody
who speaks his language.

If that somebody happens to be
in a designer dress...

- [French Accent] What, I can't go in?
- so much the better.

[Speaking French]

I will see you both later?

No, no, you won't.

Oh. And what do you suppose
I will be doing later?

I'll think of something.

I don't even know your name.

Luc Renard.

Claire Honoré.

Come. Party at my house.

- ****[Stereo: Dance]
- [Chattering]

- Bonsoir.
- Is this yours?

- Yes. Do you like it?
- Oui.

Does it belong to your family,
or did you buy all this all by yourself?

You know, I don't like to talk business.

Come. Let me show you the rest of the house.

- Where does this lead?
- Ah, this leads nowhere.

Come this way.
I have the biggest bathtub in Miami.

Well, if it's so big,
maybe we should invite a friend or-or two.

No?

[Chuckles]

Give me a minute.

- [Beeping]
- [Cell Phone Buzzing]

- Yeah, Fi.
- I'm in his office.

- There's not much here.
- Well, then get out.

If Duman catches you, you're not getting
out of there with a stern conversation.

Well, it's a shame to waste the opportunity.
I'm planting a bug.

This is the house ofJean-Pierre Duman!

He murdered my daughter!

Come out and show yourself, Jean-Pierre!

You cannot hide from your crime!

Our Haitian friend just crashed the party.

And it looks like Monsieur Duman
is not too happy about his new guest.

Go out and take care of it.

- Now! Go!
- Jean-Pierre!

You have 30 seconds to get here before Duman
kills another member of the Laurent family.

[Beeps]

- You're driving my car back.
- No problem, Mike.

Come out, Duman!

[Michael Narrating] Staying hidden
isn't always about sticking to the shadows.

Get in the car, now!

In fact, if your enemy's eyes
are adjusted to the dark...

there's no better place to be than
behind the brightest light you can find.

- [Man] Shoot the lights!
- [Man #2] Go! Hurry!

Why did you come?
Why did you change your mind?

Because that's the kind of guy he is.

He's an honorable man, just like they told you.
He's just a little slow sometimes.

So, where do we go from here?

- You go back to Haiti.
- I am not leaving.

I am staying until it is done.

We have more experience
with this kind of thing.

I can help. I found Duman when
no one else could find him.

[Chuckles]
Listen, Claude.

You've done your part.
Now let us do ours. We'll get the guy.

How? How will you do that?

By getting him to give us evidence
proving who he is.

Now, Mike is a very convincing guy.

Trust me. You can count on him.

But you need to go home.

It's better for everyone. You understand?

- Yes. I understand.
- Good.

[Shouting, Chattering]

So, I asked around about
who might have brought...

your knife-wielding
fake banker into the country.

It was rough. I mean...

the Miami gun smugglers and the Miami
people smugglers, they don't get along.

And I've always been more of a gun person.

- Sure as hell not a people person.
- You wanna take over, Sam?

Oh, wait. That's right. I forgot.

All your friends wear uniforms,
which makes you useless.

Hey, who found out about this guy
in the first place, huh?

Sam, Fi. Just keep looking.

I intend to.

Good news on the Haitian front.

I got an angle on Duman.

His family used to do business
with Flintridge Industries.

It's a big multinational
that built all the prisons.

F.B.I.'s been nosing around 'em for years.

You still in touch with those F.B.I. Agents...

that were on the "Follow Michael Westen
around Miami" beat?

I can make a call,
but we didn't part on the best of terms.

Well, I think it's time
to mend some fences, Sam.

[Michael Narrating]
If you've spent time working for the government...

you understand that
it's a game with its own rules.

If you wanna make
the government work for you...

you have to understand
how the game is played.

An F.B.I. Agent might hate you,
but if working with you...

gets him out of an assignment he hates
even more, you've got yourself a partner.

Hey, guys! What's goin' on? Huh?

Oh, wow.

She looks dangerous.

Cute, Sam. You know you're interfering
with a federal investigation?

What is she, like, 80?
Did she steal somebody's dentures?

It's a racketeering case. Biggest
drug-smuggling family in South Florida.

Oh. Is she the boss?

Boss's grandmother.

[Chuckling] Oh, man. You should
check the film speed in that camera.

At the rate she's moving,
you don't wanna miss anything.

- What do you want, Axe?
- I come bearing gifts. I have a peace offering.

A case that you guys can take back
to your office and be proud of.

You might even get a commendation
from the higher-ups.

This more crap like
the stuff you gave us on Westen?

Hey, I never lied to you guys about him.

Well, sure, I forgot some stuff.

What is it, Sam?
We've got work to do here.

He's an international fugitive,
hiding in Miami under a new identity...

related to an investigation
you guys are already doing.

Mm-mmm. That's a whole
different department, Sam.

- Years in court.
- Listen, guys.

Just check it out, all right?
We've had our differences...

but I know you F.B.I. Guys bust your ass
every day to do the right thing.

I'll give you a time and a place.

Just check it out.

Watch out for Granny. You know, if you guys
want me to take her out, let me know.

All right, good luck.

[Michael Narrating] Being a fugitive
takes work. When you're being hunted...

hiding isn't something
you can do effectively without help.

So the best way to catch a fugitive
isn't to approach him...

as one of the people hunting him down...

it's to approach him as one of the people
who can help him stay on the run.

Ladies, I'm terribly sorry, but I have
a very important meeting with Mr. Duman.

Now, could you excuse us?

- Who are you?
- Me?

My name is Owen Matthews. But the more
important question is, who are you?

If you don't wanna have a very public...

very uncomfortable conversation
on that topic right now...

I'd ask these ladies to leave.

What do you want?

What makes you think you can just
sit at my table? What gives you that right?

You know, I don't like to have
a meeting like this...

but when I find Jean-Pierre Duman...

sitting in a restaurant
with F.B.I. Agents outside...

it is my obligation to sit down.

I've got a job to do. The people
I work for pay me a lot of money...

to make sure they don't land
in federal prison.

The people I work for
are very concerned right now...

about the legal problems
ofJean-Pierre Duman.

I don't know what you're talking about.
My name is Luc Renard.

Luc Renard. Yeah, call yourself whatever
you like. It doesn't matter what I think.

It matters what they think
because they're the ones following you.

They're the ones who will be
asking you questions.

- This conversation is over.
- Just give me a few more minutes.

- You need to hear what I have to say.
- Speak.

The people I work for were at
Flintridge Industries...

back when the company
was working with the Duman family.

I've been hired
to sanitize the record of those years.

- I'm here to help you, Jean-Pierre.
- My name is Luc Renard.

No, it's not. Not yet.

There is still a trail that exists
linking who you are with who you were.

I am here to redirect that trail, Jean-Pierre.

Until I do, everyone's in jeopardy.

You, my clients, everyone.

Let go... of my arm.

I'm not the problem here.

I'm the solution. Call me.

- Hey, Maddy.
- Hey, Sam. What are you doing here?

Uh, Mike said your ignition
needed some work.

I'm already taking care of it.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm not helpless, Sam.

- Have you ever had your car broken into?
- No, mostly just broken.

Well, I told the police I want a list...

of all the reported break-ins
in this area over the last six months.

Do you know these types
of crimes tend to cluster?

- I read that.
- Mmm. Very impressive.

- Don't pretend.
- [Chuckles]

This is gonna take time. I have
a partner stretching class in half an hour.

- Can you give me a ride?
- Uh... sure.

- Yeah, I can get you over there.
- Great.

'Cause I need a partner too. All right?

So you can hang out for the class,
and then give me a ride back.

Partner stretching? That sounds painful.

Ooh, boy.
[Groans]

- [Mutters]
- You all right, Sam?

[Chuckles] This body was not built
for the hip adductor stretch.

Ooh.
[Sighing]

What? I got an inflamed bursal sac.
I gotta ice it down.

Look, Mike, I think it's best
if you deal with your mom about the car.

[Duman]
The F.B.I., they know my real name.

- Is that the bug in Duman's office?
- Yeah.

What do I pay you for?
To protect me. To keep your hands on things.

[Man] We found the license plate
of the car that was here at the gate, sir.

- The man with the megaphone.
- [Duman] So, who was he?

His name is Claude Laurent, and he's staying
at the Golden Sunset Motel down by the beach.

- I don't know. Maybe he talked to the F.B.I.
- Then why are we here?

- Take me, now!
- Mike, Claude didn't leave Miami.

- We gotta get over there.
- Before Duman sends him home in a body bag.

Oh, boy. Yeah.
[Groaning]

Well, lookee there.

We've got our own little death squad
right here in the U.S. Of A.

Hold on, Sam. Stay here.

Mike, I'm pretty sure this is a two-man job,
you know, once the shooting starts.

I'm gonna see if
I can keep the shooting from starting.

Tell me you guys aren't this stupid.

What the hell are you doing here?

What do you think I'm doing here?

I'm here because the guy in this motel
is pretty pissed at the Duman family...

and causing problems for my clients.

But let me ask you, Luc,
what are you doing here?

Last we spoke,
you hadn't even heard of the Duman family.

- Get out of my way.
- You think this is gonna solve anything?

No. This is gonna solve nothing.

It is gonna cause us problems.
It's gonna make it worse...

- worse for me, worse for my clients,
worse for you.
- Move!

Oh, Mike.

You kill that man,
you validate everything he says.

That means news attention, attention
from the F.B.I. I cannot let that happen.

You say you can change the past! How?

Yes. I can change that.

I can take everything
that connects you back to Haiti.

Every document, every bank statement,
all of it.

I can clean it and hand you back
a whole new you.

AJean-Pierre Duman
who never has to hide again.

Now, choose.
I can change your story or end it.

Come to my house. Tomorrow.

Your house? Is thatJean-Pierre Duman's
house or Luc Renard's?

We will see.

[Exhales Sharply]

No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
You said you were going to leave town.

No. You said it would be safer
for me to go.

I said I understood. And I do.

You put yourself in danger!

I do not want safety, Mr. Westen.

I want justice.

Claude. We said we would handle this.

You think your daughter
wants you to get yourself killed?

That is what they said when I wanted to go
to the prisons to find her.

That is what they said
when I wanted to go to the newspapers.

I failed her before.

I will not fail her again.

- You were not responsible.
- I was a coward!

But never again.

I will not leave...

untilJean-Pierre Duman...

is returned to Haiti...

to face what he has done.

[Michael Narrating] Working covert ops,
you learn to exploit weakness.

You manipulate greed, fear, pride...

to make people do what you want.

But when you're dealing with true believers,
those weaknesses aren't there.

All you can do is help or get out of the way.

Wait.

You won't be safe at your motel.

I would like you to stay here.

[Fiona] It seems
my people skills are improving, Michael.

[Michael] You found the guy who smuggled
in our fake banker from the Cayman Islands?

I found where he keeps his boat.
And he just arrived.

- Go easy on him, Fi.
- You're breaking up.

[Beeps]

[Michael Narrating]
As a spy, it's usually best to be unknown.

It allows you to adjust to any situation
and be whoever you need to be.

However, there are
certain advantages to being known.

A reputation can be a powerful tool.

- You leaving?
- I was just, uh...

- You just got here.
- I forgot something.

I have to go get the thing that I forgot.

[Sighs]
Look, I don't want any trouble.

- But we haven't had a chance to meet. Fiona.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

You shot up Paco's boat, and you set fire
to that guy's place up in Boca.

Well, they interfered with
one of my gun shipments.

- But you wouldn't do that,
would you, Gary? We're friends.
- What do you want?

Well, I need to know about a guy who came in
a few days ago, called himself Gustavo.

He liked to play with knives.

He's dead, Gary.
He fell off a parking garage.

I brought him in on a run-up from
the Caymans. He paid cash. That's it.

[Sighs]
You know, I gotta tell you...

I'm a little disappointed, Gary.

I expect so much more from my friends.

I brought him in.
I dropped him off at a storage unit.

- I never saw him again.
- A storage unit. That's good.

You wouldn't happen to have the address
of that storage unit, would you, Gary?

- Ma!
- What, honey?

Have you seen Dad's power sander?

- What?
- I've been to your place, Michael.

Your sander's better than your father's.

What are you, checking on my progress?

I've seen guided missiles with simpler circuitry.
Why don't you just let me...

I can do this. How's Sam?
[Chuckling]

Recovering.
Your stretching class nearly killed him.

Well, what doesn't kill him
will make him stronger.

Believe me. I know.

[Coughs]
I don't think that applies to cigarettes, Ma.

You wanna go down
to the police station with me?

They're gonna show me photos of every
burglar in the area.

- No. I gotta...
- Michael, what is so important
you couldn't do that with me?

I'm helping a man find justice
for his murdered daughter.

Well, if you need any help with that,
honey, you let me know.

I think I found the storage facility
where Gustavo kept his stuff.

- Not too much damage done, I hope?
- Oh, no.

I didn't have to lift a finger.

My reputation precedes me, apparently.

You should think about moving
into one of these storage units.

Some of them have air conditioning.
It would be a step up.

I'll keep it in mind.
[Clears Throat]

Call the storage unit
and make some inquiries.

Let 'em know Gustavo passed away...

and that you're coming by after hours
to check on the unit.

I think I can handle that.

And you can say hello
to Monsieur Duman for me.

[Michael Narrating] Most people have
a hard time letting go of their past.

The same guy who will burn a village
to the ground without a thought...

often won't throw away an old necktie...

because it reminds him
ofhis high school graduation.

If you know what you're doing,
you can hang him with that necktie.

Come in.

How does this work, what you do?

You give me everything you have.

Your passport, your medical records...

your financial records,
everything from the old days.

Everything that ties you
to the nameJean-Pierre Duman.

- And then?
- We give you a new set of records.

[Michael On Radio] The money
siphoned from the government...

turns into income
from overseas investments.

You get a new travel record proving...

you weren't even in the country
when your enemies died in prison.

I handle it all.

My family left the island
of Haiti in a hurry.

These are some of the things
we thought we might need.

My father wanted to burn them...

but I thought perhaps someday...

You made the right choice.
No man should ever have to hide forever.

I'll take these and start cleaning them.

Wait. First, my father
would like to speak to you.

Your father?
I read that your father...

Was dead, yes. Back in Haiti, we buried
another man in his place.

- Oh.
- Oh, no. Daddy's still alive.

He's old-fashioned, my father.

He wants me to sit in the house
and hide from the cameras.

But I told him about you.
He did not believe.

But I said that you would explain.

So...

this is the man who can change the past.

I called some people I know long ago...

at Flintridge Industries.

They do not know you.

Tell me, why is this?

Some big misunderstanding.

Let's clear it up though.
Who did you talk to? Sam?

Because Sam is who I talked to.
Let me get him on the phone.

You know Sam. He's got the, uh...
the big office with the big windows...

south side of the building, the glass doors.

You know, where you can walk
right out onto the balcony.

There is... no such man.

Who are you?

Papa, wait. He said...

He knew about the prisons,
about Flintridge, about the money. He...

How many times...

I tell you to be careful?

But he warned me...

that the F.B.I. Was investigating us.

- Tell him.
- [Michael Narrating] It takes a lot longer...

to pull a gun than
most people think it does.

Almost five seconds on average
to draw and line up a shot.

Whether this is good news or bad news
depends on what side of the gun you're on.

Kill him! Get him!

[Man]
Get him!

Hey, hey, hey.

The papers are gone. They know we're looking.
They'll have burned 'em by now.

So that's it? Now we can do nothing?

I didn't say that. The papers were just
a way to get him to Haiti.

I assume there are people
who can identify him there without papers?

Yes. Uh, many people.

It's time for Duman
to take a trip back home. I like it.

- Fi, can you get Duman away from his bodyguards?
- Oui.

Sam, can you get us a truck?

For the chance to take these guys down,
I'll get us a convoy.

[Michael Narrating]
When you're abducting someone...

transportation usually isn't the issue.

There's no trick to driving a truck
with someone hidden in the back.

The challenge is getting them into the truck.

You can walk them in, drag them in...

or let gravity do the work and drop them in.

Well, that should do it.

- I just hope it's not too comfortable.
- I'm sure it'll be fine.

- My guys in ties.
- We checked out Duman.

Looks like the information you gave us is good
for once, Axe. He's a real son of a bitch.

Thing is, there's not a whole lot we can do,
not without proof of who he is.

Damn shame, really.

Right.
But the thing is, if you still wanna help...

Come on, Axe. You know as well as I do...

we can't do anything official
unless we got warrants.

- Whole thing's gotta go up the chain.
- Yeah. I figured.

But unofficially, what'd you have in mind?

****[Man Singing In French]

Eh?

[Michael Narrating]
Spend time with corrupt...

homicidal Third World political figures,
and you hear a lot of self-pity.

What kind of man
throws his political enemies in prison...

and tortures them to death?

Usually it's a guy who feels so sorry
for himself, he feels justified doing anything.

Killers, by and large, are whining losers.

But that doesn't make them
any less dangerous.

[Duman]
I do not want to be disturbed.

- Understand?
- [Chuckling]

Lie down on your stomach.

Close your eyes.

[Michael Narrating]
Most over-the-counter allergy medicines...

contain mild sedatives.

- [French]
- [Chuckles]

In the right dosage,
they cause a pleasant drowsiness.

In the wrong dosage...

they cause dizziness,
hallucinations and unconsciousness.

What was that?

My secret.

[Groaning]

- [Pounding On Door]
- [Man] Mr. Duman!

Mr. Duman!

Michael!

- [Pounding Continues]
- Mr. Duman! Open the door!

- Mr. Duman, are you okay?
- [Grunts]

Mr. Duman, open the door, sir!

[Muffled Shouting]

Calm down. Keep screaming
all the way back to Haiti...

you're gonna be hoarse for your trial.

I guess he can't change
the past after all.

You need to get going.
Sam has a friend with a boat.

He'll get you both back to Haiti.

- You'll go now?
- Yes.

My daughter, she...
she would have liked you.

She was very brave.

Like her father.

[Engine Starts]

Michael.

- What are those for?
- Well, I thought I'd, uh...

help you with the rewiring of the car
if you needed it.

I did it!

Really? You rewired the car by yourself?

I did it.

I went through some of
your father's old papers.

I found this diagram, and I just put the wires
back where they were supposed to be.

It wasn't that hard, Michael.

I don't know what to say.

Ooh! They caught them.

Teenagers breaking into garages.
I watched them come out of Mr. Howell's house.

I recognized the photographs,
and I called the cops.

You know, I think your father wired
the car the way he did...

'cause I think he thought...

if he was the only one who could fix it,
that we'd always need him.

Be more useful, you know.
Part of the family.

So did you catch yours?

The guy who killed the girl?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Good for you, sweetheart.

Hey, Sam. Your buddy's boat
make it back to Haiti okay?

Uh, yeah. The Coast Guard kept clear,
thanks to you guys.

- We have no idea what you're talking about, Axe.
- Yeah, right.

Well, I got a list of officials
who took kickbacks...

from Flintridge Industries
back in the day.

It's probably enough for you guys to go
after Papa Duman too.

- Little bird told me.
- Little bird, huh?

Mm-hmm. He thought it would keep him from
being returned to the nest.

And I figured this could buy you guys
some time away from Granny.

Not exactly by the book, Axe.

Or I could send you
a bouquet with a nice card.

We'll find a way to use this.

Man, all this talking makes me hungry.
But mostly thirsty.

Drinks on Uncle Sam. Yeah. Come on, guys.

Cough it up. Mojito!

- You called the storage place?
- Manager knows we're coming.

For the record, Michael,
I don't like this plan.

What plan?

You using yourself as bait...

to see if whoever sent Gustavo after you
takes another crack.

That's what I would do.

[Sighs] You gonna let me back
you up for real this time?

- Fi.
- If you're right...

there's a good chance
he's waiting on a roof with a rifle...

to take a shot at you.

That's what I would do.

I need him alive.

I need you alive.

You see anything, Fi?

[Fiona On Radio]
Not yet.

Maybe it's time we announced our arrival.

[Michael Narrating]
If you suspect you're walking into an ambush...

searching for where
the bad guys are hidden...

is probably going to get you killed.

Unless you get lucky and find them
in the first place you look, you are dead.

If you can manage it, the best move
is to make it impossible to hide.

He's right above you.
He's on the move, Michael.

[Michael Narrating]
When you're in a foot chase...

the trick is to stay in visual contact...

with whoever you're pursing
until they run out of gas.

Of course, visual contact
doesn't do you much good...

if you're separated by a 12-foot-high
razor-wire-topped fence.

You should change your workout, Michael.
You're not doing enough cardio.

Wait.

Did you see him?

[Michael]
Yeah. It turns out we've met before.