Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 16 - Devil You Know - 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, 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-

- 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: As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

Previously on Burn Notice.

I want you people out of my life!

Tell me, Michael.
All your old enemies from your spy days...

where do you think they've been?

You've been under our protection.

You want out?

There's the door.

You have no idea what hell will rain down...

if we stop watching out for you!

Your shades got delivered to the loft,
along with this.



Come on in, Michael. The water's warm.

You're to steal flight data
for every private plane...

flying in and out of Miami
for the next six weeks.

You get that
when it's mandated by the government.
This is some serious black flight, Mike.

You found out what's on that flight.

Is not what. Is who.

- Who's on the flight?
- His name is Simon.

Paid me $ 10 million. Turns out his plan
was to shoot me, come after you.

- Did I mention I'm attached
to an explosive device?

- Mike, what the hell
is going on over there?
- Sam, Gilroy's dead.

- You know that prisoner
he was helping escape?
- Don't tell me.

He's out, Sam. He's free.

The whole reason we were
getting involved here, Mike, was so he didn't.

No need to remind me.

His name's Simon. That's all I know.

Right now I just need to get clear of the cops.

Mike, it's not just the cops. The F.B.I. Is
involved now. Homeland Security's on alert.

Pretty soon it's gonna be the I.R.S.,
the Forest Service...

and the Food and Drug Administration
are gonna be looking for you.

I'm heading to the canal streets.
I'll do my best to stay clear.

- See if you can do a little recon for me.
- You got it, brother.

Holy crapoley.

Spies are in the lawbreaking business.

Call it espionage, covert ops,
whatever you like.

When you get right down to it...

you're a criminal working for a good cause.

When yourjob involves daily lawbreaking...

chances are you're going to find yourself
on the wrong end of a manhunt at some point.

42-Indy, I'm at the corner
of Canal and 155th Street.

Suspect is on foot.
Need backup A.S.A.P. Copy?

I don't want to hurt you. Just stop.

Just stop!

It's hard to get used to the idea...

that doing the right thing can mean
being public enemy number one.

Stop right now!
Put your hands on your head now!

The good news is you're usually too busy
trying to survive to get upset.

The best thing is to get away,
deal with the situation...

and hope people are in a forgiving mood.

Commuter parking lots are great for fugitives.

You can get some sleep
while your pursuers lose momentum...

to exhaustion and shift changes.

It's also one-stop shopping
for a new phone or dry clothes.

- Sam, it's me.
- You've reached
Sam Axe's Fugitive Assistant Service.

Sam speaking. How was your night?

Not bad, under the circumstances.

That's a silver lining, I suppose,
'cause I'm looking at the dark cloud.

Your place is crawling with surveillance.

You got two teams drinking
convenience store coffee.

I guess they saw your car was gone
and decided to wait up all night to surprise you.

I guess I'm not going back to my place then.

Listen. We gotta get Simon.
Kind of guy who escapes from a black flight-

Is not the kind of guy you want mixing
with the general public. Yeah, I'm with you.

So I called Fi, suggested we rally,
make a plan.

- Called your ma too.
- Meet at the emergency spot?

No. I'm thinking we should meet
at the emergency emergency spot.

See you there.

- Madeline Westen?
- Yes?

My name is Agent Callahan.
I'm with the F.B.I.

We need to talk to you
about your son Michael.

So, were you, um- were you planning a trip?

Oh, no. No, I'm just going
out of town for a while. You know.

No, no. I don't know. Was the answer no,
you weren't planning a trip...

or yes, you're getting out of town?

I'm going on a day trip.

And do you usually bring
a pump-action shotgun with you on a day trip?

Can't be too careful these days.

Ma'am, I'll get right to the point.

Your son is in a lot of trouble...

and I just want to bring him in
and get the facts.

And until then,
he is in an enormous amount of danger.

So please, help me help him.

Now, I assume from your day-trip bag here
that you have a way of reaching him.

I'd like you to call him...

and set up a meeting.

Now.

Spies love places people tend to avoid-

sewage plants, toxic dumps,
condemned motels-

all places you can put emergency supplies...

and not worry about
whether they'll be there when you need them.

Well, we got enough firepower for an army.

Unfortunately,
we're a little light on snacks.

There was no place for a fridge,
so we got no yogurt and we got no beer.

Think we're gonna be all right, Sam.

Mike, this is the emergency emergency phone.

Only person who knows this number
aside from the three of us is your ma.

Hello.

Michael? It's me.

Uh, there's been a change of plans.

I want you to come home right now.

- I need to talk to you.
- Mom, is something-

Good. I'll see you soon then.

She said to come home right now.

It's what she used to say
when my dad was on a bender...

and she wanted me
to stay away from the house.

- You think that she-
- The F.B.I. Went everywhere else.

Oh, Mike, they're gonna come at her hard.

She knows the cars we drive, our contacts.

She's good, but she's not gonna be able
to hold out forever.

I have faith in her. She'll be fine.

So listen, Mike.
Um, me and Fi want to talk to you...

about this whole business with Simon.

Neither of us liked you getting involved
with Gilroy in the beginning.

- I didn't have a choice. I had-
- Mike, I know you did what you had to do.

But we got a situation here.

We're with you, but no more "lone wolf" crap.

- We got to know that you're with us.
- I'm with you.

Good. All right.
We're gonna do it right this time.

We're gonna be careful.
We're gonna watch each other's backs.

- Combat knives for everyonejust in case.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry, guys.

Was that an apology?

Okay, we gotta
keep moving here, stay ahead of Simon.

Any ideas?

He killed Gilroy with explosives.

He killed Gilroy with explosives.

I assume Gilroy
didn't make the bomb that killed him.

So Simon's got to have
an explosives expert in Miami. Fi.

I'll track down the supplier.

I have the rest of my stuff on Gilroy
in the Charger.

- It's parked in Coral Gables.
- Keep your head down, Mikey.

A good operative
doesn't believe in coincidences.

It's true, of course, that food stands
catch fire from time to time.

It's even possible
that one might catch fire...

at the same time you happen
to be looking for a violent fugitive.

But it's sure not likely.

Any of it look familiar?

Not really.

These little incidents...

you'll be interested to know,
are all things you're accused of doing...

the very things
that earned you your burn notice.

Chechnya, 2002.

You read your file, didn't you?
Fifty people dead.

It was 54 actually,
but I guess some journalist got lazy.

I didn't do that.
I didn't do any of these things.

I know that. I did.

All of it? You?

Well, not the boring parts.

But the greatest hits? These were mine.

We're leaving, Simon.
You're getting back on an airplane. Let's go.

No, we won't be doing that.
We're gonna have a conversation.

A few tons of explosives in a hotel...

in Miami Beach.

There's the detonator,
fuel and fertilizer mixture.

Behave, or that screen
gets a lot more exciting.

Gun down. Phone on the counter.

Now.

Thank you. We need to have
a good working relationship.

You see, you're gonna help me with something.

Why would I want to help you?

The powers that be decided
that I was uncontrollable.

They dumped me in a hole.

They transferred my file to you,
gave you a fearsome reputation.

My reputation.

- Do you want it?
- I want my life back.

Fine. It's yours. Take it.

I will. To do that, we need-
You know him as management.

You're gonna bring him to Miami for me.

You want me to bring you management?

He ruined my life. We're not on good terms.

He wants you back in the fold.
He'll come when you call.

You'll have to convince him or, uh-

Boom!

I've been watching your career in Miami.

Just think of me as one of those people
you help in your spare time-

a desperate fellow with a problem.

As a spy, you want to
work with people with clear alliances.

The biggest monster in the world becomes
quite predictable on a government payroll.

The worst nightmare is a lone crazy person.

Red phosphorus under the cooktop.

- They'll be putting that out for days.
- Simon.

Just so we're clear, you need me
to get in touch with management.

Yeah. I want you to bring him
to the government building...

at 703 Grand Avenue at 6:00 p. m.

Tell him you want a new identity.
Tell him you want a Shetland pony.

I don't care. Just get him there.

I can try,
but I need to go back to my loft to do it.

Well, let's take a ride then.

- Wait. Wait.
- I don't like waiting.

The van. Surveillance.
They went around the block three times.

They probably picked me up
on one of the traffic cams.

- Let's kill him and be done with it.
- Listen. This is an opportunity.

I need to find out what kind of surveillance
is on me at the loft.

- I have to talk to the guy.
- We have a busy day, Michael.

Do you have any idea
how much heat there is on me right now?

We rush this, we're dead.

Stay here. Keep an eye on the cops.

Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?

Sorry, man. If you're looking to buy
something off the truck, I can't do it.

- What the hell are you doing?
- You scream, you die. Do you want to live?

Keep your mouth shut
and run as fast as you can that way.

Can I borrow your phone?

Go.

- Hello.
- Sam, it's me. I don't have a lot of time.

- Simon found me.
- Oh, Jesus, Mike.

He wants me to get management to Miami.

- Management?
- Long story.

When you were at my loft,
did you see a way in?

No. They got it surrounded. The marina,
the container yard. Best bet is the river.

You could go up a couple hundred yards
and swim, but you sure you want to do that?

If I don't, Simon's gonna blow up a hotel.

Oh, great. Any idea which one?

That'd be too easy.
You and Fi got to find that bomb.

Well, she's twisting arms-

And calling in favors, so we're doing what we can.

But, Mike,
don't let Simon out of your sight, okay?

Give us some time to get to a phone.
We find the bomb, you take this guy out.

I'll do my best, Sam.

There you are. I was beginning to think
you didn't understand our arrangement.

I got what I needed.
Two F.B.I. Teams are watching my place.

- But I know a way in.
- And the surveillance?

I took care of him.

Michael, I didn't think you had it in you.

So that was the signal then.
You warned him off.

- What are you talking about?
He said he's on his way.
- Don't play games with me.

I'm not.

How much do you know
about your son's situation, Mrs. Westen?

I prefer to give him his privacy.

Do you know what he does?

He kills people. Yeah.

Look at that.

I have to get something from the kitchen.
Can I get you any-

No, no. I want you to sit down,
and I want you to look at that.

That was just three years ago in Jordan.

Thirty people were on that bus.

Fifteen survived, all of them maimed.

- He didn't do this.
- Come on, you think
he's gonna tell his mother?

You think he's gonna say,
"Sorry, Mom. I blew up a bus today"?

People get burned for a reason, Mrs. Westen.

Please. Where were you going
to meet your son?

The Sawgrass Mills Mall.

The food court.

Thank you.

So, that's our hotel bomber's house?

It better be, or I know a gun dealer...

who's gonna be choking on my high heel.

- Looks like he's home.
- From what I hear, he doesn't get out much.

And he's got more guns in there
than a little African country.

Probably shouldn't knock
on the front door then.

Fi, how does this baby handle?

Fi, how does this baby handle?

When entering a possible combat situation...

you want the element of surprise
on your side.

It's why Special Forces
like to rappel down from helicopters.

Of course if you don't have a helicopter,
you may have to improvise.

Hi, honey. I'm home.

Uh-uh. Hands up.

I ain't got anything else to tell you, ma'am.

I came down from Rhode Island.

Picked up a couple of jobs doing demolitions-
little side work for a biker gang.

You are operating on my turf.

That biker gang?
They told me how to find you.

You see, Keith, if I asked them...

to drag you back to Rhode Island
behind their Harleys, they would...

just so that I would owe them a favor.

- Capisce?
- Yeah.

So answer my questions
about this little hotel bomb...

or take your chances with the bikers.

I just did what the guy said.
He gave me the specs. I made the device.

I put it in a basement at the Epic Hotel.

Okay, so you just put a bomb on a hotel
just like that, like washing your car?

I was gonna turn the job down.
This guy's nuts.

He's Grade "A" psycho. You'd like him.

- This device, how's it set up?
- It's airtight.

It's got a timer and a remote.

Epic Hotel.
We better get down there. You sit tight.

The cops will be here any minute.

It's insulting, really.

They give you my file, you think they could
set you up in a nicer neighborhood.

It grows on you.

My place, just across the canal,
around the bridge.

Looks clear. Shall we?

There is no "we. "
The F.B.I.'s all over my place.

I think we can handle a few guys in suits.

I'm swimming across the canal, scaling
a back wall and coming in through the roof.

I'm not sure I can do that alone
without being seen.

The two of us, we don't stand a chance.

- You got 10 minutes. How's that sound?
- Ten minutes? Sounds like a joke.

Well, what can I say? I'm hilarious.

Go.

Hear that? I think someone's on the roof.

Radio the boys. We're gonna check it out.

Work in intelligence long enough...

and you hang on to phone numbers.

No matter who your enemy is,
there's a chance you'll need him tomorrow.

Churchill and Stalin weren't chummy in 1941.

But once the Nazis marched on Moscow,
they got past their differences.

Answering service.

This is Michael Westen.
I need to speak to management.

One moment, please.

Michael Westen. So, changed your mind?

I'm calling about a former employee of yours-
Simon?

- How do you know about Simon?
- I know about Simon...

because he escaped from whatever hole
you put him in, and now he wants your head.

He wants me to get you
to a government building...

on Grand Ave. By 6:00 p. m.

Keep him where he is. I'll get a team to you.

He's not that stupid.

Right now all we have
is he thinks I'm willing to hand you over...

if it means clearing my name.

Ah. And you have a proposal?

You come just like he wants.

You bring a team, and you take him down
when he comes after you.

Fine.

But know this.

You're my insurance.

If this goes wrong, I wouldn't want to be you
or anyone who knows you.

I figured.

Gotta go. Talk to you later.

When a trained team
is advancing on your position...

sneaking away is usually impossible.

Your best bet is to give them something else
to worry about.

And nine minutes, 30 seconds.
I was getting itchy.

I talked to our mutual friend.

- It's set. We're meeting at 6:00.
- Very good.

Michael, I know this makes you unhappy,
but that old man has it coming.

Just think of me as an instrument ofjustice.

Yeah. I'll try to wrap my head around that.
We should move now.

Oh.

Take a right up here.
If we cut through the warehouse district,
we can lose him in the alleys.

Thanks. I like this route just fine.

Listen to me. They're gaining on us.

If they catch us,
they're gonna cut us off at the causeway.

Or not.

Ooh.

Whoo!

You pull something like that again,
and I'll end this now.

Will you really?

Wanna run around Miami playing
"which hotel's gonna blow up" after I'm dead?

See, if I was you,
I'd just go ahead and do it.

But then I like a hotel blowing up
every once in a while.

What's it gonna be?

Just drive.

Any fatalities?

Thanks.

Sawgrass Mills Mall, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, we went up there. Nothing.

You know, Mrs. Westen, at this point, I could
charge you with aiding and abetting a felon.

Nothing there? Probably was a senior moment.

You know,
sometimes I put my phone in the freezer.

Enough! Your son just caused
a major accident on River Road.

- I don't know anything.
- People were injured- my people.

These are men with families, and you're
sitting there and letting it happen.

Got some stuff from the garage-
modified shotgun rounds...

some listening devices,
bomb making components.

Shh, shh, shh.
So what do you have to say about this?

- Those are mine.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Before you continue...

let me be perfectly clear, Mrs. Westen.

You are now confessing to federal crimes-
crimes your son committed.

Now, that may seem very noble right now...

but believe me, after you're
in a federal prison for a few years...

you will feel very different.

Look, believe it or not,
I'm trying to help you.

I want to get Michael in one piece.

Those men out there, the ones he hurt?
They don't care anymore.

- What does that mean?
- It means they will shoot first
and ask questions later.

Ha! It's funny. You never really know a car
until you drive it through a wall.

This little baby did good.

Hey, keep it out front here, will you?
Just got a quick errand. Thank you, sir.

Well, our bomber says it's over here.

Wow. That guy does not mess around.

Right up against a load-bearing wall.

Liquid nitrogen
isn't available at the corner store...

but it is a standard part
of a bomb maker's workshop.

It's also useful for defusing explosives.

On a well-made bomb,
you can forget about cutting wires.

Any decent bomb maker will make sure
the important wires are impossible to reach.

- Well, Fi, it's been real.
- Yes, it has.

Freeze the detonator, though...

and you can usually remove it safely.

Of course "usually" is not a word you want to
hear when you're working with explosives.

I heard a beep. Was that a beep?

Get rid of it. Get it behind something!

Okay.

False alarm. We're good.

Oh, nice. Let's go.

Ah. Smell that sea air.

You miss that
when you're locked in a secret prison.

It's the little things.

- Time to get out.
- Get out?

You're planning to snatch a guy
who's bringing an armed team.

We should be scouting the site.

I've hired my own team.
I'm gonna put them in place now, in fact.

Thank you for your offer. I'll be fine.

You just be at the government building
with management at 6:00.

I said, get out.

Simon, this doesn't make any sense.
You keep me with you, we can do this right.

Uh, you don't think I know what you're doing?

You want to keep me here
so you can contact your friends...

and try to find a way out of this.

It's not gonna happen.

You don't want to do this, fine. Walk away.

Shoot me.

We don't have to do this my way.

My way, however, is the only way...

that doesn't involve
the deaths of thousands of people.

Your call.

- I'll see you at 6:00.
- Right.

Don't look so glum, Michael.

Remember, this goes right, everybody wins.

Call your friends. Yeah.

I'll see you soon.

Sam.

- Jesus, Mikey, there you are.
I've been calling and calling.

- What happened?
- Well, it was a little messy,
but we dealt with the bomb.

- We're clear.
- We're a lot of things, Sam,
but clear isn't one of'em.

Thank you.

We just got some more news.

There was an explosion
in a hotel in Miami Beach.

- You think Michael did that?
- You're damn right I think it was Michael.

- Why would he want to do that?
- You tell me...

why your son would want to blow up a hotel.

He would never do that.

"He would never do that. '"
He did! Look at the file.

You saw it already.
Everything's there. It's documented.

- And these are all lies!
- I saw it with my own eyes!

I saw your son attack a police officer,
Mrs. Westen. He nearly killed the man.

Your son shot at me. He tried to kill me.

You live in a fantasy world, lady!
You have no idea who your own son really is!

I know this.

If Michael wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

I know exactly who my son is!

Now back off!

Last chance, Mrs. Westen.

Do you really want to pay
for your son's mistakes?

He paid for mine.

You are under arrest.

All right, get up.
Put your hands behind your back. Up, now!

That's the government building.
That's where Simon wants management.

It's pretty open down there.

This means you got two teams
shooting it out in traffic. Perfect.

We got the bomb. He's lost his leverage.
We should shoot the bastard.

Yeah, if he shows himself,
that's exactly what we should do.

All righty then. It's that kind of thing?

Yeah. It's definitely that kind of thing.

I need to go meet management
at his landing site.

You're going in alone, unarmed?

Management wants to do it his way, Fi.

Wants his team to do all the shooting.

I'm just there to make sure Simon shows up.

- Any idea where Simon is?
- Probably set up a few miles away
in an armored truck.

- That's what I would do.
- Well, we'll back you up the best we can.

- That's what I would do.
- Well, we'll back you up the best we can.

Thank you.

To be a spy, you need physical fitness...

a facility with languages,
a tolerance for exotic foods...

and the bugs that come with them.

But ultimately,
there's no greater qualification...

than the ability to look someone
who ruined your life in the eye...

and say, "Let's work together. '"

- Right on time.
- When it comes to Simon,
I don't take chances.

- Where is he?
- I'm assuming he's planning
on grabbing you on the street.

About that- let's be clear
about one thing before this begins.

I might look like a nice old man,
but I assure you, Michael, I'm not.

I'll remember that.
You have your guys in place?

Down on the street by the office.
They've identified Simon's team.

- They'll grab Simon
as soon as he shows his face.
- Simon's team? Already?

Locals apparently. They'll be eliminated
as soon as the extraction starts.

Simon paid $10 million to break
out of prison. He hired an amateur team?

Whatever trick Simon
has planned down there...

we have more than enough firepower
to take care of it.

- How many helipads in the area?
- Helipads? Just the one.

Just the one?

He knew where you were going to land.

Oh!

Guess I was wrong
about that "everybody wins" thing.

Don't be disappointed.
You'll get your reputation back.

Course you'll be dead.
Better late than never.

I guess your new little pet
didn't work out so well.

Ahh!

- Time to go, you son of a bitch.
- What the hell happened?

I don't know. I just came out here,
and the chopper was on fire.

This guy's hurt.
I'm gonna take him downstairs.

I need all units to the roof now.

Come on, Mikey. Answer.

- Sam.
- Mike, what happened up there?

Things didn't go quite as planned.

Yeah, no kidding.
Look, we're down on the street, south side.

- Can you get down here?
- I'm working on it.

There's no trick
to getting down off a building quickly.

Gravity will take care of that for you.

The challenge is getting down
without breaking your neck.

- Mike, what the hell is going on?
- Simon got away.

He's with management.
He's wearing a blue security uniform, and-

There. There, by the ambulance.

You call the F.B.I. You tell them where I am.

- I'm taking this truck.
You make sure they follow me.
- No. We talked about this.

- We're in this together.
- The feds are gonna be all over me.

- We are going with you.
- You can't follow me this time, Fi.

I got to do this one on my own. Fi-

Oh!

Michael! Don't.

- Let us take care of him.
- You had your chance.
I saw how well that went.

Michael!

Shooting an unarmed man
with the F.B.I. About to arrive...

will put a big dent in your future.

And you have a big future.

I should leave. See you soon.

Are you kidding me?

You gonna listen to the old man?

You gonna listen to the old man?

4.75 pounds of pressure on that trigger...

this all ends.

- Come-
- Put the gun down.

Put it down!

- Do it now!
- You heard him!

Drop your weapon!
I will blow your head off. Put the gun down!

Oh, he owns you now, boy.

- Get on your stomachs.
- It's just a matter of time...

- till you're just like me.
- Face down!

Put your hands on top of your head!

Just like me.

Just like me.

I've been sitting here for hours.

Yes, you have.

So, you gonna charge me with something?

Me? No. I'm off the case.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm off the case.

- Where's my son?
- Honestly, I have no idea.

Uh, we had him in custody for about
20 minutes, and then he was taken away.

- He was here? You had him here?
- That's right.

And God only knows what hole he's in now.

- What's that supposed to mean?
He just disappeared?
- Pretty much.

Before, I could have gone
through official channels.

But once someone is removed from our custody,
there is nothing I can do...

and that is your choice.

You had him, and you let somebody take him.

You did! You let somebody take him!

You hit me all you want.

It won't change a thing.

He is gone.

You could go.

- How do I find my son?
- I have no idea.

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