Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 8 - Friends Like These - 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,
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--
- [ 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:
As long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you prepare for a mission,

it's the little things
that count.

Firepower is great,
but an operation's more likely
to be saved...

by a fresh set of batteries
than a gun.

"Bring a camera"?
That's all he'd tell you
about this gig?

Strickler plays it
close to the vest.

And you're just going
right along with it.
I don't have much choice.

If I want my old job back,
he's the guy that can
make it happen.

The fact that he's a weasel
doesn't give you pause?

Fi, right now he's the only
dance partner I have.
You know what I mean.



He's my ticket back in, Fi.

[ Knocking ]

- Fiona Glenanne.
Always a pleasure.
- The pleasure's all yours.

Okay. Well, I'd love to
stay and chat, but Michael and I
have work to do.

Ready to go, Michael?

Hey. Michael.

I know how much
this job means to you,

but if it doesn't
feel right, promise me
you'll walk away.

Fi, I have to go.

I sense you're not
entirely comfortable with
this arrangement, Michael.

So I just want to remind you
what's at stake.

You do this, and you have
my word the powers that be
will review your burn notice.

Your word?
Laugh if you like,

but I wouldn't be driving
an Aston Martin if I didn't know
how to keep a promise.

- You'll get your call
from Washington.
- Tell me about the job.

That is a safe house
for an American
intelligence agency,

and they use it
to store weapons
for missions abroad.

Now, what if I told you
I know the exact moment
it's left unguarded?

Don't worry.
I'm not asking you
to steal them.

Somebody's already
taking care of that.

Got word that thieves
were ripping off a stash
of military equipment.

We should alert the owners.

[ Strickler ]
Oh, we will.
But timing is everything.

Now, I paid a hefty sum
to learn that they're selling
the stuff on Friday,

but nobody knows
the buyer or the location.

That's where you come in,
superstar.

The crew has a cleaner.

Ding, ding, ding!
Give this man a prize.

He's the key
to tracking the sale.

I'm no ace operative,
but I'd say a picture of his
license plate would be helpful.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Heists are like parties.

The worst part is cleaning up.
Someone has to stay behind
to get rid of all the evidence.

Of course, tidying up after
a heist often involves methods
not suitable for parties.

Moment of truth, Michael.

[ Thunderclap ]
[ Groans ]

You going somewhere?
Yep.

Going out with Miss Reynolds.
Got new underwear
and everything.

[ Chuckles ] Buddy of mine's
gonna loan me his villa.

Got a full bar, hot tub with
a 14-jet water massage system.

Nice. Any luck running that
license plate for me with
your cop buddies?

Yeah. But, Mike, I mean,
come on.

Are you really working
with Strickler?
The guy's a parasite.

He can help clear my name.
I don't get to be choosy.

Uh-huh. Anyway, look.
The car was rented
with a stolen Visa,

so that's no surprise,
but get this:

Same card bought gas three times
in a neighborhood in Doral.

And?
Well, the only place
out there...

that doesn't ask for I.D. when
you check in is the Wages Motel.

So, I'll bet you a minty mojito
that's where he's hiding out.

Great work, Sam.
I need to get eyes on it
before he makes a move.

Hold your horses there, cowboy.
The motel is right across
the street from a bingo parlor.

You're not gonna blend in with
the senior citizens, so we gotta
set up some kind of...

rotating surveillance
in a storefront down the street.

Oh. Do me a favor. Uh, that
kind of wrecks the top of 'em.

Just a little fold is good.
Do you have a better idea?

Look. Don't shut me down
right away, Mike,

but I'm thinking this could
work better if we had someone
who could blend in with bingo.

Somebody we trust.
Someone close to home.

You talking about my mom?
Look. It's only a watching job,

so there's gonna be
other people around.
She should be fine.

I'll talk to her.
Oh. Uh, yeah. About that.

I should mention. Um,
she's been a little out of sorts
since the roof started leaking.

Leaking?
How bad we talking?

Uh, pretty bad.
For some crazy reason,

she thinks it has to do with
the time I blew up the house.

Strictly need to know, Mike.

Anyway, Fi's in there
helping clean up.

Will there be any shooting?
No, Mom. No shooting.

All you'll be doing
is watching.

[ Water Trickling ]

Damn it! See?

Every time it rains,
I'm telling you,

this place turns into
Noah's ark.

Mom, I'll fix the roof.
I need your help.

Fine. It'll be good
to get out of the house.

I'll get my purse.

Really, Michael, it's one thing
for you to do this job,
but involving your mom--

I'm just adapting to the needs
of the operation, Fi.

Fi.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah.

Mike! Mike, you're there.
Thank God.

It's Barry. Look.
Um, you know all those
favors you owe me?

- I'm calling in all of them.
- Barr, I'm right in the middle
of something.

I'm at the Carlito.
And bring Fiona, 'cause this
could get a little violent.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- What's going on, Barry?
- Someone stole my ledger, Mike.

The list of my clients
and all the accounts
where I, uh,

protect their money.

So, what, it's like a little
black book for money launderers?

Yeah. Only instead of
blondes named Chloe,

I got a bunch of angry rich guys
who are gonna dismember me
when they find out it's gone.

You keep that all written down
in one place?

Yeah, I know.
It's part of my sales pitch.

You keep data on a computer,
it's like open season
for hackers and the I.R.S.,

so I run things
old-school, you know.

Anyway, I got a phone call
this morning.

This new friend.
He wants five million
by Thursday,

or he's gonna
sell the ledger.

And if somebody starts
blackmailing my clients,
it's like--

[ Sighs ]

Seriously? You're gonna
make me beg?
I need help, Mike!

I say beg.

We're not gonna make you beg.

Any idea who's behind this?

I kept the ledger in a private
storage space that I took out
under an alias.

- Well, could someone
have followed you to it?
- Uh-uh. No.

When I go there, I keep, like,
an eye over both shoulders,
like, simultaneously.

Was anything else
in your storage space,
besides the ledger?

No. It was just the ledger,
some cash and a little paperwork
Amy asked me to hold on to.

- Amy?
- A girlfriend. Yeah. We're
going on three months now.

This scumbag stole her will
and the deed to her house.

She's gonna be pissed,
and when Amy gets pissed,
ouch.

Barry, you ever hear
of a Trojan horse?

You put a tracker
on a document, you give it
to someone to hide, and--

You follow the signal
back to the hiding place.

- Tracker on the documents?
Jesus. They can do that?
- It's standard technique.

No. No, no, no.
That's impossible. Amy's in
Atlanta taking care of her aunt.

She was out of town
the same week
that the ledger disappeared?

What? You don't think Amy--

I mean, come on.
She's, like, my special lady.
We're--

- Oh, man.
- Don't worry, Barry.
We'll sort it out.

[ Man ]
All right. We've got some
lucky people here today.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Anyone trained in
countersurveillance knows...

most field ops are between 22,
when people finish training,

and 55, when they retire,

which is why
even wary operatives...

don't usually pay attention
to kids or anyone
on Social Security.

How's that? Casual enough?
[ Sam On Earpiece ]
It's just fine, Maddy.

Now look. You're just
playing bingo. Just think of
this as a normal afternoon.

A normal afternoon,
I'd be in
my aqua aerobics class,

not being afraid someone's
gonna shoot at me.

No one's gonna get shot.
Just keep a low profile.

Now, if you see our guy,
don't stare, don't take
pictures, don't do anything.

- Just call us. Okay?
- Okay.

Just remember.
Low profile, Maddy.
I got it, Sam.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Man ]
I-26.

I-26.
Bingo!

We have a winner.

I still think
we're wasting our time
going after Amy.

Her Aunt Sandy has, like,
type 2 diabetes.

Stay calm, Barry.
Michael's just doing
a perimeter check.

We have a Range Rover
parked out back,
music blaring inside the house.

Either Aunt Sandy made
a miracle recovery,
or Amy never left town.

- I bought her that car.
- Love is a fragile thing,
Barry.

Wait here. We'll be right back.

Fresh scratches.

Looks like someone
beat us to it.

** [ Stereo: Rock ]

** [ Continues ]

Hey. You're trespassing.

You must be Amy.

I don't know who you people are.
You've got exactly five seconds
to get the hell off my property.

No need for drama.
We just want to have
a conversation.

I warned her.

A ledger? Look.
I don't know anything about it.
I-I could sue, you know.

Amy, you think
people running
a five-million-dollar...

extortion scheme
are just gonna
let you walk away?

-You're a loose end.
-There's a trembler switch under
the driver's side of your car.

Not bad work.
Put any weight on it,

that thing'll blow up
like it's made of
solid gasoline.

Somebody wants you dead, Amy.
You want to tell us
what's going on?

A trembler switch? Yeah, right.
Whatever you say. You know what?
I'm calling the cops.

I think a demonstration
is in order.

Wait a minute.
What are you doing?
That's my car. No. What--

No! What are you doing? No!

[ Screams ]

Oh, my God.

Trembler switch.
Voilà.

Oh, my God. Okay.
Look. He was gonna pay me
a hundred thousand dollars.

I like Barry, but 100K.
Are you kidding me?

- Do you remember his name?
- I-I can't remember his name.
He was some kind of foreign.

- Where did you meet him?
- At a house in Coconut Grove.
Okay?

That's all I know.
I swear to God.

[ Fiona ]
It's time to leave town, Amy.

Oh, the window, Mike?
I mean,

shouldn't we just pick the lock
on the door, you know,
like civilized people?

The back door is too exposed.

[ Whirring ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Searching a pre-furnished house
is pretty straightforward.

Without a lot of furniture
or customized safes, there
aren't many great hiding places.

So, once you've checked
all the usual slicks--
the spots pros would use--

you're stuck calling it a day
or ripping out the drywall.

[ Gate Clicks ]

[ Sighs ]
It's not here, Mike.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Yeah, Fi?

You've got company.
Get out of there, Michael.

Time to go?

We leave now, they'll know
we were here. Barry's ledger
disappears forever.

What exactly are you
proposing, Mike?

We owe him, Sam.

[ Groans ]

Man and a woman.
[ Car Doors Closing ]

Get out of there.

Michael? Get out of there.

Welcome home.

- We need to talk.
- [ Keys Jingle ]

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- Shut up!

That's no way
to treat a lady.

- Tell us where the ledger is.
- You want to know where
the ledger is? Fine.

I'll tell you.

You see? I was afraid
something like that
was gonna happen.

[ Sobbing ]
Oh, no. Hey, lady.
Don't. Don't. Don't. Stop that.

Get some pillowcases.
We're gonna need head bags.

Head bags? Oh, goody.

So you just kidnapped them?
Not so loud, Barry.

We swept the house.
There's no ledger.

We're just gonna have to ask
our new guests where to find it.

Okay. So, break out
the electrodes.
I heard you can attach them...

to a car battery,
spark it up and get out--

Torture just gets you
the fastest lie
to make the pain stop.

Look. Mikey and me are gonna
interrogate them. So don't worry
your spiky little head.

- We'll get 'em talking.
- Can you do it quick?

I got clients coming to town.
Without the ledger,

I don't know if their money's
in the Caymans
or in the Seychelles.

Yeah, about that.
You should avoid
your clients for a while.

I'm known for
my customer service.

Don't you think they're gonna
get a little suspicious
if I stop taking calls?

Hmm, dodge calls now
or bullets later.

Fair enough.

All right.
We'll be in touch.

Well, Mikey, I guess
you better get at it.

Running out of time
before Miss Reynolds and I
blow town.

Sam, uh, I don't want to
mess things up,
but this might take a while.

Plus, I need a big private space
to work two captives
at the same time.

How many days do you and
Miss Reynolds have that villa?

Mike, if there's one thing
you would never do to me,

- it's ruin my "lovecapade"
with Miss Reynolds.
- [ Mouths Word ]

I mean, come on.
You cannot expect me to just--

[ Exhales Deeply ]
You know, Mike, uh,

sometimes it's hard
being your friend.

Yeah. Straight up.

[ Sobbing ]
Well, I gotta call
Miss Reynolds,

explain why she's not
getting her Sammy time.

She's not gonna like it.

- Oh, I'm sure she'll get by.
- [ Engine Starts ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Yeah, Mom.
Michael, he's here.
Your cleaning friend.

He just parked his car.
Okay, Mom.

Calm down. Calm down.
I know what I'm doin',

but if you want to know where
he goes, you better get over
here before he leaves again.

- Great work, Mom!
- Yeah, well,
don't forget my roof.

I know, Mom.

[ Beeps ]
She found the cleaner.

I should probably help Sam
with the interrogations.
Could you--

Yep. Set up a tail on him,
see if he scouts a location
for his deal.

Thanks, Fi.

The bar inside, Mike--
nine different kinds of rum.

Now, Miss Reynolds and rum--

I'm sorry we're using
your love nest
as a holding cell, Sam.

Well, I just didn't expect
to be wearing pants here.

Look. I'm over it, all right?

I stuck the lady
in a guest bedroom.

Big guy's cooling his heels in
a utility space under the house.

- It's kind of like a dungeon.
- Any idea who
we're dealing with?

Well, neither one had I.D.
He just had some money,
key chain and some smokes.

She had some Kleenex
and this.

Nothing like a personal memento
to find a soft spot.

I'll take a run at her
while you work the big guy,

'cause you know, Mike,
I got a way with the ladies.

Yes, you do.

[ Sam Laughing ]

[ Laughing Continues ]

Oh, that Marmaduke.
He will never learn.

Do you like Marmaduke?

Oh, I see.
The silent treatment.

You know, it's a great
anti-interrogation method,

as long as you can keep it up
for a couple of weeks.

[ Laughing ]

What do you people want?

She speaks.

Well, for starters,
you can tell me your name,

where you're hiding the ledger,
and we'll just go from there.

[ Handcuffs Clink ]

Natalie. I'm a property manager,
and I don't know anything
about your ledger. Okay?

- Okay.
Tell me about your friend.
- He's a monster.

And you're just an innocent doe
in the woods? Is that it?

You wouldn't understand.

I-- I have a son,

and he needs me.

Please let me go.

Let me make something
very clear to you.

Until we get what we want
from your friend,
you're not going anywhere,

if it takes a day
or a month.

So now that
we're on the same page,
anything you want to add?

[ Sobbing ]

Oh, you're totally gonna
kill me, aren't you?
[ Sobbing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Work in the field long enough,

you recognize hard targets
for interrogation--

people who shut down
at the first hint
of confrontation.

Best way to get 'em talking:

avoid confrontation
as long as possible.

I want to apologize
about earlier.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

Now, you and I--
we-- we both want
the same thing:

for all of this
to just go away.

Are you one of
Barry's clients?

Well, let's just say
I work for a man--
a very private man--

who has kept some money
off book.

Barry has been taken care of.
Regrettable, but necessary.

- You understand, Mr., uh--
- Washington. George Washington.

Uh, Mr. Washington,
uh, your friend is going to,
uh, crack.

And when she does,
you will cease to be useful.

Now, I don't want to
see that happen. I still think
we can have a friendship.

I've known this woman
for three days.
She doesn't even know my name.

Ask her what you want.

You'd be surprised
what I can do
with a little information.

I want to make you
an offer of friendship.

You tell me
where the ledger is,
and you go free.

You don't-- Well,

it's just a matter of time.

If I tell you,
your boss will have me killed,
like Barry.

But I have
an insurance policy.

If I don't show up
for the sale, a friend
posts it on Internet.

A private man like your boss--
he won't like that.

You have a gun to my head,
I have one to yours.

Who shoots first?
I'll get back to you
on that one.

[ Natalie Sobbing ]

Everything all right in there?
Oh, yeah. Just super.

How'd it go with the boss?
He knows we're in the dark.

He's not gonna crack
unless we get more intel.
[ Door Opens ]

What did you get out of her?
Well, I was reeling her in,
and then, bam, Niagara Falls.

She's got more to give,
but she's scared, Mike.
Real scared.

Nice place.
Oh, don't rub it in.

Well, I should
get back in there.

You sure you don't think
you should lay off?

Well, she's a delicate
flower, but lucky for us,
I got a green thumb.

I tailed your cleaner
to a park.

He scouted it
for an hour.

If I know my arms deals,
that's where his deal's
going down Friday.

Thank you, Fi.

Would you stop
thanking me, please?

[ Sighs ]
You have any idea who would pay
Strickler for a job like this?

I'm just taking a few pictures.
It's not like I'm doing wet work
or something.

It's not like anyone ever got
blackmailed or killed from
just a few pictures, right?

Have you thought about
who Strickler's getting you
into bed with?

- [ Natalie ]
Leave me alone.
- All right.

I'm pulling the rip cord here.
We need a whole new approach,
Mike.

What would you think about
using a softer approach?

You're looking to me
for softer?

You two are desperate.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's a reason
fear often fails...

as an interrogation technique.

Most interrogation subjects
are already scared.

Scaring them more doesn't help.
What they need is a friend.

I thought you might
want some tea.
I'm Kim.

He's cute.

- His name is Jared.
- Look. I know you want to
get back to Jared.

We want you to get back to him,
but you're gonna have to
talk to us.

I don't know anything.
I'm in real estate,
for God's sake.

A lot of people are in real
estate. They don't usually
end up in your situation.

I know what it's like
to make some mistakes.

How'd you get yourself
into this?

I'm a single mom,

and times are tough.

Okay? So, sometimes I take
a little extra cash
from people...

and let them use
places off the books.

You know, like foreign guys
who want a condo
for their girlfriend.

Three days ago,
he shows up,

he says that he heard of me,

that he'll hurt my son
if I don't do
what he wanted.

He took my money
and my passport.

And then he made me
drive him around,

used me as his own personal
real estate agent...

and... for other things.

Son of a bitch.

I'm sorry
that it happened to you.

But isn't that all the more
reason for you to help us, so
we can take him down together?

I have to get to my sister's
'cause that's where--
I left my son with her until--

The people I'm working for
are not letting anyone go,

unless they get what they want
from your boss.

But I don't know anything.
Well, maybe you know
more than you think.

Tell me about these properties
you showed him.

I showed him tons.
I wouldn't even know
where to begin.

Did he look at
any place more than once?

There-- There was a condo.

He said that he needed
something near the airport.

A safe in a fireplace.

- [ Fiona ] With its own
ventilation system.
- Time to go shopping.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Used in embassies
to store secrets,

burn safes depend on
an internal ignition device
to start a fire.

Pump in liquid CO2,
and, if you do it right,

you can turn that
ignition device
into a Popsicle.

- [ Clangs ]
- Do it wrong,

you turn everything
inside the safe
to a pile of ash.

No ledger. But--

Natalie Rice.

He had her passport,
just like she said.

Our mystery man.

Milovan Dragas.

Hmm.

Who have we here?

Bennett Tash.

He must be very important to
have made Milovan's burn safe.

Hey. How you doing?
Good to see ya again.

I'm Finley, and I'm told that
you go by the name
George Washington.

[ Chuckles ]
I gotta tell ya.
Love the name.

Rolls off the tongue
a lot easier than Milovan.

I want a cigarette.

Hmm, your life.

What were you
before you became
a rich man's errand boy?

A cop?
Let's focus on you.

So, by now,
you probably figured out...

that we found your safe house,
we cracked your burn safe.
[ Chuckles ]

So imagine what's gonna happen
when we get our hands on
Bennett Tash.

[ Chuckles ]
You know him?

The fella who's gonna post
the ledger on the Web.
Your insurance policy.

Good luck finding him
in the yellow pages.

I was wrong.

You are an ex-military.
Washed-up.

Soft now.
But I see it.

Okay. That's enough.
Now, my boss--
he's a reasonable man.

He can make the arrangements
to let you go.

You just have to tell me
where the ledger is
before it's too late.

What were you?
A Coast Guard?

Try Navy SEAL, pal.

Navy SEALs-- little girl.
[ Spits ]

You son of a bitch.
[ Screams ]

Pathetic.
How stupid can you be?

[ Clicks ]

Not stupid enough to put
a loaded gun in your hand.

Have a seat.

Please.

We got the name
of the mystery man.
Milovan Dragas.

-Okay. Well, that's good, right?
-Yeah. Well, look.
Normally what we would do--

we'd comb through his bio,
create a psych profile...

and try and break
him in interrogation, but--

The guy was Serbian
intelligence. He's
an interrogation specialist.

What does that mean?
He's unbreakable
or somethin'?

For now, Milovan knows
he's in control,

until we find Tash,
the third member
of his team.

Can you do your thing,
see if Tash has a paper trail?

Yeah, whip up some
Barry computer magic,
see if he rented an apartment,

ordered a subscription
to Cat Fancy.

I'm on it.

Fi and I have to update
Strickler on the cleaner job.

You okay alone here
for a while?

[ Car Door Closes ]
Okay.

The cleaner scouted
that driveway on the water.

My guess is they exchange
crates, boat to truck.

It'll be hard doing
surveillance out here
in the open.

Well, you set up for
your photo shoot here. I'll be
sunbathing over there in a hat.

If there's any trouble,
I'll back you up.

Sorry to insist on a meet.
I'm not usually this hands-on,
but it's our maiden voyage.

I want it to be perfect.
How we doing?

-Well, there are a couple things
you could clear up for me.
-I'm here to serve.

How did you know the exact time
the hardware would be stolen...

or that the same thieves
would sell it
to someone else?

Gosh, that's need-to-know info
that you don't need to know.
And to be honest,

it's bad form to ask for
that kind of detail.

Like it's bad form
to just sit back...

and take photos while lowlifes
waltz away with the stuff.

- Fi, please.
- You don't have a problem
with this?

I'm gonna go.
You guys have much to discuss.

Gee, I hope she's not
getting cold feet
for the operation,

'cause I've already
made promises to important
people on this job.

I'll handle it.

Does this mean
that you found what you're
looking for, I can go now?

No, not yet.
We need to find
Bennett Tash.

You know who he is?

N-- I just showed Milovan
a bunch of properties.

Kim, just tell me the truth.

You're not gonna let me
see Jared again.
You're just--

You're stringing me along.
Look at me.

You will see your son again,

but you have to
work with me
to make that happen.

[ Cell Phone Buzzes ]

[ Beeps ]
This better be important.

That guy Bennett Tash
opened bank accounts
in Overtown.

My Magic 8-Ball says
he's still somewhere in the
neighborhood, but I don't know.

I'll check it out.
[ Beeps ]

Natalie, you ever take
your boss anywhere
in Overtown?

You did, didn't you?

If we can get Bennett,
we can crack Milovan,
and you can go free.

But if Milovan finds out
that I told you--
He controls you with fear.

You need to be brave,
all right?

Tell Jared
you'll be home soon.

It's a storefront
on Post Street.

[ Beeping ]

Hi. It's me.
Is Jared there?

Hi, sweetie.
It's Mommy. Mm-hmm.

So this is Bennett's place.
What's our approach?

Milovan keeps his business
compartmentalized. Nobody knows
each other. Let's use that.

Oh, it's the old, uh,
"We're all in this together."
Like it.

[ Man ]
Yeah.

Yeah. The boss sent us.
All hell's breaking loose.
We gotta talk now.

Boss got pinched.
The whole damn network's
in trouble. Let us in.

Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
Get off the street.

Could be D.E.A., F.B.I.
He was picked up yesterday.
We've been dark since.

Nobody's checked in
with me either.
I had a bad feeling,

but Jesus, this is bad.

[ Sighs ]
I need a drink.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any new situation
where you're going in cold,

you have to be alert
to warning signs.

- [ Gun Cocks ]
- The sound of a MAC-10's...

bolt action, for example.

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

A MAC-10 can fire 50 rounds
in a few seconds,

but it's one of
the least accurate guns
in the hands of an amateur.

Survive the first burst,
and you've got a decent chance.

[ Groans ]
You know,

you could use some time
at the gun range, Bennett.

- Where's the ledger?
- Look. I had instructions
to kill any visitor on sight.

Look. Do me a favor, all right?

- Just put a bullet in my head.
- Stay on task.
Where's the ledger?

I don't know, man.
I just handle the buyer.

The deal's set for 5:00
this afternoon. I'm just waiting
on a call to see where.

Yeah. Nice try.
We know it's your job
to post it on the Internet...

if you don't
hear from your boss.
We know you have it.

Look. You think that psycho
would trust anyone
with the merchandise?

- The only one who knows
where that ledger is is her.
- Her?

- Her?
- No, I'm talking about
the guy, Milovan.

- He's a foreigner.
He talks like this.
- The Serbian dude?

Yeah.
He's a fall guy!

She threatened his kids.
She's a killer.

- Fi.
- Hey. Tell her I'm dead.

You hear me? You gotta
tell her that you killed me!

Look. I'm gonna get
something to eat.
You want something?

- [ Line Ringing ]
- Come on, Fi.

[ Cell Phone Buzzing ]

Actually, I think that,
uh, something might
calm me down a little.

What kind of yogurt
did you say you had?

Uh, blueberry,
vanilla, peach.

Uh, peach sounds good.

Fi. Call me back.

[ Horn Honks ]

I know that I shouldn't
ask you this, but, um,

do you think that
you could take
the cuffs off,

because I really
have to go to
the bathroom.

Please. I've been
holding it for so long.

All right.

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Horn Honks ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Yeah.

- Barry, has Fiona called you?
- No. What's up?

If you hear from her,
Natalie is the boss.
She stole the ledger.

Natalie, the Realtor? What?

Keep your phone on.

They must have taken
the keys with 'em.

[ Horn Honks ]

[ Horn Honks ]

I'll get something
to pick the lock.

Come on, Fi. Come on, Fi.
Fi, if you get this,
call me back.

- She's not picking up, Sam.
- That's bad, Mike.
That's real bad.

[ Horn Honking ]

Take a bathroom break,
wash your face.
Pull yourself together.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Like good poker players,
spies know it's impossible...

to hide the tells
that come with a bloodstream
full of adrenaline.

If showing fear or concern
jeopardizes a mission,

you replace it
with an emotion that won't.

Kim, what the hell
do you think you're doing?

Think this is a tea party?
Social hour is over!

Oh!

Kim! Kim!
Please stop him!

Leave her alone!
Leave her alone!

Milovan was bluffing.
Tash didn't have the ledger.

He was just arranging the time
for the sale.

Poor bastard
never even got the call from
Milovan to set the location.

You--
[ Whispering ]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Listen. She is the one
selling the ledger.

We're going to let her go,
follow her and grab it
when she tries to make the sale.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was--

What did you do with Tash?

[ Michael ]
I gave him 12 stem roses
and a box of chocolates.

What do you think I did?
I put two
in the back of his head.

Look. The boss wants to clean
this whole mess up,
everybody included.

We're gonna move Milovan
to the bathroom.

We'll do him there.
Better drainage.

Tell her to take the Buick.
It's easy to tail.

Do you think you can
handle your girlfriend?

I promised we'd let her go.
I gave her my word.

Well, that's sweet.
The faster you kill her,

the less time she'll have
to be disappointed.

[ Whispering ]
You're a goddamn piece of work.

Okay. I'm gonna
pull the tape off,
and you're gonna scream.

And you're gonna keep screaming
until we shoot.

Now, you make a noise after we
shoot, we're gonna have to shoot
you for real. You understand?

Here we go.
[ Whimpering ]
No, no, no. Please!

I'm sorry about this, Milovan.
No, no, no.
Time for begging has ended.

Hey. You see that?
His leg's moving.
I think his leg's moving.

Huh?

Oh, no, no, no.
Kim. Please, please, please.

There's a red Buick
in the driveway.
You take it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Spies don't keep
a lot of prisoners.

When you hold someone,
you only learn
what they tell you.

-Let them go, and you can learn
what they do and where they go.
-[ Knocking ]

[ Sam ]
Kim, what's going on in there?
Go. I'll take care of them.

- [ Michael ]
Kim, open this door!
- Thank you.

Go see your son.

[ Tires Squeal ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Anybody with training can
detect a tail from a single car.

We need new transportation.
Let's go.

Pros watch for anyone
who makes the same turns
or runs too many yellow lights.

To beat a pro, then,
you need a team.

It's best to start a tail midway
along your target's route,

when they're sure
no one's following.

To do that, you need
someone down the road
to give you a heads-up.

Yeah. She just turned down
Sherman Way.
[ Michael ] Nice work, Barry.

- Fi, you wanna go in
for a closer look?
- I'm on it.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Once you have eyes
on the target,

it's just a matter of
handing off surveillance
at regular intervals.

Hey, Mikey! Ain't she grand?

Turn it loose, Sam.

Hang behind your target
too long, and they'll wonder
why you're not passing.

Best way to avoid
their suspicion, pass them.

[ Sam ]
She's turning into
South Pointe Park.

What is she waitin' for?
It's been a half hour.
Fi, you see anything?

[ Sighs ]
Just some street vendors and
a few tourists with back hair.

Hold on a second, Michael.
That's the third time
I've seen the bike guy.

The guy on the bike
just dropped something.

[ Fiona ]
They just exchanged keys.

Fi, what's biker doing
behind the palm trees?

[ Fiona ]
Beach lockers.

He's got the ledger.

Fi, I'm going after the buyer.
Take Natalie.

Oh. With pleasure.

Ow!
[ Groans ]

- Don't hurt me. I just--
- We don't care about you.

We just want this.

Hello again.

- [ Groans ]
- It's over, Natalie.

You know what? Natalie's
just a name on a passport.

Whatever your name is,
you lose.

Oop.

I always tell my buyers
to put two things
in the trunk:

duffel full of cash...

and a gun
full of bullets.

You were so sweet
about Jared,

or whatever his name was,
'cause that was just a picture
in a key chain.

Now, I know that
you are not the type...

to shoot into a crowd
of little kids,

but I am.
[ Woman ]
Stay together.

You're leaving
without your cash?
You take one step...

towards me,
I'll drop one.

You have my word.
See you around.

Count on it.

So,

the cops find a car
full of dirty cash,

and the people who wanted
my ledger get shafted
for five million?

It's beautiful.
Sam called Immigration,

and Milovan's being deported.

And Natalie--
she just vanished?
Well, she's smart.

She won't be returning
anytime soon.
Well,

this clears the tab
on all the debts you owe me.

Thank you.
You ducked a lot
of phone calls.

What are you gonna
tell your clients?

Your mom hooked me up
with a cover story.
I've been purifying...

in an ashram.

No carbs, no e-mail,
no phone.

- Nice, Mom.
- Thanks, Mrs. Westen.

And hey, let me know
how it works out
with my roof repair guy.

Bye, Barry.
See ya.

[ Sighs ]
Michael,

how did that business
with the hotel cleaner
turn out?

Fi and I are finishing that
tomorrow. We couldn't have
done it without you, Mom.

Well, maybe one day you'll tell
me what it was really about.

But, um, no need to
go into it tonight.

[ Door Opens ]

I thought you were gonna go
as a sunbather.

Michael, I--
I know I said that I would
go along with you on this job,

but I don't want you
to work with Strickler.

Not now. Not ever.

I can't help you with this.

It's a two-person job.
I need you.

[ Beeps, Shutter Clicks ]
I've seen the site.
You can handle yourself.

I'm not worried about that.
I'm worried about you.

Working with someone
like Strickler-- it changes
you little by little.

He's the only one
who can get me back in.

What do you want me to do?

You do what you have to do.

I understand.

I just can't stay here
in Miami and watch.

Fi.

Fi? Fiona.

Inside. Keep going.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There's no greater luxury
in the field...

than working with a friend
you rely on.

When you find someone
you can trust absolutely,

you want them on
every operation you do.

[ Beeps, Shutter Clicks ]

[ Shutter Clicking ]

Yeah.

And nothing hurts worse
than losing a friend
to bullets, politics...

or something personal.

But when you have to
work alone again,

you lock those feelings away
and do the job at hand.

- [ Shutter Clicking ]
- [ Engine Starts ]

[ Beeps, Shutter Clicks ]

Because,
as every spy knows,

there's plenty of time
to think about what you've lost
after the mission is over.

Did you shoot these
with a tripod?

I mean, look at that photo.
I should put you up for a job
with National Geographic.

What happened to those men
who drove away
with the military equipment?

Gee, I don't know.
I hope one day
they're brought to justice.

These photos--
who are they for?

You gonna get hung up
on all these details now,
Westen? Come on.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

It's for you.
Happy birthday.

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]

- Yeah.
- Michael, Diego Garza, your
favorite intelligence contact.

I just got a call
from Washington.

There's been some movement
on your burn notice.

Any idea how that happened?
Surprise to me.

I'll be in touch
to set a meeting.
[ Beeps ]

Is it me,
or is someone on their way
back to the promised land?

I get it. Need to digest.
We'll talk soon.

This is just the beginning,
superstar.