Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 4, Episode 10 - Hard Time - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted.

When you're burned, you've got nothing...

no cash, no credit, no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city they
decide to dump you in. - Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work comes your way.

You rely on anyone who's still
talking to you...

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

An old friend who 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.

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

When you're preparing
to interrogate a trained operative...

the most useful information
isn't professional...

it's personal.

You need to get into the target's head...

understand what makes him tick.

Of course, that's easier
with some people than others.

Hi, Fi.

Hear that, Michael?

Shooting range is calling your name.

Love to, but Vaughn gave me homework.



Today's the day.

Vaughn's checking Simon out of
whatever hole they've been keeping him in...

so I can have my face-to-face.

I can't imagine he'll be too thrilled
to talk to the man who put him in that hole.

Who knows? He might surprise us.

As I recall,
Simon is full of surprises...

escaping from prison, kidnapping you...

trying to blow up half of South Beach.

Leave it to you
to invite him back to Miami.

He was working
with some pretty bad folks, Fi.

Whatever they're hoping to decode
with Simon's Bible...

whatever they're planning,
Simon's the key to all of it.

Nice digs, huh, buddy?

- Quite a party.
- With Simon, you can't take any chances.

Never have fewer than six eyes
and three guns on him.

That's gonna be a problem.
I want him alone.

Vaughn, if he was gonna talk to you,
he would have done it by now.

Good luck.
The only thing I learned from him...

is he has a remarkable tolerance for pain.

Yeah, well, my approach doesn't
involve sharp instruments or electrodes.

I don't care if you want to cut out
his kidney with a pocketknife...

or give him a gallon of orange sherbet.

One way or other,
we want some answers.

Michael Westen.

I have been dreaming
about this moment for months.

So have I...

but I wouldn't exactly
call my version dreaming.

Fair enough.

So how you like being
Vaughn's shiny new toy?

Where is he, by the way?

This is just between you and me.

If this conversation goes well...

maybe I can help make your time
with them a little more humane.

Humane.

That's one thing that's not
in their bag of tricks, Michael.

So let's get to it.
What do you want?

- I found your Bible.
- Is that right?

Well...

I hope you found solace and comfort...

- in the word of the Lord.
- Not exactly.

Somebody else was trying to steal it
before I got to it.

I need to find out who.

You know...

I have been stuck in these shackles...

for months now.

Given me a lot of time
to think about the Bible...

particularly my favorite verse.

Handcuffs, like
anything metal, are vulnerable to metal fatigue.

Give someone enough time
to work on them...

and they'll break down
just like anything else.

John 8:32...

"You shall know the truth...

and the truth shall set you free."

No bugs down here, Michael.

We got 30 seconds before
the guards get here, so listen close.

I got a present for you.

There's a cemetery at 3rd and Grand.
Go to plot 837.

There are some keepsakes of mine in there...

including an audiotape
labeled "Berlin 2007." Listen!

You gotta be careful digging it up,
but you're gonna find it real interesting.

We'll talk about the Bible
after you hear what's on that tape.

Here they come.

Let's make this look good.

I'll kill that son of a bitch!
Let me outta here!

Let's go!

Handle him! Get him outta here.

- Got him.
- All right. Let's go.

You all right?

- Did you learn anything?
- Yeah.

You should replace
his handcuffs more often.

I have no sympathy for you, Michael.

You are damn lucky...

Simon didn't cut you to ribbons.

He wasn't trying to kill me.
He was just passing me a message.

He told me to go dig up
an audiotape he'd buried...

at Grove Memorial Park.

Maybe you should leave the dead
to their eternal rest.

This is either a wild goose chase or a trap.

Simon basically told me
the thing is booby-trapped.

But I don't think
he would have bothered...

if there wasn't something
on that tape worth listening to.

Unless it's a rare Beatles bootleg...

I don't know why he didn't just tell you
what's on that tape.

Me neither, but Simon's not talking
until I get a hold of it.

- You're going back to see him?
- I told Vaughn to keep him around...

while I try to come up
with a new way to crack him.

You are a glutton for punishment.

Actually, I can't go after
the tape by myself.

Vaughn is playing nice,
but he's watching me.

I could use a little help on this.

Yeah, love to, but I got a thing.

- A hot date?
- Not exactly.

Buddy of mine's in prison
down in Dade federal pen.

He's worried that his life is in danger.

Anyway, sorry, Mike. The guy was
an asset of mine in Colombia.

- He saved my butt. I owe him.
- Fi?

I'll go find a shovel.

Over here!

Hey, Juan.

You're lookin' well-rested, buddy.

Good to see you, Sam.

I got a call from your attorney.

He said you thought
your life was in danger?

Damn attorneys.
They don't know when to shut up.

He was just supposed to talk to you
about some estate issues.

Estate issues. Right.
As in "when you're dead."

Juan, come on. I doubt you would have
appointed me as your executor out of the blue.

Why don't you just tell me what's going on?

Have you heard of La Nación?

- The prison gang?
- Yeah. One of the biggest around.

There's a guy, Cruz...
He's high up in it.

Found out what I was in for.
Thought I can help him out.

He wanted you to wash some money?

No, steal it... from the gang.

But, see, you're a smart guy,
and you don't have a death wish...

so you said no.

Oh, Juan.

Getting mixed up
with the Colombians was one thing.

They didn't give you much choice.
But this...

You think I had a choice?

How was I supposed to survive
eight years in here?

Anyway, he said that if I helped
him skim from the gang's account...

he would protect me.

And so now the gang's after you.

No, he is.

I have a week left on my sentence.
He's afraid I'll talk when I get out.

He's spreading the word
that I disrespected him...

so it doesn't look suspicious
when he shanks me.

I just heard about it this morning.

I'll be dead by tomorrow.

Juan, you gotta talk to the cops.
Maybe we can get you transferred.

I'm not gonna snitch on Cruz.
They'll investigate the whole gang.

I might as well invite La Nación
to my family's house for a barbecue.

They'll kill everyone.

There's gotta be something
we can do here.

I wish there was.

Can I count on you to take care
of Lisa and the girls?

Yeah. You can count on me.

Clear! Three!

When you realize you're being followed...

escaping isn't always the best option.

If your pursuers don't know who you are...

driving evasively,
calling the cops or pulling a gun...

will just send the message that
you're a threat.

411. How may I help you?

Yeah, I'm currently
on Northwest 12th Street.

I need the address of the nearest
criminal defense firm.

One second.

That would be Keller and Associates.
They're at 77 Shore Break Lane.

Whenever possible, the best play...

is to make the bad guys think
you're not someone to worry about.

If they think you might be a cop
who's onto them...

you have to convince them...

you're just a harmless attorney
working on an appeal.

Oh, hey, counselor.

I've been going over that case...

and I wanted to talk
to you about it a little bit.

- Excuse me. Who are you?
- Excuse me?

You don't remember
the Bennigan subpoena?

- No, I don't.
- Come on. Think harder, man.

Hey, Sully!
What's goin' on, buddy? How you doin'?

Uh, Bennigan. Let me think.

Forget it.
Gringo's just a lawyer, man. Go.

Was that the guy
who got murdered over the parrot?

Uh, no, but boy,
that sounds like an interesting case.

Catch you later.

- You want to break into prison?
- Are you insane?

I can't protect my buddy from here.

Juan is out in a week.
How bad could it be?

This is prison, Sam. I'm just guessing,
but I think it could be pretty bad.

I owe this guy.

Back in '95 I led a SEAL team
down to Colombia.

It was a drug war thing.

The Medellín boys
put a bomb in our hotel...

and Juan tipped us off.

I understand. You want to be loyal.

This guy risked his
life and his family...

and I'm not gonna let him get killed
by some prison gang lowlife.

That lowlife had you followed
on your way out of the prison.

Even if you were to get back in,
they'd recognize you.

- So I'll shave my head or whatever.
- No, Sam, you can't.

Listen. I'll do it.

- You would do that for my friend?
- I'd do that for you.

Okay. I hate to interrupt this
beautiful moment you guys are having.

Explain something to me.

You're just gonna walk up
to a federal prison...

and say "Let me in."

Trust me. I know a couple of people
who would love to see me locked up.

Transport detail, report to Gate 4.

Don't forget to write, Westen.

Gotta say, Westen, been lookin' forward
to this day for a long time.

Except in my dreams
it plays out a little different.

I'm sure. You can fly?

- You get a longer stay for starters.
- Maybe next time.

- You make the arrangements I needed?
- Wasn't a problem.

You'll be sharing a cell with this guy
Juan Ruiz, whoever the hell this is.

Friend of a friend.

Our butts are on the line here, Westen.

- I know we owe you a favor.
- A big favor.

All I'm saying is, anything goes wrong,
it could splash back on us.

I'll make sure I don't make waves.

We left you a present in your cell...

a phone, just in case
you get into trouble.

You'll be the first one I call.

- Book him, man!
- Sign here.

The prison exchange will be open today...

from 1400 to 1630 hours.

Guess we'll see you in a week, Westen.

If you survive that long.

Every environment has its rules and customs...

and your survival
often depends on knowing them.

In Russia, you never refuse vodka.

In Pakistan, you always clear
your dinner plate.

And in prison, you're careful
about making eye contact.

Too little eye contact,
and you become a victim.

Too much eye contact,
and you become a threat.

Either way, you're never more
than a couple of blinks away...

from getting a shiv in your back.

I'm Michael Westen.
I'm your new cell mate.

Juan Ruiz.

What are you in for?

Just keep talking
and try not to look surprised.

I'm a friend of Sam Axe.

I'm here to make sure you stay alive
until you're released.

- I don't understand. How did you get in?
- That's not important.

What is important is that from now on,
you never leave my side.

Like that.

That is an example of leaving my side.
Don't do that.

This is crazy.

Didn't Sam tell you about Cruz?

He's a big dog in La Nación.

You think you're gonna
keep him away from me by yourself?

- In here?
- I guess I'll just have to do my best.

Listen, I appreciate
what you're trying to do...

but this guy has killed three people
since he got locked up.

When he wants someone dead, they die.

Do yourself a favor.
Stay away from me.

Is that what you want me to tell
your wife? Your kids? You gave up?

- Why are you doing this?
- Because I believe your life is worth saving.

It's time you started
to believe it yourself.

That's him. That's Cruz.

I told you it's not safe to be with me.

See the way he's staring me down?

No, he's just checking out
the new guy.

- What are you gonna do?
- Make nice.

Hi. Hey, hi. I'm Mike.

- Who are you, Mike?
- I'm just a guy wrongly accused.

Big misunderstanding.

I borrowed a friend's car.

Got popped for a kilo of coke
in my trunk.

- Lawyer says I can beat it...
- You two friends?

Him? No, he's my cell mate.

Really?

'Cause it looks like you
and that punk-ass are pretty tight.

Hanging out like a couple
of schoolgirls.

- That's funny. Schoolgirls.
- Yeah.

- - Just so that we have
no misunderstandings, okay?

This is my house
and you're just a guest...

so I can treat you like my friend...

or I can treat you like my bitch.

- Friend, please. Friend.
- Okay.

- I don't want any trouble.
- Okay.

Is there anything I can do for you?

You know, or not do?

Do you want me to be someplace
at some time...

or not someplace, or Juan to be...

Too many questions.
Too many questions, cabrón.

You wanna make that court date,
you'll make no problems for me.

Okay? If I come by your cell, you clear out.

- Comprendes?
- Sí. Sí. Comprendes. Uh, no problemas.

- Okay.
- Fun. Done.

Go back to your pendejo cellie over there.

I'm starting to think this is just
Simon's version of a sick joke.

So long as you're the punch line.

That's a cruel thing to say...

to a sweaty man who's digging for a bomb.

Old cemeteries are great hiding places...

as long as you don't mind
desecrating a grave.

People don't often
go digging in cemeteries...

and unlike buildings or houses,
they don't get demolished or remodeled.

Bury your stash near an old,
nondescript headstone...

and there's little chance anyone will
uncover it...

Unless they're meant to.

Hey. Look what we have here.
Doesn't look like it's booby-trapped to me.

Why don't you come down,
help me get this baby out?

- No! Wait. Don't touch it.
- What?

It's got a silicone seal.

- That thing's airtight.
- And?

- Whatever's in there ignites
on contact with air. - Oh...

Probably a sodium metal.
Open it... Boom.

Best not to move it either.
It may have a trembler sensor.

I see unstable minds think alike.

So now what?

See that liner? I think
I know how Simon planned to get into it.

We need a circular saw
and some machine oil.

We'll have to come back
to defuse this little toy.

I don't know which one of us
has a more dangerous gig, us or Mike.

Probably Michael.
We don't have to eat prison food.

You gonna eat that?

In the jungle, the first warning...

that a predator is approaching is silence.

When violence is imminent,
animals instinctively know...

that keeping quiet and still
is their best shot at survival.

Prison's a lot like the jungle.
Silence is not a good sign.

Averted eyes, stockpiled food...

and guys wearing heavy coats
on a warm day...

also indicate trouble's on the way.

I don't like that look.
Are you gonna be sick?

Takes a little while to get used to the
cuisine here, but it's good.

No one's come within 10 feet of us
in the last 15 minutes.

See the looks?

My guess is Cruz
is gonna make his move soon.

Jesus. We gotta find a place to hide.

Where's the library?

This place has to have
a law section, right?

It's a little late to file an appeal.
I already served eight years.

Casebooks usually come
in thick hardcovers.

We need the big ones.

Get it?

Suits of armor fell out of fashion...

because the added protection isn't worth
the trade-off in speed and agility.

Flak jackets and bulletproof
vests are popular...

because they allow
for a free range of motion.

The key is to shield your core,
and mentally prepare...

for strikes against
your unprotected arms and legs.

All lightweight armor
is vulnerable to some extent.

Layered book cardboard
won't stop a bullet...

but it's dense enough to thwart
all but the sharpest blades.

- Let's go.
- Why?

- You think they'll find us here?
- I don't know.

But if we stay here, Cruz can come at us
from too many different angles.

We need to get
to a more defensible position.

- You got someplace in mind?
- Your cell.

- What?
- Elena and Sarah... My girls.

I was just saying their names.

Listen, we don't have to win.

We just have to survive long enough
until the floor guard arrives.

Looks like the floor guard
is not helping us.

- He's with Cruz.
- Come on, let's go.

We're gonna have to wait for the block guards
to come for us. Get up there.

- What are you gonna do with that?
- Fight them off.

- With a hand towel?
- Why? Do you have a gun?

- Take off, cabrón.
- Guys, we don't want any trouble.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

You got five seconds to clear out.

Fighting in tight
quarters with your back against a wall...

may cut off escape options,
but it creates a choke point...

and forces your opponents
to form a single-file line.

If you have to fight a group,
it's better to take them one at a time.

Back in the cell!

- Get over there! Move it!
- Back up!

Everyone! You heard me.
Get back. Get back!

- They missed.
- I don't know who you are...

but if you think this is over,
this is not over.

I'm gonna throw
a big party here tomorrow...

and this whole place is gonna get crazy.

And the two of you...
You're my guests of honor.

See that guy that Cruz is talking to?

That's the head
of the South Dade Aryan Nation.

That is not surprising.

The S.S. Tattoo kind of gave it away.

It doesn't make any sense. The Aryans
are always at war with La Nación.

Exactly.
So why not make money from starting one?

That's a negotiation.

Cruz is gonna start a riot.
That's what he meant by "having a party."

Cruz is smart.

His first attempt raised security.

He knows you're safe now
here in the cell...

but a riot will give him
a chance to kill you...

when the guards are distracted.

- Jesus. We're dead.
- Only if we stay here.

Keep an eye out.

Where did that come from?

The F.B.I., believe it or not.

Told me to use it
only in case of emergency.

Now seems like a good time.

Hey, Mike. How's your stay
at the graybar?

Lots of rugged men lifting weights
glowering at each other?

Hey, does your phone have
a camera on it?

- You guys are funny. I'm in prison.
- Yeah. Sorry, Mike.

Watching Juan's back isn't gonna work.

Cruz is too powerful.
He's planning a riot to kill us.

- We're gonna have to break out.
- A prison break?

Juan has, like,
a week left on his sentence.

And I'm telling you he's
leaving early...

as a fugitive or as a corpse.

- It's our choice.
- Can you use the riot as cover?

That's the plan.

There's a crooked guard
named Hill on the cell block.

It looks like Cruz is paying him off.

- Think you can lean on him?
- Yeah, anything you need, brother.

Gotta go. I'll text you.

Wow. That didn't sound good at all.

Yeah, well, this doesn't look good.

Gonna have to do something
about Grandpa there...

before we can dig up
Simon's stash again.

You're gonna have to get
some reinforcements.

I gotta go pick up Jesse
and run down this Hill character for Mike.

You sure this guy Hill
is in Cruz's pocket?

I mean, 10 years as a prison guard.
He's got a little house.

Leases a compact sedan.

- He just doesn't look dirty to me.
- He's not in it for the money.

Hill's brother's doing a five-year stretch
up in Ocala for burglary.

La Nación has guys in that joint.
Hill doesn't play nice with Cruz...

Little brother's cell
turns into death row.

Wow. And you're thinking the fact
that this guy's getting blackmailed...

is something we can use to blackmail him.

Look, leaning on a guy who's already squeezed
doesn't exactly give me the warm fuzzies...

but Mike's life is on the line here.

All right. It's showtime.
You gonna help me or not?

Yeah.

George Hill, right?

- Who's asking?
- Just a couple guys looking for a favor.

Got some friends staying
in South Dade Correctional.

They're looking to check out early,
and you're gonna help.

Yeah, I don't think I will.

Now get the hell off my lawn
before I call the cops.

You know what? That's a great idea.
Let's call the cops.

We'll tell 'em how La Nación...

is threatening to kill your
little brother... in Ocala.

Just takes one phone call
to open an investigation.

Of course, I wouldn't want to be your
brother once it gets back to Cruz...

- that you ratted him out.
- No.

My brother's just a kid. He's not...

We don't want anything to happen
to your little brother. Okay?

You do your part for us, we'll do our part
to get rid of your Cruz problem.

What's my part?

First you're gonna tell us everything...

about South Dade Correctional's
riot procedures.

It's not a great color on you.

Great to see you too, Fi.

So how's it going
with Simon's buried treasure?

It's being guarded by a groundskeeper...

who's a little older
than most of the people in the ground.

Sam's busy with this, so I'm gonna
have to recruit your mom to help me.

- Fiona...
- I don't want to argue.

We only have a few minutes,
so let's focus.

I can't stop thinking about you, baby.

At night it gets so bad.

Am I talkin' to you, perv? No, I am not.

You wanna keep your nose
out of our pillow talk?

You been thinking about me too, baby?

I think he's gone now.

You're no fun, Michael.

Anyway, our friend Hill
has been quite the help...

in getting your early release.

Once Cruz starts the riot...

you and Juan have about 20 minutes
to get to the infirmary...

and hide inside the pharmaceutical locker.

As if the prison wasn't
already claustrophobic enough.

Hill said the thing's industrial-sized.

It's standard procedure
for the guards to move it off-site...

as soon as a riot starts.

They don't want the inmates raiding it
during the commotion.

Won't the guards look inside it
before they drive it off?

They probably will,
but it'll be Sam and Jesse.

Hill lent them his uniforms...
and a key card.

Sam is busy forging copies of it.

- There's just one problem.
- Hmm?

The door to the infirmary
will be locked.

Michael, some things
you have to do for yourself.

Okay, that's enough.

You be good, baby.

Is it just coincidental
that both Michael and Sam...

are unavailable for lookout duty?

- They're busy helping a friend.
- Aren't they always?

Should I worry?

Uh, honestly, I would be more concerned...

about our little assignment than theirs.

That's reassuring.

High school chemistry teaches us...

that volatile chemicals
like sodium metal...

will burn when they come into contact
with the moisture in the air...

which makes them ideal triggers
for particularly nasty booby traps.

High school chemistry also teaches us...

that oil and water don't mix.

So to defuse a booby trap
triggered by moisture...

you submerge it in oil.

It's messy, but it'll keep you
from being blown to bits.

It's like Russian nesting dolls.
It's cute, huh?

Don't worry. It's safe now.

- It's totally harmless.
- No, it's not that.

What do you people say?
"I think we have company"?

Damn it.

I need a sec to get this out
and cover it up.

- Could you...
- Yeah.

I thought I saw somebody over here.

- Are you in charge of this place?
- I'm the caretaker.

Can you tell me
what that truck is doing here?

What does it look like?
I had to hire a landscaper.

Ma'am, you can't do that.
That's not authorized.

Someone had to take care of Quin's grave.

You certainly haven't.

Would you look at me
when I'm talking to you?

People have no respect.
I'm grieving here.

I'm dealing with the pain
of a very serious loss...

and you're just
letting his grave go to hell.

Do you have any idea how painful that is?

Ma'am, are you confused?
This is a historic cemetery.

Everyone here has been dead
for over a century.

It's not about how long it's been.

It's about how much you love somebody.

My great, great, great Uncle Quinton...

has just been so important
to our family.

I'm sorry.

- We'll try to do better.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Becker, I'm done. Are you ready?

Oh, right.

Bye.

The riot will probably start in one
of the common areas, and when it does...

the guards will try to lock
down the cell blocks...

And move in to stop it.

That's when we'll make our move
all the way over here, to the infirmary.

You think the guards
will be too distracted to see us?

If Cruz throws the kind
of bash he's promised...

they'll have their hands full.

I don't wanna get my hopes up too high,
but this sounds good to me.

But then again,
I never really broke out of prison.

No, neither have I.

You two come with us.

- Where are you taking us?
- Time to see the barber.

- What's wrong with our hair?
- Let's go.

What's happening?

I think Cruz's party
is about to get started.

Should we run?
This is Cruz's cell block.

Until the riot starts,
we have nowhere to run to.

- What is this?
- It's the end of the line, I guess.

We're supposed to be responding...

to a code black in Cell Block "A"
when this goes down.

The deal...

I know what the deal was.

Attention. We have a code black in progress.

Mobilize response team immediately.

There's gonna be a lot of bodies
when this is done.

Lot of guards, inmates...

- snitches...
- Let Michael go.

- He's got no beef with you.
- He had no beef with me.

Would have been quick
for you with my shiv, but now...

it's gonna be slow and painful
for both of you.

- Let's go. We gotta move.
- I think it's broken.

Put me down. You're never
gonna be able to carry me through there.

It's the only way to the infirmary.

The guards will have already
locked down the yard.

We have 10 minutes.

You did your best and I appreciate it,
but Cruz is coming.

You gotta get out of here or you're dead.

We're already set up
to get someone out of here.

If you're staying here,
I guess Cruz will have to leave.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Get in here. Keep your head down.

- How are you gonna get him to the infirmary?
- I'm working on it.

- Get down!
- Down on the ground!

- Down, down, down!
- All the way. Get down.

- Hey, buddy. How you doing?
- Now! Get down!

This guy Cruz is no joke.
Really stirring up a hornet's nest.

Let's hope Mike and Juan are not
in the middle of it.

Mike, you and Juan all right?

I'm fine, but Juan's leg is busted.

He's not making it to the infirmary.

- He has to.
- He can't, Sam!

That's why we're gonna give Cruz
an early release.

Mr. Westen, you're a very clever man.

Cruz is already looking for us.

If he found out that we're
holed up in the infirmary...

I'll make sure that he does.

I don't know.
I'm looking at it right now.

Yeah, we're gonna need more. Hold on.

We have no security there at this time.

- What?
- Your pal Cruz is hunting for my friends.

Make sure that he gets a message
that he can find them in the infirmary.

One of Cruz's guys has a phone.
I could call him.

George, just remember your brother now.

You do this, and Cruz is not gonna
be a problem anymore.

But you gotta do it fast.

Copy that.

- All clear.
- Thanks, pal.

I said keep your head down!

Any medical facility...

is going to contain
plenty of combustible material.

Pure oxygen can pack a punch
if paired with the right accelerant.

The same properties that make
ether a powerful anesthetic...

also makes it extremely flammable.

Alcohol is used to sterilize wounds.

Pour it on the floor,
it can also make an effective fuse.

Mike. Juan.

Why don't you make it easier
on yourselves, pendejos?

Get out here!

Any place where lots of
dental lab work is done on the premises...

will have a butane torch.

It's used to cast molds
or teeth out of wax.

It can also be used for
any other task...

that requires a controlled,
pointed flame.

Run!

Yup. This looks about right.

I guess Cruz finally got a taste
of his own medicine.

- Okay, okay.
- I need a little help here.

- Hey, you're not going back out there?
- Not without an F.B.I. Escort.

Agent Harris.
You said to call if there was trouble.

You wanna be a little more specific,
Westen?

Few incidents...

inspire a police response
as intense as a prison break.

Local, state and federal authorities
come after a fugitive...

with everything they've got.

Dump an escaped prisoner someplace...

give him a gun...

make a few calls...

and you can guarantee he'll make
a lot of new friends in law enforcement.

Freeze! Don't move! On your stomach.

On your stomach.
Get on your stomach.

Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

I don't know, Westen. It felt
more right when I was walking you in.

Gotta say, I kind of agree with you.

Not sure you don't deserve
another stretch.

Full-blown riot...

a prison gang leader
tries to break out of jail...

and now several guards
are admitting to taking bribes.

You had nothing to do with that?

You really want to know?

No. I guess we don't.

All right.
Thanks for the update. I owe you.

That was my buddy at
the U.S. Attorney's office.

- They're going after Cruz?
- Looks like somebody else already did.

Apparently, the day after
he was taken into custody...

La Nación got wind that his hands
were in the coffers of the gang.

Decided to take matters
into their own hands.

I don't know how I can
ever thank you and Michael.

No thanks necessary.

I promised you your family
will be taken care of...

and they will be.

'Cause they have you back.

- Hey, Dad!
- Hola.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, hey. Hang on. Hang on.

Okay, go.

I'm not gonna miss the unveiling
of Simon's treasure trove.

Coroner photos and high school yearbooks.

It's a rare combination.

Here we go. "Berlin 2007."

This is the tape Simon
wanted me to hear.

And you're gonna meet with Simon
tomorrow to talk about this.

Given my last go-round with Simon...

I told Vaughn I wanted to control
the security this time.

Simon and I are going to meet outdoors.
Maybe along the beach.

How romantic.

Line Ringing]

Vaughn. Hello? Hello. Who is this?

I'll give you one guess.

- Simon?
- Surprised to hear from me?

Where are you?

Right behind you.

No. The end won't come that quick.

Not like it did for the men
you sent for me.

You'll find what's left of them
in my hotel room.

- Simon, I don't know what you're...
- Please don't.

I take it you've chosen
to terminate my services.

You gave us no choice.
We know you've been working against us.

- Whatever will you do without me?
- Oh, we found a replacement.

Very promising. Name's Westen.

And if he doesn't work out,
there'll be another.

The work continues.

Well, I guess this is good-bye.

Simon.

I thought Vaughn told you
he had nothing to do with burning you.

Obviously he was one of the people
who pulled the trigger.

So, Mike, what are you gonna do?

I heard the tape.

Now I know Vaughn helped choose me.

I wanna thank you for that.

Hallelujah.

"Therefore, rejecting all falsity...

let everyone rejoice in the truth
with his brothers."

That's what we are, Michael. Brothers.

Whatever you say, Simon.

I still want to know what the Bible
decodes and who's after it.

The man who tried to take the Bible...
He's not like you and me, Michael.

We're just pawns in a very,
very large chess game...

but he's...

Well, he's more like a king.

Last time I checked,
a pawn can still take a king.

I guess we'll find out.

Man's name is John Barrett.

Ring any bells?

- C.E.O. Of Drake Technologies?
- The same.

Makes sense, if you think about it.

Multibillion-dollar corporation...

with holdings in telecom,
infrastructure, tech.

Whatever they destroy, they can rebuild.

It's quite the business model,
wouldn't you say?

- Simon, what does the Bible decode?
- Ooh.

I'm not gonna tell,
but let's put it this way...

If you deliver that book to Mr. Barrett,
he'll have everything he needs...

to wipe out Vaughn and his ilk completely.

Let him, Michael. You'll be free.

Free to go gunning for Barrett yourself,
if you feel like it.

Why tell me any of this?

I would have worked
with the devil himself...

to take down those sons of bitches
that burned us.

Sadly, the devil's not available.

I'll have to pin my hopes on you.

Go get 'em, brother.

I'll be damned.

John Barrett.

How'd you get Simon to talk, Michael?

He tried to convince me to kill you.

- I let him believe he convinced me.
- Should I be worried?

I just told a psychopath
what he wanted to hear.

So what's next?
You go after Barrett?

It's not that simple.

With a guy like Barrett,
you can't go in with guns blazing.

It calls for a more... surgical approach.

You're not done yet...

but you made a hell of a lot of headway.

Here's to you, partner.
I'm glad we found each other.

Me too.