Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 4, Episode 12 - Guilty as Charged - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy until...

[ Cellphone rings ]

(Man) 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 FBI...

You know spies --
a 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"...

Assassinations...

Little wars
around the world.

(Vaughn) Whoever's behind
all of this

was being investigated
by a counterintelligence Agent

named Jesse Porter.

I need you
to get his files.

(Sam) Mike, that guy whose files
you stole --



he's being blacklisted.

You just burned a spy.

Maybe I could help you.
Why would you do that?

Burned spies
need to stick together.

So, your search
for the root of all evil

led you to rob a bank,

and you're rewarded
with the word of God.

It's a book code,
a cipher.

Jesse's been working on
this investigation for years.

This little baby
connects all the dots.

(Michael) Everything leads back
to John Barrett.

Why didn't I
put this together?

It's great cover running
a telecom conglomerate.

It gets Barrett into
every corner of the globe.

If you want the bible,
Mr. Barrett,

you have to get on
a plane.

I just got off one, son.

I'll be in touch.

Michael burned me.

And you all helped
cover it up.

Goodbye, Fiona.

[ Door opens ]

[ Cellphone rings ]
(Fiona) Jesse found out --

about everything.

I think
he's gonna make us pay.

Well, I almost made it to Tampa,
but you called, and I came.

Perimeter's clear.

No sign of Jesse.

Looks like he left
in a hurry.

Well, he was on his way
to Michael's place to shoot him.

I doubt
he was too concerned

about packing
all his undershirts.

So what now?

The situation
hasn't changed.

We found Barrett.
He's in Miami.

We grab him,
and we ask him some questions.

Michael?

Jesse vowed
to put a bullet in you.

That should put him
at the top of your to-do list.

There's not a whole lot
I can do about that right now.

And the fact is,
if we don't get to Barrett,

Jesse's life will be ruined
for nothing.

Mom,
under the circumstances,

you might go ahead
and take that trip out of town.

Jesse and I
were friends.

Maybe I'll stay and try and
convince him not to shoot you.

Let's go, Fi.
Sam's waiting.

(Sam)
Well, this is where he is.

Kind of tough to hide

when you're renting
a high-security compound

and guarding it
with a small army.

Not bad.
20 grand a day.

Guess there wasn't room
at the Best Western.

Are you sure you want to do it
this way, Michael?

If you just want to send
a message to the guy,

there are other ways.

Barrett needs to know I'm someone
he needs to take seriously.

Okay, so, Mike,

beyond 10 feet,
you're kind of pushing it here,

so don't use that thing
unless you're close.

Hit him in both eyes --
he'll be stumbling blind.

We'll cover you
the best we can.

The native American practice
of counting coup

involved touching enemies
on the battlefield.

The object wasn't to do damage

but to establish
your superiority as a warrior.

Infiltrating someone's security
can serve a similar function.

It's a not-so-subtle way
of saying,

"hi. I'm not here to hurt you"...
Hey!

[ Bang ]

..."But I could hurt you
very badly if I chose to."

You want to get out of this
alive, you will not move.

[ Radio beeps ]
Hello? Hello, everyone.

This is Michael Westen.

I want to talk to John Barrett,
please. Now.

It's Michael Westen,
sir.

He's on the premises.

Good evening, Mr. Westen.

You have a very interesting way
of welcoming people to Miami.

Well, for an international
power player like yourself,

I wanted
to do something special.

I'm flattered.

You want to tell me why
you're attacking my bodyguards?

I just want
to make this clear --

you will
take me seriously.

Mission accomplished.

Don't get too cocky,
though.

Right now you have
10 high-powered rifles

trained on you.

If you try anything stupid,

you will quickly be reduced
to a nasty red stain

on my nice green lawn.

Nobody is making a move.
I just want to talk.

Good.

Now that we understand
each other,

let's talk about my bible.

For the moment,
it is my bible.

You want it?

You will meet me
at Donner Key,

North end,
noon Tuesday.

What, exactly,
do you expect in return?

We both know that the bible
is a basis for a book code.

First, I want to know
what it decodes.

And then we can talk
about our future together.

Our future together?

Yeah. I was thinking
you might want to hire me on.

You could really use
some new staff.

It's impressive work,
Michael.

When you said you could get
John Barrett down to Miami

and snatch him yourself,
I thought you were dreaming.

If we're gonna be partners
on this job,

you need to know --
I keep my promises.

I expect you
to keep yours.

Of course.

So...When does
this all happen?

It goes down Tuesday.

I'm putting together
the equipment and the plan now.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Speaking of plans
and equipment,

let's talk
about Jesse Porter.

I have reports that he's been
reaching out to old contacts

in the intelligence world.

Nothing you need to worry about.
Yeah?

But we can't have him
in the wind, Michael.

He's either with us
or against us.

Now, you want me to take care of him?
I'll handle it.

Well, be sure you do,
Michael.

'Cause this little project
is a lot bigger

than you or Jesse Porter.

John Barrett
and his organization

have been wreaking havoc
all over the globe.

They've been
killing civilians,

killing spies,
and killing my people.

And this is
the closest we've come

to cutting the head
off the beast.

We are not gonna
let him get away.

Understood?

Understood.

Okay, wait,
wait, wait.

Just so we're sure here,
you're not actually planning

on turning this Barrett
character over to Vaughn, right?

No. Once we get Barrett,
we can go to the CIA, the FBI.

He's a pretty big
card to play.

You think it's enough
to get Jesse back in?

It's the only chance
he's got.

Good. Because I have to say,
Michael,

I hate it when my friends
kill each other.

Excuse me.
Mr. Westen?

Yes?
I work for Adam Scott.

If you don't mind, I need
to discuss something with you.

Adam Scott?

He's a big-time
defense attorney.

Represents
half the scumbags in Miami.

Mr. Scott
needs to speak with you.

He has
an urgent situation.

That money's yours just for hearing him out.
There's a car waiting.

Sorry. I don't get into cars
with people I don't know

without a good reason.

Mr. Scott's daughter's
been kidnapped.

She's 5 years old.

He needs your help.

Now.

Well, in that case...

They took Becky
right out of the backyard.

Men with machine guns.

She's 5 years old.

My ex wants
to call the FBI.

I convinced her
to hold off, but...

Do you have any idea
who did it?

I know exactly
who did it.

He's one of my clients.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Rod Lawson.

He runs
the Carol City Gang.

They run drug
and protection rackets

throughout the southeast.

He's on trial for murder.

The verdict
comes in Monday.

So he decided he needed
a little insurance?

His brother, Dale,

contacted me the day after
they snatched Becky.

He said...

If we lose,
they'll kill her.

Since I'm here,

I assume the trial
isn't going well?

The evidence
is overwhelming.

Rod is going to lose.

How exactly did you find me,
Mr. Scott?

I'm a defense attorney,
Mr. Westen.

I know Miami's underworld.

Your associate,
Barry Burkowski --

he mentioned you.

When clients need to pay cash,
he helps arrange...Things.

Did it ever occur to you

that representing people who
pay their legal bills in cash

isn't the safest profession?

I'm not a Saint,
Mr. Westen.

Neither are you.

Becky's 5 years old.

And I'm
running out of time.

Set up
a meeting with Dale.

Tell him you're working
on getting his brother

and that we need to meet

to negotiate the terms
of Becky's release.

He needs to bring proof of life
to the meeting.

You'll help me, then?

No. I'll help her.

(Dale) The girl's fine.

That's "Wake Up, Miami"
this morning, channel 3.

Check the listings
if you want.

Her face looks...Swollen.

Did you
put your hands on her?

Nobody touched her.

She's been cryin'.

You want her to stop?
Get my brother out of jail.

Look, we both stand
to lose somebody here.

I'm just a devoted family man,
like yourself.

I told you,

I-I can't just get someone
out of jail like that.

You know what? You were
a hell of a lot more confident

when you were taking
a million-dollar retainer.

Figure it out.

You son of a bitch!
That's enough.

[ Chuckles ]

And who are you, again?
Call me Joseph.

Okay, Joseph.

What are you doing here?

My job...Is to get
Mr. Scott's daughter back.

Well, I think I made it clear
how that happens --

Mr. Scott here needs
to do the job he was paid to do.

With the evidence
against your brother,

you don't need a lawyer.

You need a miracle worker.
And that's what I am.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Getting your brother out of jail
is going to require --

well, let's just call it

a "shift in
the legal circumstances."

That's my job.
The less you know, the better.

Well, I don't
see it that way, Joseph.

That's my brother,

and I want to know
everything that happens.

Well, I guess you're gonna be
disappointed, then.

Stay in touch.

[ Snaps fingers ]

What the hell
did that accomplish?

Dale isn't gonna
deat with me

without trying to figure out
who I am.

If he's any good at his job,
he'll have someone tail me.

We I.D. the tail,

and we can use that
to find your daughter.

You better be sure.

This isn't
the kind of situation

where you can be sure
about anything.

It's the best option
we have.

Now, they're probably
watching us right now,

so shake my hand.

Go to your car.
Let me do my job.

[ Engine turns over ]

One simple but effective trick
for identifying a tail

is known in the spy trade
as "running errands."

You drive to different
locations and stop,

going about ordinary business
in areas with open parking lots

while your team follows,

keeping track of the cars
at each stop.

It doesn't matter how good
your tail is.

At a certain point,

they're going to pop up
more than once.

Yeah, Mike, we got him.
It's a black Audi.

The guy's pretty good.
I only saw him once before.

(Michael) Nice work.

I'll abandon the car
and take the bus home.

When he figures out
he's lost me and leaves,

follow him back
to wherever he came from.

Rightey-o.

(Fiona) A lot of people
coming and going

for a nightclub
during the day.

Well,
I think we found H.Q.

So, Fi,
think you can handle

the pistol-packing
parking attendant there?

Just asking.

All right, so, look,
I'll go up the side there.

You keep him occupied

'cause if he figures out
what we're doing out here...

A little girl dies.

Yeah.
I know.

[ Sighs lightly ]

Hi.

Yeah, I was here
super late last night,

and I lost my sunglasses.

Last night?
I don't work nights. Sorry.

We, is there someone
that you can ask?

I mean, I would really
appreciate it.

They're my favorite
glasses.

Seriously, I don't think there's
anything I could do for you.

Maybe...Come back tonight,

talk to the manager,
the bouncer.

Oh. Come on, sweetie.
You really can't help?

Lady, look,
I said Ian't help you.

I'm not even supposed to
be talking to you,

so if you don't mind,
take a walk, all right?

Don't be like that.

[ Clatter ]

Are you -- are you,
like, blowing me off?

Look, Lady, I don't know
what your problem is,

but I don't know anything
about your stupid glasses.

And quit
flattering yourself

'cause you're not my type,
all right?

I'm not your type?!

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?!

I like blondes, all right?
Now get lost.

Well, you know what?
What?

I prefer gentlemen.

Ahh!

Nice job, butterfingers.
You almost got us killed.

Me? You're the one

who was supposed to be
handling the guy.

You know, I got to put trackers
on 10 of Dale's guy's cars.

You know, the only thing
holding me up

was that you couldn't control
a parking attendant.

I controlled him
just fine.

It's not my fault
he was rude!

That was
a command performance!

Uh, Fi?

Looks like
your performance

had more of an audience
than we thought.

Jesse?

Jesse!

[ Tires screech ]

You can learn a lot
from patterns of movement.

Much like a hunter
follows animal footprints

to find where the animal
sleeps, feeds, and mates,

a spy can examine
vehicle trails

to find out where a target
lives, does business,

and hides the things
he doesn't want found.

[ Door closes ]

How'd we do?

Well, we planted 10 trackers
on the cars.

Most of them belong to regular
criminal employee types,

so, you know, they're going to
their restaurants

and the drug neighborhoods,

but a few of them
took a big detour.

All through here, trying to make
sure they weren't followed,

all the way out here.

I mean, there's nothing
around that for miles.

Looks like a good place
to stash a kidnapping victim.

Where's Fi?

Uh, I was gonna
talk to you about that.

We saw Jesse when we were
planting the trackers.

It didn't look friendly.

Anyway, she's out
trying to find him.

And?

And he's nowhere.

[ Sighs heavily ]

Let's just focus
on what's in front of us.

How can we
get to the girl?

Well, any land approach
is gonna be visible for miles,

and approaching by boat
is just as bad

'cause they can see
the whole Bay.

No boat. No car.

I guess we'll just have to
figure out something else.

You found her?
What are we doing here, then?

We should be going in --
we can't just go in guns ablaze.

You don't understand,
Mr. Westen.

I've defended a lot of people
in this town,

a lot of people with serious
resources and manpower.

Yes, and the kidnappers
know that,

and that's probably why
they picked this location.

Why are we
even talking about this?

If there's no way
to get in --

if we can get in
unseen by water

and get out quietly,
we should be fine.

How do you propose
to do that?

I need you to call one
of your drug-cartel clients

and ask to borrow one of
their submersible vehicles

they use
to bring in cocaine.

[ Chuckles lightly ]

Just because I work with people
who are accused --
Mr. Scott.

Mr. Scott, you're not in front
of a camera right now.

This isn't the time
for the lawyer act.

You know what your clients do.
So do I.

Get a submersible vehicle.
Do it now.

Your daughter's life
is at stake.

Oh, nice!

Looks like we're pulling out
all the stops on this one.

Hey,
I'm up for anything

that involves borrowing
from drug cartels.
[ chuckles ]

Hey, uh, do we need
to sign anything, or...

So,
the keys are in it?

Where's Michael?
Oh, he had a meeting.

[ Engine turns over ]
Don't tell me -- Vaughn.

Wish I had a different answer
for you, but yeah.

(Vaughn)
So how's our project coming?
You talk to Barrett again?

(Michael)
He confirmed the meeting.

We'll set up,
and grab him there.

Good.

Send in a team, and we can --
No.

He'll be expecting that.

We need to keep this
low-profile --

my operation, my way.

No, our operation,
Michael.

I've been supporting you
for a month on this thing.

I was the one who gave you
the man's number, remember?

Barrett is very, very good
at what he does.

If you bring in a team,
he'll know it's there.

He'll be prepared,
and you'll just get me killed.

All right, fine.

The last thing you said
you'd handle was Jesse Porter.

So why was it my people tracked
him to a motel in Hialeah,

staying under a fake name?

You found Jesse?

Give me his location.
Give me a day to handle it.

We need him.

Here you go.

I hope you succeed.

For Jesse's sake.

Vaughn found Jesse.

He's at a hotel.

I have the address.

I need to get over there,
try to talk to him.

Michael.

What?

I need to talk to you
about something.

[ Exhales sharply ]

On our last job, Jesse and I
were doing some surveillance.

We were
about to get I.D.'d,

and so,
to cover ourselves...

...We kissed.

You kissed?

Well,
it was for the job.

But, uh...

I get it, Fi.
It's okay.

Well,
you know how it is.

When you work so closely
with someone,

things get...Confusing.

Are you confused now?

No.

I don't think so.

I care about him.

Maybe not in the way
that he would have wanted,

but enough for him
to hurt us both.

[ Sighs ]

When he found out
that we lied to him,

he was mad at you, but I think
my part in it cut even deeper.

So what now?

Well, I should be the one
to talk to him first.

I owe him an apology.

Maybe
I'll get through to him.

Maybe you'll
get yourself killed.

Well,
I'll bring your mom.

Jesse might shoot me, but
there's no way he'd take her on.

Now go save that girl,
Michael.

Defending a position is about
allocating resources --

figuring out the most likely
source of an attack

and putting the most firepower
there.

Which means that less likely
avenues of attack

won't be as well guarded.

It worked for Hannibal
coming over the Alps to Italy

and for Lawrence of Arabia

coming over the Nefud Desert
to Aqaba.

It's a technique
that depends on surprise,

which means the only way
it can go wrong

is if the bad guys
somehow know you're coming.

Don't move!

Drop the weapon!
[ gun cocks ]

Guys, easy.
Calm down.

Calm down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, well,
look who's here --

the miracle worker.

Let's just talk
about this.

[ Grunts ]

That Scott's a slippery
son of a bitch, isn't he?

I figured
he might try something,

so I tapped the ex-wife's phone,
just in case.

Figured she might
get some news I might need.

Sure enough,
he gives her a call,

says some guy's coming over
to get the girl in a submarine.

[ Laughs ]

I mean, I didn't believe it,
but here you are.

[ Beep ]
I want to go home.

You take that back to Scott and
tell him if he wants his girl,

get my brother
out of jail.

That's the only way
this thing's gonna work.

You want to know
how this thing works?

I'll tell you
how this thing works.

It's too late
for a not-guilty verdict.

It's just not gonna happen.

But if all you want
is your brother back,

that I can do.

You just said
he wasn't getting out of jail.

No, I just said, "not guilty's
not gonna happen."

But there are other ways
of keeping him out of prison.

Hey, I found you,
didn't I?

If I can do that, I can get your brother back.
You're serious.

Like I said,
I'm a miracle worker.

Okay.

Show me a miracle.

What do you mean, it didn't work?

You said you could get her!
You said --

I said
I needed you to make sure

that you didn't
tell anybody about the plan!

And you talked
to your ex-wife --

a move that almost got
me and your daughter killed!

[ Sighs ]

She was going to go to the police.

I mean, I-I didn't know
what else to do.

I know you're not
used to taking orders,

but from now on,
you do exactly as we say.

You understand?

What now?

At this point, the only way
we're gonna get Becky

is to trade her
for Dale's brother.

Oh, you mean
get him out of jail?

No. I'm not gonna let a murderer
use a little girl

to get out
of doing time.

Then how?

We make Dale think
that his brother's free

just long enough
to get your daughter back.

It's not gonna be easy,

but we don't have a lot of cards
to play here.

We got one shot --

tomorrow afternoon,
when Rod is being transported

from the County Jail
to the Courthouse.

Okay.

What can I do?

We've got a plan,

but it's gonna
take some money.

Whatever you need.
It's yours.

Plus,
we need some manpower,

so you got to call
your little criminal friends,

have them send over a guy
who can handle himself

'cause it's gonna
get bumpy.

[ Exhales sharply ]

You smoked an entire pack
in an hour.

You have any idea
how bad that is for you?

It's probably
better for my health

than waiting around for
some burned spy with a grudge.

You think Jesse
will ever show?

I don't know.
Maybe we should come back later.

You want to tell me
what you two are doing here?

We need to talk.

Really?

Yeah, I'm, uh,
not too interested

in having a conversation
right now.

Just hear her out,
all right, Jesse?

I've been baking in the sun
for an hour.

I'm tired,
I'm out of cigarettes,

and I'm not gonna be
hauling my ass all over Miami

looking for you anymore.

If you don't like
what she has to say,

then, I don't know,
shoot her.

Shoot both of us.

All right.
That sounds fair enough.

What do you want?

Well, getting you burned
was an accident.

Michael was looking
for information.

We didn't know
it would hurt you.

We lied to protect you.

Maybe that was wrong, but we
did it for the right reasons.

Is that what this is about?
You're here to make excuses?

No, I'm here because
we're still going after Barrett.

I'm here because
we need your help.

[ Scoffs ]

I know you're angry.

The fact is,
it wasn't all lies.

We are your friends.

Then and now.
You're my friends?

Are you ser--

you ruined my life.

Jesse.
You understand that?

I didn't know who the hell you people were!
Jesse.

I trusted you!
Jesse!

When I met Michael,
he was under a cover I.D.

I fell in love with a man whose
real name I didn't even know.

Sam informed on Michael
to the FBI,

and we've all forgiven
each other.

That's all really touching, Fi.
I'm not like you guys.

You want to help Michael?

You tell him
to watch his back.

Look, if you
change your mind,

he'll be at the Shoreline Diner
at 8:00.

He just
wants to talk to you.

Jesse,
for what it's worth...

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]

Michael may not
be perfect, Jesse,

but he's not the man
you're saying he is.

Yeah, maybe you don't know him
as well as you think.

I know him plenty well!

You're better than this,
Jesse.

This is beneath you.

Maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

Maybe not.

But if you're gonna
kill my son...

Just do me a favor
and wait a couple of days.

'Cause he's trying to save
a little girl's life.

I'm Vic.

Mr. Scott sent me.

He say what you were gonna be doing?
Kinda.

I'm gonna be
driving the van,

wearing
a prison-guard uniform.

He said
it might get kinda rough.

You're in
the ballpark.

Here you go, sport.
Try those on.

You can change
in the back there.

Not to state the obvious,
Mike,

but if Jesse was here,

we wouldn't have to work with
a guy with a neck tattoo.

Point taken, Sam.

(Michael)
Contracting requirements mean

specs for most government
vehicles are easily available.

If you want to build a prison
transport van, for example,

you can get most of what
you need from public websites.

Add the paint scheme and logos

of your local
municipal government,

and you're in business.

Well, we got
a nice fake prison van,

nice fake prison guard.

Now we just need
a fake prisoner.

Fiona's working on it.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Crash ]

What the hell?!

Where'd you learn to drive?
Look at this!

Remember me?

Oh.

Get in the trunk.

You know, not a bad resemblance
to Rod Lawson.

You could trim his eyebrows
a little bit

just to complete
the illusion.

I mean, we are trying
to fool his brother, after all.

Well, there's no time
for plastic surgery

to make him look perfect,

so we're gonna have to settle
for bloodying you up a bit.

Now, I wanted to cut you.

But the big softy
right here,

he convinced me that the
fake stuff would stick better.

Ooh, watch t eyes, Rudy.

It'll sting.

[ Groans ]

But the sedative
will help.

Ready? It's time.
I'm meeting Dale in an hour.

Yep, we're ready.
How about you, big guy?

Hmm? You ready?

There we go.
Come on, now.

(Michael)
That's your brother?

Yeah, that's him.

So how are you gonna do this,
anyway?

That's my problem.

No, no, no.

My brother,
my problem, too, okay?

Listen --
we got the route.

We hit the van
at an intersection

on the way
to the Courthouse.

We sit back, we watch,
we make sure it goes smoothly.

Before we do, though --
yeah, yeah, I got the girl.

At the rendezvous point, because
if you try to pull anything --

she'll be there.

Courthouse is only
a couple miles away, you know.

We can't do this just anywhere,
all right?

It's under control.

Fire Engines and Ambulances
use traffic-control devices

to make traffic
flow their way.

They're fairly simple --

strobing
at a particular frequency

that can be picked up
by the traffic light.

It's very illegal to use
if you're a private citizen,

but remarkably useful if you
need to turn a red light green

or, with a little rewiring,
turn a green light red.

There's a low-traffic street
up here. Good access roads.

We can get away before the cops
know what happened, all right?

All right. Just make sure
nothing goes wrong.

It'll be fine.

We'll stay back here
and watch the whole thing.

Spies and magicians use
many of the same techniques.

They both know people
trust their eyes

more than they should.

If they think they know
what they're looking at,

they don't look too closely.

A group can help
sell the illusion.

A few flashily dressed
assistants

can draw the audience's eye
where you want it to go.

And, of course,

a well-timed cloud of fire
and smoke doesn't hurt.

Ohh!

[ Rapid gunfire ]

Get out of there!

Let's go!
Face the van!

Spread 'em!

Open it up!

Come on!

On your face!
Hands behind your neck!

Go!

He better not be hurt.

He'll be banged up a little bit,
but he'll heal.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Sirens wail in distance ]

Gotta go.

Whether it's with imprisoned
spies, captured soldiers,

or kidnapping victims,

a hostage exchange
is always a touchy time.

Tempers run hot,
and people are nervous

about being tricked
or ripped off.

If you happen to be planning
on tricking someone,

you have all the more reason
to be careful.

Where's Becky?

I told you nothing happens
till I see the girl.

She's here.
Don't worry.

All right,
bring her on in.

There you go.

Let me see
my brother now!

He's in the back.

You're gonna have to
cut his shackles

and have a doctor see to his
head before he's walking around.

(Fiona) You can take the keys.
Check your brother.

You can keep the car. Ditch it
or burn it when you're done.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna take you
to your mom.

Do you like fireworks?
Yeah?

Close your eyes.
Keep them closed. Close 'em.

'Cause they're gonna get
real loud.

Son of a bitch!
It's not him!

[ Screams ]

[ Screams ]

You think
you can do this to me?!

God!

[ Sighs ]

I, uh...

I don't know
what to say, Mr. Westen.

Thank you.

Mr. Scott,
this isn't over.

Dale Lawson may not know
who I am,

but he still knows
who you are.

And he's a little angry.

Oh, yeah?

Well...

I'm angry, too.

Hey. Listen to me --

you need to find someplace safe
for your daughter.

You need --

Becky's booked on a flight
out of the country.

I've made arrangements.
She'll be with her mother.

Dale Lawson will never
be a threat to her again.

Not just for her.
You need --

thank you for your concern,
Mr. Westen,

but, uh, I can
take care of myself.

I-I don't want
to be rude,

but, uh, I got some things
to take care of.

If we can just handle
your payment.

What do I owe you?

I'll just hang on to
the submersible vehicle.

It'll be my payment.

I assume you can
take care of that.

Of course. But what do you
want with it?

That's my business.

(Fiona)
Has Jesse shown up yet?
No.

Michael,
maybe you should just go.

I figured there was a good
chance he wouldn't show.

It looks like --
I'll wait.

It's our last chance
before we go after Barrett.

I don't want to blow it

just because Jesse's
stuck in traffic.

I know, but, Michael -- he's here.
I'll call you later.

Sorry I'm late.

I was sitting in my car
for the last 10 minutes

with your head
in the cross hairs of a rifle...

...Wondering if I should shoot
the man who ruined my life.

And?

Still thinking.

Jesse,
I'd say I'm sorry,

but I can tell you're in no mood
for apologies,

so I'll get
right to the point.

We're going after Barrett.

The meeting is set.

I need you
back on the team.

[ Scoffs ] Really?
Why would I do that?

If we can
take Barrett down,

maybe we can
get you back into --

that's good.

You know, I'm not a guy
that trusts very easily.

I've...Never had
a lot of friends.

Not close ones, anyway.

I know it's hard to believe,
but I am your friend.

And I've always been.

I'm here because this is
your investigation, too.

Barrett's gonna expect you
at the meeting.

I need you there.

Why? So I can
watch your back?

This isn't just about me.

You know Barrett
better than anyone.

No, do not throw that
back in my face!

This was my investigation --
mine --

a long time
before you got involved,

so you don't get to
use that against me.

You understand me?

Now, you want to have your meeting with
Barrett, that's fine.

You do what you got to do.

But as far as
me and you go...

I make no promises.

So? How'd it go?

Could've been better.

What does that mean?

He's not gonna shoot me.
Yet.

Well, that's good.
It's positive.

I like that.

As far as the Barrett meeting
is going, I'm on my own.

Okay, well,
that's not so good.

Mike, seriously.

There is no way
we can pull this off --

it is not something that
he's open to discussing.

Okay.

Let's look
at the situation here.

You meet with Barrett here.

Fi and I are gonna set up
over here by the bridge.

The sub is there.
So you do your thing.

You get Barrett into
the cargo hold, take off.

But when this goes down,

Fi and I are gonna
block the bridge, you know,

with explosives
and whatnot,

to make sure Barrett's team
doesn't come back in.

But that still leaves you alone
with Barrett

plus two guys.

I got surprise
on my side.

This is John Barrett
we're talking about.

He's been dealing death
for the last decade.

He's not
gonna bring --

it's not ideal.

But it's either that
or we give up and go home.

Well, I guess
we roll the dice.

Any plan to grab a person

has to strike a balance
between resources and secrecy.

The more resources you bring --
people, weapons, vehicles --

the easier the extraction
will be.

At the same time,

the more resources
you have in the field,

the higher
your risk of exposure.

You can only bring as much
manpower and equipment

as you can conceal.

Okay. This is it.
Here he is.

If the circumstances
don't allow for much cover,

an extraction
can get very risky...

And very, very lonely.

(Barrett) Well,
it's nice to finally

meet you in person,
Mr. Westen.

The feeling's mutual.
You brought the bible?

All right.

I'll play.

What exactly do you want?

I guess you could say
I'm looking for work.

Things have been a little lean
since I got burned,

and when I say "work, "

I'm not talking about joining

the "black t-shirt
and sunglasses" squad.

No offense.

Well,
once we have the bible,

there'll be plenty
of work to be done.

I could use
someone like you.

Shall we
get this started?

(Sam) Looks like everything
is going according to plan.

Are Barrett's men
behaving themselves?

So far.

So let's move on
to the second part of the deal.

Tell me about the bible.

Simon Escher's bible.

Let's put it this way --

the people that burned you,
that burned Simon?

They have names,
jobs, lives.

They're hidden
in all sorts of places --

government,
private sector.

And if you know
who they are,

you can see
the possibilities.

So that list is the key

to destroying the people who burned me?
It is.

Had a feeling you might be
interested in helping me

to do just that.

So Simon...

Compiled the list as insurance
in case things went bad,

encrypted with a book code
for security.

And when things
fell to pieces,

he needed someone powerful
enough to play this card.

He needed me.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah?

Where?

How many?

Right.
Well, handle it.

Well, this is getting
more interesting.

What angle are you working,
exactly?

What are you
talking about?

The team of men on the road
out there approaching my men.

Yours, I assume?

You thought you could
double-cross me?

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Gunfire ]

Fi, this is not good.

I guess Michael's
little agreement

that Vaughn
would steer clear

wasn't quite as solid
as he thought.

You and I are gonna have

a private and very painful
conversation.

And you're gonna tell me
exactly what is going on here.

Take him!

Oh, now they got Mike!

[ Gunshot ]

Shooting through a friendly
to hit a target

is a tricky thing to pull off.

There are only a few places
on the human body

that can take a gunshot

without severing a major artery
or destroying a vital organ.

He shot Michael!
What is Jesse doing?!

No, he shot
the guy behind him.

He's saving Mike's butt
is what he's doing.

Getting shot on the inside
of the shoulder

won't kill you quickly,

but almost any gunshot
will kill you

if you give it enough time.

[ Gunfire ]

[ Bullets ricochet ]

Who do you work for?!

I'm self-employed.

[ Tires screech ]
[ groans ]

Oh, it hurts?!
Get used to it!

By the time
I'm done with you,

you're gonna wish
that bullet killed you!

There's a cold math
to blood loss.

The more you lose,
the weaker you get.

And when you're on a clock
like that, it pays to act,

no matter how desperate
your plan might be.

Because if you wait,
you may not have the chance.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Groans ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Footsteps approach ]