Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 4, Episode 17 - Out of the Fire - 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 FBI...

You know spies,
a bunch of bitchy little girls.



- Family, too.
- 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"...
- Vaughn.

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

We found a replacement, Simon.
The name's Westen.

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

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

{\pos(192,280)}NOT MICHAEL'S PARTNER

Me too.

So that list is the key to destroying
the people who burned me?

People are gonna die if that thing
gets out. Lives are gonna be ruined.

The people on that list burned
you, so this is your call.



We need to hand this
over to the government.

You think I'm lying about this list?

Look, if you expect me
to help you get back in,

you're gonna have to go on the record
about the people who burned you.

{\pos(192,280)}GUY FROM THE GOVERNMENT

Marv, I can't sit
on this list forever.

All right, I'll let you know
the time and the place.

This is the list?

Marv, who are these guys?

Jesse, I'm sorry.

No! No!

Jesse, wait!

{\pos(192,280)}PART TIME SPY

{\pos(192,280)}FULL-TIME SOCIOPATH

Brennen.

Jesse, I'm sorry.

Marv, what the hell are you
talking about? What's going on?

Marv!

When a soldier
loses a friend in battle,

his commanding officer keeps
a close eye on how he copes.

If his judgment is affected,
he is removed from combat

so one fallen soldier
doesn't turn into two.

Spies in the field
take the same precautions.

But without
a strict chain of command,

the decision
about who stays in the game

and who gets sidelined
can get messy.

Brennen just called me.

He wants me to meet him
at the Carlito in an hour.

Great. I'll go with you.
Just in case.

Sam, if Brennen wanted to kill me,

he would have shot me
when he took the NOC list.

I'm just gonna go talk to the man.

Yeah, and I'm going.

Yeah, I'd like a word with him, too.

Mike, that's not a good idea.

Wait. Excuse me?

{\*Sam, }If you got something to say,
you better say it to me.

{\*Look, }I know you're upset,
but I don't think you get it.

Brennen isn't just some arms dealer.

He kidnapped Mike's brother.

He once strapped a bomb to
a kid. The guy's a megacreep.

I don't give a damn if he's
Satan himself, all right?

{\*One way or another, }He's gonna tell me
how he got Marv to flip.

No, he's not, Jesse. Sam's right.
You're gonna sit this one out.

The hell I am.
Mike, it's not your call.

Marv wasn't your friend.

You're right, he wasn't,
but if he had been,

I'd expect you to stop me
from doing something stupid.

He's right, Jess.

We've all been there, Mike included.

There's gonna be fallout
from Marv's murder.

The fact that it happened here in Miami,
CIFA's gonna want to talk to you.

I need you to sell them a story
that gives us enough time to operate.

Okay, so I'm supposed
to just sit on the sidelines

and lie to the only people
that are looking for the truth?

Okay. Then, it sounds like
a Michael Westen plan to me.

He'll get over it, Mike.

$122,654.37.

That's how much I've spent
in the last year

keeping tabs
on my favorite burned spy.

{\pos(192,280)}VERY INVESTED IN MICHAEL

Thanks?

No, actually,
I should be thanking you.

Because you led me
to good, old Marv.

And without him,

I never would have been able
to pry the list out of your hands.

This, little network of people
that burned you is very promising.

Talk about high-value targets.

Okay, so you're here
to, what, take a victory lap?

Little bit, but mostly
it's a business trip.

I'm here to get spy guy
to slit a few dozen throats.

Oh, now, don't give me that look.

You're going to love this, trust me.

You want me to kill
the people on the list?

Ding-ding, Michael Westen!

You get revenge.
I get money.

Everybody goes home a winner.

And if I say no?

You won't, because if you refuse,

a very special audio file
gets sent to,

what is he, your boss, your keeper?

Anyway, the man you know as Vaughn.

Marv gave you Mike's debrief?

You mean my Michael Westen
summer-jam mix tape? Indeed.

Fun stuff.

And if, Vaughn ever gets a listen

to you outing his little secret society,
he's gonna kill...

Well, you and you and Fiona...

This new guy, Jesse...

Possibly even mama Westen, Nate.

How is Nate?

I sent him a Christmas card
and never heard back.

You're working your way
to a point. I can just feel it.

Meet your first victim.

Government employee 132g-something.

I did some digging.
He was an operator in Indonesia.

He's currently living in Miami.

The list just had
his Federal I.D. mumber.

Your job is to turn
that number into a name,

and that name into a corpse.

If you have his government I.D.,

you just need to access
the federal employee database.

Wrong, Mr. Westen.

You just need to access
the federal employee database.

Okay, so you want us to just
waltz into some FBI building

and politely ask them
to use one of their computers?

I'm gonna go out
on a limb here, Sam,

and guess you're not the brains
behind this operation.

Computers that can access
the federal database

also live in federal courthouses.

Did I go too fast?
Are you lost, Sam?

Don't take my silence
for confusion, Brennen.

I was just trying
to kill you with my mind.

Okay.

Killing me wouldn't solve
your problem.

That audio file is scheduled
to be e-mailed

to Vaughn every morning
at 5:00 a.m.,

the only thing stopping it, me.

Oh, God, uh, one more
final little detail,

I brought in someone special.

To help you with the killing
and me with the keeping you in line.

He's a big fan of yours.

May I present...

Hey, kid!

{\pos(192,280)}MICHAEL BIGGEST FAN

{\pos(192,280)}THE SPY WITH NINE LIVES

And I was hoping for a smile.

Burn Notice 4x17 Out of the Fire
Original Air Date on December 16, 2010

{\pub1}Michael, you're thinking
about this all wrong.

{\pos(192,215)}Brennen is giving you
a hell of an opportunity here.

{\pos(192,215)}Yeah, right.

{\pos(192,235)}Brennen is forcing him
to kill in cold blood.

{\pos(192,235)}He's not forcing him.

{\pos(192,235)}Come on, the Michael I knew

{\pos(192,235)}would've sliced a bloody swath
through that list.

The Michael I knew
would've left a trail

{\pos(192,215)}of twisted, broken bodies
lying in his wake.

And the Michael I knew would've done it
all with a smile on his face.

{\pos(192,215)}That was beautiful, Larry.

{\pos(192,215)}Ever think about writing poetry?

{\pos(192,215)}Guys, we need to focus.

{\pos(192,215)}The network at the Miami Federal Courthouse
will give us everything we need.

{\pos(192,215)}I got to say, I don't like
where this is going.

{\*Oh, good news, }Sam. You don't have to like it.
You get to stay home.

{\*Mike, }Can you talk
to the jackal, please...

{\pos(192,235)}Sorry to make this awkward, kid,
in front of, you know,

{\pos(192,235)}but none of your friends
are invited to this party.

Just you and me. And this time,
you don't get a choice.

What is that?

{\pos(192,215)}This is rebar, Larry, see, 'cause,

{\pos(192,215)}I'm gonna wipe that 5,000-watt
smile off your face!

Come on! Sam!
What are you...

Sam, what the hell are you doing?

We got to get to Brennen.
Can you get Larry's cellphone number?

What the hell do you let
this wet rag hang around for?

I mean, he's just holding you back.

{\pos(192,215)}You know what?
You two deserve each other.

Good luck with your
murder spree, Mike.

Yeah, Marv called me a few days
before he was killed.

{\pos(192,215)}You know, "how's the fam?

{\pos(192,215)}"I saw your Marlins took a beating.
We should grab a drink."

{\pos(192,215)}Just... whatever.
Friend stuff.

{\pos(192,215)}Did he say
why he was coming to Miami?

{\pos(192,215)}I asked him.
Didn't go into any detail.

{\pos(192,215)}I just figured
he was working a case.

{\pos(192,215)}And then when I went
to I.D. his body,

{\pos(192,215)}among his personal effects.

{\pos(192,215)}I didn't want it falling
into the wrong hands,

{\pos(192,215)}so I picked it up, figured
you guys would come calling.

These are notes
on the Sinaloa Cartel.

{\pos(192,215)}Yeah. I don't what that's about.

{\pos(192,215)}Marv and I never worked a case
against those guys.

{\pos(192,215)}But I haven't really
been up on the latest.

{\pos(192,215)}You know.

{\pos(192,215)}Well, thank you for this,
Mr. Porter.

{\pos(192,215)}Yeah.
Anything you need.

Hey, if you don't mind me asking...

How's the investigation going?

We'll be in touch.

{\pos(192,215)}Glad to help.

Who kicked your dog?

{\pos(192,215)}Just lied to my old agency.

{\pos(192,215)}Told them Marv was working
a cartel case off the books.

{\pos(192,215)}Doesn't look like you had much fun.

{\pos(192,215)}No, this whole thing,

it puts a black mark
on a good man's record.

My point is,

I don't think you would have
done it if you didn't have to.

Yeah, well, of course not.
But so what?

Man had a wife and two daughters.
They're never gonna know why he died.

I feel like
the whole thing's my fault.

I feel like I should call them
or something.

Is that safe?

You know, when my mom was killed,

I didn't know the whole story
for a while,
for like a couple months.

Everyone was trying to protect me.

But when you lose someone close
like that, the truth,

it matters.

Well, from what I understand
about this situation,

it sounds like the truth

might hurt

just as much as it might help.

If you're gonna
go "helping" anybody,

you might want to think about
what Marv's family needs first.

I'm just saying.

I don't get it, Larry.

You're not exactly
a "taking orders" type of guy.

Why work with Brennen?

The math isn't complicated.

He's got the list

and a solid plan
to turn it into cash

using some of my many talents.

So you're just employee number two?

Come on.

You know the funny thing
about this world

is that people lose stuff
all the time.

And sometimes it's taken from them.

I see a very bright future
for whoever holds that list.

And it's not gonna
be Brennen forever.

Believe that.

So, what's your plan here?

Well, I think we start
with some ass-kicking

and then some name-taking.

I think we hit the fire alarm,

slip past the metal detectors
in the confusion,

grab a guard to get
into the computer room,

and then, boom, one body to dump.

That's one more than we need.
We can do this without guns.

What in the hell happened to you?

My way's fun, too.

We can play it like
St. Petersburg, '94.

You mean, lawyers
instead of diplomats?

And this time I'll let you
be the boss.

You'll let me?

Okay, fine. Fine.
We'll try it your way.

I'm gonna need your cell number.
I'll call you later.

Michael got Larry's number.

We should be all set
if everything goes smoothly in there

and they call Brennen with a name.

Give me about a minute head start.

I'm gonna go scare up some paperwork.
Adds a nice touch.

Why don't I grab you some
coffee while I'm at it?

Only if they've got
those little cortaditos.

I love those things.

Hey. Tom Nickerson.
Hi. How are you?

Listen, I need to get
all the archived files

on Judge Shapiro's
Kingdon Industries trial.

Docket number bl2435.

Okay.
Kingdon Industries.

Judge Jonathan Shapiro.

Looks like there are over
1,000 files in that case.

And there doesn't appear to be
a Nickerson listed here in...

Yeah, well, see, the old attorney
was fired for being incompetent.

I'm taking over. I need you to
get everything out here pronto.

Right, well, I don't see
a note in the file

saying there's been a change
in counsel.

I'm sorry, but I can't...

Oh, Jesus.

There's been a pretrial conference
going on for 10 minutes.

I have a judge waiting for me.
I need those files right away.

Yes, sir? Yes, Judge Shapiro.
How are you, sir?

Counselor, where{\* the hell} are you?
Get your ass up here now!

Yes, sir.

You are really going to regret this.

I got the substitution
of counsel forms.

Did you get the archived files?

No, I'm still waiting for
someone to go get them, yes.

- Did you tell him about the judge?
- Oh, I tried to,

but he's not feeling
particularly helpful today.

We'll tell the judge
that we're just not getting

- any cooperation down here...
- Cooperate!

- And let him burn for this!
- You're gonna burn for this!

Yes. What's your name?
What is your name?

I'll be right back.

Here we go.

89, 88, 87...

Larry, I'm typing in numbers.

It's easier if you don't count!

I get the picture.

Hey, lookee, lookee.
Larry's making a call.

Used to expand mobile coverage
to places without service,

femtocells reroute and boost
cellular signals...

Which is great if you're a hacker
looking to tap and trace a call

made by a specific cellphone number.

Larry.
What's the good word?

- Here we go.
- Okay.

Future deadee's name
is Albert Machado.

The guy works for the I.M.F.

For a few more hours, anyway.

Okay. Bingo.
We got the network I.D.

Okay. What the hell?

He's bouncing the I.D. Number

and changing the call history?

Fi, I've never seen that.

- Okay, let's go. Let's go. Go.
- I got to cover my tracks.

Oh, well. Time to go.

Come on, kid.
We'll take the service elevator.

I want you to tell me, counselor...

who is first chair on this case?

Sir, the judge asked you
a question. You hesitated.

Yeah, because I was looking
for my notes which someone left

- on my desk back in the office!
- Hesitated!

Excuse me! I'm gonna
need to see some I.D.

I.D. Oh, you want to see some I.D.

He wants to know who I am.

Do you want to tell him who I am?

Managing Partner,
Nickerson, Trott and Associates.

$100 million annual billing
and first chair.

No, look!

There has been a disturbance
on this floor.

I'm gonna need you
to head downstairs right now.

Okay. Okay.
All right. Sorry.

You didn't answer my question.

- You're the boss, Larry.
- Ah, damn right!

{\pub2}To Albert Machado.

The first of
46 moneymaking opportunities

on that list of mine.

To Albert. May his life
be short and end screaming.

I'm kidding.

You got to lighten up
and enjoy yourself.

I mean, this guy is your enemy.

Enemy or not,
we're planning an execution.

I'm sorry if I'm not
doing cartwheels.

This is Machado, inside and out...

from his home address

to his favorite brand of toothpaste.

You two have got some scouting to do.
I've got to finalize the arrangements

for who we're framing
for his murder.

You never said anything
about framing somebody.

- That's news to me, too.
- Well, it doesn't concern you two.

I'm taking care of it.

Actually, it does concern us.

To sell a frame-up, there's a lot of
details you're gonna want us to get right.

Larry, Michael...

It's called compartmentalization.

We each have our own unique and
very specific set of responsibilities.

I handle the details.
You two point and shoot.

You want us to start shooting,
you need to start sharing.

Okay, fine...

But only because I'm
particularly proud of this.

We're framing a Filipino
separatist group.

Points for originality, no?

If we're framing them for murder,

why not frame them for abduction?

Oh, kid. Don't start
that boy-scout crap.

This is not you.

The man is part of a organization
that destroyed my life, Larry.

I don't care if he attends another one
of his daughter's dance recitals.

But this is a better investment.

If you kill him, then he's dead.

That's usually how it goes.

But if you grab him,

then you can interrogate him,

ransom him.

The sky's the limit.

Well, I don't mind
raising the bottom line.

What do you think, Wall Street?

All right, Westen.
We'll try it.

Who doesn't love a good kidnapping?

- I'll make some calls.
- Do you want to...

And one more thing.

I'm sure it's occurred to you

to try and have someone tail me
back to the list.

If I pick up even the slightest hint

of the vaguest whiff

that I've got a tail...

I'm dropping Vaughn
and his entire organization

on your head.

That guy.

He's kind of a dick.

Fi, you do remember
that we're looking for someone

who deals in top-of-the-line
phone scramblers, right?

Top of the top of the line,
actually.

{\*Okay, so }You're saying
one of the wizards in there

sold Brennen the equipment that
beat us back at the courthouse?

- The place is a dump.
- They're not into interior design.

The guy in the gray shirt...
that's Alfredo.

That guy. He doesn't look like
he could complete a 411 call,

let alone direct us to Brennen.

Two independent{\* and highly} motivated sources

say Alfredo's the only guy in Miami

who's moving black-market
technology of this caliber.

{\* tell you, }There's no way we're getting
through that front door fast enough

to get the jump on him.

Who says we're using the door?

Of the many ways
to launch a sneak attack,

few are more disorienting
and terrifying for your enemy

than dropping in from above.

It gives you immediate
and overwhelming superiority.

The only downside?

Sometimes it means
an 8-foot fall to the floor.

Oh, geez.

I know your sign says "closed"...
But can we talk for a minute?

Start talking or start losing limbs.

Listen! Just listen!

All I did was sell that guy a scrambler
for his phone and a wall safe.

- What kind of safe did you sell him?
- It's an XL-500 series.

That doesn't{\* really} mean anything to us.

It's cutting-edge.

Heat-resistant up to 2,000 degrees.

Biometric lock.

- You mean with a hand scanner?
- Exactly.

I gave him a good deal on it, too.
Free delivery and installation.

Well, if you installed it,
you have his address.

I can't give you that.
That guy...

I think he's planning on killing me.

I'm locking my door 24/7.

Well, since we already made it
past your locked door,

I think you have
more immediate problems.

Address. Now.

I'm calling Jesse.
We need all hands on deck.

All right.
So, what's your plan?

Too early to say for sure.

I can't even tell how many guards
there are on the property.

Not what I meant.

I can see the wheels turning, kid.

Are you gonna drop a bug on him?
Pin a tail on the donkey?

Come on, how are you gonna
steal the list from Brennen? Share.

Why don't you tell me how you're gonna
play it? Teach me something.

You say that like I didn't teach you
damn near everything else you know.

Fair enough. I'll tell you
what I see, Larry.

I see you making him comfortable...

Gaming him,
keeping him out in the open.

The last thing you want

is Brennen scurrying down
some hole with the list.

So we're both keeping him
very comfortable

until an opportunity
presents itself, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

Showtime.

There's our target.

What?

For kidnapping.

He didn't spare any expense
on his security.

Those bodyguards.

They got Ranger tats.
Probably former Special Forces.

Maybe we should just clip one or two
of them, see how special they really are.

Hey, you wanted to know
when Machado got here.

He just got here.

We'll be there.

Brennen?

Yeah, he wants to meet,
wants to hear our plan.

So remember... very comfortable.

The entire compound is surrounded

by an 8-foot wrought-iron
and concrete fence.

It's patrolled by at least
seven armed guards.

A large explosion right here
by the front gate

will draw attention
in the wrong direction,

allow us to sneak in
through the rear wall.

What about these, ugly little boxes?

Are they supposed to be
motion sensors, video cameras?

Oh, they're both, but we're gonna
knock out the compound's power.

And they'll be running blind
until the generator starts up.

From the moment we breach,

we'll have two minutes
to locate Machado, grab him,

and get him out before
the power comes back up.

It's gonna be tight,
but I got to say, fellas,

I love the simplicity.

Make 'em look left, stab 'em
in the eyes, go in right.

It's like a magic trick.

Like one of those
really bloody magic tricks.

Yeah, I'd prefer not
to be the one bleeding.

Seven guards is a lot
of moving parts to account for.

And we can't exactly
extract Machado if we're dead.

The kid thinks we need to
watch some guard shift changes

to find the best time to breach,

minimize our chances of being seen.

Really? How long do you think we need
to watch these shift changes?

I'm thinking one, maybe two days.

Yeah. Yeah.
I can see that.

You want one or two days to scout.

Yeah.

Which would also conveniently
give you one or two days

to try and come up with a plan
to wriggle out from under my thumb.

That about the shape of it{\*, Westen}?

- Brennen, I...
- Wait! How about this instead?

Why don't both you ladies
put on your game faces...

Right now.

Because you're going in.

Right now.

{\pub3}Peanut butter. Jelly.

Now make me a sandwich
delicious enough

to blast into that compound

and frame a Filipino
separatist group

for the kidnapping
of Albert Machado.

Going now is a mistake.

We haven't taken the time
we need to prep.

Well, what do you think
Larry's doing? Window-shopping?

He's at the compound,
finishing your recon.

Look, I know you're not exactly
worried about our well-being.

I resent that.

Safety is my number-one
priority, which is why...

I got you these.

Don't flash those adorable
puppy-dog eyes at me.

What happened to that plan
I liked so much?

If you want us around
for a second operation,

I'm telling you to reconsider.

And I'm telling you

two elite operatives like
yourselves, you'll be fine.

And you can take solace in the
fact that you don't have a choice.

Oh, don't tell me the kid's
still moping around.

Every moment since you left.
What do you got?

Okay, the main power
for Machado's compound

is run off a transformer
a quarter-mile north.

That's perfect.

You can drop a charge off there
on your way to the breach.

Now, Machado is in his office right now
at the back of the main house.

If we can separate him from his guards
and then force him outside,

- snatching him shouldn't be a{\*ny} problem.
- Love it.

Now, before you go in,

you got to make these bombs
exactly like this.

Exactly.
Do not deviate.

I know you want to frame some guys
in Manila, but I don't read tagalog.

I'm sorry.

I believe that's filed
under "your problem."

Good luck in there.
Call me when it's time to send the bill.

So...

You ready to make some fireworks?

If you're looking to frame
a specific group for a bombing,

you use their design plans,
their construction materials,

and their particular brand of C-4.

Bomb experts know
that not all c-4 is the same.

The same taggant chemicals

that allow manufacturers
to identify their own product

will also allow forensic teams

to track down the source country
to determine who's to blame...

It's just like checking
the label on a t-shirt

to determine where it's made,
only a little more complicated.

Okay, so,

what, there's no opening the safe
without Brennen?

Well, with enough time,
we could cut our way in,

but there'd be no way to hide
our handiwork. Brennen would find out.

Right, and once he does,
Vaughn knows we got the list,

- and we'd have a war on our hands.
- I say to hell with this.

I say we let Brennen find out,
stick a gun in his mouth,

tell him we're gonna decorate the
walls with his big-ass brain

if he doesn't hand over Mike's debrief.
Problem solved.

- I like where your head is at.
- Fi.

But we don't know where Brennen is.

Right, and if we go looking for him,
we{\* better} make sure he doesn't see our shadow,

'cause he warned Mike about the
consequences of following him.

Okay, so we go invisible.

We break the safe,
wait for him to show up.

When he does, you know,
my "gun in the mouth" pitch.

Anybody got a better idea?

When a real-estate bubble bursts,
it's tough on the civilian population.

But it's a field day for spies.

Empty buildings provide excellent cover
for scouting in an urban environment.

And it's always nice to plan
and execute illicit operations

in air-conditioned comfort.

Unfortunately,
all that unoccupied space

is a playground for criminals, too.

10th floor.
Southwest corner unit.

That's the condo where
Brennen installed the safe.

Ah, clever bastard hid
the thing in an empty building.

{\*Looks like }He's turning it
into a television studio.

I've never seen more cameras{\* in my life}.

We can forget about being invisible.
If we go in there, he's gonna know it.

These shape charges
are almost set. You good?

Bombs on the front gate
and transformer are on one frequency.

And this little piggy's on the other.
Two clicks, three booms.

A bomb built to distract is long on fuel
and short on shrapnel.

The larger the fireball,
the more eyeballs it attracts.

Hey, you want to stretch?
This is gonna be a two-minute sprint.

A bomb built to breach a wall,
on the other hand,

need not be particularly loud
or visible.

Charges shaped to direct force
into structural supports

can blow a hole in a wall
without blowing out anyone's eardrum.

Mike, you go around the other side.

I'll flush Machado out
into your waiting arms, okay?

Oh, Mike, there are no bonus
points for being gentle.

Hey. Mikey.
Great to hear from you.

What{\* the hell} is happening over there?

I'm kind of in the middle
of a breach, Sam.

{\*And }You got to call now?

It's the only time I could get away
from Larry. Tell me some good news.

We got something. We found out
where Brennen is keeping that list.

1488 Brickell Avenue,
apartment 1037.

We got eyes on it right now.

That is great news.

Yeah, but this isn't...

he's got the thing in a safe
with a biometric lock,

and the thing is covered
by about a jillion security cameras.

You want us to crash the place?

{\*No, }Even if we get the list, we got to stop
Brennen from sending that file to Vaughn.

I think Larry might be able
to help with that. I got to go.

Hands. Hands. Weapon.

- Do you have any idea who I am?
- Yes, I do.

- Who I work for?
- Yes, I do.

Does the name "Michael Westen"
ring any bells?

Kid.

Larry, what are you doing?

Adios!

What are you doing?!

Mission accomplished.

Come on. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go!

What{\* the hell} was that, Larry?

God, you never feel more alive
than after you've killed somebody!

You were supposed to
grab Machado. Grab!

Oh, God.
You saw his file.

- The world's a better place without him.
- We had a deal!

What can I say?

I crossed my fingers behind my back.

What are you gonna do about it?

Jesus, every time I come back here,
There is less of you in there.

You're bottling up all your
darkness, a-all the rage,

all the good stuff
that makes you who you are!

That son of a bitch...

he helped burn you.
He deserved to die!

Are you gonna tell me
different? Huh?

There it is.
There's the look.

They took your life away.

I know what you want to do.
Give yourself permission.

What makes you think
I won't start with you?

Because you're lost.

And because I am the way back.

And deep down...

You know that.

No kids. No families.

Done.

And I won't work with Brennen.

Brennen is a necessary evil.
For now, he's got the list.

For the moment.

He has it stashed in a safe
with a biometric lock.

Sam and Fi found it earlier today.

That is beautiful.
That is so beautiful.

That is beautiful. I knew
you were working an angle.

If we're gonna do this, I can't
have a noose around my neck.

The audio file Brennen has...

we need to get it
before we go after the list.

I love it.

I'll call him right now.

There they are!

A good general knows

his army is only as effective
as its weakest soldier.

And a great general has
no weak soldiers in his army.

To a beautiful partnership.
Where's Machado?

Did he put up much of a fight?
Is he still usable?

You know, kid, I been thinking
a lot about what you said.

But I got a much easier way
to do it.

Larry, what the hell are you doing?

Yes, Larry. What
the hell are you doing?

You know,

the interesting thing
about a biometric lock?

- Son of a bitch!
- Larry!

That the owner can still open it
even after he's dead.

Larry, don't.

Stay back, Michael!

You told me everything
I wanted to hear,

which makes me think
I can't trust you, not yet.

You don't know where the list is.

That is true.
But the kid does.

He found out earlier today.

You know what your problem is,
Brennen?

Other than this knife

in your chest?

Is you are so busy thinking
10 moves ahead,

you don't see the movements
right in front of you.

I knew that Michael would take
care of all the hard stuff

and leave me to focus

on the fun stuff.

You didn't beat me, Michael.

No.

I did.

Sorry, kid.
I revised your plan.

Larry, hat the hell are you doing?

Now there's nothing stopping
Vaughn from coming after me.

I was counting on that.

You're locked in now.
You need me to survive.

You're gonna have some awfully
big predators stalking you,

but you'll be fine
if you stick with me.

Hey, it's time
for the little baby bird

to come back to the nest...

Only this time,

he's flying solo.

Call your friends.
Right now.

Sam and Fi...

they're going away.

Or...

Sam and Fi...

Are going... Away.

Michael, where are you?
What happened?

Larry and I are going
into business together.

So he'll help us with Brennen?

No.
That's irrelevant now.

I need you, Sam, and Jesse

to take my mom and get out of town.

Take everything you need
for a long trip.

- Michael, tel...
- Call you in a few weeks, honey.

Now you, me...

and big mouth's body here...

we're gonna go for a little ride.

{\pub4}"Honey." Sam, he called me "honey."

- Son of a bitch.
- Why?{\* What does that mean?}

"Honey" is a distress signal
we used to use in Belfast.

When I asked about Brennen, he said it
was irrelevant. I think Brennen's dead.

{\*Which means }Vaughn's gonna be booking
a flight down to Miami

pretty soon to put bullets
in all of us.

Michael said to get out of town
and take what we need.

{\*Well, }That's just got to be
Larry trying to get Mike alone.

Or it's Mike telling us
to get the list.

Maybe, but we can't be sure
that's what he means.

{\*Well, }A hunch is as good
as we're gonna get.

Come on, kid, it's the natural
evolution of your plan.

You said yourself you didn't
want to work with Brennen.

This wasn't what I meant, Larry.

{\*Well, }Look at the bright side.
Now it's just you and me.

Actually, it's just you and me

and Vaughn,
and a hundred of his closest friends.

Once we get the list,
we can just start tearing away

at the foundation of Vaughn's empire
brick by brick...

Until there's no one left to send.

Okay?

{\*You know, }It's a shame
we got to lug this guy around,

when all we need is his hand.

Geez, I would kill for a bone saw.

That son of a bitch.

Put it in a cinder-block wall.

Every second counts.

Safe technology
has been revolutionized

in the past 30 years.

New metal alloys are stronger
and more resistant than ever

to drills, saws,
and even explosive compounds.

Walls, on the other hand,

haven't really changed much
since the middle ages.

So if you can't get
into a safe fast enough,

you can always pull it out of the wall
and take it with you.

Home sweet home.

Let's go find something
to put our host in.

Just stop moping, kid, will you?
What's done is done.

Once you get your head
wrapped around all this,

I know you... you're gonna love it.

You ready?

Time for Brennen's swan song.

What the hell happened in here?

Where is the safe?

What did you do?

Where is the damn safe?

Larry, calm down.
I don't know.

I've been with you this whole time.{\*, remember?}

You stop being cute
and you tell me now!

You got something on your...

I mean, it's... now it's...

You... you got something there.

Who is this?

Hello, Larry.

It's your favorite wet rag,
Sam Axe, calling.

Sam. Sam.
Is this you, too?

It is.

Now put me on speakerphone, jerk.

I'm sorry. I don't take orders
from pathetic, old...

The next one makes you dead...
And me smile.

And I want to smile, Larry.

I really, really want to smile.

Okay, so, re's what's gonna happen.

Mike's gonna walk
out of that room right now,

and you're gonna sit there like a good
little boy and wait for the cops.

Otherwise you're gonna join
Brennen in the afterlife.

Believe that, Larry.

I wish I could say
it's been fun, Larry.

No. You move,
I shoot you right in the head.

Come on, Larry. You and I both know
you're not gonna shoot me.

Try me.
You won't reach the door.

Yes, I will. I'm gonna walk
right out that door.

I'll do it.
And you know why?

I can't stand watching you...

Waste who you are...

What you have inside...

What we could have been!

You're not gonna do it, Larry.

Because if you shoot me, Sam
will kill you where you stand.

And while I'd give my life
for something I believe in,

there's not a thing in this
world that you'd die for.

And you want to know
the difference between you and me?

I really do know you.

You only think you know me.

Michael!

{\pub5}{\*You think }We'll ever see this place again?

I don't know.

Once we have the list from Brennen's
safe, we'll turn it over to the government.

They'll have to help us with Vaughn.

And what happens after that?

One thing at a time{\*, Fi.}

Everything okay, Fi?

We used to talk about
where we were going,

what we wanted our lives to be.

And now the only time
we talk about our future

is when someone's coming to end it.

- We're almost there.
- You said that 10 minutes ago.

Doing any better?

Not really, no.

Marv and I were pretty close,
you know?

Just can't shake the feeling that I made
a mistake not calling his family.

Well.

You can let yourself off
the hook, 'cause...

I did it for you.

What are you talking about?

I got Marv's number off your phone,
and I called his house.

His daughter, Emily, picked up.

I couldn't say much,

but I told her that her dad
had died a hero.

Wow. Maddy, I...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

But I didn't do it for you.

If I've learned anything
from watching you and my son,

it's if one little lie helps
a family sleep easy at night,

then, well, I say
that's not such a bad thing.

Right?

We're in.

All that work
for one little thumb drive.

Try to hold onto it this time.

We got four hours
until Vaughn gets that tape.

I wonder how he'll take it when he hears
you running down everything you know

about him and his underlings
to a Federal Agent.

His organization has never faced
this kind of exposure before.

I imagine he'll marshal all of
his forces and send them this way.

So, the gates of hell will open...

The apocalypse will be upon us...

And everyone we know and love
will be in danger of becoming very dead.

So what else is new?

Everybody should try
to get some sleep.

Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.