Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 4, Episode 18 - Last Stand - 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...

We found a replacement.
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)}GUY WHO BURNED MICHAEL

That thumb drive has the name
of all the people that burn you, Mike.

It's the key to take them down.

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.



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

If, Vaughn ever gets a listen

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

Well, you and you.

Anything stopping it, me.

We found out where Brennen
is keeping that list.

Son of a bitch.

What a hell are you doing?

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

All that work
for one little thumb drive.

Vaughn organization has never faced
this kind of exposure before.

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

Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

In any desperate situation,

the temptation is always
to act immediately.

It's understandable but unwise.

No matter how bad things are,
the first step is always the same...

assess the threat

and figure out how bad
things really are.

It's bad, Mike.
It's real bad.

How bad, exactly?

Turns out that any time I called
one of your known associates,

whether it was Barry
or your ma's home phone

or even the Carlito,

there was a major response
at FBI H.Q.

I don't know what Vaughn is telling
these guys,

but there's no question about it.

He is pulling out all the stops.

Let me get this straight.

The people that had you burned
have the FBI in their pocket?

More like they've got someone
in the FBI.

Someone placed high enough
that they can loose the dogs

when they want to.

And, boy, they have loosed the dogs.

So, what, we're supposed
to just sit on the list

- while they hunt us down?
- No.

We keep it safe until we can get
to someone{\* in the government} with some serious clout.

Someone who can play this card.

{\*Well, last time I checked, }We don't have many friends
in the government.

{\*Well, then }We need to make one.

Or die trying.

Well, as appealing as that sounds...

I think I got an idea.

You're serious?

Maddy, do I look like I'm joking?

You stash me
in some godforsaken motel,

and now you're asking me
to strong-arm

that jerk on the House
Intelligence committee again?

It's the only way{\*, Mad}.
The guy is powerful,

and we got enough dirt on him,
he's got to listen to us.

Oh, and he's gonna help you?

And that would be... Why, exactly?

This could make him the most
powerful man in American Intelligence.

A guy like Cowley
won't pass this up.

And, you know, you helped me
get to this guy before,

so, same thing, different day.

It amazes me the things that
become normal to you people.

I'll take that as a yes.
All right, look.

I checked into his schedule...

Tomorrow's gonna be and you
put me in a non-smoking room!

I should take this.

That's against the law.

Yeah.

Michael.
Your old pal Vaughn here.

It's been a while.

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

Been out of touch.

Been keeping a low profile.

But I think it's time
we should meet.

Great. Let me know the next time
you're in Miami. We'll grab a mojito.

Well, there's no time
like the present.

I'm in town right now.

Today's bad for me.

Errands.

So that's why you're routing your phone
through three different numbers.

Well, you can't be too careful.

You know what?
I'm tired of this coy crap.

What's that supposed to mean?

I gave you a chance
to be my friend...

Time after time,
but that's over now, Westen.

Now you're gonna see what it's like
having me for an enemy.

And so are your friends.

And so is your family.

Burn Notice 4x18 Last Stand Original
Air Date on December 16, 2010

{\pub}Not all hiding places
are created equal.

Generally speaking,

a good hiding place is hard to find

but easy to access.

On rare occasions,
for the most sensitive material,

you have to go a step further
and find a hiding place

even you can't get to.

Are we sure we want to
compromise a nuclear facility?

'Cause I got to say, it,
you know, kind of feels wrong.

If the only copy of the list
is in there,

Vaughn could extract
the location from one of us

and still not be able to get to it.

And by "extract,"

I assume you mean torture,
interrogate, and execute?

Those trucks are carrying

decommissioned radioactive equipment,
depleted uranium rounds,

nuclear-sub parts...
that kind of thing.

We get this onto one of those,
and it's locked up tight.

And how do we do that?

If the access road
is closed for repairs,

the trucks will have to stop
long enough for us to get close.

Okay. So we just got to arrange
for a little road damage.

You read my mind.
I'll get my C4.

Well, there's our buddy Cowley.

"Fighting for us."

That smug son of a bitch
never fought for anything

in his life except his own career.

Well, true enough,
but that's kind of the point.

We need a guy like that
to run with this little scandal.

Can we just do this?

Since I don't have a change
of clothes handy,

I think you got the best bet
of getting inside.

I'm sure you could pass
as the bartender, maybe a towel boy.

Just get him outside
someplace private.

I'm thinking you can talk
your way through the kitchen.

I think I can handle this, Sam.

You think you can get yourself
on the docks out back?

{\*Yeah, }I think I can handle that.

Good.

Young lady,
I think we have a problem.

Excuse me?

My husband and I
have been very generous

with Congressman Cowley.

A hell of a lot more generous
than our table in Siberia would suggest.

I am so sorry.
I'm sure it's a mix-up.

What is your table number?
If you have your invitation...

I didn't bring it
because I assumed I'd be on your list!

I'm sure you are, but if you have
your invitation, I can...

Let me see.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Congressman Bill Cowley.

Forget it.
It's already started.

- We'll talk about this later.
- Thank you so much.

You know,
looking out over this crowd,

I'm reminded of my first campaign.

We've come a long way since then.

And I've been proud and honored

to be able to represent you
in our nation's capital.

Road hazards are a key tool
in the spy trade.

Whether you're slowing traffic
for surveillance,

routing cars to set up a tail,

or putting yourself in place
for an ambush,

it all starts with a busted road.

That's the last of my C4
and blasting caps.

For a quick and dirty road hazard

that doesn't take too long
to set up, a water line is best.

Water can shut down a road
without raising eyebrows.

It's just a matter of getting
a charge in the right place

to bust the pipe underground.

Michael, say this works.

We hide the list,
we get to Cowley...

What, then, with us?

With you and me

and Jesse and Sam and your mother?

I don't know what you mean
by "what then?"

I want to know what it is
we're fighting for here.

Was it worth getting everyone
marked for death?

If you're asking me if I think
this is important, yes, I do.

I never wanted Vaughn...

None of us wanted any of this, Michael.
That's not the point.

I want to know what this means
in the end.

Who wins?

'Cause honestly, I feel,
however this turns out, I lose.

Maybe this isn't your fight, Fi.

Just because it's my path
doesn't mean it's yours.

- Maybe you're right.
- Bad news!

- They are here. We gotta go.
- What's wrong?

Vaughn's men are here. I just saw them
talking to the guards at the gate.

- Well, how did they know...
- I don't know.

They probably had cops watching
the traffic cams or something.

Doesn't matter.
We got to roll.

What is Michael doing back there?

Blocking bullets, it looks like.
Those guys are pretty strapped, Fi.

Skill will only take you
so far in a car chase.

The bottom line is physics.

Machine versus machine.

If yours comes up short
in that equation,

it's just a matter of time
before it's over.

Fi, pull up alongside me!

What do you have planned here?

I still got that
explosive charge you made.

I'm gonna see if I can get us
some breathing room.

- Climb into the back.
- What?

Do it!

If you can't outrun your pursuers,
you have a choice to make.

You have to decide
if your vehicle is more useful

as transportation or as a roadblock.

- Did we lose 'em?
- Yeah. I think.

No.

Let's go!

I just need a second here.

Oh, God, Jesse!
Your leg!

Whether it's the Trojan War,
the Battle of Thermopylae,

or the Last Stand at the Alamo,

many of the famous battles
in history

were sieges in which small forces

took on much larger armies.

Jesse, Fi...

- What are you carrying?
- {\*Just }The 9 millimeter.

The rest is in the motel.

Yeah, I got a 9 mil, too.
Spare clip, that's it.

Unfortunately,
sieges don't make good stories

because the smaller force won.

They make the history books
because the little guys fought well...

Before they died.

{\pub}You hit anything?

They're spreading out
around the hotel behind cover.

I'm just keeping them
from rushing in.

Yeah, well,
in other late-breaking news,

Jesse here needs a hospital.

Yeah, sorry, man.
Turns out I'm allergic to rebar.

They're jamming signals.
Damn, that was fast.

We need to patch him up
and get deeper into the hotel.

They're not gonna stay
out there forever.

In here.

Keep pressure on it.
We'll be right back.

Not my fight?

{\*Well, I guess }It's everyone's fight now.

I never wanted this, Fi.

Jesse's leg is broken,
and he's bleeding.

It's dumb luck his
femoral artery wasn't severed.

And we're surrounded.

You know, this may be your war, Michael,
but we're all caught in the crossfire.

Save it!

You can apologize if we live.

Combat medicine is not necessarily
about long-term healing.

Civilian doctors try
to immobilize injured limbs

to make sure they knit properly.

Field medics often have
to do the opposite

and make broken limbs
as usable as possible.

Walking on a broken, bloody leg
isn't good for you,

but it's better
than taking a bullet.

{\*Let's go.}We got to move.

You got a hell of
a bedside manner, Dr. Westen.

What's up with this place?
Who builds half a hotel?

Someone who was in mid-renovation
when their bank went under.

I wish they would have ran
out of money a little later.

Could go for {\*a couple of }bottles of minibar rum and
some air-conditioning right about now.

We got bigger problems than that.

Look who's here.

What now?

They're setting up
for the long haul.

With us cut off, their best move
is to be patient.

And our best move?

We need to get to the emergency
weather equipment on the roof.

They can jam the phones,

but if they jam the
Emergency Broadcast System...

They'll have every cop
in Miami here... nice.

Oh, look.

Vaughn's minion
just handed him a Sat phone.

Bay Point Hotel.
How may I direct your call?

Funny. Should have met me when I asked{\*, Michael}.
It would have been a lot easier.

Sorry to inconvenience you.

Yeah, well, don't worry about me.

Worry about your girlfriend. Worry about
that man that's bleeding to death inside.

And worry about your family.

What do you want?

You know what I want.

Word is you have a thumb drive with
information that does not belong to you.

You mean the list of the I. D. s
of you and your associates?

I got it right here. If you want it,
you have to come in and get it.

So you're gonna play it like that?

Fine.

See you soon.

- You're inviting him in?
- He was coming in anyway.

You and Jesse need to keep his men
back until I can get to the roof.

I think we can whip something up.

How are you doing?

Won't be running a marathon
anytime soon,

but... I'll manage.

We need catering supplies.

The fuel cans they use
for hot plates

and the little propane tanks
they use for the omelette stations.

Okay.

We're fighting them off
with breakfast equipment.

It's the most important meal
of the day.

Well, what's this?

Jackpot.

All right, that's the last of them.

Secure it real tight.

There.

What's going on with you and Mike?

I just noticed you guys were...

You know what? Forget it. It's none
of my business. I shouldn't have asked.

It's fine.

I used to think that all this
spy business of Michael's...

the burn notice, all of it,

was just something
that he needed to get past

that he'd be done with it, and
he could move on with his life.

And what about now?

Well, now I'm beginning to realize
that maybe it is his life.

You know, what you...
what you and Mike have is special.

There's no question.

But I don't think
you get involved with someone

like Michael Westen,

hoping he's gonna buy a house
on the lake, settle down.

They're downstairs.

Visitors will be here soon.

Thank you.

Your support makes it all possible.

Excuse me, Congressman?

Could I talk to you a moment?

Excuse me.

Then you remember me.

Well, it's good
to see you again, too!

I thought we agreed,
after our last encounter,

I would never see you
and your friends again.

Well, I guess you thought wrong.

We need to talk to you outside,

like now?

Now? I'm in the middle of an event.

Well, there's a much more
important event than this.

That's why we're here.

Yeah.

{\*Well, }The last time I listened to you, I nearly
got killed by a Russian wetwork team.

And you came out of it
looking like a hero.

I'm sorry, didn't you win
your last election with 70% of the vote?

76%.

Well, there you go.

I guess that means we're really
good people to talk to, then.

After you.

Eventually,
the information spies obtain

usually ends up in the hands
of a politician.

The relationship between spies
and politicians is never easy,

but they need each other.

By themselves,
secrets are just words.

Covert intelligence is only as powerful
as the person who uses it.

A covert network operating
within the government.

You're serious?

You're gonna put on your tin-foil hat
and tell me about the aliens now?

Look, I wish I was crazy, Congressman,
but this is the real deal.

We've seen it up close and personal.

A lot closer than I'd like,
believe me.

This list you claim to have...

it's got the names of the people
in this network?

Anybody can put names on a list.

Do you remember the business
with John Barrett?

- The shootout in the middle of Miami?
- What about it?

Do you know why he was in Miami{\*, Congressman}?

'Cause he sure as hell
wasn't here on vacation.

That's been investigated. I was on
the congressional committee.

{\*Okay, good. }Then you know some of the facts
that weren't in the papers,

like{\* the fact that} Barrett's body was found
about a mile from the others,

the fact that he was carrying a silver
briefcase that just disappeared.

Where'd you hear about that?

I didn't hear about it.
I was there. I saw it.

And you know what was
in that briefcase, sir?

The list.

Interested now?

- They're coming this way. You ready?
- I can't wait.

Different explosives
have different properties.

Some release their energy
in the blast,

while others create more heat
and flame than force.

Bottom line? You won't destroy a lot
with propane and canned fuel,

but you can put on a very big show.

Now.

Blast in the hallway.

We're dealing with it.
Maintain position. Over

Copy that.

Maintaining position.

Drop your weapon.

Vest on the ground now.

Zip tie your hands.

Zip ties...

I don't have any.

Plan "B," then.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Okay.

Good boy.

That's an ex-special forces
sniper out there.

Good luck making it back
to the door.

It's over, man.

Just stand down.

I got a better idea.

How much do you weigh...
About 200?

205?

To rappel down a building,

you need something
to slow your descent.

Usually that's an anchor point,

but a counterweight
is equally effective.

Although it's not much fun

for whomever gets to be
the counterweight.

{\pub}You think this little emergency
call is gonna work?

As sure as I can be.

I sent out a major distress signal
with the equipment on the roof.

As far as the emergency
broadcast system is concerned,

this hotel is getting hit

by a hurricane, fire,
and nuclear attack all at once.

About half a dozen cop cars...
should make for a fair fight, anyway.

We should get someplace visible.

We don't want to get killed by some
convenient accident when they get here.

Well, there's a balcony here.

Clear view of the road, good cover.

Good. We can stay there.

Wait, hold the phone.
Guys, check it out.

What's happening?
What are they doing?

I don't know.

Nice try, Westen.

Problem is, one of the guys
on that list you found...

Is with Homeland Security.

He told his boys we were doing
a training exercise.

Well, you tell him thanks from me.
Way to secure the homeland.

They're not coming back.

Now, you want Jesse
to bleed out in there?

You want to end this now?
Bring me the list.

I don't know what he's talking
about. I've never been better.

He says he feels fine.
It's just a scratch.

Yeah, well, we'll just
have to see, won't we?

It'll be dark soon.

Nobody's gonna come
to your rescue, Michael.

We got all the time in the world.

We need a new plan.

A new plan sounds good
right about now.

I passed a groundskeeping room
on the way to the roof.

They got to have fertilizer
and fuel.

What are you thinking,
like an anfo bomb?

We lure them to the top floors,
we blow the stairwell,

we go down the elevator shaft,
we get out of here.

Then what?

We hope Sam did his job.

I'm done explaining, Congressman.

I can talk all day long about this,
but it's not gonna change a thing.

We need a leap of faith here.

I didn't get where I am now
with leaps of faith.

Okay, how about
"enlightened self-interest"?

You move now, it's the kind of stuff
that'll get into history books.

If not, history passes you by.

I'm not making a move without
checking this out with someone.

That's fine, but it's got to go
to the top, and the top only.

The guys we're up against
are well-connected.

They're gonna find out if you start
involving the chain of command.

I know what I'm doing.

Well, what do you think?

Well, I think he's gonna cover
his butt a little, but he's in.

The guy can smell an opportunity.

Okay, look, Maddy,

you've gone way above and beyond
the call here,

but it's time for you
to get someplace safe.

There's nothing more to do here.

- Are you gonna be okay?
- I'm gonna be fine.

You get down to Homestead,

you use cash, you hide out,
and we'll call you when we can.

- Come on.
- Maddy...

You don't do this,
Mike's gonna kick my butt.

Stay away from bullets.

See ya, Sam.

You make your calls?
We good?

I made some calls.
And?

There's something to it,
I grant you.

It would answer a few outstanding
questions about that Barrett debacle.

Yeah. But...

I need to take my time.
Something like this, it's delicate.

You play it wrong,
it'll blow up in your face.

We don't have time for that{\*, Congressman}!
These people are dangerous!

Dangerous to you, maybe.

I'm not starting a major investigation
based on the paranoid fantasy

of a guy who dresses like
a cruise-ship bartender...

And doesn't know how to use a razor.

Yeah.

Meet me in front of the hotel
in five.

Wait. What?

What did he say?

No, I'm fine.
I'll call you back.

I said I'll call you back.

The police were talking
to my driver.

Apparently, they want to take me
into protective custody.

Said there's a threat against my life.
There's an APB out on me now.

The police?
Who did you call?

I called who I needed to.

FBI is running a background
check on you now.

The FBI. You got to be kidding me.
I told you not to do that!

Hey, back off!

You come in to my fundraiser
and dump this into my lap?

Okay, yeah. Fine.
Go into "protective custody."

Maybe they'll jerk you around
until we're all dead,

or maybe they'll kill you
because I told you their secrets.

So what do you think?
You feeling lucky?

You got a choice, Congressman.

You can go with me right now,
or you can go with the cops

and see how my paranoid fantasy
plays out.

Let's go.

A typical explosive device

is a combination of a high explosive
and a low explosive.

One starts the reaction

while the other supplies
the force of the blast.

Improvising a low explosive
is basic chemistry.

Improvising a high-explosive
blasting cap is high art.

- We good?
- Good enough.

It'll have to be hard-wired...

Since all the phone signals
are blocked.

I guess it's the old-fashioned way.

We'll only get one shot at this,
so let's make it count.

You never really talked to Jesse

after... everything.

He wasn't that eager to chat.

Well, you know,
he's not doing too well,

so if you're gonna talk,
now would be the time.

Let's focus on saving his life.

I'll worry about last words
if it comes to that.

There you are.

Going down?

How's it look down there?

Dark and greasy{\*, but it'll do}. If you can get
Vaughn's men trapped in the stairwell,

we can go down the shaft.
There's an access ladder{\* right there}.

Time to get Vaughn
to bring the party to us.

This is Fiona Glenanne.

I need to speak to Vaughn.

Fiona, great to hear your voice.
What can I do for you?

You can get us out of here.
I'm sick of hiding.

Talked to Michael.
Didn't seem to feel the same.

Well, you were right, okay?

Jesse's in bad shape.

I need to make a deal.

I'm listening.
What are your terms?

You walk away with the list.
We walk away with our lives.

Fair enough.
Go on.

Come in with your team.

We're on the top floor, east side.

I'll handle Michael.
I don't want him hurt.

Yeah, I can do that.
You know...

I gave you a way out a long time ago{\*, Fiona}.
You should have taken that deal.

Yeah, well,
if I had to do it all over,

Michael and I would be sipping champagne
on the Place des Vosges in Paris{\* right now}.

But here we are.

Here we are, indeed.

All right,
I'll get the team together.

Let's get ready.

Whether we make it out of this or not,
I want to blast that smug {\*son of a bitch }to hell.

So this is your plan?
To ran away along the seawall?

No, Congressman.

Since you're the one who tipped off
the bad guys, I'd say this is your plan.

Yeah. Mike.

Listen, I called you three times.

We got a deal, but I need to hear
from you now. Call me.

Damn it.
The cops are everywhere.

Look, we got to get around
this local law enforcement.

You said you talked to your
intelligence buddies, right?

That's right.

Well, call them again.
We need some help here.

This is not a staring contest.

- They're on the ground floor.
- Not yet.

We need as many of them in the stairwell
as possible before we blow it.

- That's a lot of bodies.
- Fi, if there was any other way.

Fiona?

Yes?

Yeah. I just want to let you know
we're coming up with my team.

I'm getting Michael in place.

You do that.

But before you go any further, I think
there's something you should know.

I remember how our last "deal" went.

So I brought along some insurance
just as a precaution

in case you had something planned.

What do you mean?

Brought along a friend. Police found her
on the road, headed south.

Say hi to mom.

Say something, mom.

Go to hell, you bastard!

{\pub}Michael, they've got your mother.

If we blow the stairwell,
she's dead.

Give me the radio.

Vaughn, let me talk to her.

Oh. So there he is.

Fiona said you weren't involved.

So I guess you had
something planned.

I'm glad I took precautions.

Let me talk to her now.

{\*Hey, }You watch your tone there{\*, Michael}.

If you're not careful,
she can get hurt.

Vaughn!

Calm down, Michael.
That was just a love tap.

Talk to him.

Talk to him!

Michael, are you there?

Yeah, mom, I'm here.
You okay?

No, I'm not okay.

They shot me.

It doesn't matter
what you do, Michael.

Run, Michael!

- Shut up!
- Run, Michael!

She's fine, Michael.
She's lying.

But I'd be more than happy

to shoot her if it comes to that.

Leave her alone, Vaughn.

I'm coming down.

Oh, yeah.

I'll believe that when I see it.

So, now...

Does being too clever for your
own good run in your family?

Could be.

Does being a sadistic bastard
run in yours?

Hang on to her.

She could still be useful.

I can't see anything.

They must still be inside.

Do you think{\* he did it? You think} he shot her?

It doesn't matter. Obviously she knows
no one's walking away from this.

Vaughn's not gonna honor
any deal we make.

Are you sure about that?

I mean, what if we. I don't know.
What if we traded...

traded what...
the list, ourselves?

Once we've made the trade,
we have no leverage.

Vaughn can't afford to have us
walking around...

no matter what.

Now, the only hope we have
to save her and ourselves

is to put this list in the
right hands as soon as we can.

All right, well, that sounds great.
How{\* the hell} do we do that?

If I can get to that building...

I'll draw their fire.

I can bring along
an explosive charge to use.

Once they get close...

That should give you a window
to get out with the list.

That's a suicide mission for you.

Staying here is suicide
for all of us.

But if you can get out of here,
Fi, with this list, you can save my mom.

I'll do it.

I can get out there.
I can draw their fire.

Look...

I'm injured anyway.

No. We need Vaughn to focus
all his forces.

He's after me, not you.

He thinks I would never let this go.

That's why you need to take it.

Keep it safe.

And for what it's worth, Agent Porter,
I am sorry for what I did to you.

I never said it,
but I am truly sorry.

Come on, man, just...

I signed up
to fight the bad guys, right?

That's all you were
ever doing, so...

We're in this together.

Are you good with that?

Yeah.
I'm good with that.

Michael.

You said it yourself, Fiona.

Maybe it's time
you went your own way.

Looks like he's in.
Come on, let's go.

Put her in the car.

Get her in the damn car!

And grab a window seat, mom...
So you can watch me kill your boy.

No!

Fi, come on!
We got to go!

No.
You take the list.

You're the one who knows
what to do with it.

- I'm going back out there with...
- No, Fiona!

Listen to me.

If you go back out there,
you know what's gonna happen.

Yeah. I'm going.

What happened to all that wisdom about
you and Mike having different priorities?

Well, screw wisdom!

I belong out there with him...

For better or worse.

It's probably gonna be for worse.

Well, I knew that
the moment I met him.

Goodbye, Jesse!

What the hell are you doing here?!

What does it look like?

You know, I'm tired of you making
all the decisions in this relationship.

What do you got?

Half a clip.

Quarter clip.

Out.

Get the rest of the team.
We're going in.

Is this thing ready to go?

Fi...

You don't have to be here.

- You know, you...
- What, run?

Come on, Michael.

You saw the pattern
of fire out there.

I wouldn't make it 10 feet.

There.

When it's time...

We'll do this together.

I was always so much better
with explosives than you.

Everybody down!

Get that gun off my face!

You have no authority here!

Say another word.
I dare you.

Mike!

You in there?

It's too bad, really, Westen.
We could have been a good team.

I already have a team.

It's not as bad as it looks.

Thank you.

For what, getting knocked
in the head?

I'm fine, Michael.
I promise.

Go see your friends.

So, anyway, I was checking to see

if there was any kind of unusual
emergency activity in the area.

Heard about a little training exercise,
and I figured you guys would be here.

What about the troops?

You can thank
Congressman Cowley for that.

Hold up on that,{\* man.} I got to be conscious
for this. I got to tell you something.

- What is it?
- Your girlfriend...

Is crazy about you.

You take care of her.
All right?

Mr. Westen?

We need you to come with us.

Am I under arrest?

We're not with the police.

The car's waiting.

- What's this about?
- Just want to ask you some questions.

Let's go.

{\pub}As a spy, you are trained
to deal with interrogation.

You have to learn to let
the disorientation,

the sleep deprivation,
and the brutal isolation

just wash over you
and try not to go insane.

In the end, though,
it's not so much the questioning

as the uncertainty
that gets to you...

not knowing what the future holds
or if you have a future at all.

Where are we going?

We're not authorized
to answer questions.

Give me a hint.
Prison? Execution?

Warmer? Colder?

You had me in a box answering
your questions for a week,

and you can't answer one of mine?

Sorry.

How about this?

Can I have some water?

No.

"No."

You.

Michael.

Welcome back.

{\*FIN}