Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 17 - Acceptable Loss - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend
who used to inform on you
to the F.B.I.--



You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

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

Six years ago,
your substitute therapist
was Anson Fullerton.

- Who the hell are you?
- The organization
that burned you--

I'm the last one of them.

[ Michael ]
Anson is the one
who killed Benny.

[ Gasps ]

You're not the only one
he got close to.

You know, Michael,
you shouldn't be so hard
on your old man.

He wasn't quite
the poisonous leech
you make him out to be.

What makes you
such an expert?

[ Anson ]
All those years, how many times
did you wish he were dead?



We did it for you.
You're welcome, Michael.

[ Squawking ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A spy's life rarely starts
with a happy childhood.

The fact is, the best
preparation for a career filled
with danger and paranoia...

is a home life filled
with danger and paranoia.

It makes for a complex
relationship with the past...

under the best of circumstances.

God. I haven't been here
since we buried him.

Your father would hate
this place.

Just see him
yelling at some gardener
about all the weeds.

I still can't believe
he died to protect you.

Mom, we heard that
from a murderer...

who framed Fiona
for a bombing.

I'm not sure we can take
Anson's word for it.

Maybe not.

But I remember
just before Frank died,
he was asking about you,

out of the blue.

I didn't have time
to find it odd.

[ Chuckles ]
In a week, I was trying
to figure out...

why he'd gotten drunk
and O.D.'d on heart pills.

I'm telling you, Michael,
it fits.

No, Ma. Listen.
This is just Anson trying
to get into my head.

No, you listen.

I'm not a spy,
but I'm not a total idiot.

They used Frank
to learn about you,

and when he caught on,
they killed him.

He was a bad man, Michael,
but even he had his moments.

Nate's rented a place
up in Daytona Beach for a week.

I'm gonna take off
and go up there--

take some time,
you know.

Try and get used to this.

How do you get used
to this?

You look at me.
You have a job to do.

Make sure Anson doesn't ruin
any more lives.

I'm just not--

I'm not sure
how to do that.

Figure it out, Michael.

You do whatever
you have to do.

How'd it go?

Well, I think I have just
the thing to make you smile.

We finally got something
on Anson I think we can use.

You know how
we thought his money
was completely untraceable?

Well, that spiky-haired
weasel Barry managed
to make himself useful.

I needed someone sneaky enough
to track the money...

without anyone knowing,
especially Anson.

He traced a few mil through half
a dozen shell corporations...

into a Chinese
brokerage account
and finally a D.C. law firm.

Fi--
Already packed.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Law firms are used to run
all sorts of shady businesses--

for good reason.

They're discrete, powerful
and protected.

Between the high security
and privacy rules,

getting intel from a law office
is more or less impossible,

unless you're willing
to break those rules.

[ Michael ]
Check out the lady
in the gray skirt suit.

You think you can match
that look by lunch?

You just worry about
getting that badge.

Excuse me.
Can you help me?
I am so lost.

I am looking
for the Smithsonian.
I'm a member.

Okay.
First time in D.C.

I'm very excited,
so I got a little lost.
Uh-huh.

I was on New York.
I made a right on Pennsylvania
and a left on Virginia...

and somehow I got off
Constitution.

Oh, there it is--
Smithsonian.
Thank you so much.

- Can't believe
it was right there.
- Yeah, no problem.

If you can find someone who fits
your general description...

and borrow
their identification,

the perfect wig and a new pair
of glasses can get you
a free ticket to look around--

at least until the firm's
lawyers get back from lunch.

He's with me.

There's no Anson
or Fullerton
in the client files.

You see anything?
Nothing useful.

Just indecipherable
financial documents
and property deeds.

Keep looking.
Might be under
a different name.

Well, I hardly see any
names at all, just references
to other file numbers.

[ Michael ]
Keeping names off documents
is a good idea...

when your clients
are running black ops
and killing people.

What do you got?
Find something on Anson?

Not Anson.
Recognize him?

[ Michael ]
What--

It's been a while.
Michael Westen, you made
a big mistake crossing me.

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

Fi, this file was updated
two days ago.
It's active.

What does Anson want
with a man who's locked
in prison for life?

[ Michael ]
Find that out, and we're
one step ahead of Anson.

[ Sam ] Man, I thought I saw
the last of this guy
when we sent him to prison.

Do you really think
he's working with Anson?

Vaughn's locked in the darkest
hole the government has.

He's not talking to anyone.

Which means Anson's working on
his own, moving Vaughn's assets.

Yeah, but these
so-called assets...

look just like
more meaningless numbers.

I mean, there's no way to know
what Anson's up to.

Unless I talk to Vaughn.

Excuse me? You planning a trip
to Guantánamo?

No. Pearce can have the C.I.A.
bring Vaughn here for a chat.

I need to call
Jesse,

see if his firm can
turn these numbers
into names.

I don't want to talk to Vaughn
without doing my homework.

Amen to that, brother.

No, it's no problem, Mike.
Just send me the documents.

I'll put the research
department on it.

And this needs to stay quiet.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.

What doesn't with you, man?
Please.

Look, I got my friend's
retirement...

party right now.

I'll check in later.

Yeah.
[ Phone Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Ian.

I thought you said this
was a party, man.
Where's everybody at?

Invitation said
a gathering, not a party.

You're the only one
that got it, Porter.
Have a seat.

So I take it there's no cake.

What are you drinking?

Just whatever he's having.
You got it.

What's up?

Question.
Here you go.

I've heard the stories
about what you've been up to
since you left CIFA--

you and that guy Westen
kicking ass.

Those stories true?

Um, yeah. Yeah. Mostly.

Good.

I'm leaving
government work too,

and I know somebody
that needs an ass-kicking.

That's Yash Ahluwalia,

diplomat with
the Indian consulate.

State Department assigned me
to him in 2002.

Said they needed their best
working with him.

Spend most of my time
sorting out
his parking tickets...

and keeping him
out of jail when he
roughs up a call girl.

Covering for diplomats
is kind of part of your gig.

You may not like it,
but it is what it is.

One more thing.

I'm helping him
smuggle diamonds.

Okay.

Okay.

If you're doing something
illegal, I can't help you.

That's just it.
Under the Vienna Convention,
it's legal.

He does it all
under diplomatic cover.
Cops can't touch him.

And guess
who authorizes it all.

What about your boss?
Why can't you just
talk to him about it?

I already tried that.

Station chief said to
hold my nose and do my job.

And I did.

[ Sighs ]

Until I got tired
of waking up...

and seeing crap like this.

He's not just smuggling.
He's getting away with murder.

Listen, Jesse,
I've seen all the proof.

Every time he does a deal,
he takes me and the buyer
into a secure room.

While I'm filling out
documents,

I'm sitting right next
to all the evidence--

falsified certificates,
diplomatic pouches full
of raw diamonds-- all of it.

He's got a sale
coming up this week.

If I can get that evidence,
I can take him down.

Ian, do you know
what you're getting into?
You're gonna lose your job.

You're gonna lose your pension.
You could end up
in jail yourself.

This is--
I don't care!
People are dying.

I don't want to retire
knowing that
my life's work...

was helping
this son of a bitch.

Please. Jesse.

[ Exhales ]

Look, I'm not making
any promises, man.

I'll check it out.

Where can I find this guy?

He's having dinner with a buyer
on Ocean Drive-- in an hour.

In an hour?
Mm-hmm.

Guess I got to make
some phone calls.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Audio surveillance is
more difficult than it sounds.

Taking coherent notes
on a half-heard conversation
is a challenge.

And aiming a directional mike
at a target without
being too obvious...

takes the skills
of a marksman.

Okay.
How are we doing here?
[ Static ]

- You got the sound up?
- Yeah, it's up right here.

You're lucky you're a friend
of Jesse's, 'cause I'm getting
a serious crick in my neck here.

[ Jesse ] Shush.
Is it worth it?
Is he saying anything good?

Shut up!
Your dirty diplomat's
finishing his business.

You know, I like the deal.

The price is a little high,
but for what you're bringing me,
I don't mind spending it.

I just want to know
that you can deliver.

I don't want police
or Customs.

You know who protects
my shipments?
The police.

And the U.S. Customs
that you're so worried about.

Diplomatic pouches
are untouchable.

Your concern
is getting my money.

I'll have it
tomorrow morning,
9:00.

Soon as the bank opens.

I'll be ready for your call.

[ Ian ]
What?
Okeydokey.

What did he say?
What-- What's going on?
What did he say?

Bad news.
The deal's not next week.
It's tomorrow.

So, we have to go in
tonight?

Is this guy serious?

[ Jesse ]
That's not
how field ops work, Ian.

We got to scout.
We got to make a plan. It's
gonna take a few days at least.

We got to buy ourselves
some time.

Okay, how about this?

Take out the sleazebag
in the silk shirt,

and while Yash is scrambling to
put together another deal, we
figure out how to take him out.

I like it.
Wait, we can't.

Yash will get suspicious
if the buyer just disappears.

No, the buyer's
not gonna disappear.
The money is.

Fortunately, he just told us
when he's gonna move it.

Okay, but Mike dealing
with this Vaughn business,
all we got team-wise is Fi.

That's perfect.

Robbing a guy
in broad daylight--
that's a Fi kind of job.

Michael, do we have
an appointment?

Friends don't need appointments.
This will be quick.
I'm just following up.

I made a request--
You sure did.

You want me to haul
Vaughn Anderson out of
his cage for a chat.

Just trying to clear up some
loose ends on my burn notice
investigation.

That's interesting.
Hard to believe
a report this thick...

doesn't tell
the whole story.

I wish it did.

I noticed the clearance level
on this meeting you want
is special access.

So I'm supposed
to put you in a room
with Vaughn,

but I can't be part
of the conversation?

Well, you can make a request.

No, no.
Don't patronize me.

That would take months,
and you know it.

What I want
is a guarantee...

that this request
isn't going to blow up
in my face.

It's just routine.
There's nothing
routine...

about getting
a prisoner transferred
from Guantánamo.

Pearce, we're on
the same side here.

I promise.

I'm gonna hold you
to that promise.

I'll fly Vaughn
to our detention facility
in Tampa tomorrow.

Thank you.

Uh, where do you think
you're going?

See this mountain
of paperwork?

All of that
is for your request.

You're gonna
share my pain.
[ Stammers ]

You get your own pen.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Most people assume that
the best time to rob someone...

is on a dark street
at night.

But the fact is, a daytime
heist has its advantages.

Bystanders are more focused
on their own business...

than what's going on
around them.

And, most importantly,
the target is less likely
to have his guard up.

There's our boy,
and his bag looks
about $500,000 heavier.

Okay, Fi, just make sure
the passenger door is
unlocked this time, please.

You never could take
a joke, could you, Sam?

Daytime robberies do have
one major drawback, however.

If a cop shows up at the wrong
time, it's a lot harder to hide.
[ Arguing ]

Oh, great. The cops.
I'm standing right here.

Right here in front of you.
You don't have to keep
writing the ticket. Stop.

The moron parked
in a red zone, Fi.

No go. No go.

All right. I got to call Jesse,
tell him we hit a snag.

Save the call, Sam.
I have an idea.

Why do I always feel
those are the last words
I'm ever gonna hear?

Don't worry.
I'll do the hard part.

Meet me at the parking lot
behind the McCarthy Building.

Be ready to drive a stick.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
The key to manipulating
another driver...

- is to make them reactive.
- [ Horn Honking ]

If you want them to speed up,
ride their bumper.

If you want them
to slow down, box them in.

What's your problem, bitch?

And when you need them
to make a turn,

steer them towards
an obstacle.

It's a lot like dancing...

at 60 miles an hour
into oncoming traffic.

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Tires Screech ]
[ Horn Honks ]

[ Fiona ] I hope you're
in place, Sam, because
we're coming your way now.

What the hell are you doing?
Are you insane?

[ Shotgun Cocks ]
Oh, brother.

You have no idea.

Hey, sweet ride you got there.
Mind if I take it for a spin?

Wait.
Just let me get my bag.

Oh, sorry.
Finders keepers.

There's no way.

I thought if we took out
Yash's buyer,

we'd have time to come up
with a plan that worked.

Come on, Mike.
The guy's getting rich
off blood diamonds,

and he's killing people
in the process.

Breaking into a diplomatic
residence this well guarded--

even with weeks to plan,
it's iffy.

With a few days, impossible.

I thought impossible
was what you did.

He's-- He's heard a few
Michael Westen stories.

I'm sorry, but it's not
about expertise.

Even if you could sneak in,
the safe you described,

it would take hours
to break into--
hours you don't have.

Wait a minute.
What if we're already inside,

with the evidence,
and all we gotta do
is get out?

Come on.
Just humor me, Mike.
Come on.

Well, if getting out
was your only problem,

you'd have a chance--
actually, a good one.

The back wall of this room
is exposed and unguarded.

- It also has no door.
- With the right kind of blast,
you make your own door.

All right, that's it.

I mean, you gotta be there
with the buyers when
the deal goes down, right?

- Yeah.
- Okay. I'm Yash's new buyer.

We get in, we take care
of Yash, get the evidence
and we get out.

Yash would never do a deal with
some random guy off the street.

He wouldn't be off the street,
because you would be
introducing him, Ian.

Well, what do I say?
"Yash, meet my
diamond-dealing buddy"?

No, you tell him you're
done being a Boy Scout,

and you're ready
for a real payday.

But you'd have to sell it.

Look, it's your call.
If you're not up for it,
just say the word.

I'm in.

You think you could use
Fi and Sam on this one?

- I have to go up to Tampa.
- Yeah, it's no problem.
We got it under control.

Tell Vaughn I said,
"What's up?"

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Welcome back
to the Citrus State.

Michael Westen.

Shoe's on the other
foot now, huh?

Yeah, I'm not here to reminisce.

I'm here to talk about
Anson Fullerton.

Yeah, you didn't think
I knew about Anson.

Let's just say he got in touch.

I can't say
I saw that one coming.

I'm here to offer you
a deal.

Your old friend's
planning something big.

You help me figure out what,
I'll try to make your life
a little better.

My life?

I don't think I'd call it
much of a life.

I've been in the hole
for nine months now
thanks to you.

This is the longest conversation
I've had since my interrogation.

Anson has been wiring money
to a lawyer in D.C.,

a lawyer
you used to work with,

according to some
files that came into
my possession.

Now it's starting
to make sense.

Where's the rest
of this file?

You agree to help me,
and I'll show you the rest.

Tell you what I'll do.

Bring me a bottle of scotch
and the rest of that file,
I'll check it out for you.

Anything for my old pal
Michael Westen, right?

Why the sarcasm, Vaughn?

From what I see,
I'm the only friend
you have.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When approaching
an underworld target,

you don't get points
for being subtle.

Most bad guys live in a world
where the point of money
is to show it off.

It's one of the few times
having a blue silk shirt...

and diamonds on your watch
sends the message that you're
a good business partner.

You okay?
Mm-hmm.

Look, if you're not
up for this, now would be
the time to tell me.

Blood pressure meds.
I'm fine.

[ Clears Throat ]
How you doing?

What are you doing here?
I told you today's meeting
was off.

And who's this?

Look, I know why today's
meeting's off.

Your deal
fell through, right?

I brought, uh--
This is Mr. Ray.

Hmm? Hey.

He can be your...
new deal.

I mean, buyer.

[ Jesse ] Heard you got
some fine product
straight from the source.

I am a buyer of bling.
Let's make this happen, man.

Look. I don't know what you
think you are playing at,

but you are making
a terrible mistake.

And I suggest
that you leave now,
before this gets worse.

Look, I'm not stupid.

I know all about
your little side business.

I'm not trying
to rock the boat.
I want to help.

All these years.

And this is the first
I hear of your
entrepreneurial ambitions?

Look at me.

I'm almost 60.

I drive a Taurus.

I live in an old
two-bedroom condo.

It's worth less
than I paid for it.

I just want a taste...
of this.

Fine. I'll meet
this buyer of yours.

Good.

Go home.

Now.

Yeah. Okay.

Come with me.
We're gonna get
to know each other.

First thing you need
to know about me--
Capricorn.

I'm all about the money,
my friend.

So.

You're in the market
for raw diamonds?

Wouldn't be here
if I wasn't.

You'll find my prices
on the high end.

But that's because
I eliminate your risk.

Our man Ian
arranges transport...

of the product
and the payments in
diplomatically-sealed pouches.

Hey, if you can take
the headache out of
transport and delivery,

I would call that price
a bargain, and I would call you
my new best friend, okay?

You know, it's unusual
to find an American who cuts
and polishes his own stones.

That's what separates
the men from the boys.

But you must understand,
I'm a cautious man,

and I need to be sure
that you are handling
the product in-house.

Involving another party
is not a risk I wish to take.

I promise that I will not
ask anyone for help.

Huh? You can write that
in the Bible.

Well, showing is always
better than telling.

I'd like to see
your facility.

Now.

Let me tell you something.

You don't need to see
a damn thing but my money...

when we make the deal,
you understand me?

Trust but verify,
my friend.

And in this line of work,
it's verify...

or die.

You wanna see my shop,
I'll show you my shop.
What do I give a damn?

Make a quick phone call,
set it up.

How'd this happen?
Oh, a little
camping accident.

My buddy needs
his trailer back pronto,
and Fi said you could help.

Three grand.

Three grand will get it
good as new.

Oh, come on.
Three grand
for a couple of dings?

- Hey.
- Come on, Gus.

What happened to
the friends and family
discount?

Can't you
knock it down to two?

[ Laughs ]
Fine, but only this once,

and only because
he knows you.
[ Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Yeah?

- Chuck.
- Jesse, what's up?

Uh, something wrong?

Absolutely. Very much so.
Listen, I just wanted
to let you know...

that I'm gonna be
stopping by the shop
with a very special, very--

very well-armed customer,
all right?

They want proof we can
cut and polish rocks.
Just spruce the place up.

Okay, what?
Are you telling me
that you need...

a jewelry store
with cutting equipment
on the fly?

Yes, yes. Right away,
Chuck, yes.

Okay. Um--

Okay, I had an ex-girlfriend.
She used to take me
window-shopping...

at a jewelry joint
downtown on 3rd-- Felicia's.

They fabricate their own stuff
and they're a little shady,
so that might give you a way in.

Just take the scenic route,
will you?

Will do.
[ Beeps ]

Hey, Fi?
Yeah?

We should go.
Okay.

Like right now.
Okay.

[ Phone Clatters ]

Mind if I finish my wine
before we take
our little field trip?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're operating
under a cover I.D.,

it's sometimes necessary
to convince people in the field
to support your operation.

Often, it's something simple,
like asking someone
at a restaurant...

if you can join them
for a few minutes while
you're doing surveillance.

Hey.
How you doing?

Hey, you're Felicia,
right, the owner?

- Yes.
- I need to ask you a favor.

Let me guess.
Engagement rings.

Nice try, Felicia,
but really what I want...

is I want to give you
$2,000 to borrow your store
for half an hour.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Some requests, however,
are a little more difficult.

Uh, there's
no need for alarms.
We're not here to rob you.

Do you know who
you're dealing with?

How about, uh--
Ooh, let's say $10,000...

for you to take
an early lunch break, deal?
[ Felicia ] No.

No deal. I don't know
who you are or what you think
you're doing, but I'm not--

Okay, look, lady.
Twenty grand or bad things
start happening.

- Back room now.
- Listen, I don't--

Go. Go, go, go.

[ Bell Jingles ]

Hey, boss. How you doing?

Who are your friends?

Chucky, Yash--
potential business partner.
Hey.

So you happy, huh?
This verified enough for you?

Where's
the cutting equipment?

It's in the back.
We're working on something
right now,

but trust me,
the facility's
state of the art.

May I?
Uh, now's not a good time.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The problem with relying
on untrained civilians...

is you never know
how they're going to react
in a life-or-death situation...

until you're actually in one.

Hey, ladies.

Bob. Say hi to Yash.

I believe we're ready
to do business, Mr. Ray.

Okay, let's go over the plan.

Yash walks the two of you
into the secure room.

Once he opens the safe with the
diamonds and the paper trail,
that's when you subdue him.

How do we do that?

With this.

On the outside,
ordinary fountain pen.

On the inside,

hypodermic needle filled
with sleepy-time juice.

Once Yash goes to dream town,

you grab all
the incriminating evidence
inside that vault,

and you get out through
the east corner, right there.

Fi triggers the blast,
we got a brand-new door
to walk out of.

You up for this?

Just say when.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Making deals with prisoners...

in covert detention facilities
is always a challenge.

The problem is, there's
not much to bargain with--

no lawyers to discuss
plea deals, no judges
to reduce sentences.

It's usually just you,
the prisoner
and a lot of razor wire.

[ Coughs ]

What is that, 10 years old?
You couldn't do better
than that?

Be glad it's not
rubbing alcohol.

What do you got
for me, Vaughn?

This little file
you found here, Michael--
it's got some good stuff in it.

You just have to know
how to read it.

I can help you with that--
for a price.

[ Sighs ]
And what would that be?

Immunity.

Full immunity.
Ticket out of here.

You know I can't do that.
I don't have the clout.

You had the clout to take down
my entire organiz--

[ Rifle Cocks ]
[ Man ]
Sit down!

Easy.
[ Man ]
Now!

Hey.

[ Chuckles ]

I ain't got nothing to lose.

But from what I see
in those files, you do.

You're a can-do boy,
Michael Westen.

Show me what you can do...
for me.

I don't feel good
about this, Fi.

I mean, the place is
crawling with guards,

and we're just gonna let
Jesse waltz in there
with an untrained civilian?

This is his plan,
and that untrained civilian
is his best way in.

Jesse knows what he's doing.

Well, guess there's
no turning back now.
Clock has started.

Let's do it.
Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ]
If you need to create
a doorway in a concrete wall,

a breaching frame
is a handy tool to bring along.

Filled with water
and lined with explosives,

it directs a charge
to surgically cut
into a structure.

Set it up properly, and it will
blast into a building...

faster than you can say
"Open sesame."

[ Metal Clinks ]
[ Sam ]
Uh, that didn't sound good.

I think we might
have a problem.

Of course, if you can't
set it up properly,

you might as well knock on
your target's front door.
[ Bit Snaps ]

What the hell was that?
Damn it!

There's a reason
this wall isn't guarded.
It's reinforced.

With steel,
if I had to guess.
Okay, so?

I mean, that's why
we brought the C-4, right?

We're gonna need more than that
to blast through steel.

Then it's a good thing
that we have a lot more.

Look, we got to make a door
for those guys now.

I can take
this whole house down,
including everybody in it.

I'm not gonna take that chance.
Then Jesse and Ian
are sitting ducks.

I mean, we come up with
a plan B, or they die.

There is another way
we can use this C-4.

Hey, easy.
Got to buy me dinner first.

It's a pen, fella.
You know,
for writing words.

Come on.

No interruptions
while we're doing business.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Communication in the field...

is critical
for a mission's success,

but it's even more important
when an operation's going south.

Okay!

Where's Mr. Ray?
I got to talk to him
right now.

What do you think you're doing?
Get out of here, man.

What do you think
you're doing?
What am I doing?

I gotta talk to my boss,
and I got to talk to him now!

[ Michael Narrating ]
Best case, you have
a secure line...

or a system of signals
to warn your team without
your enemies noticing.

- I'm not leaving here until
I know that my boss is safe!
- [ Guns Cocking ]

I said stop!

Not another step.

Worst case,
you do whatever it takes
to get your message across.

If your enemies notice,
so be it.

[ Sam ]
Okay, fine.
I'll stay right here...

as long as you get my boss
away from Mr. Ahlu-lia--
what's-his-face.

- Ahluwalia!
- [ Babbles ]

So if you find yourself
in a situation...

where modern methods
of communication won't work,

you can always send up
a smoke signal.

What the hell?

Out. Now!

Oh, my God.
You see?

Look. You believe me
now, fellas?

That's my car!

Boss, I got here
as soon as I could.
Are you okay?

I think your new partner
is setting us up.

[ Yash ]
What?

You're out of your mind!
Am I?

I did a sweep of our shop,
and I found a couple of bugs,

as in listening devices.

Listening devices that
weren't there before
we did business with you.

You son of a bitch.

I have no idea what this man
is talking about.

- What happened out here?
- The car just blew up.

Cars just don't blow up,
not without bombs
attached to 'em.

- Lock this place down.
- Wait, wait, wait.
What about our deal?

Get out! Now!

You know that Porsche
was a lease, right?

Yeah, well, you still
got the money. You can
buy yourself a new one.

Come on.
I'll give you a ride home.

If it makes you feel
any better, I've been
over the entire operation.

They had no choice
but to call it off.

It was the only way to keep
you guys alive. I would've
done the same thing.

Taking Yash down
is the one thing
I wanted to do.

Needed to do.

Give yourself credit
for taking a shot, you know?
Most people don't even try.

This doesn't have to be over.

Ian, you said Yash
shipped everything to India
after the explosion.

It's over.
The evidence is gone.

We could take him down
another way.

We could get him busted
for murder.

What are you
talking about, murder?
Who's he gonna kill?

Me.

Don't even joke
like that, man.
That's not funny.

Diplomatic immunity is waived
under extreme circumstances.

I'd say murdering
a U.S. State Department
employee counts.

Stop talking crazy, man.
That's not funny.
Hear me out. Hear me out!

Jesse, this was never just
about retiring with
a clear conscience.

I want to do one
good thing before I die.

What are you
talking about?

Pancreatic cancer.

No fixing it.

Doc says I got
six months-- maybe.

You get news like that,
you start thinking
about your legacy.

What are people gonna say
at my funeral?

I followed orders?

"He knew how to give
a hell of a toast"?

I'm checking out,
no matter what,

and I want to take
Yash with me.

We're not letting you
commit suicide
to send someone to jail.

Who says you get
to make that call?

Do the people he's killed
have a say?

Or do they not matter...

'cause they're poor or...

lived in places
no one's ever heard of?

I'm the one
who let Yash run wild.

I'm the one...

who helped him
build an empire.

I'm the one...

who's gonna do
something about it.

Give us time.
We'll find another way.

Yeah, Ian--
There isn't one.

You both know it.

And I'm going for it,
whether you help me or not.

Look, um--

If this is
what you really want,
then I'm in.

Mike, I don't like this
any more than you do,
but if Ian's going all in,

I'm gonna make sure
that it counts.

You start something
like this,

you need to be absolutely
sure you can finish.

Never been more sure
about anything in my life.

[ Jesse ]
All right.
I'll set it up.

I have to admit, Mr. Ray,
I didn't expect to hear
from you again.

Yeah, well, I wasn't
expecting to call.

Something changed my mind.

I found this bug
under a chair
in my living room.

You want to know
who was sitting
in that chair two days ago?

The man who's trying
to kill me-- Ian Covey.

There's no way.
I mean, the old man
is just a bureaucrat.

He's not the type of person
to overreach.

You didn't think he was the type
of guy that would ask in on
a diamond deal either, did you?

Why would he blow up your car
in front of my house?

Because he thought
I was gonna be in it.

It was divine intervention
that I wasn't. You--

I had a guy go through
what was left of my baby.

He found pieces
of an explosive device...

wired to a timer
that malfunctioned.

It was supposed to go off
a half hour later.

I would have been on the road,
on my way back to the shop,
and then ka-boom!

So he kills you...

and then he kills me?

And the diamonds,
the money--

they're all
in diplomatic pouches.

Who gets those when
you and me are dead?
Ian.

You're making some very
dangerous accusations, Mr. Ray.

Look, you don't have
to believe me.
Let's talk to Ian.

Tell him you got some documents
or something he's gotta sign.
He's gotta some through, right?

[ Phone Beeping ]
I'll have him meet us.

Yeah. Yeah. Let's give him
a chance to explain himself.

And, hey, I want to keep
this whole thing private,
you understand me?

Just me, you and Ian
until we figure out
who's involved.

Good afternoon, Ian.

I'd like you
to come to the house.

Yes, I have some papers.
[ Exhales ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Simulated munitions...

are a form of non-lethal
projectile used mostly
for training purposes.

They pack a punch,
but they're designed
not to do any real damage...

beyond a welt
and some bruising,

which means if they're
all you've got in a firefight,
you don't have much.

When you shoot Jesse,
these will be enough to burst
the blood packs in his shirt.

He'll collapse and play dead
until you're both
out of the room.

But they won't help either
of you if you get cold feet.

You still don't agree
with this, do you?

Not too late
to change your mind.

Nope. I'm tired of living
in a gray world.

My line of work,

alliances change,
priorities shift.

You wouldn't believe...

how easy it is
to make up good reasons
for doing bad things.

But sooner or later,

you have to see yourself
for who you really are.

[ Chuckles ]
Whatever.

A guy like you,

fighting the good fight
his whole life
wouldn't understand.

I understand completely.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

I spent most of my life
as a coward,

but I'm gonna die a man.

Right?

Relax, Mr. Ray.

Relax?

Ian tried to blow me up.
I don't need to relax.
You need to wake up.

You thought he was harmless.
He almost took everything
from you, man.

He was this close to taking
everything from you.

Well, if that's true,
I have men who will make sure
he pays for it dearly.

What did I say about
keeping this private?

Who knows what some
stupid-ass guard is gonna do?
No. No.

If things get out of control,
you got to handle
your own business.

Believe me.

I have dealt with
much worse than Ian Covey.

[ Drawer Closes ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Cops on the way?

Yeah, I called in
a domestic dispute
to make sure they're close.

They're gonna be
right next door
when it goes down.

You okay?

I know.
This kind of sucks.

What's going on?

You tell us, Ian.

We're trying to make sense
of this... situation.

- What situation?
- The one where Yash's
buyer fell through...

right around the time
you came calling on me.

That had nothing to do with me.

You must admit the timing
is peculiar, Ian.

Then you plugged me
into Yash's deal.
But it was a setup, wasn't it?

No, that's crazy.
I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, don't play stupid, Ian.
I found this in my house,

underneath the chair
that you were sitting in.

You recognize that?

That's how you knew
my routine for that day.

Lucky for me,
your timer didn't work.

- You son of a bitch.
- You were planning
on killing us both.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
No, I can explain.

No, I think
it's too late for that.
It is time--

- Hey!
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
Whether it's betraying their
country or committing a murder,

getting someone to make
a life-altering mistake...

is less about logic
than passion.

You have to create
an environment fueled
by emotion,

make them rely on instinct.

Stop right there,
you bastard!

And make them believe
they're in a do-or-die
situation.

[ Gasps ]

[ Groaning ]

Yash.

What?

You have something to say?

I got you.

[ Man ]
Put the gun down!

[ Stammers ]
[ Ian Groans ]

- This isn't what you think.
- I said put it down!

It was self-defense.
Hands behind your head!

[ Woman ]
3450 East Star.
Shots fired.

1052. One victim down.

- I am telling you,
it was self-defense!
- [ Handcuffs Clicking ]

- He has a gun!
- [ Woman On Radio ]
Copy that, 82. Units en route.

He's dead,
and I don't see any gun.

He-He-- He shot a man
inside my house.

Go inside and look!
There is a dead man
in my office!

Go inside and see!

Hey. You okay, man?

Got to give Ian credit,
you know?

Not a lot of people
get a chance to go out
on their own terms.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Well, that's our cue.

We gotta get.

[ Siren Continues ]
Mike, you coming?

Mike? We gotta go.

[ Car Door Closes ]

I want you to know that
I almost turned around
three times on the way here.

This file set
some very serious
balls rolling, Michael.

If we pull the trigger,
and the orders in there
go through--

I'm hoping it won't
come to that.
Good. Just understand--

I put myself
on the line
in a big way here.

I think it's time I hear
what's going on.

When we were looking
for the people who burned me,

even when we thought
we had them all,
I had doubts.

I wasn't sure it was all over,
and I was right.

You're serious?

You have hard evidence
that the people--

Dani, the last person I told
my suspicion to was Max,
and he died in my arms.

I don't want that
to happen to you.

So, please,

don't press this any further.

What if I want to help?

When it comes to that--
if it comes to that--
I will tell you.

But for now,
I need to do this alone.

[ Sighs ]

Good luck.

[ Car Door Closes ]

Is that
my immunity agreement?

I used every trick I could,
but I just couldn't
get you immunity, Vaughn.

Then we have nothing
to talk about.

Don't be like that.

I got you
a consolation prize.

You got me transferred
out of Guantánamo?

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not good enough.

I figured you'd say that,
but I did it anyway.

And since I know
how difficult it is...

for you to make new friends
without blackmailing them,

I decided to have a few of
your old friends transferred
here to keep you company.

You remember this guy.

Belgian assassin
who worked for you.

Vincent Sh-- Vincent something.

Of course you do.
You ratted him out
to reduce your sentence.

Oh, and...

you remember this guy.

You tried to have him killed.

Simon.

Now I know you guys
had a falling out,

but you guys have 25 years
to patch things up.

Twenty-five years
to roam free...

in the exercise yard
of a federal prison.

Just you and your old pals.

You're welcome.

Hey, Mike.
Michael, look--

Look, look--
Michael, you can't
do this!

No, I really can,
but I don't have to...

if you give me
something, Vaughn!

Now, you read the files.

What is Anson planning?
Is he trying to disappear?

What is his play here?

Look, those numbers--

they're not just
bank accounts
and blind trusts.

They're linked
to real things.
What things?

Look, our organization--
it wasn't just run
on burned spies.

We had an infrastructure.

We had transport companies,
supply depots,
weapons manufacturers--

legit businesses,
all set up to serve
our purposes.

Without them in place,
we would not exist!

What does this have to do
with Anson?

Michael, you really
don't see it, do you?

Anson isn't retiring.

He's rebuilding.

That organization
that burned you--

he's bringing that
back on-line.

No.

You can try and stop it.

But if I know Anson,
it may already be too late.

Westen!
We had a deal!

Westen, look!
You got to cancel
those transfers.

I don't know, Vaughn.
It just might be too late.