Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 9 - Eye for an Eye - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

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

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

no cash, no credit, no job history.

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

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work comes your way.

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

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

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



You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

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

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

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

In any investigation, leads go cold fast.

It's true for cops
and even truer for spies...

who tend to be after
a more sophisticated class of bad guy.

So if you get intelligence that
the person you're chasing...

hired a bomb maker
who lives a few hours up the highway...

you can't afford
to sit on the information.

You have to move immediately.

- Sam, are you gonna help?
- Yeah, it's just that...

I mean, you really
think this old guy built that bomb?

I mean, he's owned a clock shop
for, like, 20 years.



Under a different last name.

He's a war criminal, and he's hiding.

Fiona went to a lot of trouble
to get that file.

If it says the bomb maker's hiding out
in Tallahassee, that's where we're going.

- Well, I just want to be sure we're making the right move.
- It's the only move, Sam.

Fi, Sam and I won't be able to
get back until late tomorrow night.

Which means we're not
having that dinner at The Forge.

Sorry.

All right. This is important.

You want me to cancel the reservation?

There is no reservation.

- I'm sorry.
- This guy...

Can help you find out
who killed Max. I know.

Take these. Be safe.

Three doughnuts, Sam?

I gotta eat junk while Elsa's not around.
Get too close, she can sense it.

I'll tell you what...
if we're here after 11:00...

I'm gonna get some cheese fries
from that diner over there.

Oh, your cheese fries might have to wait.
I think this is our guy.

Let's see what he has to say.

Or we wait till he closes up...

and we tail him someplace
less populated.

This has nothing to do with cheese fries.
This is just tactics.

We're not gonna give that guy a day
to figure out that we're watching him.

We're going in the front,
we're taking him out the back.

Are you the fella that fixes the clocks?

Yes, I buy, sell and repair.

Like the sign says... I'm a clockmaker.

A football buddy of ours,
well, his father passed away.

Left us his collection
of, uh, antique clocks.

We were told that Lucien Balan's the fella
we should talk to about selling them.

They're outside in the car if you want to
come out and take a quick look.

Spare me the trip.

Please.

Come in back.

I'll show you my catalogs,
you show me what you have.

Who told you about me?

I like to know who gives referrals.

Martin McCauley up in Greenville...
he sung your praises.

Uh-huh. And this Martin...
Did he tell you how he knows me?

I don't hear the name Lucien much.

These days, they call me Luka.

Only the smartest,
nastiest war criminals...

make it to old age.

If you have to capture one of them, you can
assume they'll have a trick up their sleeve...

like a concealed weapon,
a covert escape route...

or a metal floor grate rigged to
electrocute any unwanted visitors.

Sam, move!

Stay right there.

We're gonna have a little chat, Lucien.

You'll be disappointed.

I don't talk.

Don't worry. We're good at
getting people to open up.

We know you built the bomb, Lucien...

but you're not the guy we're after.

Just tell us who you built the bomb for...

and we can share
these delicious carrot sticks.

The real experts
in resisting interrogation...

aren't the ones who stonewall in silence.

They're the ones who have mastered
the art of talking about nothing...

pretending to cooperate,
throwing out endless leads.

There was one man.

Came to the shop last Wednesday.

They use your need for
information against you...

Big man, like a football man,
but small head.

He pays with money order...

giving you things you want to believe.

There was also other man...
bald, ring in his nose.

Strange, right?

Lucien, yesterday...

you told us about a guy
who paid with a check.

Thin, like a little girl.

The day before that,
it was a fat guy with a lisp.

All they're doing
is running out the clock.

You're not going to break them
with more conversation.

You need an edge.

You know what kind of girlfriend
drives all the way to Tallahassee...

to search a crusty old man's
equally crusty apartment?

- A good girlfriend.
- A great girlfriend.

The kind of girlfriend who
deserves dinner at The Forge.

Point taken.
How about two dinners?

All his personal stuff fits into one box?

He's not a big scrapbooker.

Just a few photos, postcards,
news clippings... not much to go on.

You're welcome.

- You want to stick around, Fi?
- It's tempting, but I gotta run.

I'm helping Jesse with one of his
company's home security gigs.

Have fun, you two.

My husband thinks I'm crazy,
and the police think I'm paranoid...

but I can't shake the feeling
someone's been in here.

So, three nights this week,
and the alarms never went off?

Not once.

- You guys don't believe me either.
- No, no, no. That's not true.

We're just trying to
get our heads around this, that's all.

Do you have any enemies, anyone that you can
think of who would want to go after you?

No. I don't think so.

And you're sure nothing was taken?

Nothing was stolen... just, um, moved.

I know I sound stupid.

No, it isn't stupid
to trust your instincts.

Maybe not, but it's
getting expensive, Sadie.

I take it these are
the new security experts.

Honey, this is Fiona and Jesse.

Spare me the sales pitch. I have already
dropped 200 grand on the new alarm system.

Well, just because you have all the equipment
doesn't mean you know how to use it.

I think what my associate means is...

state-of-the-art security system
isn't really worth much...

if your motion sensors are
being blocked by furniture...

or trees are growing
too close to your house.

Bottom line... What are you proposing?

We'll add some sensors,
troubleshoot your existing systems.

If it helps you sleep easier,
we can move you into the guesthouse...

and we'll be here around the clock.

If anyone shows up, we'll be ready.

And if they don't,
we can put all this behind us...

finally.

When you're looking
for an angle in an interrogation...

it often helps to let a subject watch you
go through the details of his life...

right in front of him.

Other man visits the shop.

Very blonde, like albino man.

He pays with a cashier's check.

Keeping one eye on your research...

and one eye on his reactions can often
tell you what he wants you to see...

and what he doesn't.

Finally got the old guy to blink.
What did the trick?

Some article about a charity 10k
up in Atlanta three years ago.

- So we found a relative?
- Hopefully a close one.

- One of us should run down these names.
- Yeah, not it.

You weren't expecting that, were you?

Fine.
But the next errand is yours.

All right, James and Sadie
are sleeping and the house is clear.

Next time you offer me a job protecting an
egomaniacal bastard, remind me to say no.

Seriously?

You're drinking sparkling water, munching
on biscotti and playing solitaire, Fi.

- I think you'll survive.
- Did you see the contempt he had for his wife?

We won't be inviting him to the Carlito
for brunch anytime soon...

but I don't know... the guy's done
some pretty amazing things.

I-I was reading up on him.

He developed this antiviral.
It was groundbreaking.

He got honorable mention
from the Nobel Foundation.

Second floor, northeast corner.

That's James's office.

Is that the alarm?

- Yeah, there's somebody in the main house.
- Oh, my God. I knew it.

Everything's gonna be fine.
Just call the cops. We'll be right back.

Don't move!

Put your hands up.

I'm not armed. Don't worry.

Well, that's good to hear.
Now put your hands up.

You want to shoot me?
Go ahead. Shoot me.

I don't think you understand
how this works.

- You're the burglar, we're protecting the house.
- I am not a burglar.

Put your damn hands on your head.
We're going downstairs.

I can't believe that after
all these years he wins, just like that.

Wait. What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?
I'm talking about your boss.

James. He took everything from me.

Did he forget to mention his ex-partner?

Best friend that he framed and left to die
in a rat-infested prison in South America?

Wait a minute. You're Dan Tesmond?

Did I miss something?

HLX used to be a two-man operation.
It was James Forte and Dan Tesmond.

It took me seven years
to figure out how to escape.

I scrounged together enough money to
pay off a prison doctor to fake my death.

And that's just the fun part.
I get back to Miami...

and I found out that James had
stolen my company, my future...

and my wife.

You were married to Sadie.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry. You can tell your story to the cops.

Wait. We need to hear the rest of this.

- We've done our job.
- But what if he's telling the truth?

Jesse. If it's true,
he shouldn't be locked up again.

Fine. Get him out of here,
I'll buy us some time.

- Come on.
- Damn it.

- You're letting me go?
- I'm taking you somewhere to hear you out.

And if you're lying, I am gonna push you
out of an even higher window, headfirst.

Well? Anything?

By the time we got to your office...

he had already jumped out the window.

Fi's sweeping the ground,
but chances are he's long gone.

Well...

If he comes back,
you sure as hell better catch him.

Uh-oh.

Fiona let you live.
I take that as a good sign.

I told you that everything
I said back there was true.

And there's more. You know that antiviral
that James supposedly created?

- That was actually Dan's creation.
- And that's why he set you up.

Yeah. I wanted to go public with it,
help as many people as possible.

James could only see dollar signs.

He put five keys of cocaine in my bag...

and he paid off a judge
to make sure that it stuck.

And then James patented the gene sequence,
turning HLX into a gold mine.

And Sadie left me while I was in prison.
So, I've had better vacations.

Damn, you got a raw deal, man.

But why rob their house?

I was just looking for
anything to get into HLX.

If he can get that gene sequence,
he can finish what he started.

There are labs that will duplicate
the formula and sell it generically...

for one-tenth the price...

making it accessible to
anyone who needs it.

So, you save the world while driving
James out of business. I got that.

I don't see how it's actually gonna
happen. It's just a dream. It's over.

No, it's not.
You need more reasons to hate James?

How about rushed medical trials,
victims silenced with hush money...

lawsuits against anyone
who speaks out?

Yeah, and my gene sequence
made it all possible.

James is too dirty, he's too powerful...

and that smile needs to be
slapped off his face.

- So, just to clarify, you want to rip off my client?
- No one else is gonna do it.

- He can't get into HLX.
- Neither can we. Fi, it's a fortress.

And after last night,
James is only gonna increase his security.

So if you think that somehow you...

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh!

- What just happened?
- I believe we decided to help you.

Really?

Ross is our head of security.

You must be Jesse Porter.
Thank you for escorting them in.

You're actually just the guy
I need to talk to.

I'm gonna need full security access
to the facility: Building schematics...

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
that's against company policy.

I see. Is it your company's policy
to endanger your C.E.O.'s life?

Don't worry, Mr. Porter. HLX Medical
Technologies has billion-dollar trade secrets...

and we've hired
a small army to protect them.

Yeah, I think we can hold our own against
some nut job who breaks into houses.

That "nut job" is studying you. He's
trying to figure out what makes you tick.

That sort of obsession can
become deadly in a heartbeat.

This is horrible. How can this
be happening to my husband?

It's hard to say. A lot of times, disturbed
people, they get fixated on great men.

Your husband's a great man.

We can't be too careful. You let me
inspect your office, the adjacent rooms.

- I'll accompany you on your day-to-day routine.
- No. I'm fine here.

Your job is to keep us safe
beyond those doors.

I'll call you when I'm leaving.

There's a coffeehouse down the street.
Grab yourself a latte.

Maybe you can keep that place secure.

Like aikido masters...

interrogators know that breaking their
adversary isn't just about leverage.

It's about knowing
how and when to apply it.

The moment your opponent
feels most confident...

Good morning, boys.

Is also the moment he's most susceptible
to a game-changing reversal.

It might be. It all depends on you.

- You ready to talk?
- Oh, yes, I am.

Last night, I remember
another suspicious man.

Customer from Tampa, with scar.

And there's a funny story about that man.

Actually, we have
a funny story of our own.

- It's about a war criminal.
- And his daughter in Atlanta.

My daughter.

Yes.

She visits me from Romania.

She placed third in that race.

I was very proud.

I'm sure you were. But your daughter is not
a runner, and she doesn't live in Romania.

She wrote the article.
It was her first.

And, uh, Danica doesn't like
the family name either.

She lives just outside of Buckhead.
For now.

See, Lucien, we're gonna have her deported
unless you start talking.

Who'd you make the bomb for?

Pavel.

Christian Pavel.

Where do we find him?

I don't know his phone number.

I meet him only one place...

Connie's Caf? in Orlando.

Talk to cook... Nikolai.

Now, promise, you better
leave my daughter alone.

Let's see if your facts check out.

- I guess you're going to Orlando.
- Not it.

What happened to the promise
to run the next errand?

It's null and void when I say "not it."

Elsa's got a sunburn, Mike.
Someone's got to rub on the aloe vera.

I am sorry you had to hear that.

I'll survive. Sam, you're not "not it."

Jesse and I need to borrow Michael
for our security gig.

Fi, you're killing me.

I'm sure Connie's Caf? will be great.
You can get some cheese fries.

- Need some extra manpower?
- We need to shake our smug C.E.O. To his core.

You want to help me
raise the threat level?

A good way to sell
your expertise in protecting people...

is to point out holes in security
that most people wouldn't notice.

Excuse me. I'm Jesse Porter.
I work for Mr. Forte.

- I need to talk to Ross about a security issue.
- He said you might show up.

And he said he's busy.

You know what? I guess it's no big deal
that your maintenance workers...

are just waltzing through here
with no screening whatsoever.

- Actually, we screen...
- Actually, you need to be better at what you do.

- You! Come here.
- Yeah.

You too, buddy. Let's go.

Let's talk about these maintenance workers,
shall we? Who's doing background checks?

Pointing out holes in security...

is also a great way
to create new holes in security.

Match the names on the ID's.
Anyone?

Well, um... We're on it.

You're on it. He's on it. Oh.

Wow. I feel so much better now
that I know that you're on it.

You tell Mr. Ross that I stopped by
and that I'm not impressed.

People tend to implement security
based on anticipated threats.

They install firewalls and encryption
if they're afraid of being hacked.

They use vaults and armed guards
if they're worried about being robbed.

What the hell?

And if you need to get them...

to keep their personal security
with them at all times...

you have to make them afraid
to ever be alone.

Uh, who the hell are you?

You may not know who I am,
but I know who you are.

- You killed my mother.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
your so-called medicine!

The medicine that was
supposed to save her life...

the medicine that killed her instead.

The poison that you pushed on her.
The lies!

Okay, I can see that you are very upset.

Why don't we go to my office,
and we can talk about this?

Oh, I've talked.
I have talked plenty.

I have talked to your customer service.
I have talked to your lawyers.

All you people do is talk.
I am done talking!

What, you... You waiting
for your security guards?

The guards that look through the cameras?
I took those down.

Okay. You win.
We're alone. You got me.

- What do you want?
- That is a good question.

When my mother was dying,
when I was sitting there with no hope...

I thought, "What do I want?"

And as I sat there,
thinking and studying...

learning about how to hurt people...

It's scary, really...

how much you can learn
when you put your mind to it.

You know what else is scary?

How life can be so fragile.

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

I'm teaching you.

I'm teaching you what I've learned...

how unfair life can be.

It's so delicate, so precious,
and then, suddenly...

it's all over in an instant.

Oh, my God! Please! No!
Please, just tell me what you want! Please!

I want you to suffer every
moment of every single day...

for the rest of your life, just like I do.

And you will.
I promise you, Mr. Forte.

You will.

There he is!

- Mr. Forte, are you all right?
- Sir, are you okay?

Where were you?
The stalker was in my car!

- You're fired, all of you.
- I'm sorry, sir. L...

You say one word, and you join them.

- I heard explosions, sir. You okay?
- You have full access to HLX.

- Any support you need.
- All right, Mr. Forte. All right.

Until that psycho is behind bars,
you're not leaving my side.

I'd say James is sufficiently
concerned about his stalker.

I've been told to protect Sadie, and Jesse
now has full security access at HLX.

Which means we're one step closer to
the safe and the gene sequence inside it.

Yeah, but the combination...

We're not using the combination.
We're cracking the safe.

Which means getting me in there
with safecracking equipment.

Seriously? Does this plan involve
any more exploding cars?

Always a good question.
Unfortunately, the answer is no.

You just make sure
Sadie doesn't get hurt.

Sounds like you care about more
than just the gene sequence.

No. L...

I mean, y-yes.

But I know there is no way
that I will ever get her back.

Been too long.
Too many things have happened.

Relationships have survived worse.

Will you just promise me
that she'll be okay?

- I could care less about James.
- Nothing will happen to Sadie.

Now, how are you gonna possibly sneak
inside with a bunch of safecracking stuff?

Jesse's taking care of that.

Oh, this is worse than I figured.

Your office is a security nightmare.

I'm gonna need to bring in my equipment,
fortify this place.

No. That's ridiculous.
We're perfectly safe here, sir.

As I recall, that was your assessment
of the parking garage...

before Mr. Forte
was almost blown sky-high.

That stalker would have to get through so
many guards and checkpoints to get up here...

Or he could just shoot you.
You need to start thinking like him.

What does he want? He wants to show you that
he can get to you no matter where you are.

He could be lining up his shot
right now.

We need to install some
blast-proof windows, embassy-grade.

- Oh, my God. You're serious.
- I can take care of that, sir.

- As head of security for the building, I think...
- No. This is Mr. Porter's show.

Whatever you need
to make this office safe, you do it.

Just remember, any contractors
you bring in here, I'm checking them out.

I'm inspecting every nut and bolt
you bring into this building.

Well, there you go.
Can't be too safe, right?

Wanna get the ball rolling soon.
We'll do the installation this weekend.

You're telling me that Nikolai quit?

He said he's not working anymore.
That's what "quit" means.

Oh, boy, that is just such a shame,
'cause you know old Nick...

he made the best goulash
in all of Florida.

Would you mind giving me his number?

'Cause I would love to have him cater my
wife's birthday. It's kind of a surprise.

Look, I gotta get back to work.

You write your number down. If he comes back
in here, I'll make sure he gets hold of you.

That's a deal. Thanks very much.

Name's Chuck.

- Anything?
- There was a chef named Nikolai, but he quit a week ago.

I slipped the manager 20 to let me know if
he showed up, but I wouldn't expect a call.

- You think they're covering for him?
- No, it didn't seem like it.

I'm thinking that Nikolai found out that
Lucien was gone and he just disappeared.

I'll see you back here.

Lucien met cook.
He quit last week.

How could I know Nikolai had left?

I was here in box!

Remember?

Christian Pavel is my friend.

He bled for me.

We fought side by side.

But I told you,
I don't know where he lives.

He has no phone number.

Nikolai is the only way to find him.

Well, you're gonna have to
think of another way...

or the feds are gonna ship
your daughter back to Bucharest.

Hey, hey.

Any progress with Lucien?

Not much.
We're letting him stew for a while.

So this is how I'm getting into HLX?

Yeah, I can't say it's gonna be comfy...

but, uh, the head of security is
inspecting everything I'm bringing in...

so... we're gonna need a little magic.

When you're
being smuggled into a secure area...

the best hiding spot is somewhere people
are confident they've checked thoroughly.

By attaching reflective window tint
to multiple sheets of glass...

you can create what's known
as the infinity illusion.

And just like any magician
won't tell you...

as long as the light outside the space
remains brighter than the inside...

you'll be as good as invisible.

All right. Stop.

Sorry to keep you waiting around
all day just to do this, man.

Can't be too safe.

- You're bringing a lot of tools in here.
- Yeah, I am.

How 'bout you do your job and I'll do mine?
Keep this place locked down.

Lab "D" is that way, Mikey.

Make as much noise as you can.

You sure you want to stick around?
It's gonna get pretty loud.

How blast-proof is blast-proof?

We could fire a rocket launcher at him. You'd
just need a squeegee to clean up the mess.

Sir.

Sorry to bother you.

After the other day,
I wanted to install a few more cameras.

I think there's an extra lab tech
in the north wing.

Footage is from 10 minutes ago.

Could be our guy. It's hard to tell.

- You sure you didn't miscount, Ross?
- I didn't miscount.

Listen. I'm not taking any chances.
We're headed down there.

You two stay here.
Keep Mr. Forte safe.

When a plan
goes wrong, it's crucial to stay cool.

You may have to bail out,
but how you bail out is everything.

Do you run and leave behind evidence that
gives away your plan to your enemies...

or do you keep the mission alive
by covering your tracks?

- Check "B" and "C."
- Yes, sir.

This place is crawling with guards.

They'll shoot you before
you get anywhere near the door.

That is your problem.
That is not my problem.

Ross, you see him yet?

Freeze! Don't move!
Put your hands on your head!

I have a little announcement
to make.

Ross here is wired with a half
a pound of high explosive.

You shoot at me...

And we all go boom.

So I'm gonna make it real easy.

You're gonna let me
walk right out the front door.

Oh, my God.

Am I on TV? Huh?

You think Mr. Forte's watching?
Huh?

Huh? Yeah. Grab the radio. Grab your radio.

Bring it up.

Turn it on. Turn it on!

Hey, Mr. Forte.

I just want to take this opportunity to
share something else I learned...

when I was reading
at my mother's deathbed.

You know why hell is scary?

It's not the pain, it's not the torture,
it's not burning in a lake of fire.

It's that it lasts forever... just like me.

So let me be the first to tell you...

Welcome to hell, Mr. Forte.

Welcome to hell.

Somebody drop that guy.
Somebody shoot him! Now!

Bad idea. Bad idea.
Y'all want to die?

You don't want to die.

No one follows.

The morning after a failed operation...

you have two choices.

You can admit defeat
and lick your wounds...

or you can re-engage immediately...

sticking by your enemy so you'll be in
position when you find another opening.

Our associates are analyzing the security tape
from yesterday, hoping to get a lead on our guy.

And you really think that your team
is better than the cops for that.

- Without a doubt.
- So in the meantime...

we're gonna need a top-down security review
of HLX, completely lock this place down.

No, it's clear that he can
get to me whenever he wants.

The spectrum analyzer is smashed.

Those samples are ruined.

And the research inside of that safe
is worth a billion dollars, easily.

Well, then we'll bring in
better guards to protect it.

No, we're moving it off-site.
I already talked to Ross.

I'm taking the research to
a bank vault up in Palm Beach.

And you're sure you want
to trust Ross with that?

- No, no. Mr. Forte...
- This isn't up for discussion.

I am telling you what is happening.

Armored truck is on its way.

Fiona, you're to keep Sadie
safe at home.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be in the convoy.

- Mr. Porter here is coming with me.
- No, James.

You can't risk your life
for some research.

Well, Sadie, I appreciate your input,
but you run our third-world outreach...

and I will take care
of the business side of things.

You meet me here in an hour.

What comes to mind when you think of
the First Federal Bank of Palm Beach?

The most secure vaults in South Florida.

Why?

I'm afraid that's where
my least favorite C.E. O...

is taking the gene sequence.

Oh, great. The only place
safer than inside HLX.

We're done. It's over.

Not necessarily. We just need to grab it
before it gets to Palm Beach.

Well, that's easier said than done.
James is using an armored truck.

- Two cars full of guards.
- Armed convoy.

- I don't like our numbers.
- We don't need numbers.

We just need to convince James that his armed
convoy won't keep him or the gene sequence safe.

Well, I'm riding along.
We'll have the route.

- I'll call Sam, see if I can't slow you guys down.
- All right.

You gotta let me help,
if there's anything I can do.

All right.
I'm gonna get over to Sadie's place.

Even a fender-bender can stop
traffic for a few minutes.

But creating a longer-lasting roadblock is
about provoking an emergency response.

Cops and firefighters won't go anywhere
near a burning chemical truck...

billowing smoke that looks toxic.

Which means you can get four hours of roadblock
with a smoke canister and a little gasoline.

- What do you think?
- Looks scary.

Good. That's the idea.

Now let's get out of here.

This is taking forever, Ross.
What, are you getting paid by the mile?

We're not taking this route
for the scenery. Now stay off the radio.

As soon as the research is safe,
we're taking you underground.

What the hell?

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Nobody's getting through here.

But we're heading to Palm Beach.

Y'all got to take the detour to I-95,
down that road a few miles.

Unbelievable. There had to be
an accident! Today of all days!

You know what?
This is no accident.

This is way too convenient.
This is your stalker.

We have kept this whole thing
completely under wraps.

How would he even know
we took this road?

That's a damn good question.
Ross? Tell anybody our route?

No. Of course not.
Let's get moving.

No. We're not going anywhere
until we sort this out. You stay put.

Sleight-of-hand tricks...

aren't just for kiddie parties.

The same misdirection
and quick moves...

that a magician uses to find a quarter
behind a five-year-old's ear...

can also help an operative
plant a listening device in someone's car.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Are you kidding me?

Your car is bugged.

- I never saw that before.
- Yeah, of course not. Because you're bad at your job.

Did you sweep the armored truck?
Did you sweep the other Town Car?

The only car that I know is safe is the Mercedes,
'cause I searched it myself this morning.

Sweep the other cars! Go!

This guy is ahead of us at every turn.
He could be anywhere.

All right, well, we need to think like him.
Where does he want us to go?

The detour... 95.
Maybe if we take the back roads.

This many vehicles,
he's gonna spot us no matter where we are.

Our best bet... we have Ross
take the Mercedes to 95 with the convoy.

Use that as a decoy. Then you and I,
we split off, we go our own way.

I can't leave the research.

Then bring it. Bring it with you.

You want me to pull my stuff
out of the armored truck?

The armored truck, your car...
they're targets.

You have worked for me for five days.

I cannot believe that I am
seriously considering this.

Look, Mr. Forte,
it's completely your call.

Whatever you think is safest.

Change of plans!
Open the truck!

There's no sign of him yet.
I'm gonna call Ross.

No, no. No way. Stay off your phone.
We gotta take every precaution.

Yeah, good thought.

Wh-Where are you going?

I just have a quick stop to make.

Oh, my God.
Back up. Now.

Back up! Let's go!

Oh, no, no.
Actually, this is our stop.

That's your cue to get out.

Get out of the car.

Y-You're supposed...

I wanted to tell you the good news,
Mr. Forte. I'm not your stalker.

Dan is.

What, are you surprised to see me...

after dumping me
in a Chilean prison to die?

Hey! Jackpot! Now I know why
you wanted to keep this safe.

There's more than just
a gene sequence in here.

We've got records of payoffs,
medical trial reports.

- You've been naughty.
- Oh, that's what this is all about.

This is... You're all in on this.

This is... This is just about
ripping me off, huh?

No, we're just taking back
what was rightfully mine.

Dan.

We can make all of this go away.
You just name your price.

Don't you get it?
This was never about money.

This was about saving lives.
This was about my company.

This was about you stealing
the only woman that I ever loved.

You want to save lives, let's save lives.
I'll give you a piece of the company.

Sadie was no catch.
You can consider yourself lucky.

You just tell me what you want,
and we can make all of this go away.

- Sadie, I-I can explain.
- I've heard everything I need to.

And we have everything we need.

Getting back into HLX
is gonna be a long process...

but it sounds like
the board of directors is on my side.

Your old friend James
won't be around for a while.

He's looking at five to 10
for conspiracy.

Yeah, he's stiffing me on the security gig.
Thanks for that, Fi.

I gotta get back to work.
Good luck with everything, Dan.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

And I really want to thank
you guys for everything.

And, uh, Sadie wants to thank you too.

No, we're just talking,
getting reacquainted.

I mean, it's never gonna be...
how it was, but it's a start.

You guys have a second chance.

Thanks again.

I hope he makes the most of it.

He escaped prison and traveled
a few thousand miles to get her back.

That should count for something.

Grand gestures are great.

Sometimes I think it's the day-to-day stuff
that's the hard work.

You know who I am, Fi. I'm not...

Yeah. I know.

And I know that you and Sam have
a Romanian bomb maker to break...

so, uh... talk later.

This place is not so bad...

the chairs, carrots.

I'm starting to like our conversations.

One way or another,
they're about to end.

Either you tell us how to find the guy
who you built the bomb for...

or your daughter's
on the next flight to Bucharest.

Very well. I'll tell you.

There's a pier in Daytona Beach.

You walk to the end of it...

jump off, swim to the bottom
of the ocean...

and you call out, "Vladimir."

You think I'm bluffing.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

That trip to the diner
was a distress call.

You think I would give up
my friend after so many years?

There are bonds
no man can break, kid.

Now my friend
has come to rescue me.

Let me go, and maybe I'll tell him
to let one of you live.

Mike, get down!

Work long enough as a spy...

and you learn that distress calls
don't always work exactly as planned.

Just because someone calls for help
doesn't mean they're going to get it.

A surprisingly high
percentage of the time...

friends turn out to be
less concerned with rescue...

And more concerned
with making sure no one talks.

Lucien, he betrayed you!

- You still want to protect him?
- Mike, we gotta go. Now!

- Get us some cover.
- With what?

I don't know! Something! Just get it fast!

Listen to me. About my daughter.

- Give me your word!
- I give you my word.

You give us the information,
and your daughter will be left alone.

The man outside...

he needed a bomb.

He was my friend, so I said yes.

Where, Lucien?
Where is his place?

Warehouse...

in Wynwood.

End of Burnham Road.

And when you find him...

put a bullet in him.

- Okay, I think I got us covered.
- Let's go.

He's gone, Mike,
and we lost our only lead.

Not quite.
Lucien told me where to find him.

Well, then, I think we owe
that son of a bitch a visit.