Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 1 - Scorched Earth - 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 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.

And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

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

- [Hammer Cocks]
- Welcome home, kid.

You're gonna help me
break into the British consulate right now.

Oh!

Go get a.50-cal. Then maybe you got a shot.

I will kill Michael.

Oh, God!

Why did you plant the bomb in the lobby?

I didn't. I made one targeted explosive,
just enough for Larry.



The security guards... They're dead.

Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend
go to prison for the rest of her life...

you will do exactly what I say.

[Fiona] He'll keep forcing you
to do his bidding. There is no end to this.

We just delivered a couple hundred
million dollars to a very dangerous man.

I am not losing you, Fi.

I know that you're trying
to rebuild the organization that burned me!

Congrats. You're in charge of
an official C. I.A. Team...

for the first time since you got burned.

That elite C. I.A. Team
you've been running...

they're gonna be my new starting lineup
because you're gonna burn them for me.

You want me to betray my own team?

There has to be a line.

There is no line when it comes to you!

We'll go to the F.B. I. I'll turn myself in
and we'll make them understand.

They won't understand us.

Michael!

Anson, it's over.
One way or another, it's over.

Nobody's getting burned today.
I'll see you in hell.

Pearce, our team has been compromised.

- Things have changed. There is a new plan.
- [Beeps]

[Anson] Michael, that was quite a disaster
at the airport today.

I told you what would happen
if things didn't go well.

Fi, we got to leave. We got...

- [Groans]
- Sam! Where's Fi?

She clocked me with a bottle.
I tried to stop her.

- She's turning herself in?
- Yeah.

The federal building.

She said she didn't want to
let you keep working for Anson anymore...

and she didn't want to run
and let the bastard get away.

She left that for you, Mike.

I'm sorry, Mike.

- I'm so sorry.
- [Door Closes]

[Tires Screech]

Fi!

I'm here to, uh, surrender.

Hands up! Hands up!
Back of your head now! Do it now!

[Man]
Back. Get back.

[Man On Radio]
Suspect is in custody. Over.

[Man #2 On Radio]
Suspect is in custody. Over.

[Woman On Radio]
All personnel, proceed with caution.

- [Man] Clear!
- [Man #3 On Radio] Secure the hall... now.

[Woman On Radio]
Suspect is considered extremely dangerous.

- [Man] She's secure.
- Confirming that, base.

[Man #1]
All right. Copy that.

[Electronic Squealing]

[Beeping]

[Camera Shutter Clicking]

[Fiona's Voice] I loved you.

Before I should have, I trusted you.

'Cause I've always known your heart.

You do what's right,
no matter the cost to you.

And I've learned that
when you love a spy...

you have to be willing
to make that sacrifice too.

There you are.
Been looking all over for you.

- Is Fi...
- I was too late, Sam.

Look, Mike. You can't blame yourself.

I mean, there was nothing you could do.

It wasn't like any of us could stop her.

What about you, Sam?

- What are you talking about?
- You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Well... No. I-I don't.

You expect me to believe
she knocked you out?

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

Mike, come on, man.
What do you want me to say?

Okay. Yeah. Yeah.
Maybe I could have fought her off.

That's right. But did it ever occur to you
that maybe she was right?

You were losing yourself, Mike.

You were selling out
everything you ever fought for.

- I was fighting for her!
- By burning spies?

Mike, you were betraying your friends.

You were about to betray
your goddamn government.

What do I do now, Sam? What do I do?

I've just been fighting for so long, Sam.

And she was all I had left.

Now you're just gonna
have to fight a little more.

I got a call from the C. I.A. Team
over at the airport.

They're working on something.
Let's go, Mike.

This may not be over yet.

Yeah, yeah. Got it. Mike, that was Jesse.

I don't want to get your hopes up
too high here, but, uh...

sounds like he's got a lead on Anson.

- What?
- [Tires Screeching]

- Where?
- [Groans] Mike...

- warn me when you're gonna do that.
- Where is he, Sam?

Jesse's on the C. I.A. System.

He's tapping the traffic cams,
and he saw Anson leaving his apartment...

with a get-out-of-town
bag and a fresh shave.

Good-bye, mustache. As of 20 minutes ago...

he was heading through midtown
in a green Jag.

[Tires Squealing]

So, Mike, you know, not to get
ahead of ourselves here...

- What's the plan if we catch him?
- He's the reason why I lost Fi.

- What do you think the plan is?
- I hate it when you talk like that.

You don't get to argue, Sam. Not on this.

- Not after what happened today.
- [Cell Phone Rings, Beeps]

Let's see what's going on.
Jesse, what's the latest?

You ask, I deliver. I just spotted Anson's
Jag on a traffic cam in Brickell.

He's traveling alone. Good news is he's minding
his red lights, he's going the speed limit.

You should be able to catch up to him.
He's heading south on 821.

- 821 South? You think he's going to Cutler Bay?
- That would be my guess, yeah.

With the explosion at the airport, all the
flights in and out of Miami are grounded.

He's probably trying
to hop a boat out of town.

Yeah, but there's gotta be
50 marinas at Cutler alone.

I mean, Anson gets there, he's gone.

He's not making it to Cutler Bay.

Talked to my D. I.A. Contacts.
Anson Fullerton is just a shrink...

who debriefs field operatives
and treats P.T.S.D. Cases.

Believe me, he does a lot more
than that, okay?

Jesse, I have a rogue agent on the loose,
a burning plane on the tarmac...

and the F.A.A. Breathing down
my neck to release air traffic.

I'm supposed to just forget all that
and go after this guy?

Yeah.

Look. I know how it sounds.
We're running out of time.

He's heading out of town.
You gotta trust me on this one.

All right. Let's just say I did.
What would you need exactly?

Mike and Sam are trying to cut him off.
As soon as they have him cornered...

we'll take whatever resources you got.

Jesse, in case you haven't noticed...

I'm spread pretty thin.

Dani.

I'll do what I can.

But for now, Michael's on his own.

[Michael Narrating] The vehicle you want
when hunting someone down...

depends on where you are in the chase.

If you're behind your target, you need a set
of wheels that's fast enough to catch up.

If you're ahead and waiting
for your target to come to you...

you may want to think bigger.

Uh, Mike, the clock's ticking.

I mean, I thought the idea
was to get ahead of Anson...

so we can spot him from the road.

There are no exits for 10 miles
along that highway.

It'll be a lot easier
if the traffic's stopped.

Oh, great.

Antitheft devices, like transponder keys
and transmission locks...

make newer trucks nearly
impossible to steal.

Hot-wiring an older truck,
on the other hand...

is still just a matter of shorting
the terminals on the starter solenoid.

And, of course, dealing with
whoever happens to own the truck.

Hey! What the hell you doing?

[Chuckles] Hey, I know
this doesn't look good.

No, this guy's stealing my truck.

Yeah, he is, but the thing is
it's kind of a long story...

and trust me, pal, you don't want to mess
with that guy right now.

- Out of my way!
- Can't do that.

Fight's over. Walk away now.

Here. Buy yourself another hot dog.

And, uh, you might want to call
your insurance company.

I think you're gonna need a new truck.

[Engine Starts]

Sam, I need you to slow down
the cars behind me.

You got it, Mike.

[Horns Honking]

[Horns Honking]

Okay, Mike, whatever
you're gonna do, now's the time.

[Michael Narrating]
Keeping a large truck stable...

is basically about keeping your speed low
and your turns shallow...

so the center of gravity doesn't shift
further than the vehicle can handle.

What are you doing?

Oh, boy. Oh...

[Michael Narrating]
On the other hand, speed and sharp turns...

are exactly what you need...

if you want the truck to jackknife.

Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

[Horns Honking]

[People Shouting]

An abandoned semi truck
will create an effective barricade.

[Horns Honking]

But if you really want to tie up traffic...

it helps to give people a reason
to keep their distance.

- That's a hell of a roadblock, Mike.
- Just drive.

Ms. Glenanne. Agent Jason Bly.

I'm not sure if you remember me. I had some
dealings with you and Mr. Westen several...

I remember you.

Yes. Yes, you clearly do.

I'm on loan here today from the C.S. S...

because of my, uh, experience
with you and Mr. Westen.

Now I assume you've been
informed of your right to legal counsel.

- I don't need a lawyer.
- Oh. That makes things so much simpler.

Okay. Well, I hear you want to confess
to the bombing of the British consulate.

No. Not exactly.

I set one... and only one...
charge in that building.

My target was a man named Larry Sizemore,
a sociopathic C. I.A. Agent.

- As for the other bombs, I had nothing...
- Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.

Just listen. The man you want...
His name is Anson Fullerton.

He planted all the other bombs
in that building. He framed me for it.

- You have to go after him. You need to find him...
- Whoa, whoa.

I don't need to do anything.
Maybe you're not clear how this works.

You see how you're chained to the table?

That's how you know
that you're not in charge here.

So how about this?

I ask, and you answer.

Are you even listening to me?
Anson is getting away as we speak.

- How many N's in "Glenanne"?
- [Kicks Table]

You see what you did?
Now I have to start again.

- You're sure Anson's in a green Jag?
- That's what Jesse said.

We'll find him, Mike. He had to have been in one
of these cars if he was headed to Cutler Bay.

- You gotta keep looking.
- What the hell do you think I'm doing?

Look, Mike,
I know you're pissed, but you gotta know...

that I didn't want to
let Fi turn herself in.

But she was right.
Things were getting out of hand.

You'll never convince me that Fiona giving
herself up was the right thing to do.

- Never.
- Well, that's why we didn't ask you.

I mean, come on, Mike.
What's a guy supposed to do...

when he sees his best friend
heading down the path to hell, huh?

Help you pack? Speed you on your way?

- I knew what I was doing.
- What you were doing was lying to yourself, brother.

- Why can't you see that?
- Stop the car!

- You spotted Anson's wheels?
- I think so.

[Horns Honking]

Traffic here hasn't been stopped long.
He can't be far.

Hey, kid. The guy who was driving this car...
you see where he went?

- You know that dude?
- Yeah, he's, uh... He's a friend of ours.

Well, he just, like,
bailed on his ride, bro.

Headed over there.

Bet he's heading to that chemical plant, Mike.
Good cover for a guy on the run.

- Let's check it out.
- [Cell Phone Rings]

- Mike, who's calling?
- I think I can guess.

[Beeps]

- Anson, where the hell are you?
- You find my car yet?

What are you talking about?
I'm at the C. I.A. Offices...

sorting out the mission you just sabotaged.

Nice try, Michael. I know you, remember?

A massive accident stops traffic.

A massive accident
that miraculously injures no one?

You might as well have held up a sign
that says "Here I am."

Anson, you are not getting away...

Yes, yes, you're gonna hunt me down.
That's why I'm calling.

I'm not sure that that
should be your first priority.

- Oh? What should that be?
- Daryl Jordan.

He's a former patient of mine
and an ex-army ranger.

I treated him for paranoid schizophrenia.

He needed a focus for his violent impulses,
so I suggested you.

He's on his way to
947 Shady Lane right now to...

address his issues.

- Mike, what is it?
- He should be at Madeline's house in 20 minutes...

so you might want to hurry.

I'd hate for you to...

Iose Fiona and your mommy on the same day.

- Pick up. Come on, Mom. Pick up.
- [Line Ringing]

- Mike, hang on a second.
- You've just reached Madeline...

Damn it. Anson has sent a psychopath
to my mother's house, Sam.

- I gotta get back.
- Just think about it, Mike.

She's all the way across town. You just
turned this highway into a parking lot.

- We'll never get there in time.
- I have to try.

Mike, that's just what Anson
would want you to do.

Now here. I'm gonna call Jesse. He can get
to her a hell of a lot faster than we can.

Mike, we finally got this cockroach cornered.
We're not gonna get a second chance...

and you know damn well
your mom would tell you the same thing.

- Hello?
- Jesse, it's Sam. Listen, we got a situation.

- What kind of situation?
- It's Maddy.

You gotta call the cops
and get over there now.

[Woman On TV]
Coming up on Miami News Live...

startling developments related to last
month's attack on the British consulate.

Homeland Security officials announcing the
arrest of an Irish national earlier today.

Her identity is being withheld,
but she did surrender to authorities...

- [Tone Beeping]
- At the downtown federal building on 23rd Street.

It's believed that the suspect will remain in
questioning for the rest of the afternoon.

No word on where she'll
be held after that...

- [Off-hook Tone]
- Or even which jurisdiction will handle this case.

Miami Metro Police,
along with the federal government...

expanding their search
on those responsible for the bombing.

A number of extremist groups
have been flagged for investigation...

but authorities have ruled them out
as far as involvement.

[Reporter Continues, Indistinct]

[Doorknob Rattles]

- [Knocking]
- [Doorknob Rattles]

[Metal Clanking]

[TVContinues, Indistinct]

[Michael Narrating] Hunting for a fugitive
in a large area with a lot of cover...

is less about skill
than it is about manpower.

It doesn't matter
how good an operative you are.

When it comes to a manhunt...

the more people you have
on your side, the better.

Pearce, how long before you get backup here?
Anson's in the area, but we have to move now.

[Pearce] Michael, not only am I dealing
with a burning plane at the airport...

I'm dealing with an operation
that went completely sideways.

It'll be hours before I can get
a team to you, if I can do it at all.

We don't have hours. If we lose this
chance, we may not get another.

I can't just snap my fingers
and make it happen.

As of this morning, no one at the C. I.A.
Knew who Anson Fullerton was.

Nothing is more important than this.
Just give me some support!

- Do whatever it takes.
- [Beeps]

Sounds like it's just us.
So, Mike, if Anson's in that building...

it could take days to track him down.

If we wait for backup, we're gonna lose him.
If he was headed to Cutler Bay...

to meet a boat, chances are
he's already redirected it here.

We probably don't have
more than two hours tops.

Your statement is interesting,
Ms. Glenanne.

Some of it even fits with what we know.

Here's the problem.

Your story is missing a main character.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, we both know that you didn't kill Larry Sizemore...

because you were suddenly overwhelmed
with a desire...

to provide free security
for the British consulate.

You wouldn't have killed Larry
unless you had a good reason...

like, say,
protecting your boyfriend, Michael Westen.

- I'm not with Michael anymore.
- Really?

I'm surprised to hear that.
The two of you were quite the couple.

Not to mention the fact
that I have documented cases...

of you two working
together as recently as...

We have a business relationship,
nothing more.

Look. I understand
your desire to protect him.

But I'm not sure that you understand
the situation that you're in here.

You're going down
for three counts of capital murder.

Now that's a ticket to death row.

But...

you tell me the truth about Michael...

and it doesn't have to be that way.

Michael...

had nothing to do with this.

[Slams Table]

Don't. Don't insult my intelligence.

Look. This isn't personal. All right?

I worked with Michael,
and he has his moments.

I'm just here to get the truth.

Why don't you just tell me?
What's it gonna be?

Fiona, trust me, you need a friend here.

I have enough friends.
You have my statement.

Well, he's not outside the perimeter.

- Safe to say he went in?
- It's his best move.

He'd have a place to hide
and access to the waterfront.

Okay. But how'd he get in?

Anson doesn't seem the type
to scale a fence topped with razor wire.

Maybe he walked through the front door.

Well, how's he gonna do that?

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

- Shot in the back.
- He's dead, Sam.

He's gotta be close.

[Walkie-talkie]
I repeat... shots fired at the main gate.

One man down.
There are two suspects, both armed.

- Mike, that voice... Is that...
- Anson.

Looks like we got company.

- Freeze!
- Oh, crap. Here they come.

Well, Mike, I guess the good news is,
we found him.

Anson could see us at the gate.
He's gotta be in one of those windows.

[Gunshots]

- We gotta get in there, Sam.
- Oh, yeah?

How do you propose to do that
with our new friends outside?

- We're gonna have to go through 'em.
- Whoa, whoa. Mike, slow down.

- I mean, I know you want to nail Anson...
- I am not losing him, Sam!

[Gunshots]

They got both exits covered,
and if this is gonna be a bloodbath...

I'm out, because the guys outside
are just doing their jobs.

Even if they are a little trigger-happy.

That's probably our best way out of here.

- What, getting shot?
- Something like that.

Oh, Mike, no, no.

This is not a good plan.
I don't like this plan.

Well, get ready to like it even less,
'cause I need you to play dead.

I'm hit! I'm hit!
Don't shoot. I'm coming out.

Come out slowly. Hands behind your head.

Don't shoot. I need an ambulance.

- I said hands behind your head!
- I can't.

[Michael Narrating]
It's almost impossible to escape...

when you're being handcuffed by pros.

They're trained to work in pairs
when handcuffing a dangerous suspect.

- Where's the other one?
- He's inside. I think he's dead.

On the ground, now!

- You killed him.
- Arms out!

I can't move my arm.

One cuffs the hostile
while the other covers them both.

Even if you can avoid getting cuffed...

it only buys you a second
before you get shot.

Let him go. I will shoot you.

Boom. Drop the gun.

- Please, I got... I got kids.
- And we want you to go home to them.

But sometimes a second is all you need.

Believe it or not, we're the good guys.

[Phone Line Ringing]

- It's Sam. Leave a message.
- [Beeps]

Hey, man. I'm pulling up to Maddy's.

Good news... the cops are here,
so I'll call you with an update.

[Phone Beeps Off]

Officer. Hey, you're probably here
responding to my call.

Thanks for showing up so quickly.

[Michael Narrating] Clearing a structure
is ideally a team effort.

When you're forced to do it alone,
you have to take special precautions...

like using peripheral
vision to check angles.

[Walkie-talkie. Police Radio Chatter]

But ultimately,
no matter how careful you are...

there's always one angle
you can't see when you're alone...

the one behind you.

Don't move.

Gun down.

[Pistol Clatters]

Where's Michael Westen?

You go first.
The woman who lives here... Where is she?

- You have five seconds to tell me where Michael Westen is.
- Just hold on.

- Five...
- I can help you...

- Four...
- If you help me.

- Three...
- Hold on. Listen to me.

- Two...
- Just listen to me.

- One.
- Hold on!

[Gunshot]

- [Gunshot]
- [Groans]

[Madeline] Jesse, look out!

Are you okay?

You let him count all the way down to one?
Seriously?

Well, the more he talked, the better
my chance of shooting the right guy.

I'm glad you got more than
Christmas ornaments up there.

Yeah.

- Who is he?
- An errand boy.

Mike and Sam are closing in on Anson.

Guess he figured they'd call off the chase
if they were worried about saving you.

What about Fiona?

Is it as bad as the news is saying?

It's worse.

Oh. You again.

Look. No matter how many times we do this,
my story is not going to change.

I'm afraid you're wrong about that,
Ms. Glenanne.

Your story has an ending now.

What is this?

There was an accident.
A truck spun out of control on the highway.

The gas tank was punctured,
and the fuel ignited instantly.

Michael was in the cab of that truck.

And he didn't make it.

You don't really expect me to believe you.

No.

That's why I had
the coroner's report expedited.

[Sighs]

Look. I'm sorry. I-I really am.

I wish that you didn't
have to find out this way.

But I thought you should know
before you throw your life away for him.

I'm gonna give you a moment...

and then we're gonna
go through your story again.

The truth this time.

Okay?

[Handcuffs Ratcheting]

[Sam]
All right. Well, security is regrouping.

And by "regrouping," I mean they're
arming themselves to the teeth...

so we gotta move quick.

I'm Michael. This is Sam.
Now that we're all friends...

I have a couple of
questions I need answered.

I don't want to hurt you,
but that doesn't mean I won't.

Stay... quiet.

How do we get everyone
out of this facility right now?

Whole place is on lockdown
because of what happened out front.

- They're just waiting on the cops to get here.
- Okay, okay. Shut up.

What about a toxic spill?
How do we trigger a full evacuation?

An evacuation?

Oh, God. What are you guys,
some kind of terrorists?

Come on. It's like I said,
we're on the same team.

I'm C. I.A. Sam here is former SEAL.

Look, guys. See? All right?

There's the good guy patch.

So here's the situation. The guy that shot
your friend is loose in this building...

and we gotta flush him out
before he hurts anybody else.

There's a switch for the toxic spill alarm
in the plant manager's office.

- Hey. We have a winner.
- All right.

You're gonna take us there now.

But first you're going to
get all your friends out of the way.

You need to direct them
to the farthest corner of this facility...

away from where we're headed, okay?

Attention all units.
Got a visual on the shooters...

entering the southeast maintenance annex.

Requesting support.

Very good. Let's go.

Now sit tight.

Believe it or not, it's the safest
you've been since breakfast.

When the alarm is triggered
on the east side of the plant...

everyone files out this door.

If I can get here,
I'd be able to see everybody leave.

I like the plan, Mike, but you probably shouldn't
go anywhere looking like the walking dead.

- I need to borrow your uniform.
- You gotta be kidding me.

Ooh. You see that look?
That look means he's not kidding.

I'll need five minutes
to get into position.

[Alarm Blaring]

[Alarm Buzzing]

[Chattering]

What? What?

Nothing. Go.

Wow, Michael.

- Pearce, you made it.
- Okay.

Not sure why I expected
anything less than World War III.

There were only so many options
for Sam and me.

I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.

You certainly didn't
make it easy on the highway.

- What's the situation?
- Anson Fullerton is in the area...

and he's already killed one security guard.

- And the air raid sirens?
- We set off the alarm to clear the building.

Let's go.
Let's move. Ma'am, I'm sorry.

We have a contamination zone.
You're gonna have to clear the area.

Dani Pearce, C. I.A.

Who the hell are you?

- He one of yours?
- Can we have a word? Let's just...

- Mike, good news. I talked to Jesse.
- My mom?

She's okay. It was dicey, but she's okay.

- Any sign of Anson?
- No, he wasn't with any of the employees who evacuated.

A lot of places to hide, Mike. I mean,
we're talking about a needle in a haystack.

- And what are the chances he's even here?
- I don't know, Sam.

But you and I can try to clear
the east side of the plant.

- Pearce and her team...
- [Cell Phone Rings]

[Whistles]

Anson, we were just talking about you.

I'm flattered, but, really,
don't you have better things to do?

Go home, spend time
with the family you have left.

Yeah, a C. I.A. Team has
just arrived, Anson.

- You're not getting out of this.
- That's good, Michael.

Still thinking positively,
still focused on your goals.

It's good to have a focus
for all that anger.

- But I'm afraid you're wrong. Listen to me.
- Oh, believe me, I'm listening.

Coming after me is only
gonna cause you more pain.

I know you think I'm a monster, but...

the fact is, I don't enjoy hurting you.

So do us both a favor and walk away.

Tell them you lost me, and say...

I'm not going anywhere, Anson. I'm gonna
hunt you down, and I'm gonna kill you.

Oh, boy. You're not gonna like
the way this ends.

- I'll take my chances.
- [Beeps]

- [Beeps]
- What was that about?

- What'd he say?
- It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what he said.

What matters is I heard
a turbine in the background.

He's still in the building.

[Pearce] I don't see anything, Michael.
Are you sure?

I'm sure. He's somewhere in the building.
We have to keep looking.

[Sighs]
The C. I.A. Is keeping the police clear...

until they know more about
who Anson was working with.

- We're on our own for now.
- Fine. I'll get him alone if I have to.

[Chattering]

Okay. So three guys?
Seriously? That's all you got?

To hunt a D. I.A. Psychiatrist
on short notice? Yeah, Sam.

I had a hard enough time convincing them
not to send a team after Michael.

You know, it's not lost on me, by the way, that
nobody bothered to tell me about him until now.

No, no, Pearce. You gotta understand...
this guy had us all over a barrel.

- Why do you think Fi...
- There. Right there.

We passed a door on the way to the alarm room.
It was open. Now it's closed, Sam.

Maybe a worker closed it
as they were being evacuated.

No, he's right. Look at the monitor
next to it. It's staring at a wall.

- Somebody turned that camera.
- I heard those mixing tanks over the phone.

- That's where he is.
- Okay. So how do we do this?

- I'm going after him.
- Mike, you can't just barge in there.

Save it, Sam. I'm gonna end this now.

- You're not thinking straight.
- You didn't hear him gloating!

Gloating about how he's gonna
walk away from this...

how he's gonna take
everything away from me!

- I'm not letting this son of a bitch...
- Mike, stand down!

Not this time, Sam. Not this time.

Put that thing down.

I can resolve this right now, Westen.

I'm not letting someone who's pulling guns on
his own team anywhere near Anson Fullerton.

You'll stand down immediately...

or you'll take it up with me.

I won't let him get away, Mike.

Here.

[Alarm Continues]

You man the surveillance cameras.

You see anything, you radio in.

Let's go.

[Alarm Continues]

[Michael Narrating]
An ultra-wideband frequency scanner...

is one of the newer devices in the tool kit
of the tactical breaching team.

It's portable, requires little power...

and can see through doors well enough
to tell you if they're worth kicking down.

Hey, Anson. We know you're in there.

You know you're trapped, so you might want to
do yourself a favor and open up this door.

It'll save us all a lot of headache.

He's probably waiting
to take a shot at us when we go in.

Well, that's why God made
flash-bang grenades.

Open it up.

[Michael Narrating]
Under the right circumstances...

stress can make you hyperaware...
alert to every detail.

It can also make you paranoid
and prone to seeing what you want to see.

[Beeps]

Sam, you there?

Yeah, Mike, we're cutting now.
Is everything all right?

- I'm just gonna check something out.
- What is it?

It's probably nothing.

[Groaning]

- Surprised to see me, Anson?
- You don't want to do this, Michael.

Oh, yes, I do.

[Michael Groaning]

Enough!

Any closer and your friends die.

It's a dead man's switch.

I rewired a detonator,
just in case something like this happened.

Just in case you found me.

The whole building is loaded
with explosives, Michael.

Not to mention the chemicals in the tanks.

If I drop this, if I stop applying...

the 12.5 pounds pressure
required by the trigger... [Spits]

You'll be scraping Sam...

and that pet C. I.A. Agent of yours
off the walls.

- You hurt my friends, you die.
- So you have a choice, Michael.

Capture me, or save your friends.

Back up!

Part of growing up is learning you can't
have everything you want in life, Michael.

[Boat Approaching]

That'd be my ride.

So what's it gonna be?

I thought so.

- Sam, get out of the building.
- Mike, what are you talking about?

- We're almost through.
- I just found Anson.

He's wired the building to explode.

- Get out now!
- It's a trap.

- Then who the hell is in there?
- Guys, help me knock it down.

Oh, damn it. Pearce, get out of here.

- Go!
- [Man] Let's go. Let's go. This way.

[Alarm Beeping]

Back up, pal.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam!

Sa...

[Clicking]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Michael]
Hey, Ma. How you doing?

I'm fine, Michael. Uh, the police are here.

Jesse told me what happened.

I never shot anyone before.

I'm sorry, Ma. I'm really sorry.

- And you... Are you okay?
- Yeah.

What about Fiona?

She's gone.

I gotta go.

Ma, I love you.

- I love you too, Michael.
- [Beeps]

You wanted the C. I.A. To go after Anson...

Well, he just hit the top
of their Most Wanted list.

Good. Now tell them
that he framed Fi and get her out.

- Michael, it's not that simple.
- No, it is exactly that simple.

Right now all we can prove is that Anson
tried to blow up my extraction team.

Does it help her case? Yes.
Is it enough? No.

What if I caught him? Would that be enough?

It's...
[Sighs]

A start.

[Mouths Words]

Well, a start's a start.

Sam, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Mike.

Come on. Let's go. We got work to do.

So this outlines the basics
of Michael's involvement.

You can fill in the details later.

For now, I just need your signature.

I want to see the photos again.

Why do you want to
torture yourself like that?

They were his last moments. Please.

Michael lived a dangerous life,
and it ended in tragedy.

But now you have a chance to live yours.

You said that the, um...

the fuel tank was punctured?

Yes, it ignited, and... that was it.
He never had a chance.

No.

No, the sides of the...

the cab would have been blasted off...

in a pressurized explosion.

The, uh...

The doors are still on their hinges.

This wasn't an accident.

Looks more like a roadblock.

You're a liar.

Michael's alive.

How could you possibly
know that from looking at a photo?

I know explosions.

I know Michael.

And I know that we're done here.

I hope that this "business relationship"...

that you have with Michael is worth it.

Because from the way it looks,
you're gonna die for him.

[Door Closes]