Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 11 - Desperate Measures - 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 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.

Nate, you're the only one
who can get to Anson before he escapes.

- We got him, man.
- It is about time.

No. Nate!

This is a munitions warehouse
in San Miguelito, Panama.

Say hello to the man
who murdered your brother, Nate.

It's him! It's Gray!

Don't move!

I got him. Now we just sit tight
and wait for Card's extraction team.



He said it's already in the air.

Card isn't sending you an extraction team.

- How do you know about Card?
- Who do you think sent me out here?

This was supposed to be
a suicide mission for you.

What is that?

- It sounded like an F-18.
- Card sent an air strike into Panama? That's insane.

Please tell me it's done.

So, what the hell do we do now?

When was your last contact with Tom Card?

Yesterday, 1800 hours.

When is your next contact scheduled?

- It was conditional.
- On what?

My mission being complete.

You mean me and my friends dead.

Yeah, that was the order.

Is there anyone else
looking for us in Panama?

You think I'd know that?

Look, I told you everything
there is to tell. Are we done?

No.

- Tell me about Atlantic City.
- I had an order to take out Anson. I carried it out.

- But you didn't just kill Anson.
- True.

- There was another guy.
- He was my brother.

Yeah. So I heard.

You killed my brother.

- And he wasn't part of this.
- How do you figure?

Last I saw,
he was standing behind Anson with a gun.

He looked pretty proud of himself.

He wasn't the target.
You could've waited for a clean shot.

Clean shot? Man, that was 1900 meters.

Twenty city blocks, with
a light crosswind...

off the roof of a beat-up Toyota Camry,
center mass.

I'd say that's
a once-in-a-lifetime kind of deal.

Mike, don't do it.

He wasn't a target! He was my brother!

No, Mike. Hold on. Hold on.

Where I come from,
we do not execute prisoners.

Say it! He was my brother!

That's right, man. That's right.
And he's gonna get what he deserves.

But you're not killin' him in cold blood.

Come on, Mike.

What did you think the plan was, Sam?

We came here to deal with this son of a bitch!
We need to finish the job!

Well, the job has changed, Fi.

Now we know this doesn't end with him.
Card was the one tryin' to take us out.

- Card is next!
- Right. What are you gonna go after him with?

A rumor?

Right now, this guy is the only weapon
we have against Card...

but we gotta get him back to Miami alive.

How are we gonna do that, Sam? We are
stuck in Central America with nothing.

We are dodging the C. I.A., the F.B. I.,
God knows what else.

The last thing we need
is to be dragging that bastard around...

Then we put a bag over his head and ditch him
somewhere, give ourselves a chance to get home.

Why not have him call Card?

He can tell him we're alive, and he
can put bull's-eyes on our foreheads!

Listen, Mike.

You could've killed this guy back there,
and you didn't.

You know I'm right. He's our play.

Now, I know this is tough, brother,
but we just gotta keep our heads down...

and get ourselves back to the States.

But killin' him now...

It's a mistake.

Yeah, I know it's a mistake.

One I'd enjoy making.

Mrs. Westen?

It's, uh... It's Mrs. Arnold from across the street.

- Hi, Mrs. Westen?
- I'm sorry.

You caught me at a bad time.
I'm in the middle of...

I don't really know how he got my number,
but your nephew is on my phone.

- My nephew?
- Yeah. He wants to talk to you.

Oh. Yes, I'm sorry.
My-My line's been acting up.

Oh, thank you. I'll return it
as soon as I'm through. Thank you so much.

Oh, okay...

- Michael?
- Mom, I'm fine.

I couldn't call your phone.
It might be tapped.

- Look, we have to be quick.
- My phone's tapped? Who's tapping my phone?

I can't get into that. We're in Panama.

Michael, what is going on?

We're finding a plane to get back to Miami,
but we need your help.

The flight has to land secretly.
Sam has a hacker friend. His name...

Why don't you have the C. I.A. Do that?
That-That Tom Card?

- Why don't you call him?
- Mom, he's the reason I'm in trouble.

He's the reason Nate's dead.

He knew I was close to finding out
that he was behind everything...

and he tried to kill us all.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I don't... I don't understand.

I don't have time to
explain everything, Mom.

For now, you're just
gonna have to trust me.

Just act like nothing's happened.
Don't tell Card anything.

Like nothing has happened?

That bastard called me an hour ago...

and asked me to come
back to his office tomorrow.

Please, Mom.
We only have one chance to take him down.

If he figures out we're coming after him,
he will get away with it.

- But, Mom, first you need to...
- Fine.

Just tell me about this guy
you want me to find.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Jack Dixon.

Yeah, he's over there.

Excuse me. Are you Dixon?

Oh, hi. Uh...

Oh, is that your boat down the way?

Is the music too loud?

Can I get you a hot dog?
Maybe a Jell-O shot?

No. I'm... I'm a friend of Sam Axe.

I need a favor.

- Sam.
- Just a sec.

Uh, you said Dixon, right?
'Cause I'm not Dixon.

Hey, has anyone seen Dixon?

Breakin'out

Listen, lady.

Hacking into F.A.A. Records to erase
a flight from Panama? That's crazy.

Are you saying you can't do it?

No, of course I can do it.
That's not the point.

The point is I'm finally out
from my house arrest...

and you're asking me to do
some seriously risky stuff here.

Michael and Sam will pay you back.

It's not about the money.
It's about the principles.

You seem like a nice boy,
so let me tell you about my principles.

If you don't do this, and my son gets
back another way, he's going to kill you.

If he doesn't get home, I will kill you.

Okay. Let's erase this flight.

Fine.

Let's go.

...be locked up.

But the second we get stateside,
you get 10 grand, cash.

Ten grand? For four people and a prisoner?

Whatever, pal.

- Dos cervezas, por favor.
- Mm-hmm.

The cash we got off of Gray
won't get us on a bus, much less a plane.

No one's biting.

I might have a little nibble.

Rico over there.

Flies for his cousin's cargo company.
Sounds all sorts of shady.

They have a flight to Houston tomorrow.

He offered me a ride, for free.
He likes me.

Rico know you got friends?

I was gonna share that little detail
with him once I'm on the plane.

With a gun to his back.

So that's our ride.
Not exactly first-class travel...

but it's better than nothing.

- Eleven armed guards?
- Make it a baker's dozen.

Two more just came out of the hangar.

- What are they guarding?
- Doesn't matter.

We don't have any other options
out of Panama, and we need to leave fast.

You're sure the pilot
can escort you past security?

Trust me. You hide over there.

Once the plane goes through the gate
and hits the taxiway...

I'll get Rico to open the doors,
and you run out and hop on.

Okay. And when the guys with guns see us?

- You run faster.
- Run faster.

People often think
the easiest way past armed guards...

is with high-tech equipment
or serious firepower.

But usually it's through
someone who already has access.

The key is picking an escort
who really likes you.

- And it helps if they're fast on their feet.
- Who's she?

She's my guest.
She's flyin' up to Houston with me.

I didn't hear anything about this.
The boss know?

Of course my cousin knows.
He's the one who approved her.

Why don't you call him?

But I'm warning you, I just talked to him,
and he's not in a good mood.

Hmm?

All right, Rico. Enjoy the flight.

Thank you.

So I get to ride up front with you?

That's right, baby. You're flying V. I.P.

I have never been in a cockpit before.

You know what all these buttons
and switches and knobs are?

I'm a pilot. That's what we do.

Next stop, Houston.

- What are you doing?
- I have a little surprise.

I like surprises.

- Good. You're gonna really enjoy the rest of the day.
- Ah.

Open the back doors now.

Okay. Shady Flight 101 now boarding.
All hijackers proceed to the gate.

Okay, Mike.
That's our cue. Time to boogie.

Move!

- Vamosl
- Vamonosl

Vamonos rapidol

Tell the pilot to head to Miami
through the Rio Duque Valley.

Stay below 4,000 feet.

Fire in the hole!

Back up! Back up!

What the hell are you doing?

Mike!

- Stop the plane!
- I can't! It's too late!

I'm out of runway. We have to take off.

Looks like we missed our flight.

We are not going anywhere
without the men we left on the runway.

Trust me. Your friends
are probably already dead.

Put the plane down now!

I walked you onto this plane.
I helped you rip off my cousin!

- He will not be happy!
- Rico, I want you to understand something.

Either you land this plane
or I land this plane.

And I don't know how to fly a plane.

Efficient cocaine smuggling operations...

can process, package
and distribute their product...

without losing track of a single gram.

They rely on highly trained guards,
controlled access points...

and workers stripped down
so they can't steal their product.

Conveniently...

the same rooms that keep drugs safe
are also great for stashing prisoners.

So this is better than flying to America?

Yeah, well,
I'd rather deal with businessmen...

than some vigilante who's out for revenge.

Look, Gray, I know we're not
each other's biggest fans...

but we got a serious problem here.

We? No. There's no "we."

There's me and the guy who was seconds away
from executing me in that warehouse.

What, you think you can do this alone?

Gray, the only card we have to play here
is that my friends have the plane.

They're the geniuses who just accidentally
ripped off a coke dealer.

I think maybe I'll just take my chances
with these guys, thanks.

Callensel

You have no idea what you're doing.

My cousin will skin you guys alive,
and then he'll do the same thing to me.

- You said you were family.
- I am. And it means nothing!

He stabbed my grandpa.
He chopped off my second cousin's...

Such a buzzkill.

One of the biggest
problems for any drug smuggler...

is the drug detection dog.

Their noses can be up to 10,000 times
more sensitive than a human's...

which makes it necessary
to mask the smell with something else.

In Colombia, that means coffee.

In Panama, it's often the catch of the day.

Fish?

Yeah, fish.

With a little extra seasoning.

So that's about a kilo per fish...

50 fish per crate, eight crates.

- What's that work out to?
- My currency conversion's a little rusty...

but I'll tell you that's
more than enough cocaine to get Mike back.

- We need to hook the plane's radio back up, huh?
- No way!

We're not risking them
finding our position.

Okay. Then we need to find a phone,
call Senor Kingpin.

On the way down here, I saw a road.
It was about half a mile south of here.

Okay, you two hitch a ride
into the nearest town.

I'll stay here with the plane
and Mr. Sunshine in there.

F.A.A. Security
makes it nearly impossible...

to break into the air traffic
control system remotely.

But hackers have a saying...
"Physical access is total access."

The best way to erase computerized records
on an incoming flight...

is to put yourself
in the same room as the computer.

Hey, you're gonna wait outside
while I go in here.

It's the annex.
It's got all the overrides for disasters.

I go in there. I work my magic.
I come out, two minutes tops.

Why are you strolling up
like you're going to the Winn-Dixie?

- Isn't there a security guard?
- Yeah, Albert. He's a friend of my dad's.

- Well, but not today though. Come on.
- What do you mean, not today?

That's not Albert.
If Albert's not here, I can't get in.

He's not the...

You didn't think to call first?

Call? This is incredibly illegal.

- Now come on.
- No! We're not leaving.

This has to happen today.

You're not listening to me, crazy woman.

I can't get in the computer room.

Okay. Um...

Just, uh, tell me everything you know
about your father's friend Albert.

Where the hell is Albert?

Albert? He's not working today.

Don't give me that. I know he's here.

I'm sorry, ma'am. He took a vacation day.

Not according to my friend
Patty at the salon.

She talked to Lucy Peterson...

and she's been telling everybody all over
town she spends her lunch breaks here.

Lady, you got the wrong idea.
He's boating.

Oh, yeah, he's boating... up Lucy Peterson.

Is that where he is?
Is that the little love nest?

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.

I'm the only one in the building, okay?
This is a computer room.

How much is this bastard
paying you to cover for him?

Albert! I know you're in there!

- Ma'am! Ma'am!
- Albert!

I will show you, okay? Excuse me.

- Hi, Alb...
- See?

No Albert.

Because he's on a boat,
just like I told you.

Now, you have to leave.

- Down there.
- Down...

That's where they are.

Ma'am! Ma'am! There's no one down there!

- That's storage, okay?
- Well, I'm not buyin' it!

- Ma'am, please.
- Albert!

Ma'am, please. I will show you every room.

But then you have to leave, okay?

- So?
- Michael and friends are all set.

But wow.
Albert's gonna wish he never went boating.

I just want my son back in one piece.

They say whatever
doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

But when it comes to torture devices,
that's pretty much never true.

The picana electrica delivers shocks
at only one-thousandth of an amp.

It's completely nonlethal.

But at 15,000 volts,
it's so painful, you wish it was.

Oh, great. Haven't seen one of those
since I was in Argentina.

What did you expect? A back rub? Just keep
your mouth shut and let me handle it.

Sorry to make you wait.
I wasn't expecting any visitors.

Of course,
I don't even know your names.

Our names are not important.
What is important...

Your names are important.

You tried to steal my plane.

Let's start all over again, okay?

My name is Ramiro Vasquez.
I'm the owner of the Vasquez Cargo Company.

But... I expect that you already know that.

Now, you're gonna tell me who you are...

who you work for...

and where my plane is headed.

- Can we talk about...
- I'm Michael Westen. This is Tyler Gray.

We don't work for anyone.
Our friends will be calling soon.

If you hand us over unharmed,
you'll get your plane back.

You think you two are worth
more than 400 kilos of cocaine?

I don't think so.

You know, I really didn't
want to have to do this.

I did not at all.

But, I'm going to have to ask you
just one more time.

Where is my plane headed?

Our friends don't want your plane.

They don't want your drugs.

They just want us back safe.
If you just wait...

God!

You didn't answer my question.

What about you, hmm?

You gonna be stubborn like your friend?

Que lastima. All right.

Listen, tough guy. I'm gonna ask you.

Where is my plane headed?

I forget.

Well, that is a sweet ride, Sam.

Can't believe you wasted
most of our cash on that piece of crap.

Quit whinin', will ya?
Had a full tank of gas.

Remind me never to go
car shopping with you.

- Just hope we have enough change.
- Somehow, I don't think that's gonna matter.

Yeesh.

Bingo. Right there.

Hola, chico.

- Hablas ingles?
- Si, poquito.

Ah, excellent. What's your name, buddy?

- Esteban.
- I'm Carlos. How are you?

- This is my friend.
- Tibbs.

They call me Senor Tibbs.

Esteban, that's a nice little phone
you got there.

You think we could
pay you to make a quick call?

No. My dad said no one can use it but me.

Okay. Okay, muchacho. No problem.

Tell you what.
How about I buy that phone off you for $20?

Twenty dollars? Wow! That's a lot of money.

- For a phone.
- Forty.

Forty?

This is all we got. We're stuck in Panama.

Come on, kid. Open up your heart.

Good-bye, Carlos, Senor Tibbs.

Okay. Okay.

So we're gonna have to steal a phone
from a nine-year-old kid.

He forced our hand. Esteban?

Hey, Esteban. Okay.
How about this? How about this?

Twenty dollars
and this cool military scope.

Esteban, this is the latest
in U.S. Government technology.

So this awesome scope and $20
we're offering you for your phone.

Okay.

- What a good kid.
- Gracias.

Gracias.

- Hope Rico gave us the right number.
- All right. Give it to me.

So, you're clever enough
to get through my security.

Then you come tumbling out of the plane...

- Now, why is that?
- What was that last part? My Spanish is a little rusty.

Uh, hyenas?

You know what? Go ahead. Make a joke!

L-l... We had a disagreement.

Si. Quien habla?

Yo soy the guy with your plane.

Oh, thank you for calling. So where is it?

Oh, somewhere between
Costa Rica and Colombia.

But you're not gonna touch it
until I get my friends back.

I hope they're in good shape.

Huh. They're undamaged so far.

So listen. Here's how it's gonna work.

- First you're gonna take some snapshots of my pals.
- That can be arranged.

And then you're gonna drop 'em off
at the Marriott in Panama City...

smack-dab in the middle of the lobby.

When I get a call from them
that they are all fine and dandy...

you get the G.P.S.
Coordinates for your plane.

All right.
That sounds good. But listen.

If I even get a hint that
you're playing tricks on me...

Hey, hey. Stop! Stop!

Stop it right now.

You hurt my friends,
that's a $12 million mistake...

because I will torch your product.

I'm gonna have my men take those photos...

and then we can have
this little deal happen, okay?

Expect my call.

Seems like your friends wanna make a deal.

Are they still in Panama?

Yeah. Why?

Whatever deal his friends just offered you,
I'll beat it.

Gray, shut it.

You let me walk,
I'll get you your coke, your plane...

and a chance to kill
the team that ripped you off.

Finally, something I wanna hear.

You can tell me where my product is?

I heard the route he gave the pilot.

It's more than enough
to track down your plane.

Okay, this is the deal.

I help you, these cuffs come off.

- All right.
- Okay. They were flying to Miami...

northwest up the Rio Duque Valley...

steering clear of the radar towers
at Las Minas and Colon.

All you gotta do is show them
that we're alive...

act like you're gonna make the exchange...

then you will have plenty of time
to find your plane.

You're actually believing
this son of a bitch.

What did I say to you about interrupting, right?

You had your chance to make a deal.

My men will get you the photos shortly...

but I'm gonna need you to return the favor.

I want to make sure that every bit
of my cargo is accounted for.

It's all here.
Gettin' a little gamy, but it's all here.

I'll need pictures.

Every crate?

Of course.

I get the pictures, we make the trade.

There are too many mountains over here...

so they had to land
on that side of the valley.

There aren't that many stretches of road
or clearings big enough to land a plane.

You should have them within a few hours.

I hope for your sake
that I do. Lock him back up.

Helping a drug dealer...

getting four innocent people killed...

- What the hell are you doing, Gray?
- What am I doing?

I am completing my mission.

I'm eliminating four threats
to national security.

National security? We were just trying
to find out who killed my brother.

Look. You were undermining
the entire intelligence establishment.

You were using Anson Fullerton
to compromise...

Why the hell would I work with Anson?
He destroyed my life.

Ah, yes, tell whatever story you want.

I saw your file with my own eyes.

And who gave you the file? Card?

And what was in that file?

Some white paper?
Some untraceable intelligence reports?

He called in an air strike on you, Gray.

No, man. That was meant for you,
pal. He didn't even know I was there.

He didn't care you were there.

I know you're Card's guy.

I've been there myself. I trusted him too.

I know how hard it is to accept the fact
that he played both of us.

There's that "us" again.

We are not on the same side.

Card used me to find Anson.
He used you to kill him.

I didn't see through Card until it was too late.
Do not make the same mistake I made.

It's a nice try, Westen.

I know who you are, and
I know what you are.

The only mistake I made
was not killing you sooner.

Hiding personal feelings...

when coming face-to-face with an enemy...

is one of the biggest challenges
for any operative.

The trick is to mask one
emotion with another...

hiding anger with
excitement, for example...

or ice-cold hatred with motherly concern.

Madeline.

Thank you so much for coming by.

Won't you... Won't you please come in?

I realize how hard
yesterday must've been for you.

Have a seat, please.

And l... I just want you to know...

I feel your pain.

Thank you.

Why am I here? Is something wrong?

It's probably nothing.

But there was a glitch
in our communications.

- Has something happened to Michael?
- No.

No. There's absolutely
no reason to believe that.

I actually wanted to know
if you'd heard from him.

No.

He said he would be unreachable
until he got back.

Right.

I'm gonna go off the record for a second.

I used to leave an emergency phone
with my father...

when I knew that I was gonna be out in the
field for a particularly long stretch.

Couldn't have been more against the rules.

But it's family, right?

You and Michael don't have
anything like that, do you?

No.

- Really?
- No.

It's very important I
get in touch with him.

No special arrangement?

When Michael was away years ago...

I used to wait for a call,
a postcard, anything.

Eventually,
I learned to live without the postcard.

That way, I was never disappointed.

Mrs. Westen, everything is gonna be okay.

Something's wrong.
Vasquez should've called by now.

Not necessarily. Just be patient.

We're sitting on $12 million of stolen cocaine.
It's kind of hard to be patient.

Okay, here we go. See?

Just takes a little faith. Hello?

- Senor Carlos?
- I think it's the kid...

the one we bought the phone from.

Hey, Esteban. What's going on?

There are some angry men looking for you.

They say you stole their plane.

Uh, right. Hey, tell me something.
Do these angry men have guns?

Si. Big guns.

Uh, okay. Well, we gotta go.

Thanks for calling, Esteban.

You stay away from those men
with the guns, okay?

You were right. Something's wrong.
They'll be here any minute.

- We gotta go. We gotta go now.
- What? You can't just back this thing into reverse.

They'll be all over us
before we get up in the air.

Okay, then we'll load the car up,
make a break for it.

No.

We're not running.

I think our best move is
to let Vasquez have his cargo.

Are you out of your mind?

He gets his coke back,
Mike's dead for sure.

Not if I'm on the plane.

It'll fly back to the airfield, past the
guards, right up to the front door.

If I hide in there with a gun,
I can get to Michael in time.

Oh, come on, Fi. That's crazy.

You know it's our best shot.

I'll let you into the compound.
You can back me up.

- Fi, you're sure?
- Just hold Vasquez off long enough for me to get set up.

Okay, we're on it.

An anti-vehicle mine is only effective...

if it stops your target...

which means knocking out
the engine block or a wheel.

If you're short on supplies, a heavy-gauge
slug and some smaller metal projectiles...

should do the trick...

as long as you guess correctly
where the target will be.

They're coming, Fi.

Vasquez has more men than we have bullets.
This better work.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

That was fun. I'm out.

Let's go. Now!

Go after them. Go.

But the road... There are mines.

Go!

You let them get away.

Jefe, I'm sorry, but you saw...

Make sure my product's in that plane
and get us out of here.

We've got some thieves to catch.

Okay.

Okay, this is bad. It's been two hours.

Maybe we should just rush the place...

and see if we can find Mike.

With what? An empty shotgun
and Panama's crappiest car?

Come on, Sam.
We got a plan. Let's stick to it.

Look, how long does it take
to get a damn plane in the air?

Well, you broke the
cockpit radio, remember?

They probably had to fix it,
turn the plane around, take off.

Yeah, or Vasquez decided
to drive his coke back.

Or they found out where Fi was hiding.

Or she's on her way. Bam.

Okay. After you, Mr. Axe.

I believe we have a castle to storm.

All right, listen.

I want this entire shipment repacked
and flying in an hour...

or you guys are digging your own graves,
you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Yeah, good.

- All right, as for you...
- Primo, primo, primo.

- You have to understand. What was I supposed to do?
- All right, listen to me.

I'm not gonna kill you
until I check the entire shipment.

But for every gram that's missing,
you're gonna lose a finger.

And after 10 fingers,
I'm gonna cut off something else.

- You understand me?
- Understood.

The problem with a Trojan horse strategy...

is that sneaking yourself
across enemy lines is only half the battle.

If you make your move
at the wrong moment...

your brilliant scheme
quickly turns into suicide.

Nobody steals from me and lives!

Ultimately, you just have to wait
for a lull in the action...

move fast and keep everyone quiet.

Not a word.

Aw, where's that smile?

You should be happy.

I'm your best chance
of getting out of here in one piece.

Afraid I got some bad news.

Your friends ran off like dogs
when I got to the plane...

so this conversation
is gonna have to go on a little bit longer.

So the plane is where I said it would be.

- We had a deal.
- The deal was for the plane, the product and the thieves!

- Where are they?
- If I were to guess...

halfway to the Costa Rican border,
the embassy.

Hey, listen to me.

They got somebody here? They got a base?
What? Talk. Tell me. Come on!

I can't.
I just don't know them that well.

I had just put the team together
to steal your plane.

I mean, they were the best I could get.

It was a drunk, an ex-con and a...

I think he was a security guard
or something.

So these people you just met...

they hung out here
with $12 million worth of coke for you?

Huh?

What can I say? I'm that charming.

Rico's in the cockpit. At this
point, he wants out more than we do.

- I'll get the plane ready. You guys go get Mike.
- Okay.

I'm gonna find them.

The only question is
how much you're gonna suffer before I do.

Do you understand me? Do you?

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hey!

You having fun over there?

Or you want to catch these thieves?

Every minute that you waste on him...

they keep getting further away.

Okay? I can find them,
but I'm done working on credit.

Give me your cell phone,
put me in front of a computer...

and take off these damn cuffs.

I'll track them down in an hour.

Release him.

- Get the hell away from him.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

We had a deal.

Yeah, well, I decided to renegotiate.

Wait, I thought you said
I was a murderer...

and a traitor and...

The guy who just took 15,000 volts
to save his friends...

is not the guy I read about in that file.

Let's go.

Got any ideas about getting
the rest of the way out of here?

Yeah, run like hell
before they find Vasquez's body.

I don't speak Spanish!

You know, if we live through this...

you should think about
learning some Spanish.

I'll put it on my to do list!

All right, forget the Spanish lessons.
I don't see a way out of here.

What the hell is that?

That is our way out.

Okay, here they come. Let's go.

- What's he doing with you?
- I'll explain later.

Ah!

All right.
You gonna stay in the plane this time?

Just get me the hell out of Panama.

Come on, Rico! Let's go!

When we get back to Miami,
we're gonna keep our heads down.

I'm going after Card, and I'll need help.

Do I have a choice?

You saved my life back there.
You bought yourself a choice.

Well, I got nothing better to do.
Just flushed my career.

- Careers are overrated.
- Right.

It's not like I was saving the world.

You know, going after Card won't be easy.

He sees around corners.
He knows you. He knows me.

That's what I'm counting on.

He'd never suspect that I'm working
with the man who killed my brother.

If I could take that shot back...

You can't.

Just...

Just help me get the man
who gave you that order.

Any bright ideas on how to dispose
of a drug smuggler's plane?

Well, we owe my buddy Dixon.

Maybe he could sell it on eBay.

- You tell her about Gray?
- I didn't want to upset her.

- Who does she think he is?
- A C. I.A. Operative, a pilot.

She doesn't even know what Gray looks like.

- Michael, you have to tell her.
- Fi, what?

Tell her that I'm working with the man
who killed her son?

Yes. I don't like it either.

I need Gray to check in with Card.
Every hour counts.

He's already been missing too long.

You made it back.

Barely. Thank you, Mom.

Did you find the man you were looking for?

Not yet, but soon.

In the spy world...

few moves can be as game-changing...

as turning your target's trusted asset
into your trusted asset.

If it works, you have the ultimate prize...
a double agent.

If it doesn't work, people end up dead.

You know, Card is usually on time.

I told you. He's too paranoid.

That's why we need to
convince him he's won...

so he'll stop looking for us.

So everything is resting
on Gray selling the story?

I guess it's a moot point
if Card doesn't show up.

Maybe we won't have to worry about that.

Hey, you're an hour late.

You're two days late.
I was worried about you there, buddy boy.

Well, I didn't know who I could trust,
so I stayed dark.

You know, it's not too easy to check in...

when you're hitching a ride
on a fishing boat.

You made quite a mess down there.

What happened to the targets? I have people looking.
They can't find a trace.

What? You think I forgot
everything you taught me?

Suddenly I'm gonna leave
a bunch of evidence lying around?

Are you telling me
what I think that you're telling me?

Yeah, I'm saying Michael Westen is dead.

I'm proud of you, kid.