Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 15 - Best Laid Plans - full transcript
Maddie asks Barry for help. Michael's plan to sell an important piece of technology puts Sam in the crossfire when things go awry.
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 FBI...
You know spies --
a 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.
Put the weapon down.
Hands on your head!
Listen to me, Michael.
Gray shot your brother.
He murdered Nate.
I'll hunt you down to the ends
of the earth if I have to.
Then I'll see you there.
There she is.
Bye, sweetheart.
Stay beautiful.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Yeah.
I don't want to hear about it,
Mike. Let's just go.
So, all this is yours?
Yeah. I'm kind of a big deal.
That's how
I'm able to smuggle
freeloading super-spies
to other countries.
They're in the warehouse!
Schmidt, get out here!
I'll give you guys
new identities, passports,
a free trip
to wherever you want to go.
But you guys may have to foot
some of the bill.
We're getting the passports. We
need to know if you're coming.
Because of you, Mike,
the last time I kissed My Lady,
she was crying.
I'll let you know.
One of the toughest tasks
in intelligence work
is learning how to wait.
When meeting an operative
in public,
you have to be
on constant alert
for undercover law enforcement
and surveillance.
But when anyone
could be your enemy,
it's hard to act natural.
Is that book any good?
I've been meaning
to read it.
There are no spies in it.
That's a plus.
I used to bring you and Nate
here when you were little.
He loved the swings.
You couldn't pay him
to get off of them.
Remember?
My arms still hurt
from pushing him.
Eyes forward, Mom.
Remember, just two strangers
chatting in the park.
It's all right.
Nobody followed me here.
I bought a day at the spa,
I sneaked out the back,
and just drove side streets
all the way.
I'm clean.
They're stepping up
the surveillance, Michael.
You've got to
leave Miami.
That's why I wanted to talk.
I need you to find Barry.
You want me to reach out
to a mon-- a money launderer?
Have you heard nothing
I've said?
Riley's watching me all the time.
Please, Mom.
Meet him in the ladies' room
of your lawyer's office
if you have to,
but I need him
to transfer money
from our bank accounts
to these countries.
Moldova... Nauru?
Is that
where you're going?
No, but the accounts
are flagged by the CIA
and everyone they work with.
If we do the transfers, they'll be
searching for us everywhere
except where we're headed.
Is this goodbye?
It's close.
If you need me --
Draw a green "X"
on the bus bench
in Miami Beach --
I got it.
I know physical contact
isn't part of our cover...
But you're the only family
I have left.
If they catch us,
they catch us.
Thank you, Mom,
for everything.
Have a nice time
at the spa?
What are you people
doing here?
Just wanted to make sure your day was
as relaxing as you'd hoped it would be.
You scheduled five hours' worth
of treatments, I understand.
You were at the spa
that whole time?
Of course I was.
Your men were following me --
just ask them.
I did, and they told me
the same thing.
Well, there you go.
But I believe in
checking things out for myself,
so I did some digging.
That's from
southwest 27th Street.
And that's you
behind the wheel.
It's about five blocks
from the spa.
It was taken an hour
into your appointment.
I'd like to show you
something else.
It's the agreement you signed
to be truthful and forthcoming
with the agency,
under penalty of perjury.
So, what happens now?
Now? I'm done
playing games.
Cuff her.
Burn Notice - S06e15
"Best Laid Plans"
Original Air Date on December 6, 2012
An interrogation
typically begins
with deprivation
and discomfort.
That means the thermostat
cranked all the way up,
uncomfortable furniture,
dim lights
that strain the eyes,
and if there's food,
not much of it.
It's all about making sure
you're exhausted and vulnerable
before your interrogator
even sets foot in the door.
My goodness.
Someone forgot to turn the
air conditioner on in here.
I'm sorry
I've kept you waiting.
I needed that.
Do you know what the bit
for an obstruction
of justice charge is?
At your age,
you'll die in prison.
Beats ending up
in a nursing home.
I wouldn't be too sure
about that.
You're helping
an enemy of the state.
You're not gonna get sent to
some medium-security playground.
You'll do hard time
the whole time.
But tell us where your son is,
it doesn't have to be that way.
The last I checked,
the CIA is not allowed
to spy on
an American citizen,
so I don't think I'd be
the only one in trouble here.
You let me out now,
or I'll call my lawyer.
If you think
I would ever let you know
where my son's gonna go,
you're out
of your goddamn mind.
Going to go?
So, he's still in town?
Thanks for all your help,
Mrs. Westen.
Someone will be by
to see you out.
Hey, I'm not trying
to get a fake I.D.
so I can buy Zimas.
No, you don't gouge
Calvin Schmidt.
You -- are you laughing?
Don't laugh at me!
Are you kidding?
Hey.
"Hey," yourself.
Where is everybody?
Fi and Jesse
are doing a perimeter check,
and Schmidt's making
our travel arrangements.
I'm -- I'm actually trying to --
I'm helping you
by calling you a douche bag!
Yes, I am! Yes, I am.
At least,
he's trying to.
I didn't think
you'd be back.
Well,
I wasn't sure myself.
So, I went to see Elsa.
Don't give me any crap
about breaking protocol.
No, Sam, I'm glad that you did.
You should be 'cause she's the one
who convinced me
to stick by you.
She said if I abandoned
my best friend,
then I'm not the guy
she fell in love with.
I don't know what to say.
Thanks.
Don't thank me 'cause I told her
we're not just running.
As soon as we get
someplace safe,
we're gonna sit down and figure
out a way to fix all of this.
So, please, Mike,
don't make me a liar.
I promise you
I'll make this right.
I don't know how, but...
I will make this right, Sam.
Oh, no. No, no.
We have a deal, Mr. Generous.
And I hope that you die
in your sleep tonight!
That didn't sound good.
Getting you guys
out of the country
is gonna be... more expensive
than we originally planned.
How much?
$200,000 a head.
For fake I.D.s?!
Not for fake I.D.s --
for fake identities, okay?
And I'm talking work visas,
credit histories,
and tax returns
going all the way back
to the
Clinton administration.
That's fantastic.
It really is,
except for the part
where it's gonna cost
800 grand.
'Cause there's no way in hell
we can swing that.
Fine, then I suggest
you build a raft
and start
paddling to Cuba...
Stop. Stop, stop.
...Because I have got nothing.
Unless I throw the world's
most amazing bake sale
in the next two --
Schmidt, stop talking!
You still have
pricy merchandise
sitting
in your warehouse, right?
Yes, in the warehouse!
Problem solved.
Oh, wait a minute --
you guys turned it into
a gigantic crime scene.
There's cops all over the place.
You can't even get close.
Let us worry about that.
What's the most expensive thing
that we can carry out?
Well, all right.
Assuming by some miracle
you get by the cops, okay,
there is a compartment
where I keep certain items
that I don't want my
stickier-fingered employees
walking away with.
Tell us
what we're looking for.
You're looking for
a black case about yea big.
I have a client who, upon
delivery, will pay $1 million.
What's in the case?
Call it
"sensitive electronics."
Call your client.
Tell him to expect it tomorrow.
Uh... Mike, I mean, every cop
south of the Mason-Dixon's
looking for you,
so you're not making a cameo
at a crime scene.
And, honestly,
I shouldn't either.
Half the force
knows this chin.
I'll talk to Jesse and Fi.
They're gonna walk
into a suicide situation
just because
you ask them to?
Yeah, that's pretty much
how we roll.
So, look, Schmidty,
make sure you wear
something comfortable tomorrow
'cause you're gonna
help them get it.
Well, I'm no expert,
but I'm guessing a sealed door,
plus three donut-eating cops,
equals a... go-home situation?
Schmidt.
Let's go tell Michael we tried.
Schmidt, can you hush for,
like, two seconds, please?
Fi, check it out.
North wall -- 20 feet up.
Thank you, Miami CSI,
for being out to lunch.
I'm thinking we drive around
back, come up the alley on foot.
Climb the truck,
squirrel through the window.
Wow, sorry, you --
you just said "squirrel"?
Do I look like a guy
who "squirrels"?
Do you really want us
to answer that?
No, I don't.
I was being rhetorical,
handsome.
Large security forces
can work to your advantage
because each individual
thinks everybody else
is paying attention.
So, if you find a hole in
the security, you can get in.
Of course,
if anything goes wrong,
you're surrounded by the same
security forces you snuck past.
Dude,
it's like two feet. Come on.
Okay,
you gonna catch me?
- Yeah, I'll catch you.
- Here we go. Okay.
Great teamwork.
Thank you.
Shh!
Just keep your voice down.
- Now, where the hell is this case?
- Oh.
Follow me.
And... I don't need
the tone, okay?
Okay, okay, okay.
Hold up.
Uh, go six... tiles,
four west, two... north.
Shouldn't you have a parrot
on your shoulder?
Oh.
Hilarious.
Okay.
Look out.
Have at it. I don't do
manual labor.
Oh, I would never
have guessed.
And this thing's
worth a fortune why, exactly?
'Cause that is what someone
is willing to pay for it.
Ah,
and it's heavy as hell.
Lift with your knees.
Aah, I think
I just slipped a disc.
Hola, senoritas!
I missed you.
What the hell are you doing?
What --
What the hell was that?
You think somebody heard that?
Yes, they heard.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I -- I can't go to prison.
I will not
do well in prison.
Look, no one's
going to prison.
We are gonna
bust our way out of here.
Go through the wall
like the kool-aid guy?
What are you, nuts?!
Get in.
Aah!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Okay, drive.
Watch the gates.
Oh!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
All right, go!
Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Jesse, you're driving.
Ooh! Drive,
bald man, drive!
Okay.
Okay.
Is -- is anyone else
at 300 over 140?
'Cause I -- I'm feeling
my heartbeat in my retinas.
Everybody okay?
Yeah, 'cause God
has a sense of humor.
We should be shot!
We should be dead!
Simmer down.
You're gonna blow a gasket.
Oh, don't bother.
He's been like this
the whole way here.
Um... guys?
Looks like the mystery box...
took a few bullets.
Actually,
it took a lot of bullets.
Well, good job,
super friends.
It's destroyed. It's destroyed.
You got to be kidding me.
Mike, this is bad.
This thing was our ticket out.
Sam and Jesse
are picking up some new wheels
in case we have to run.
So, I'm just gonna
go ahead and ask --
what the hell
is that thing?
It was
a remote circuit cutter.
It's for
disabling alarm systems.
How does it work?
How it did work --
it was -- okay, look.
See -- see this?
It's a collimator.
There's three of these.
They fire gamma rays, same as
they use in brain surgery.
And you aim these
at an alarm circuit
and the point
where the beams cross...
Kills all the electronics.
What am I gonna do?
My -- my client
expects delivery on this!
You're still
gonna deliver it.
No, I'm not,
as it is broken.
And unless one of you
has a degree in quantum physics,
there's no way to fix it.
We don't have to fix it.
We just need to make it look
good enough for the hand-off.
Call your client,
buy as much time as you can.
No, my -- my client robs
and kills people for a living.
So, we don't have to feel bad
about ripping him off.
Just for the record,
I think this is a terrible idea,
and I think that you are not
in a rational head space.
Hey!
Yep.
It's me.
Um... Okay.
Well, listen, I-I --
I-I hit some delays.
Uh... I can have this thing
for you next Tuesday, easily.
Okay. Oh, okay.
All right.
Okay, bye.
He says if he doesn't have this
by 4:00 today,
he will shoot me
in the throat.
Well, that doesn't give us
much time to fake this thing.
Well, then,
we better get started.
Mm!
As a spy, you deal with
a lot of dangerous people
and a lot
of dangerous technology.
Since it's a bad idea
to put them together,
you get pretty good at
faking sophisticated hardware.
The good news is that the more
high-end the technology,
the less likely your buyer is
to know how it works.
Hand them a device
that looks right, feels right,
and sounds right,
and it should do the trick.
And adding a listening device
is never a bad idea.
Oh, one more thing --
for luck.
Fi, we already have ears
on the meeting.
The last thing we want
is a gun in Schmidt's hands.
Well, what if something happens
and we don't get there in time?
Fi, we have a plan.
Don't take this personally,
but our plans haven't been
going so well lately.
When you have a full-time
surveillance team on your tail,
it's difficult
to set private meetings.
So, if you need
to arrange a sit-down
with someone
you can't contact directly,
you have to
contact them indirectly.
Barry Burkowski --
I have an appointment.
B-u-r-k... owski.
Burkowski --
no, I don't see you.
What are you
talking about?
I got a call from a nurse
that said I needed to come down
right away
for some tests.
Some tests regarding a,
um...
Aggressive fungus --
in a very sensitive area.
I'm sorry.
We don't have an appointment
for a Barry Burkowski.
Really?
Well, that's too bad for you
because I'm not going anywhere
until I see a doctor and they
tell me that I'm parasite-free.
So, you work it out.
Barry.
Funny running into you.
Mrs. Westen.
What are the odds of --
It was you.
You set
this appointment.
Well, the good news is
you don't have a fungus.
The bad news is...
Michael needs your help.
You mean your fugitive son,
"he who must not be named"?
Yes, him.
Wait a minute,
aren't you supposed to have,
like, a team of 24/7
federal babysitters?
Actually, I do.
In fact, they were nice enough
to drop me off.
Okay,
hold on a second.
I think my brain
just exploded.
What if
they see us talking?
Don't worry.
They're waiting for me in
a coffee shop down the street.
Now, unless you want me
to introduce them
to you personally,
I would suggest
that you hear me out.
Yeah, but, uh...
Let's just do this somewhere
a little more private.
Perfect.
Um... Okay.
Let me
get this straight now.
Mike wants me to throw up
a financial smoke screen
for every agency
in the known universe?
Well, you usually hide money
to avoid the authorities,
so now just...
do the opposite.
"Do the opposite."
There could be
some serious blowback here.
You know, that never stopped
Michael from helping you.
How many times
has he saved your ass?
Three, four times?
I have saved his, too.
All right, well,
I've helped save.
Fine, look,
I'm gonna do it.
Good -- 'cause it needs
to be done today.
All right.
Now... I need you to bring the
account numbers to this address.
This is my loft
in the design district.
Be careful.
Make sure you're not followed.
All right,
thanks, Barry.
Oh, and, Mrs. Westen,
one thing --
the next time
that you set up a meeting
with somebody
in a doctor's office,
just go with something easy like...
gluten allergy.
'Cause the fungus
down under...
...freaked me out.
Good to know.
Thanks.
I can't do this,
all right?
Yes, you can. See?
The gizmo looks as good as new.
This'll be a cakewalk.
Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.
You don't have to stare
into the abyss of Thorne's eyes
and try to rip him off.
Take a breath.
Good, now describe
how a meeting usually goes.
So, I show up.
Uh... I say hi.
Sometimes he says hi --
not usually.
And then I give him
the merchandise.
He gives me the cash.
And you
go your separate ways.
Yes. B-but what if he asks me
to demonstrate how this works?
Has he ever
asked that before?
No, but he --
then don't explain anything.
Just give him the case,
take the money, walk away.
Like it's any other deal.
But this not any other deal,
is it?
B-because
in any other deal,
I'm not selling him
a broken box for $1 million.
W-where's the gun
in this?
Fiona said
she put a gun in here.
How does it come out?
Hold on.
There's a gun
underneath that panel,
but don't even think
about going for it.
'Cause the chances
of you blowing off your big toe
are much better
than hitting Thorne.
Now, we got to go.
Schmidt, when in doubt,
keep your mouth shut.
Okay.
Uh... I assume
the Mike in this is working
and you guys
can all hear me.
Uh, if I die today,
my ghost will haunt
your children's children.
It'll be like one of those
Japanese movie ghosts, too --
like the little girl
floating.
Really creepy.
Michael, are you sure
he's gonna be able to sell this?
Seriously, Mike,
dude looks like a hot mess.
He'll sell it.
He has no choice.
Get ready --
I think our buyer's here.
Thorne.
You look well... armed.
What can I say?
I always come prepared.
I missed you,
little buddy.
If I didn't know better,
I'd swear you were ducking me.
Why would I duck
my favorite client?
Where the hell you been?
Oh, you know,
doing my thing.
Uh... there was a whole backup
with my warehouse --
Yeah, whatever.
I didn't ask you for your life story.
Are we gonna do this, or what?
Yes. Uh, I believe
this is yours.
Okay.
My, oh, my.
She is a thing of beauty.
Yeah.
Hey.
What the hell's up
with this?
What... the hell's...
up with what?
The specs I gave you said
that the housing
was supposed to be
platinum.
Wait, what?
In almost any operation,
there's a moment
when everything
hangs in the balance,
when a dribble of sweat,
a clumsy answer,
or even a stutter
could get you killed.
Why didn't I use platinum?
Yes.
Because, look,
this is tungsten.
Okay, th-this keeps
the gamma rays from leaking
better than platinum.
Tungsten's
all the rage now.
Is that so?
Yes, that's so.
Damn it, walk away.
I told him
to walk away.
Take the money
and walk away, Schmidt.
In fact, my tech said so,
who, by the way,
completely upgraded
the calibration
and guidance systems
free of charge.
And, y-you know,
that's why you come to me.
I go the extra mile --
You showed this to a tech?
What tech?
He's cool! He's cool, okay?
He's a Professor.
He does this kind of stuff
all the time.
It's not a big deal.
It's a huge deal because
it's not what I asked for!
Sorry.
Schmidty, if this
has a bunch of changes,
I don't know if I'm still
gonna be able to use it.
That's why he said
he is coming here
to walk you through
the whole thing.
He's on his way
right now.
Did he just say his tech
is on his way?
What the hell
is he talking about?
We got to go in.
No, no. Hold off.
Hold off.
If they're waiting on a tech,
let's just give them one.
Everybody
watch my back.
No, Sam, you're not going in there.
You don't know how it works.
No, Schmidt gave me
the whole spiel on how it works.
I'll be fine.
I'm not putting you
in that position, Sam.
Well, you're not -- I am.
I got this.
Good luck.
Thanks, brother.
I don't see this tech.
He's coming.
He's coming.
When, Christmas?
I don't like this.
I don't like this
at all.
I say we take him
out to the Everglades
and find us an alligator. Grab him.
Okay, listen --
wait! He --
afternoon, gentlemen.
Oh, there he is.
Hey. Hey!
Hey, guy.
Glad you made it.
Yeah, so am I.
Hey, geniuses,
thanks for setting up a meeting
in the middle
of rush hour.
Settle down.
What's your name?
Dr. Charles Finley.
Schmidt said you
wanted to review my work.
Most of the upgrades, frankly,
are gonna go...
way over your head,
but the operation is the same.
Guidance and calibration
have been revamped.
Most importantly, though,
the collimator velocity --
that's the story
of the day.
Okay, save it, Einstein.
We were planning a little
dry run with the cutter anyway.
You're coming with.
Oh, well,
that's not possible.
See, I'm just here
to show you how this works.
I've got important research
to get back --
Your beakers will be there
when you get back, Doc.
Let's go.
This is crazy.
Just listen to me.
You want to
test the cutter?
That's fine.
We'll book some time at my lab.
We'll do it
the right way.
We can do it your way
when you make the rules.
Today's my day.
Get in the truck.
Well, we need to know
where we're going first.
Never mind that --
you'll find out.
No, no!
Not "never mind."
Not even close.
Look, if I'm breaking into
some nuclear facility,
I've got to know.
Okay.
The place
is called Pharmatech.
It's in Fort Lauderdale.
They're closed on the weekends.
As long as the toy works on
the back door, you'll be fine.
In case you forgot,
this thing doesn't work.
They're going to kill us.
Just stay calm, okay?
My friends are listening in --
they'll help us out.
So, what now?
We get to Pharmatech
and set something up
before they get there.
That's off A1A --
it's got to be 45 minutes away.
I'll have us there
in 30.
Banking security algorithms
look for anything unusual --
transfers in large amounts,
on the same day,
or to multiple countries
at the same time.
Do any one of those,
and you might get red-flagged.
Do all of them, and you'll send
the authorities looking for you
anywhere you want them to.
One more transfer to the bank
in Moldova, and we're done.
CIA and Interpol --
they're gonna be
chasing their tails
hunting for Mike like a --
Yo. What?
Whoa, come again?
Where are they now?
Okay. Thanks for the tip.
What was that?
My little bird at the Miami P.D.
just informed me
that there's a federal raid
scheduled for here
in 10 minutes.
I thought you told me
these transfers
couldn't be traced
back to you!
They can't!
They must have followed you.
No way in hell,
Barry!
Did you phone anyone?
Anyone at all?!
No... one important.
No, I had to cancel
a tanning session
and an O2 session --
that's it.
You're a known associate
of Michael Westen's.
All of these cancellations is
probably what tipped them off.
Yeah, well, you know,
sue me for not wanting
to screw over my manscapist.
You know, hanging out
with your family
is like having
a venereal disease --
it's the gift
that just keeps on giving.
You're right. It's my fault.
I should probably never have
brought these here.
Look, technically,
it's Mike's fault, okay?
But we can
do this blame game later.
There is a fire escape
off the east sun porch, so go.
Aren't you coming?
No!
These hard drives are not
gonna slag themselves.
Plus, I've got my ledger,
my files --
I'm not
leaving you behind!
Yes, you are, Mrs. Westen.
Now go.
Seriously, there's no point
in both of us getting caught!
Get out of here!
Go! Scram!
I-I'm sorry, Barry.
Tell Mike he owes me --
again!
Hello.
Mrs. Westen,
in the last 10 minutes
I've received calls
from Scotland Yard, Interpol,
and some jackass
in the Moldovan army.
They're all
deploying assault teams
based on new leads
on your son's whereabouts.
The thing is, each lead is in
a different corner of the globe.
Sounds like you've got
a lot of important,
pissed-off people
on your hands.
Why are you calling me?
Because you put Burkowski
up to this.
Really?
What makes you say that?
I found three cigarette butts
in his ash tray.
They happen to be
your favorite brand.
And once the DNA work
comes back,
I'll have proof
that you were involved.
You've crossed the rubicon,
Mrs. Westen, and now I --
Looks like
we beat them here.
Okay. Thorne said they're gonna be
doing the test on the back door.
How do you
want to play it?
If they're following
the speed limits,
we've got about 10 minutes
before they get here.
I say we shoot this out.
Fi, these guys have machine
guns. Sam would get killed.
Well, Sam will be killed for sure
when that circuit cutter doesn't work.
She's right, Mike. There's no way
of turning off the alarms from the inside.
Then we'll do it
from the inside.
Do you think
the two security guards
might have something to say
about that?
I guess
we'll find out.
Spies love buildings
with assigned parking spaces.
If you need to
talk your way past security,
they give you the name
of the company's employees,
their positions,
and even how powerful they are,
all with just a stroll
through the parking lot.
Hello!
Building's closed
on Saturdays.
Yeah, I know.
We actually work here.
I'm Don Sterling
on the third floor.
I lost my wallet,
and Roger here
demagnetized his key.
Cellphone.
I'm sorry. I can't let you guys in.
We understand
you got a job to do.
We totally
respect that --
we have this huge presentation
for an FDA bigwig on Monday.
We're a little
behind the eight ball.
Look, I wish
I could help you guys out.
If you want to
talk to my supervisor,
I could give you his number.
I get it --
I totally understand.
You are such an idiot!
Don, this is all your fault.
I'm an idiot? My fault?
If you hadn't been drinking your lunch
out of a Martini glass
all week,
we wouldn't be
in this mess in the first place.
That's rich coming from
"Roger Dodger,"
who's been dead weight
since day one!
What'd you call me?
"Dead weight"!
Dead weight?
I'm dead weight?
I'm dead weight?
Dead weight, day one!
Hey, break it up!
Hey! Break it up!
Break it up!
Break it up!
Look, we're not
gonna hurt you,
but we need you to take us
to the control room now.
Find it yourself.
Seriously.
They're here.
We need to turn off
those alarms now.
Okay.
Frick and Frack are gonna make
us do this the hard way.
The schematics
to their security system.
Now, the main chip
to the keypad is here,
six inches back from the wall.
You think you can handle that?
Does a black hole suck?
Okay, Professor, show me
what that bad boy can do.
Is there a whiff
of a plan here,
or is this like a wait-and-die
kind of situation?
Just keep it together.
I saw Fi's car on the way in.
We just got to buy them time
to figure something out.
Grab the keys.
See that light there?
That means
the alarm is armed.
Turn it off.
No problemo.
Just realize it takes about a
minute and a half to calibrate.
Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up --
we can't stand here all day.
And we can't rush this,
either.
It's not like I'm programming
a coffee maker.
So, please stand by.
Schematics, please?
Come on, guys.
Please, tell me which key it is.
We're trying to save a man's
life here -- two, if it matters.
Go to hell.
Look, I get it --
you hate us.
More to the left.
And... Ah! Too far.
You know what I think?
I think you're
trying to rip me off
by selling me
this piece of crap.
Do you know that every time you
distract me, you slow me down?
Do you realize that?
So, let me just do my work,
please.
Move!
Time's up, Professor.
I said do it -- now.
There we go.
Turned it off --
just like I said.
Hmm.
That was un-fun.
Well, Thorne,
it has been fun.
But we're
gonna wrap it up.
Yeah, we're not
wrapping anything up just yet.
I mean, your buddy here
did such a bang-up job,
I'm gonna
need him tomorrow, too.
You want him
on the heist?!
What are you, high?
That's not part of the deal.
Schmidt, buddy, I thought
you went the extra mile
for your clients?
I'll tell you what -- I'll throw
in an extra $100k as a bonus.
Uh, look.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Come on, I'm a scientist,
not a master thief.
So, if you can
just take us home.
You go home
after you do the job,
or you don't go home at all,
Professor.
Let's go.
Like terrorists,
organized criminals,
tend to be cautious
about the people they work with
right before a major operation.
They watch you when you eat,
post someone outside the door
when you go to the bathroom,
and force you
to sleep under lock and key.
That is,
assuming you can sleep.
Sam. Hey, Sam!
Jesus. What the hell
are you doing?
Look, every time
I close my eyes,
I-I see bullets flying
and blood and entrails and --
Okay, just stop.
I don't know how you can
just lie there, slumbering away,
knowing that tomorrow
we're helping a psychopath
with a heist with a piece
of equipment that does not work.
Okay, look, the bug in the
cutter doohickey is still on,
so once Mike hears
what those jokers are up to,
he'll come back
and save us.
Yeah, 'cause everything
he's touched has come up aces.
You watch it.
Shut up and go to sleep.
The last thing we need
is to be stumbling around
like a couple
of zombies tomorrow.
Do you mind
if we trade cots?
Go to sleep, Schmidt.
Up and at them, ladies.
Game time.
All right, listen up.
I just heard from my guy.
Turns out the trade show
is much bigger than we thought.
The Miami Gem Center
is holding -- and wait for it --
$90 million worth of stones
in their vaults.
Now, so far,
all the guard shift changes
are are happening as scheduled.
What are you doing?
Well, it sounds like you've got
a busy day planned.
I mean, you want to make sure
this puppy is charged, right?
We go at 7:00 a.m.
Joey, you park the car here
on 27th.
We set up here.
Guys.
Nick, you cut through
the east gate...
Guys,
Sam's back online.
...on my command.
Greg, Tommy, and I rush in
and 86 the guards.
Now, the only thing standing
between us and early retirement
is a couple of
$10-an-hour corpses.
But that all depends on you,
Professor.
There's a Miami P.D. station
a half a mile away.
You don't kill those alarms,
cops show up under 30 seconds.
That's 28 seconds longer
than you'll live.
Well, I sure appreciate
the pep talk,
but I got a bone to pick
with your plan.
What's that?
The east wall in the gem center
is a nightmare.
You got your PBX switch,
you got your HVAC controls --
they're all housed there.
So, yes, I can kill the alarm,
but there's no guarantee
that I won't set off the fire
sprinklers at the same time.
So, what are you saying?
Well, I'm saying
that the service entrance
would be a hell of a lot easier
to break into.
Here?
That means we'd have to walk
all the way around the block
with the gear, genius.
You want your jewels?
You want to
get in and out clean?
Trust me --
it'll be worth it.
Get me there at 7:00,
you'll be cutting through that
door at 7:05 on the button.
Okay.
We do it your way.
Just make sure it goes quick.
Yeah, speaking of which,
we want our cash in the van.
Not that I don't appreciate
your hospitality,
but we go our separate ways
when the job is over.
You think
I'm gonna stiff you?
Well, you did
change the deal on us once.
Y-you did kidnap us
at gunpoint.
You shut up.
Okay.
Fine.
The money will be in the van.
Let's grab our gear and move.
Did he just --
he just called our play.
Look.
The back side of the gem center
is over here,
out of sight from where they'll
park the getaway van.
The van that Sam just made sure
would be stuffed with cash.
Sam, you brilliant
son of a bitch.
I'll never admit
that I said that.
Whether you're a spy
or a thief,
the first priority
in assaulting a building
is remaining concealed.
If you hit the building
early on a Sunday morning,
you won't have traffic
or pedestrians to worry about.
And if you arrive dressed as a
state-contracted cleaning crew,
anyone who does see you
won't give you a second look.
Your nest egg will be here with
your buddy when we get back.
Hey, Steve, if Schmidt
even looks at you sideways,
you shoot him.
Let's move.
Looks like they only
left the driver in the van.
Yeah, I count four
on team heist.
Judging by those big-ass bags,
I'd say they're loaded for bear.
Fi, you need to be
in place by 7:05.
The timing
will have to be perfect.
I'll be fine.
Take care of yourself.
You, too.
Yes, and I will also
take care of myself.
The best way
to engage your enemy
isn't always
with a gun in your hand.
Hey, buddy.
How about a car wash, huh?
Come off as harmless and weak,
and you can get close
to your target
without him getting suspicious.
Come on, I got kids.
Hey, man, I said stop it.
All right? Hey!
And that's when you strike.
Th-that was like
ninja-warrior stuff, man.
You're welcome.
Grab the cash.
Is he dead?
No, but you'll be
if you don't hurry up and move!
Sorry.
Okay, Professor, let her rip.
Come on, already.
Okay,
that should do it.
You sure?
Yeah, go ahead.
Open the door.
You'll hear the sweet sound
of nothing.
Let me just, uh,
pack this up.
For an operative,
smuggling a gun into a mission
is only half the battle.
The real trick is getting to it
when you need it.
It's not the kind of thing
where you get a second chance,
so when you make your move,
you better make it count.
Does that sound like nothing to you?
Drop the gun!
That goes for all of you.
Drop it right down.
Turn around.
Back up. Let's go.
Straight back.
Let's go.
Same with you.
Gun in the water.
Let's go!
Do it,
or I put one in his head.
Hurry up! Come on, move it!!
Let's go!
Back to the wall.
Face the wall. Eat it.
You really think
you can rip me off?
I'm not
ripping anybody off, Thorne.
That circuit cutter
is yours to keep,
so consider our transaction
complete.
Have a good one.
What are you doing?
Get back to the van!
Let's go!
What the hell?
No!
On your knees!
Hands on your head now.
Get on the ground!
Son of a bitch.
Okay.
I talked to my guy.
He will be able to get you
to Buenos Aires.
Just waiting on the passports,
but it's all taken care of.
I'd say
that calls for a toast.
Yeah, none for me.
None for you?
Weren't you the one
singing love ballads
to this Tequila
at your warehouse?
Oh, well, thank you
for offering me my own alcohol.
That's -- that's generous,
but I'm not in the mood.
Oh, come on, pal.
Lighten up -- one little pop.
One thing that I'm not to you or
you or any of your ilk is a pal.
Ouch.
Hey, Schmidt, you know
what I was just thinking about?
Remember that one time
when we saved your life?
Oh, yeah, I do.
Oh, you know what?
That doesn't count
when you're the guys
who almost got me killed.
You destroyed my warehouse.
I'm ripping off my clients.
You guys ruined me.
And you know
what I call people who do that?
I call them enemies.
That's what I call them.
Well, for what it's worth,
we're the kind of enemies
who won't forget
what you did for us.
Yeah. The kind of enemies
you can call on anytime.
Seriously, man.
Thank you.
Okay, fine. I'll do --
I'll do your dumb toast,
but only
because I cannot wait
for all of you to get
the hell out of my country.
Well, we'll take it.
Here's to
seeing the world.
May the skin of your bum
never cover a drum.
Right.
Leaving signals in public
is a time-honored way
for spies to communicate
in the field.
It's reliable and easy,
but the downside is you have to
check for messages
on a constant basis.
Michael,
the bench -- green "X."
And if you see one,
you have to hurry to a rally
point as fast as you can...
...and hope
that it's not too late.
Mom,
is everything all right?
We saw the signal.
No.
- Everything isn't all right.
- What happened?
Did the transfers --
No, no,
the transfers are fine.
But Riley has Barry.
And she knows I'm the one
who put him up to it.
Can she prove?
She has DNA -- something.
I don't know.
She's coming after me now.
I'm so sorry, mom.
It doesn't matter.
I'm really,
really sorry.
It's all right.
You're doing
the best you can, honey.
I'll find
a place to live.
I've got, um... I've got
a friend from high school.
I mean, I haven't...
talked to her in years,
but I could
probably stay there.
Madeline,
you can't stay in Miami.
Well, what am I
supposed to do?!
You'll come with us.
We're already
having cover I.D.s made.
We'll make one more.
Michael,
do I look like somebody
who's ready for a life
on the run?
Please, Mom.
I need you
to do this.
Why?
'Cause I promised Sam
I would make this right,
and I can't do that
with you in prison.
Because you're the only family
I have left.
Well, I'm not
going anywhere cold.
I mean it.
Deal.
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 FBI...
You know spies --
a 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.
Put the weapon down.
Hands on your head!
Listen to me, Michael.
Gray shot your brother.
He murdered Nate.
I'll hunt you down to the ends
of the earth if I have to.
Then I'll see you there.
There she is.
Bye, sweetheart.
Stay beautiful.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Yeah.
I don't want to hear about it,
Mike. Let's just go.
So, all this is yours?
Yeah. I'm kind of a big deal.
That's how
I'm able to smuggle
freeloading super-spies
to other countries.
They're in the warehouse!
Schmidt, get out here!
I'll give you guys
new identities, passports,
a free trip
to wherever you want to go.
But you guys may have to foot
some of the bill.
We're getting the passports. We
need to know if you're coming.
Because of you, Mike,
the last time I kissed My Lady,
she was crying.
I'll let you know.
One of the toughest tasks
in intelligence work
is learning how to wait.
When meeting an operative
in public,
you have to be
on constant alert
for undercover law enforcement
and surveillance.
But when anyone
could be your enemy,
it's hard to act natural.
Is that book any good?
I've been meaning
to read it.
There are no spies in it.
That's a plus.
I used to bring you and Nate
here when you were little.
He loved the swings.
You couldn't pay him
to get off of them.
Remember?
My arms still hurt
from pushing him.
Eyes forward, Mom.
Remember, just two strangers
chatting in the park.
It's all right.
Nobody followed me here.
I bought a day at the spa,
I sneaked out the back,
and just drove side streets
all the way.
I'm clean.
They're stepping up
the surveillance, Michael.
You've got to
leave Miami.
That's why I wanted to talk.
I need you to find Barry.
You want me to reach out
to a mon-- a money launderer?
Have you heard nothing
I've said?
Riley's watching me all the time.
Please, Mom.
Meet him in the ladies' room
of your lawyer's office
if you have to,
but I need him
to transfer money
from our bank accounts
to these countries.
Moldova... Nauru?
Is that
where you're going?
No, but the accounts
are flagged by the CIA
and everyone they work with.
If we do the transfers, they'll be
searching for us everywhere
except where we're headed.
Is this goodbye?
It's close.
If you need me --
Draw a green "X"
on the bus bench
in Miami Beach --
I got it.
I know physical contact
isn't part of our cover...
But you're the only family
I have left.
If they catch us,
they catch us.
Thank you, Mom,
for everything.
Have a nice time
at the spa?
What are you people
doing here?
Just wanted to make sure your day was
as relaxing as you'd hoped it would be.
You scheduled five hours' worth
of treatments, I understand.
You were at the spa
that whole time?
Of course I was.
Your men were following me --
just ask them.
I did, and they told me
the same thing.
Well, there you go.
But I believe in
checking things out for myself,
so I did some digging.
That's from
southwest 27th Street.
And that's you
behind the wheel.
It's about five blocks
from the spa.
It was taken an hour
into your appointment.
I'd like to show you
something else.
It's the agreement you signed
to be truthful and forthcoming
with the agency,
under penalty of perjury.
So, what happens now?
Now? I'm done
playing games.
Cuff her.
Burn Notice - S06e15
"Best Laid Plans"
Original Air Date on December 6, 2012
An interrogation
typically begins
with deprivation
and discomfort.
That means the thermostat
cranked all the way up,
uncomfortable furniture,
dim lights
that strain the eyes,
and if there's food,
not much of it.
It's all about making sure
you're exhausted and vulnerable
before your interrogator
even sets foot in the door.
My goodness.
Someone forgot to turn the
air conditioner on in here.
I'm sorry
I've kept you waiting.
I needed that.
Do you know what the bit
for an obstruction
of justice charge is?
At your age,
you'll die in prison.
Beats ending up
in a nursing home.
I wouldn't be too sure
about that.
You're helping
an enemy of the state.
You're not gonna get sent to
some medium-security playground.
You'll do hard time
the whole time.
But tell us where your son is,
it doesn't have to be that way.
The last I checked,
the CIA is not allowed
to spy on
an American citizen,
so I don't think I'd be
the only one in trouble here.
You let me out now,
or I'll call my lawyer.
If you think
I would ever let you know
where my son's gonna go,
you're out
of your goddamn mind.
Going to go?
So, he's still in town?
Thanks for all your help,
Mrs. Westen.
Someone will be by
to see you out.
Hey, I'm not trying
to get a fake I.D.
so I can buy Zimas.
No, you don't gouge
Calvin Schmidt.
You -- are you laughing?
Don't laugh at me!
Are you kidding?
Hey.
"Hey," yourself.
Where is everybody?
Fi and Jesse
are doing a perimeter check,
and Schmidt's making
our travel arrangements.
I'm -- I'm actually trying to --
I'm helping you
by calling you a douche bag!
Yes, I am! Yes, I am.
At least,
he's trying to.
I didn't think
you'd be back.
Well,
I wasn't sure myself.
So, I went to see Elsa.
Don't give me any crap
about breaking protocol.
No, Sam, I'm glad that you did.
You should be 'cause she's the one
who convinced me
to stick by you.
She said if I abandoned
my best friend,
then I'm not the guy
she fell in love with.
I don't know what to say.
Thanks.
Don't thank me 'cause I told her
we're not just running.
As soon as we get
someplace safe,
we're gonna sit down and figure
out a way to fix all of this.
So, please, Mike,
don't make me a liar.
I promise you
I'll make this right.
I don't know how, but...
I will make this right, Sam.
Oh, no. No, no.
We have a deal, Mr. Generous.
And I hope that you die
in your sleep tonight!
That didn't sound good.
Getting you guys
out of the country
is gonna be... more expensive
than we originally planned.
How much?
$200,000 a head.
For fake I.D.s?!
Not for fake I.D.s --
for fake identities, okay?
And I'm talking work visas,
credit histories,
and tax returns
going all the way back
to the
Clinton administration.
That's fantastic.
It really is,
except for the part
where it's gonna cost
800 grand.
'Cause there's no way in hell
we can swing that.
Fine, then I suggest
you build a raft
and start
paddling to Cuba...
Stop. Stop, stop.
...Because I have got nothing.
Unless I throw the world's
most amazing bake sale
in the next two --
Schmidt, stop talking!
You still have
pricy merchandise
sitting
in your warehouse, right?
Yes, in the warehouse!
Problem solved.
Oh, wait a minute --
you guys turned it into
a gigantic crime scene.
There's cops all over the place.
You can't even get close.
Let us worry about that.
What's the most expensive thing
that we can carry out?
Well, all right.
Assuming by some miracle
you get by the cops, okay,
there is a compartment
where I keep certain items
that I don't want my
stickier-fingered employees
walking away with.
Tell us
what we're looking for.
You're looking for
a black case about yea big.
I have a client who, upon
delivery, will pay $1 million.
What's in the case?
Call it
"sensitive electronics."
Call your client.
Tell him to expect it tomorrow.
Uh... Mike, I mean, every cop
south of the Mason-Dixon's
looking for you,
so you're not making a cameo
at a crime scene.
And, honestly,
I shouldn't either.
Half the force
knows this chin.
I'll talk to Jesse and Fi.
They're gonna walk
into a suicide situation
just because
you ask them to?
Yeah, that's pretty much
how we roll.
So, look, Schmidty,
make sure you wear
something comfortable tomorrow
'cause you're gonna
help them get it.
Well, I'm no expert,
but I'm guessing a sealed door,
plus three donut-eating cops,
equals a... go-home situation?
Schmidt.
Let's go tell Michael we tried.
Schmidt, can you hush for,
like, two seconds, please?
Fi, check it out.
North wall -- 20 feet up.
Thank you, Miami CSI,
for being out to lunch.
I'm thinking we drive around
back, come up the alley on foot.
Climb the truck,
squirrel through the window.
Wow, sorry, you --
you just said "squirrel"?
Do I look like a guy
who "squirrels"?
Do you really want us
to answer that?
No, I don't.
I was being rhetorical,
handsome.
Large security forces
can work to your advantage
because each individual
thinks everybody else
is paying attention.
So, if you find a hole in
the security, you can get in.
Of course,
if anything goes wrong,
you're surrounded by the same
security forces you snuck past.
Dude,
it's like two feet. Come on.
Okay,
you gonna catch me?
- Yeah, I'll catch you.
- Here we go. Okay.
Great teamwork.
Thank you.
Shh!
Just keep your voice down.
- Now, where the hell is this case?
- Oh.
Follow me.
And... I don't need
the tone, okay?
Okay, okay, okay.
Hold up.
Uh, go six... tiles,
four west, two... north.
Shouldn't you have a parrot
on your shoulder?
Oh.
Hilarious.
Okay.
Look out.
Have at it. I don't do
manual labor.
Oh, I would never
have guessed.
And this thing's
worth a fortune why, exactly?
'Cause that is what someone
is willing to pay for it.
Ah,
and it's heavy as hell.
Lift with your knees.
Aah, I think
I just slipped a disc.
Hola, senoritas!
I missed you.
What the hell are you doing?
What --
What the hell was that?
You think somebody heard that?
Yes, they heard.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I -- I can't go to prison.
I will not
do well in prison.
Look, no one's
going to prison.
We are gonna
bust our way out of here.
Go through the wall
like the kool-aid guy?
What are you, nuts?!
Get in.
Aah!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Okay, drive.
Watch the gates.
Oh!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
All right, go!
Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Jesse, you're driving.
Ooh! Drive,
bald man, drive!
Okay.
Okay.
Is -- is anyone else
at 300 over 140?
'Cause I -- I'm feeling
my heartbeat in my retinas.
Everybody okay?
Yeah, 'cause God
has a sense of humor.
We should be shot!
We should be dead!
Simmer down.
You're gonna blow a gasket.
Oh, don't bother.
He's been like this
the whole way here.
Um... guys?
Looks like the mystery box...
took a few bullets.
Actually,
it took a lot of bullets.
Well, good job,
super friends.
It's destroyed. It's destroyed.
You got to be kidding me.
Mike, this is bad.
This thing was our ticket out.
Sam and Jesse
are picking up some new wheels
in case we have to run.
So, I'm just gonna
go ahead and ask --
what the hell
is that thing?
It was
a remote circuit cutter.
It's for
disabling alarm systems.
How does it work?
How it did work --
it was -- okay, look.
See -- see this?
It's a collimator.
There's three of these.
They fire gamma rays, same as
they use in brain surgery.
And you aim these
at an alarm circuit
and the point
where the beams cross...
Kills all the electronics.
What am I gonna do?
My -- my client
expects delivery on this!
You're still
gonna deliver it.
No, I'm not,
as it is broken.
And unless one of you
has a degree in quantum physics,
there's no way to fix it.
We don't have to fix it.
We just need to make it look
good enough for the hand-off.
Call your client,
buy as much time as you can.
No, my -- my client robs
and kills people for a living.
So, we don't have to feel bad
about ripping him off.
Just for the record,
I think this is a terrible idea,
and I think that you are not
in a rational head space.
Hey!
Yep.
It's me.
Um... Okay.
Well, listen, I-I --
I-I hit some delays.
Uh... I can have this thing
for you next Tuesday, easily.
Okay. Oh, okay.
All right.
Okay, bye.
He says if he doesn't have this
by 4:00 today,
he will shoot me
in the throat.
Well, that doesn't give us
much time to fake this thing.
Well, then,
we better get started.
Mm!
As a spy, you deal with
a lot of dangerous people
and a lot
of dangerous technology.
Since it's a bad idea
to put them together,
you get pretty good at
faking sophisticated hardware.
The good news is that the more
high-end the technology,
the less likely your buyer is
to know how it works.
Hand them a device
that looks right, feels right,
and sounds right,
and it should do the trick.
And adding a listening device
is never a bad idea.
Oh, one more thing --
for luck.
Fi, we already have ears
on the meeting.
The last thing we want
is a gun in Schmidt's hands.
Well, what if something happens
and we don't get there in time?
Fi, we have a plan.
Don't take this personally,
but our plans haven't been
going so well lately.
When you have a full-time
surveillance team on your tail,
it's difficult
to set private meetings.
So, if you need
to arrange a sit-down
with someone
you can't contact directly,
you have to
contact them indirectly.
Barry Burkowski --
I have an appointment.
B-u-r-k... owski.
Burkowski --
no, I don't see you.
What are you
talking about?
I got a call from a nurse
that said I needed to come down
right away
for some tests.
Some tests regarding a,
um...
Aggressive fungus --
in a very sensitive area.
I'm sorry.
We don't have an appointment
for a Barry Burkowski.
Really?
Well, that's too bad for you
because I'm not going anywhere
until I see a doctor and they
tell me that I'm parasite-free.
So, you work it out.
Barry.
Funny running into you.
Mrs. Westen.
What are the odds of --
It was you.
You set
this appointment.
Well, the good news is
you don't have a fungus.
The bad news is...
Michael needs your help.
You mean your fugitive son,
"he who must not be named"?
Yes, him.
Wait a minute,
aren't you supposed to have,
like, a team of 24/7
federal babysitters?
Actually, I do.
In fact, they were nice enough
to drop me off.
Okay,
hold on a second.
I think my brain
just exploded.
What if
they see us talking?
Don't worry.
They're waiting for me in
a coffee shop down the street.
Now, unless you want me
to introduce them
to you personally,
I would suggest
that you hear me out.
Yeah, but, uh...
Let's just do this somewhere
a little more private.
Perfect.
Um... Okay.
Let me
get this straight now.
Mike wants me to throw up
a financial smoke screen
for every agency
in the known universe?
Well, you usually hide money
to avoid the authorities,
so now just...
do the opposite.
"Do the opposite."
There could be
some serious blowback here.
You know, that never stopped
Michael from helping you.
How many times
has he saved your ass?
Three, four times?
I have saved his, too.
All right, well,
I've helped save.
Fine, look,
I'm gonna do it.
Good -- 'cause it needs
to be done today.
All right.
Now... I need you to bring the
account numbers to this address.
This is my loft
in the design district.
Be careful.
Make sure you're not followed.
All right,
thanks, Barry.
Oh, and, Mrs. Westen,
one thing --
the next time
that you set up a meeting
with somebody
in a doctor's office,
just go with something easy like...
gluten allergy.
'Cause the fungus
down under...
...freaked me out.
Good to know.
Thanks.
I can't do this,
all right?
Yes, you can. See?
The gizmo looks as good as new.
This'll be a cakewalk.
Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.
You don't have to stare
into the abyss of Thorne's eyes
and try to rip him off.
Take a breath.
Good, now describe
how a meeting usually goes.
So, I show up.
Uh... I say hi.
Sometimes he says hi --
not usually.
And then I give him
the merchandise.
He gives me the cash.
And you
go your separate ways.
Yes. B-but what if he asks me
to demonstrate how this works?
Has he ever
asked that before?
No, but he --
then don't explain anything.
Just give him the case,
take the money, walk away.
Like it's any other deal.
But this not any other deal,
is it?
B-because
in any other deal,
I'm not selling him
a broken box for $1 million.
W-where's the gun
in this?
Fiona said
she put a gun in here.
How does it come out?
Hold on.
There's a gun
underneath that panel,
but don't even think
about going for it.
'Cause the chances
of you blowing off your big toe
are much better
than hitting Thorne.
Now, we got to go.
Schmidt, when in doubt,
keep your mouth shut.
Okay.
Uh... I assume
the Mike in this is working
and you guys
can all hear me.
Uh, if I die today,
my ghost will haunt
your children's children.
It'll be like one of those
Japanese movie ghosts, too --
like the little girl
floating.
Really creepy.
Michael, are you sure
he's gonna be able to sell this?
Seriously, Mike,
dude looks like a hot mess.
He'll sell it.
He has no choice.
Get ready --
I think our buyer's here.
Thorne.
You look well... armed.
What can I say?
I always come prepared.
I missed you,
little buddy.
If I didn't know better,
I'd swear you were ducking me.
Why would I duck
my favorite client?
Where the hell you been?
Oh, you know,
doing my thing.
Uh... there was a whole backup
with my warehouse --
Yeah, whatever.
I didn't ask you for your life story.
Are we gonna do this, or what?
Yes. Uh, I believe
this is yours.
Okay.
My, oh, my.
She is a thing of beauty.
Yeah.
Hey.
What the hell's up
with this?
What... the hell's...
up with what?
The specs I gave you said
that the housing
was supposed to be
platinum.
Wait, what?
In almost any operation,
there's a moment
when everything
hangs in the balance,
when a dribble of sweat,
a clumsy answer,
or even a stutter
could get you killed.
Why didn't I use platinum?
Yes.
Because, look,
this is tungsten.
Okay, th-this keeps
the gamma rays from leaking
better than platinum.
Tungsten's
all the rage now.
Is that so?
Yes, that's so.
Damn it, walk away.
I told him
to walk away.
Take the money
and walk away, Schmidt.
In fact, my tech said so,
who, by the way,
completely upgraded
the calibration
and guidance systems
free of charge.
And, y-you know,
that's why you come to me.
I go the extra mile --
You showed this to a tech?
What tech?
He's cool! He's cool, okay?
He's a Professor.
He does this kind of stuff
all the time.
It's not a big deal.
It's a huge deal because
it's not what I asked for!
Sorry.
Schmidty, if this
has a bunch of changes,
I don't know if I'm still
gonna be able to use it.
That's why he said
he is coming here
to walk you through
the whole thing.
He's on his way
right now.
Did he just say his tech
is on his way?
What the hell
is he talking about?
We got to go in.
No, no. Hold off.
Hold off.
If they're waiting on a tech,
let's just give them one.
Everybody
watch my back.
No, Sam, you're not going in there.
You don't know how it works.
No, Schmidt gave me
the whole spiel on how it works.
I'll be fine.
I'm not putting you
in that position, Sam.
Well, you're not -- I am.
I got this.
Good luck.
Thanks, brother.
I don't see this tech.
He's coming.
He's coming.
When, Christmas?
I don't like this.
I don't like this
at all.
I say we take him
out to the Everglades
and find us an alligator. Grab him.
Okay, listen --
wait! He --
afternoon, gentlemen.
Oh, there he is.
Hey. Hey!
Hey, guy.
Glad you made it.
Yeah, so am I.
Hey, geniuses,
thanks for setting up a meeting
in the middle
of rush hour.
Settle down.
What's your name?
Dr. Charles Finley.
Schmidt said you
wanted to review my work.
Most of the upgrades, frankly,
are gonna go...
way over your head,
but the operation is the same.
Guidance and calibration
have been revamped.
Most importantly, though,
the collimator velocity --
that's the story
of the day.
Okay, save it, Einstein.
We were planning a little
dry run with the cutter anyway.
You're coming with.
Oh, well,
that's not possible.
See, I'm just here
to show you how this works.
I've got important research
to get back --
Your beakers will be there
when you get back, Doc.
Let's go.
This is crazy.
Just listen to me.
You want to
test the cutter?
That's fine.
We'll book some time at my lab.
We'll do it
the right way.
We can do it your way
when you make the rules.
Today's my day.
Get in the truck.
Well, we need to know
where we're going first.
Never mind that --
you'll find out.
No, no!
Not "never mind."
Not even close.
Look, if I'm breaking into
some nuclear facility,
I've got to know.
Okay.
The place
is called Pharmatech.
It's in Fort Lauderdale.
They're closed on the weekends.
As long as the toy works on
the back door, you'll be fine.
In case you forgot,
this thing doesn't work.
They're going to kill us.
Just stay calm, okay?
My friends are listening in --
they'll help us out.
So, what now?
We get to Pharmatech
and set something up
before they get there.
That's off A1A --
it's got to be 45 minutes away.
I'll have us there
in 30.
Banking security algorithms
look for anything unusual --
transfers in large amounts,
on the same day,
or to multiple countries
at the same time.
Do any one of those,
and you might get red-flagged.
Do all of them, and you'll send
the authorities looking for you
anywhere you want them to.
One more transfer to the bank
in Moldova, and we're done.
CIA and Interpol --
they're gonna be
chasing their tails
hunting for Mike like a --
Yo. What?
Whoa, come again?
Where are they now?
Okay. Thanks for the tip.
What was that?
My little bird at the Miami P.D.
just informed me
that there's a federal raid
scheduled for here
in 10 minutes.
I thought you told me
these transfers
couldn't be traced
back to you!
They can't!
They must have followed you.
No way in hell,
Barry!
Did you phone anyone?
Anyone at all?!
No... one important.
No, I had to cancel
a tanning session
and an O2 session --
that's it.
You're a known associate
of Michael Westen's.
All of these cancellations is
probably what tipped them off.
Yeah, well, you know,
sue me for not wanting
to screw over my manscapist.
You know, hanging out
with your family
is like having
a venereal disease --
it's the gift
that just keeps on giving.
You're right. It's my fault.
I should probably never have
brought these here.
Look, technically,
it's Mike's fault, okay?
But we can
do this blame game later.
There is a fire escape
off the east sun porch, so go.
Aren't you coming?
No!
These hard drives are not
gonna slag themselves.
Plus, I've got my ledger,
my files --
I'm not
leaving you behind!
Yes, you are, Mrs. Westen.
Now go.
Seriously, there's no point
in both of us getting caught!
Get out of here!
Go! Scram!
I-I'm sorry, Barry.
Tell Mike he owes me --
again!
Hello.
Mrs. Westen,
in the last 10 minutes
I've received calls
from Scotland Yard, Interpol,
and some jackass
in the Moldovan army.
They're all
deploying assault teams
based on new leads
on your son's whereabouts.
The thing is, each lead is in
a different corner of the globe.
Sounds like you've got
a lot of important,
pissed-off people
on your hands.
Why are you calling me?
Because you put Burkowski
up to this.
Really?
What makes you say that?
I found three cigarette butts
in his ash tray.
They happen to be
your favorite brand.
And once the DNA work
comes back,
I'll have proof
that you were involved.
You've crossed the rubicon,
Mrs. Westen, and now I --
Looks like
we beat them here.
Okay. Thorne said they're gonna be
doing the test on the back door.
How do you
want to play it?
If they're following
the speed limits,
we've got about 10 minutes
before they get here.
I say we shoot this out.
Fi, these guys have machine
guns. Sam would get killed.
Well, Sam will be killed for sure
when that circuit cutter doesn't work.
She's right, Mike. There's no way
of turning off the alarms from the inside.
Then we'll do it
from the inside.
Do you think
the two security guards
might have something to say
about that?
I guess
we'll find out.
Spies love buildings
with assigned parking spaces.
If you need to
talk your way past security,
they give you the name
of the company's employees,
their positions,
and even how powerful they are,
all with just a stroll
through the parking lot.
Hello!
Building's closed
on Saturdays.
Yeah, I know.
We actually work here.
I'm Don Sterling
on the third floor.
I lost my wallet,
and Roger here
demagnetized his key.
Cellphone.
I'm sorry. I can't let you guys in.
We understand
you got a job to do.
We totally
respect that --
we have this huge presentation
for an FDA bigwig on Monday.
We're a little
behind the eight ball.
Look, I wish
I could help you guys out.
If you want to
talk to my supervisor,
I could give you his number.
I get it --
I totally understand.
You are such an idiot!
Don, this is all your fault.
I'm an idiot? My fault?
If you hadn't been drinking your lunch
out of a Martini glass
all week,
we wouldn't be
in this mess in the first place.
That's rich coming from
"Roger Dodger,"
who's been dead weight
since day one!
What'd you call me?
"Dead weight"!
Dead weight?
I'm dead weight?
I'm dead weight?
Dead weight, day one!
Hey, break it up!
Hey! Break it up!
Break it up!
Break it up!
Look, we're not
gonna hurt you,
but we need you to take us
to the control room now.
Find it yourself.
Seriously.
They're here.
We need to turn off
those alarms now.
Okay.
Frick and Frack are gonna make
us do this the hard way.
The schematics
to their security system.
Now, the main chip
to the keypad is here,
six inches back from the wall.
You think you can handle that?
Does a black hole suck?
Okay, Professor, show me
what that bad boy can do.
Is there a whiff
of a plan here,
or is this like a wait-and-die
kind of situation?
Just keep it together.
I saw Fi's car on the way in.
We just got to buy them time
to figure something out.
Grab the keys.
See that light there?
That means
the alarm is armed.
Turn it off.
No problemo.
Just realize it takes about a
minute and a half to calibrate.
Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up --
we can't stand here all day.
And we can't rush this,
either.
It's not like I'm programming
a coffee maker.
So, please stand by.
Schematics, please?
Come on, guys.
Please, tell me which key it is.
We're trying to save a man's
life here -- two, if it matters.
Go to hell.
Look, I get it --
you hate us.
More to the left.
And... Ah! Too far.
You know what I think?
I think you're
trying to rip me off
by selling me
this piece of crap.
Do you know that every time you
distract me, you slow me down?
Do you realize that?
So, let me just do my work,
please.
Move!
Time's up, Professor.
I said do it -- now.
There we go.
Turned it off --
just like I said.
Hmm.
That was un-fun.
Well, Thorne,
it has been fun.
But we're
gonna wrap it up.
Yeah, we're not
wrapping anything up just yet.
I mean, your buddy here
did such a bang-up job,
I'm gonna
need him tomorrow, too.
You want him
on the heist?!
What are you, high?
That's not part of the deal.
Schmidt, buddy, I thought
you went the extra mile
for your clients?
I'll tell you what -- I'll throw
in an extra $100k as a bonus.
Uh, look.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Come on, I'm a scientist,
not a master thief.
So, if you can
just take us home.
You go home
after you do the job,
or you don't go home at all,
Professor.
Let's go.
Like terrorists,
organized criminals,
tend to be cautious
about the people they work with
right before a major operation.
They watch you when you eat,
post someone outside the door
when you go to the bathroom,
and force you
to sleep under lock and key.
That is,
assuming you can sleep.
Sam. Hey, Sam!
Jesus. What the hell
are you doing?
Look, every time
I close my eyes,
I-I see bullets flying
and blood and entrails and --
Okay, just stop.
I don't know how you can
just lie there, slumbering away,
knowing that tomorrow
we're helping a psychopath
with a heist with a piece
of equipment that does not work.
Okay, look, the bug in the
cutter doohickey is still on,
so once Mike hears
what those jokers are up to,
he'll come back
and save us.
Yeah, 'cause everything
he's touched has come up aces.
You watch it.
Shut up and go to sleep.
The last thing we need
is to be stumbling around
like a couple
of zombies tomorrow.
Do you mind
if we trade cots?
Go to sleep, Schmidt.
Up and at them, ladies.
Game time.
All right, listen up.
I just heard from my guy.
Turns out the trade show
is much bigger than we thought.
The Miami Gem Center
is holding -- and wait for it --
$90 million worth of stones
in their vaults.
Now, so far,
all the guard shift changes
are are happening as scheduled.
What are you doing?
Well, it sounds like you've got
a busy day planned.
I mean, you want to make sure
this puppy is charged, right?
We go at 7:00 a.m.
Joey, you park the car here
on 27th.
We set up here.
Guys.
Nick, you cut through
the east gate...
Guys,
Sam's back online.
...on my command.
Greg, Tommy, and I rush in
and 86 the guards.
Now, the only thing standing
between us and early retirement
is a couple of
$10-an-hour corpses.
But that all depends on you,
Professor.
There's a Miami P.D. station
a half a mile away.
You don't kill those alarms,
cops show up under 30 seconds.
That's 28 seconds longer
than you'll live.
Well, I sure appreciate
the pep talk,
but I got a bone to pick
with your plan.
What's that?
The east wall in the gem center
is a nightmare.
You got your PBX switch,
you got your HVAC controls --
they're all housed there.
So, yes, I can kill the alarm,
but there's no guarantee
that I won't set off the fire
sprinklers at the same time.
So, what are you saying?
Well, I'm saying
that the service entrance
would be a hell of a lot easier
to break into.
Here?
That means we'd have to walk
all the way around the block
with the gear, genius.
You want your jewels?
You want to
get in and out clean?
Trust me --
it'll be worth it.
Get me there at 7:00,
you'll be cutting through that
door at 7:05 on the button.
Okay.
We do it your way.
Just make sure it goes quick.
Yeah, speaking of which,
we want our cash in the van.
Not that I don't appreciate
your hospitality,
but we go our separate ways
when the job is over.
You think
I'm gonna stiff you?
Well, you did
change the deal on us once.
Y-you did kidnap us
at gunpoint.
You shut up.
Okay.
Fine.
The money will be in the van.
Let's grab our gear and move.
Did he just --
he just called our play.
Look.
The back side of the gem center
is over here,
out of sight from where they'll
park the getaway van.
The van that Sam just made sure
would be stuffed with cash.
Sam, you brilliant
son of a bitch.
I'll never admit
that I said that.
Whether you're a spy
or a thief,
the first priority
in assaulting a building
is remaining concealed.
If you hit the building
early on a Sunday morning,
you won't have traffic
or pedestrians to worry about.
And if you arrive dressed as a
state-contracted cleaning crew,
anyone who does see you
won't give you a second look.
Your nest egg will be here with
your buddy when we get back.
Hey, Steve, if Schmidt
even looks at you sideways,
you shoot him.
Let's move.
Looks like they only
left the driver in the van.
Yeah, I count four
on team heist.
Judging by those big-ass bags,
I'd say they're loaded for bear.
Fi, you need to be
in place by 7:05.
The timing
will have to be perfect.
I'll be fine.
Take care of yourself.
You, too.
Yes, and I will also
take care of myself.
The best way
to engage your enemy
isn't always
with a gun in your hand.
Hey, buddy.
How about a car wash, huh?
Come off as harmless and weak,
and you can get close
to your target
without him getting suspicious.
Come on, I got kids.
Hey, man, I said stop it.
All right? Hey!
And that's when you strike.
Th-that was like
ninja-warrior stuff, man.
You're welcome.
Grab the cash.
Is he dead?
No, but you'll be
if you don't hurry up and move!
Sorry.
Okay, Professor, let her rip.
Come on, already.
Okay,
that should do it.
You sure?
Yeah, go ahead.
Open the door.
You'll hear the sweet sound
of nothing.
Let me just, uh,
pack this up.
For an operative,
smuggling a gun into a mission
is only half the battle.
The real trick is getting to it
when you need it.
It's not the kind of thing
where you get a second chance,
so when you make your move,
you better make it count.
Does that sound like nothing to you?
Drop the gun!
That goes for all of you.
Drop it right down.
Turn around.
Back up. Let's go.
Straight back.
Let's go.
Same with you.
Gun in the water.
Let's go!
Do it,
or I put one in his head.
Hurry up! Come on, move it!!
Let's go!
Back to the wall.
Face the wall. Eat it.
You really think
you can rip me off?
I'm not
ripping anybody off, Thorne.
That circuit cutter
is yours to keep,
so consider our transaction
complete.
Have a good one.
What are you doing?
Get back to the van!
Let's go!
What the hell?
No!
On your knees!
Hands on your head now.
Get on the ground!
Son of a bitch.
Okay.
I talked to my guy.
He will be able to get you
to Buenos Aires.
Just waiting on the passports,
but it's all taken care of.
I'd say
that calls for a toast.
Yeah, none for me.
None for you?
Weren't you the one
singing love ballads
to this Tequila
at your warehouse?
Oh, well, thank you
for offering me my own alcohol.
That's -- that's generous,
but I'm not in the mood.
Oh, come on, pal.
Lighten up -- one little pop.
One thing that I'm not to you or
you or any of your ilk is a pal.
Ouch.
Hey, Schmidt, you know
what I was just thinking about?
Remember that one time
when we saved your life?
Oh, yeah, I do.
Oh, you know what?
That doesn't count
when you're the guys
who almost got me killed.
You destroyed my warehouse.
I'm ripping off my clients.
You guys ruined me.
And you know
what I call people who do that?
I call them enemies.
That's what I call them.
Well, for what it's worth,
we're the kind of enemies
who won't forget
what you did for us.
Yeah. The kind of enemies
you can call on anytime.
Seriously, man.
Thank you.
Okay, fine. I'll do --
I'll do your dumb toast,
but only
because I cannot wait
for all of you to get
the hell out of my country.
Well, we'll take it.
Here's to
seeing the world.
May the skin of your bum
never cover a drum.
Right.
Leaving signals in public
is a time-honored way
for spies to communicate
in the field.
It's reliable and easy,
but the downside is you have to
check for messages
on a constant basis.
Michael,
the bench -- green "X."
And if you see one,
you have to hurry to a rally
point as fast as you can...
...and hope
that it's not too late.
Mom,
is everything all right?
We saw the signal.
No.
- Everything isn't all right.
- What happened?
Did the transfers --
No, no,
the transfers are fine.
But Riley has Barry.
And she knows I'm the one
who put him up to it.
Can she prove?
She has DNA -- something.
I don't know.
She's coming after me now.
I'm so sorry, mom.
It doesn't matter.
I'm really,
really sorry.
It's all right.
You're doing
the best you can, honey.
I'll find
a place to live.
I've got, um... I've got
a friend from high school.
I mean, I haven't...
talked to her in years,
but I could
probably stay there.
Madeline,
you can't stay in Miami.
Well, what am I
supposed to do?!
You'll come with us.
We're already
having cover I.D.s made.
We'll make one more.
Michael,
do I look like somebody
who's ready for a life
on the run?
Please, Mom.
I need you
to do this.
Why?
'Cause I promised Sam
I would make this right,
and I can't do that
with you in prison.
Because you're the only family
I have left.
Well, I'm not
going anywhere cold.
I mean it.
Deal.