Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 16 - Odd Man Out - 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.

- Mike, what'd you do?
- I did what I had to, Sam.

You killed Tom Card,
and your friends helped you escape.

You are now enemies
of the United States of America.

I didn't betray my country.
I was trying to protect it.

I don't care.

I need a little favor, Dixon. I gotta get
in touch with that guy you told me about.

The smuggler... Schmidt was his name?

The guy you said could move
anything or anybody.



We need the whole package... new identities
in a foreign country and safe passage there.

- Can you do that?
- Yes. Yes.

Anything smuggleable, I smuggle.

Riley's coming after me now.
She knows I'm helping you.

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.

- How soon can we leave?
- Terms of the arrangement may have changed.

You guys may have to foot some of the bill.

What's the most expensive thing
that we can carry out of your warehouse?

Call it "sensitive electronics."

I have a client who, upon delivery,
will pay one million dollars.

You got the money,
but you destroyed my warehouse.

I'm ripping off my clients.
You guys ruined me.

I cannot wait for all of you to get the hell
out of my house and out of the country.

Here's to seeing the world.

In the intelligence world...

when an operation demands
that you disappear...

it's understood that
you will disappear entirely.

You can't have anything
that links you to your former life...

no credit history,
no communication with friends...

and nothing with your old name on it.

That's hard enough for an intelligence
professional to deal with.

For a civilian, it's nearly impossible.

- I'm gonna need that too.
- No!

I-I started this address book
before I got married.

- I don't wanna do this.
- Mom, we're getting new lives, new identities.

We can't have any links to the old ones.

I understand. But, you know...

if there was an emergency or something,
we should be able to call someone.

This can't be how this works.
I mean, surely there must be arrangements.

Madeline, this isn't
like witness protection.

We're not being hidden by the government.
We're running from them.

There's no one to make arrangements.
It's just us.

I know what it's like to leave somebody
without saying good-bye.

But it has to be this way.

What will, um...

What will everybody think?

Well, with any luck,
they'll think you died.

And my grandson?

Nate's little boy has
already lost his father.

He shouldn't have to
grow up without family.

We can't risk contacting them.

It's for his safety as
much as it is for ours.

So when do I get this new identity?

Jesse and Sam are working on it right now.

We'll all be safe soon, Ma.

When you're on the run...

and you're planning on doing
some serious international travel...

you need to be prepared to put together
some top-notch travel documents.

Making a fake I.D. That can reliably
cross the border these days...

isn't just a matter of getting special
paper and a hologram sticker.

You need some very
expensive high technology.

Unfortunately, the people who
sell that kind of technology...

tend to be very unpleasant
and very well-armed.

Hey, fellas. Your boss is expecting us.

Not liking the goon squad.

You sure we can't buy
these passport chips somewhere else?

Look, Schmidt said this guy Vanek...

is the only other smuggler in town
who can get his hands on them.

So we either buy from Vanek,
or we stay in Miami.

Yeah, I get that.
But why isn't Schmidt here helping us out?

He had some kind of falling-out
with this guy a while back.

I guess smugglers are as territorial
as a pack of wolves.

- Oh, that makes me feel so much better.
- Look, we've got the cash.

Vanek has the chips, okay?
We get in, we get out, we go.

- Who the hell are you?
- Hey. How are ya?

Uh, Schmidt sent us.

We're here for the chips...
the, uh, passport chips.

Yeah? Where's Schmidt?

Schmidt?
Oh, he had a thing. He, uh...

Yeah, he's a busy little guy. Couldn't make it.
You know how it is.

But we got the money,
you got the chips, so let's just do this.

- I don't know you. I'm not dealing with you.
- Okay, listen. Hang on.

- Schmidt said this was cool.
- I told Schmidt...

that he had to come and grovel
for the chips himself.

I want the satisfaction of seeing
that little toad squirm.

This conversation is over.

Okay, listen. I understand that
there was some bad blood between you...

Bad blood? Bad blood
doesn't even begin to describe it.

You have any idea how much business...

that little bastard has
cost me over the years?

Well, look, that has nothing
to do with us, okay?

We're just some guys who wanna
get out of the country as fast as possible.

Look, I'm sure $200,000
is more than enough...

for you to put your feelings
about Schmidt aside.

It's not about the money.

Okay, how about $300,000?
Now can it be about the money?

Make it 400,000, and we'll talk.

$400,000.

Okay, now... Are we in business?

It's nothing personal, you understand.

Just Schmidt needs to be reminded
who the top dog is.

Oh, that's great. We'll
be sure to tell him.

I want you to tell him...

that I intend to put his pathetic
little enterprise out of its misery.

I've already taken over his contacts
in China and the Yemen...

and I'm closing a deal
with the South Koreans even as we speak.

- Duly noted.
- Please give this to Schmidt with my warmest regards.

Oh, and give him this, as well.

No, no, no, no. Sam. Sam.

Go on. Take a shot.

- Sam, I think it's time to go.
- It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

Please, enjoy the rest of your day.

- He made it sound a lot easier on the way in.
- Yeah.

Remind me to talk to Schmidt about that.

One of the biggest
challenges of being a fugitive is security.

When you're being hunted, you have to
be on your guard around the clock.

If you're hiding in a safe house...

that means keeping an eye out the window,
having your weapon ready...

and spending some quality time
in front of perimeter cams.

And sometimes, just as important
as keeping your enemy out...

is holding your team in.

Oh. I thought you were gone.

I thought you went to pick up passports...

with everybody else.

I figured they could handle
that one without me.

I volunteered to stay behind
and keep an eye on the house.

Keep an eye on the house or on me?

That's what I thought.

- I have an errand I have to run.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

Maybe I can take care of it for you?

I don't think so.

I would like to go see Nate's grave
one last time before we leave.

Maddy, yeah, that's... that's...

The C. I.A.'s gonna see that coming.

What are you, my bodyguard or my jailer?

- It's not like that.
- Yeah, really? It seems like that.

Listen, listen.

We all have things we have to leave behind.

I don't get to go see my mom's grave either.
It's just the way it is.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I should have known
this is what it was gonna be like...

if I agreed to run.

- When do we leave?
- A few hours.

Schmidt's tech buddy, Dixon,
is finishing up the travel docs.

Soon as that's done, we're gone.

And it's gonna be okay, Maddy.

Is it?

I hope so.

I already apologized a
thousand times, okay?

If it makes you feel any better,
you got off easy.

I'm the one losing my business
one piece at a time.

I don't wanna hear it.

I just want you to verify
these passports...

- so we can all move on with our lives.
- Fine with me, okay?

Because hanging around in public
with you guys is not good for my ulcer.

Thank you, Dixon,
for making us wait in the hot parking lot.

My shirt's sticking to crevasses
I didn't know I had.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you wanna go into the
office, sit by the watercooler, refresh?

- Why is he yelling at me?
- Dixon. The passports.

Passports. Yeah, you can call them that...

if you're trying to insult me.

I call them masterpieces.

Here. Here's yours.

- You take those two.
- Let me see. Come on.

The chips are in the back flap.

Okay. Well, they look good,
but let's see 'em in action.

This is hooked up to U.S. Immigration.
Here we go.

Um, let's do a little role playing.

I'll be a customs agent
and you be a naughty passenger.

Passport, please.

Thank you.

Here we go.

Kimberly?

You seem more like a Kimmie to me.

Oh, Michael, look.

My alias went to Venice in '03.

That doesn't let you off the hook
for not taking me.

Okay, what about facial recognition?

I altered the photos. I raised the noses,
lowered the ears a little bit.

To a customs agent, you look the same.

To a computer,
you're a totally different person.

- Oh, and these babies never expire.
- Great.

Good work. Good work.
Untraceable. Worth every penny.

Let's all scoot. What do you say?

Schmidt, why are you so anxious
to leave all of a sudden?

Anxious? Who's anxious?

I-I should really go back to my house.

No, what you need to do is tell us
who's in those cars you've been watching.

Those S.U.V. S were outside Vanek's place
yesterday when we bought the chips.

Guys, if Vanek is here,
we need to leave right now.

- Okay, this sucks.
- Let's go.

Bye, guys.

Go, guys. I'm serious.

Drive very fast, now!

Okay, you care to tell me
why Vanek's chasing us?

Maybe he wants more money. Maybe broke
his hand on your unnaturally large jaw.

I don't know.

Sam, what the hell is going on?

They're trying to make us spin out.
Hang on tight.

When you're being chased...

you wanna be driving something with speed,
maneuverability and stability.

In other words, you wanna be driving
anything but a container van.

If you find yourself
in an underpowered vehicle...

with a high center of gravity
and a top speed of 60...

your best bet is to attack whoever's
after you with everything you have.

We gotta lose these guys.
Can't you shoot out their tires?

Look, Mike and Fi are riding blind
back there, and I'm a little busy.

Here. Can you shoot lefty
hanging three feet out of a moving vehicle?

- No shotguns, please. Put me in a bad place.
- What the hell good are you?

If an attack's out of the question...

it's all about getting
as much distance as you can...

between yourself
and your pursuers and bailing out.

We just passed a factory. It looks empty.

Might be a good spot to take cover.

Well, it's back that way,
and we're... we're going not that way.

Hang on.

- Can we make it through there?
- You tell me.

It's your piece-of-crap van.

Hey, hey. Good job, baby.

Oh, God.
They're caught up to us. They're coming!

- Come on, Schmidt. Let's go.
- I got bad knees.

That's gonna be the least of your worries
if you don't move your ass.

Here they come.

Fan out!

We're not leaving without Schmidt!
I want this place locked down!

All right, Schmidt,
you better tell us what's going on.

Vanek has completely lost it.

Yeah, I can see that.
I'm thinking you gave him a good reason.

What? No, no.
He's... The man is unstable at best.

Then explain to me...

why your first instinct was to run
when you saw Vanek coming.

Because I thought you guys took care of
business yesterday. I was surprised to see him.

No. We were surprised. You were scared.

Now you wanna tell us what's going on...

or are we all walking out to ask Vanek?

Okay. Listen. Listen, Michael.

I called the feds on him, okay?

But I thought he would get swept up.

- Somebody must have tipped him off.
- Damn it, Schmidt.

You really think now
is a good time to rat someone out?

- He's... He's a bad guy.
- Oh, don't give me that.

Vanek is going after your business.

You were just trying to eliminate
the competition.

Fi, we can beat Schmidt
up later about this.

Right now, we gotta figure out
how the hell we're getting out of here.

Get in there, you wankers!

Take cover!

You... You can hold them off, right?
I know your shotgun's out...

but as long as you've got your pistol,
Vanek can't actually get in here.

Not until I run out of ammo,
which will be in about a minute.

How we doing, Sam?

Still working on it, Mike.
I could work a little faster...

if I could actually see
what the hell I was doing.

Here we go.

Hey, now we're cooking.

Fi, this goes deeper into the factory.

Don't suppose you brought
a pair of bolt cutters with you.

No, but I do have the next best thing.

I count five more guys.

How many guys does he need to shoot me?

He's not planning on shooting you.
He's planning on taking you alive.

They're taking up position
to surround the place, not assault it.

Oh, God. Oh, God.
He... He did this to a guy last year.

He tortured him, got everything on his
business then stabbed him in the neck.

- You gotta do something.
- Sam, we gotta move now!

Okay, Mike, get a move on!

Go.

Move. Go.

What are we dealing with here, Mike?

Vanek's got 10 guys,
and they're well-armed.

We can stay ahead of them
if we can make it out the back.

- What, that's the plan?
- Keep moving.

Uh... Does it involve hitchhiking?

Because our ride is back there with the bad guys.

I'm working on that.

Hey, Mikey. You get our
tickets out of town?

Yeah, we're not leaving just yet.

Schmidt tried to sell Vanek out
to the F.B. I...

and now Vanek's got us pinned down
in a factory on Palm Drive.

What?

Let's pick up the pace.

- What the hell was that?
- That's Vanek's guys trying to bust in.

- Just tell me what you need.
- We're heading to the back of the factory now.

We'll be coming out hot. You think
you can meet us there with a ride?

- Something that can take a lot of bullets.
- Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

We can maybe hold them off for
half an hour, so make it quick.

Yeah. Hang on. I'm on the way.

- What's happening?
- We gotta go. Mike's in trouble.

- Where are we going?
- I'll explain on the way.

Are they still doing construction
off Biscayne and 27th?

Aren't they always?

Jesse, when you said a getaway vehicle...

I wasn't thinking of a dump truck.

Mike said they're gonna be coming out
under heavy fire.

We need something
that can handle a few bullets.

Well, what about the driver?
He's not gonna just turn his truck over.

Fine. Maddy, just...
just do like we planned, okay?

Hi. How are you?

I'm all right.

I'm Phyllis, and this is Earl.

And we're with the rental company.

We came to pick up your truck
for the safety recall.

What?

Oh, Gina from the construction office...

didn't call you this morning and tell you?

'Cause everybody knew we were comin' down.

You know what? Why don't you sort this out
with the office and come back?

I-I've got work to do.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

I don't think you understand.

We're talking about a very serious
safety issue here.

In fact, we can't even allow you
to operate this truck today.

Look, lady,
I'm on my second double shift this week...

and I can't go home
until I deliver three loads.

I understand, believe me.

It's just we've had, um,
several injuries...

and I just don't wanna think of you
as getting hurt, that's all.

Um, what if...

Look, if... if my mechanic
just took a quick look at it...

- Is that cool with you, Earl?
- It's no problem.

Yeah, and if your truck's all right,
you're back at work.

And if it's not...

well, I think you're
gonna be very grateful to both of us...

for coming all the way down here,
believe me.

So, what do you say?

All right. Make it quick.

Yep.

All right, start her up, big guy.

If you want to scare someone...

into thinking their vehicle
is malfunctioning...

nothing is more convincing
than a small explosion.

The mercury fulminate in a blasting cap...

gives you the perfect
amount of explosive...

to send the message loud and clear...

without killing the
vehicle or anyone in it.

Okay, everything looks all right from here.

The, uh, fireworks usually start...

when you rev it over 4,000
when the battery's working overtime.

So give it a rev.

This baby runs like a dream.

Try the hydraulics real quick.

Huh.

You know what? Try the, uh...
the headlights.

Oh! What the hell?

Damn right, "What the
hell?" You're welcome.

- Now get this damn thing out of here.
- Take it.

Great. Just like the last room...
another dead end.

Well, now I know how a lab rat feels.
This place is a maze.

We'll have to double back
and find another way.

Hey! There they are!

Hey!

Oh, this just gets better and better.

Okay, well,
that lock will hold them for a bit...

but, Mike, Vanek sure seems motivated.

Yeah, this door won't
keep them out for long.

Why are we focused on keeping them out?

Th-The things that you guys have
are called guns.

You point them at the bad guys,
you pull the trigger...

metal projectiles fly through the air,
burrow into their flesh.

This can't be the first time
you guys have heard this.

We can't take these guys head-on.

Why not?

You guys have 14 bullets.

There's 11 of them.
That's mathematics, all right?

Okay, look, guys, here's what you do.

You come down here, and you hide
behind these barrels, all right?

They come in.
They're like, "Oh, I guess nobody's here."

And then...
Bip, bip, bip. Deader than disco.

Oh, I see, yeah.
So, we should hide behind these barrels?

The ones filled with diethyl ether?

You know what that is?
That's gasoline on steroids.

A bullet hits one of these, they're
gonna be scraping us off the ceiling.

Fine. Fine. No gunfights.

I'm-I'm... I'm just saying
you guys are badasses.

You...

Wait a minute.

Okay, yeah.

- Vanek, you son of a bitch!
- I'm the son of a bitch?

You called the F.B. I. On me,
you little bastard.

Are you really that stupid to think
I wouldn't have friends in the Bureau...

who can give me a heads-up?

Vanek, you wanna talk, you'll talk to me.

Listen, whoever you are,
this isn't necessary.

I've got no problem with you.
I just want Schmidt.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

I don't see why not.

Are you really gonna protect some whiny
little git who hides behind his clients?

How about this?

You open the door just a crack...

and shove him out, then
we'll be on our way.

- Sound good?
- Not really.

I can't say I'm a big fan of sending
a guy out to be murdered.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

Look, this only ends one of two ways.

You hand him over
or I come through that door and take him.

Do you understand?

- What... What did he say?
- He wants me to send you out or he's coming in hard.

You said no, right?

Michael, look, I don't see
a way for us to escape.

Maybe we should consider other options,
even desperate options.

- Fi, what are you saying?
- Get me in there!

Uh, maybe we send Schmidt out
to talk to Vanek.

I mean, it was his big mouth that got us into this.
Maybe it can get us out.

You're... You wanna send
me out there alone?

- Fi, Vanek is just gonna kill him.
- No, he's not gonna kill me.

- He's gonna torture me, steal my business, then kill me.
- Well, then...

That is a... That is a long, painful road
to becoming a corpse.

Well, maybe you should have thought about
that before you called the F.B. I. On him.

Sam, I got an idea. Give me a hand.

What's the holdup? I want this door open.

This steel is four inches thick.

Then get a couple of the guys and go find
something that will get the job done.

Can you manage that, you muppet?

What you looking at?

The ducting for the ventilation system
runs into the next room, doesn't it?

Yep. Sure does.

I don't know about you guys.

My mom told me never to stick my finger
into a giant spinning fan.

If we can find a way to short it out,
it won't be running when we crawl through.

Okay, well, let's get this safety grating off.
What do you got?

Ooh, that's a big can opener!

Uh, I don't know if you can hear what's
going on out there, but I hear a motor.

It definitely sounds vehicle-y.

Hey. There we go.

All right, enough standing around.
Let's get out of here.

Hey, Schmidt, let's go.

Coming. Coming.

- Let's go!
- I don't know if I bend this way.

Move, Schmidt!

Okay, Fi, you're next.

There's a backup circuit kicking on.

Hurry up.

- Damn it.
- Can we stop it?

- Just stick something in it?
- Like what?

It's an industrial vent fan. Those things are
designed to survive a factory explosion.

Keep pulling, boys!

- Any bright ideas, Sam?
- Well, take your pick.

We either jump through the blades of death
or face the firing squad.

Give it another go. That's it.

Sam, that screwdriver isn't gonna
hold them back very long.

Hey, I'll take every second I can get.
Any luck cutting the power?

No. The fire ventilation backup
is on a different circuit.

Well, we gotta stop those blades
with something heavy.

Mike, we gotta jam the fan with something
that won't get cut to bits.

Any prospects on your side?

Schmidt, grab that pallet jack
and bring it over here.

Sam!

Sam, I think I have something. Hold on.

Okay, make it quick,
'cause Vanek's guys are coming in.

Look. Look.

Michael. Michael.

I'm really sorry, okay?
I-I didn't want this to happen.

I didn't want anyone to
get hurt or killed or...

Schmidt, save your apologies.
Right now, I just need your help.

Michael, we don't have long in here.

Fi, I think I got an idea
to buy us some time.

You think that blowtorch has any juice?

You wanna tell me what you're doing?

Well, if Vanek thinks by killing us...

this whole room will end
up in flames, then...

maybe he'll think twice.

Sam, I like playing with fire
just as much as the next girl...

but I am not crazy about
being ankle deep in accelerant.

Yeah, well, hope Vanek feels the same way.

For the record, I hate this idea.

Yeah, for the record...

me too.

Nice work, boys.

Whoa, right there! Not another step.

What you're standing in
is highly combustible.

Well, at least according
to the warning labels.

So that means this torch here
is kind of a flaming dead-man switch.

You take us out,
we're all gonna be extra crispy.

All right.
Clearly, we have got off on the wrong foot.

Let's start over.

Well, you know what? I'd love to, pal,
but my jaw isn't as forgiving.

I feel bad about that.
But it's Schmidt you should be angry with.

- Where is he?
- Don't worry about it.

Think for a second about how this day
has gone for you people.

You woke up, you had some coffee,
maybe a nice jog in the park.

Now you're in a hole covered in diethyl
whatever-the-hell-it-is...

ready to burn yourselves alive.

Things are not going to
get better from here...

unless you go grab Schmidt
and hand me his leash.

Then we'll be out of your
hair, call it a day.

Hey, you know what?
Not interested. Now back off!

Industrial suction fans
spin at more than 1,400 r.p. M...

and weigh as much as 500 pounds.

Tie this end around the handle, tight.

Trying to physically stop one...

requires using an object heavy enough
to stop its linear momentum.

Okay, cable's tight. What do I do now?

And if you don't wanna
throw your back out...

it's best to let the fan
do most of the work for you.

Stand back.

What the hell?

All right, Sam, let's go! Move it!

Just 'cause you get out of this room
doesn't mean you're home free.

We take it one crisis at a time.

I really don't wanna kill you...

but I'm beginning to think
that's what's best for business.

Yeah, I heard your offer.

Here's my counter.

Get out of here!

Watch out! Come on!

You are not gonna like how this ends!

Go! Out!

Looks like something's on fire in there.

Is that some sort of signal?

- Jesse?
- Mike, you guys all right in there?

We got a little sidetracked,
but we're fine. Are you set up outside?

Yeah. Your mom and I
are behind the perimeter fence.

- We're ready to swoop in and get you guys.
- My mom?

It was either bring her with me
or leave her at Schmidt's unguarded.

- I didn't know what to do.
- Fine. We're making our way to the rear door now.

- I'll call you as soon as we need pickup.
- You got it.

- Any sign of 'em?
- No, I got no movement.

Two men patrolling the second floor.

They're camping out
in case we decide to go for a stroll.

Well, let's go stroll somewhere else then.

There is nowhere else.
That door is our only way out.

We run to it as fast as we can.
We don't stop, and we stay low.

Running?
That's the whole plan, is running?

There's gonna be bullets flying.
I can't outrun bullets.

Look, why don't you guys go up, take
them out, and then come back and get me.

Oh, I'll be sure to come back for you.

Schmidt, enough complaining. We gotta move.

Look, I'm more
of a "watch and learn" kind of guy.

Why don't you guys go first?

Okay. Looks like we're clear.

Goddamn it.

The tough thing about going up against...

someone carrying a machine pistol...

is that they fire
over a thousand rounds a minute.

The good news is that they're
notoriously inaccurate at long distances...

so if you keep moving, you've got a pretty
good chance of making it out in one piece.

If you stop, on the other hand,
you're bound to catch a bullet.

Right there!

I'm hit! I'm hit!

Oh, damn it. Schmidt's pinned down.

We got 'em. They're at the southeast door.

We have to get out of here
before Vanek's men catch up to us.

I'll grab him.

What part of "keep running"
did you not understand?

- I'm gonna bleed out.
- You got grazed, Schmidt.

You'll bleed out in about two weeks.

Yeah, if I get shot again,
I'll bleed out a lot quicker.

All right, I'll stay covered!

Oh, this is not good.
This is not good at all.

I gotta call him.

You wanna hide behind a box of splinters
or try this again?

- Just let me get my breath.
- On three.

Three!

- Sam, do not make a move.
- Why? We're just about to run out of here.

You can't. Vanek's guys
are right outside the door.

Are you saying we're cut off?

You run out now,
it's gonna be a bloodbath. Don't do it.

Son of a bitch.

- Sam, what's wrong?
- We missed our window.

Vanek's got us boxed in.

They have every angle covered.

There's no way we can get
to Jesse without a massacre.

We need another exit.

Well, we take 20 steps
into that factory floor...

we get shot by the guy upstairs.

Past that, we gotta backtrack through the lake of fire.
We're stuck where we stand.

Look. We've got half a clip between us.

I hate to repeat myself...

but Schmidt needs to go out there
and work this out with Vanek.

Zero percent chance of
working anything out.

Fi, we are not handing him over
to be killed.

We are all about to get killed.
This is his mess, not ours.

He should be the one to clean it up.

If Schmidt goes out there
and he can't talk his way out of it...

I can't believe we're
even talking about this.

Schmidt just helped us get
through that giant blender back there.

- We are all in this together.
- No, he betrayed us.

- Who's to say he's not gonna do it again?
- That's not the point.

Since when do we send people to their death
to save our own asses?

Look out the window. There's your answer.

Well, I don't know about you,
but this is not something I can live with.

Look, Jesse's not far.

I say we just take
all the extra bullets we have...

use them for cover fire
and make a run for it.

- I like that plan better.
- Yeah, that plan is suicide, Sam.

Michael...

Wait.

It's Vanek. It's Vanek.

Vanek, for a guy who's
not trying to kill me...

your buddies are pretty trigger-happy.

If I have to send you
to your grave to get what I want...

- then that's what I'm gonna do.
- Look, listen to me.

- Schmidt is...
- No, I'm done listening.

I'm the one who's got you
surrounded and outgunned.

- So I get to do the talking.
- Then talk.

Schmidt told you those passport chips
were untraceable, right?

Yeah.

Did he also mention my little fail-safe?

Because Schmidt knows that I tag every chip
that I sell so I can track 'em later.

Little insurance in case I get caught.

Trading the location of fugitives
can be worth a lot.

So when Schmidt sent the feds after me...

he was sending them after you too.

Now here's my final offer.
You give Schmidt up...

and I will get you out
of the country myself...

or you can stay in there and die with him.

It's your call.

You have five minutes to think it over.

I'm standing my men down.

What did he say?

Nothing new.

Now what?

I saw some crates with acetone and
chemicals on the factory floor.

Maybe we can put something together,
blow through one of these walls.

Okay, that sounds pretty promising.
Fi, let's check it out.

I'll call Jesse, fill him in.

When you're in the field...

the goal is usually to be
in complete communication with your team...

to work in perfect sync at all times.

But when the weight of a mission...

threatens to tear your team apart...

there are times when you're forced to
mislead even the people you're closest to.

What the hell was Michael talking about?

There's nothing but rubber gaskets here.

There's nothing useful here either.

Because the toughest decisions are the
ones you have to make all by yourself.

- On your feet.
- What?

Oh, God. No! No! No! No!

- Schmidt.
- No! No!

Oh, Jesus.

Mike, what the hell are you doing?

Listen, you can't do this, man.
This isn't who you are.

Just keep walking.

What, you're just gonna hand me to Vanek
and walk away?

You sound surprised, Schmidt.
You put the F.B. I. On our trail.

No. No. I would never...
I would never do that.

You know damn well if the feds grabbed
Vanek, they would have tracked us all down.

I thought you would be okay. If anyone knows
how to stay off the grid, it's a spy.

Look, I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.
This isn't personal.

- Neither is this.
- Oh, God.

Hey, think about what Sam said...
how he couldn't live with himself.

Yeah, that's why Sam is inside, and I'm
the only one who has to live with this.

Smart move.
Send Schmidt over, and we can all go home.

Yeah, not so fast.

I have a few conditions.

I don't think you're in a position
to make demands.

You want what's inside his head?

Does that still work if
there's a hole in it?

No, please. Don't. Don't. Don't, don't.

Shut up!

Now back off! I want a clear path!

I want your men to lower
their weapons... slowly.

Back away behind the gate.

When you're there, I will
send Schmidt over...

and then my friends and I, we get to leave.

Look, listen. Listen. Listen.

I messed up, okay?
I messed up. I'm sorry.

But just give me another chance, please.
I was a selfish ass.

Shut up!

Come on, Vanek. It's not that hard.
You want his business or not?

What's it gonna be, Vanek?

Fine. Deal.

Everybody, fall back.

Come on!

What is Michael doing?

I have no idea.

I can't believe you talked him
into doing this.

I didn't talk him into anything.
It was the only option, and you know it.

Yeah, well, leaving a man behind
should never be an option.

- How are we supposed to help?
- We can't.

We go in now, the bad guys will
see us coming a mile away.

- Keep moving!
- So we're supposed to just sit here?

Yeah. I don't like it either, but yeah.

All right, send the little bastard over.

All the way back, Vanek, behind the gate!

Look, send him towards us.
Show me a bit of good faith here.

Keep moving. I'm gonna send him over.

You try anything, I put a bullet
in the back of his head. Are we clear?

- Walk.
- Michael, Michael.

I'll give you anything.
I'll give you anything, okay? Michael...

Walk!

Don't worry.

It's gonna be fun, Schmidty.

A little alone time
is just what our relationship needs.

If you need to make a clean exit...

putting an electrical transformer
between you and your enemy...

will help make sure there
won't be a firefight.

All it takes is one bullet
to disrupt the sensitive electronics...

and create an explosive power surge.

- Schmidt.
- I'm walking as fast as I can!

Duck.

Of course, sometimes an explosive
power surge is exactly what you need.

- Get down! It's gonna blow!
- Take cover!

Yeah, baby!

Think that's our cue, Maddy.

That's our ride.

- Am I dead?
- Not yet.

You had me going there, brother.

- Nice shot, Michael.
- I'm just glad it worked.

Come on. Get up. Shoot him!

Someone's thirsty.

Yeah, well, I was nearly chopped to bits...

almost blown up and was shot today.

It's a five-drink minimum to calm the nerves.
Do you want one?

No. I need to know if the passports
can still get us out of the country.

Let me... Let me ask you something first.

- Schmidt.
- No, just...

You knew that Vanek wanted to torture me...

kill me, torture me some more.

So, were you... were you really gonna
hand me over to that animal?

I needed you to think I was.

Vanek had to see real fear in your eyes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't move his men over
towards the transformer.

Wow. Really?

I'm not saying it wasn't a long shot.

What you're saying is...

that you have X-ray vision.

Because there's no way...

you could have known that
that transformer was there...

when you marched me out.

If it wasn't the transformer,
it would have been something else.

I needed to make an opening
for Jesse to get his truck in.

You can... You can say all that
with a straight face. Wow.

You're good. You're good.

Is that the same load of crap
that you shovel down your team's throat?

All anyone needs to know...

is that I didn't want you to die...

and you didn't die.

Schmidt, the passports.

Are... They're good.

They're good, but I wouldn't,
uh, sit on them for too long.

If Vanek gets swept up by the feds...

they're gonna become radioactive.

I got a guy in... in Morocco
that can set a new...

I'd prefer not to work with
your associates. No offense.

I'm sure once you get
set up in Argentina...

you can, uh, use your
voodoo magic to lay low.

You should go somewhere too.

Yeah, no kidding. I'm-I'm-I'm gonna, uh,
blow this hellhole tonight.

Um, feel... feel free to use the house,
uh, until you leave.

It's a... Think of it
as a "I'm sorry" gift.

Where do you think you'll go?

L... Find a globe, you know?

What-Whatever side of it you're on...

I'm gonna be on the
opposite side, you know.

You... You saved my life,
and I'm thankful...

but I get the feeling
if I hang out with you much longer...

my luck's gonna run out.

You take care of yourself, Schmidt.

We got a problem, Mike.

One of the cars is missing,
and I can't find your mom.

Wha... Where'd she go?

I have a pretty good idea.

You can spare me the lecture.

Jesse already told me
it's too risky to come here...

but I had to.

It's okay.

You needed to say good-bye.

If the C. I.A. Were here,
they'd have moved in already.

After you left home...

Nate promised to take me away from Miami.

He was such a big dreamer, you know.

He wanted to go walk the pyramids
and ski the Alps.

He just wanted to go so badly.

Anyway, it just doesn't seem right
leaving him here alone.

He wanted to take you
to a better place, Ma.

He wanted you safe.

He wanted you to smile again.

Let me keep that promise.

I owe it to you and to Nate.

It's pretty flowers.

I didn't bring them.

Friend of Nate's must have come by earlier.

Hey, Ma, will you give me a minute alone?
I'll be right behind you.

Sure.

Take your time.