Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 18 - Game Change - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [Man] We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
- [Whistles]

[Michael Narrating]
When you're burned, you've got nothing...

no cash, no credit, no job history.

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

- Where am I?
- Miami.

You do whatever work comes your way.

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

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

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



You know spies. Bunch
of bitchy little girls.

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

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

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

That's how we do it, people.

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

Listen to me, Michael.
Gray shot your brother. He murdered Nate.

- You ordered him to!
- Guys like you and me...

We know the ends justify the means.

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

- Fi, how we looking?
- There's a full tactical support team on-site...

and some heavy hitter
seems to be running the show.

It just became my mission in life
to put you behind bars.

All of you.



- It's pretty flowers.
- I didn't bring them.

Friend of Nate's must have come by earlier.

"A friend." Are we friends now, Bly?

Olivia Riley is coming for you.

Your actions have put her reputation
on the line.

At this point, she doesn't care
who she has to hurt to get to you.

[Groans]

[Groans]

Sam, you all right?

Hey, Mike, you made me a promise.

You swear to me
that you're gonna make this right.

I swear to you I'll make this right, Sam.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, Sam!

Sam? Sam!

Sam? Sam!

[Michael Narrating]
In any kind of emergency situation...

an operative's greatest enemy is panic.

The spike of adrenaline,
the increased blood pressure...

and the loss of any sense of time...

can make it impossible to think clearly...

at exactly the time
you need a clear head the most.

In those moments, it takes
all your training...

all your willpower
to pull yourself back from the brink.

[Horn Honks]

[Rapid Beeping]

Jed, it's Fiona. We're on our way.

Look, I don't care who's there.
We're coming.

- Get ready.
- Come on.

Sam! I can't wake him up, Fi.

- We'll be at Jed's in two minutes.
- Go, Fi! Go!

- [Horn Honking]
- [Chattering]

[Door Opens]

Fiona, I am in the middle of a party.

Party's over. My friend needs help.

Are you freaking kidding me? He's dying.

No, he's not dying.
You're not gonna let him die.

- [Screaming]
- Everyone out!

[Man] Let's go.

Okay, no. I want him out of here.

- I am serious!
- I'm more serious.

Okay.

Okay, come on. That's it.

Here. Let me just... Let me get this.

Not the... pool table.

Okay, uh, this... this doesn't look good.

Is the bullet still in there?

Yeah, nine-millimeter,
close range, through a car door.

Through a car door. Sure.
Okay, he's got internal bleeding.

The round is probably
lodged up against his spleen.

- Get it out.
- [Chuckles] Okay.

Does this look like a surgery
theater to you, Fiona?

I have a little medical bag
to stitch minor wounds and pull splinters.

I don't do full-on procedures in my house.

Well, you do today. What do you need?

He's lost a lot of blood.
He's gonna need a transfusion.

I'll take care of that.

[Michael Narrating]
In an emergency, a blood transfusion...

can be as simple as running a tube
between the major blood vessels...

of two compatible donors
and letting gravity do the rest.

Emergency surgery is a
little more difficult.

Often, the most you can do is sterilize
whatever tools you have on hand...

keep the wound clean and hope for the best.

Okay, now I just gotta put the...

Wait a minute.

- Wh-What is it?
- I'm not getting a pulse. We're losing him.

- Well, why aren't you doing anything?
- I-I am doing something.

I'm holding in his spleen.
He needs C.P.R. Now.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Breathing Erratically]

- Wait, hold on.
- Stop, stop, stop. He's breathing again.

You did it. You did good there.

[Michael Narrating] In many ways, it's
easier to function during combat than after.

In a fight, there's
always something to do...

something to focus on.

Later, when you're dealing
with the consequences...

the only thing you can do is wait and hope.

[Sam] Hey, Mike.

- You look worse than me.
- Sam.

[Chuckles]
Oh, it's good to hear your voice again.

Christ. Was it that bad?

Yeah.

It was all kind of a blur getting here.

I had this vague memory that...

Fi gave me mouth-to-mouth?

- Did that happen?
- Yeah.

You get pictures?

I guess I forgot. It was a little hectic.

Yeah. Where the hell are we?

We're at a doctor friend of Fiona's.

We brought you here after you passed out.

How's your mom and Jesse?

They'll be here soon.
We're gonna stay here as long as we need.

[Sighs]
No. Mike, now come on.

You guys should just go, okay?
Get out of town.

I mean, obviously I'm in no shape
to be on the run...

so you're gonna be much better off...

- It's not gonna happen, Sam.
- Mike, you know damn well as well as I do...

Sam, you are gonna rest, or I'm gonna
give you something to make you rest.

You're a stubborn son of a bitch, Mike.

You were supposed to be
here 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, we were
picking up some new wheels...

and someone was dragging her feet...

a little bit, wasn't she?

Oh, excuse me for not being wild about...

going on a car theft spree.

How's Sam?

Well, we stopped the
bleeding, closed him up.

- He's stable.
- Good. That's something.

For a second, I was thinking
something I didn't want to be thinking.

Should we just, uh,
put our stuff in here, or what?

No! No, no, no, no.

You... You can't put your things anywhere.

- Fiona, who are these people?
- My friends.

Oh. Well!

This is my house, and
these are not my friends.

Well, that's unfortunate,
because that makes you my enemy.

You're not my enemy, are you?

Whatever. This is gonna cost you extra.

A lot extra.

Put it on my tab.

Love the new landlord.

So what's the plan now?

We're working on it.

You might want to get comfortable.
We're gonna be here a while.

[Michael Narrating] There's a reason
most people don't sleep well in new places.

The brain goes on alert
in unfamiliar environments...

- sensitive to possible dangers.
- [Dog Barking]

Add some very real dangers, and the chances
are low that you'll get any shut-eye at all.

Mom.

Didn't your mother ever teach you
not to sneak up on people?

Sorry. I was just checking on everyone.

- Couldn't sleep either, huh?
- Not really.

I've been trying to figure out what to do.

Sam's too sick to travel, and Riley's
gonna find this place eventually.

We can't stay here, and we can't leave.

Now you know what life
with your father was like.

How did you deal with it?

I made a choice,
and I lived with the consequences.

We all did.

I can't do that.

I know you can't.
Your father couldn't do it either.

Once he saw something
he wanted both ways...

he'd just do whatever he damn well
had to do to have it both ways.

Usually it was the rest of us
who paid the price.

But he was a genius at it.
You got that from him, honey.

You'll figure something out.

[Sighs] Yeah.

I'm gonna go check on the others.
You okay, Ma?

Yeah, I'll try and get some sleep...

now that that damn dog stopped barking.

Dog?

Yeah. The neighbor's dog's been yapping.

Finally it shut up.

Wasn't the clock just on?

- Michael, what's going on?
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Someone cut the power.

Hide behind the desk. Don't move. Do it.

[Michael Narrating]
Modern night-vision goggles...

provide visibility in
near total darkness...

adapt to changing light conditions...

and provide better contrast and resolution
than the human eye.

Which is why most assassins...

aren't just confident in the dark,
they prefer it.

As good as they are, though...

night-vision goggles
still have a significant weakness.

They make it easier to see
what's in front of you...

but tough to see what's
coming at you from the side.

[Both Grunting]

[Groans]

- [Gunshot]
- [Groans]

Mike? Mike, you okay?

Mike?

Yeah. Great. Thanks.

Who are they?

- I don't know, but...
- [Men Shouting]

It sounds like they didn't come alone.

Oh, great.

- You sure you're good?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they're out there.
Shooting at them's gonna be a problem.

- I can barely see 'em.
- I think I can help you with that.

[Michael Narrating]
When fighting at night...

attackers usually have the upper hand.

They know where the defenders are
and can fight from cover...

concealing their position and number.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

[Men Shouting]

[Machine Gun Fire]

The best defense
is to even the playing field...

by taking away the darkness.

In the army, that means
M224 illumination mortars.

But if you're short on heavy artillery...

a flaming quart of scotch will work too.

[Screams, Shouts]

[Shouting]

[Tires Squealing]

They're running. They're running.

All right. We're all clear.

- We won't be for long.
- Why?

I took a look at the bodies.
This is a cartel tattoo.

Cartel? Why... What?

The same cartel we went after
earlier this year...

for the C. I.A.

- What are you saying?
- Someone sent these guys.

They knew our names, photos.

They had high-res satellite images...
government images.

- Riley?
- She couldn't get us...

so she gave the job
to a cartel who wanted me dead.

- Nice and clean.
- A C. I.A. Officer sends a drug cartel after us?

So she's gone from capturing us to killing us.
What are we gonna do?

The only thing we can do.
We take the fight to her.

- [Groaning Softly]
- It looks like we're clear.

Yeah, for now. They're gonna start
checking the motels sooner or later.

That's why we have to move first.

Yeah, about that plan... If Riley's really
coming after us with a cartel kill squad...

shouldn't we be trying to stay, like,
as far away as possible?

The fact that she's using them
is the best weapon we have.

- If we can get her caught...
- [Fiona] That's a big "if."

We can't just all waltz into a police
station right now. Who will listen to us?

Jason Bly.

Bly? Michael, are you crazy?
He wants to arrest you.

I know.
But he's the only potential ally we have.

He knows Tom Card was dirty, and he has a thing about C.
I.A. Officers breaking the rules.

He's not just gonna take our word for it.
We're gonna need some evidence.

- How are we gonna manage that?
- [Sam] Use me.

No, Sam. You're in no condition.

This can work. Riley knows that I'm hurt...

so she's gonna be watching the hospitals
to see if I turn up.

You drop me there.
You scram when she shows.

Fi and Jesse can plant a bug
and a tracker on her car.

How do we know she's gonna go
back to the cartel, Sam?

Well, I'm just gonna have to rattle her
cage enough to make sure she does.

I mean, she's already losing it, clearly,
so it shouldn't take much.

In the meantime, I can see a real doctor...

which would be good,
because, you know, I got shot.

But if it doesn't work,
Sam, Riley would have...

Mike, if this doesn't
work, we're all screwed.

- No, Sam. I can't allow it.
- You can't allow it?

I thought this was a team,
not a dictatorship.

Have you heard any better ideas?

He's got a point, Michael.

Damn right I do.
Call Bly, Mike. Set the meeting.

[Michael Narrating]
When you're being hunted...

it's a good idea not to go to meetings
at the scheduled time and place.

Often, the best approach...

is to show up before your contact
has even left for the meeting.

- Nice ride.
- Come on, man.

So I'm guessing we're
not meeting in Hialeah.

I thought I'd save you the trouble. Gas
mileage on a Crown Vic has gotta be brutal.

I'm getting the sense
that you don't trust me.

I'm not trusting many people these days.

- But if it's any consolation, I
trust you more than most. - Aw.

I assume we're negotiating
the terms of your surrender here then?

- Actually, I want to talk about something else.
- No, no. Sorry, Westen.

- There's nothing else to talk about.
- Bly, listen to me. Please!

Riley has gone rogue in a serious way.

She sent a hit team after us.

She's working with a drug cartel.

I'm aware that she's been playing it
fast and loose, but a drug cartel?

That's a serious accusation.
I'm supposed to take your word for this?

No. But you can see it with your own eyes.

I'm putting a plan in place.
You interested?

We had a deal... You surrender, you help with
my investigation into this Tom Card mess.

Card is dead, Bly! You want to waste time
investigating a corpse...

or going after someone
who's selling out the Agency as we speak?

Okay, fine.

Thank you. I'll be in touch.

Hey. I'm interested to know.
What happens if your plan doesn't work?

If it doesn't work,
it's probably 'cause I'm dead.

[Siren Blares]

You all right?

Well, I just had a bullet
plucked out of me yesterday...

so I think I'm doing
pretty well, considering.

So, uh, what do we do here?
Pick a number or what?

No, you have a hole in your side.
You go right to the front of the line.

- May I help you?
- Hey, sweetheart. How you doing?

- I guess I need to see a doctor.
- What's the nature of your injury?

He was shot.

Yeah. I was cleaning a gun, and it went off.
It was the damnedest thing.

- I'll go get a doctor.
- Good idea.

[Groans] So, Mike, you sure you want to
be here when this goes down?

This plan only works if Riley sees me here.

- Plus you need a doctor.
- I need a good mojito. That's what I need.

Well, you're out of luck. I overheard an
orderly saying they're fresh out of mint.

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

Damn, Mike. This reminds me of Kuwait.

You remember that?

Lugging you for six miles in a sandstorm?
It's hard to forget.

Yeah, well, I'll never forget it either.

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Ryan to Pediatrics.

- Come on.
- All right. This is it, Sam.

- You ready?
- Yeah, I'm gonna be fine, buddy. I got the easy job.

I get to lie in a bed.
You get the big part.

So, listen, Mike, you promised me
that you would make this right.

Don't let me down.

Okay, boys. All right.

- Get him to Examination Bay 1.
- Examination Bay... I like the sound of that.

Sir, you can wait here.

[Michael Narrating] For a fugitive,
getting medical attention is a big risk.

Doctors have to notify the police
of all gunshot wounds...

fake names are flagged
by insurance computers...

and hospital security
is often hooked into law enforcement.

All of which is bad if you're trying
to stay off the grid...

but perfect if you want to attract
some attention.

[Cell Phone Rings, Beeps]

Hey, Fi. How's it going?

[Fiona] We're in the van out front,
keeping an eye on things.

The parking lot just got more crowded.

[Michael]
Do we have a visual on Riley?

[Jesse]
Yeah, your other girlfriend has arrived.

Got another C. I.A. Vehicle, about half
a dozen guys and local police too.

That's why the security guard...

decided it was a good idea to hang out
at the front entrance.

- Are they coming in now?
- [Fiona] No, not yet.

- But it won't be long.
- Look, Mike. We're gonna need a lot of eyes...

Iooking the other way
if we're gonna make it to Riley's car.

So whatever you do, make
it spectacular, man.

That's what I was planning on.
Wish me luck.

[Indistinct]

Excuse me, sir.
I need to speak with you for a moment.

Sir!

Suspect is fleeing! Suspect is fleeing!

- [Patient] Oh!
- Move! Get out of the way!

- Suspect's at the southeast side of the building.
- All right.

[Indistinct]

- That's your cue. You sure you don't need help?
- Yeah, I got this.

[Man Shouting]

[Michael Narrating]
Escaping a larger force...

is about limiting your pursuer's options.

Using a narrow path takes their vehicles
out of the equation...

but if you have time
to set your escape route beforehand...

the best way to win a foot chase
is on two wheels.

There he is!

Move, move!

[Man On Radio] Westen's trying to escape on
a motorcycle in the back of the building.

Let's go. After him!

[Beeps]

[Chattering]

Go, go, go!

[Screaming]

Westen!

Stop!

Oh!

- Oh! Watch it!
- [Woman] No!

Move! Move!

- After him!
- There he is!

[Riley] Move, move, move!

[Chattering]

Son of a bitch!

- [Monitor Beeping]
- [Door Opens]

Mr. Axe.

Good to see you again.

Morphine drip.

Wow. You must be in a lot of pain.

Some. I've had worse hangovers.

Don't worry. This won't take long.

I only have one question for you.

Well, then I guess we're
both out of luck...

'cause I got zero answers
for your one question.

Is that right?

See, because I think you're gonna tell me
how to find Michael Westen.

[Chuckles]
Oh, yeah? Why do you think that?

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Axe.

I'm replacing your painkiller
with a mild stimulant.

This will keep you awake,
thinking about my question.

Unfortunately, it also increases
your sensitivity to pain...

a lot.

Doesn't matter. I got nothing to say.

We'll see how you feel
after a few hours without pain meds.

Anyway, we got enough information...

from the things we found on you
to start a search, so...

Oh, hey, uh...

before you go, I do have one thing to say.

I'm all ears.

You know, I was slowing Mike down.

I'm not anymore.

You took the gloves off, sister.

You called in a hit on his mom.

So you don't have to worry about
finding Michael Westen.

'Cause he's gonna find you.

And when he does...

he is gonna end this.

Well, we'll see about that, Mr. Axe.

Oh, God. Oh, son of a bitch!

Oh!
[Screaming]

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure?

[Exhales]

We're doing surveillance on a C.
I.A. Officer.

I liked it better when
the plan was to go...

get away from this.

Well, at least the hard part's over, Fi.

Yeah, I wish I could believe that.

- [Fiona] Riley's on the move.
- [Jesse] And she is not a happy lady.

Here.

[Riley] It's me. We need to
move our appointment up.

This thing is getting way out of hand.

Just meet me.
I'm not talking about this over the phone.

3.00 p.m.

[Engine Starts]

Whatever Sam said to her worked.
She moves fast.

[Beeping]

- Michael?
- Yeah, Fi?

It looks like Riley's
gonna meet her cartel friends.

Time for your show-and-tell.

[Michael] I'll see you there.

[Michael Narrating]
In general, spies are more involved...

in gathering intelligence
than gathering evidence.

Espionage methods are generally not
approved by police or admissible in court.

So when it comes
to getting someone arrested...

your job is to get the ball up the field...

before handing it off to someone who's
in a position to put it in the end zone.

[Jason] You dragged me all
the way out here for this?

Fi and Jesse tracked her here
across three counties.

Oh, yeah? Where are they at now?

In the trees on the other side of the dock,
covering the marina.

Are they here to protect you
from her or from me?

Who says it can't be both?

It's an awful lot of trouble
to watch a woman stroll along the water.

A woman who doubled back...

and checked for tails all the way here.

It's suspicious. That's not enough.

You promised me Riley
in personal contact with the cartel.

- You'll have it.
- And if I don't?

If this mystery contact doesn't show?

- Do I get to bring you in as a consolation prize?
- [Cell Phone Rings]

- [Beeps]
- [Jesse] Hey, you guys in place?

- Yeah, we're here.
- Good, 'cause there's a big-ass yacht coming in.

Looks like this party's
about to get started.

[Shutter Clicking]

They're here. Are you ready?

[Chattering]

[Over Speaker] Why are you here?
The plan was no more meetings.

Yeah, well, the plan changed
the minute your boys...

- got their asses handed to them by Michael Westen.
- Hey.

Those were some of my best Sicarios.

Then get some better ones...
and twice as many!

Listen, you want a pass from the C.I.A.?

You want help with the D.E. A?

Then you better start holding up
your end of the bargain...

and that means Westen's head on a plate.

[Lopez]
Westen. He got lucky once.

It will not happen again.

Was... Was that worth the trip?

[Riley]
I have a lead on his location.

One of his friends
just checked into a hospital.

I have a motel key and some calls
we pulled off his cell phone.

Good. Come aboard.

We'll find Westen, and we will finish this.

[Jason] Unbelievable.

Selling out the C. I.A.
And the D.E.A. To a drug cartel?

This is the kind of thing that ends up
in a congressional hearing.

And the key witness at that hearing?

Let's just say someone's future
got a little brighter.

- Nice job, Westen.
- Listen, Bly, for what it's worth, I appreciate it.

All right, all right.
Just don't get too gushy on me.

Bly, marina security is here.
We should probably move.

Excuse me.
Can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah. What can I do for you?
- Oh, just wondering what you're doing here.

We've had some vandalism in the area recently,
and I need to check out everybody who...

Agent Bly, C.S.S. We're part of a law
enforcement operation that's in progress.

Yeah? What kind of operation?

It's classified, I'm afraid...

which is why we'd appreciate it
if you kept this quiet, if you don't mind.

Oh, sure. Sure thing.
Sorry about that... Officer?

- Close enough.
- [Chuckles]

- [Static Crackles]
- [Speaking Spanish]

Bly, the security guard's with the cartel.

What? What are you talking about?

Grenade!

Ah!

- What the hell was that?
- [Men Shouting]

- Oh, God.
- No, Fi. No, no, no. You can't.

- Let go.
- There's too many. We gotta figure out what's going on.

[Spanish]

You want to tell me
what the hell just happened?

I'll handle it.

[Shouting]

[Beeping]

[Buzzing]

- Fi, it's me.
- Michael, what just happened?

The marina security guard
was working with the cartel.

It's bad. The evidence... It's all gone.

And, Fi, Bly's dead.

Oh, Michael. I thought you...

I was right there with her, man.
I thought we were leaving without you.

- I'm fine.
- You think we can get to the road this way?

Yeah, if we're gonna go, we better go.

- Mike, seriously, we gotta go.
- No.

All the evidence we had on Riley
just burned up in that car.

We leave empty-handed,
she gets a free pass on all of this.

Michael, what are you talking about?
One man is already dead.

We're outnumbered. We're outgunned.
There's nothing we can do!

No, we have to deal with Riley now,
otherwise Bly just died for nothing.

And our best chance is
while she's still here.

If I can make it over to the seawall,
I can make it onto that boat.

You want to get onto the boat? That boat? The boat
that belongs to the people trying to kill us.

What are you gonna do when you get there?

I promised Sam I would make this right.
Now, you can go back to the car...

and you can leave,
but I have to stay here and do this.

[Men Shouting]

You're gonna need help
getting to that boat in one piece.

All right. We'll lay down some cover fire
as a distraction. Just make it quick.

We're gonna be ducking
some serious bullets over here.

[Men Shouting]

[Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Shouting]

I don't know what Mike has planned,
but it better happen quick.

- We won't be able to hold out here.
- [Fiona] Just give him time.

If we stick around
and whatever he's planning doesn't work...

It will work. It has to.

Why are we moving?
I can't be on a cartel boat in open water.

I'm almost out of ammo,
and those guys are getting closer.

[All Shouting In Spanish]

- [Fiona] They've stopped.
- What?

The boat's leaving.

The boat's leaving. Remind me, is
that a good thing or a bad thing?

- I have no idea.
- [Shouting]

Wait here, Senora Riley.

- Everything is under control, okay?
- [Scoffs]

Armando...

[Rapid Beeping]

- Yeah, I wouldn't.
- Drop it, Westen.

- I don't think so.
- Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Who this boat belongs to?

I know exactly who this boat belongs to.

Then you're not as smart
as I thought you were.

The cartel already wants me dead. I don't
think this will make much of a difference.

What about the Coast Guard?
Looks like they're on their way to meet us.

Yeah, I know. I called them.

I told them about a well-armed
drug boat in their waters.

They were very, very interested.

[Michael Narrating] Most people
don't think of the Coast Guard...

as being particularly well-armed.

Most people are wrong.

A Coast Guard patrol boat is armed
with two.50-caliber machine guns...

and a 25-millimeter cannon...

which means it can take out
anything short of a battleship.

[Man On Speaker]
Motor vessel Zazu...

this is the U.S. Coast Guard
off your port beam.

Heave to and stop your vessel.

- I repeat, this is the U.S. Coast...
- [Volume Lowers]

What are you doing? You realize if you
ignore them, they're gonna fire on us?

- I'm counting on it.
- What are you, crazy?

You're the reason we're
on this boat, Riley.

You're the one who sent
the cartel hit squad after me.

We finish this today, one way or another.

So you want me to call and confess.

Is that what this is?

Fine.

You win, Westen. You got me.

Just call them off, and I'll come clean.

No, you'll talk your way out of a
confession as fast as you make one.

If you're as good as I think you are...

you made arrangements to make it look like
I was the one working with the cartel.

You falsified accounts in my name.
You made up communication logs.

You spun a web of lies to cover your ass.

Now, if the Agency found out about that...

that's something you couldn't explain,
and that's what I want you to give them.

[Chuckles]
That's ridiculous. I never did any...

I bet both of our lives you did.

It's really the smart play.

I mean, it's a great plan,
but it only works if I'm dead.

It still might work, but
you will die with me.

[Machine Gun Fire]

Now that was a warning shot,
and you know the Coast Guard.

They're not very patient
with situations like this.

[Man Shouting]

I'm getting nothing on the radio.

Attention, motor vessel Zazu.

Stop your engines immediately, or we
will be forced to use destructive fire.

Let's get their attention.

Mount 2-1, report when you have
them on target and tracking.

[Man #1]
On target and tracking!

[Man #2 On Radio]
Batteries released. Commence fire.

[Man #1]
Batteries released. Commencing fire.

I think it's time to make that call.

Are you really gonna go through with this?

- You're gonna kill us both?
- My friends have suffered enough.

It ends today...

no matter what the cost.

Well, you know what, Westen?
Got a bit of bad news for you.

This little idea you have
about who you think I am...

what you think I would do, it's a fantasy.

It's a creation of your own twisted mind.

Then I guess we have
nothing more to talk about.

- They're increasing speed.
- Mount 2-1, load 100 rounds of high explosive...

- and stand by to engage.
- Sir, yes, sir.

I'm not taking chances.

- [Men Shouting]
- Tracking!

Locked in and ready to fire on command.

Attention, motor vessel Zazu.

Stop your vessel immediately,
or we will fire on you.

You have five seconds to comply.

Five, four...

All right, I'll call! Just call them off.

- Two...
- Coast Guard. Coast Guard.

- Captain, I think they're trying to hail us.
- Gunnery station, stand down.

- [Man] Cease fire!
- [Men Shouting]

Motor vessel Zazu,
slow to five knots on a down swell...

and prepare alee
for my boarding team to embark.

- Do you copy?
- Copy loud and clear.

We'll be right out.
We just need to make a phone call.

Yes, it's Olivia Riley.
Get me the deputy chief.

[Michael Narrating] When something
goes wrong in the intelligence world...

a scandal, a security breach
or just a failed operation...

there's always a debriefing
where the facts are sorted out.

When those facts
threaten careers and institutions...

no one takes any chances.

You're locked away until
the process is over.

All you can do is tell your side of
the story and hope for the best...

and know that no matter what you do,
your fate lies in someone else's hands.

- [Beeps]
- [Lock Clicks]

Ms. Glenanne. Come with me, please.

More questions?
I told them everything there is to know.

[Exhales Deeply]
We've been here three weeks.

We turned ourselves in peacefully.

How long does it take to, quote,
"sort out what happened"?

Ma'am.

Where's Michael?

[Exhales Deeply]

[No Audible Dialogue]

Give us a minute.

[Sobs]

Are you all right?

Yeah.

- What are they...
- They'll be released shortly.

I just wanted to talk to you first.

Michael, where have you been?

They've been debriefing
us this whole time...

asking about Riley and Tom Card.

They were doing the same to me.

Really?

It doesn't look like the same.

I've been in a 10-by-10-foot holding cell.

You're riding in helicopters,
ordering around C. I.A. Officers.

What's going on?

[Sighs]

Michael, we were gonna get out.

In Panama, you said...

that we were done with all this.

[Whispers]
You said it would just be us.

I needed to protect you.
I needed to protect all of us.

Michael, what have you done?

I couldn't leave you in there forever.

They weren't just gonna forget
everything that happened and release you.

- So I made a deal.
- [lnhales]

- I did what l...
- What you had to do.

No, Michael. You did what you wanted to do.

[Gasps] No.

No, no.