Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 6 - Shock Wave - 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.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

I'm gonna get you out.

We got a lead.

If I get Anson, would that be
enough to get Fiona out of jail?
It's a start.

[ Groans ]

You don't want
to do this, Michael.
Oh, yes, I do.

Enough!
It's a dead man's switch.

If I drop this,
you'll be scraping
your friends off the walls.



[ Rebecca ]
I've been supplying Anson...

with travel documents
and cash every couple of weeks.

I can tell you
the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City...

where he's expecting
his next drop.

Anson will get
what he deserves.

I promise you that.

You know where Anson is?
Are you serious?

I have a lead on where he's
going to be tomorrow night.

But we can't get ahead
of ourselves.

Even if he shows up--
How?

How did you find him?

I've been talking to...
Rebecca.

Fi-- Fi, we have every reason
to believe her at this point.

She tried
to have me killed.
Trust me.

Anson was manipulating her.

If anyone can appreciate
what that's like, I can.

How can you be sure
you're not walking
into another trap?

I can't be sure on this one,
but I have to do it.

If I can put Anson in cuffs...

and you plead guilty
to a few weapons charges,

your sentence
will be time served.

It's your only chance.

[ Door Buzzes ]

Time's up, Glenanne.
Warden wants to see you.

[ Sighs ]
I trust you, Michael.

But if you let that weasel
slip away again,

I'm gonna break out of here
just to kick your ass.

Fair enough.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Line officers, report to
guardhouse immediately.

Ms. Glenanne, this is
Mr. Thomas and Mr. Walsh
from the State Department.

- Uncuff her, please.
- Actually, I'd prefer
if you didn't.

Arthur Meyers, MI6.

So pleased to meet you.

[ Fiona ]
What is this?

That is a rather
complicated question, isn't it?

We've been monitoring
your activities
for quite some time.

Honestly, we were hoping
all this would end...

with a needle
full of potassium chloride.

Seemed rather just,

in light of your
past affiliation with
the Irish Republican Army.

I left the army
because of their tactics.

I never hurt a civilian,
then or now.

Let's not quibble
about the past.
Let's talk about the future.

I don't see how you'll
have a damn thing
to say about it.

Well, then let me
help you see it.

We've been granted
a few hours of your time,
tomorrow from 1:00 to 4:00.

You'll be driven
to our new consulate,

and you and I can have
a little chat about
how you bombed the old one.

You think I'm
gonna talk to you?

I don't expect so, no.

But the light there
is exquisite, and you'll
look lovely on camera.

If you leak
that I'm in British custody,

there are people in Ireland
who will go after my family.

You'll be putting
innocent people in danger.

Their lives will be--
Over. Yeah.
That is one option.

The other option is if
you sign a new confession--
a full confession--

and we squash
this C.I.A. business.

Take the night
to think it over.

Sleep well.

Seven phone calls,
four texts
and two cryptic e-mails.

All to set up an urgent
cloak-and-dagger meeting
in the woods.

I think you enjoy being a spy
a little too much, Michael.

I think you need a hobby.

I know where we can find
Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?

He's been getting cash
and fresh travel documents...

every couple of weeks.

He's picking up a new package
tomorrow in a motel
in Atlantic City.

And how do you know this?
The point is I know it.

Hold on, Michael.

We've cut off
every bank account,
every known associate,

every line of support
Anson had.

Who's helping him?
My source on this
is confidential,

but I can vouch--
It's Rebecca.

She's the only one of his
contacts still in the wind.

And you found her,
didn't you?

You tracked down
a traitor to this agency,

and you didn't even
tell me about it?

I did what I had to do.

Do you want to reprimand me for
not following protocol, or do
you want to catch this guy?

Honestly? Both.
Well, one of
them can wait.

We have hours, not days.
And we have to keep this quiet.
So I want to use my people.

No. I'm running this op.
You came here because
you need C.I.A. resources.

If you want to pick
the team, fine.

But not Sam.

If he's in the mix and we
come up empty-handed again,

every one of my bosses
will line up to kick me.

It's the Agency's loss.
Sam is as good as I am.

And he accepts domestic beer
as payment.

I'll put a note
in his file.

- I don't get to go?
- I'm sorry, Sam.

Come on!

I've been helping you
slog through...

this burn notice garbage
for how many years now?

And I don't get to be there
when you finally put the wraps
on the last bastard standing?

I told them that they
were making a mistake.
But you know how it is.

You, the Agency, you.

Ah! I'm not even sure
you should be using
their people on this, Mike.

Who knows where Anson
has ears in D.C.?

That's why we're keeping it
as tight as possible.

Exactly. Why do you think
he's letting me come?

He gets to go?

Wow. Okay, that's
a little harsh.

I'm just helping with transpo,
keep the head count down.

And besides, no one knows
Atlantic City better than I do.

I drove a limo up there
and gambled.

Mostly I gambled.

I hate to ask,
but do you think you can
keep an eye on my mom?

Oh, you mean she's
not handling surveillance
and communications?

Yes, I'll do it. Fine.
Thank you.

Knock 'em dead, boys.

[ Chattering ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any prison,

contraband is the rule,
not the exception.

Candy, alcohol, even weapons
are available
at a steep markup.

But there are
still some things...

that no amount of cash, credits
or cigarettes will buy you.

Ayn, I need something.

I need to disappear.

Wait. You're not kidding.

Honey, if I had
a secret door out of here,

don't you think
I'd have used it by now?

I'm not talking about
actually breaking out.

I just need it
to look like I did.

Back up, criminal.
I thought you had this
whole C.I.A. exit strategy.

Yeah, well, apparently
the English government
heard about it,

and there's a British spy
who's intent on making
my life a living hell.

Right. Well, we all been there.

You have half the guards
on payroll here.

Surely one of them can just
stash me somewhere.

In a word? Hell, no.

But I might be able
to arrange for you
to have a little privacy--

if you can make it
worth my while.

That's a big "if."

Are you interested
in an early release?

Don't come in here
selling magic beans, girl.

No beans. Just leverage.

I'm a high-value prisoner.
They're gonna miss me
when I'm gone.

And?
And if you hide me,

I think it's only fair that
you be the one to find me.

Oh, you're right.

That kind of cooperation could
knock years off my sentence.

Damn, girl, you're diabolical.

It'll need to go down
first thing in the morning,
right after breakfast.

Yeah, I can work that.
But this thing
won't hold up long.

I'll give it a day,
maybe two.

With any luck,
that's all I'll need.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When the C.I.A. plans
the capture...

of a high-value target,

no expense is spared.

Directional microphones,

fiber-optic cameras,
Taser guns--

all the toys come out.

Blue team, copy back
if you're set.

[ Woman ] Copy.
[ Man ] Copy.

Look at him.
He's like a kid
in a candy store.

You guys don't know
how spoiled you are.

[ People Chattering, Hooting ]

** [ Caribbean, Faint ]

Can somebody tell me
the story with 111?

Um, well, this is kind
of awkward, Mike.

That's what
a party looks like.

Well, it won't be long
before the cops get invited.

Not the kind of welcome mat
we want to lay out for Anson.

How much petty cash do we have?
We can pay them to leave.

Fast and easy.
I did it once in Beirut.

[ Jesse ] Oh, hold on.
We got Nate Westen
to the rescue.

[ Nate ]
Hey, whose room is this?

[ Chattering Continues ]

** [ Stops ]
Damn it.
What the hell is he doing?

What you think
you're doing, dude?
You're in my ride.

Ah, yes.
I'm very sorry about that.
And I will be brief.

We're gonna need
all your linens.
What'd you say?

Well, I'm the assistant manager.
And-- Oh.

This is Manny.

And unfortunately, and I
don't want to alarm anyone,

but we have
a massive bedbug infestation.

Bedbugs?

Bedbugs.
You serious right now?

Yo! Farrah! Bova!

We gots to roll, kids.
Manny says the place
got bedbugs.

I ain't payin' for the room.
You can forget that, yo.

Yes, I understand,
and I'm very sorry
for the inconvenience.

- Whatever.
- [ Sighs ]

They gonna roll, yo.

You're welcome.
What the hell was that?

You like that?
That was actually a true story.

One time when I was
on the Strip, and I had these--

You drive.
That's what you do.
Nothing else.

It worked, okay?
Yeah.

What if it worked too well?

You want the entire motel
to clear out?

Anson would know something's
wrong from down the block.

Okay, Mike. Sorry.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any covert operation,

the closer
you get to your goal,

the more collateral damage
tends to arise.

Just because you're dealing
with one situation in a city
hundreds of miles away,

doesn't mean
that another one won't show up
on your doorstep back home.

Open up. Open up!

Aah! Sam, no!

Barry?
Jesus.

Who answers the door
like that?

Where's Mike?
I need Mike.

What the hell
happened with you?
[ Groans ]

I got shot.

[ Groaning ]

Are you sure
that that's sanitary?

It's not very sanitary,
but it'll stop the bleeding.

You barely got grazed.
Would you calm down and
just tell us what happened?

Okay.
I'm having my midday mojito.

I look over, and I see a gaggle
of Fiona's old gun buddies.

- I barely got out of there.
- Who are these people?

Um, you know how we're doing
a lot to get Fi out?

Uh, we might have
pissed off this, um,

major weapons dealer.

What does that have
to do with him?

It shouldn't have anything
to do with me.

But I handle all the money
for Fi's deals.

So the F.B.I. said,
"We'll offer you immunity
if you cooperate."

I was like, "I gotta think
about it," which is
why I need to talk to Mike.

I'm sorry.
Am I missing something?

Why didn't you just go
to the F.B.I., all right?
Let them protect you.

Take their deal.
Yeah, well, I know.

I would, but if I did that,
then they'd go pick up my books,

and then every single one
of my clients would have
a matching set of bracelets,

including your son and--

Oh, come on.
You said those tax shelters
were totally legal.

Yeah, Sam, what part
of that sounds totally legal?
"Tax shelter"?

I'm not gonna let
anything bad happen.
I promise you.

I just need
to go get those files...

that are germane to the issue
at hand, you understand?

Okay, so go do it.
I can't!

Listen, I keep all of my stuff
up at my client's lake house.

Now, they're gonna
be looking for my car.

So I'm gonna need a ride.
I'm gonna need a little backup.

Maddy, are you okay here?

Yeah, there's
a Real Housewives marathon.

I'll draw the blinds
and stay in.

Let's go.
Ow!

Try not to bleed
in my car.

This way, Sam.
[ Whistles ]
Some spot.

I didn't realize you had clients
who were actually, you know,
successful.

Yeah. Well, I'm more
than just great hair
and good looks, Sam.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

It's over here.

Hey, seriously,
what does this guy do?

Data mining
and derivatives...

and basically screwing over
a whole bunch of people
in Malaysia.

[ Beeps ]
Will you check
that closet for a box?

He is not a nice dude.

However, he does let me
stash my "iffy" files here...

in exchange
for free tax advice.

I need this.

All right,
so I'm gonna take all this.

Ow!

And that.

And, uh--

[ Beeping ]

Bingo. We're out.

Why are you pointing at it?

Because I'm injured, Sam.

I'm sorry I got shot.

Uh, Barry, stop walking
and pat your pockets...

like you forgot your keys.
What?

The S.U.V. on the street
wasn't there
when we got here.

I'm thinking the guy
behind the wheel,

who's not looking at us,
has a rifle in his lap.

Aah! I'm hit!
God, he got my leg!

Get in there!
Damn!
[ Groaning ]

[ Groaning ]

You all right?
No, I'm not all right.
I got shot in the leg.

Looks like a flesh wound.
Yeah, well, whatever.

It's twice in one day.

This has got to stop.

Sorry, Barry.

I'm pretty sure
this is just starting.

[ Groaning ]
Ow!

[ Groaning ]
How is it?

You're gonna be fine.
It's a through-and-through.

- If we live, you can put
a hoop through it.
- If we live?

Barry, there's four guys
outside with guns.

That's a lot.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Sam ] Oh, you
gotta be kidding me.

Do you have any bars?
No, man. There's no cell service
out here at all.

It's the main reason
why I asked my client
to use his place.

There's no cell service.
There's no Internet service.

It's the only way to-- Ow--

keep data safe from hackers.

[ Groans ]
[ Disconnect Tone ]

Ah, damn it.
They cut the phone lines.

You think any neighbors
heard that shot?

I don't know. It's all
vacation houses up here.

- I think we're probably
on our own.
- Okay. I need a beer.

Come on, man.
I'm gonna need you
to keep it together.

I can't deal
with these guys alone.

What are you talking about?
You can't deal
with these guys at all.

I'm making
a fake marshal's badge.

If we can't call the cops,
we gotta be the cops.

So I need your wallet,
some scissors and a glass.

What's the glass for?

We don't waste beer
in my family.
[ Opens Can ]

The guys
that Fi rolled over on,
you recognize any of 'em?

Yeah. Garret Hartley.

I think he's
the vice president
of killing people.

The guy's a cold-blooded
son of a bitch.

You were right.
Stack of mail
in the box next door.

Yeah.

You hear that, bitches?
We got all the time
in the world.

No rushing.
No more excuses.

Now, here's what I want--

[ Sam On Intercom ]
Attention!
Drop your weapons...

and put your hands up.

[ Button Clicks ]
[ Speaker Squelches ]

That's funny.

You're funny.
I'm not joking.

This is Chuck Finley,
U.S. Marshals Service.

We got a team
inside the house
and backup on the way.

Surrender now and you will not
be charged with threatening
law enforcement personnel.

It's very generous,
Mr. Finley,

but I'm gonna
have to say no.
[ Mouthing Words ]

[ Mouths Word ]
We know who you are,
Mr. Hartley.

Be smart.

How do you think
this is gonna end?

If you know who I am,
then you know how this ends.

I'm here to kill
Barry Burkowski.

Do yourself a favor.
Send him out.

We tried to be reasonable.
Remember that.

[ Beeps ]

Go check out the main road.

See if he's
telling the truth.
Yeah, boss.

- Hey, it's working.
- [ Sam ]
Uh, actually, it's not.

- We just bought ourselves
a few minutes to get ready.
- But he's leaving.

He's checking out our story.

Believe me, they're gonna
storm the joint as soon
as that S.U.V. comes back.

Aw! You know,
I really can't deal
with your negativity right now.

Barry, what kind
of outside lighting
does this house have?

[ Michael Narrating ]
The motion sensor
in a backyard floodlight...

works by measuring
infrared heat.

When a change is detected,
it triggers a charge
in two electrical leads...

that turn on the lights.

With a little
creative rewiring,

that same spark can
transform a shotgun shell...

into a primitive,
motion-activated zip gun.

Okay.

Now we got a little buddy
to guard the back door.
Hey, listen.

Um, that was neat and all,
but, uh, I don't think
your robot can protect us.

Do you see all the guns
that Garret brought?

Don't you worry.

When that S.U.V.
comes back,
we'll be ready.

One of the hardest parts
in any takedown operation...

is waiting
for the target to show.

There's nothing to do
but wait and watch,

knowing that even
the smallest mistake
can ruin everything.

Michael,
we have a visitor.

Anson?
Not quite.

- Looks like a delivery guy.
- [ Knocking ]

Sweet. The pizza's here.

I hope you guys
like Hawaiian-style.

Oh, Jess, do me a favor
and let the guys know--
dinner.

[ Man ] How you doin'?
[ Nate ] Hey, hey!
What's up? Sweet!

- [ Man ] Yup.
- All right, it's 42, right?

And there you got 50 bucks.
Keep the change.

- Cool. Thanks.
- Right on, man.

Damn it, Nate!

That's the second time
you've jeopardized
this operation!

What? I just got pizza.
I did something nice.

Who orders four pizzas
to a motel room?

Why don't you just hang
a sign on the door--
"Sting in progress."

Okay, I really doubt anybody--
I can't keep cleaning up
after you!

Not on this one!

You need to go.
I mean it.
Out the back. Now.

Fine.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Look, Mike,
I get it, but that was
a little harsh, man.

I mean, he's your brother.

Fiona's life
is on the line, Jess.

I can't have Nate--

There is no margin
for error on this.

Yeah.

[ Man On P.A. ]
Chaplain's assistant to
E block solitary.

Chaplain's assistant
to E block solitary.

Nice touch.
Cheaper than a lookout.

More reliable.

Never met a cup of rocks
that would betray me.

You're about to see
why I got myself
on library detail.

I had my guard on Cellblock D
kill their A.C. unit.

Nobody's gonna miss this.

Come on.

We gotta make room
for your bony ass.

[ Sighs ]

Just me and a year's supply
of menthols, huh?

Hey.

You get claustrophobic,
you bite your knuckle
and keep it to yourself.

If you get busted
before I can play the hero,

I'll be out of business
for nothing.

You can save the pep talk.
I have more riding on this
than you do.

[ Woman ]
Lunch call, ladies!
Line up! Let's go!

Line up!

[ Man ]
You heard her. Lunch call.

Stand up. Come on.

Glenanne.

Glenanne,
get out here right now!

[ Man On P.A. ]
All personnel
to Cellblock D. Code black.

Code black.

This is not a drill.
[ Guards Shouting ]

I can't die. I've never
climbed Kilimanjaro.

I've never seen The Wire.
I've never even had a four-way.
I've never--

I've never strangled a friend
in cold blood before,
but it's early.

[ Barry ]
It's back.

The vehicle with all the guns--
the death-mobile.

Looks like they're
getting organized.

Get the mortar, Barry.
Let's go.

Is calling it that supposed
to make me feel better?

It's just a beer can
with aquarium cleaner
and sugar and--

I know what I'm doing.
Does that make you
feel better?

Let's do it.

Hey, how long is it
gonna take you to get
this boomstick thing ready?

- A minute.
- Minute?

I don't think we have
a minute, man.
They're coming.

[ Beeps ]
Mr. Hartley.

Before you take another step,
I'd like to talk terms.

[ Speaker Squelches ]

Good. There's no reason
we can't be professional
about this.

I agree.
So I'm gonna offer you
one last chance.

If you forfeit your guns,
we'll drop the weapons charges.

If you don't,

a federal prosecutor
is gonna step on your neck
as hard as he can.

Don't embarrass yourself,
Mr. Finley.

We both know you
don't have backup on the way.

Now, that chubby little C.P.A.
in there is gonna die.

If you give him up,
there's no reason you have to.

As I said, this isn't personal.

Yeah, well,
this isn't either.

Okay, give me a light.
Oh.

[ Shouting, Indistinct ]

- Back! Back! Back!
- The ammo! Get down! Now!

[ Ammunition Exploding ]

[ Stops ]

Man, I always thought of you
as a second banana,
but forget Mike.

You're number one
in my book.

Barry, there were four guys.
Where's the fourth--

[ Gunshots ]
[ Man Groans ]

And you made fun of my robot.

Yeah! It hurts,
doesn't it?

Ha!

We got one, man. One down.
Yeah.

Now there's only three people
trying to kill us.

That was brave, Mr. Finley.

Brave, but not very smart.

You just made it my job
to kill you too.

Well, Mr. Hartley,
it's my job to avoid
any further bloodshed,

so I'm warning you.

If you come any closer,
we will open fire.

We are well-armed and prepared
to defend ourselves.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint,
but you're going to have to.

[ Beeps ]

That was good. Strong.

Yeah, thanks.
I was also lying.

Take a good look.
That's all we got, amigo.

What? Why didn't you bring
more ammunition?

Because we were just here
to pick up a box
full of paper.

Why didn't you take
the damn F.B.I. deal
when they offered it?

Well, obviously
I regret that now.

Okay, I don't hear
any sirens,

so he's calling for backup
even as we speak.

So we got to get out of here
before reinforcements show up.

How far away is the garage?
Would you say 60, 70 feet?
I don't know. I don't live here.

But if we're gonna make
a beeline for it, we might
as well do it now, right?

Says the one-legged man.
I'm just saying.

They got a burning truck
and a man with a hole
in his arm.

They seem
pretty well distracted.

Well, distracted
doesn't mean asleep.

You see Sylvester and
Jean-Claude out there?

They're banged up,
but they can still shoot.

If we try and make
a run for it without cover,

we're gonna get
our asses shot off.

[ Sighs ]
[ Fingers Snap ]

What? What?

Hang on.

Come on, bacon. Come on.
Give me some bacon.

Come on.

Yeah!

Um--

Hey, look. I hate
to be a skeptic here,

but, uh,
how the hell is breakfast meat
supposed to help us get away?

It's not the meat.
It's the grease.

When I was with the teams,
they taught us that
any hydrocarbon polymer,

like animal fat, can--

Never mind.
Breakfast meat is magic.

[ Alarm Ringing ]
[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're on the run,

the first few hours
are when you're
most likely to get caught.

Most fugitives
are caught quickly...

because they're trying
so hard to get away that
they leave a trail a mile wide.

The best plan
is usually to hide well
and stay out of sight.

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Man ]
We got something
near the library.

Of course it doesn't matter
how well you're hidden...

if they have a K-9 unit
that can smell you
as well as see you.

In that case, your best option
is usually a decoy.

[ Dog Growling ]

Give the dog
something to find...

and hope their handlers
don't look too close.

[ Groans ]
I'm sorry, ma'am.

It must have been the tobacco
that set him off.

And as exciting as it is
to discover a hidden pack
of ronnies,

I think it's safe to say
that Ms. Glenanne escaped
from your facility.

So go back to your hotel.
You'll be notified
the moment she turns up.

When she turns up, it'll be
in Ireland or Morocco.

My arrangement
with the State Department
was for today.

This trip has been a waste.

Good-bye, Warden.
You'll be hearing
from my embassy.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're planning
an operation to grab a target,

you want as much manpower
on the ground as you can get.

You want to make sure you've
covered every approach,
every escape route.

[ Woman ]
Can I have Room 104?
[ Man ] Yeah.

Because no matter
how much you plan,
there are always surprises.

[ Cell Phone Buzzes ]

All right. New deal.

That's not
just any hooker.

She requested Room 104.
Anson sent a cutout.

Blonde under the breezeway--
Get a mike on her.

I'll do you one better.
This little baby's gonna be
her own private cell tower.

We'll get the location
of whoever she's talking to.

[ Woman ]
No. No, there's nobody.

It's a crappy motel.
Jesus, what do you want?

[ Anson ]
I want you to keep
your eyes open.

[ Woman ]
Hey, relax.

What the hell's
in this package
that's got you so--

I don't pay you
to ask questions. Just
get me the damn bag by 5:00.

Make sure no one's watching.
I got to get out of town.

We got him.

We got you, you little
vest-wearing son of a bitch.

No, no. We don't have him yet.
Southwest corner
of Baltic and M.L.K.

- That's across town.
- [ Michael ]
Drexel Hotel.

Blue team,
Anson Fullerton is
at the Drexel Hotel.

We have less than an hour
to get there. Move!
[ Man ] Copy that.

Hey, go easy, Barry.

Hey, if you want me
to run on this leg,

then I need to--
I need to not feel it so much.

Actually, I don't want to feel
much of anything right now.

Looks like
a firing squad out there.

They can't hit
what they can't see.

Trust me.

[ Michael Narrating ]
4,000 years ago,

warriors disoriented
their enemies...

by setting fire
to bushels of straw
soaked in grease...

and turning them
into smoke bombs.

Even though today's soldiers
have traded burning crops
for hexachloroethane,

it doesn't mean
those primitive methods
aren't still effective.

Hey, easy, bub.
Cholesterol kills.

Yeah?
So do trained killers.

I don't know why
they're waiting for backup.

They should just come in here
and kill us now. Ow.

Well, don't tell them that.
Okay, now, look.

These are smoke bombs.
It'll give us
some kind of cover.

It's like
a curtain between us
and Garret's shooters.

But we're still gonna
have to haul ass.
You ready?

As ready as I'll ever be.
Let's just do this.

Okay, whoa.

Now, this entire plan--
our lives--

depends on putting those
directly in front
of the guys with guns.

Now, were you an all-county
quarterback at Annalee High?

I was Nathan Detroit
in Guys and Dolls.

Yeah.

On my signal,
we're gonna approach the house
from the right.

Get down!

[ Man ]
Take cover!

They're not bombs.

- Watch out, Barry!
- [ Shotgun Cocks ]

Shoot them!

Go! Get in there!
I hate this so much!

[ Yelling ]
I thought you said
there'd be a curtain!

What happened
to the curtain?

It doesn't matter
if the bad guys are
on this side of the curtain.

Garret's reinforcements
showed up.

That's not a jump rope,
is it?

No, that's a detcord.

Garret's gonna make
his own door.

We won't even know
where he's coming from.

That's not good.
Neither is this.

We're out of ammo.

Okay, good.
Another beer.

This means
you have a plan, right?
What's this one for?

No, this is just
a regular beer.

Takes the sting off the fact
that I'm gonna die.

Got to say, though,
most days it feels
less immediate.

Skirt the edge.
We'll hit him in the back.

Sam, how does
the Lord's Prayer go?
[ Gas Hissing ]

Come on, you heathen.
I got a plan.

It's just not a plan
I like very much.

[ Groans ]

This guy pays
his gas bill, right?

Why?

What are you--

[ Gas Hissing ]
You are!

You're gonna blow up
his house, aren't you?

No. Technically,
they're gonna blow up the house.

I'm just helping them.
Come on. Go.
Ow!

[ Michael Narrating ]
An explosion can kill you...

in four different ways.

There's the shock wave,
the shrapnel, the fire...

and the oxygen depletion.

The best way to survive
that deadly combination
of factors...

is to run like hell.

If running isn't an option,

your best bet is to create
a small, airtight space...

from the most flame-retardant
material you can find.

When an explosion
is headed your way,

it's hard to argue with an
overturned porcelain bathtub.

[ Groaning ]

If we live through this--

Not a word.
I-- I swear. Ever.

The brisance
or shattering force
of a natural gas explosion...

is nowhere near
as powerful as C-4 or RDX.

But just because
the blast won't kill you...

doesn't mean you want to live
through it without proper cover.

Knock, knock, Barry!

[ Beeps ]

[ Yelling ]

[ Groans ]

We made it!

[ Groans ]

Get away from me.
You smell like bacon.

[ Barry ]
Oh, man!
Sorry, Garret.

I guess things got
a little personal.

Let's go.

[ Michael Narrating ]
As a spy, your job
is to avoid detection.

But there are times when
you're sure to be discovered--
[ Squeaking ]

and all that's left
is how and when.

But that's not nothing.

Sometimes how and when
give your friends
an awful lot of leverage.

This one says she heard
two inmates in F block
planning something.

Go ahead. Tell her.

You didn't
say "please," Glen.

As in please clear this room
so the grown-ups can talk.

And please have
a sparkling water
waiting for me when I'm done.

[ Mouths Word ]

What do you want, Ms. Reeds?

I don't have
much time today.
Oh. Really?

Well, I've got a lot of time.

In fact, that's what I want
to talk to you about.

I'm up for parole
in three months.

You're up for rejection
in three months.

Well, no. Not this time.

This time,

I'll have a letter of support
from you.

Why?

Because you ratted out
two chickenheads
planning a riot?

Because I know
where Fiona Glenanne is.

And as soon as that's signed
and faxed to my lawyer,

you will too.

Get out of there!

Come here!

I bet you think
you're awfully clever.

But your British friend
is just going to fly back
and make another appointment.

Well, he better hurry.

Ayn's not the only one
expecting an early release.

Put them both in solitary.

[ Man ]
Yes, ma'am. Let's go.

[ Beeps ]
[ Jesse ]
Going left.

[ Man ]
We're close.

Okay. Up ahead,
around the corner.

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

Safety your weapons,
but be prepared.

I want Anson alive,
not in a body bag.

Damn it.
He was forwarding the calls.

Low-tech, less traceable.

Pretty smart way to bounce
a call actually.

Let's get tech in here.
Maybe we can--

No. We call him back.
We'll get a hit off his location
before he picks up,

make it look like
his cutout pocket-dialed him.

Mike, that's too risky.
He might--
He said he had to leave by 5:00.

There's no way we'll have time
to get Langley involved.

[ Beeps ]
[ Rapid Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeps ]

We got it. We got it.
He's near the airport.

That's 20 minutes.
That son of a bitch
is getting away again.

There's no way
we get there in time.
Maybe we don't have to.

[ Beeps ]

[ Slot Machine Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

- What?
- Nate, are you
near the airport?

Yeah. How the hell you think
I'm gonna get home, jackass?

Anson is not here.
He's at a café
called Tides Café.

- He won't be there for long.
- So now you need me, huh?

Nate,
I will apologize later.

But right now,
I'm just trying
to get over there.

He's probably
going to be armed,

so I want you
to get eyes on him,
but do not approach him.

Do you understand me?
Do not approach him.

Mike, I got this.

[ Slot Machine Beeps,
Plays Tones ]

Listen to me.

You can have the cash
if you burn the I.D.'s.

Because something
doesn't smell right--
[ Grunts ]

[ People Gasp ]

Hey, asshole,
Michael Westen says hello.

Get up.

Get up!

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Enjoy the moment, Fredo,
but I know where too
many bodies are buried.

I'll be out in a week.
Shut up.

Shut your mouth.
I don't want to hear it.

I'll call Fi's lawyer,
tell her she can start
the paperwork.

Mike, we got him, man.

It is about time.

[ Gunshots ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Nate!

You're gonna be all right.
Okay?

Look at me. You're okay.
You're okay.

I'm gonna get you help,
all right?

I'm scared.

Come on. No, no, no.
Come on.

No, no, no.

No.

No.

Hey! Hey! Nate!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

South side's clear!
There's nothing over here!

[ Man Singing Pop Ballad ]
* Stones

* On weathered shores

* You were the one

* And I will always be there

[ Michael Narrating ]
A spy's life
is spent preparing--

learning languages,

researching targets,

practicing with weapons.

You prepare so when
the important moments arrive,
you're ready.

But there are certain moments--
human moments--

that no amount of training
can prepare you for.

Hi, honey.
How'd it go?

Mom.

Michael,
what's the matter?

Nate's gone.

* This won't

Mom, Nate's dead.
[ Sobs ]

* Get broken

No, he--
No, he isn't!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

* This won't

* Get broken

* This won't

* Get broken

* This won't

* Get broken

** [ Vocalizing ]

It took you long enough.

I was beginning to think
you didn't need me.

Fi, I need you
more than ever.

Michael, what's wrong?