Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 7, Episode 4 - Brothers in Arms - full transcript

Michael: My name
is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...
[Phone rings]

We got a burn notice
on you.

You're blacklisted.
[Whistles]

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 FBI...

You know spies--
bunch of bitchy little girls.

Family too...

[Phone rings]
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.

Strong: It's a deep cover job.

Going after the leader
of a terrorist network



based in the Dominican Republic,
Randall Burke.

Those satellite uplinks
you told me

that Burke was stealing?

Guess who he's selling 'em to?

Rafael Serano,
international terrorist.

- So how do you want to do it?
- I don't want your money.

I just want you.

You have information
that's valuable

to people I work for.

Go!

I just found out
you have a boss.

Burke, you're part
of an organization.

Am I part of it?

Or am I some tool you use
and throw away?

All will be revealed
in time.

[Toads croaking]

Strong:
Are you in place?

Yeah.
Are we a go?

We're a go.

I know you don't like
this operation, Michael.

Just remember, Serano
hasn't given us much choice.

Burke, we can break him.

Just keep interrogating him.
It'll take time.

Negative, that's
time we don't have.

This has to happen now.

Are you ready, Michael?

Are you ready?

I'll do what I have to do.

Good.
Keep your radio live.

Remember, I'm counting on you.
We all are.

[Goggles whir]

Hello, Serano.

[Door shuts]
Gonna do this again?

[Sighs] I told you,
I have nothing to say.

The same as yesterday
and the days before

and every time you've been
in this room!

Yeah, well...

You can make this all stop

just by answering
my one question.

Six months ago,
you're in Haiti

doing an arms deal
with a Turkish national.

You're wasting your time!

Burke: You receive information
about a woman in the area

that's wanted
by Russian intelligence.

- And you tell the Russians--
- Her location. Yes!

In exchange
for $2 million. Yes!

Tell me where
they're holding her.

[Laughs]

[Speaking spanish]
Why don't you kill me now?

Huh? I'm not
gonna tell you anything.

The same as every other day.

I think today might be
a little different.

[Whispering]
Just keep watching.

[Door opening,
hinge squeaking]

Michael:
When you work undercover,

the first question
you have to ask yourself

is how far you're willing to go
to accomplish the mission.

[Whispering]
Oh, no, no.

Oh, no. No, no.

Si, si-si, si-si, si.

That's your daughter.

The trick is to make
the people you're working for

believe that those lines
don't exist,

that you're willing to do
absolutely anything for them

no matter how horrible.

Tell me what I want to know.

[Shakily]
You have no idea

what these Russians will do
if I say anything.

Your biggest problem
isn't the Russians right now.

It's me.

[Whispering]
Please, no.

Please.

I'm gonna make a call
to the gentleman

in your daughter's bedroom.

You're gonna get
to watch the results

of that call
on that screen.

The bitch is in Cuba!

Cuba!

Some black site off Havana!

It's a factory down
by the south port.

That's all I know!
I swear!

[Crying]

It's okay.

It's okay, amigo.

[Chains grate, clank]

You made the right choice.

[Crying]

Hey.

We're not gonna hurt
your daughter.

No, she'll be okay.

[Shakily]
These Russians...

They'll go after my family.

Burke: You're right.

The Russians are gonna want
to punish you,

but only as long
as you're still alive.

[Sighs]

You got a cigarette?

Michael: The only way to get
through a mission like that

is to remind yourself
that to stop a monster,

sometimes you have to
pretend to be one.

[Gunshot]

7x04
Brothers in Arms
Original Air Date on June 27, 2013

This mission
is getting out of control.

Strong, you need to talk
to your people at the CIA,

make them understand
I can't do this.

Michael, calm down.
I know you're upset.

Upset?

Burke almost had me
kill a child.

But you didn't.

This time.

Now he wants me to pull Sam
and Jesse in for a job in Cuba,

and I can't do it.

You can't?
You have to.

You know as well as I do
that it's not just your ass

on the line
if this mission goes south.

Michael,
do you understand?

- Yeah.
- Good.

[Grunts]

[Moody guitar music]

♪

[Chickens cackle]

Thanks for coming, Sam.

Yeah, not loving
these last-minute trips, Mike.

Two-hour notice
to get to Cuba,

to bust somebody
out of a Russian black site?

That's the plan.

And Burke won't say
who we're breaking out?

It's a woman.
That's all I know.

Well, she must be
pretty damn important.

In case you hadn't noticed,

we're not exactly
on friendly soil.

We get caught here,
we're staring

at the wrong end
of a firing squad.

Look, Mike, Jesse and I
will back you up,

but tell me
there's an endgame here.

When do we get to take
the son of a bitch down?

As soon as I find out
who Burke is working for.

This is much bigger
than just one guy, Sam.

Great. Let me guess.

Strong and the CIA brass

want you to find out
how much bigger?

This doesn't end until I do.
[Car trunk shuts]

Burke went to a lot of trouble
to track this woman down.

She could be the key
to what his group is up to.

Guess we better
get at it then.

[Suspenseful percussive music]

♪

Jesse: So the Russians are hiding
their black sites

in refrigerator
repair shops now?

Burke: It's been closed down
for a few years.

They moved in,
put guards on the roof,

and turned it
into a secret prison.

What can you say
about the security situation?

Not much.

There's only one way in
or out.

At any given time,

there's a half-dozen guards
up on the roof.

Steel-reinforced front doors
and a whole lotta cameras.

Yeah, no kidding.
And the target?

Sonya Lebedenko.

She's gonna be
in a holding cell

somewhere in that building.

Who is she?

She's a girl
in a holding cell

somewhere
inside the building.

That's all you need to know.

All righty then.

Do we have any intel
on what lies between her cell

and the front door and how
we're gonna get past it?

That's what you're here
to figure out, Jesse.

Appreciate
the vote of confidence,

but just look at the place.

Even if we make it in there,

I don't see a way
to get this Sonya back out.

You know,
that's a good point, Sam.

But here's the deal.

Either you figure out a plan
to get her out quick

or I'll find someone else
who will.

Don't worry.
We'll come up with something.

Okay, Mike, it's official.
You've gone crazy.

- I can't have Burke...
- This is impossible!

Bringing in other people
in on this.

My entire mission at the CIA
is riding on this!

Well,
it's not gonna mean much

if we all get pumped
full of lead, Mike.

And there's a good chance
of that happening

if we go in there
guns a-blazing.

You know I'm right.

Well, maybe...
We don't go in.

Maybe we get them
to bring her out.

What are you talking about?

If I can
convince the Russians

that the CIA
is about to raid their site,

they'll evacuate with Sonya.

It'll be a lot easier
to grab her

if they're on the move.

Well, what makes you think
they're gonna bite

on your approach?

I just spent nine months
in a Dominican hellhole

convincing the world
the CIA hates me.

It's not a stretch
to say I'd turn on them.

Mike, that's
all well and good,

but these are the Russians
that we're talking about.

Last I checked,
they hate you.

Besides, you won't even
be able to explain

why you know where
their black site is.

I'll say I have a source
I can't reveal.

And when they start
to torture you,

what will you
tell them then?

I don't know
what else to do, Sam!

Guys! Guys!
I have an idea.

Back in my CIFA days,
I knew a guy

at the Russian consulate
in Miami--Ivan Gorev.

He's the G.R.U.'s
deputy chief.

He used to harass dissidents,
steal corporate secrets,

- stuff like that.
- Yeah, but so what?

How does a guy 200 miles away
solve our problem?

We get someone in Miami
to grab this guy,

make it look like
he's spying for the U.S.

Then Mike goes in,

tells 'em about a traitor
in their ranks.

They might buy the story.

That could work.

Now this, uh,
someone in Miami...

Any ideas?

I'll call Fi.

[Cell phone rings]

[Phone beeps]

- Hello?
- It's me.

Well, I assume you're
not calling to catch up.

Fi, I need your help.

Michael,
I have spent the last year

trying to put my life
back together.

What was left of it.

Now things are good.

I-I can't drop everything
when you call.

Not anymore.

You're right.
And I'm sorry I--

- Michael, look--
- Let me finish, please.

I'm sorry I made a promise
that things were gonna change

and then I broke
that promise.

You deserve better.

I'm glad you have that now.

What do you need?

[Suspenseful music]

♪

It shouldn't be too long.
The consulate opens at 9:00.

Don't worry about me.
It's my first kidnapping.

[Chuckles]

I'm not exactly
in a hurry to start.

Well, just follow my lead.

These things are usually
much easier than they sound.

Nice try, honey.

You know
I don't mind lending a hand

when it comes to these jobs.

But wouldn't Carlos have been
a better choice?

Well, I couldn't tell him
what I was doing.

You know,
it's none of my business,

but keeping secrets
is not really great

for a relationship.

Especially a secret like this.

Talking to him about it
would've been too hard.

Fi, why are you
doing this?

I wish I knew.

[Door opens]

There's Ivan.

Doesn't look like
much of a spy, does he?

Well, he's more
of a pencil-pusher.

But from what I hear,

he's done his fair share
of damage.

You stay sharp.

Uh, sir?
Hi.

You know, my mother and I
are delivering some boxes

to a friend of hers,
and she's not home.

Could you help us?

No, sorry.
I'm late for work.

It'll just take
a couple seconds.

Yes, but I have
a very busy day.

I can't.

Well, then I suggest
you make time.

Michael: When you're planning
to smuggle a listening device

into a facility where
you know you'll be searched,

choosing where to hide it
can be a life-or-death decision.

Not only
do you want to conceal it

in a place where no one
will think to look...

Okay, brother, you ready?

But also in a place
no one will want to look.

[Grunts]

Okay, that looks
sufficiently gross.

Okay, Burke,
we're ready over here.

Let's see if it works.

Transmitting.

[Over radio]
Transmitting.

Loud and clear.

All right,
we're on the move.

Let's get this place set up.

Okay, Mikey.

Go make some new friends.

Open the door!

[Guns cocking]

Michael Westen.

[Clanking]

_

_

Michael: When an undercover
cop wears a wire,

it's often more for safety
than for intelligence gathering.

If the Op goes bad,

his support team
can pull him out.

For a spy wearing a wire,

those priorities
are reversed.

What matters
is the intelligence.

If the Op goes bad,

your support team
just listens to you die.

[Beeping]

[Clack]

It's urgent!

This is urgent!

[Russian accent]
Michael Westen, I must say!

Is very big honor.

It's not every day that
such a famous spy shows up,

gives me a chance
to practice my English.

I am Vladimir Duboff,
G.R.U.

Tell me,
what can I do for you?

Glad you asked.

I need protection.

Protection?

You came here
for protection?

Maybe you're not as clever
as they say.

My men are already competing

for honor of putting bullet
in your head.

Why would I protect you?

I'm not on the greatest terms
with the CIA.

Maybe you've heard?

Yeah, they say
you had a disagreement

with a senior officer.

And shot him.

Yeah, and they've
been hunting me ever since.

Unfortunately,
I got spotted by a CIA team

in the middle
of Havana yesterday.

Caught a bullet fragment
trying to get away.

A CIA team...
In Havana?

Yeah, I couldn't
believe it either.

So I looked into it,
find out

they're going to raid
this place.

So, old enemy,
meet new friend.

I help you, you help me?

[Chuckles]

The CIA attack here?

Mm, no, no.

This is impossible.

It's not just possible,
it is happening.

I have a source who told me

they're after some prisoner
you have here.

A girl. Sonya?

Does that ring a bell?

I'll take that as a yes.

Listen to me.
Vladimir, I can help you.

You get this girl,

we slip out of here quietly,
just the three of us,

and my source
can get us a safe route.

[Slaps]

Enough!
This is a lie!

This is impossible.

There is no way the CIA
knows about these things!

Well, then explain
how I walked up

and knocked on
your front door!

You have a leak.

A G.R.U. guy
at the consulate in Miami.

Check it out if you want.

I'm telling you the truth.

We will find out
what is the truth.

Michael: The trick to making
someone look like a spy

is to strike
just the right balance

between tradecraft that's
good enough to be convincing

but bad enough
to be detected.

One of the easiest techniques
makes use of cell phone GPS.

If you know the phone
is monitored

you can lay down a digital trail
all over town,

and it will lead straight
to your target.

You really think the Russians
are tracking this thing?

Well, if they haven't yet,
they will be.

Which is why
I need to make it look

like Ivan left this bag
of documents behind

for his contact.

I'm gonna dump it
in that trash can over there.

[Zipper rasps]

If he tries anything,
shoot him.

[Car door opens, shuts]

[Muffled]
Water, please.

Water.

- Water?
- Yeah.

You stay quiet,
you understand?

[Grunts]

[Russian accent]
Why are you doing this?

If G.R.U. believes
I am traitor,

they will kill me.

I'm sorry.

We're helping someone.

But there must be
another way.

Please.
I have connections.

- Whatever it is you need--
- I'm sorry.

I don't believe
there is another way.

[Car horn honks,
tires screech]

Damn it!

[Car horns honking]

[Tires screech]
[Grunts]

[Groans]

I hope you've had
your fill of water today,

'cause it's the last
you're gonna get.

[Muffled grunting]

That's right.

[Coughing]

I do not like
to do this to you.

Tell me why it is
you're really here,

who sent you,
and we stop.

I don't like you
doing this to me either!

And I told you!

[Panting]
The CIA,

they're going to raid
this place.

That is a lie.

This is the most secret
Russian facility

in the Republic of Cuba!

The CIA does not--

I told you!
There's a source in Miami!

Do you think we tell someone
in Miami consulate

about this place?

No!

Whatever game it is
you are playing,

it is time to stop.

Time to tell me the truth!

I am telling the truth,
I swear.

You have to get your prisoner
out of here.

[Whispering]

[Speaking Russian]

[Gasping]

Bad news from Miami?

I do not understand it.

A G.R.U. agent
went missing,

leaving behind documents
with information

about this location.

It doesn't make sense!

This G.R.U. agent,
he's never been here.

He's nothing, he's nobody!

That's what a good agent will
make you think, wouldn't he?

He made calls to a hotel
near the revolution Plaza.

That's very close to where
the CIA took a shot at me.

If you hurry, you can send
a team over there,

you might catch
a bunch of commandos

ordering room service.

And when you're done,
maybe you can untie me

and we get
the hell out of here!

[Door opens, shuts]

[Tires screech]
Burke: They took the bait.

You've got a car full of
G.R.U. agents headed your way.

[Tires squeal]
Ready?

As ready as we can be
for a car full of G.R.U. agents.

Just make it
look convincing.

Yeah, we're on it, man.

The place looks like
an abandoned CIA headquarters.

Don't mess this up.

We're not gonna get
another chance.

[Phone beeps]

You're welcome, man.

He says the G.R.U.'S
rolling this way.

Figure we got about 15 minutes
if they don't hit traffic.

Okay, let's get cracking.

Michael: Standard protocol
for leaving a covert base

is to destroy anything
of intelligence value.

Computer hard drives
are smashed.

Documents are shredded
or burned.

Bottom line: If you need
to convince someone

they found an abandoned
CIA operations center,

you've got to make
a serious mess.

But, of course...
[Siren approaches]

None of that
will do much good

if you get caught
making that mess.

[Tires screech]

Oh, crap.

- Sam, we got trouble.
- What?

You said the Russian bastards
wouldn't be here for 15 minutes.

It's not the Russian bastards,
it's the Cuban bastards.

G.R.U. must have called the cops
for backup.

- Well, there goes our way out.
- No, duh.

We gotta find another way
out of this place.

Well, you got any ideas?

'Cause all I see is a door

that leads to a very long stay
in a Cuban prison

or a window that leads

to a very long drop
to the concrete.

Maybe not.

Check it out.

[Car horn honking]

Oh, I don't like this idea.

You got a better one?

Just 'cause
I got nothing better,

- doesn't make your idea good.
- Sam.

[Knocking on door]

_

[Tense music]

♪

[Beeping, door opens]

Did your men
find the team?

They were at the hotel,
but they escaped.

My men are gathering
whatever intelligence is left

from the site now.

They will bring it here,

and you will help us
to evaluate.

You want to go over
documents?

Vladimir,
we need to leave now.

I increased the number
of the guards.

We are safe.

Safe.
Is that a joke?

The is the least safe place
in all of Cuba.

Somewhere in here is a traitor,
maybe more than one.

Traitor?
There is no traitor.

How many CIA documents
were shredded?

How many computers
were destroyed?

All of them!

The CIA team must have seen
my men drive up--

Vladimir, think.

If they destroyed everything,

they must have started
before your men arrived.

How could they have done that
if they weren't tipped off?

All of the men here...

were checked personally
by me.

Then I suggest
you check them again,

because somebody in here
is selling you out.

[Children shouting, laughing]

I think I tore a ligament
or something

on top of that stupid bus.

God, will you stop
complaining about that?

Not complaining,
it just hurts.

Right, that's called
complaining.

That's what complaining is.

Tell you what,
next time we'll wait around

for a bus with a...
giant pillow on top of it.

- How does that sound?
- Yeah, very funny.

You're not the one
walking halfway across Havana

on a busted ankle.

Hang on.

[Cell phone rings]
Oh, here we go.

[Phone beeps]
Yeah?

Burke: Where are you?

We're in the old town area
taking side streets.

- Look, we should be to you--
- No, check that.

Vladimir still isn't sold.

Michael just told him he
has a traitor in his operation.

So...

We need to find one.

What? How the hell
are we supposed to do that?

The Russians still have agents
back at the hotel, right?

You gotta grab one.

Make it look like he
betrayed his team and ran off.

Oh, is that all?

Just go back to the hotel
and kidnap a G.R.U. agent?

Can I remind you that we barely
got out of there just now?

At this point,
either Vladimir finds a traitor

in his organization,
or the operation fails

and Michael dies.

[Phone beeps]

Michael: Ironically,
one of the best times

to go after enemies

is just after they think
they've beaten you.

No one expects an attack

while they're still basking
in the glow of victory.

- Okay, you ready?
- Ready enough.

The key is to use
the opponent's overconfidence.

The more comfortable they are
that they can handle any threat,

the more likely it is

they'll leave themselves
vulnerable.

[Ignition turns over]

[Tires squeal]

Ivan, I need
your bank account number

and your password.

What? What for?

You already made it look
like I give information to CIA.

My friend just kidnapped
a G.R.U. agent in Cuba,

and you're going to help
make it look like

he's been getting payoffs.

Account number, Ivan.
Now.

I can't. No.

Let me make this easy
for you.

Either you do as we ask,

or I dump your ass
at the Russian consulate,

and they shoot you
on the spot.

Kill me.
Just do it.

After what you have done,

the whole world will think
I'm traitor to my country.

You spend your time
spying on dissidents

and shaking down
small businesses.

You know, the last I checked,
it's not a big step down

from corrupt spy to traitor.

Fine.

I give it to you.

But first, I want you
to do something for me.

I want you to write a letter.

To my girlfriend.

- To your girlfriend?
- Yes.

Her name is Eva.

Just write down what I say
and send.

It is all I ask.

I think we can do that.

What do you wanna say?

Tell her she was my life.

Until I met her,
I had no happiness.

I did not want to join G.R.U.
as a young man,

but I had no choice.

Tell her I'm sorry I can't
pay for school, because--

School?

Eva goes to nursing school.

The money in the account
was for her.

Give me the account number.

I'll send 500 bucks to Cuba,

and the rest I'll put
into an account for Eva.

Thank you.

And tell Eva...

Tell her good-bye.

[Beeping]

What's going on?

We found the traitor.

One of the men I sent

to investigate
the CIA safe house disappeared

with all of the documents,
all of the evidence.

- You sure it's him?
- Yes.

The G.R.U. agent in Miami
was sending him money.

So we can
get out of here now?

We will get the prisoner
and go.

Your CIA source,
he can get us away?

Absolutely.

He's at a marina outside
of the city with a boat.

I just need to know
you will take care of us.

This prisoner,
she is top priority for Moscow.

As long as she is safe,
you will be well rewarded.

Oh, believe me, we will
definitely take care of her.

All right,
let's go get this Sonya.

Sounds like
we're good to go.

Mike's working his magic.

Guy's taking
the girl right out

and not even bringing
any guards.

Don't get ahead
of yourself.

[Cocks gun]
This ain't over yet.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Keypad beeping]

[Phone beeps]

What the hell is going on?

I don't like
the sound of this.

Vladimir,
what are you doing?

We need to go now.

No more.
[Keypad beeping]

That was Moscow.

There's a Russian submarine
offshore.

It is diverting here.

Don't look so worried.
You've done a good thing today.

Incredible, yes?

Michael Westen:
The new friend of Moscow.

The CIA are en route.

Let them come!

They are sending
a full commando team

to protect the prisoner.

Also, the interrogators,
to find more traitors here.

[Buzzing, clanking]

This is bad.

This place is already
impossible to hit,

it's about to get
even more impossible.

What the hell
are we gonna do?

I say we
just call this off

and start trying to negotiate
for Mike's release.

No, we're not negotiating
with anyone.

We got a mission
to complete.

Yeah, hey, pal,

maybe you haven't
been paying attention here,

but this mission is toast.

Mike's trapped in there.

We're not negotiating
with anyone!

We have a mission
that needs to be completed.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

How's that
supposed to work, huh?

You got some army around here
that I'm not aware of?

Even if you did,
by some miracle, have an army,

I still don't
see how they'd get

your precious Sonya
out alive.

He's got a point, Burke.

This isn't looking good.

How much semtex
do we have left?

About a couple pounds,
maybe?

Enough to get through
a wall or two.

But we don't even know
where they are in there.

I'll take it in myself.

Okay, and how do you propose
to walk in there

with two pounds
of high explosive?

I'll tell them
I'm Michael's CIA contact.

We load the laptop
full of semtex,

I find them,
blast us out,

and you two pick us up.

- Oh, that easy, huh?
- No, it's not that easy.

I can't think
of another plan

that's that's gonna
get everyone else out alive.

You're not buying it?
No, I'm not.

Know this--
I've never left anyone behind.

The people who work with me,

the people
who fight alongside me,

that's my family.

I'm not gonna leave
Michael behind or Sonya.

No one.

If you want to see Michael
alive again...

Help me get him out.

Will you do that?

Yeah.

Yeah, you got it.

[Tense music]

[Door buzzes]

[Guns cocking]

I wanna see, uh,
Vladimir Duboff.

I'm a friend
of Michael Westen.

Wait here.

Got to hand it to Burke,
the guy leads from the front.

I'm not joining
the Randall Burke fan club

just yet.

I still don't see how this plan
gets Mike and Sonya out.

Guess we're about
to find out.

[Speaking Russian]

You are Westen's CIA contact,
I assume.

You assume correctly.

I owe you
debt of gratitude then.

Your information
was extremely helpful.

Then why are we still here?

I've been waiting
at the marina for hours.

- Calm down.
- Calm down?

You want me to--
did Michael tell you

about the CIA team
on their way here?

- Yes, he told me.
- Okay.

It's not a problem.

Reinforcements are coming.

We are perfectly safe
right here.

[Sighs]

Okay, well,
that's comforting.

[Clears throat]
But that only addresses

half my problem.

As of today,
I'm officially unemployed

from the U.S.
intelligence services.

I'd like to defect.
I wanna make a deal.

What exactly
do you have to offer?

Well, I got
this agency-issued laptop,

for one thing.

It's got operational
platforms,

agent code names,
everything.

For the right price,
Vladimir,

any database
you've ever dreamed of,

I'll log you onto.

I am sure we can
come to an agreement.

[Chuckles]
Not so quick there, cowboy.

Let me make sure
Michael's fine first.

After that, we'll talk.

And you better make it quick.

Once the CIA finds out
I'm gone,

these precious codes
are gonna change.

Fine.

Come with me.

[Keypad beeping,
door clacks]

Michael.
[Chuckles]

Boy, we missed you
at the marina.

[Chuckling]
Burke.

I was trying
to get over there,

but things took
an unexpected turn.

Yeah, I'll say.

So...

This is where
they got you, huh?

Nice.

Is for safety.

This is the most secure room
in the building.

You see he's fine.

Maybe he is,
maybe he isn't.

I'll be the judge of that.

Tell you what, why don't you
give us a minute?

That's unnecessary.

You want the codes
to the computer,

give us a minute.

[Speaking Russian]

Thank you.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Getting you out.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Have you looked around?

There's no way to get out.

Well, there will be.

I'm gonna take care
of the guards in the hall

and breach a wall
to the outside.

Can you take care of the guards
in here and get her out?

Yeah, I can.
But how--

There's no time
to explain, Mike.

Just understand,
she is all that matters.

Michael...

Do you believe in me?

Do you trust me?

Then you need
to believe in her.

She is the key
to your future.

[Sighs]
She's everything.

Promise me
you'll get her out.

Yeah, I promise.

It's been an honor, Mike.

Okay, we're good,
all set.

Let's go upstairs
and get this thing started.

[Speaking Russian]

Not here!

We can do it later,
in my office.

Vladimir, I think it's better
if you see what I have...

Right now.

[Beep beep]

[Explosion]

Jesus!

That's our cue.

All right, hang on.

[Tires squeal]

[Keypad beeping]

[Door buzzes]

[Tires screeching]

[Edgy rock music]

♪

Where the hell are they?

[Gunfire]

- Where the hell is Burke?
- He didn't make it.

Heads up!

[Grunts]

[Tires squeal]

[Gunfire]

Ivan.

A word of advice.

The G.R.U. are all over Miami
looking for you,

and they are very,
very angry.

There's a bus to Des Moines
in an hour.

I suggest you get on it
and don't look back.

Before I go,
I-I must ask about Eva.

Did you send the letter?

No, we did not.

Why?

This was part of agreement.

Well,we
thought better of it.

They won't be able
to find either of you

if you keep your head down
and use these.

They're fake I.D.s.

And there's also
some brochures

for nursing schools
in Iowa.

Wwait, is Eva--

She's inside the bus station,
waiting for you.

But I-I don't understand.
Why are you doing this?

It's hard to explain.
Let's just say...

We like the idea of a spy...

getting a chance
to start over.

Go.
Before I change my mind.

Hey, so, Mike,
about Burke.

Sounds like he gave up his life
for this Sonya.

Yeah, he did.

That's a hell
of a sacrifice.

Makes you wonder who she is.

He said she was the future,
the key to everything.

That's it?
What the hell does that mean?

I don't know.
That's what we need to find out.

[Phone buzzes, beeps]
Yeah, Jesse?

What the hell's
taking you guys so long?

We just got to the marina now.
Everything all right?

Other than the fact
that we probably

have most
of the Cuban military

and a submarine full of Russian
commandos searching for us,

everything's super.

How's Sonya?

She's still unconscious.

Whatever Vladimir
used to sedate her

knocked her out
pretty good.

It'll be a while
before she wakes up.

There she is, Mike.

There's our beautiful
30-foot ride back to Miami.

All right,
looks like the boat's clear.

We're heading back to you now.
See if you can wake Sonya.

Yeah, I'll try.

Listen, you guys
need to hurry up--aah!

No, no, no--wait!
Jesse.

- [Screams]
- Jesse!

The line's dead.
Crap!

[Grunts]

Jesus.

Hey, Jesse.

Hey, hey, Jesse.

[Echoing]
Hey, buddy, can you hear me?

- Huh?
- [Sighs] Yeah.

Hey, Mike, he's all right.
He's breathing.

What the hell
happened to you?

[Groans]
I got hit from behind.

She's gone.

Wait, she did this?

Oh, son of a bitch.

I thought she was out, guys.
I'm sorry.

Mike, what do we do now?

Find her.