"(Michael) My name is Michael Westen." "I used to be a spy until..." "[ Cellphone rings ]" "Man:" "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 ex-girlfriend..." "Should we shoot them?" "...An old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI..." "You know spies -- a bunch of bitchy little girls." "...Family, too..." "Hey, is that your mom again?" "...If you're desperate." "Someone needs your help, Michael." "Bottom line -- as long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere." "Max!" "What happened?" "Who did this to you?" "[ Mutters ]" " Say goodbye for me." " Max!" "[ Gunshots ]" "Fiona:" "Whoever did this managed to put a murder weapon in Michael's hands and get away clean." "Michael:" "Our killer's in there." "We should go in now." "Sam:" "Mike, there's the guy!" "[ Gun cocks ]" "Sam:" "We got to find this guy, and the only thing we got now is a thoroughly toasted computer." "We got to make it fast, Sam." "I already talked to Pearce." "She's investigating the warehouse fire." "You lied to me." "You killed him!" "I was framed." "He's Romanian." "His name is Tavian." "Sam and Jesse are tracking him right now." "Just let me make one phone call -- [ gun cocks ]" "Don't even think about it." "[ Ringing ]" "Come on, Mike." "Pick up." "Pick up." "This is Michael." "Leave a message." "Damn it." "He's still not answering?" "Yeah." "Fi said she was with him like 15 minutes ago." "Something's not right." "Pull over up here." "I want to take a peek at Mike's loft before we get there." "Oh, son of a bitch." "It's the Feds." "I had a feeling." "Take a look. [ Sighs ]" "I guess Pearce finally caught up with us." "Looks like Mike's already in custody." "She's gonna be after us, too." "I'm not ready to say this is over yet." "Are you?" "Well... what are you thinking?" "I'm thinking that Pearce is taking Mike to a federal holding facility downtown right now." "Now, if we haul some serious ass, we can stop them and try and change their minds." "Let's go." "Push it!" "[ Tires screech ]" "Okay, I'm starting to have second thoughts." "Are you -- com-- this was your idea!" "I'm serious." "This car is Fi's baby." " If we wreck it, she's gonna be pissed." " Sam, you got a better plan?" " No." " Me neither." "Michael:" "Stopping an armed convoy is a tactical nightmare." "The easily accessible cars -- the ones in the lead and at the tail -- are the ones that don't matter." "Which way you going?" "You going right?" "Left." "I'm going left." "The trick is getting into position to target the key vehicle before anyone realizes what you're doing." "Hey!" "Whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" " Sam, shut up." "Shut up." "Shut up!" " Pull up a little bit." "There's no real safe way to do it." "Send the lead car into a tailspin while inserting yourself into the convoy..." "Do it!" "[ Tires screech ]" "...And you can create your own little roadblock." "[ Indistinct shouting ] Pearce:" "Move!" " Hands -- hands right here." "Yep." "Man:" "Hands on your head!" "Yep." "No need to shoot anybody." "Hey." "Hey, look, uh, we're not armed." "We just came here to talk." "Oh, well, you've got a funny way of saying hello." "Yeah, hey, that's a good one." "Listen, the guy that killed Max is on Brickell Key." "His name is Tavian Korzha." "Sounds like you boys got your story straight, but it's just that -- a story." "Think we'd pull a stunt like that for fun?" "We got Homeland Security to lock the island down and trap the son of a bitch." " Pearce!" "Listen to me!" "Listen to me!" "We know where this guy is right now!" "We could take him down!" "Just let me make one phone call to set up the meeting." "You owe me that much!" "I don't owe you a damn thing!" "You and your friends are done." "What about Max?" "What about Max's wife?" "What do you owe them?" "Look at me." "This is your last chance." "We miss this guy and he gets away... will you be able to forgive yourself?" "I know I won't." "[ Breathing heavily ]" "Get them in the car." "He...stays with me." "I guess we're going to Brickell Key." "Burn Notice 5x12 Dead to Rights Original Air Date on September 8, 2011" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "Pearce:" "All right." "What did Tavian say?" "He wants to meet." "He's holed up in a half-finished parking garage six blocks from here." "How do you want to play this, Agent Pearce?" "I have a couple options." "The FBI wants to send a negotiator, and I got a cowboy local sheriff ready to send S.W.A.T." "on a full-scale assault." "Tavian has the tactical advantage, and he travels heavy." "Any direct assault will end up as a bloodbath." "As far as he knows, no one's on to him." "You send me in, I'll bring him out." "What, I give you a gun, send you off by yourself?" "You are seriously overestimating my trust in you." "You send me in unarmed." "I'll wear a mike." "You can have spotters in the area and a tactical unit on the street watching me." "Okay." "You're up." "But try anything, my teams won't just watch you." " They'll shoot you dead." "We clear?" " Crystal clear." "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "They got you, too?" "Picked me up at the bridge." "I heard what was going on." "I asked if I could say goodbye in case..." "Hey, an hour ago, I was on my way to jail for the rest of my life." "How much worse is this, really?" "The man is ruthless." "He killed one of his own people to avoid capture." "You won't even have a gun!" "The only way I'm gonna get out of this is if I get Tavian to talk." "I can't ask anyone else to risk their life for this." "Michael, come back to me." "Come on." "Tavian!" "If you're gonna shoot me..." "Get it over with." "Otherwise, let's talk." "Finally." "I've been waiting for you." "It's been a busy morning." "Your man Sam said you'd be here two hours ago." "Instead, he has the police seal the island." "He doesn't know who he chooses for an enemy." "You chose us." "You killed our friend and tried to pin it on me." "Yeah." "And it didn't stick, did it?" "And when I came to kill you, you wouldn't die." "So, here we are." "You need me, and I need you." "Time to make a deal." "It's too late for that." "It's not just local police down there." "It's FBI, CIA." "They all know your name." "If you think you're gonna get out of this clean, you're wrong." "You son of a bitch." "You got a choice, Tavian." "You surrender peacefully, you give us information," "I'll try to keep you out of Guantanamo." "But one way or another, this ends today!" "Well, you're half right." "It does end... for me." "But not for you." "Tavian." "Tavian." "Tavian, no!" "Pearce, look, I just want to say -- you're free to go." "But don't even think about leaving Miami." "And when I call, you answer." "There might be more questions." "If I had told you the truth from the beginning and you hadn't heard Tavian confess, would you really have believed me?" "Maybe." "We'll never know." "Madeline:" "Michael!" "Mom?" "Agent Pearce, this is my mother." "Mom, this is -- that was Agent Pearce." "Well, that was rude." "What are you doing here?" "I was in the neighborhood." "All right, I called, and they told me you were being released." "I thought Fi was picking me up." "Yeah, well, I want to talk to you alone." "And you need to hear this." "And Fiona and Jesse and Sam are not gonna tell you." "Your friends crashed into a CIA convoy for you." "Now, you might want to think about that." "Look, when you first came back to Miami, you were alone." "God knows you hadn't talked to me in ages." "You had no friends." "You lived by yourself." "But that isn't true anymore." "You have roots here now." "And when anything happens, it affects all of us." "I know." "But it's over now." "Is it?" "I hope so." "Covert operative is one of the most stressful jobs there is." "Like soldiers, E.R. doctors, and astronauts, spies have to schedule extended downtime for decompression." "Carry that stress too long, and it's easy to start missing details, like a strange pair of shoes under the crack of your door." "Welcome home, kid." "Oh, no gun, huh?" "[ Chuckles ]" "And I thought boy scouts were always prepared." "Larry." "I thought you were extradited to an Albanian prison." "Oh, I was, but I guess I'm just not done haunting you yet." " How'd you get out?" " The usual." "Money." "All my money, actually." "I'm down to the felt." "But there's a prison warden in Elbasan who's six feet lower than that, so here I am." "Don't bother." "The crate's empty." "I already got your backup gun." "I'll take your phone now." "Why are you here, Larry?" "I got myself a freelance gig." "You're gonna help me break in to the British Consulate right now." "That sounds like a fun way to earn yourself a trip -- to a much more secure penitentiary." "Same old Michael, always such a pessimist." "I've got this all worked out." "See, Michael, I brought along some help." "I brought along a very useful, um... kidnapped guy, kidnapped vic-- kidnappee!" "[ Trunk opens ]" "Say hello to Anson." "Let's talk inside, shall we?" "Get him out." "[ Laughs ]" "Oh, I see you finally got a woman's touch in here." "Or is it Fiona?" "Michael: 800-thread-count sheets have their perks." "Flowers " " I could take them or leave them." "So, Larry, how's this guy gonna help us break in to the British Consulate?" "Go ahead, Anson." "Explain why I cut your vacation short." "I'm a clinical psychiatrist working for the D.I.A." "He is a government-approved head shrink for spies." "He doles out meds and happy talk for broken toys like you." "The point is, he has high-level clearance across the board." "One of my patients is an American working for the British." "My boss will give us..." "the access codes if I say I'm worried there's been a leak." "Come on, Larry." "We need more than access codes." "What about building security?" "What about " "Don't ask me." "Ask him." "He's the expert." "Please?" "This can work." "It has to." "He has my wife." "Oh." "See for yourself, kid." "You see Claire's necklace?" "That is my insurance policy... that you are gonna do what I say today." "And I say let's go!" "Yeah." "It's kind of intimidating, huh?" "You know, but we do this right, we go in there like a hot knife through butter." "[ Chuckles ] Hey." "And you know how I like a hot knife." "3-5-5-6..." "[ Larry snapping fingers ] 2-9-5-1." "Thank you." "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "That's the front door, that's the computer log-in, and that's the vault." "Please, just let Claire go." "Patience, pal, patience." "If these are right, if they work " " I think we have a problem here." " Excuse me!" "I don't know what game you think you're playing here, but believe me, Larry plays for keeps." "What?" "I'm not playing a game." "Are you sure?" "Because when I worked for the British, their access codes were 13 digits." "These are only 12." "Are you trying to pull something?" "I'm telling the truth." "I swear." "Kid, seriously, what are you doing here?" "Check the access codes online with your phone." "If it's right, you'll be able to log on to the basic site remotely." "Cut your way through the backseat." "No cops." "Go to the Crest Hotel." "Ask for Sam Axe." "Well, well, well." "The codes work." "Now who's getting cute?" "I'm not the one getting cute." "I was burned for a while." "Maybe they changed the codes." "I just don't want to die today, Lar." "Okay." "Okay." "You, in the trunk." "We'll be back in an hour." "Hey." "Understand something, Michael." "You know, I've let you skate a few times just because of old times' sake, and I always looked upon you like...a son." "[ Gun cocks ] But that ended when you sent me to prison." "Now, you don't want to get shot in the neck, you do what I say!" "And then you cross your fingers, because daddy is in one of those moods." "Michael:" "You want to tell me why we're breaking in to the British Consulate?" "Are we doing a spec job?" "Are we stealing something specific?" "Stop saying "we."" "There's me, the guy with the gun, and there's you, the guy that does whatever the hell I tell him to do." "This is not some soapbox derby." "Okay, but but these biohazard symbols on these boxes are making me a little nervous." "Well, that's fascinating, Michael." "Feel free to keep me posted on your feelings." "There are some things you're not gonna get me to do, Larry, gun or no." "Okay, fine." "It's just a cover I.D." "I'm the boss." "You're my slow-witted underling." "Oh, and by the way, lose that jacket." "It's just a little too fancy." "[ Box clatters ]" "Okay." "What's the job?" "Where do we work?" "Second floor." "That building is a CDC satellite office where Larry Baruchel was recently hired to test lab samples." "Brits are one floor up." "If Anson gave us the access codes, why break in through the floor?" "[ Sighs ] Because if we open the front door of the consulate, building security gets a heads-up, so we're not opening the front door of the consulate." " What about " " Oh, Jesus." "You know what?" "You're really starting to piss the boss off." "And getting fired around here is the real bitch." "[ Gun clatters ]" "Hey." "How's it going, guys?" "Got a couple of samples to run here." "[ Rapid beeping ]" "Well, quiet Sunday, huh?" "You broke our streak." "Yeah." "Those are good-looking boys." "Yeah, they take after their dad...whoever he is." "[ Chuckling ] Oh ho!" "Nice." "All right." "Have a good one." "Sorry, need your I.D., too, sir." "Huh?" "Oh, no, uh, he's with me." "Chris is with me." "Oh, no, it's not okay, though, 'cause, uh, we got to check the I.D.s before -- but I don't get my I.D. till Thursday 'cause I didn't fill out the paperwork right or something." "Yeah." "This is what they stick me with." "Uh, it's...okay." "Just sign here and stop by on your way back to sign out." " Right there." " Okay." "There we go." "Nice." "Slow-witted suits you." "What up, Eduardo?" "Sorry to make you come down, Mr. Axe." "I know noon to 3:30 is Sam siesta time, but " "No, no, no, that's okay, buddy." "It's all right." "Who's this guy who wants to see me?" "Are you Sam Axe?" "Most of the time." "My name's Anson Fullerton." "My..." "My wife has been taken." "This lunatic strapped a bomb to her neck, and Mike " "Michael Westen?" "He said that you might be able to -- that you would help." "Okay, slow down." "One thing at a time." "[ Sighs ] Where is Mike now?" "He's with this guy." "Uh, Larry." "They went downtown -- stop talking." "Give me a second." "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "[ Cellphone rings ]" "Fi, it's Sam." "Hey, we got a problem." "Larry's back." "[ Door beeps ]" "And who said I'd never get a day job?" "Okay." "Open your box." "Inside, you'll find all the tools you need to hack your way up into that vent." "One flight up runs past a hallway connected to the consulate lobby, and that's where you'll be making us a doorway." "All right?" "Set yourself up." "Let me remind you of something, Michael." "In two hours, Anson's gonna have himself a liquid bride if this doesn't go well." "You got that?" "Got it." "Let's do this." "I like that attitude." "[ Laughs ]" "Now, before we do any of the heavy lifting," "I am gonna buy us a little privacy." "[ Rapid beeping ]" "Follow my lead." "[ Elevator bell dings ]" "Guard:" "Hey, guys." "Is everything okay up there?" "Some kind of warning light just came on." "There's just a little problem with the container tank." "It's not ebola." "Here's what we need to do." "Call the police, Tim." "Tim, do you have the sheet with the CDC instructions?" "No, no." "It is not ebola." "It is just a Class-2 spill." "The building is empty, right?" "Yeah, y-you're the only visitors." " W-what do you mean, Class 2?" " Oh, damn it." "Damn it." "Look, look, we just can't have people coming in and out of here." "You need to lock all the exits." "No phone calls, and that is the emergency-response protocol that we will follow until Hazmat gets here, if it comes to that." "Michael:" "You're gonna be hearing a lot of noises, a lot of banging." "That's us looking for that leak." "That's normal." "The most important thing is for you guys to just keep your distance." "Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go!" "Lock it up!" "Come on!" "Lock it up!" "[ Door closes ]" "[ Laughs ]" "Oh, there's no way anybody's gonna crash our party now." "[ Tires screech ]" "Sam:" "Jesse, I need you to get Maddy out of town." "Larry's back." "Jesse:" "Larry?" "How the hell -- what is Larry doing back in town?" "I don't know much, but Maddy knows the drill." "The minute you say," ""It's a Disney World kind of day,"" "she'll grab the shotgun and go." "Keep her mind off it, will you?" "Oh, she loves the teacups." "[ Tires screech ]" "Anson:" "Sam, you're scaring me." "Do you think Larry's gonna " "Just breathe." "Stay calm." "How am I supposed to stay calm?" "My wife is " "Your wife is gonna be fine." "She's the only thing keeping Michael Westen from snapping Larry's neck, and he knows it." "So, just calm down." "Everything's gonna be " "[ Tires screech ]" "[ Siren chirps ]" "Oh, God." "[ Police radio chatter ]" "Sam..." "I got here 2 minutes ago, and it was too late." "Where's my wife?" "Where's Claire?" "I'm sorry." "No, you can't -- you said he wouldn't kill her!" "Claire!" "Claire!" "Sam:" "Anson." "Anson, you can't go over there." " [ Voice breaking ] Where's my wife?" " I'm sorry." "[ Sobbing ]" "I don't get it." "I mean, Larry's a monster, but that woman was his only leverage." "Why kill her?" "It doesn't make any sense." "Anson, look, I know it's hard to focus right now, but the man who killed your wife, he's gonna be out of the country in a matter of hours if you don't help us." "How?" "What can I do?" "You need to tell us everything you know about what Larry is doing." "Where did he take Michael?" "I gave him, uh, the codes for the British Consulate, the access codes." "Sam..." "Look, I don't want to leave you here like this, but Sam and I have " " No." "If you're going after the son of bitch that killed Claire, I'm coming with you." "I want to see him go down." "I want to see him dead." "Let's go." "Any idea what they feed you in an Albanian prison?" "I don't know." "Yogurt?" "I have no idea." "I ate it every day for 8 months." "I still couldn't tell you what it was." "You fishing for an apology, Larry?" "You gonna let me go if I say I'm sorry" "I didn't roll over and let you ruin my life?" "Nah, I don't suppose so." "Well, then, let's do this." "Fine." "Up you go." "Well, I need a shield for the sparks." "Cardboard should do it." "I'll check the copy room." "Oh, and go call your friends?" "No, I don't think so." "Get your ass up there and start cutting." "You'll be fine." "If anyone's used to getting a little burned, it's you." "Level-3 contagion facilities are designed with massive exhaust systems to quickly remove harmful gases in case of an emergency." "They're just about the only type of ventilation shaft a full-grown man can fit into, so they can double as a vertical passageway to the next floor up." "But if you have to make your own exit." "Ma'am, I told you." "I don't care what kind of purse you left upstairs " "It's a Fendi, and it has a very nice reward in it for the handsome guard who saves my life by letting me go grab it." "No one's allowed in today, period." "Believe me." "I'm doing you a favor." "But " "Sam:" "No luck?" "Larry spooked those guards somehow." "The place is locked down tight." "Can't you warn the guards?" "W-w-won't they help?" "Look, if we send a couple of Rent-A-Cops up there -- hell, even if we send a slew of real cops up there -- this is gonna get bloody." "So, that's it?" "Wh-- he gets away with it?" "!" "He's not getting away with anything." "We just have to find another way into the building." "My feeling exactly, Fi." "Look." "Check this out." "See that?" "It's a freight access, but it goes right inside the building." "And under the circumstances... maybe we should just blast our way in." "Oh, Sam... you're finally speaking my language." "Anson:" "What is that?" "It's a block of C-4." "You should stand back." "Anson, listen." "You're gonna stay here, okay?" "This is gonna happen fast." "When that door gets opened, we only got one shot to get up there and surprise him." "[ Cellphone ringing ]" "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "Michael, are you okay?" "Larry:" "Oh, Michael is just fine, at least for the moment." "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "What are you after, Larry?" "You know, you are probably not the first person" "I would tell that to, so why don't you do me a favor and hold all your questions till forever?" "!" "Now, I have something I want to explain." "I think you know by now I never wanted to kill Michael." "Touch him, you are dead." "Oh, that is pretty tough talk coming from a tiny, little psychopath in, what are those, Capri pants?" "Where the hell is he?" "[ Laughs ] Hello!" "Hi, Sam." "Oh, look at you." "I see Jenny Craig has done her magic." "Thinner but not smarter." "Sam:" "Larry, you got two choices -- whatever you're after or your freedom." "Now, you let Michael out of there, you can watch us drive way." "You live to fight another day." "If you don't " "Shut up, you gas bag!" "This is not a conversation!" "This is me telling you... that if you try anything, I will see you coming, and I will kill him." "Believe that." "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "You know what?" "He's bluffing." "Larry may be a murderous ghoul, but he's always had a soft spot for Mike." "No." "He said, "I never wanted to kill Michael."" "He's talking about something that hasn't happened, as if it were in the past." "That's never a good sign coming from a sociopath." "What are you saying?" "That no matter what we do, he's gonna..." "I'm so sorry." "Well, you got to love the Brits." "About as good at decorating a consulate as they are at holding on to their colonies." " Let's just do the job." " You know, a funny thing happened while you were up in that vent." "Our buddy Anson showed up out front with Fi and Sam." "[ Groans ]" "[ Box clatters ]" "[ Gun cocks ]" "I warned you, and I told you not to test me." "Now, you are gonna do what I brought you here to do." "And what's that, Larry?" "You're gonna plant a report in a diplomatic pouch." "A few nice people are gonna rot in prison, and a few million dollars lands in my bank account." "[ Groans ]" "[ Laughs ]" "[ Coughs ]" "You know, if you want to earn some money," "I can do it without you hurting innocent people." "Stop the act, man." "Stop it." "I know your holier-than-thou Boy Scout routine by heart." "And you know what else I know?" "I know something that nobody else knows." "You deserved to be burned." "Oh." "Have we forgotten about Chechnya?" "I didn't do anything in Chechnya." "Oh." "Oh, is that what you tell yourself?" "You stood there." "You watched it happen." "You let me kill those people!" "And then you helped me cover it up, because that was the job!" "Yeah!" "I did!" "I'm just like you, Larry!" "Is that what you want?" "[ Sighs ]" "You know what I want, Michael?" "I want you to choose." "You're either a civilian, or you're an operator." "And until you choose... you're just pathetic." "Now, clean yourself up." "We got work to do." "Watch where you're bleeding, kid." "I'm gonna wipe the security cam so they won't know who came through the wall." "But it won't do any good if you smear your DNA all over their furniture." "Here." "Where are we planting this?" "There's that "we" again." "All right, the outgoing diplomatic pouch is in the vault right over there, and access is remotely controlled from this office right here." "Clever." "It makes a break-in a two-man job." "So, you go into the vault." "Oh, oh, and wouldn't you love the chance to have me trapped in an airtight cage?" "No." "You're going in." "Well, then, you'll never know for sure whether I planted the file." "You see these frown lines on my face?" "You see, I was not, in fact, born yesterday." "Come on." "I want to show you something." "I will be watching you the whole way." "Now, you go in there." "You put the documents in the diplomatic pouch." "You log it in to the computer." "You wait until I buzz you into the vault, then you switch the pouches, and we go home." " Got it?" " I got it." "Let's do this, huh?" "Oh, and, Michael?" "Stay out of trouble." "We do remember what happens when you test me, right?" "How could I forget?" "[ Keys clacking ]" "[ Beeping ]" "Bingo." "Okay." "[ Beeps ]" "[ Beeping ]" "Bye-bye." "Before cellphones were invented, it was much harder to call out to an office without everyone else in the building seeing that you were on the line." "Diplomatic spies in the '80s devised an easy solution to the problem -- a corded handset wired to a fax machine gives you the freedom to make calls without showing a line in use." "If you can find a way to hide from the security cameras, you can call out without anyone knowing what you're doing." "[ Cellphone ringing ] Fiona:" "I am saying we storm the building, we take out the guards with rubber bullets, and we go after Larry with the real ones!" " Fiona..." " You are talking about an armed assault of a friendly government consulate, Fi!" " Oh, please." " The British are far from friendly!" " Come on." "Look." "I think that -- if you don't succeed in getting Mike killed, the three of us are gonna wind up in prison for the rest of our lives!" "Fiona, I think your phone is ringing." "[ Ringing continues ]" "Hello?" "Fi, Larry knows you're outside." "You got to forget about the consulate and pull back." "If you can get to Anson's wife, get her out of that bomb collar and " "Michael, she's dead." "What?" "No, no, no, no." "Why would Larry " "Whatever Larry has planned for you this time, it is not good." "Can you run?" "No, he's got eyes all over this place." "Yeah, we found that out the hard way." "What do you want us to do?" "[ Sighs ] I don't know what you could do." "He'll see any move coming." "The windows are bulletproof." "I think I'm just gonna have to plant this file in the vault like he wants and try to undo the damage if I survive." "Okay." "Okay, great." "Stay in the vault." "Keep your head down." "Fi, what are you talking about?" "Good." "And I'll handle everything else." "Fi, whatever you are planning, you have to walk away." "You ca" " Fi!" "[ Click, dial tone ]" "[ Sighs ] Michael found us a way in." "It's on the east side of the building." "Okay." "Now we're in business." "We're gonna need the jaws of life to cut through the wall." "There's one on the fire station in Brickell." "You two go get that, and I'll keep watch here." "Fi, how's that supposed to go down, exactly?" "There's no time to explain, okay?" "Just go do it!" " Okay, okay." " Everything will be fine." "Uncut RDX, sometimes known as T-4 or cyclonite, is the most powerful military-grade highexplosivethereis." "It's an incredibly stable solid that can withstand small-arms fire, but when detonated, expands faster than a plasticized formulation like C-4." "Simply put, T-4 is the good stuff -- a lethal explosive that creates a wall of fire and shrapnel that will decimate everything and everyone in its path." "[ Beeping ]" "[ Imitating gunshots ]" "Bye-bye." "[ Telephone beeps ]" "Okay, kid, it's like we were never here." "Now, let's make this snappy." "[ Beep ]" "All right, swap out your file for the one in box... 378-Baker." "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Gun cocks ]" "What have we here?" "[ Cellphone rings ]" "[ Cellphone beeps ]" "You're gonna have to walk out of there eventually." "I have always admired you, Fiona." "I mean, with Michael's smarts and your stomach for violence," "I mean, hell, the two of you could almost be me." "[ Gunshot ] Ohh!" "[ Gun cocks ]" "[ Gunshot ]" "Wow." "Now -- now, what part didn't you hear, dear?" "This is bulletproof." "[ Laughs ]" "Go get a .50 cal -- then maybe you got a shot." "[ Gun cocks ]" "Now, listen, I want to do you a favor, Fiona." "Go home now." "Seriously." "You're not gonna want to see the way this ends." "Oh, you're wrong, Larry." "I've always wanted to see how this ends." "[ Beeps ]" "Oh, God." "What was that?" "Michael." "Oh, God." "[ Siren walls in distance ]" "[ Coughs ]" "Oh, Michael." "Oh, thank God." "Oh." "Fi, why did you plant the bomb in the lobby?" "I didn't." "I made one targeted explosive, just enough for Larry." "Somebody else must have " "The security guards -- they're dead." "[ Alarm ringing, sirens wailing ]" "Fi!" "[ Ringing, wailing continue ]" "I don't understand why Larry had bombs in that lobby..." "Or how my detonator could have set them off." "Sam and Jesse are looking into it." "They're trying to make sense of this." "Make sense of it?" "Two innocent people are dead." "You couldn't have known what was going to happen, Fi." "Yeah, well, I knew... how dangerous it could be." "That's why I lied to Sam." "[ Sniffles ]" "When he found out what happened, the look on his face..." "No one's blaming you for this." "Well, they should." "[ Voice breaking ] It was my finger on that button." "I killed those men." "[ Keys jingling ]" "And cut." "That was really, really great, you two." "The tears..." "The "I killed those men."" "Really, really lovely." "How the hell did you get in here?" "I...borrowed this from Fiona's purse while she was consoling me." "Dropped a bug in there, too, while I was at it." "You might want to get rid of that." "I got what I need." "What the hell is this?" "I like to call it leverage." "I hold your girlfriend's fate in my hands." "Here's the deal." "The tape...is just icing." "I have you blowing up that building six ways from Sunday, and if you lay a hand on me, there's a guy who sends a mountain of evidence to the CIA and MI6." "[ Inhales deeply ]" "I've gone to a lot of trouble to hold all the cards today, and...that's where we are." "You were behind it all?" "Behind Larry?" "Behind the consulate?" "Your wife?" "Larry didn't kill his wife." "You don't think I'd actually... blow up my wife, do you?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Who was she?" "What kind of question is that?" "I don't know." "I think her name was "some lady."" "The hard part was pulling strings to get Larry out of prison." "I couldn't let him know who I was because I had to lead him here and to...well, me." "But Larry was worth it, though." "[ Chuckles ] Worth it." "I saw his file." "That creepy father/son thing you two had was just what the doctor ordered." "You took quite a big risk, Anson." "He could have killed you." "You still don't get it, do you?" "I hired him." "I hired Larry." "He didn't know it, but I've been pulling the strings all along." "No." "There's no way you could have known what would happen back there." "I couldn't?" "Honey, I really am a very good psychiatrist, but I wouldn't need to be to know that nobody brings out the mad bomber in you like Larry." "And a British flag sure wasn't gonna stop you from killing him." "I just added a couple of bombs to the equation." "Who the hell are you?" "I'm the last one of them." "I'm the man who didn't want to be found, the one you missed in Caracas." "After all these years..." "That's it?" "Hey." "Hey." "That's it?" "!" "I'm the one who sent Tavian to frame you for killing Max when you wouldn't leave well enough alone." "Stay with me, Max." "Max!" "[ Gunshots ]" "And I'm the one who watched you tear down every last shred of the organization that burned you." "The organization I spent half my life building." "What do you want from us?" "!" "For starters, I want you to let go of me." "Right now." "That's better." "Next order of business, in your meeting tomorrow with Agent Pearce," "I expect you to keep your mouth shut." "After that, we'll talk about all the other things I want from you." "It's a long list." "Yogurt parfait." "Nice choice." "Max's murder is officially closed." "I'm supposed to tell you that your standing with the Agency won't be affected." "And what exactly is my standing with the Agency?" "You have fans and you have detractors." "Let me guess which side you're on." "[ Sighs ]" "I do finally get to make the call to Max's wife, give that poor woman some closure." "I guess I have you to thank for that." "When you call her, you tell her I was with him at the end." "He said he loved her." "You tell her that." "You're a damn good Agent, Pearce." "Maybe I shouldn't say it, but I hope our paths cross again." "[ Chuckles ] What?" "Michael, Langley wants to keep using a burned spy." "How many people you think they're gonna loop in on something like that?" "You're still gonna be my Agency contact." "Whether either of us likes it or not." "One quick thing before you go." "I don't know if you've noticed, but Miami has turned into a bit of a hot spot." "Yeah, I heard about this." "Are we on this?" "No." "The feds are running point." "But...keep an ear out, okay?" "Sure thing." "For a spy, finding out you've been compromised, that someone has something on you, is the ultimate nightmare." "The worst part for someone who has spent a career training for every situation is knowing that there is nothing that you can do but grit your teeth and try to figure out exactly how bad the nightmare is going to be." "[ Whistles ]" "I watched you keep it short and sweet with Agent Pearce today." "I appreciate that." "I need to know that I can trust you." "You know everything about us." "We don't know a thing about you." "That's true." "Once upon a time," "I was just a young psychiatrist working for the D.I.A." "It was my job to evaluate the ones who were being reassigned, who were retiring..." "The ones who've been burned." "I hated to see that...talent go to waste." "You were there in the beginning." "It was just me and management, two guys with a dream." "It was a dazzling idea, like a bolt from the blue." "Use burned spies to carry out ops that the legitimate intelligence agencies wouldn't touch." "And then came Michael Westen." "I should have followed my gut." "Initially, I opposed your recruitment." "What changed your mind?" "Something your mother said in one of our sessions." "Although, as it turns out, you were less easy to manipulate than she led me to believe." "My mother?" "What?" "I did my homework." "I had to know what makes Michael Westen tick." "So, about five years ago," "I arranged to substitute for Madeline's therapist." "She didn't know who she was talking to." "You son of a bitch." "That's an interesting turn of phrase." "Funny how that was on the tip of your tongue." "It's your father you should be upset with." "The things that man gave us before he passed away..." "What do you want from us?" "Look at your boyfriend, honey." "He can barely hear a word I'm saying." "Well, that's all the time we have for today." "We'll pick this up again in the morning." "Enjoy the sunset." "It's gonna be getting dark soon." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="