"My name is Michael Westen." "I used to be a spy until..." "We got a burn notice on you." "You're blacklisted." "When you're burned, you've got nothing -- no cash, no credit, no job history." "You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in." "Where am I?" "Miami." "You do whatever work comes your way." "You rely on anyone who's still talking to you." "A trigger-happy 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." "When you're preparing to interrogate a trained operative, the most useful information isn't professional -- it's personal." "You need to get into the target's head Understand what makes him tick." "Of course, that's easier with some people than others." "Hi, Fi." "You hear that, Michael?" "The shooting range is calling your name." "Love to, but Vaughn gave me homework." "Today's the day." "Vaughn's checking Simon out of whatever hole they've been keeping him in so I can have my face-to-face." "Well, I can't imagine he'll be too thrilled to talk to the man who put him in that hole." "Who knows?" "He might surprise us." "As I recall, Simon is full of surprises -- escaping from prison, kidnapping you, trying to blow up half of South Beach..." "Leave it to you to invite him back to Miami." "He was working with some pretty bad folks, Fi." "Whatever they're hoping to decode with Simon's bible, whatever they're planning..." "Simon's the key to all of it." "Nice digs, huh, buddy?" "Quite a party." "Yeah, well, with Simon, you can't take any chances." "Never have fewer than six eyes and three guns on him." "That's gonna be a problem." "I want him alone." "Vaughn, if he was gonna talk to you, he would have done it by now." "Good luck." "I mean, the only thing I learned from him is he has a remarkable tolerance for pain." "Yeah, well, my approach doesn't involve sharp instruments or electrodes." "I don't care if you want to cut out his kidney with a pocketknife or give him a gallon of orange sherbet." "One way or another, we want some answers." "Michael Westen." "I have been dreaming about this moment for months." "So have I." "But I wouldn't exactly call my version dreaming." "Fair enough." "So, how you like being Vaughn's shiny, new toy?" "Where is he, by the way?" "This is just between you and me." "If this conversation goes well, maybe I can help make your time with them a little more humane." ""Humane"?" "That's one thing that's not in their bag of tricks, Michael." "So, let's get to it." "What do you want?" "I found your bible." "Is that right?" "Well..." "I hope you found solace and comfort in the word of the lord." "Not exactly." "Somebody else was trying to steal it before I got to it." "I need to find out who." "You know..." "I have been stuck in these shackles for months now -- given me a lot of time to think about the bible, particularly my favorite verse." "Handcuffs, like anything metal, are vulnerable to metal fatigue." "Give someone enough time to work on them, and they'll break down just like anything else." "John 8:32." ""You shall know the truth," ""and the truth shall set you..." "Free"!" "No bugs down here, Michael." "We got 30 seconds before the guards get here, so listen close." "I got a present for you." "There's a cemetery at 3rd and Grand." "Go to plot 837." "There are some keepsakes of mine in there, including an audio tape labeled "Berlin 2007."" "Simon -- listen!" "You got to be careful digging it up, but I think you're gonna find it real interesting." "We'll talk about the bible after you hear what's on that tape." "Oh, here they come." "Let's make this look good!" "Aah!" "I'll kill this son of a bitch!" "Let me out of here!" "Get him out of here!" "You all right?" "Did you learn anything?" "Yeah." "You should replace his handcuffs more often." "Burn Notice 4x10 Hard Time Original Air Date on August 12, 2010" "I have no sympathy for you, Michael." "You are damn lucky..." "Simon didn't cut you to ribbons." "He wasn't trying to kill me." "He was just passing me a message." "He told me to go dig up an audio tape he buried at Grove Memorial Park." "You know, Mike, maybe you should leave the dead to their eternal rest." "This is either a wild-goose chase or a trap." "Oh, Simon basically told me the thing is booby-trapped." "But I don't think he would have bothered if there wasn't something on that tape worth listening to." "Unless it's a rare Beatles bootleg," "I don't know why he didn't just tell you what's on that tape." "Me neither." "But Simon's not talking until I get ahold of it." "Wait, you're going back to see him?" "I told Vaughn to keep him around while I tried to come up with a new way to crack him." "You are a glutton for punishment." "Actually, I can't go after the tape by myself." "Vaughn is playing nice, but he's watching me." "I could use a little help on this." "Yeah, love to, but I got a thing." "Hot date?" "Not exactly." "Buddy of mine's in prison down in Dade Federal pen." "He's worried that his life is in danger." "Anyway, sorry, Mike." "The guy was an asset of mine in Colombia." "He saved my butt." "I owe him." "Fi?" "I'll go find a shovel." "Hey, Juan." "You're looking..." "Well rested, buddy." "Good to see you, Sam." "So, I got a call from your attorney." "He said you thought your life was in danger?" "Damn attorneys." "They don't know when to shut up." "He was just supposed to talk to you about some estate issues." "Estate issues." "Right." "As in, when you're dead." "Juan, come on." "I doubt that you would have appointed me as your executor out of the blue." "Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" "Have you heard of La Nación?" "The prison gang?" "Yeah." "One of the biggest around." "There's a guy, Cruz." "He's high up in it." "Found out what I was in for -- thought I could help him out." "He wanted you to wash some money?" "No." "Steal it from the gang." "But, see, you're a smart guy, and you don't have a death wish, so you said "no."" "Oh, Juan." "Getting mixed up with the Colombians was one thing." "You know, they didn't give you much choice." "But this?" "You think I had a choice?" "How was I supposed to survive eight years in here?" "Anyway, he said that if I helped him skim from the gang's account, he would protect me." "And so now the gang's after you." "No." "He is." "I have a week left on my sentence." "He's afraid I'll talk when I get out." "He's spreading the word that I disrespected him so it doesn't look suspicious when he shanks me." "I just heard about it this morning." "I'll be dead by tomorrow." "Juan, you got to talk to the cops." "I mean, maybe we can get you transferred." "I'm not gonna snitch on Cruz." "They'll investigate the whole gang." "I might as well invite La Nación to my family's house for a barbecue." "They'll kill everyone." "Juan, there's got to be something we can do here." "I wish there was." "Can I count on you to take care of Lisa and the girls?" "Yeah." "You can count on me." "When you realize you're being followed, escaping isn't always the best option." "If your pursuers don't know who you are, driving evasively, calling the cops, or pulling a gun will just send the message that you're a threat." "411." "How may I help you?" "Yeah, I'm currently on Northwest 12th Street." "I need the address of the nearest criminal defense firm." "One second." "That would be Keller  Associates." "They're at 77 Shorebreak Lane." "Whenever possible, the best play is to make the bad guys think you're not someone to worry about." "If they think you might be a cop who's onto them, you have to convince them you're just a harmless attorney working on an appeal." "Oh, hey, counselor." "Listen, you know, I've been going over that case, and I wanted to, you know, talk to you about it a little bit." "Excuse me, who are you?" "Oh, excuse me." "You don't remember the Bennigan subpoena?" "No, I don't." "Oh, come on." "Hey, think harder, man." "Hey, Sully!" "What's going on, buddy?" "How you doing?" "Uh, Bennigan." "Hmm." "Let me think." "Forget it." "Gringo's just a lawyer, man." "Go." "Was that the guy who got murdered over the parrot?" "Uh..." "No." "But, boy, that sounds like an interesting case." "Catch you later." "You want to break in to prison?" "Are you insane?" "I mean, I can't protect my buddy from here." "Juan is out in a week." "How bad could it be?" "This is prison, Sam." "I-I'm just guessing, but I think it could be pretty bad." "I owe this guy." "Back in '95, I led a S.E.A.L. team down to Colombia, you know, as a "drug war" thing." "Well, the Medellín boys put a bomb in our hotel, but Juan tipped us off." "Okay, I understand you want to be loyal." "This guy risked his life and his family, and I'm not gonna let him get killed by some prison-gang lowlife." "That lowlife had you followed on your way out of the prison." "Even if you were to get back in, they'd recognize you." "Okay, so I'll shave my head or whatever." "No, Sam." "You can't." "I'll do it." "You would do that for my friend?" "I'd do that for you." "Okay." "I hate to interrupt this, uh, beautiful moment you guys are having." "Explain something to me." "You're just gonna walk up to a federal prison and say, "let me in"?" "Trust me, I know a couple of people who would love to see me locked up." "Hey, don't forget to write, Westen." "Got to say, Westen -- been looking forward to this day for a long time." "Except, in my dreams, it plays out a little different." "I'm sure." "You can fly?" "You get a longer stay, for starters." "Maybe next time." "You make the arrangements I needed?" "It wasn't a problem." "You're sharing a cell with this guy " "Juan Ruiz, whoever the hell this is." "A friend of a friend." "Our butts are on the line here, Westen." "I know we owe you a favor." "A big favor." "All I'm saying is, anything goes wrong, it gets splashed back on us." "I'll make sure I don't make waves." "We left you a present in your cell -- a phone -- just in case you get into trouble." "You'll be the first one I call." "Guess we'll see you in a week, Westen..." "If you survive that long." "Every environment has its rules and customs, and your survival often depends on knowing them." "In Russia, you never refuse vodka, in Pakistan, you always clear your dinner plate, and in prison, you're careful about making eye contact." "Too little eye contact, and you become a victim." "Too much eye contact, and you become a threat." "Either way, you're never more than a couple of blinks away from getting a shiv in your back." "I'm Michael Westen." "I'm your new cellmate." "Juan Ruiz." "What are you in for?" "Just keep talking and try not to look surprised." "I'm a friend of Sam Axe." "I'm here to make sure you stay alive until you're released." "I don't understand." "How did you get in?" "That's not important." "What is important is that from now on, you never leave my side." "Like that." "That is an example of leaving my side." "Don't do that." "This is crazy." "Didn't Sam tell you about Cruz?" "He's a big dog in La Nación." "You think you're gonna keep him away from me by yourself?" "In here?" "I guess I'll just have to do my best." "Listen, I-I appreciate what you're trying to do." "But this guy has killed three people since he got locked up." "When he wants someone dead, they die." "Do yourself a favor." "Stay away from me." "Is that what you want me to tell your wife, your kids -- you gave up?" "Why are you doing this?" "!" "Because I believe your life is worth saving." "It's time you started to believe it yourself." "That's him." "That's Cruz." "Told you it's not safe to be with me." "See the way he's staring me down?" "No." "He's -- he's just checking out the new guy." "What are you gonna do?" "Make nice." "Hi." "Hey, hi." "I'm Mike." "Who are you, Mike?" "Oh, I'm just a guy wrongly accused." "Big misunderstanding." "You know, I borrowed a friend's car," "Got popped for a kilo of coke in my trunk." "Lawyer says I can beat it -- you two friends?" "Him?" "O, he's -- he's my cellmate." "Really?" "'Cause it looks like you and that punk-ass are pretty tight, hanging out like a couple of school girls." "That's funny -- school girls." "Just so that we have no..." ""Misunderstandings," okay, this is my house, and you're just a guest." "So, I can treat you like my friend, or I can treat you like my bitch." "Friend, please." "Friend." "Okay." "I don't want any trouble." "Okay." "Is there anything I can do for you, you know, or not do?" "Do you want me to be some place at some time or not some place or Juan to be -- to be or not -- questions -- too many questions..." "You want to make that court date, you'll make no problems for me, okay?" "If I come by your cell, you clear out." "Comprendes?" "Sí, sí." "Comprendes." "Uh, no problemas." "Okay." "Okay." "Fun." "Done." "Go back to your pendejo cellie over there." "I'm starting to think this is just Simon's version of a sick joke." "Well, so long as you're the punchline." "You know, that's a cruel thing to say to a sweaty man who's digging for a bomb." "Old cemeteries are great hiding places, as long as you don't mind desecrating a grave." "People don't often go digging in cemeteries, and unlike buildings or houses, they don't get demolished or remodeled." "Bury your stash near an old, nondescript headstone and there's little chance anyone will uncover it," "Unless they're meant to." "Hey..." "Look what we have here." "Doesn't look like it's booby-trapped to me." "Why don't you come down, help me get this baby out?" "No!" "No, no, no!" "Wait, wait!" "Don't touch it." "What?" "This has got a silicone seal." "That thing's airtight." "And?" "Whatever's in there ignites on contact with air." "Ohh." "Probably a sodium metal." "Open it..." "Boom." "Best not to move it, either." "It may have a trembler sensor." "Oh, I see unstable minds think alike." "So, now what?" "See that liner?" "I think I know how Simon planned to get into it." "We need a circular saw and some machine oil." "We'll have to come back to defuse this little toy." "Well, I don't know which one of us has a more dangerous gig -- us or Mike." "Probably Michael." "We don't have to eat prison food." "You gonna eat that?" "In the jungle, the first warning that a predator is approaching is silence." "When violence is imminent, animals instinctively know that keeping quiet and still is their best shot at survival." "Prison's a lot like the jungle." "Silence is not a good sign." "Averted eyes, stockpiled food, and guys wearing heavy coats on a warm day also indicate trouble's on the way." "I don't like that look." "Are you gonna be sick or something?" "It takes a little while to get used to the cuisine here, but it's good." "No one's come within 10 feet of us in the last 15 minutes." "See the looks?" "My guess is Cruz is gonna make his move soon." "Jesus." "We got to find a place to hide." "Where's the library?" "This place has to have a law section, right?" "It's a little late to file an appeal." "I already served eight years." "Case books usually come in thick, hard covers." "We need the big ones." "Get it?" "Suits of armor fell out of fashion because the added protection isn't worth the trade-off in speed and agility." "Flak jackets and bullet-proof vests are popular because they allow for a free range of motion." "The key is to shield your core and mentally prepare for strikes against your unprotected arms and legs." "All lightweight armor is vulnerable to some extent." "Layered book cardboard won't stop a bullet, but it's dense enough to thwart all but the sharpest blades." "Let's go." "Why?" "You think he'll find us here?" "I don't know." "But if we stay here, Cruz can come at us from too many different angles." "We need to get to a more defensible position." "You got some place in mind?" "Your cell." "What?" "Elena and Sarah, my girls." "I was just saying their names." "Listen." "We don't have to win." "We just have to survive long enough until the floor guard arrives." "Uh..." "Looks like the floor guard is not helping us." "He's with Cruz." "We're gonna have to wait for the block guards to come for us." "Get up there." "What are you gonna do with that?" "Fight them off." "With a hand towel?" "!" "Why?" "Do you have a gun?" "Take off..." "Guys, we don't want any trouble." "Maybe you didn't hear me." "You got five seconds to clear out." "Fighting in tight quarters with your back against a wall may cut off escape options, but it creates a chokepoint and forces your opponents to form a single-file line." "If you have to fight a group, it's better to take them one at a time." "Get back in your cells." "Get back!" "Now!" "Everyone back!" "He missed!" "I don't know who you are, but if you think this is over, this is not over." "I'm gonna throw a big party here tomorrow, and this whole place is gonna get crazy." "And the two of you?" "You're my guests of honor." "See that guy that Cruz is talking to?" "That's the head of the South Dade Aryan Nation." "That is..." "Not surprising." "The S.S. tattoo kind of gave it away." "It doesn't make any sense." "The Aryans are always at war with La Nación." "Exactly." "So why not make money from starting one?" "That's a negotiation." "Cruz is gonna start a riot." "That's what he meant by "having a party."" "Cruz is smart." "His first attempt raised security." "He knows you're safe now here in the cell, but a riot will give him the chance to kill you when the guards are distracted." "Jesus." "We're dead." "Only if we stay here." "Keep an eye out." "Where did that come from?" "The FBI, believe it or not." "Told me to use it only in case of emergency." "Now seems like a good time." "Hey, Mike, how's your stay at the Greybar?" "Lots of rugged men lifting weights, glowering at each other?" "Hey, does your phone have a camera on it?" "You guys are funny." "I'm in prison." "Yeah, sorry, Mike." "Watching Juan's back isn't gonna work." "Cruz is too powerful." "He's planning a riot to kill us." "We're gonna have to break out." "A prison break?" "!" "Mike, Juan has, like, a week left on his sentence." "And I'm telling you he's leaving early -- as a fugitive or as a corpse." "It's our choice." "Can you use the riot as cover?" "That's the plan." "There's a crooked guard named Hill on the cellblock." "It looks like Cruz is paying him off." "Think you can lean on him?" "Yeah, anything you need, brother." "Got to go." "I'll text you." "Wow." "That didn't sound good at all." "Yeah, well, this doesn't look good." "Gonna have to do something about grandpa there before we can dig up Simon's stash again." "Well, you're gonna have to get some reinforcements." "I got to go pick up Jesse and run down this Hill character for Mike." "You sure this guy Hill is in Cruz's pocket?" "I mean, 10 years as a prison guard." "He's got a little house, leases a compact sedan." "Just doesn't look dirty to me." "He's not in it for the money." "Hill's brother is doing a five-year stretch up in Ocala for burglary." "La Nación has guys in that joint." "If Hill doesn't play nice with Cruz..." "Little bro's cell turns into death row." "Wow." "And you're thinking the fact that this guy's getting blackmailed is something we can use to blackmail him?" "Look, leaning on a guy who's already squeezed doesn't exactly give me the warm fuzzies, okay?" "But Mike's life is on the line here." "All right, it's showtime." "You gonna help me or not?" "Yeah." "George Hill, right?" "Who's asking?" "Just a couple of guys looking for a favor." "Got some friends staying in South Dade Correctional." "They're looking to check out early, and you're gonna help." "Yeah, I don't think I will." "Now, get the hell off my lawn before I call the cops." "You know what?" "That's a great idea." "Let's call the cops." "We'll tell them how La Nación is threatening to kill your little brother in Ocala." "Just takes one phone call to open an investigation." "Of course, I wouldn't want to be your brother once it gets back to Cruz that you ratted him out." "No." "My brother is just a kid." "He's not -- we don't want anything to happen to your little brother, okay?" "You do your part for us, we'll do our part to get rid of your Cruz problem." "What's my part?" "Well, first, you're gonna tell us everything about South Dade Correctional's riot procedures." "It's not a great color on you." "Great to see you, too, Fi." "So, how's it going with Simon's buried treasure?" "Well, it's being guarded by a groundskeeper who's a little older than most of the people in the ground." "Sam's busy with this, so I'm gonna have to recruit your mom to help me." "Fiona -- I don't want to argue." "We only have a few minutes, so let's focus." "I can't stop thinking about you, baby." "At night, it gets so bad." "Am I talking to you, perv?" "!" "No, I am not." "You want to keep your nose out of our pillow talk?" "You been thinking about me, too, baby?" "I think he's gone now, Fi." "You're no fun, Michael." "Anyway..." "Our friend Hill has been quite the help in getting your early release." "Once Cruz starts the riot, you and Juan have about 20 minutes to get to the infirmary and hide inside the pharmaceutical locker." "As if the prison wasn't already claustrophobic enough." "Well, Hill said the thing's industrial-size." "It's standard procedure for the guards to move it off site as soon as a riot starts." "They don't want any inmates raiding it during a commotion." "Won't the guards look inside it before they drive it off?" "Oh, they probably will, but it'll be Sam and Jesse." "Hill lent them his uniforms and a key card." "Sam is busy forging copies of it." "There's just one problem." "Hmm?" "The door to the infirmary will be locked." "Michael..." "Some things you have to do for yourself." "Okay, that's enough!" "You be good, baby." "Is it just coincidental that both Michael and Sam are unavailable for look-out duty?" "They are busy helping a friend." "Aren't they always?" "Should I worry?" "Uh..." "Honestly, I would be more concerned about..." "Our little assignment than theirs." "Well, that's reassuring." "Chemicals like sodium metal will burn when they come into contact with the moisture in the air, which makes them ideal triggers for particularly nasty booby traps." "High school chemistry also teaches us that oil and water don't mix." "So to defuse a booby-trap triggered by moisture, you submerge it in oil." "It's messy, but it'll keep you from being blown to bits." "Oh, it's like Russian nesting dolls." "It's cute, huh?" "Oh, don't worry, it's safe now." "It's totally harmless." "No, no, no." "It's not that." "Um, what do you people say?" ""I think we have company"?" "Oh, damn it." "Look, I need a sec to get this out and cover it up." "Could you, uh..." "Yeah." "I thought I saw somebody over here." "Are you in charge of this place?" "!" "I'm the caretaker." "You tell me what that truck is doing here." "What does it look like?" "I had to hire a landscaper." "Ma'am, you can't do that." "That's not authorized." "Someone had to take care of Quin's grave." "You certainly haven't." "Would you look at me when I'm talking to you?" "You people have no respect." "I'm grieving here." "I'm dealing with the pain of a very serious loss, a-a-and you're just letting his grave go to hell!" "Do you have any idea how painful that is?" "Ma'am, are you confused?" "This is a historic cemetery." "Everybody in here has been dead for over a century." "Well, it's not about how long it's been." "It's about how much you love somebody." "My great-great..." "Great-uncle Quinton..." "Has been so important to our family." "I-I'm sorry." "We'll try to do better?" "Thank you." "Uh, Mrs. Becker, I'm done." "Are you ready?" "All right." "Bye." "The riot will probably start in one of the common areas." "Now, when it does, the guards will try to lock down the cellblocks and move in to stop it." "That's when we'll make our move all the way over here to the infirmary." "You think the guards will be too distracted to see us?" "If Cruz throws the kind of bash he's promised, they'll have their hands full." "I don't want to get my hopes up too high, but this sounds good to me." "But then again, I've never really broke out of prison." "No, neither have I." "You two." "Come with us." "Where are you taking us?" "Time to see the barber." "What's wrong with our hair?" "Let's go!" "What's happening?" "I think Cruz's party is about to get started." "Should we run?" "This is Cruz's cellblock." "Until the riot starts, we have nowhere to run to." "What is this?" "It's the end of the line, I guess." "We're supposed to be responding to a Code Black in cellblock "A" when this goes down." "Now, the deal wa" "I know what the deal was." "Attention, we have a Code Black in progress." "Mobilize response team immediately." "There's gonna be a lot of bodies when this is done -- a lot of guards, inmates..." "Snitches." "Let Michael go." "He's got no beef with you." "He had no beef with me." "It would've been quick for him with my shiv, but now..." "It's gonna be slow and painful for both of you." "Aah!" "Let's go!" "We got to move!" "I think it's broken." "Put me down." "You're never gonna be able to carry me through there." "It's the only way to the infirmary." "The guards will have already locked down the yard." "We have 10 minutes!" "What are you doing?" "You did your best." "I appreciate it." "But Cruz is coming." "You got to get out of here, or you're dead." "We're already set up to get someone out of here." "If you're staying here, I guess Cruz will have to leave." "Come on." "Okay." "Get in here." "Keep your head down." "How are you gonna get into the infirmary?" "I'm working on it." "Down on the ground!" "On the ground!" "Now!" "Down!" "Down!" "All the way!" "Get down!" "Hey, buddy, how you doing?" "Down!" "Get down!" "Thank you." "This guy Cruz is no joke." "He's really stirring up a hornet's nest." "Well, let's hope Mike and Juan are not in the middle of it." "Mike, you and Juan all right?" "I'm fine, but Juan's leg is busted." "He's not making it to the infirmary." "Mike, he has to." "He can't, Sam!" "That's why we're gonna give Cruz an early release." "Mr. Westen, you're a very clever man." "Cruz is already looking for us." "If he found out that we're holed up in the infirmary..." "I'll make sure that he does." "What?" "Yeah, hey, your pal Cruz is hunting for my friends." "I want you to make sure that he gets the message that he can find them in the infirmary." "One of Cruz's guys has a phone." "I..." "Could call him." "George, just remember your brother now." "You do this, and Cruz is not gonna be a problem anymore." "But you got to do it fast." "All clear." "Thanks, pal." "I said keep your head down." "Any medical facility is going to contain plenty of combustible material." "Pure oxygen can pack a punch if paired with the right accelerant." "The same properties that make Ether a powerful anesthetic also makes it extremely flammable." "Alcohol is used to sterilize wounds." "Pour it on the floor, it can also make an effective fuse." "Mike?" "Juan?" "Why don't you make it easier on yourselves, pendejos?" "Get out here!" "Any place where lots of dental labwork is done on the premises will have a butane torch." "It's used to cast molds or teeth out of wax." "It can also be used for any other task that requires a controlled, pointed flame." "Run!" "Yep." "This looks about right." "I guess Cruz finally got a taste of his own medicine." "Okay." "Okay." "I need a little help here." "Hey, you're not going back out there." "Not without an FBI escort." "Agent Harris?" "You said to call if there was trouble." "You want to be a little bit more specific, Westen?" "Few incidents inspire a police response as intense as a prison break." "Local, state, and federal authorities come after a fugitive with everything they've got." "Dump an escaped prisoner someplace, give him a gun, make a few calls, and you can guarantee he'll make a lot of new friends in law enforcement." "Freeze!" "Don't move!" "On your stomach!" "On your stomach!" "Get on your stomach!" "Hands behind your back!" "Hands behind your back!" "I don't know, Westen." "It felt more right when I was walking you in." "I got to say, I kind of agree with you." "I'm not sure you don't deserve another stretch -- full-blown riot, prison-gang leader tries to break out of jail, and now several guards are admitting to taking bribes." "You had nothing to do with that?" "You really want to know?" "No." "I guess we don't." "All right, well, thanks for the update." "I owe you." "Well, that was my buddy at the U.S. Attorney's office." "They're going after Cruz?" "Well, it looks like somebody else already did." "Apparently, the day after he was taken into custody," "La Nación got wind that his hands were in the coffers of the gang -- decided to take matters into their own hands." "I don't know how I can ever thank you and Michael." "No thanks necessary." "I promised you your family would be taken care of, and they will be 'Cause they have you back." "Hey, hey." "Hang on." "Hang on." "Okay, go." "I'm not gonna miss the unveiling of Simon's treasure trove." "Coroner photos and..." "High-school yearbooks." "It's a rare combination." "Here we go." ""Berlin 2007."" "This is the tape Simon wanted me to hear." "And you're gonna meet with Simon tomorrow to talk about this." "Given my last go-around with Simon," "I told Vaughn I wanted to control the security this time." "Simon and I are going to, uh, meet outdoors, maybe along the beach." "How romantic." "Vaughn." "Hello?" "Who is this?" "I'll give you one guess." "Simon?" "Surprised to hear from me?" "Where are you?" "I'm right behind you." "No." "The end won't come that quick, not like it did for the men you sent for me." "You'll find what's left of them in my hotel room." "Simon, I don't know what you're -- please, don't." "I take it you've chosen to terminate my services." "You gave us no choice." "We know you've been working against us." "Whatever will you do without me?" "Oh, we found a replacement -- very promising." "The name's Westen." "If he doesn't work out, there'll be another." "The work continues." "Well, i guess this is goodbye." "Simon?" "I thought Vaughn told you he had nothing to do with burning you." "Obviously, he was one of the people who pulled the trigger." "So, Mike..." "What are you gonna do?" "I heard the tape." "Now I know Vaughn helped choose me." "I want to thank you for that." "Hallelujah!" ""Therefore, rejecting all falsity, let everyone rejoice in the truth with his brothers."" "That's what we are, Michael..." "Brothers." "Whatever you say, Simon." "I still want to know what the bible decodes and who's after it." "The man who tried to take the bible -- he's not like you or me, Michael." "We're just pawns in a very, very large chess game." "But he's..." "Well, he's more like a King." "Last time I checked, a pawn can still take a King." "I guess we'll find out." "The man's name is John Barrett." "Ring any bells?" "The C.E.O. of Drake Technologies?" "The same." "Makes sense, if you think about it." "A multi-billion-dollar corporation with holdings in telecom, infrastructure, tech..." "Whatever they destroy, they can rebuild." "Quite the business model, wouldn't you say?" "Simon, what does the bible decode?" "Ohh..." "I'm not gonna tell." "But let's put it this way -- if you deliver that book to Mr. Barrett, he'll have everything he needs to wipe out Vaughn and his ilk completely." "Let him, Michael." "You'll be free..." "Free to go gunning for Barrett yourself if you feel like it." "Why tell me any of this?" "I would have worked with the devil himself to take down those sons of bitches that burned us." "Sadly, the devil's not available." "I'll have to pin my hopes on you." "Go get 'em, brother." "I'll be damned." "John Barrett." "How did you get Simon to talk, Michael?" "He tried to convince me to kill you." "I let him believe he convinced me." "Should I be worried?" "I just told a psychopath what he wanted to hear." "So what's next?" "You go after Barrett?" "Well, it's not that simple." "With a guy like Barrett, you can't go in with guns blazing." "It calls for a more..." "Surgical approach." "You're not done yet, but you made a hell of a lot of headway." "Here's to you, partner." "I'm glad we found each other." "Me too."