(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.
[ 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 -- a bunch of bitchy little girls.
...family, too... Hey, is that your mom again?
...if you're desperate.... Someone needs your help, Michael.
...and a down-and-out spy you met along the way.
That's how we do it, people.
Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,
you're not going anywhere.
I'm gonna get you out.
We got a lead.
If I get Anson, would that be enough to get Fiona out of jail?
It's a start.
[ Groans ] You don't want to do this, Michael.
Oh, yes, I do.
Aah!
Enough!
It's a dead-man switch.
If I drop this,
you'll be scraping your friends off the walls.
[ Gunshots ]
Rebecca: I've been supplying Anson
with travel documents and cash
every couple of weeks.
I can tell you the exact location
of the hotel in Atlantic City
where he's expecting his next drop.
Anson will get what he deserves.
I promise you that.
I have a lead on where he's going to be tomorrow night.
But we can't get ahead of ourselves.
Even if he shows up --
How? How did you find him?
I've been talking to...Rebecca.
Fi -- Fi, we have every reason to believe her at this point.
She tried to have me killed.
Trust me. Anson was manipulating her.
If anyone can appreciate what that's like, I can.
How can you be sure you're not walking into another trap?
I can't be sure on this one.
But I have to do it.
If I can put Anson in cuffs
and you plead guilty to a few weapons charges,
your sentence will be time served.
It's your only chance.
[ Buzzer ]
Time's up, Glenanne.
Warden wants to see you.
[ Sighs ] I trust you, Michael.
But if you let that weasel slip away again,
I am gonna break out of here just to kick your ass.
Fair enough.
Ms. Glenanne,
this is Mr. Thomas and Mr. Walsh from the State Department.
Uncuff her, please.
[ British accent ] Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't.
Arthur Meyers, MI6.
So pleased to meet you.
What is this?
That is a rather complicated question, isn't it?
We've been monitoring your activities for quite some time.
Honestly, we were hoping all this would end
with a needle full of potassium chloride.
Seemed rather just, in light of your past affiliation
with the Irish Republican Army.
I left the army because of their tactics.
I never hurt a civilian -- then or now.
Let's not quibble about the past.
Let's talk about the future.
Well, I don't see how you'll have a damn thing to say about it.
Well, then let me help you see it.
We've been granted a few hours of your time --
tomorrow from 1:00 to 4:00.
You'll be driven to our new consulate,
and you and I are gonna have a little chat
about how you bombed the old one.
You think I'm gonna talk to you?
I don't expect so, no.
But the light there is exquisite,
and you'll look lovely on camera.
If you leak that I'm in British custody,
there are people in Ireland who will go after my family.
You'll be putting innocent people in danger.
Their lives will be --
Over. Yeah. That is one option.
The other option is if you sign a new confession --
a full confession -- and we squash the CIA business.
Take the night to think it over.
Sleep well.
Burn Notice 6x06 Shock Wave Original Air Date on July 26, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Seven phone calls, four texts, and two cryptic e-mails,
all to set up
an urgent cloak-and-dagger meeting in the woods.
I think you enjoy being a spy a little too much, Michael.
I think you need a hobby, and I --
I know where we can find Anson Fullerton.
Excuse me?
He's been getting cash and fresh travel documents
every couple of weeks.
He's picking up a new package tomorrow
in a motel in Atlantic City.
And how do you know this? The point is, I know it.
Hold on, Michael.
We've cut off every bank account,
every known associate, every line of support Anson had.
Who's helping him?
My source on this is confidential, but I can vouch --
It's Rebecca.
She's the only one of his contacts still in the wind.
And you found her, didn't you?
You tracked down a traitor to this Agency,
and you didn't even tell me about it?!
I did what I had to do.
Do you want to reprimand me for not following protocol,
or do you want to catch this guy?
Honestly? Both.
Well, one of them can wait.
We have hours, not days. And we have to keep this quiet.
So I want to use my people.
No. I'm running this op.
You came here because you need CIA resources.
If you want to pick the team, fine.
But not Sam.
If he's in the mix and we come up empty-handed again,
every one of my bosses will line up to kick me.
It's the Agency's loss. Sam is as good as I am.
And he accepts domestic beer as payment.
I'll put a note in his file.
I don't get to go?!
I'm sorry, Sam.
Come on!
I've been helping you slog through this burn notice garbage
for how many years now?
And I don't get to be there
when you finally put the wraps on the last bastard standing?
I told them that they were making a mistake.
But you know how it is.
You, the Agency... You.
I'm not even sure
you should be using their people on this, Mike.
Who knows where Anson has ears in D.C.?
That's why we're keeping it as tight as possible.
Exactly. I mean, why do you think he's letting me come?
He gets to go? Wow. Okay. That's a little harsh.
I'm just helping with transpo, keep the head count down.
And besides, no one knows Atlantic City better than I do.
I drove a limo up there and gambled.
Mostly I...gambled.
I hate to ask,
but do you think you can keep an eye on my mom?
Oh, you mean she's not handling
surveillance and communications?
Yes, I'll do it. Fine.
Thank you.
Knock 'em dead, boys.
[ Buzzer ]
In any prison, contraband is the rule, not the exception.
Candy, alcohol, even weapons
are available at a steep mark-up.
But there are still some things
that no amount of cash, credits, or cigarettes
will buy you.
Ayn, I need something.
I need to disappear.
Wait. You're not kidding?
Honey, if I had a secret door out of here,
don't you think I'd have used it by now?
I'm not talking about actually breaking out.
I just need it to look like I did.
Back up, criminal.
I thought you had this whole CIA exit strategy.
Yeah, well, apparently
the English government heard about it,
and there's a...British spy
who's intent on making my life a living hell.
Right. Well, we all been there.
You have half the guards on payroll here.
Surely one of them can just stash me somewhere.
In a word?
Hell no.
But I might be able
to arrange for you to have a little privacy --
if you can make it worth my while.
That's a big "if."
Are you interested in an early release?
Don't come in here selling magic beans, girl.
No beans. Just leverage.
I'm a high-value prisoner.
They're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
And?
And if you hide me,
I think it's only fair that you be the one to find me.
Oh, you're right.
That kind of cooperation could knock years off my sentence.
Damn, girl, you're diabolical.
Then let's go down first thing in the morning,
right after breakfast.
Yeah, I can work that.
But this thing won't hold up long.
I'll give it a day, maybe two.
With any luck, that's all I'll need.
When the CIA plans the capture of a high-value target,
no expense is spared.
Directional microphones, fiber-optic cameras,
taser guns -- all the toys come out.
Blue team, copy back if you're set.
Man: Copy. Woman: Copy.
Look at him.
He's like a kid in a candy store.
You guys don't know how spoiled you are.
[ Music plays in distance ]
[ Music continues ]
Can somebody tell me the story with 111?
Um, well, t-this is kind of awkward, Mike.
That's what a party looks like.
Well, it won't be long before the cops get invited.
Not the kind of welcome mat we want to lay out for Anson.
How much petty cash do we have? We can pay them to leave.
Fast and easy -- I did it once in Beirut.
Oh, hold on.
We got Nate Westen to the rescue.
Nate: Hey, whose room is this?
Damn it. What the hell is he doing? [ Music stops ]
Man: What you think you're doing, dude? You're in my ride.
Oh, yes. I'm very sorry about that.
And I will be brief.
We're gonna need all your linens.
What'd you say?
Well, I'm the assistant manager. And -- oh!
This is Manny.
And unfortunately -- and I don't want to alarm anyone --
but we've had a massive bedbug infestation.
Bedbugs? Bedbugs.
You serious right now?
Yo! Farrah! Bova! We gots to roll, kids.
Manny says the place got bedbugs.
I ain't payin' for the room. You can forget that, yo.
Yes, I understand.
And I'm very sorry for the inconvenience.
[ Sighs ] They gonna roll, yo.
You're welcome. What the hell was that?
You like that? It was actually a true story.
One time when I was on the strip and I had these --
You drive. That's what you do -- nothing else.
It worked, okay?
Yeah. What if it worked too well?
You want the entire motel to clear out?
Anson would know something's wrong from down the block.
Okay, Mike.
Sorry.
[ Sighs ]
In any covert operation,
the closer you get to your goal,
the more collateral damage tends to arise.
Just because you're dealing with one situation in a city
hundreds of miles away doesn't mean that another one
won't show up on your doorstep back home.
Open up. Open up.
[ Gun cocks ] Aah!
Sam, no!
Barry? Jesus.
Who answers the door like that?
[ Sighs ] Where's Mike? I need Mike.
Whoa. What the hell happened with you?
Ugh. I got shot.
[ Groaning ]
Are you sure that that's sanitary?
It's not very sanitary, but it'll stop the bleeding.
You barely got grazed.
Would you calm down and just tell us what happened?
Okay.
I'm having my midday mojito.
I look over, and I see a gaggle of Fiona's old gun buddies.
I barely got out of there.
Who are these people?
Um, you know how we're doing a lot to get Fi out?
Uh, we might have pissed off this, um...
Major weapons dealer.
What does that have to do with him?
It shouldn't have anything to do with me.
But I handle all the money for Fi's deals.
So the FBI said, "We'll offer you immunity if you cooperate."
And I was like, "I got to think about it,"
which is why I need to talk to Mike.
I'm sorry. Am -- am I missing something?
Why didn't you just go to the FBI, all right?
Let them protect you. Take their deal.
Yeah, well, I know.
I would, but except that if I did that,
then they'd go pick up my books,
and then every single one of my clients
would have a matching set of bracelets,
including your son and...
Oh, come on.
You said those tax shelters were totally legal.
Yeah, Sam, what part of that sounds totally legal?
"Tax shelter"?
I'm not gonna let anything bad happen. I promise you.
I just need to go get those files
that are germane to the issue at hand, you understand?
Okay, so go do it. I can't!
Listen, I keep all of my stuff up at my client's lake house.
Now, they're gonna be looking for my car.
So I'm gonna need a ride.
I'm gonna need a little backup.
Maddy, are you okay here?
Yeah, there's a "Real Housewives" marathon.
I'll draw the blinds and stay in.
Let's go. Ow!
Try not to bleed in my car.
[ Birds chirping ]
This way, Sam.
[ Whistles ] Some spot.
I didn't realize you had clients
who were actually, you know, successful.
Yeah. Well, I'm more than just great hair and good looks, Sam.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
It's over here.
Hey, seriously, what does this guy do?
Data mining and derivatives and basically screwing over
a whole bunch of people in Malaysia. [ Panel beeps ]
Will you check that closet for a box?
He is not a nice dude.
However, he does let me stash my "iffy" files here
in exchange for free tax advice.
I need this.
All right, so I'm gonna take all this.
Ow.
And that.
And, uh...
bingo.
We're out.
Why are you pointing at it?
W-- because I'm injured, Sam.
I'm sorry I got shot.
[ Birds chirping ]
Uh, Barry, stop walking
and pat your pockets like you forgot your keys.
What?
The S.U.V. on the street wasn't there when we got here.
I'm thinking that the guy behind the wheel,
who's not looking at us, has a rifle in his lap.
[ Gunshots ] Aah! I'm hit!
[ Shouting indistinctly ]
Get in there!
[ Groaning ]
You all right?
No, I'm not all right. I got shot in the leg!
Looks like a flesh wound.
Yeah, well, whatever. It's twice in one day!
This has got to stop! [ Sighs ]
Sorry, Barry.
I'm pretty sure this is just starting.
Ugh! Aah! Ow! Aah! Ngh!
How is it?
You're gonna be fine. It's a through-and-through.
If we live, you can put a hoop though it.
If we live?
Barry, there's four guys outside with guns.
That's a lot.
[ Cellphone beeps ] Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Do you have any bars?
No, man, there's no cell service out here at all.
Well, it's the main reason why I asked my client to use his place.
There's no cell service. There's no Internet service.
It's the only way to -- ow! -- Keep data safe from hackers.
Ugh!
Oh, damn it. They cut the phone lines.
[ Sighs ] You think any neighbors heard that shot?
I don't know. It's all vacation houses up here.
I think we're probably on our own.
Okay. I need a beer.
Come on, man.
I'm gonna need you to keep it together.
I can't deal with these guys alone.
What are you talking about?
You can't deal with these guys at all.
I'm making a fake marshal's badge.
If we can't call the cops, I've got to be the cops.
So I need your wallet, some scissors, and a glass.
What's the glass for?
We don't waste beer in my family.
The guys that Fi rolled over on --
you recognize any of 'em?
Yeah. Garret Hartley.
I think he's the vice president of killing people.
The guy's a cold-blooded son of a bitch.
You were right.
Stack of mail in the box next door.
Yeah. You hear that, bitches?
We got all the time in the world. No rushing.
No more excuses.
Now, here's what I want --
Attention! Drop your weapons and put your hands up.
[ Beep ]
That's funny.
You're funny. I'm not joking.
This is Chuck Finley, U.S. Marshals Service.
We've got a team inside the house and backup on the way.
Surrender now and you will not be charged
with threatening law-enforcement personnel.
Very generous, Mr. Finley, but I'm gonna have to say no.
We know who you are, Mr. Hartley.
Be smart.
How do you think this is gonna end?
If you know who I am, then you know how this ends.
I'm here to kill Barry Burkowski.
Do yourself a favor. Send him out.
We tried to be reasonable.
Remember that.
[ Sighs ]
Go check out the main road.
See if he's telling the truth.
Hey, it's working.
Uh, actually, it's not.
We just bought ourselves a few minutes to get ready.
But he's leaving. He's checking out our story.
Believe me, they're gonna storm the joint
as soon as that S.U.V. comes back. Ugh!
You know, I really can't deal with your negativity right now.
Barry, what kind of outside lighting does this house have?
The motion sensor in a backyard floodlight
works by measuring infrared heat.
When a change is detected,
it triggers a charge in two electrical leads
that turn on the lights.
With a little creative re-wiring,
that same spark can transform a shotgun shell
into a primitive, motion-activated zip gun.
Okay.
Now we got a little buddy to guard the back door.
Hey, listen.
Um, that was neat and all, but, uh,
I don't think your robot can protect us.
Do you see all the guns that Garret brought?
Don't you worry.
When that S.U.V. comes back, we'll be ready.
One of the hardest parts in any takedown operation
is waiting for the target to show.
There's nothing to do but wait and watch,
knowing that even the smallest mistake
can ruin everything.
Michael, we have a visitor.
Anson?
Not quite. Looks like a delivery guy.
[ Knock on door ]
Sweet. The pizza's here.
I hope you guys like Hawaiian-style.
Oh, Jess, do me a favor and let the guys know -- dinner.
Hey, hey! What's up? Sweet!
All right, it's $42, right? And there you got 50 bucks.
Keep the change. Right on, man.
Damn it, Nate!
That's the second time you've jeopardized this operation!
What?
I-I just got pizza. I did something nice.
Who orders four pizzas to a motel room?
Why don't you just hang a sign on the door --
"sting in progress"?!
Okay, I really doubt anybody --
I can't keep cleaning up after you!
Not on this one!
You need to go.
I mean it. Out the back. Now.
Fine.
[ Door slams ]
Look, Mike, I get it, but that was a little harsh, man.
I mean, he's your brother.
Fiona's life is on the line, Jess.
I can't have Nate --
there is no margin for error on this.
Yeah.
[ Buzzer ]
Woman: Guard Rodriguez, call 776.
Nice touch. Cheaper than a lookout.
More reliable.
Never met a cup of rocks that would betray me.
Inmate 239...
You're about to see why I got myself on library detail.
[ Buzzer ]
I had my guard on cell block "D" kill their AC unit.
Nobody's gonna miss this.
Man: Strip check "B," to the office.
Strip check "B," to the office.
Come on. We gotta make room for your bony ass.
[ Sighs ] Just me and a year's supply of menthols, huh?
Hey.
You get claustrophobic,
you bite your knuckle and keep it to yourself.
If you get busted before I can play the hero,
I'll be out of business for nothing.
You can save the pep talk.
I have more riding on this than you do.
Female guard: Lunch call, ladies!
Line up! Let's go!
Line up!
Male guard: You heard her -- lunch call. Stand up. Come on.
Woman: Guard Johnson to the east gate.
Guard Johnson to the east gate.
Glenanne.
Glenanne, get out here right now!
[ Buzzer ]
[ Rapid buzzing ]
Man on P.A.: All personnel to cell block "D."
Code black. Code black.
This is not a drill.
[ Barry sighs ] I can't die.
I've never climbed Kilimanjaro.
I've never seen "The Wire."
I've never even had a four-way.
I've never --
I've never strangled a friend in cold blood before,
but it's early.
It's back.
The vehicle with all the guns -- the death-mobile.
Looks like they're getting organized.
Get the mortar, Barry. Let's go.
Is calling it that supposed to make me feel better?
You know, it's just a beer can
with aquarium cleaner and sugar and --
I know what I'm doing. Does that make you feel better?
Let's do it.
[ Sighs ]
Hey, how long is it gonna take
for you to get this boomstick thing ready? A minute.
Minute? I don't think we have a minute, man.
They're coming.
[ Beep ]
Mr. Hartley, before you take another step,
I'd like to talk terms.
[ Beep ]
Good. There's no reason we can't be professional about this.
I agree.
So I'm gonna offer you one last chance.
If you forfeit your guns, we'll drop the weapons charges.
If you don't, a federal prosecutor
is gonna step on your neck as hard as he can.
Don't embarrass yourself, Mr. Finley.
We both know you don't have backup on the way.
Now, that chubby little CPA in there is gonna die.
If you give him up, there's no reason you have to.
As I said, this isn't personal.
Yeah, well, this isn't, either. [ Beep ]
Okay, give me a light. [ Grunts ]
The ammo! Get down -- now!
[ Gunfire ]
Man, I always thought of you as a second banana, but forget Mike.
You're number one in my book.
Barry, there were four guys. Where's the fourth -- [ Gunshots ]
Man: Aah!
And you made fun of my robot.
[ Groaning ]
[ Gun cocks ]
Yeah! It hurts, doesn't it?! Ha!
We got one, man. One down.
Yeah.
Now there's only three people trying to kill us.
That was brave, Mr. Finley.
Brave, but not very smart.
You just made it my job to kill you, too.
[ Beep ]
Well, Mr. Hartley, it's my job to avoid any further bloodshed,
so I'm warning you --
if you come any closer, we will open fire.
We are well-armed and prepared to defend ourselves.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint,
but you're going to have to.
[ Beep ]
That was good. Strong.
Yeah, thanks. I was also lying.
Take a good look.
That's all we've got, amigo.
What? Why didn't you bring more ammunition?!
Because we were just here to pick up a box full of paper!
Why didn't you take the damn FBI deal when they offered it?!
Well, obviously I regret that now!
Okay, I don't hear any sirens,
so he's calling for backup even as we speak,
so we got to get out of here before reinforcements show up.
How far away is the garage? Would you say 60, 70 feet?
I don't know. I don't live here.
But if we're gonna make a beeline for it,
we might as well do it now, right?
Says the one-legged man.
I'm just saying, they got a burning truck and a man with a hole in his arm.
They seem pretty well distracted.
Well, distracted doesn't mean asleep.
You see Sylvester and Jean-Claude out there?
They're banged up, but they can still shoot.
If we try and make a run for it without cover,
we're gonna get our asses shot off.
[ Sighs ]
What? What?
[ Sighs ] Hang on!
[ Refrigerator door opens ]
Come on, bacon, come on. Give me some bacon. Come on.
Oh! [ Laughing ] Yeah.
Um...
Hey, look, I hate to be a skeptic here, but, uh,
how the hell is breakfast meat supposed to help us get away?
It's not the meat. It's the grease.
When I was with the teams, they taught us
that any hydrocarbon polymer, like animal fat, can --
never mind. Breakfast meat is magic.
Michael: When you're on the run, the first few hours
are when you're most likely to get caught.
Most fugitives are caught quickly
because they're trying so hard to get away
that they leave a trail a mile wide.
[ Buzzer ]
The best plan is usually to hide well
and stay out of sight.
[ Door opens, dog barks ]
We got something near the library.
Of course, it doesn't matter how well you're hidden
if they have a K-9 unit that can smell you
as well as see you.
In that case, your best option is usually a decoy.
[ Dog barks ]
Give the dog something to find
and hope their handlers don't look too close.
[ Grunts ] I'm sorry, ma'am.
It must have been the tobacco that set him off.
And as exciting as it is
to discover a hidden pack of ronnies,
I think it's safe to say
that Ms. Glenanne escaped from your facility.
So go back to your hotel.
You'll be notified the moment she turns up.
When she turns up, it'll be in Ireland or Morocco.
My arrangement with the State Department
was for today.
This trip has been an utter waste.
Goodbye, Warden.
You will be hearing from my embassy.
When you're planning an operation to grab a target,
you want as much manpower on the ground as you can get.
You want to make sure you've covered every approach,
every escape route.
Woman: Can I have room 104?
Because no matter how much you plan,
there are always surprises.
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
All right, new deal.
That's not just any hooker. She requested room 104.
Anson sent a cutout.
Blonde under the breezeway -- get a mike on her.
Jesse: I'll do you one better.
This little baby's gonna be her own private cell tower.
We'll get the location of whoever she's talking to.
Woman: No. No, there's nobody.
It's a crappy motel. Jesus, what do you want?
Anson: I want you to keep your eyes open.
Hey, relax.
What the hell's in this package that's got you so --
I don't pay you to ask questions.
Just get me the damn bag by 5:00.
And make sure no one's watching.
I've got to get out of town.
We got him.
We got you, you little vest-wearing son of a bitch!
Pearce: No, no, no. We don't have him yet.
Southwest corner of Baltic and MLK. That's across town.
Michael: Drexel Hotel.
Blue team, Anson Fullerton is at the Drexel Hotel.
We have less than an hour to get there. Move!
[ Bacon sizzling ]
Hey, go easy, Barry.
Hey, if you want me to run on this leg,
then I need to -- I need to not feel it so much.
Actually, I don't want to feel much of anything right now.
It looks like a firing squad out there.
They can't hit what they can't see.
Trust me.
4,000 years ago,
warriors disoriented their enemies
by setting fire
to bushels of straw soaked in grease
and turning them into smoke bombs.
Even though today's soldiers
have traded burning crops for hexachloroethane,
it doesn't mean those primitive methods aren't still effective.
Hey, easy, bub.
Cholesterol kills.
Yeah? So do trained killers.
I don't know why they're waiting for backup.
They should just come in here and kill us now.
Aah!
Well, don't tell them that.
Okay, now, look.
These are smoke bombs.
It'll give us some kind of cover.
It's like a curtain between us and Garret's shooters,
but we're still gonna have to haul ass.
You ready?
I mean, as ready as I'll ever be.
Let's just do this.
Okay, whoa.
Now, this entire plan -- our lives --
depends on putting those
directly in front of the guys with guns.
Now, were you an all-county quarterback at Annalee High?
I was Nathan Detroit in "Guys & Dolls."
Yeah.
On my signal,
we're gonna approach the house from the right.
Get down!
They're not bombs.
Watch out, Barry!
Shoot them!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Whoa!
Aah! I thought you said there'd be a curtain!
What happened to the curtain?!
It doesn't matter if the bad guys are on this side of the curtain!
Garret's reinforcements showed up!
That's not a jump rope, is it?
No, that's a detcord.
Garret's gonna make his own door.
We won't even know where he's coming from.
That's not good. Neither is this.
We're out of ammo.
Okay, good. Another beer.
This means you have a plan, right? What's this one for?
No, this is just a regular beer.
Takes the sting off the fact that I'm gonna die.
I got to say, though, most days it feels less immediate.
Skirt the edge. We'll hit him in the back.
Sam, how does the lord's prayer go?
[ Gas hissing ]
Come on, you heathen. I got a plan.
It's just not a plan I like very much.
Ugh!
This guy pays his gas bill, right?
Why? What are you -- [ Metal clanks, gas hisses ]
You are! You're gonna blow up his house, aren't you?
No. Technically, they're gonna blow up the house.
I'm just helping them.
Come on. Go.
Ow!
An explosion can kill you in four different ways.
There's the shock wave, the shrapnel, the fire,
and the oxygen depletion.
The best way to survive that deadly combination of factors
is to run like hell.
If running isn't an option,
your best bet is to create a small, air-tight space
from the most flame-retardant material you can find.
When an explosion is headed your way, it's hard to argue
with an overturned porcelain bathtub.
[ Groans ]
If we live through this --
Not a word. I-I swear. Ever.
The brisancy -- or shattering force --
of a natural-gas explosion
is nowhere near as powerful as C-4 or RDX.
But just because the blast won't kill you
doesn't mean you want to live through it
without proper cover.
Knock, knock, Barry!
[ Beep ]
[ Grunting ]
Aah!
[ Both panting ]
We made it!
Ohh!
Oh! Get away from me.
You smell like bacon.
[ Coughs ]
Ugh.
Oh, man!
Sorry, Garret.
I guess things got a little personal.
As a spy, your job is to avoid detection.
But there are times when you're sure to be discovered,
and all that's left is how and when.
But that's not nothing.
Sometimes how and when
give your friends an awful lot of leverage.
This one says she heard
two inmates in "F" block planning something.
Go ahead. Tell her.
You didn't say "please," Glen.
As in please clear this room so the grown-ups can talk.
And please have a sparkling water waiting for me
when I'm done.
What do you want, Ms. Reeds?
I don't have much time today.
Oh? Really? Well, I've got a lot of time.
In fact, that's what I want to talk to you about.
I'm up for parole in three months.
You're up for rejection in three months.
Well, no. Not this time.
This time, I'll have a letter of support from you.
Why?
Because you ratted out two chickenheads planning a riot?
Because I know where Fiona Glenanne is.
And soon as that's signed and faxed to my lawyer,
you will, too.
Get out of there! Come here!
Aah!
I bet you think you're awfully clever.
But your British friend is just going to fly back
and make another appointment.
Well, he better hurry.
Ayn's not the only one expecting an early release.
Put them both in solitary.
Jesse: Going left.
Okay. Up ahead, around the corner.
Safety your weapons, but be prepared.
I want Anson alive, not in a body bag.
Right there.
[ Sighs ]
Damn it! He was forwarding the calls!
Low-tech, less traceable.
Pretty smart way to bounce a call, actually.
Let's get tech in here. Maybe we can --
No. We call him back.
We'll get a hit off his location before he picks up,
make it look like his cutout pocket-dialed him.
Mike, that's too risky. He might rea--
He said he had to leave by 5:00.
There's no way we'll have time to get Langley involved.
[ Dialing ]
[ Beeping ]
We got it. We got it. He's near the airport.
All right, that's 20 minutes.
The son of a bitch is getting away again.
There's no way we get there in time.
Maybe we don't have to.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Cellphone vibrates, rings ]
What?
Nate, are you near the airport?
Yeah. How the hell you think I'm gonna get home, jackass?
Anson is not here.
He's at a café called Tides Café.
Now, he won't be there for long.
So now you need me, huh?
Nate, I will apologize later.
But right now, I'm just trying to get over there.
He's probably going to be armed,
so I want you to get eyes on him,
but do not approach him.
Do you understand me? Do not approach him.
Mike, I got this.
[ Slot machine dinging ]
Listen to me.
You can have the cash if you burn the I.D.s.
Because something doesn't smell right --
Ohh!
[ Crowd gasps ]
Hey, asshole, Michael Westen says hello.
Get up.
Get up!
Anson: Enjoy the moment, Fredo,
but I know where too many bodies are buried.
I'll be out in a week.
Shut up.
Shut your mouth. I don't want to hear it.
[ Police radio chatter ]
I'll call Fi's lawyer,
tell her she can start the paperwork.
Mike, we got him, man.
It is about time.
[ Gunshot ]
Nate!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
You're gonna be all right.
Okay?
Look at me. You're okay. You're okay.
I'm gonna get you help, all right?
[ Breathes heavily ]
[ Weakly ] I'm scared.
Come on. No, no, no. Come on.
No, no, no.
No.
No!
Hey!
Hey, Nate!
[ Police radio chatter ]
South side's clear! There's nothing over here!
[ Sighs ]
A spy's life is spent preparing --
learning languages, researching targets,
practicing with weapons.
You prepare so when the important moments arrive,
you're ready.
But there are certain moments --
human moments --
that no amount of training can prepare you for.
Hi, honey.
How'd it go?
Mom.
Michael, what's the matter?
Nate's gone.
Mom, Nate's dead.
[ Sobs ]
No, he -- no, he isn't!
It took you long enough.
I was beginning to think you didn't need me.
Fi, I need you more than ever.
Michael, what's wrong?
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