Burn Notice

My name is Michael Weston.

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.

Previously on "Burn Notice"...

We had one fight, and you decide to go back to Ireland?

This isn't about one fight, Michael.

It's bad news, McBride.

Someone's coming to kill my sister.

Thomas O'Neill. Bloodthirsty hooligan.

You tell me where Fiona is now!

Why don't you do yourself a favor and just forget the past?

Fiona is not my past.

Aah!

Fi!

Fi! Fi!

Aah!

O'Neill outed you as an American.

You can never go back to Ireland.

Neither can she.

What were you doing working with Tom Strickler?

You know the kind of people he was in bed with?

Now someone's in town cleaning up the mess he left behind.

Wait. Who's in town? I don't know.

Someone's coming for me, and they're coming for you, too.

Ow!

Hold still. I'm almost done.

You're doing this on purpose.

I'm not the one who tore your stitches out

second week in a row.

Now stop moving, or you're gonna do some serious damage.

I will do some serious damage to you when this is over.

I promise you that, Michael Westen.

You have the sewing skills of an orangutan.

There. Now you can kill me if you want to.

Oh, god, I want to.

Okay, yes, you should rest.

There you go.

You're lucky that these sedatives are kicking in

'cause I will kill you.

I'll be here.

Doing your own field medicine has its advantages...

no conversations with the police,

the food's better,

and the relationship between patient and caregiver

is very close.

Ohh!

Oh!

Of course, that last one can be a disadvantage, as well.

Gotcha.

So, is she finally out?

I was afraid the paint was gonna peel off the walls.

She'll be asleep for a while. You know, it's funny.

When I thought she was leaving town,

I actually felt a little bad.

Hard to believe, I know.

Well, it looks like she'll be sticking around for a while.

You find out anything?

Yeah, I been calling around.

The intelligence agencies are checking in to Diego's death.

Apparently, enough people saw you on the street

that you're not a suspect.

For once, they're not blaming me for something.

Well, it doesn't mean you're popular.

Operation "Unburn Michael Westen" is officially off.

I figured as much.

Yeah, in the meantime,

I'm checking out the phone that you lifted off of Strickler.

I've been trying to figure out

who threw Diego off that hotel balcony.

Any luck?

Well, it's slow going.

I mean, the guy called for takeout food, escort agencies,

and, of course, he was calling all around the world

about your little burn notice.

But best lead is this hotel on South Beach.

If we're looking for someone in Miami, that's my bet.

Thanks, Sam.

Want me to go down there with you?

I mean, everything you say,

This guy sounds like a "Grade A" psychopath.

I'll be careful.

Take care of Fi?

Of course.

Getting information out of hotels

requires a delicate touch.

One whiff that you're snooping and you'll just hear a lot of,

"we can't give out that information."

You need to get them on your side,

convince them that you're someone

that needs customer service.

Excuse me. Wondering if you could help me.

A friend of mine was staying here at the hotel,

and, uh, well, we were supposed to hook up.

Mr. Westen? We've been expecting you.

Of course, when the hotel clerk turns out to be expecting you,

that makes things a little easier.

Left it... For me? You sure?

Yes, he had the bellman drop it off.

He said you'd be 6'1",

exquisitely dressed, with impeccable posture.

In the world of espionage,

there are a lot of ways to introduce yourself.

You can use official channels. You can use a cover ID.

You can use encrypted communication.

Whatever the method,

that first contact tells you a lot about a person...

...especially when someone introduces himself

by firebombing a hotel room.

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Did you see anything? Michael: Not really.

I don't know what he looks like.

They never saw his face at the front desk.

The room is registered to Dr. Randolph Quilling.

Quilling? Mike, you serious?

He was a British nuclear scientist, killed in '99.

Burned to death in his hotel room.

I think Mike's new friend is telling us

that he was involved.

It's a hell of a thing,

torching a hotel room as your business card.

Well, as long as we're waiting for our mystery man

to say hello again,

I need you to take a meeting for me.

It's an insurance-scam thing.

I would do it... ohh... myself,

but in my current state...

You were going to leave the country.

You were still taking jobs?

Well, I had already committed to this...

one last thing before going back to Ireland,

but someone got outed as an American spy,

And now I can't go home.

We saved your life, remember?

Saved? Please.

It's out at the Hallandale impound lot.

Thank you for meeting me.

A friend of mine referred me to Fiona.

Said she could take care of anything.

Yeah, Fiona's good at what she does.

That's my husband's car.

He was killed last month in a five-car pileup.

I thought it was an accident, but... I found this.

They're insurance forms, already filled out.

Some scam was gonna pay him to say that he hurt his neck.

We had money problems, and...

he was just trying to save us.

Instead, he got killed?

Some guy came to my house last week in a Corvette.

He said that since my husband died,

I have to sue the city for wrongful death

and give them the money.

He threatened my family.

Do you think that there's any way that Fiona can help?

I'll see what she can do.

She'll be in touch when we know more.

Thank you.

Sam.

Hey, Mikey.

I need you to go over to the county records office.

See if you can get them to slip you some insurance records.

Mike, you can't just ask for that stuff.

Use your Sam magic.

Oh. Why didn't I think of that?

The day that the cell phone call log was invented

Should be celebrated as a national holiday for spies.

Even a cautious cell phone user who uses dial-back systems

or switches phones often

leaves behind a lot of information you can use.

You still going through that thing?

Strickler used this phone.

Chances are he talked to whoever it is

that's torching hotel rooms to say hello to me.

Have you considered turning this over to Homeland Security?

They get paid for this sort of thing, you know.

For all I know, he could be working for Homeland Security.

I'll call someone when I need someone.

How'd it go at the county records office, Sam?

Not good, Mike.

I tried to get something,

anything, out of that lady down there about the insurance scam.

She's 65, a widow,

and completely immune to my charming ways.

Seriously? You couldn't get the medical records

out of a 65-year-old woman, Sam?

She's my Kryptonite, okay?

I'm telling you, Mike,