Burn Notice

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 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.

Previously on... Burn Notice

Welcome home, kid.

You're gonna help me break in

to the British consulate right now.

Ohh!

Go get a .50 Cal -- then maybe you got a shot.

I will kill Michael.

Oh, God.

Why did you plant the bomb in the lobby?

I didn't.

I made one targeted explosive,

just enough for Larry.

The security guards -- they're dead.

Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend go to prison

for the rest of her life, you will do exactly what I say.

He'll keep forcing you to do his bidding.

There is no end to this.

We just delivered a couple hundred million dollars

to a very dangerous man.

I am not losing you, Fi.

I know that you're trying to rebuild the organization

that burned me! Aah!

Congrats. You're in charge of an official CIA team

for the first time since you got burned.

That elite CIA team you've been running --

they're gonna be my new starting lineup

because you're gonna burn them for me.

You want me to betray my own team?

There has to be a line.

There is no line when it comes to you!

We'll go to the FBI, I'll turn myself in,

and we'll make them understand.

They won't understand us.

Michael!!

Anson, it's over. One way or another, it's over.

Nobody's getting burned today.

I'll see you in hell!

Pearce, our team has been compromised!

Things have changed. There is a new plan.

Michael, that was quite a disaster at the airport today.

I told you what would happen if things didn't go well.

Fi, we got to leave. We got --

Sam! Where's Fi?

She clocked me with a bottle.

I tried to stop her.

She's turning herself in? Yeah.

Federal building.

She said she didn't want to let you

keep working for Anson anymore.

She didn't want to run and let the bastard get away.

She left that for you, Mike.

I'm sorry, Mikey.

I'm so sorry.

Fi!

I'm here to, uh, surrender.

Hands up! Hands up! Back of your head now!

Do it now!

Back! Get back!

Suspect is in custody, over.

Suspect is in custody, over.

All personnel, proceed with caution.

Secure the halls -- now.

Suspect is considered extremely dangerous.

"I loved you.

"Before I should have, i trusted you...

"'Cause I've always known your heart.

You do what's right, no matter the cost to you."

"And I've learned that when you love a spy,

you have to be willing to make that sacrifice, too."

There you are.

Been looking all over for you.

Is Fi...?

I was too late, Sam.

Look, Mike, you can't blame yourself.

I mean, there was nothing you could do.

It wasn't like any of us could stop her.

What about you, Sam?

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I-I don't.

You expect me to believe she knocked you out?

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

Mike, come on, man.

What do you want me to say?

Okay, yeah, yeah, maybe I could have fought her off.

That's right.

But did it ever occur to you that maybe she was right?

You were losing yourself, Mike.

You were selling out everything you ever fought for!

I was fighting for her!

By burning spies?

Mike, you were betraying your friends.

You were about to betray your goddamn government.

What do I do now, Sam? What do I do?

I've just been fighting for so long, Sam.

And she was all I had left.

Now you're just gonna have to fight a little more.

I got a call from the CIA team over at the airport.

They're working on something.

Let's go, Mike. This may not be over yet.

Burn Notice 6x01 Scorched Earth Original Air Date on June 14, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it. Mike, that was Jesse.

I don't want to get your hopes up too high here, but, uh...

Sounds like he's got a lead on Anson.

What?!

Where?!

Mike, warn me when you're gonna do that?

Where is he, Sam?

Jesse's on the CIA system.

He's tapping the traffic cams,

and he saw Anson leaving his apartment

with a get-out-of-town bag and a fresh shave.

Goodbye, mustache.

As of 20 minutes ago,

he was heading through midtown in a green Jag.

So, Mike, you know, not to get ahead of ourselves here --

I mean, what's the plan if we catch him?

He's the reason why I lost Fi.

What do you think the plan is?

Mike, I hate it when you talk like that.

You don't get to argue, Sam!

Not on this, not after what happened today.

See what's going on.

Jesse, what's the latest?

You ask, I deliver.

I just spotted Anson's Jag on a traffic Cam in Brickell.

He's traveling alone. Good news is,

he's minding his red lights, he's going the speed limit.

You should be able to catch up to him.

He's heading south on 821.

821 South?

You think he's going to Cutler Bay?

That would be my guess, yeah.

With the explosion at the airport,

all the flights in and out of Miami are grounded.

He's probably trying to hop a boat out of town.

Yeah, but there's got to be 50 marinas at Cutler alone.

I mean, Anson gets there, he's gone.

He's not making it to Cutler Bay.

Talked to my D.I.A. contacts.

Anson Fullerton is just a shrink

who debriefs field operatives and treats PTSD cas--

Believe me -- he does a lot more than that, okay?

Jesse, I have a rogue agent on the loose,

a burning plane on the tarmac,

and the F.A.A. breathing down my neck to release air traffic.

I'm supposed to just forget all that and go after this guy?

Yeah. Look, I know how it sounds.

We're running out of time. He's heading out of town.

You got to trust me on this one.

All right, let's just say I did.

What would you need, exactly?

Mike and Sam are trying to cut him off.

As soon as they have him cornered,

we'll take whatever resources you got.

Jesse, in case you haven't noticed, I'm spread pretty thin.

Dani.

I'll do what I can,

but for now, Michael's on his own.

The vehicle you want when hunting someone down

depends on where you are in the chase.

If you're behind your target,

you need a set of wheels that's fast enough to catch up.

If you're ahead and waiting for your target to come to you,

you may want to think bigger.

Uh, Mike, the clock's ticking.

I mean, I thought the idea was to get ahead of Anson

so we can spot him from the road.

There are no exits for 10 miles along that highway.

It'll be a lot easier if the traffic's stopped.

Oh, great.

Anti-theft devices,

like transponder keys and transmission locks,

make newer trucks nearly impossible to steal.

Hot-wiring an older truck, on the other hand,

is still just a matter of shorting the terminals

on the starter solenoid.

And, of course,

dealing with whoever happens to own the truck.

Hey!