Burn Notice

My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until...

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 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.

Listen to me, Michael. Gray shot your brother.

He murdered Nate.

You ordered him to!

Guys like you and me --

we know the ends justify the means.

Fi, how we looking?

There's a full tactical support team on-site,

and some heavy hitter seems to be running the show.

Chuck Finley.

That better be the last time you lie to me today, Mr. Axe.

I'm not gonna let Sam take the fall for something I did.

We're getting Sam back. Whatever it takes.

It just became my mission in life to put you behind bars.

All of you.

We're not just running.

As soon as we get someplace safe,

we're gonna sit down and figure out a way to fix all of this.

I promise you I'll make this right.

Jesse: We got a problem, Mike.

One of the cars is missing, and I can't find your mom.

Where'd she go?

Pretty flowers. I didn't bring them.

A friend of Nate's must have come by earlier.

As a spy, you spend so much of your life lying

that you have to keep reminding yourself

you're doing it for the greater good.

It's easy to believe that

when the people you're deceiving are your enemies.

It's much harder when you find yourself

sneaking out on the ones you love the most

to attend a secret meeting in the dead of night.

"Would love to chat. A friend."

Are we friends now, Bly?

"Friend" might have been a tad generous,

but I couldn't think of a word that summed up our relationship.

Your friends know you're here?

No.

I told them you wanted to meet. They told me not to come.

You don't look so good, Michael.

It's been a rough week.

Well...

maybe I can be the light

at the end of this unpleasant tunnel.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

What kind of deal?

I've been tasked

with the investigation into Tom Card's murder.

And so far, I know two things --

one, Card wasn't the white knight the CIA thought he was.

And two, if I'm gonna untangle this mess,

I need the cooperation of the man in the middle of it all.

And what do I get in return, exactly?

You killed a man.

I wouldn't get my hopes up too high.

I guess I'll take my chances as a fugitive.

All right, all right. Just listen to me, all right?

I didn't bring you out here to waste your time.

Now, look, Michael, this isn't about what you get.

This is about what your friends and your family get.

Olivia Riley is coming for you.

Your actions have put her reputation on the line.

At this point, she doesn't care

who she has to hurt to get to you.

You remember your old neighbor, Raymond Mosley,

also known as Sugar?

Riley took him into custody and threw out the rule book.

I don't even know where she's keeping him.

Now, you want to see the same thing happen

to Fiona, Sam, that Porter guy, or your mom?

Let me bring you in.

I bring you in,

and Riley will have no reason to go after any of them.

How do I know you can deliver?

If I make you an official witness of the CSS,

I can deliver.

And my friends, they'll be kept out of jail?

Let me look into it.

I can promise you this --

I know I can make it easier on them.

And you.

Trust me, Michael,

life as my witness beats a 4x4 cell in some secret prison.

Okay. Our time is up.

I'll reach you on this burner.

You called the cops on me?

I'm a law-enforcement officer.

I'm not allowed to have secret meetings with fugitives.

You know what this looks like now

is an unexpected drop-in from Michael Westen.

It protects both of us.

You're really sweet, Bly.

It's Broward P.D. they're coming down 75.

I'm sure you already scouted the escape routes.

Just take any road south.

I guess I should say thanks.

One more thing, Michael.

Whatever I come back with, keep an open mind,

'cause this is the last, best,

and only deal that you're gonna get.

Burn Notice 6x17 You Can Run Original Air Date on December 20, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

So, what did he say?

Fi, what are you -- You tell us you got a note from Jason bly.

We all agree it's a bad idea for you to meet with him.

And then you sneak out

for two hours in the middle of the night.

Michael, don't lie to me.

I needed to hear what he had to say.

Listen, there might be

a way we don't have to run, an arrangement.

What happens to you in this arrangement?

Thought so.

Michael, I appreciate it.

I really do.

But I haven't fought this hard

just to watch you turn yourself in.

I don't know what else to do.

What happened to the man who moved heaven and earth

to get me out of jail when I'd lost hope?

He looked at the board,

and he realized he might be running out of moves

and this might be the best option.

We tried living our life separated by glass.

It didn't work out.

You wouldn't accept this fate for any of us.

Why are you willing to accept it for yourself?

We have a plan.

We're leaving, starting over someplace new.

That's our move.

So, no more talk of Bly or...

any kind of deal that puts you behind bars, okay?

Okay.

So, you sure we're good here, Mike?

Well, I talked to the guy an hour ago.

He's got the papers ready.

We get those, we can board the ship.

Okay, great.

Well, let's get in and get out,

'cause I'm not real excited about doing business here.

Yeah, me either. This is way too exposed.

Well, it should be fine.

As far as our contact knows,

we're just a bunch of guys ducking a tax-evasion charge.

I'm gonna keep watch. You guys make it quick.

If you need to leave the country quietly,

one of the best methods

is getting hired onto the crew of a cargo ship.

Ports have so much internal oversight,

including months of background checks and union wait lists,

the police don't pay much attention.

The trick is finding a union rep

willing to shuffle your paperwork to the top,

and then, of course, providing him with the proper motivation.

Sam: Okay, so if that envelope has the necessary bulk,

I guess we're ready for our ship assignment.

It's plenty thick.

Thing is, we have ourselves a bit of a situation.

You need to be a little more specific.

The ship I put you on just got red-flagged.

I need to transfer you to another one.

We got a triple "E" going out tonight.

You just got to fill out a few more forms.

Shouldn't be a big deal.

Yeah, hang on a second, pal.

Why was our first ship red-flagged?

Just a random check, probably.

They never tell us.

But you're just lucky that I caught it,

'cause I'm guessing from this envelope,

you guys are hoping to avoid the port authority.

Just give us the forms.

Hey. What's up?

Hey, man, it's probably nothing, but I got a container truck

that just came through the security gate.

Okay.

And, uh, why is that one special?

Well, security just waved him through

and then stopped all the other traffic.

There's like six cars lined up at the front gates.

Kind of giving me the heebie-jeebies.

Ask your buddy in there if he knows anything about it.

Hey, uh, say, uh, pal, uh,