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.

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.

I can be done with you right now.

Maybe you should just go ahead and pull that trigger.

You can just add me to that list of bodies

you've been dropping -- shut up. Shut up!

I said shut up!

I work for Anson because if I don't,

my brother dies.

Rebecca, listen to me. You hate Anson.

You hate him at least as much as we do. I saw it in your eyes.

Help us take Anson down.

We'll keep your brother safe.

Sorry, Sam. It's too late.

I know what it's like to save someone close to you

by selling your soul a piece at a time.

There's only one way to finish this for good.

We have to take him down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong.

There's nothing I won't do.

In many ways, being a spy is just like any other job.

You get a paycheck, go to meetings, return phone calls.

And if your supervisor invites you to a fancy lunch

without telling you why,

it's either very good news or very bad.

You're 30 seconds late.

My training officer

would have booted you out of the Agency for that.

Tell you what -- I'll make it up to you.

Drinks are on me.

Why don't you tell me why I'm here?

Wow.

I forgot how much fun you are.

There is news on your whole "Get Fiona out of jail" project.

Why do I get the feeling there's a "but" at the end of this?

There always is, isn't there?

The C.I.A. would like her to prove

that she is a friend of the Agency

before they're willing to talk terms of a deal.

"A friend of the Agency."

Relax, Michael.

They just want her arms supplier.

That wasn't what we talked about, card.

Well, the consensus was that your panties would

be in a bunch over this.

That's why I'm here to see you personally.

That's why I'm buying you $18 drinks.

And that's why I can tell you this --

I can still make this happen,

but I need you and her to play ball,

and I need you to help convince her.

Do I have a choice?

Not really --

not if you ever want to see your girlfriend again

without a pane of glass between the two of you.

Well, I guess, then, I'm in.

Sam, there are chairs inside, you know,

where it's not 100 degrees.

Yeah, I'm giving Rebecca some space.

I'm kind of terrified of that look in her eyes,

when things aren't going her way.

Still haven't found her brother?

Yeah, I'm all buddied out, Mike --

I mean, FBI, NSA, Interpol.

The whereabouts of Mr. Trent Lang

are a mystery to us all.

Is she still keeping everything close to the vest?

Yeah.

She won't say anything

about where he disappeared from or what spooked him,

so for all I know,

the guy wandered into the wrong section of Bed Bath & Beyond.

All right, I'll go talk to her.

Yeah, good luck with that, brother.

Rebecca, we need to talk about your brother.

You can't find him, can you?

I seem to remember sparing your life so you could.

You haven't given us much to go on.

I already told Sam

I'm not letting you gamble with my brother's life.

This thing with Trent is delicate.

And I'm telling you

that I specialize in delicate situations.

Try me.

Fine.

Let's just say there are some very dangerous people after Trent.

Anson found out where Trent is hiding,

and he said that if I don't do his bidding,

he'll tell these people where Trent is.

Finding your brother might not be the only answer.

These very dangerous people might be a good start.

I'm asking you to trust me.

How can I do that?

How do I know you'll keep your promise?

Until he met me,

Anson Fullerton was running an international conspiracy

with hundreds of operatives and billions of dollars.

And then I swore to take him down.

Now he's off hiding in some spider hole under an assumed name,

and you're all he has left.

So, you go ask him if I keep my promises.

Burn Notice 6x05 Split Decision Original Air Date on July 19, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Last time I saw my brother was in that club.

He liked to dance? He tended bar?

I need a little more here.

Trent was hired to do payroll.

A few months in, he figured out

it was just a front for a criminal syndicate.

He tipped off the cops and slipped town?

Yeah. The police busted the boss for racketeering.

That's Wes Foster.

It was his dad who went to prison.

So, Wes took over the family business,

and he's picked up a new hobby, which is hunting my brother.

He's been offering rewards, bribing cops.

Son of a bitch is obsessed.

Well, you've seen him.

Still not hearing any brilliant solutions.

One step at a time.

First I need to figure out a way in.

Oh, good luck.

Wes' organization is huge,

but since the bust, it's family only.

There's always a way in.

You just have to know your target.

Are you sure you're sure, Mike? I mean, Rebecca --

She needs our help. Her brother didn't do anything wrong.

We're doing this.

I don't know, Mike.

You got three states' worth of gang members here.

I mean, you can't get them all busted.

Maybe the old torch-and-pitchfork routine would work, huh?

You know, round up some villagers.

Just brainstorming.

Forget the whole gang. This comes down to Wes.

If we convince him it was someone else who got his father busted,

Rebecca's brother is off the hook.

I just need an approach.

Okay, well, check this out.

Wes' dad, Hank, died in prison

six months ago of a heart attack.

But his old cellie --

he's in a work-release program in Tallahassee.

He'd be a walking encyclopedia on Wes' dad.

We get some background info,

I could approach Wes as Hank's prison buddy.

You're fine making the trip up to Tallahassee?

You'll have backup.

You haven't lived

till you've spent a midsummer road trip with Nate Westen.

Me and Nate versus the ex-con? Seriously?

Time is tight.

I need to stay here and make the approach

as soon as we've got some info.

Hey, if you want, you can babysit Rebecca. I'll go with Nate.

No, no, no. Thank you. Bring on the ex-con.

Unlike common criminals,

spies are trained to work with their captors

to negotiate their own release.

In most cases, it simply requires

staying calm, relaxed, and being as helpful as possible.

Of course, it's a lot more difficult

when the person standing across from you is someone you hate.

I realize that working with us

is more akin to a shotgun wedding than a romantic courtship,

but you have done it before.

Well, that was for Michael, not you.

I get it -- you're not joining my fan club anytime soon.

It's sad, but I've come to terms with it.

Listen to me carefully, please.

The deal that Michael Westen's been offered

has a solid shot to get you out of here.

I'm just trying to help.

Last time you helped me, you pulled Michael out of Ireland

without so much as a goodbye.

I'll tell you what --

why don't we go ahead and focus on the present, okay?

Peruse that.