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.

Put the weapon down.

Hands on your head!

Listen to me, Michael. Gray shot your brother.

He murdered Nate.

Michael, what happened?

Card's dead, Fi. Now we need a way out of here.

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

and some heavy-hitter seems to be running the show.

We got them boxed in. Whatever it takes, I want it finished.

We have Westen. Awaiting instructions.

Stand down and let him go.

Please confirm stand-down.

Confirmed.

All units stand down.

I'll never stop, Westen.

I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth if I have to.

Then I'll see you there.

When you're a fugitive,

it's tempting to flee the country

and worry about the details later.

But it's also a great way to get caught.

Since most countries now require biometric I.D.s,

the first step in getting out of town

is getting good documents.

You can't just go somewhere new.

You need to be someone new when you get there.

Randy Weems?

What the hell kind of name is that?

What happened to Chuck Finley? That's my lucky name.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Weems,

but my I.D. guy doesn't take requests.

Oh, crap. Well, just stick with "Sam," will you?

Don't be calling me Randy until we leave.

Speaking of leaving,

shouldn't Elsa be here with the supplies already?

Michael and Jesse are almost done with the radio.

Don't worry. She'll be here.

I just gave her a few extra things to pick up for me.

She probably just got stuck shopping.

"A few extra things"? I thought we agreed --

Listen, sister, if I'm gonna be living in a hut

in the Dominican Republic,

I at least need a decent bottle of scotch.

I believe that's the sound of my scotch arriving.

Hey, beautiful.

Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry it took so long. There was construction.

It slowed everything down.

Construction? Where?

At the entrance to the marina.

What? Is --

is there a problem?

There's a reason fugitives are so paranoid.

When you're on the run,

even the smallest change in your environment

can put you on high alert.

But, then again, sometimes being paranoid pays off.

Damn it! That's an earpiece!

See, this is bad. Those are agency guys.

We're blown.

Yep, that's a gun.

My I.D. guy -- he was acting all jumpy.

Kept asking if he could deliver the passports himself.

I should have known.

They'll start searching as soon as they block the marina.

We got to go now.

Well, we aren't getting out of here by sea.

Coast Guard is incoming.

Fi, get Mike and Jesse.

I'm on it.

Elsa --

Elsa, I got to ask you something that I don't want to ask you.

Can we have your car?

Of course.

What -- what happens now?

Once we bust out of here,

that CIA team is gonna be all over you,

so just...tell them that we stole your car.

And just tell them that...

that you don't know me anymore, okay?

Can you -- can you tell them that?

I'm sorry, Elsa, but it's just not safe.

I mean, they're gonna be all over us, so --

I will try and figure something out, okay?

I promise you.

Coast Guard's almost on top of us, Sam.

Sam, we got to go.

Fine, Mike. Just start the car.

Bye, sweetheart.

Stay beautiful.

I'm sorry, Sam.

I don't want to hear it, Mike. Just drive.

Mike, the window's closing up there!

I see it! I see it! Just hold on!

It's them!

Mike, you're not gonna make it!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

They're gone.

Burn Notice 6x14 Down & Out Original Air Date on November 29, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Looks like we're clear for now,

but we can't stay here too long.

Sam.

Michael, give him a minute.

Okay, so, those fake I.D.s...

Worthless.

Wonderful.

Got another I.D. guy?

None that I trust -- not now.

There's a passport office up in Boca.

We could try to break in --

Mike, come on.

That's a crappy idea, and you know it.

Riley's gonna be expecting us to do exactly that.

Now, I think I know a guy -- he's a friend of Dixon's,

but... It's a long shot,

so if anybody else has a better idea, let's hear it.

Okay, then.

Even if you evade the FBI, ATF, and DEA,

a life of crime is tough to explain to the IRS.

That's why many career criminals have a day job.

It gives them a cover I.D., access to equipment,

and a real W-2.

It also makes them easier to find

if they won't answer your calls.

Hey, buddy.

Aw, Sam! What are you doing here?

Good to see you, too, buddy.

This is my work!

And I'm not your buddy.

Oh, come on, Dixon. After all we've been through?

Didn't I get you a cargo plane last time I saw you?

Oh, yeah. That was easy to sell.

I just put it on Craigslist

and said, "ignore the bullet holes."

Mm-hmm. Just came by 'cause I need a little favor.

None of your favors are little.

Okay, you know what? I'm done flirting. I'm not in the mood.

I got to get in touch with that guy you told me about,

the smuggler -- Schmidt was his name.

The guy you said could move anything or anybody.

Why do I tell you things? Why?

'Cause I think deep down, you like me.

No. No, that's not it.

Okay, look, the point is, we got to get out of town

with fresh I.D.s, okay --

someplace warm, with decent beer.

That's why we need Schmidt.

W-well, I'm sorry. Your timing sucks, okay?

Schmidt's in hiding. He's in some sort of trouble.

No cell, no e-mail, no nothing.

You know, it's funny -- I bet the guy

who builds his computer systems could find him.

Say, wasn't that you, Dixon?

Even if I could -- and I'm not saying that I can --

there is zero chance that he'll talk to you.

All right, Dixon. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome. Really appreciate it.

But, you know, before I go, I thought I would just say

I think it's great that a company like this

would hire a convicted hacker!

Should I go on? Shh.

How about the Navy, when they almost court-martialed you

for stealing the skipper's porn collection?

Should I go on? No! Shut up! Shut up! Please!

Take us to Schmidt, I won't say another word.

Come on, Dixon. I'm in a hurry.

Don't forget your Oreos.

Counterintelligence, broadly speaking,

is the practice of spying on someone who's spying on you.

With a little patience,

you can learn a surprising amount about your enemies

just by watching their own surveillance teams.

It starts with carefully observing

who's at what location,

when they're there, and how often.

Once you have a list of possible candidates,

you cross-reference with people from other surveillance sites.

If anybody shows up more than once,

it's a safe bet it's not just a coincidence.

It's a lot easier to keep your secrets

if you know who's after them.