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.

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.

You don't want to do this, Michael.

Oh, yes, I do.

Aah!

Enough!

It's a dead-man switch.

If I drop this,

you'll be scraping your friends off the walls.

Rebecca: I've been supplying Anson

with travel documents and cash

every couple of weeks.

I can tell you the exact location

of the hotel in Atlantic City

where he's expecting his next drop.

Anson will get what he deserves.

I promise you that.

You know where Anson is? Are you serious?

I have a lead on where he's going to be tomorrow night.

But we can't get ahead of ourselves.

Even if he shows up --

How? How did you find him?

I've been talking to...Rebecca.

Fi -- Fi, we have every reason to believe her at this point.

She tried to have me killed.

Trust me. Anson was manipulating her.

If anyone can appreciate what that's like, I can.

How can you be sure you're not walking into another trap?

I can't be sure on this one.

But I have to do it.

If I can put Anson in cuffs

and you plead guilty to a few weapons charges,

your sentence will be time served.

It's your only chance.

Time's up, Glenanne.

Warden wants to see you.

I trust you, Michael.

But if you let that weasel slip away again,

I am gonna break out of here just to kick your ass.

Fair enough.

Ms. Glenanne,

this is Mr. Thomas and Mr. Walsh from the State Department.

Uncuff her, please.

Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't.

Arthur Meyers, MI6.

So pleased to meet you.

What is this?

That is a rather complicated question, isn't it?

We've been monitoring your activities for quite some time.

Honestly, we were hoping all this would end

with a needle full of potassium chloride.

Seemed rather just, in light of your past affiliation

with the Irish Republican Army.

I left the army because of their tactics.

I never hurt a civilian -- then or now.

Let's not quibble about the past.

Let's talk about the future.

Well, I don't see how you'll have a damn thing to say about it.

Well, then let me help you see it.

We've been granted a few hours of your time --

tomorrow from 1:00 to 4:00.

You'll be driven to our new consulate,

and you and I are gonna have a little chat

about how you bombed the old one.

You think I'm gonna talk to you?

I don't expect so, no.

But the light there is exquisite,

and you'll look lovely on camera.

If you leak that I'm in British custody,

there are people in Ireland who will go after my family.

You'll be putting innocent people in danger.

Their lives will be --

Over. Yeah. That is one option.

The other option is if you sign a new confession --

a full confession -- and we squash the CIA business.

Take the night to think it over.

Sleep well.

Burn Notice 6x06 Shock Wave Original Air Date on July 26, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Seven phone calls, four texts, and two cryptic e-mails,

all to set up

an urgent cloak-and-dagger meeting in the woods.

I think you enjoy being a spy a little too much, Michael.

I think you need a hobby, and I --

I know where we can find Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?

He's been getting cash and fresh travel documents

every couple of weeks.

He's picking up a new package tomorrow

in a motel in Atlantic City.

And how do you know this? The point is, I know it.

Hold on, Michael.

We've cut off every bank account,

every known associate, every line of support Anson had.

Who's helping him?

My source on this is confidential, but I can vouch --

It's Rebecca.

She's the only one of his contacts still in the wind.

And you found her, didn't you?

You tracked down a traitor to this Agency,

and you didn't even tell me about it?!

I did what I had to do.

Do you want to reprimand me for not following protocol,

or do you want to catch this guy?

Honestly? Both.

Well, one of them can wait.

We have hours, not days. And we have to keep this quiet.

So I want to use my people.

No. I'm running this op.

You came here because you need CIA resources.

If you want to pick the team, fine.

But not Sam.

If he's in the mix and we come up empty-handed again,

every one of my bosses will line up to kick me.

It's the Agency's loss. Sam is as good as I am.

And he accepts domestic beer as payment.

I'll put a note in his file.

I don't get to go?!

I'm sorry, Sam.

Come on!

I've been helping you slog through this burn notice garbage

for how many years now?

And I don't get to be there

when you finally put the wraps on the last bastard standing?

I told them that they were making a mistake.

But you know how it is.

You, the Agency... You.

I'm not even sure

you should be using their people on this, Mike.

Who knows where Anson has ears in D.C.?

That's why we're keeping it as tight as possible.

Exactly. I mean, why do you think he's letting me come?

He gets to go? Wow. Okay. That's a little harsh.

I'm just helping with transpo, keep the head count down.

And besides, no one knows Atlantic City better than I do.

I drove a limo up there and gambled.

Mostly I...gambled.

I hate to ask,

but do you think you can keep an eye on my mom?

Oh, you mean she's not handling

surveillance and communications?

Yes, I'll do it. Fine.

Thank you.

Knock 'em dead, boys.

In any prison, contraband is the rule, not the exception.

Candy, alcohol, even weapons

are available at a steep mark-up.

But there are still some things

that no amount of cash, credits, or cigarettes

will buy you.

Ayn, I need something.

I need to disappear.

Wait. You're not kidding?

Honey, if I had a secret door out of here,

don't you think I'd have used it by now?

I'm not talking about actually breaking out.

I just need it to look like I did.

Back up, criminal.

I thought you had this whole CIA exit strategy.

Yeah, well, apparently

the English government heard about it,

and there's a...British spy

who's intent on making my life a living hell.

Right. Well, we all been there.

You have half the guards on payroll here.

Surely one of them can just stash me somewhere.

In a word?

Hell no.

But I might be able

to arrange for you to have a little privacy --

if you can make it worth my while.

That's a big "if."

Are you interested in an early release?

Don't come in here selling magic beans, girl.

No beans. Just leverage.

I'm a high-value prisoner.

They're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

And?

And if you hide me,

I think it's only fair that you be the one to find me.