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.

Michael: I know where we can find Anson Fullerton.

Excuse me?

He's picking up a package tomorrow

in a motel in Atlantic City.

Nate, you're the only one who can get to Anson

before he escapes.

Get up. Get up!

We got him, man. Michael: It is about time.

Nate!

Michael: No! Hey!

Nate!

I just -- I just -- I know he's busy.

I just want to talk to him about the investigation

into my brother's murder.

As a spy, you get used to dealing

with government bureaucracy.

If you need to requisition a weapon,

get an interrogation log to an analyst,

or even arrange an emergency evac from a hostile territory,

a bureaucrat can be your best friend.

It is about the status of the case.

But when you need a simple answer

to a straightforward question,

that same bureaucrat can become your worst enemy.

No, I don't want to leave another message!

Hello? Hello?!

I take it that the FBI stiff on the other end of the line

wasn't very helpful.

You have no idea.

I'm sorry I woke you.

You didn't.

I'm not much of a late sleeper these days.

I guess I'm still on a prison schedule.

You haven't been getting much rest, either.

Just got a lot on my mind.

The FBI will find whoever killed Nate.

It just might take a while.

It has been a month, Fi.

And I've heard nothing about how the case is going.

So, start an investigation of your own.

I will help you. No. No, Fi.

You are not getting anywhere near this.

We don't know where this is gonna end,

and I'm not losing anyone else!

I appreciate your concern.

Fi.

I can take care of myself.

Just let me deal with it.

If you need to get information from a government official,

it's often best to approach him

outside his usual place of business.

When he's not in an environment that reinforces his authority,

you're a lot more likely to get something out of him...

Especially if you can catch him alone.

Agent Sexton.

I need a word. I'm Michael Westen.

I know who you are.

Look, I know you're anxious

to find out what happened to your brother.

All I can say is the investigation is ongoing.

I need a little more than that.

Are you threatening me?

No.

I just need you to tell me

everything you know about this case.

Listen to me very carefully.

I'm gonna walk away. So are you.

I don't think so.

Tell me everything you know about my brother's murder.

There's nothing to tell!

File's closed.

Case was shut down.

What?

We were working the case,

then we get word brass wants to put a lid on it.

No explanation -- just end the thing.

You think I was happy about it?

Do we have a problem here?

No, there's no problem.

I was just leaving.

Enjoy your lunch.

Burn Notice 6x08 Unchained Original Air Date on August 9, 2012

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Hey, look who's not in jail.

Well, I just got an earful from Langley

about your little stunt.

What the hell were you thinking

threatening an FBI agent like that?

I didn't threaten him.

I asked him questions with a gun in my hand --

a gun I have the right to legally carry.

I did what I had to do.

I'm getting nowhere playing Mr. Nice.

At least I now know the investigation is dead.

A full investigation into Nate's death

would embarrass a lot of people.

That explains why they took the case from the Agency.

They never wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Why didn't you tell me you were doing this?

I could have backed you up.

Trust me.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

Whatever leads the FBI had are now in a sealed case file.

Sam: Yeah, about that.

Uh, I did some poking around the FBI.

Turns out a buddy of a buddy at the bureau

might be willing to share that file,

you know, on the D.L.,

but the guy wants our help on another case in return.

What's the case?

Well, the FBI has been looking for this guy,

Brian "The Butcher" Quinn, for awhile.

He ran the Dorchester Hill Gang up in Boston

before he went on the lam.

It's all the good stuff -- drugs, gambling, murder.

Then the FBI finally caught a break.

They tracked down Quinn's right-hand man,

James "Jimmy Boy" Leary, right here in Miami.

Let me guess.

They think Quinn must be hiding under some rock close by.

Yeah. Bingo.

Now, my FBI guy is gonna pick Jimmy up,

and he wants our help getting Quinn's location out of him.

I mean, the guy is desperate.

He's got a witness at North Miami General Hospital.

The guy's on his last legs.

If you can get that FBI file on Nate's murder,

I can run down leads with Jesse.

Tell your buddy I'm in.

So, you two got some way to help me out?

'Cause, um, I am running out of time.

That your witness? Yeah.

Yeah. Kelly Duke.

That's Quinn's former number two...

and my last hope at finding that S.O.B.

He's got less than a week at most,

and if he dies, my case dies along with him.

Now, I flew him down here from Boston

so the minute I find Quinn,

he takes the stand here in Miami.

Now, that only happens if you find Quinn.

I think your best shot is to arrest me

along with Jimmy and then let us escape.

I'll get him to take me to Quinn.

Wait. Escape?

Mike's gonna be wearing a tracker the whole time.

Look, you want to find Quinn fast,

that's the way to do it.

Fine. All right, when do we start?

It starts as soon as I get the FBI file

on my brother's murder investigation.

For a file this big, there's not much here.

No prints, no suspects.

Looks like the FBI didn't get very many leads

on Nate's murder.

You have any luck?

I think perhaps maybe yes.

The ballistics report

says the sniper rifle used to kill Nate

was made by Meyerson Industries.

If we find that gun, that'd be a good start.

We're not even supposed to be investigating the case.

We can't just ask them who they sold their gun to.

Well, not directly,

but there are other ways to get information.

Like?

Blackmail.

Just hear me out.

There's a definite angle here.

The V.P. of sales is the son of the founder.

That's a blackmailer's dream.

Okay?

He's a country-club member, he's got a society wife,

and he loves to, you know, par-tay.

Yeah, but setting up a play like that could take time.

I'm way ahead of you.

He's gonna be an at industry conference in Jacksonville.

I'll head up there, get all buddy-buddy with him,

take him out clubbing, snap a few racy photos --

he'll tell me about the gun.

I'm not sure I could talk my way out of that one

if the C.I.A. ever found out.