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.

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

before he escapes.

We got him, man. It is about time.

No.

Nate!

Ayn, I need something.

I need to disappear.

I might be able to arrange for you to have a little privacy.

If you hide me,

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

That kind of cooperation could knock years off my sentence.

This is a munitions warehouse

in San Miguelito, Panama.

Say hello to the man who murdered your brother, Nate.

It's him! It's Gray!

Don't move.

I got him.

Now we just sit tight

and wait for Card's extraction team.

He said it's already in the air.

Card isn't sending you an extraction team.

How do you know about Card?

Who do you think sent me out here?

This was supposed to be a suicide mission for you.

What is that? Sounded like an F-18.

Card sent an air strike into Panama? That's insane.

Please tell me it's done.

So, what the hell do we do now?

When was your last contact with Tom Card?

Yesterday, 1800 hours.

When is your next contact scheduled?

It was conditional. On what?

My mission being complete.

You mean me and my friends dead.

Yeah. That was the order.

Is there anyone else looking for us in Panama?

You think I know that?

Look, I told you everything there is to tell.

Are we done?

No.

Tell me about Atlantic City.

I had an order to take out Anson.

I carried it out.

But you didn't just kill Anson.

True. There was another guy.

He was my brother.

Yeah, so I heard.

You killed my brother, and he wasn't part of this.

How do you figure?

Last I saw, he was standing behind Anson with a gun.

He looked pretty proud of himself.

He wasn't the target.

You could've waited for a clean shot.

Clean shot?

Man, that was 1,900 meters,

20 city blocks, light crosswind,

off the roof of a beat-up Toyota Camry, center mass.

I'd say that's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of deal.

Mike, don't do it.

He wasn't a target.

He was my brother!

Hold on. Hold on.

Where I come from, we do not execute prisoners.

Say it! He was my brother!

That's right. That's right.

And he's gonna get what he deserves.

But you're not killing him in cold blood.

Come on, Mike.

What did you think the plan was, Sam?

We came here to deal with this son of a bitch.

We need to finish the job.

Well, the job has changed, Fi.

Now we know this doesn't end with him.

Card was the one trying to take us out.

Card is next!

Wait, what are you gonna go after him with?

A rumor?

Right now this guy is the only weapon we have against Card,

but we got to get him back to Miami alive.

How are we gonna do that, Sam?

We are stuck in Central America with nothing.

We are dodging the CIA, the FBI, God knows what else.

The last thing we need

is to be dragging that bastard around with us!

Okay, then we put a bag over his head and

we ditch him somewhere. We give ourselves a chance to get home.

Why not have him call Card?

He can tell him we're alive,

and he can put bull's-eyes on our foreheads!

Listen, Mike, you could've killed this guy back there,

and you didn't.

You know I'm right. He's our play.

Now, I know this is tough, brother,

but we just got to keep our heads down

and get ourselves back to the states.

But killing him now...

It's a mistake.

Yeah, I know it's a mistake.

One I'd enjoy making.

Burn Notice 6x11 Desperate Measures Original Air Date on November 8, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Mrs. Westen?

It's Mrs. Arnold from across the street.

Hi, Mrs. Westen --

I'm -- I'm sorry.

You caught me at a bad time.

I'm right in the middle of --

I don't really know how he got my number,

but your nephew is on my phone.

My nephew?

Yeah. He wants to talk to you.

Oh -- oh.

Yes. I'm sorry -- m-my line's been acting up.

Oh. Thank you.

I'll return it as soon as I'm through.

Thank you so much.

Oh -- o...kay.

Michael.

Mom, I'm fine.

I couldn't call your phone. It might be tapped.

Look, we have to be quick.

My phone's tapped? Well, who's tapping my phone?

I can't get into that. We're in Panama.

Michael, what is going on?

We're finding a plane to get back to Miami,

but we need your help. The flight has to land secretly.

Sam has a hacker friend.

His name--

Why don't you have the CIA do that?

That -- that Tom Card.

Why don't you call him?

Mom, he's the reason I'm in trouble.

He's the reason Nate's dead.

He knew I was close to finding out

that he was behind everything,

and he tried to kill us all.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I don't -- I don't understand.

I don't have time to explain everything, mom.

For now, you're just gonna have to trust me.

Just act like nothing's happened.

Don't tell Card anything.

Like nothing has happened?

That bastard called me an hour ago

and asked me to come back to his office tomorrow.

Please, Mom.

We only have one chance to take him down.

If he figures out we're coming after him,

he will get away with it.

But, Mom, first you need to --

Fine.

Just tell me about this guy you want me to find.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Jack Dixon.

Yeah, he's over there.

Excuse me, are you Dixon?

Oh, hi.

Oh, is that your boat down the way?

No. Is the music too loud?

Can I get you a hot dog or maybe a jello shot?

No, I'm -- I'm a friend of Sam Axe.

I need a favor.

Sam.

Just a sec.

You said "Dixon," right? 'Cause I'm not Dixon.

H-has anyone seen Dixon?

Listen, lady,

hacking into F.A.A. records to erase a flight from Panama --

that's crazy.

Are you saying you can't do it?

No, of course I can do it, but that's not the point.

The point is,

I'm finally out from my house arrest,

and you're asking me to do some seriously risky stuff here.

Michael and Sam will pay you back.

It's not about the money. It's about the principles.

You seem like a nice boy,

so let me tell you about my principles.

If you don't do this

and my son gets back another way, he's going to kill you.

If he doesn't get home, I will kill you.

Okay, let's erase this flight.

Okay. Let's go.