Eureka

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 ex-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.

Bottom line -- as long as you're burned,

you're not going anywhere.

Classified data has been digitally encoded

since before computers were invented.

Spies have used book ciphers for centuries

to send numeric correspondence

that only can be read when paired with the proper text.

Bibles make good code books

because of the variance between printed editions

and the numbering of chapter and verse.

So, your search for the root of all evil

led you to rob a bank,

and you're rewarded with the word of God.

What is that, irony?

It's a serious code book, is what it is.

What do you think it pairs with?

I don't know. But I know somebody who does.

Simon? Our Simon?

"Did everything you were ever accused of

and then tried to kill us and blow up half of Miami" Simon?

Yep.

So, the bad guys we're hunting took a break

from global destruction

to come to Miami to steal this book...

And it turns out what they're really after

are the secrets of a psycho who's obsessed with you.

Yes.

But you guys aren't seeing the silver lining here.

Simon probably knows who they are.

Hey, Michael, this glass -- it's not half full.

It's completely empty.

And this...Is trouble.

Okay. Well, you're probably not gonna love this --

I'm trying to get a face-to-face with Simon.

I've asked Vaughn to come to town to talk about it.

You know, I thought the weird feeling in the air

was just the calm before the storm.

No. It's a disturbance in the force.

Look, Simon's locked away in a secret prison.

Vaughn is the only one who can put me in a room with him.

That makes him my teammate on this.

Why not let Vaughn grill Simon about the bible?

Or, hell, just destroy the thing and walk away.

Oh, no. He couldn't do that.

He has to see it through to the bitter end.

And it's not about Michael.

It's about saving all those innocent people.

I've heard your spiel enough times.

I can do the whole thing backwards if you want.

You just left out the part where if I walk away,

Jesse got burned for nothing.

Well, I was mocking you.

I wasn't saying you were wrong.

Just wish me luck.

And stash that until Vaughn is gone.

Sure. Because we wouldn't want your trusted new teammate

to kill you for it!

What's this? You kicking us out?

Didn't you guys hear? There's a hurricane coming.

Ah.

Well, it's not the worst thing headed this way.

Oh, about time. I almost blew away out there.

Whew.

This is some place you got here.

You sure we're safe riding out the storm here?

Stay away from the windows.

Then again, that's always good advice.

Thanks for coming.

I'm assuming you weren't followed.

No.

I was, uh... Glad to come.

I hadn't heard from you in a while.

I didn't want to bother you until I had a good reason.

What'd you find in that safe-deposit box?

An out-of-print family bible.

Looks like the basis for a book code.

Used to belong to a guy you know.

Simon?

Well...

I guess with Simon, you have to expect the unexpected.

I need to talk to him.

How soon can you make that happen?

Uh...

Here's what I'd prefer --

why don't you give me that bible,

and I'll get the answers we need.

You've had Simon for months.

If you could break him, you would've done it by now.

That's, uh, a little ungenerous.

You haven't been quite as productive

as we were hoping, either.

Maybe you need help.

You said that this was my investigation.

It is.

But I'm sorry, I'm not gonna put our biggest enemy

in the same room as our most valued asset.

So you're going back on your word.

But -- but -- but it's because you're looking out for me.

Simon is dangerous.

I risked my life!

I got a man burned!

And I've caught an endless wave of grief about it!

Now I'm losing my patience.

I'm asking a simple favor.

And before you say "no,"

you need to remember that I'm pretty dangerous, too.

This is me...Saying "no."

Time to go.

Hey, you're taking this personally, Michael.

You're not thinking straight.

You're putting me out?

Bigger storms are coming, Michael,

and I'm gonna remember this.

Burn Notice 4x09 Center of the Storm Original Air Date on August 5, 2010

Ooh!

Careful, Jesse!

How many windows are you gonna break?

Hey, these boards got to come down somehow.

I'm doing a job here, lady.

Hurricane Jesse here is doing more damage with a crowbar

than hurricane Dana did.

He's worse than Sam!

Mom, what are you doing here?

I thought you were supposed to be up in Jacksonville.

I told you what you needed to hear.

What? I knew we were just gonna get hit by feeder bands.

Jesse and I stayed and rode it out.

Right, Jesse?

Yeah.

She waited until after I loaded her car

to tell me that was her plan.

They evacuated the whole neighborhood!

What if the house began to flood? Oh, please.

I've lived my entire life in Miami.

59 years I've been watching these things.

I know when they're gonna cream us

and when they're gonna swoop northward and cream somebody else.

So...

Any luck finding out who Simon Escher is?

I've been running the name by all my friends.

No luck yet.

Maybe it's time to tell the world we got this bible, you know?

See who comes out of the woodwork.

In my experience,

the types of people who hide in woodwork

usually carry automatic weapons.

Let's leave them there.

I have a few more friends who are getting back to me.

If we don't hear anything in the next couple of days,

I say we start making some waves.

Are you home, Michael?

There are two FBI agents here to see you.

They say they're your friends.

Hi, friends.

Hey, Westen.

Uh, sorry to drop in like this, but...

We, uh, need your help with something...Off the books.

Last time I asked for your help,

you both laughed in my face.

Hey, hear us out, will you?

Guy like you might need a favor from the FBI someday.

I'm listening.

You're looking at James Bailey.

He runs a non-profit for marine preservation,

and he's a blood donor,

supports public radio --

I get it. He's a good guy.

A really good guy.

And he's wanted dead by a Turkish syndicate.

He witnessed a murder they pulled,

and he's taking the stand next week.

Harris and I were prepping his testimony with him.

I'm guessing we're coming up to the part

where you got shot in the arm.

The hitter for the Turks

found the safe house we were working at

right before the storm hit,

opened up on us with a modified Saiga-12k.

Bailey took off like a bat out of hell.

We don't know where he is.

Let's back up.

You got ambushed

by someone carrying a fully automatic shotgun

and all you ended up with was a scratch on your arm?

Maybe the guy thought dropping two feds

was a dumb thing to do.