TV-Serie: Burn Notice - 6x11
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.
But the second we hit stateside, you get 10 grand cash.
10 grand ...
4 people and a prisoner?
Whatever, pal.
Dos cervezas, por favor.
The cash we got off of Gray won't get us on a bus, much less a plane.
No one's biting.
I might have a little nibble.
Rico there...
...flies for his cousin's cargo company.
Sounds all sorts of shady.
They have a flight to Houston tomorrow.
He offered me a ride for free.
He likes me.
Rico know you got friends?
I was gonna share that little detail with him once I'm on the plane.
With a gun to his back.
So, that's our ride.
Not exactly first-class travel, but it's better than nothing.
11 armed guards.
Make it a baker's dozen ...
two more just came out of the hangar.
What are they guarding?
Doesn't matter.
We don't have any other options out of Panama, and we need to leave fast.
And you're sure the pilot can escort you past security.
Trust me.
You hide over there.
Once the plane goes through the gate and hits the taxiway, I'll get Rico to open the doors, and you run out and you hop on.
Okay, and when the guys with guns see us?
You run faster.
Run faster.
People often think the easiest way past armed guards is with high-tech equipment or serious firepower, but usually it's through someone who already has access.
The key is picking an escort who really likes you, and it helps if they're fast on their feet.
Who's she?
She's my guest.
She's flying up to Houston with me.
I didn't hear anything about this.
The boss know?
Of course my cousin knows.
He's the one who approved her.
Why don't you call him?
But I'm warning you, I just talked to him.
And he's not in a good mood.
All right, Rico.
Enjoy the flight.
Thank you.
So, I get to ride up front with you?
That's right, baby.
You're flying V.I.P.
I have never been in a cockpit before.
You know what all these buttons and switches and knobs are?
I'm a pilot.
That's what we do.
Next stop, Houston.
What are you doing?
I have a little surprise.
I like surprises.
Oh, good.
You're gonna really enjoy the rest of the day.
Open the back doors now.
Okay, shady flight 101 now boarding.
All hijackers proceed to the gate.
Okay, Mike, that's our cue.
Time to boogie.
Move.
Ivamos!
Ivámonos!
Irápido!
Tell the pilot to head to Miami though the Río Duque Valley.
Stay below 4,000 feet.
Fire in the hole!
Back up, back up!
What the hell are you doing?
Mike!
Stop the plane!
I can't.
It's too late.
I'm out of runway.
We have to take off.
Imanos, arriba!
Iarriba!
Looks like we missed our flight.
We are not going there without the men we left on the runway.
Trust me, your friends are probably already dead.
Put the plane down now!
I walked you onto this plane.
I helped you rip off my cousin.
He will not be happy.
Rico, I want you to understand something.
Either you land this plane, or I land this plane.
And I don't know how to fly a plane.
Efficient cocaine-smuggling operations can process, package, and distribute their product without losing track of a single gram.
They rely on highly trained guards, controlled access points, and workers stripped down so they can't steal their product.
Isalganse ya!
Iputas!
Conveniently, the same rooms that keep drugs safe are also great for stashing prisoners.
So, this is better than flying to America?
Yeah, well, I'd rather deal with businessmen than some vigilante who's out for revenge.
Look, Gray, I know we're not each other's biggest fans, but we got a serious problem here. "
We"?
No, there's no we.
There's me and the guy who was seconds away from executing me in that warehouse.
What, you think you can do this alone?
Gray, the only card we have to play here is that my friends have the plane.
They're the geniuses who just accidentally ripped off a coke dealer.
I think maybe I'll just take my chances with these guys, thanks.
You have no idea what you're doing.
My cousin will skin you guys alive, and then he'll do the same thing to me.
I thought you said you were family.
I am, and it means nothing.
He stabbed my grandpa.
He chopped off my second cousin's ...
Such a buzz kill.
One of the biggest problems for any drug smuggler is the drug-detection dog.
Their noses can be up to 10,000 times more sensitive than a human's, which makes it necessary to mask the smell with something else.
In Colombia, that means coffee.
In Panama, it's often the catch of the day.
Fish?
Yeah, fish.
With a little extra seasoning.
So, that's about a kilo per fish, 50 fish per crate, 8 crates.
What's that work out to?
Well, my currency conversion's a little rusty, but I'll tell you, that's more than enough cocaine to get Mike back.
We need to hook the plane's radio back up, huh?
No way.
We're not risking them finding our position.
Okay, then we need to find a phone, call señor kingpin.
On the way down here, I saw a road.
It was about a half a mile south of here.
Okay, you two hitch a ride into the nearest town.
I'll stay here with the plane and Mr.
sunshine in there.
F.A.A.
security makes it nearly impossible to break into the air-traffic-control system remotely, but hackers have a saying ... "
physical access is total access."
The best way to erase computerized records on an incoming flight is to put yourself in the same room as the computer.
Okay, you're gonna wait outside while I go in here.
It's the annex.
It's got all the overrides for disasters.
I go in there, I work my magic, I come out ...
two minutes, tops.
Why are you strolling up like you're going to the Winn-Dixie?
Isn't there a security guard?
Yeah, Albert.
It's a friend of my dad's.
Well, but not today, though.
Come on.
What do you mean, "not today"?
That's not Albert.
If Albert's not here, I can't get in.
He's not th...
you didn't think to call first?
Call?
This is incredibly illegal.
Now come on.
No, we're not leaving.
This has to happen today.
You're not listening to me, crazy woman.
I can't get in the computer room.
Okay, um...
just tell me everything you know about your father's friend Albert.
Where the hell is Albert?
Albert?
He's not working today.
Don't give me that.
I know he's here.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
He took a vacation day.
Well, not according to my friend Patty at the salon.
She talked to Lucy Peterson, and she's been telling everybody all over town that she spends her lunch breaks here.
Lady, you got the wrong idea.
He's boating.
Oh, yeah, he's boating ...
up Lucy Peterson.
Is that where he is?
That their little love nest?
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, I'm the only one in the building, okay?
This is a computer room.
How much does this bastard pay you to cover for him?
Albert!
I know you're in there.
Ma'am, ma'am, look.
Albert!
Ma'am!
I'll show you, okay?
Excuse me.
Hi, Alb...
See?
No Albert.
Because he's on a boat, just like I told you.
Now you have to leave.
Down there.
That's where they are.
Ma'am, ma'am.
There's no one down there.
That's storage, okay?
Well, I'm not buying it.
Ma'am, please.
Albert!
Ma'am, please.
I will show you every room, but then you have to leave, okay?
So?
Michael and friends are all set.
But, wow, Albert's gonna wish he never went boating.
Just want my son back in one piece.
They say, "whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."
But when it comes to torture devices, that's pretty much never true.
The picana electrica delivers shocks at only 1/1,000 of an amp.
It's completely non-lethal, but at 15,000 volts, it's so painful, you wish it was.
Oh, great.
Haven't seen one of those since I was in Argentina.
What did you expect?
A back rub?
Just keep your mouth shut and let me handle it.
Sorry to make you wait.
Wasn't expecting any visitors.
Of course, I don't even know your names.
Our names are not important.
What is important ...
Your names are important.
You tried to steal my plane.
Now, let's start all over, okay?
My name is Ramiro Vasquez.
I'm the owner of the Vasquez Cargo company.
But I expect that you already know that.
Now you're gonna tell me who you are, who you work for, and where my plane is headed.
Can we talk about this somewhere ...
I'm Michael Westen.
This is Tyler Gray.
We don't work for anyone.
Our friends will be calling soon.
If you hand us over unharmed, you'll get your plane back.
You think you two are worth more than 400 kilos of cocaine?
I don't think so.
You know, I really didn't want to have to do this.
I did not at all.
But I'm going to have to ask you just one more time.
Where is my plane headed?
Our friends don't want your plane.
They don't want your drugs.
They just want us back safe.
If you just wait ...
You didn't answer my question.
What about you?
You gonna be stubborn like your friend?
Que lástima.
All right, listen, tough guy, I'm gonna ask you.
Where's my plane headed?
I forget.
Aaaaah!
Well, that is a sweet ride, Sam.
Can't believe you wasted most of our cash on that piece of crap.
Quit whining, will you?
It had a full tank of gas.
Yeah, remind me never to go car shopping with you.
Just hope we have enough change.
Somehow I don't think that's gonna matter.
Yeesh.
Bingo.
Right there.
Hola, Chico.
¿hablas inglés?
Sí, un poquito.
Ah, excellent.
What's your name, buddy?
Esteban.
I'm Carlos.
How are you?
This is my friend.
Tibbs.
They call me señor tibbs.
Esteban, that's a nice little phone you got there.
You think we could pay you to make a quick call?
No, my dad said no one can use it but me.
Okay, okay, muchacho, no problem.
Tell you what, how about if I buy that phone off you for $20?
$20?
Wow, that's a lot of money for a phone.
$40.
$40?
What the...
This is all we got.
We're stuck in Panama.
Come on, kid.
Open up your heart.
Goodbye, Carlos, señor Tibbs.
Okay.
Okay.
So we're gonna have to steal a phone from a 9-year-old kid.
He forced our hand.
Esteban!
Hey, Esteban, okay, how about this?
How about this?
$20 and this cool military scope.
Esteban, this is the latest in U.S.
government technology.
So, this awesome scope and $20 we're offering you for your phone.
Okay.
Gracias.
What a good kid.
Gracias.
Hope Rico gave us the right number.
All right, give it to me.
So, you're clever enough to get through my security.
Then you come tumbling out of the plane, belly under, como un par de gallinos.
Now, why is that?
What was that last part?
My Spanish is a little rusty.
Hyenas?
You know what?
Go ahead.
Make a joke.
No, no, no.
I ...
I ...
we had a disagreement.
Sí.
¿quién habla?
Yo soy the guy with your plane.
Oh, thank you for calling.
So, where is it?
Oh, somewhere between Costa Rica and Colombia, but you're not gonna touch it until I get my friends back.
I hope they're in good shape.
Hmm.
They're undamaged so far.
So, listen, here's how it's gonna work.
First you're gonna take some snapshots of my pals.
That can be arranged.
And then you're gonna drop them off at the Marriott in Panama City, smack dab in the middle of the lobby.
When I get a call from them that they are all fine and dandy, you get the GPS coordinates for your plane.
All right, that sounds good.
But listen ...
if I even get a hint that you're playing tricks on me...
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
Stop it right now.
You hurt my friends, that's a $12 million mistake because I will torch your product.
I'm gonna have my men take those photos, and then we can have this little deal happen, okay?
Expect my call.
Seems like your friends want to make a deal.
They still in Panama?
Yeah.
Why?
Whatever deal his friends just offered you, I'll beat it.
Gray, shut it.
You let me walk, I'll get you your coke, your plane, and a chance to kill the team that ripped you off.
Finally something I want to hear.
You can tell me where my product is?
I heard the route he gave the pilot.
It's more than enough to track down your plane.
Okay, this is the deal.
I help you, these cuffs come off.
All right.
Okay, they were flying to Miami, northwest up the Río Duque Valley, steering clear of the radar towers at Las Minas and Colón.
All you got to do is show them that we're alive, act like you're gonna make the exchange, then you will have plenty of time to find your plane.
You're actually believing this son of a bitch.
What did I say to you about interrupting, right?
You had your chance to make a deal.
My men will get you the photos shortly, but I'm gonna need you to return the favor.
I want to make sure that every bit of my cargo is accounted for.
It's all here.
It's getting a little gamey, but it's all here.
I'll need pictures.
Every crate?
Of course.
I get the pictures, we make the trade.
There are too many mountains over here, so they had to land on that side of the valley.
There aren't that many stretches of road or clearings big enough to land a plane.
You should have them within a few hours.
I hope for your sake that I do.
Lock him back up.
Helping a drug dealer, getting four innocent people killed.
What the hell are you doing, Gray?
What am I doing?
I am completing my mission.
I'm eliminating four threats to national security.
National security?
We're just trying to find out who killed my brother.
You were undermining the entire intelligence establishment.
You were using Anson Fullerton to compromise our ...
Why the hell would I work with Anson?
He destroyed my life.
Ah, yes, tell whatever story you want.
I saw your file with my own eyes.
And who gave you the file?
Card?
And what was in that file?
Some white papers?
Some untraceable intelligence reports?
He called in an air strike on you, Gray.
No, man.
That was meant for you, pal.
He didn't even know I was there.
He didn't care you were there.
I know you're Card's guy.
I've been there myself.
I trusted him, too.
I know how hard it is to accept the fact that he played both of us.
Yeah, here's that "us" again.
You understand this ...
we are not on the same side.
Card used me to find Anson.
He used you to kill him.
I didn't see through Card until it was too late.
Do not make the same mistake I made.
That's a nice try, Westen.
I know who you are, and I know what you are.
The only mistake I made was not killing you sooner.
Hiding personal feelings when coming face-to-face with an enemy is one of the biggest challenges for any operative.
The trick is to mask one emotion with another ...
hiding anger with excitement, for example...
or ice-cold hatred with motherly concern.
Madeline.
Thank you so much for coming by.
Won't you ...
won't you please come in?
I realize how hard yesterday must've been for you.
Have a seat, please.
And I ...
I just want you to know I feel your pain.
Thank you.
Why am I here?
Is something wrong?
It's probably nothing.
But there was a glitch in our communications.
Has something happened to Michael?
No.
No.
There's absolutely no reason to believe that.
I actually wanted to know if you'd heard from him.
No.
He said he would be unreachable until he got back.
Right.
I'm gonna go off the record for a second.
I used to leave an emergency phone with my father when I knew that I was gonna be out in the field for a particularly long stretch.
Couldn't have been more against the rules.
But it's family, right?
You and Michael don't have anything like that, do you?
No.
Really?
No.
It's very important that I get in touch with him.
No special arrangement?
When Michael was away years ago, I used to wait for a call, a postcard, anything.
Eventually, I learned to live without the postcard.
That way, I was never disappointed.
Mrs.
Westen, everything is gonna be okay.
Something's wrong.
Vasquez should've called by now.
Not necessarily.
Just be patient.
We're sitting on $12 million of stolen cocaine.
It's kind of hard to be patient.
Okay, here we go.
See?
Just takes a little faith.
Hello?
Señor Carlos?
I think it's the kid ...
the one we bought the phone from.
Hey, Esteban, what's going on?
There are some angry men looking for you.
They say you stole their plane.
Uh, right.
Hey, tell me something ...
do these angry men have guns?
Sí.
Big guns.
Uh, okay.
Well, we got to go.
Thanks for calling, Esteban.
You stay away from those men with the guns, okay?
You were right.
Something's wrong.
They'll be here any minute.
We got to go.
We got to go now.
What?
You can't just back this thing into reverse.
They'll be all over us before we get up in the air.
Okay, then we'll load the car up, make a break for it.
No.
We're not running.
I think our best move is to let Vasquez have his cargo.
Are you out of your mind?
He gets his coke back, Mike's dead for sure.
Not if I'm on the plane.
It'll fly back to the airfield, past the guards, right up to the front door.
If I hide in there with a gun, I can get to Michael in time.
Oh, come on, Fi, that's crazy.
You know it's our best shot.
I'll let you into the compound, and you can back me up.
Fi, you're sure.
Just hold Vasquez off long enough for me to get set up.
Okay, we're on it.
An anti-vehicle mine is only effective if it stops your target, which means knocking out the engine block or a wheel.
If you're short on supplies, a heavy-gauge slug and some smaller metal projectiles should do the trick, as long as you guess correctly where the target will be.
They're coming, Fi.
Vasquez has more men than we have bullets.
This better work.
My thoughts exactly.
That was fun.
I'm out.
Go.
Now.
Go after them.
Go.
But the road ...
there are mines.
Go!
You let them get away.
Jefe, I'm sorry, but you saw ...
Make sure my product's in that plane and get us out of here.
We've got some thieves to catch.
Okay.
Okay, this is bad.
It's been two hours.
Maybe we should just rush the place and see if we can find Mike.
With what, an empty shotgun and Panama's crappiest car?
Come on, Sam.
We got a plan.
Let's stick to it.
Look, how long does it take to get a damn plane in the air?
Well, you broke the cockpit radio, remember?
They probably had to fix it, turn the plane around, take off.
Yeah, or Vasquez decided to drive his coke back.
Or they found out where Fi was hiding.
Or she's on her way.
Bam.
Okay.
After you, Mr.
Axe.
I believe we have a castle to storm.
All right, listen.
I want this entire shipment repacked.
We're flying in an hour, or you guys are digging your own graves, you understand?
Yeah.
Good.
All right, as for you...
Primo, primo, primo, you have to understand.
What was I supposed to do?
All right, listen to me.
I'm not gonna kill you until I check the entire shipment.
But for every gram that's missing, you're gonna lose a finger.
And after 10 fingers, I'm gonna cut off something else.
You understand me?
Understood.
The problem with a trojan-horse strategy is that sneaking yourself across enemy lines is only half the battle.
If you make your move at the wrong moment, your brilliant scheme quickly turns into suicide.
Nobody steals from me and lives.
Ultimately, you just have to wait for a lull in the action, move fast, and keep everyone quiet.
Not a word.
Aww, where's that smile?
You should be happy.
I'm your best chance of getting out of here in one piece.
I'm afraid I got some bad news.
Your friends ran off like dogs when I got to the plane, so this conversation is gonna have too on a little bit longer.
So, the plane is where I said it would be.
We had a deal.
The deal was for the plane, the product, and the thieves!
Where are they?
If I were to guess, halfway to the Costa Rican border, the embassy.
Okay, listen to me.
They got somebody here?
They got a base?
What?
Come on.
Talk.
Tell me.
Come on!
I can't.
I just don't know them that well.
I had just put the team together to steal your plane.
I mean, they were the best I could get.
It was a drunk, an ex-con, and a ...
I think he was a security guard or something.
So these people you just met ...
they hung out here with $12 million worth of coke for you?
Huh?!
What can I say?
I'm that charming.
Rico's in the cockpit.
At this point, he wants out more than we do.
I'll get the plane ready.
You guys go get Mike.
Okay.
I'm gonna find them.
The only question is how much you're gonna suffer before I do.
You understand me?!
Do you?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
You having fun over there?
You want to catch these thieves?
Every minute that you waste on him, they keep getting further away.
Okay, I can find them, but I'm done working on credit.
Give me your cellphone, put me in front of a computer, and take off these damn cuffs.
I'll track them down in an hour.
Back up.
Release him.
Get the hell away from him.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
We had a deal.
Yeah, well, I decided to renegotiate.
Wait, I thought you said I was a murderer...
and a traitor.
The guy who just took 15,000 volts to save his friends is not the guy I read about in that file.
Let's go.
Got any ideas about getting the rest of the way out of here?
Yeah, run like hell before they find Vasquez's body.
I don't speak Spanish!
You know, if we live through this...
...you should think about learning some Spanish.
I'll put it on my to-do list.
All right, forget the Spanish lessons.
I don't see a way out of here.
What the hell is that?
That is our way out.
Okay, here they come.
Let's go.
What's he doing with you?
I'll explain later.
All right, you gonna stay in the plane this time?
Just get me the hell out of Panama.
Come on, Rico, let's go!
When we get back to Miami, we're gonna keep our heads down.
I'm going after Card, and I'll need help.
Do I have a choice?
You saved my life back there.
You bought yourself a choice.
Well, I got nothing better to do.
Just flushed my career.
Careers are overrated.
Right.
It's not like I was saving the world.
You know, going after Card won't be easy.
He sees around corners.
He knows you.
He knows me.
That's what I'm counting on.
He'd never suspect that I'm working with the man who killed my brother.
If I could take that shot back ...
You can't.
Just Just help me get the man who gave you that order.
Any bright ideas on how to dispose of a drug smuggler's plane?
Well, we owe my buddy Dixon.
Maybe he could sell it on eBay.
You tell her about Gray?
I didn't want to upset her.
Who does she think he is?
A CIA operative, a pilot.
She doesn't even know what Gray looks like.
Michael, you have to tell her.
Fi, what?
Tell her that I'm working with the man who killed her son?
Yes.
I don't like it, either.
I need Gray to check in with Card.
Every hour counts.
He's already been missing too long.
You made it back.
Barely.
Thank you, Mom.
Did you find the man you were looking for?
Not yet, but soon.
In the spy world, few moves can be as game-changing as turning your target's trusted asset into your trusted asset.
If it works, you have the ultimate prize ...
a double agent.
If it doesn't work, people end up dead.
You know, Card is usually on time.
I told you, he's too paranoid.
That's why we need to convince him he's won ...
so he'll stop looking for us.
So everything is resting on Gray selling the story?
I guess it's a moot point if Card doesn't show up.
Maybe we won't have to worry about that.
Hey, you're an hour late.
You're two days late.
I was worried about you there, buddy boy.
Well,
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.
But the second we hit stateside, you get 10 grand cash.
10 grand ...
4 people and a prisoner?
Whatever, pal.
Dos cervezas, por favor.
The cash we got off of Gray won't get us on a bus, much less a plane.
No one's biting.
I might have a little nibble.
Rico there...
...flies for his cousin's cargo company.
Sounds all sorts of shady.
They have a flight to Houston tomorrow.
He offered me a ride for free.
He likes me.
Rico know you got friends?
I was gonna share that little detail with him once I'm on the plane.
With a gun to his back.
So, that's our ride.
Not exactly first-class travel, but it's better than nothing.
11 armed guards.
Make it a baker's dozen ...
two more just came out of the hangar.
What are they guarding?
Doesn't matter.
We don't have any other options out of Panama, and we need to leave fast.
And you're sure the pilot can escort you past security.
Trust me.
You hide over there.
Once the plane goes through the gate and hits the taxiway, I'll get Rico to open the doors, and you run out and you hop on.
Okay, and when the guys with guns see us?
You run faster.
Run faster.
People often think the easiest way past armed guards is with high-tech equipment or serious firepower, but usually it's through someone who already has access.
The key is picking an escort who really likes you, and it helps if they're fast on their feet.
Who's she?
She's my guest.
She's flying up to Houston with me.
I didn't hear anything about this.
The boss know?
Of course my cousin knows.
He's the one who approved her.
Why don't you call him?
But I'm warning you, I just talked to him.
And he's not in a good mood.
All right, Rico.
Enjoy the flight.
Thank you.
So, I get to ride up front with you?
That's right, baby.
You're flying V.I.P.
I have never been in a cockpit before.
You know what all these buttons and switches and knobs are?
I'm a pilot.
That's what we do.
Next stop, Houston.
What are you doing?
I have a little surprise.
I like surprises.
Oh, good.
You're gonna really enjoy the rest of the day.
Open the back doors now.
Okay, shady flight 101 now boarding.
All hijackers proceed to the gate.
Okay, Mike, that's our cue.
Time to boogie.
Move.
Ivamos!
Ivámonos!
Irápido!
Tell the pilot to head to Miami though the Río Duque Valley.
Stay below 4,000 feet.
Fire in the hole!
Back up, back up!
What the hell are you doing?
Mike!
Stop the plane!
I can't.
It's too late.
I'm out of runway.
We have to take off.
Imanos, arriba!
Iarriba!
Looks like we missed our flight.
We are not going there without the men we left on the runway.
Trust me, your friends are probably already dead.
Put the plane down now!
I walked you onto this plane.
I helped you rip off my cousin.
He will not be happy.
Rico, I want you to understand something.
Either you land this plane, or I land this plane.
And I don't know how to fly a plane.
Efficient cocaine-smuggling operations can process, package, and distribute their product without losing track of a single gram.
They rely on highly trained guards, controlled access points, and workers stripped down so they can't steal their product.
Isalganse ya!
Iputas!
Conveniently, the same rooms that keep drugs safe are also great for stashing prisoners.
So, this is better than flying to America?
Yeah, well, I'd rather deal with businessmen than some vigilante who's out for revenge.
Look, Gray, I know we're not each other's biggest fans, but we got a serious problem here. "
We"?
No, there's no we.
There's me and the guy who was seconds away from executing me in that warehouse.
What, you think you can do this alone?
Gray, the only card we have to play here is that my friends have the plane.
They're the geniuses who just accidentally ripped off a coke dealer.
I think maybe I'll just take my chances with these guys, thanks.
You have no idea what you're doing.
My cousin will skin you guys alive, and then he'll do the same thing to me.
I thought you said you were family.
I am, and it means nothing.
He stabbed my grandpa.
He chopped off my second cousin's ...
Such a buzz kill.
One of the biggest problems for any drug smuggler is the drug-detection dog.
Their noses can be up to 10,000 times more sensitive than a human's, which makes it necessary to mask the smell with something else.
In Colombia, that means coffee.
In Panama, it's often the catch of the day.
Fish?
Yeah, fish.
With a little extra seasoning.
So, that's about a kilo per fish, 50 fish per crate, 8 crates.
What's that work out to?
Well, my currency conversion's a little rusty, but I'll tell you, that's more than enough cocaine to get Mike back.
We need to hook the plane's radio back up, huh?
No way.
We're not risking them finding our position.
Okay, then we need to find a phone, call señor kingpin.
On the way down here, I saw a road.
It was about a half a mile south of here.
Okay, you two hitch a ride into the nearest town.
I'll stay here with the plane and Mr.
sunshine in there.
F.A.A.
security makes it nearly impossible to break into the air-traffic-control system remotely, but hackers have a saying ... "
physical access is total access."
The best way to erase computerized records on an incoming flight is to put yourself in the same room as the computer.
Okay, you're gonna wait outside while I go in here.
It's the annex.
It's got all the overrides for disasters.
I go in there, I work my magic, I come out ...
two minutes, tops.
Why are you strolling up like you're going to the Winn-Dixie?
Isn't there a security guard?
Yeah, Albert.
It's a friend of my dad's.
Well, but not today, though.
Come on.
What do you mean, "not today"?
That's not Albert.
If Albert's not here, I can't get in.
He's not th...
you didn't think to call first?
Call?
This is incredibly illegal.
Now come on.
No, we're not leaving.
This has to happen today.
You're not listening to me, crazy woman.
I can't get in the computer room.
Okay, um...
just tell me everything you know about your father's friend Albert.
Where the hell is Albert?
Albert?
He's not working today.
Don't give me that.
I know he's here.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
He took a vacation day.
Well, not according to my friend Patty at the salon.
She talked to Lucy Peterson, and she's been telling everybody all over town that she spends her lunch breaks here.
Lady, you got the wrong idea.
He's boating.
Oh, yeah, he's boating ...
up Lucy Peterson.
Is that where he is?
That their little love nest?
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, I'm the only one in the building, okay?
This is a computer room.
How much does this bastard pay you to cover for him?
Albert!
I know you're in there.
Ma'am, ma'am, look.
Albert!
Ma'am!
I'll show you, okay?
Excuse me.
Hi, Alb...
See?
No Albert.
Because he's on a boat, just like I told you.
Now you have to leave.
Down there.
That's where they are.
Ma'am, ma'am.
There's no one down there.
That's storage, okay?
Well, I'm not buying it.
Ma'am, please.
Albert!
Ma'am, please.
I will show you every room, but then you have to leave, okay?
So?
Michael and friends are all set.
But, wow, Albert's gonna wish he never went boating.
Just want my son back in one piece.
They say, "whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."
But when it comes to torture devices, that's pretty much never true.
The picana electrica delivers shocks at only 1/1,000 of an amp.
It's completely non-lethal, but at 15,000 volts, it's so painful, you wish it was.
Oh, great.
Haven't seen one of those since I was in Argentina.
What did you expect?
A back rub?
Just keep your mouth shut and let me handle it.
Sorry to make you wait.
Wasn't expecting any visitors.
Of course, I don't even know your names.
Our names are not important.
What is important ...
Your names are important.
You tried to steal my plane.
Now, let's start all over, okay?
My name is Ramiro Vasquez.
I'm the owner of the Vasquez Cargo company.
But I expect that you already know that.
Now you're gonna tell me who you are, who you work for, and where my plane is headed.
Can we talk about this somewhere ...
I'm Michael Westen.
This is Tyler Gray.
We don't work for anyone.
Our friends will be calling soon.
If you hand us over unharmed, you'll get your plane back.
You think you two are worth more than 400 kilos of cocaine?
I don't think so.
You know, I really didn't want to have to do this.
I did not at all.
But I'm going to have to ask you just one more time.
Where is my plane headed?
Our friends don't want your plane.
They don't want your drugs.
They just want us back safe.
If you just wait ...
You didn't answer my question.
What about you?
You gonna be stubborn like your friend?
Que lástima.
All right, listen, tough guy, I'm gonna ask you.
Where's my plane headed?
I forget.
Aaaaah!
Well, that is a sweet ride, Sam.
Can't believe you wasted most of our cash on that piece of crap.
Quit whining, will you?
It had a full tank of gas.
Yeah, remind me never to go car shopping with you.
Just hope we have enough change.
Somehow I don't think that's gonna matter.
Yeesh.
Bingo.
Right there.
Hola, Chico.
¿hablas inglés?
Sí, un poquito.
Ah, excellent.
What's your name, buddy?
Esteban.
I'm Carlos.
How are you?
This is my friend.
Tibbs.
They call me señor tibbs.
Esteban, that's a nice little phone you got there.
You think we could pay you to make a quick call?
No, my dad said no one can use it but me.
Okay, okay, muchacho, no problem.
Tell you what, how about if I buy that phone off you for $20?
$20?
Wow, that's a lot of money for a phone.
$40.
$40?
What the...
This is all we got.
We're stuck in Panama.
Come on, kid.
Open up your heart.
Goodbye, Carlos, señor Tibbs.
Okay.
Okay.
So we're gonna have to steal a phone from a 9-year-old kid.
He forced our hand.
Esteban!
Hey, Esteban, okay, how about this?
How about this?
$20 and this cool military scope.
Esteban, this is the latest in U.S.
government technology.
So, this awesome scope and $20 we're offering you for your phone.
Okay.
Gracias.
What a good kid.
Gracias.
Hope Rico gave us the right number.
All right, give it to me.
So, you're clever enough to get through my security.
Then you come tumbling out of the plane, belly under, como un par de gallinos.
Now, why is that?
What was that last part?
My Spanish is a little rusty.
Hyenas?
You know what?
Go ahead.
Make a joke.
No, no, no.
I ...
I ...
we had a disagreement.
Sí.
¿quién habla?
Yo soy the guy with your plane.
Oh, thank you for calling.
So, where is it?
Oh, somewhere between Costa Rica and Colombia, but you're not gonna touch it until I get my friends back.
I hope they're in good shape.
Hmm.
They're undamaged so far.
So, listen, here's how it's gonna work.
First you're gonna take some snapshots of my pals.
That can be arranged.
And then you're gonna drop them off at the Marriott in Panama City, smack dab in the middle of the lobby.
When I get a call from them that they are all fine and dandy, you get the GPS coordinates for your plane.
All right, that sounds good.
But listen ...
if I even get a hint that you're playing tricks on me...
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
Stop it right now.
You hurt my friends, that's a $12 million mistake because I will torch your product.
I'm gonna have my men take those photos, and then we can have this little deal happen, okay?
Expect my call.
Seems like your friends want to make a deal.
They still in Panama?
Yeah.
Why?
Whatever deal his friends just offered you, I'll beat it.
Gray, shut it.
You let me walk, I'll get you your coke, your plane, and a chance to kill the team that ripped you off.
Finally something I want to hear.
You can tell me where my product is?
I heard the route he gave the pilot.
It's more than enough to track down your plane.
Okay, this is the deal.
I help you, these cuffs come off.
All right.
Okay, they were flying to Miami, northwest up the Río Duque Valley, steering clear of the radar towers at Las Minas and Colón.
All you got to do is show them that we're alive, act like you're gonna make the exchange, then you will have plenty of time to find your plane.
You're actually believing this son of a bitch.
What did I say to you about interrupting, right?
You had your chance to make a deal.
My men will get you the photos shortly, but I'm gonna need you to return the favor.
I want to make sure that every bit of my cargo is accounted for.
It's all here.
It's getting a little gamey, but it's all here.
I'll need pictures.
Every crate?
Of course.
I get the pictures, we make the trade.
There are too many mountains over here, so they had to land on that side of the valley.
There aren't that many stretches of road or clearings big enough to land a plane.
You should have them within a few hours.
I hope for your sake that I do.
Lock him back up.
Helping a drug dealer, getting four innocent people killed.
What the hell are you doing, Gray?
What am I doing?
I am completing my mission.
I'm eliminating four threats to national security.
National security?
We're just trying to find out who killed my brother.
You were undermining the entire intelligence establishment.
You were using Anson Fullerton to compromise our ...
Why the hell would I work with Anson?
He destroyed my life.
Ah, yes, tell whatever story you want.
I saw your file with my own eyes.
And who gave you the file?
Card?
And what was in that file?
Some white papers?
Some untraceable intelligence reports?
He called in an air strike on you, Gray.
No, man.
That was meant for you, pal.
He didn't even know I was there.
He didn't care you were there.
I know you're Card's guy.
I've been there myself.
I trusted him, too.
I know how hard it is to accept the fact that he played both of us.
Yeah, here's that "us" again.
You understand this ...
we are not on the same side.
Card used me to find Anson.
He used you to kill him.
I didn't see through Card until it was too late.
Do not make the same mistake I made.
That's a nice try, Westen.
I know who you are, and I know what you are.
The only mistake I made was not killing you sooner.
Hiding personal feelings when coming face-to-face with an enemy is one of the biggest challenges for any operative.
The trick is to mask one emotion with another ...
hiding anger with excitement, for example...
or ice-cold hatred with motherly concern.
Madeline.
Thank you so much for coming by.
Won't you ...
won't you please come in?
I realize how hard yesterday must've been for you.
Have a seat, please.
And I ...
I just want you to know I feel your pain.
Thank you.
Why am I here?
Is something wrong?
It's probably nothing.
But there was a glitch in our communications.
Has something happened to Michael?
No.
No.
There's absolutely no reason to believe that.
I actually wanted to know if you'd heard from him.
No.
He said he would be unreachable until he got back.
Right.
I'm gonna go off the record for a second.
I used to leave an emergency phone with my father when I knew that I was gonna be out in the field for a particularly long stretch.
Couldn't have been more against the rules.
But it's family, right?
You and Michael don't have anything like that, do you?
No.
Really?
No.
It's very important that I get in touch with him.
No special arrangement?
When Michael was away years ago, I used to wait for a call, a postcard, anything.
Eventually, I learned to live without the postcard.
That way, I was never disappointed.
Mrs.
Westen, everything is gonna be okay.
Something's wrong.
Vasquez should've called by now.
Not necessarily.
Just be patient.
We're sitting on $12 million of stolen cocaine.
It's kind of hard to be patient.
Okay, here we go.
See?
Just takes a little faith.
Hello?
Señor Carlos?
I think it's the kid ...
the one we bought the phone from.
Hey, Esteban, what's going on?
There are some angry men looking for you.
They say you stole their plane.
Uh, right.
Hey, tell me something ...
do these angry men have guns?
Sí.
Big guns.
Uh, okay.
Well, we got to go.
Thanks for calling, Esteban.
You stay away from those men with the guns, okay?
You were right.
Something's wrong.
They'll be here any minute.
We got to go.
We got to go now.
What?
You can't just back this thing into reverse.
They'll be all over us before we get up in the air.
Okay, then we'll load the car up, make a break for it.
No.
We're not running.
I think our best move is to let Vasquez have his cargo.
Are you out of your mind?
He gets his coke back, Mike's dead for sure.
Not if I'm on the plane.
It'll fly back to the airfield, past the guards, right up to the front door.
If I hide in there with a gun, I can get to Michael in time.
Oh, come on, Fi, that's crazy.
You know it's our best shot.
I'll let you into the compound, and you can back me up.
Fi, you're sure.
Just hold Vasquez off long enough for me to get set up.
Okay, we're on it.
An anti-vehicle mine is only effective if it stops your target, which means knocking out the engine block or a wheel.
If you're short on supplies, a heavy-gauge slug and some smaller metal projectiles should do the trick, as long as you guess correctly where the target will be.
They're coming, Fi.
Vasquez has more men than we have bullets.
This better work.
My thoughts exactly.
That was fun.
I'm out.
Go.
Now.
Go after them.
Go.
But the road ...
there are mines.
Go!
You let them get away.
Jefe, I'm sorry, but you saw ...
Make sure my product's in that plane and get us out of here.
We've got some thieves to catch.
Okay.
Okay, this is bad.
It's been two hours.
Maybe we should just rush the place and see if we can find Mike.
With what, an empty shotgun and Panama's crappiest car?
Come on, Sam.
We got a plan.
Let's stick to it.
Look, how long does it take to get a damn plane in the air?
Well, you broke the cockpit radio, remember?
They probably had to fix it, turn the plane around, take off.
Yeah, or Vasquez decided to drive his coke back.
Or they found out where Fi was hiding.
Or she's on her way.
Bam.
Okay.
After you, Mr.
Axe.
I believe we have a castle to storm.
All right, listen.
I want this entire shipment repacked.
We're flying in an hour, or you guys are digging your own graves, you understand?
Yeah.
Good.
All right, as for you...
Primo, primo, primo, you have to understand.
What was I supposed to do?
All right, listen to me.
I'm not gonna kill you until I check the entire shipment.
But for every gram that's missing, you're gonna lose a finger.
And after 10 fingers, I'm gonna cut off something else.
You understand me?
Understood.
The problem with a trojan-horse strategy is that sneaking yourself across enemy lines is only half the battle.
If you make your move at the wrong moment, your brilliant scheme quickly turns into suicide.
Nobody steals from me and lives.
Ultimately, you just have to wait for a lull in the action, move fast, and keep everyone quiet.
Not a word.
Aww, where's that smile?
You should be happy.
I'm your best chance of getting out of here in one piece.
I'm afraid I got some bad news.
Your friends ran off like dogs when I got to the plane, so this conversation is gonna have too on a little bit longer.
So, the plane is where I said it would be.
We had a deal.
The deal was for the plane, the product, and the thieves!
Where are they?
If I were to guess, halfway to the Costa Rican border, the embassy.
Okay, listen to me.
They got somebody here?
They got a base?
What?
Come on.
Talk.
Tell me.
Come on!
I can't.
I just don't know them that well.
I had just put the team together to steal your plane.
I mean, they were the best I could get.
It was a drunk, an ex-con, and a ...
I think he was a security guard or something.
So these people you just met ...
they hung out here with $12 million worth of coke for you?
Huh?!
What can I say?
I'm that charming.
Rico's in the cockpit.
At this point, he wants out more than we do.
I'll get the plane ready.
You guys go get Mike.
Okay.
I'm gonna find them.
The only question is how much you're gonna suffer before I do.
You understand me?!
Do you?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
You having fun over there?
You want to catch these thieves?
Every minute that you waste on him, they keep getting further away.
Okay, I can find them, but I'm done working on credit.
Give me your cellphone, put me in front of a computer, and take off these damn cuffs.
I'll track them down in an hour.
Back up.
Release him.
Get the hell away from him.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
We had a deal.
Yeah, well, I decided to renegotiate.
Wait, I thought you said I was a murderer...
and a traitor.
The guy who just took 15,000 volts to save his friends is not the guy I read about in that file.
Let's go.
Got any ideas about getting the rest of the way out of here?
Yeah, run like hell before they find Vasquez's body.
I don't speak Spanish!
You know, if we live through this...
...you should think about learning some Spanish.
I'll put it on my to-do list.
All right, forget the Spanish lessons.
I don't see a way out of here.
What the hell is that?
That is our way out.
Okay, here they come.
Let's go.
What's he doing with you?
I'll explain later.
All right, you gonna stay in the plane this time?
Just get me the hell out of Panama.
Come on, Rico, let's go!
When we get back to Miami, we're gonna keep our heads down.
I'm going after Card, and I'll need help.
Do I have a choice?
You saved my life back there.
You bought yourself a choice.
Well, I got nothing better to do.
Just flushed my career.
Careers are overrated.
Right.
It's not like I was saving the world.
You know, going after Card won't be easy.
He sees around corners.
He knows you.
He knows me.
That's what I'm counting on.
He'd never suspect that I'm working with the man who killed my brother.
If I could take that shot back ...
You can't.
Just Just help me get the man who gave you that order.
Any bright ideas on how to dispose of a drug smuggler's plane?
Well, we owe my buddy Dixon.
Maybe he could sell it on eBay.
You tell her about Gray?
I didn't want to upset her.
Who does she think he is?
A CIA operative, a pilot.
She doesn't even know what Gray looks like.
Michael, you have to tell her.
Fi, what?
Tell her that I'm working with the man who killed her son?
Yes.
I don't like it, either.
I need Gray to check in with Card.
Every hour counts.
He's already been missing too long.
You made it back.
Barely.
Thank you, Mom.
Did you find the man you were looking for?
Not yet, but soon.
In the spy world, few moves can be as game-changing as turning your target's trusted asset into your trusted asset.
If it works, you have the ultimate prize ...
a double agent.
If it doesn't work, people end up dead.
You know, Card is usually on time.
I told you, he's too paranoid.
That's why we need to convince him he's won ...
so he'll stop looking for us.
So everything is resting on Gray selling the story?
I guess it's a moot point if Card doesn't show up.
Maybe we won't have to worry about that.
Hey, you're an hour late.
You're two days late.
I was worried about you there, buddy boy.
Well,