Burn Notice2007

Michael Westen:
[Explosion] [Cell Phone Rings] Hello?

Carla:
Hello, Michael.

Michael Westen:
Sounds like you're having quite a party out there.

Carla:
Indeed we are, and you're the guest of honor. [Michael pointing his gun] No need for that, Michael. The shooting's all over. I hope you're not too disappointed.

Michael Westen:
You can see me? Oh, I wish I could see you. I thought we were gonna meet.

Carla:
We will. First some business.

Michael Westen:
Yeah, sweetie. I thought we were gonna discuss why you burned me.

Carla:
We've had our eye on you for a while, Michael.

Michael Westen:
I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name.

Carla:
No. You didn't. Why don't you call me Carla. Go over to the car. We have something we want you to take care of for us.

Michael Westen:
A job?

Carla:
Don't call it a job. Call it a favor.

Michael Westen:
[Muffled Screaming] I assume it has to do with the guy you've got gift-wrapped and duct-taped.

Carla:
His name is Jimmy. He's someone else we asked for a favor. You see, he decided to skip town instead.

Michael Westen:
Oh. So this is your employee retention program.

Carla:
You could call it that. He needs to go back to Miami and do as he's told. You need to help him.

Michael Westen:
I do? And why's that?

Carla:
We have his wife and daughter. If you don't help, what happens to them? [Sirens Wailing] Oh, and one more thing. Jimmy called 911 when he saw our team. [Sirens Wailing] You probably wanna move along.

Michael Westen:
I do this, and then we meet.

Carla:
I keep my promises.

Michael Westen:
I'll see what I can do. [Michael kicks Jimmy. Jimmy sobs] Don't move.