Burn Notice2007
Sam Axe:
Hey, come on back. I've got a surprise for ya.
[Michael follows Sam out of the house. Michael's face is the edge of a beautifully executed cross-wipe transition from the kitchen to the garage]
Sam Axe:
Okay, Mikey, three guesses what it is.
Michael Westen:
Is it- is it my car?
Sam Axe:
Ah. Give the man a prize. Now, the, uh, roof looks kind of like a tin can mauled by a grizzly bear, but the power train and the engine are still ticking, so I think it's salvageable.
Michael Westen:
Sam...
Jesse Porter:
[walks in] Mikey.
Michael Westen:
Jesse?
Jesse Porter:
Nothing says "Welcome home" like 4,000 pounds of mangled steel, right? I wanted to take the tarp off. Sam wanted to let you do it yourself. You know, more of a dramatic unveiling.
Michael Westen:
What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in CIFA in D.C.?
Jesse Porter:
[to Sam] I thought you told him. You didn't tell him? I thought you told him.
Sam Axe:
I didn't have time! I just saw him!
Michael Westen:
I was, but now I'm, um... now I'm not. I quit.
Michael Westen:
[incredulous] You quit?
Jesse Porter:
I quit. You know what it is? After everything I went through with you guys, helpin' all those people, I just- I can't do the government thing anymore, man. It's too much red tape. I just- it's harder than you think, going back. You'll see.
Sam Axe:
He's got a fancy job with a private security firm down here. Big money.
Jesse Porter:
Well, the money's all right. It's not bad. Actually helped me get this bad boy out of impound, so...
Michael Westen:
Uh... thanks.
Jesse Porter:
[pause] Sam said the car had some sentimental value, said it belonged to your dad.
[Mike and Sam exchange looks of "You shared that?" and "What?"]
Jesse Porter:
Um, please tell me that you *want* the car, 'cause it was actually a huge pain in my ass to get it here.
Michael Westen:
This... is great.
Jesse Porter:
Things are heating up at work, so don't expect any more favors. Enjoy this one.
Sam Axe:
Well, aren't you gonna unwrap it?
[Mike's cellphone rings]
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