Burn Notice2007

Michael Westen:
Sorry I'm late. Pearce and I had a... debrief at the Agency.

Fiona Glenanne:
It's fine. How was your mission?

Michael Westen:
It was, uh, rough. I mean, it worked out, but, uh...

Fiona Glenanne:
[finishes for him] You can't talk about it. Whatever. The lead on your bomber.

Michael Westen:
[Michael takes the envelope] How'd the job go?

Fiona Glenanne:
Does it matter? You got what you needed.

Michael Westen:
[leans in, concerned] Fi... what's going on? Did something happen with Armand?

Fiona Glenanne:
Ohh. Now you're full of questions. A lot happened with Armand. Years ago back in Ireland in the bad, old days.

Michael Westen:
Were you and he, uh...

Fiona Glenanne:
Yes, we were, Michael. Until I found out that he had "paid" to meet me by doing a favor for some of my associates. He killed a British customs agent, if you're curious. Quite a romantic gesture, don't you think?

Michael Westen:
I didn't know that, Fiona.

Fiona Glenanne:
No. You didn't. Ignorance is bliss.