Burn Notice2007

Agent Pearce:
*You* must be Michael Westen. I'm Agent Pearce. Thanks for coming.

Michael Westen:
No place I'd rather be. Max was...

Agent Pearce:
A friend? I know. I'd, uh, offer my condolences, but I'm much better at catching bad guys than shedding tears. We'll find whoever did this.

[ "Pearce" / "CIA bloodhound" ]

Michael Westen:
What can I do?

Agent Pearce:
Let me walk you through the scene. You be the killer. We found two bullets out in the hallway, so if you're the killer, you fire on Max out there, miss, then chase him in here. Blood spatter says Max was... where I'm standing. You bust in, put two shots in his back. He bleeds out here. Now Max is dead. What do you do?

Michael Westen:
Run to the exit.

Agent Pearce:
I think you head for the key log. [key log room] So, you rip the hard drive out of the wall. Now there's no record of your entry. But how do you get out clean?

Michael Westen:
Elevator.

Agent Pearce:
No trace. Try again.

Michael Westen:
[on roof] I hope you're not asking me to jump.

Agent Pearce:
Oh, you're the killer in this little exercise. Is that how you escaped?

Michael Westen:
Not unless I could fly.

Agent Pearce:
[chuckles] We found rope fibers, and I got friction marks right here. The killer rappelled down. Probably had help. How are your climbing skills?

Michael Westen:
Not bad. Why? Am I a suspect?

Agent Pearce:
To be honest, when I heard a burned spy was mixed up with Max, my first instinct was to fit you for a head bag.

Michael Westen:
I appreciate your restraint.

Agent Pearce:
Well, you *did* show up today. And as your new Agency contact, a head bag wouldn't have started us off on the right foot.

Michael Westen:
You're Max's replacement?

Agent Pearce:
We worked on some operations together. I have some investigations experience. I asked for this assignment.

Michael Westen:
Max was one of the good guys. I want to find out who did this just as much as you do.

Agent Pearce:
I'd love to have you on the team. You should know this about me, though: I've got a pit bull at home, and I learned how to run an investigation from her. She sinks her teeth in, [teeth clenched] she doesn't let go. [laughs] Ever.

Michael Westen:
[smiles] She sounds like a nice dog.

Agent Pearce:
She can be. But she is a very, very determined b*tch when she wants something. I need to know I can count on you.

Michael Westen:
I'm your man.