Burn Notice, Season 4

Michael:
Don't make a move unless things go bad.

Sam:
And if things go bad?

Michael:
Well, it was nice seeing you guys again.

Michael:
Guys, guys! I have a loaded machine pistol in my hand and I have no idea what I'm doing!

Sam:
Bottom line? This whole business needs a little Michael Westen.

Madeline:
Hello there, Michael.

Michael:
Hey, Ma.

Madeline:
To what do I owe the pleasure?

Michael:
Well, I thought we should talk. I know that, uh, it wasn't easy while I was away.

Madeline:
Having you gone is something I've gotten used to. You know what was hard? Having an FBI agent in my house telling me that you're a monster. I still don't know what's going on.

Michael:
I was chasing a man named Simon. He started off, years ago, as someone who did what I did. Something happened, he changed and he hurt people and a lot of things he did got blamed on me.

Madeline:
Now, how is that possible, Michael? If you weren't there?

Michael:
I spent my entire career officially being nowhere. So it's not hard to pin things on someone whose job is to never have an alibi.

Madeline:
Well, there other things that he said, you blew up a bridge? You shot at police? You didn't do that?

Michael:
Yeah, I did. I had to get Simon. He was going to hurt more people if I didn't stop him. So, I broke the law. I worked with bad people. I did it because I had to.

Madeline:
That's it? It's as simple as that?

Michael:
[starting to tear up] I don't know... [pause] He laughed... When I caught Simon, he laughed. He said it was just a matter of time before I was just like him.

Madeline:
[hugging Michael] He's wrong, honey. That isn't the son I raised.

Lee:
So when we find Jesse we're suppose to just, what, share him?

Michael:
[as cover ID Mr Turner] That's what we learned in kindergarten.

Michael:
[voice-over] First contact with the police is critical: it can mean the difference between the start of negotiations or the start of an armed assault.

Michael:
[answers the phone] Fi.

Fiona:
Lucky you, Michael. You're sitting on the money. Nick has a floor safe under the carpet in the conference room. Just crack open that puppy and come on out with your hands up.

Michael:
It won't be that easy, Fi. Sam and I are on the hook as accomplices now.

Fiona:
Seriously, Michael? You have to stop doing favors for Sam. Have you requested a getaway vehicle?

Michael:
It's on the way.

Fiona:
Well, you're going to need a diversion, and judging from the police turnout it's going to have to be a big one.

Michael:
Fi, if there ever was a time to pull out all the stops, this is it.

Fiona:
Michael, I never thought I'd hear you say those words. [hangs up and opens her trunk, speaking to the con-artist tied up in it] Move over. You're lying on my C4.

Michael:
Good news. I think Kendra just found us. Grey sedan right behind you.

Fiona:
Do you think she's been sitting on this place?

Michael:
She probably figured we'd have to bring the tape drive at some point. Which we did! Still think this is a dead end?

Fiona:
It is if she kills us.

Kendra:
Why are you after me?

Michael:
And here I was think it was the other way around. Why don't you come back down so we can have a nice little chat?

Kendra:
A little chat with a guy who tried to grab me in an alley?

Michael:
A couple of days ago you tried to kill me.

Kendra:
Touché.

Michael:
He seemed to really like us.

Jesse:
Hey, the guy is standing up for his community. It's pretty inspiring.

Michael:
There's a fine line between inspiring and suicidal.

Fiona:
I say hit these dealers hard. Send them a message.

Michael:
Guys, we don't even know who we're dealing with. Let's figure out who these guys are working with and --

Fiona:
Fine. Just promise there will be some hitting involved at some point.

Fiona:
I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.

Michael:
She threatened to kill me.

Fiona:
I can do that.

Jesse:
[loading a van] Another bag? What, is this every explosive you own?

Fiona:
Ha! You don't know me very well.

Michael:
[voice-over] Interrogating a hostile witness is like proposing marriage. You want to get it right the first try. So you don't settle until you find the perfect spot. You take special care to set the right ambiance and set the mood. And then you wait for the best moment to pop the question.

Michael:
Fi, I've got an antenna on the roof.

Fiona:
Well, look what I got: a security camera.

Michael:
Okay. Let's slowly and casually move away.

Fiona:
He might not have seen our approach from the -- [gets knocked down by an exploding building]

Michael:
I think he saw us. I'm going to call 911.

Fiona:
How very civic minded of you, Michael.

Jesse:
[dragging a trunk with a captive in it] Even a day at the beach isn't a day at the beach with you people.

Fiona:
[after Jesse hits Russian spy with pistol] This was my idea! I should have gotten to hit him!

Fiona:
[slaps Michael] You know what I did tonight? I destroyed evidence that would have led Jesse to finding out you burned him.

Michael:
Thank you. [stops Fiona from slapping him again] Fi. Fi! What we're doing is worth it. This is bigger than one person's career. There's so many people out there --

Fiona:
I can't stand lying to Jesse. I can't stand watching you keep this secret like it's nothing! I can't stand what you're turning into.

Michael:
Which is what?

Fiona:
Someone who only cares about the idea of people. He doesn't give a damn about the ones who have his back every single day.

Michael:
You know me better than that.

Fiona:
I used to think so.

Sam:
Where there's smoke, there's Fi.

Fiona:
Sometimes you have to be your own white knight.

Jesse:
Just goes to show. Payback is a...

[Fiona enters, very disheveled]

Michael:
Fiona...

Fiona:
You should see the other guy.

Madeline:
Jesse, this might be one of those things. Fiona and Michael love each other and they hate each other, but it's always each other.

Fiona:
[to Vaughn] You see, Michael wants to believe that you're different, but I know nothing's changed. It's the same old tune you bastards have been playing since day one: "Do what we want or die." You just sing it a little differently.

Vaughn:
You know how willing Michael is to let the wrong voices get in his head. You don't want to see Michael become that kind of monster.

Fiona:
He would never let that happen. I would never let that happen.

Vaughn:
It's happening already, darling. Michael is an addict. He can't resist this life, even though he knows how it's gonna end.

Vaughn:
Did I do something to make you upset with me?

Fiona:
Well, you ruined Michael's life and his career, came after his family, damn near got him killed too many times to count, so forgive me if looking at you makes me lose my appetite.

Michael:
[voice-over] In the jungle, the first warning that a predator is approaching is silence. When violence is imminent, animals instinctively know that keeping quiet and still is their best shot at survival. Prison's a lot like the jungle. Silence is not a good sign. Averted eyes, stockpiled food, and guys wearing heavy coats on a warm day also indicate trouble's on the way.

Fiona:
[referring to Michael's prison uniform] That's not a great color on you.

Michael:
Great to see you too, Fi.

Michael:
[voice-over] Every environment has its rules and customs, and your survival often depends on knowing them. In Russia, you never refuse vodka, in Pakistan, you always clear your dinner plate, and in prison, you're careful about making eye contact. Too little eye contact, and you become a victim. Too much eye contact, and you become a threat. Either way, you're never more than a couple of blinks away from getting a shiv in your back.

Fiona:
So, you and Jesse are poking Barrett with a stick. Why does the phrase sitting ducks come to mind?

Michael:
Jesse and I are pretty well-armed ducks.

Fiona:
[smiles] I hope so.

Michael:
[voice-over] Spies spend plenty of time with sociopaths and criminals, but sometimes it's even more dangerous to hang out with their victims. Letting your emotions get the best of you can threaten the entire operation.

Fiona:
You smoked an entire pack in an hour. You have any idea how bad that is for you?

Madeline:
It's probably better for my health than waiting around for some burned spy with a grudge.

Michael:
[voice-over] One simple but effective trick for identifying a tail is known in the spy trade as running errands. You drive to different locations and stop, going about ordinary business in areas with open parking lots while your team follows, keeping track of the cars at each stop. It doesn't matter how good your tail is. At a certain point, they're going to pop up more than once.

Jesse:
I don't know what you just volunteered me for. I'm not getting mixed up in anything Michael's got going on.

Fiona:
Jesse, we lied about what we did to you. We didn't lie about who we are.

Michael:
I just want to find evidence Dennis set the bomb yesterday and turn this mess over to the police.

Sam:
I never thought I would hear those words from you.

Michael:
I never had to walk around with hole in my clavicle before.

Vaughn:
One minute. Then you never have to see me again, ever, if you don't want to.

Fiona:
Next time you show up unannounced, nobody will ever see you again.

Fiona:
[referring to Natalie] I still hate that we're going on this heist with her.

Michael:
Fi, we can't always pick our teammates in the field.

Fiona:
I am not a spy. I can't pretend someone doesn't make my skin crawl.

Michael:
[voice-over] National intelligence agencies and local law enforcement work together more often than you might think. Most metropolitan police stations have an office called a fusion center where classified intel is collected in one place. It's a great resource if you need information fast. Unfortunately, it does involve breaking into a police station.

Michael:
I thought you hated the idea of me working for the government again.

Fiona:
Oh, I do. But I want you to have a choice.

Michael:
You want me to have the choice, but you want me to choose to turn it down? Either way, don't we end up at the same place?

Fiona:
Michael, I hope you're never in a situation where your survival depends on your ability to understand relationships. You'll be dead in seconds.

Michael:
[voice-over] A career in law enforcement tends to make for a cynical outlook on life. Where spies spend their careers telling lies, cops spend their careers listening to them.

Michael:
[referring to Vaughn] His organization has never faced this kind of exposure before. I imagine he'll marshal all of his forces and send them this way.

Sam:
So, the gates of hell will open...

Jesse:
The apocalypse will be upon us...

Fiona:
And everyone we know and love will be in danger of becoming very dead.

Madeline:
So what else is new?

Michael:
Everything okay, Fi?

Fiona:
We used to talk about where we were going, what we wanted our lives to be. And now the only time we talk about our future is when someone's coming to end it.

Jesse:
Listen to me: if you go back out there, you know what's going to happen.

Fiona:
Yeah, I'm going.

Jesse:
What happened to all that wisdom about you and Mike having different priorities?

Fiona:
Well, screw wisdom! I belong out there with him, for better or worse.

Jesse:
It's probably going to be for worse.

Fiona:
Well, I knew that the moment I met him. Goodbye, Jesse.

Fiona:
I want to know what this means in the end. Who wins? 'Cause honestly, I feel, however this turns out, I lose.

Michael:
Maybe this isn't your fight, Fi. Just because it's my path doesn't mean it's yours.

Michael:
(preparing for his last stand) And for what it's worth, Agent Porter, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I never said it, but I am truly sorry.

Jesse:
(embarrassed) Come on, man, just... I signed up to fight the bad guys, right? That's all you were ever doing. So we're in this together. You good with that?

Michael:
Yeah, I'm good with that.

[Sam confesses to Michael that he's found out his new girlfriend is an Admiral's wife.]

Sam:
So, look, what do you think I should do here?

Michael:
Go to Maitland and explain. Tell him you didn't know who she was until things had already gotten out of hand. In fact, call him right now.

Sam:
Mike, that's not what I- look, I was more looking for that super-spy advice on how to keep this quiet.

Michael:
You remember that thing in Kiev with Misha? When he sold out the wetwork team on their way to Paris?

Sam:
Hell, yeah. What about it?

Michael:
That's the kind of secret that stays secret, because if it comes out, people get sent to Siberia. This will come out as soon as Maitland looks sideways at his wife.

Sam:
Seriously, Mike, you know, I know you're a smart guy, but you've dated, like, one lady, and she was a frickin' psycho. I'm just saying you may not be the expert on this whole boy-girl thing.

Sam:
I mean, how smart can spies be, right? You're always fighting on the side with no guns.

Michael:
There's certain rewards to fighting on the side with no guns.

Admiral Gregory Maitland:
You were in my house, in bed with my wife! And don't even try to deny it, 'cause I found your belt. This look familiar? I talked to Donna, and she told me everything.

Sam:
(still slightly drunk) Admiral, I was unaware, sir, that she was your significant other.

Maitland:
You were unaware? You're a Navy SEAL! You're trained in battlefield awareness, and you didn't see my name on the mailbox?!

Sam:
Well, sir, I wasn't exactly in that frame of mind, sir. As you can imagine, I was otherwise occupied, sir... I'll stop talking now, sir.

[Maitland assigns Sam to a mission in Colombia.]

Sam Axe:
Well, sir, it's been a while since I was down in South America, I really should brush up on my Spanish.

Admiral Gregory Maitland:
Well, you've got a thirteen hour flight, so... (throws him a mission dossier) Brush up, amigo!

Sam Axe:
Amigo, that's "friend," right, sir?

Maitland:
GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!

Sam:
So between these tanks and the fuel out back, we should have just enough to blow the place.

Ben Delaney/Amanda:
What?!

Amanda:
You're not going to destroy the clinic! Isn't Veracruz coming to do the exact same thing?

Sam:
No, Veracruz wants to destroy the clinic with the people inside. I want to destroy the clinic to create a distraction to save the people. Little bit of a difference.

Sam:
You stay here, you die. You come with me...

Ben Delaney:
...we live?

Sam:
Well, the odds are a little better.

Ben:
Okay, real quick... The warning label says "keep away..."

Sam:
[interrupts] Yeah, that's right. We're building a bomb, okay? So you do the opposite of what the warning label says.

Beatriz:
[holding a little girl by the hand] She ran off and and she won't stop crying! [in Spanish] Shut up! You're going to kill us all...!

Sam:
Hey, sister, easy now. Now I'm not an expert here, but I don't think that's how you get a kid to stop crying. Come on, Nina. (in Spanish) Let's go. Don't listen to bad girl. One time, she gives kiss to a monkey. On his mouth. (the girl starts laughing) It's true. I saw it.

[Sam is teaching the Espada Ardiente tactics. Beatriz is translating.]

Sam:
Okay, I have a plan for attack. It's called the zone blitz. And it's all about disguise. Let me hear you say it, all together: zone blitz!

[after reaching a CIA outpost]

Sam:
So guys, what can we do here? Got any weapons?

Gabriel 'Gabe' Manaro:
We got a couple of 45s?

Matt Bailey:
And like a box of ammo.

Gabe:
Other than that we got a lot of computers?

Matt:
And maps.

Gabe:
DVDs, good movies.

Matt:
We're an observation outpost.

Gabe:
...mostly observing.

Matt:
Yeah, doing communications supporting...

Gabe:
...not wearing "night goggles". Or going on raids.

Matt:
We're not a fortress.

Sam:
Okay, what about all those antennae on the roof? Can you call out?

Gabe:
[upbeat] Yeah, we can do that.

Beatriz:
Those men killed my father!

Sam:
I think it's safe to say if your dad was here, he wouldn't want you catching a bullet. I mean, thinking about it, what would he say?

Beatriz:
I don't know, he's not here!

Sam:
He would say a kid a tough and as smart as you is gonna have a big future. He'd want you to grow up and see it, wouldn't he?

Beatriz:
He would want me to stay.

Sam:
So you'll stay.

Beatriz:
[quickly] No. But thanks anyways. You remind me of my father. [grins] And I didn't listen to him either.

[Sam and the Espada Ardiente ambush the convoy.]

Sam:
Flaming Sword, attack! Zone blitz!

Beatriz:
ZONE BLITZ!