Burn Notice, Season 6

Sam:
There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Is Fi --

Michael:
I was too late, Sam.

Sam:
Look, Mike, you can't blame yourself. I mean, there was nothing you could do. It wasn't like any of us could stop her.

Michael:
And what about you, Sam?

Sam:
What are you talking about?

Michael:
You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Sam:
No -- I don't.

Michael:
You expect me to believe she knocked you out. How is that possible? [grabs Sam forcibly] How is that possible!

Sam:
Mike, come on, man. What do you want me to say? Okay. Yeah, yeah, maybe I could have fought her off. That's right. But did it ever occur to you that maybe she was right? You were losing yourself, Mike! You were selling out everything you ever fought for!

Michael:
I was fighting for her!

Sam:
By burning spies? Mike, you were betraying your friends. You were about to betray your God damned government.

Michael:
What do I do now, Sam? What do I do? I've just been fighting for so long, Sam, and she was all I had left.

Sam:
Now you're just going to have to fight a little more.

Jason Bly:
Your statement is interesting, Ms. Glenanne. Some of it even fits with what we know. Here's the problem: your story is missing a main character.

Fiona:
What are you talking about?

Jason Bly:
Well, we both know you didn't kill Larry Sizemore because you were suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to provide free security for the British consulate. You wouldn't have killed Larry unless you had a good reason. Like, say, protecting your boyfriend Michael Westen.

Fiona:
I'm not with Michael anymore.

Jason Bly:
Really? I'm surprised to hear that. The two of you were quite the couple. Not to mention the fact that I have documented cases of you two working together as recently as --

Fiona:
We have a business relationship. Nothing more.

Jason Bly:
Look, I understand your desire to protect him, but I'm not sure that you understand the situation that you're in here. You're going down for three counts of capital murder. Now that's a ticket to death row, but if you tell me the truth about Michael and it doesn't have to be that way.

Fiona:
Michael had nothing to do with this.

Jason Bly:
[slaps the table] Don't. Don't insult my intelligence. Look, this isn't personal, all right? I worked with Michael and he had his moments. I am just here to get the truth. Why don't you just tell me? What's it going to be? Fiona, trust me, you need a friend here.

Fiona:
I have enough friends. You have my statement.

Fiona:
I want to see the photos again.

Jason Bly:
Why do you want to torture yourself like that?

Fiona:
They were his last moments. Please.

Jason Bly:
Michael lived a dangerous life and it ended tragically, but now you have a chance to live yours.

Fiona:
You said that the fuel tank was punctured?

Jason Bly:
Yes. It ignited and that was it. He never had a chance.

Fiona:
No. No, the sides of the cab would have been blasted off in a pressurized explosion. The doors are still on the hinges. This wasn't an accident. It looks more like a roadblock. You're a liar. Michael's alive.

Jason Bly:
How could you possibly know that from looking at a photo?

Fiona:
I know explosions, I know Michael, and I know that we are done here.

Jason Bly:
I hope that this business relationship that you have with Michael is worth it, because from the way it looks, you're going to die for him.

Pearce:
He's probably waiting to take a shot at us when we go in.

Sam:
Well, that's why God made flashbang grenades.

Fiona:
[voice-over] I don't expect to make many friends here, but then I've never made friends easily anyway. At least I have a little privacy. I'm not in the yard. At meals or on work duty I'm housed in a unit for violent offenders, alone. It reminds me of the first time I lost you in Ireland. I'd see you in my dreams and then I would wake up and you were still gone. The dreams hurt but they were all that kept me going. They did then and they do now. Love, Fi.

Michael:
I need to see Fiona Glenanne.

Tom Card:
This is all about your girlfriend? I heard about that situation.

Michael:
Trust me, she's innocent.

Tom Card:
Look, just do yourself a favor and walk away.

Michael:
Not with this. I can't.

Sam:
Hate to say it, Mike, but I think your mouth wrote a check that your butt can't cash. I mean, you see the section here where the C.I.A. says Ahmed is untouchable? I think that means, you know, no touching.

Michael:
Maybe you missed this page: the C.I.A. doesn't care about Ahmed, they care about the intel. He's got all the files on a hard drive. We find that drive, we turn it over to the C.I.A., they'll wrap him up.

Sam:
Yeah, no I definitely saw that page. Just like I saw this one here: the Agency sent a team into his Bermuda compound back in '08 looking for the hard drive. They didn't find it. What makes you think we can?

Michael:
Sam, if I don't help Pearce she's going to ruin her career. Without her at the Agency I'll never get Fi out of prison.

Sam:
Okay, wait wait. It says here the guy is getting ready to take a cruise. Maybe you isolate him on the boat, make him think that he's sick.

Michael:
If he doesn't think that he's going to make it --

Sam:
He starts talking.

Michael:
And the first person he calls is his son Sharif back in Bermuda. It's perfect, Sam!

Sam:
Well, perfect isn't going to work. We don't have the manpower. You've got to have three on the cruise, three on the land side, and if the C.I.A. can't know about this, well they're not going to pitch in.

Michael:
I can get you a team.

Sam:
[laughs] Who? Nate and your ma? Oh, wow. You're not kidding are you? Look, Mike, nothing against the Westen clan, but I'm going to be real glad when we get Fi out of the clink.

Fiona:
Is there anything you can't get in here?

Ayn:
If the price was right, I could stage a Beatles reunion concert in the main yard.

Fiona:
All I need is a name.

Ayn:
Yes, you do, and a pricey one at that.

Fiona:
I'm all ears.

Ayn:
Tomorrow at 2:15, I need that door locked tight and I need it to stay that way for about two minutes. Do me that favor and I'll help you find out who's trying to kill you.

Fiona:
Doing it without getting caught would be almost impossible. I can't risk going to segregation.

Ayn:
I thought that might be a deal-breaker. No hard feelings, honey.

Fiona:
[writes in one of the books Ayn keeps] I said almost impossible. Get me these supplies and it's a deal.

Ayn:
That's a hell of a shopping list.

Fiona:
It's a hell of a favor.

Ayn:
Magnesium? Overnight?! Honey, I'm good, but I'm not magic.

Fiona:
What about a sparkler?

Ayn:
[laughs] You know, this breaks one of my rules, but I might decide to like you, criminal.

Fiona:
[upon seeing Michael for the first time in weeks through prison glass] Now you see why I never wear orange.

Michael:
[trying to smile, but crying] You look beautiful. I'm going to get you out. I promise you that. We're getting close. The C.I.A. --

Fiona:
I love you too, Michael. We don't have much time. I don't want to talk about that.

Michael:
You know what I was thinking about the other day? That little, dingy bar in Belfast, the Black Sand Pub.

Fiona:
You mean when we met.

Michael:
And I made the mistake of asking, [takes on Irish brogue] "Would you like to dance?" and you pulled a snub-nosed revolver on me.

Fiona:
That I did, and you said?

Michael:
"I assume that means yes."

Fiona:
This is wonderful. I wasn't sure I'd ever see another sunrise. Thank you for not giving up.

Michael:
Consider it payback for the thousand times you've never given up on me.

Fiona:
We should go. Sam will be waiting.

Michael:
Fi, this could get bad. I want you to sit this out.

Fiona:
What?

Michael:
You already went to prison to protect me. This -- this won't be easy.

Fiona:
Okay. And?

Michael:
Have you ever thought you deserve better than this?

Fiona:
Michael, all I wanted was to be by your side. I'm not leaving it again.

Michael:
I've missed you, Fi.

Fiona:
Good.

Madeline:
It was my choice not to leave Frank. And that choice made Michael strong and capable, while it left poor Nate just... How did two brothers turn out so different?

Tom Card:
Imagine that you're holding on to two bottles, and they drop on the floor. What happens? They both break. But it's how they break that's important. Because you see, while one bottle crumples into a pile of glass, the other shatters into a jagged-edged weapon. You see, the exact same environment that forged older brother into a warrior, crushed baby brother. People just don't all break the same, Mrs. Westen. Just don't.

Sam:
Sometimes, when you push people past their limits, they realize they have no business standing so close to the line.