Burn Notice (TV Series)
Square One (2011)
Gabrielle Anwar: Fiona Glenanne
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Quotes
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Jesse Porter : Hey. Got here as soon as I could.
Michael Westen : How'd it go?
Jesse Porter : Okay. Put together some credit card receipts putting everyone in Key West yesterday on a little vacation.
Fiona Glenanne : Key West?
Jesse Porter : Hey, you want an alibi on such short notice, you don't get to be picky.
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Michael Westen : Yoiu end up finding Brandon. What next?
Ethan : After what he did to Heather...
Fiona Glenanne : I think Ethan's already picked flowers for Brandon's funeral.
Michael Westen : You're not thinking this through. She's your sister. It won't take long for the cops to figure out you're the number-one suspect.
Ethan : So, that's it? You're saying you're not gonna help?
Michael Westen : No, if you want *my* help, Brandon goes to jail, not to the morgue.
Ethan : Fine. But I'm coming along every step of the way. When we catch him, I want to be there. At the very least, I owe this guy a broken nose.
["Ethan" / "The client"]
Michael Westen : I can live with that.
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[recap]
["Previously on Burn Notice"]
Fiona Glenanne : Mysterious trips around the world with Max. I mean, he's what, your keeper or whatever?
Michael Westen : He's my Agency contact.
["Max" / "Michael's Agency contact"]
Max : You've been putting up some W's recently. The right people are starting to take notice.
Max : Michael Westen, soon-to-be reinstated agent of the CIA. How does that sound?
Michael Westen : That sounds great, Max. Thanks for everything.
[Michael turns a corner to find Max, face down on his office floor]
Michael Westen : Max!
[Max exhales sharply as Michael turns him over]
Michael Westen : You stay with me. Stay with me, Max. Max.
[Max dies. Michael searches for the killer. Two gunshot blanks are fired. Michael fires two bullets back, but misses. The killer escapes via an elevator shaft]
Michael Westen : Fi, someone shot Max, the police are on the way, and I think I'm holding the murder weapon. I covered my tracks...
[Michael pulls the key-card log drive, rappels down the building]
Michael Westen : ...so I covered the tracks of the killer.
Fiona Glenanne : Michael, we have to do something about that gun.
Sam Axe : And we need to get an alibi for you, like, right now.
Michael Westen : [puts on sunglasses] Let's go to work.
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Brad Ramsey : This seems too good to be true. Then your guys start asking details about my business. I mean, how do I know you're not cops?
Sam Axe , Fiona Glenanne , Jesse Porter : [amused laughter]
Michael Westen : Fair question. Deserves an honest answer.
[Michael hands his sunglasses to Fi, his drink to Sam and takes the bottle, and takes a pocket handkerchief from Ethan]
Michael Westen : Cops write tickets.
[Michael pours the alcohol on the handkerchief]
Michael Westen : Cops eat doughnuts.
[Michael stuffs one end of the handkerchief into the neck of the bottle]
Michael Westen : They don't do this.
[Michael lights the end of the handkerchief and tosses the Molotov cocktail into a car. The glass smashes and the car's interior is engulfed in flames]
Brad Ramsey : Son of a bitch.
[Brad Ramsey throws a punch at Michael, but Michael catches his arm, pulls it behind Ramsey's back, and hooks the other one as well, restraining him]
Michael Westen : Careful. I learned jujitsu on the sands of Okinawa.
Brad Ramsey : That's - that's my car!
Michael Westen : No, that's not your car.
Michael Westen : [turns him around to a sporty sliver Porsche Carrera 4 convertible] *That's* your car. I call it the thinking car. Take your time. Have a ball.
[Michael shoves Ramsey towards the car. He walks over, opens the door, starts the engine and drives off]
Fiona Glenanne : "Thinking car"?
Michael Westen : Felt right at the time.
Jesse Porter : It fel- I don't give a damn how it felt; I better see my car again, Mike.
Sam Axe : [claps Jesse's shoulder] I know the feeling, buddy.
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Michael Westen : [narrative] Protecting a target from a bullet sometimes means taking a few shots at them yourself. A near miss puts the target on their guard and keeps the real gunman at bay.
Jesse Porter : Fi. Fi, not my car!
Fiona Glenanne : Relax. I'll just put one through the windshield.
Jesse Porter : Fi...
Michael Westen : [narrative] But you can never predict how someone's going to react to a bullet whizzing by their head.
[Fi fires, Ramsey ducks]
Brad Ramsey : [exclaiming] What the hell?
[Ramsey backs up, turns, then drives out the lot over the curb. Jesse flinches as the rear bumper detaches and is dragged behind as Ramsey races off]
Jesse Porter : Just the windshield, Fi?