Burn Notice (TV Series)

Made Man (2010)

Coby Bell: Jesse Porter

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• [club scene] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Grabbing someone who travels with protection is about finding the moments when they're least protected.

  [Tony Caro gets up, signals to his guards, and walks through the club] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Fortunately, even the most paranoid gangster insists on doing some things alone.

  [Tony signals to his men to wait and guard while he goes into the men's room] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Executing a successful close-quarters assault is all about setting the stage. You'll want to dull any reflective surfaces...

  [Washing his hands first, Tony notices the mirrors are fogged] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  ... corral your target into a corner...

  [all but one stall have "OUT OF ORDER" signage] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  ... and hit him when he's most vulnerable.

  [Tony takes a disposable seat cover and puts it on the stool. Sam grabs him from behind] 

  Sam Axe : Easy. Easy, now. Here.

  [Sam injects something into Tony's neck] 

  Tony Caro : [muffled by Sam's hand]  Mm!

  Sam Axe : Night, night.

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  And it never hurts to have a pre-arranged exit strategy.

  [Jesse comes out of the handicapped stall as Sam drags Tony out of theirs] 

  Jesse Porter : You really think you can scare this dude into pullin' somethin' that'll get him busted, huh?

  Sam Axe : Oh, I *know* I can.

  Jesse Porter : Really? 'Cause... you don't look that scary.

  Sam Axe : You haven't seen Chuck Finley in action.

  [carrying Tony between them back through the club] 

  Sam Axe : Sorry. Coming through. Somebody can't handle his liquor.

• Madeline Westen : [looking in refrigerator]  I can't believe I'm out of lemon juice! Will lime juice do?

  Jesse Porter : [straight faced]  I don't know, Madeline. You know, it depends. Are you willing to settle for B+ hummus? I'm not.

  [pause] 

  Jesse Porter : [smiling]  I'm kidding.

  Madeline Westen , Jesse Porter : [laughing] 

  Jesse Porter : It'll be fine. All I got to do is add my secret ingredient...

  Jesse Porter : [whispers]  cumin.

  Madeline Westen : Mm. It's funny. Seems like the only thing I know about you is you like your food extra spicy.

  Jesse Porter : [chuckles] 

  Madeline Westen : What is it you do, again? Michael said, what, government work?

  Jesse Porter : [avoiding]  I used to, yeah.

  Madeline Westen : Mm. Does that have anything to do with why you always leave the house through a different door? Or you never park your car in the same spot on the street?

  Madeline Westen : [chuckles] 

  Jesse Porter : Superstitious, I guess.

  Madeline Westen : Mm-hmm.

  [Michael enters, pause] 

  Jesse Porter : I think he's here to see *me*.

  Madeline Westen : 'Course he is.

  [Madeline walks out] 

  Jesse Porter : Your mom is no joke. Could give most counterintel agents a run for their money.

  Michael Westen : I'm surprised she hasn't broken *you* yet.

  Jesse Porter : Oh, trust me, I can handle it.

• Michael Westen : I need to get ears on them.

  Jesse Porter : Okay, so you're going to bug a bunch of wiseguys. Good luck with that. They'll be looking for it.

  Michael Westen : Trust me, *I* can handle it.

  [back at Michael's place at the workbench] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Ideally, a bug should never be seen by anyone, but when there's a possibility it may be, it's best to make it look like something people won't want to touch. A wad of gum stuck to a balled-up piece of tissue and a sprinkling of whatever's in your lint trap will usually do the trick.

  Sam Axe : [entering]  Okay, that's disgusting.

  Michael Westen : Thanks, Sam.

• Michael Westen : [cover blown, threatened with a slow death starting with a gunshot to the knee]  Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay, I'll talk! No, I'm gonna talk. I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk.

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Holding someone's arms behind their back is a good technique for a bully on the playground, but it leaves you very exposed.

  Michael Westen : I'm gonna talk.

  Michael Westen : [narrative as he does so]  A well placed kick right beneath the knee will cripple your opponent, and a crippled opponent can be a great weapon.

  [Michael spins to deflect the gun, throws the holder into the shooter, punches the shooter with a left hook and right uppercut, and knees the holder on the ground in the head] 

  Jesse Porter : The guy can handle himself. I'll give him that.

  Fiona Glenanne : He has his moments.

• [Tony's plan has Sam and Jesse stealing a truck full of processors alone while he makes the sale. Their plan requires Tony get caught in the act. Sam presses him to do it with them and he's balking] 

  Tony Caro : I'm not doin' it.

  Jesse Porter : Look, Tony, you're on a team with Chuck, he takes care of you.

  Tony Caro : I'm not gonna do it.

  Jesse Porter : He takes care...

  Jesse Porter : [to Sam]  Tell him about the time you, uh, saved your Navy SEAL buddy, in El Salvador.

  [Sam gives Jesse a hard look] 

  Jesse Porter : Come on, tell him, man.

  Sam Axe : [Sam pauses, not liking having to share this, and clears throat]  It was the '80s, uh, I led a fact-finding team into the country. There were five of us, including my buddy, Pete. 'Course, the, uh, death squads were none too happy to see us, so we came under fire, and Pete took one in the spine. He wanted me to dump him, leave him behind. I sent the team ahead, and Pete and I holed up in some church for a couple days, living off of communion wafers. Finally, a couple Blackhawks airlifted us out of there. The point is, no man left behind. That's the promise I make, the promise I keep.

  Tony Caro : [moved, pats Sam on the shoulder]  That's a hell of a story, Chuck.

  Sam Axe : [mouths silently]  Yeah.

  Jesse Porter : So, what do you say? You in?

  Tony Caro : [pauses, still moved]  Yeah, I'm in. Let's do this.

  [cut to Tony put in a cab and being driven off] 

  Sam Axe : What the hell was that?

  Jesse Porter : The story? Michael mentioned it.

  Sam Axe : No, it's not just a story. This is *me*! It's my *real life*! I don't pimp my past to bad guys, you understand?

  Jesse Porter : [as Sam walks off angry]  It worked, didn't it?

  [Blur-wipe to the house, Jesse looks over some paperwork] 

  Jesse Porter : Bingo. Bingo.

  Jesse Porter : [dials Michael with cellphone]  Hey, Michael, it's Jesse. I need to talk to you, man.

  Michael Westen : Yeah, I heard what happened with Sam. Word to the wise: stay out of his war stories from now on.

  Jesse Porter : Come on, man, the guy's an ex-Navy SEAL. He's probably told that story a million times.

  Michael Westen : That's not the point, Jesse.

  Jesse Porter : You know, okay. Point taken. Point taken. That's not why I called. Listen, I think I found Cobra's warehouse at the airport.

• Jesse Porter : About a year ago, I'm workin' for the Defense Department. Get wind of some nasty business - bombings, assassinations, kidnappings, you name it - it was global, but it looked like there was a pattern to me.

  Michael Westen : Is that what brought you down to Miami?

  Jesse Porter : Yeah. Yeah, I was looking at weapons supply lines into the hottest spots, found a connection right here at the port. A lot of guns coming off of ships that passed through Algeria.

  Sam Axe : You got a source?

  Jesse Porter : I made contact with a guy shippin' artillery for one of the operations, told him I wanted to move some guns of my own.

  Fiona Glenanne : Did you get a name or a face?

  Jesse Porter : Only spoke on the phone. He had this, uh... this trippy voice. It was like...

  Jesse Porter : [imitating]  ... sort of like a low hiss.

  Jesse Porter : It was weird, so I called him Cobra.

  Sam Axe : Cobra?

  Sam Axe : [laughs]  I'm sorry. That's just a - a crappy code name.

  Jesse Porter : Oh. Well, maybe you can make up the code names when it's *your* investigation. How about that? So, I was supposed to meet up with him a couple weeks ago. He didn't show up. Now, I don't know if he got cold feet or what, but if we can find him, we can crack this thing wide open.

  Michael Westen : Looks like we're gonna spend some time down on the docks.

  Sam Axe : Now, hold on, Mike, this sounds dangerous. Before you sign us up for this mission, I want to ask our friend here a very important question. What kind of snacks do you like?

• Jesse Porter : You're not going to stop, are ya?

  Madeline Westen : What?

  Jesse Porter : You're just gonna keep on pushin' 'til you find out who I am. So you know what? I'm going to save us both some time, all right? I was a counterintelligence agent up until about a month ago, when I was... fired. Uh, somebody used my security access to steal some classified files. Lucky for me, your son was there to help me.

  Madeline Westen : [rhetorical, but not delivered that way]  Was he?

  Jesse Porter : Oh yeah. Yeah, he saved my life. You raised a good man. You should know that. I'll see you later, all right?

  [Jesse leaves, Madeline intuiting what really happened]