Burn Notice (TV Series)

Square One (2011)

Bruce Campbell: Sam Axe

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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.

• [finishing a funny story] 

  Sam Axe : So I said, "Shoot the dog."

  Jesse Porter : So I did.

  [laughing] 

• 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.

• Sam Axe : Mike... what happened to the bench, the one with the work toys?

  Michael Westen : Fiona thought that... she didn't want to mix work with... It's in the back now.