Burn Notice (TV Series)

Hard Out (2011)

Gabrielle Anwar: Fiona Glenanne

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• [first lines] 

  Michael Westen : [narrative]  Low-tech explosives may be clumsy and unreliable, but their simplicity makes them almost impossible to trace. Sophisticated bombs, on the other hand, are more effective but require expertise and specialized components, which means the more lethal the bomb, the more you know about the man who wants you dead.

  Michael Westen : [comes in]  Any progress?

  Fiona Glenanne : [examining bomb photos]  All I know for sure is this guy is a master. A detonator wired to a depth finder. I'm a little jealous I didn't think of it myself.

  Michael Westen : [gets a yogurt from the fridge]  Jesse's contact did a chemical analysis of the C-4. It was stolen from a batch in the Soviet Union. In 1988.

  Fiona Glenanne : A dead end. So, what now?

  Michael Westen : Try accessing the U.S. counterterrorist databases, see if I can find something.

  Fiona Glenanne : Michael, you get caught breaking into Homeland Security, this bomb will be the least of your worries.

  Michael Westen : If I don't find out who framed me, I'm gonna spend my golden years in Guantanamo.

  Fiona Glenanne : I could call someone I used to know. He might be able to help.

  Michael Westen : Do I know him?

  Fiona Glenanne : No, but if you need this kind of information, he's the person to call.

• Armand : Fiona, it's so good to see you. I was just finishing up some business in Rio when you called. My pilot flew us here as fast as he could.

  Fiona Glenanne : Did you really have to send a fleet of motorcycles to pick me up?

  Armand : I didn't have to, I *wanted* to.

  Fiona Glenanne : So, can you tell me who built the bomb or not?

  Armand : Of course I can. You know me: always a friend to those in need.

  ['Armand' / '"Friend" to those in need'] 

  Fiona Glenanne : What's your price, Armand?

  Armand : No price. My help is free. All I ask is... one small favor.

  Armand : [opens a folio of pictures]  These are of Riker Munitions. It's a weapons company out in Doral. You see that truck in the yard? On Thursday, it will be loaded with armor-piercing rounds. I was hoping you could get it for me.

  Fiona Glenanne : You mean *steal* it for you.

  Armand : I suppose you could call it that, yes.

  Fiona Glenanne : Well, I count four guards at the front gate alone. Am I supposed to just shoot all of them?

  Armand : I'll leave the details up to you. But if you want me to find out who built your bomb, I'll need you to get me this.

  [taps photo of aforementioned truck] 

  Armand : You can give me your answer, say, tomorrow?

  [Fiona, without comment, takes the folio of pictures and walks away] 

  Armand : I'll wait for your call.

  [without turning around, Fiona waves the folio and continues out the hangar] 

• Sam Axe : Are you nuts? We're talking about robbing a weapons manufacturer! I mean, I expect crazy talk out of her, but you?

  Michael Westen : I don't like it, either, but we've hit a dead end finding out who built this bomb. Time's running out, Sam.

  Sam Axe : Well, can't you do some other favor for the guy, like mow his lawn or wash his plane?

  Fiona Glenanne : That's not how Armand works. If we want his help, we have to do as he asks.

  Sam Axe : That's funny. I heard the Devil works the same way.

• Fiona Glenanne : [about approaching woman in heels]  Michael, who is that?

  Michael Westen : [smiling]  That's Agent Pearce.

  Fiona Glenanne : I think you might have left out a few details when you described her.

  Agent Pearce : You must be Fiona. I read your file.

  Agent Pearce : [shakes hands]  As an employee of the U.S. government, I'm probably not supposed to say this, but... wow.

  Fiona Glenanne : Thanks. Michael told me almost everything about you.

  Agent Pearce : Oh? Well, I hope he was discreet.

  Fiona Glenanne : [chilly]  When it comes to his work, Michael takes discretion to a whole new level.

  Agent Pearce : Oh, that's just how we're trained. It used to bug the hell out of my fiancé.

  Fiona Glenanne : Your fiancé? How does he put up with it now? I could use some tips.

  Michael Westen : Her fiancé is, uh...

  Agent Pearce : [Max]  Dead. Eight years now.

  [Michael notes the official lie] 

  Fiona Glenanne : I-I'm sorry.

  Agent Pearce : That's okay. Michael, we should go. Thanks for letting me borrow him a few days.

  Fiona Glenanne : You're welcome.

  Agent Pearce : I'll take good care of him.

  [Michael chuckles nervously] 

• Michael Westen : [narrative]  To hit a facility directly, you just need a gun and the willingness to use it. Less-bloody approaches require fewer bullets but more planning... and more recruiting.

  Madeline Westen : You want me to do *what?*!

  Sam Axe : All you gotta do is tell them that your car broke down. Ask to use the john, toss the doodad in the trash, and split. Easy peasy, no big deal.

  Madeline Westen : No big deal? You're asking me to plant a bomb, Sam!

  Fiona Glenanne : It's a smoke bomb, timed to go off after everybody leaves. Nobody gets hurt... you know, except us if you say no.

  Madeline Westen : Who's this guy who wants you to rob a-a-a weapons company?

  Madeline Westen : Don't bother. Fi hasn't been too forthcoming about this Armand guy.

  Madeline Westen : You want me to get anywhere near this, you better start talking, honey.

  Fiona Glenanne : [sighs]  Armand got me out of Ireland when nobody else could: passport, visa, cash. But his help wasn't free.

  Madeline Westen : What does that mean: "wasn't free"?

  Fiona Glenanne : Well, my price for my ticket to the U.S. was lookout duty on a job in Belfast. Turns out that job was a kidnapping.

  Madeline Westen : Okay. Who was kidnapped? Jesus.

  Fiona Glenanne : Not an angel... but nobody who'd done any harm to me. I-I didn't know until after.

  Fiona Glenanne : [inhales deeply]  Armand kept his word. He always does.

  Sam Axe : Look, the point is, if we're gonna find out who framed Mike for murder, we got to heist that place, Maddy.

  Fiona Glenanne : And we'd like to do it without killing anyone, so...

  Madeline Westen : So, fine. I'll do it.

• Michael Westen : Sorry I'm late. Pearce and I had a... debrief at the Agency.

  Fiona Glenanne : It's fine. How was your mission?

  Michael Westen : It was, uh, rough. I mean, it worked out, but, uh...

  Fiona Glenanne : [finishes for him]  You can't talk about it. Whatever. The lead on your bomber.

  Michael Westen : [Michael takes the envelope]  How'd the job go?

  Fiona Glenanne : Does it matter? You got what you needed.

  Michael Westen : [leans in, concerned]  Fi... what's going on? Did something happen with Armand?

  Fiona Glenanne : Ohh. Now you're full of questions. A lot happened with Armand. Years ago back in Ireland in the bad, old days.

  Michael Westen : Were you and he, uh...

  Fiona Glenanne : Yes, we were, Michael. Until I found out that he had "paid" to meet me by doing a favor for some of my associates. He killed a British customs agent, if you're curious. Quite a romantic gesture, don't you think?

  Michael Westen : I didn't know that, Fiona.

  Fiona Glenanne : No. You didn't. Ignorance is bliss.

• Armand : You should know, your boyfriend has some nasty enemies. If anything should happen, remember... you and I have a lot in common. I'm just a phone call away.

  Fiona Glenanne : A lot in common? No. I don't trade favors for blood.

  Armand : Why do you say that? Because you spared the guards? You should know something: that truck was supposed to be delivered to a rival of mine. Regrettably, he presold the ammunition to a Mexican cartel. Now he's in some hot water. When I say, "hot water," I mean the poor guy's been dismembered. So maybe we're not so different after all.

  Fiona Glenanne : You bastard.

  Armand : Oh, we know what kind of man *I* am. What I'd really like to know is... what kind of a man sends you for my help?

  [Fiona turns and walks away] 

  Armand : It was good seeing you again! I've missed you, Fiona.

  [Fiona never breaks stride and gives no acknowledgement] 

• [last lines] 

  Madeline Westen : Oh, there they are. Hi!

  [Madeline chuckles] 

  Madeline Westen : Benny, may I introduce my son, Michael?

  Benny : Michael.

  Madeline Westen : And he very special lady, Fiona.

  Benny : My pleasure.

  Benny : [to Madeline about her chair]  Here, let me get that for you.

  Madeline Westen : Oh, thank you.

  Benny : Mm hmm.

  Madeline Westen : Dinner is my treat. Benny actually sat through an entire stretching class with me today, so I owe him.

  Benny : It was a blast - in a "I hope we never have to do it again" kind of way.

  [Benny laughs] 

  Madeline Westen : I knew it. You are so bad!

  Benny : Michael, your mom has told me so much about you.

  Fiona Glenanne : Well, I took the liberty of ordering some wine. May I?

  Benny : Please.

  [both chuckle] 

  Benny : How about a toast from the young lovebirds? What do you say?

  Madeline Westen : [raising her glass]  Yes. Michael, a toast.

  [Fiona holds up her glass and looks at Michael sternly] 

  Michael Westen : To supportive partners.

  Fiona Glenanne : Ohh. Supportive partners.

  Madeline Westen , Benny : Supportive partners.

  [Michael and Fi wait a moment, then drink]