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Michael: Just because you can escape, doesn't mean you should.
Fiona: Patricia, I want you to try something. It's a relaxation exercise I do in situations like this. I want you to close your eyes and breathe deep. Picture a peaceful mountain stream, can you do that? Now picture yourself drowning the kidnapper in the stream. You're taking a rock from the stream and raising it above your head, and with tremendous force you're bringing—
Michael: Fi!
Fiona: Getting shot sounds noble until it actually happens to you. Don't volunteer for it unless it's absolutely necessary.
Michael: [Voiceover] To tail someone, you need both skill and instinct. You need skill because the driving is tough; you can't get too close and you can't drift too far away. You can't go too fast or too slow. You need instinct because every turn, every lane change, every bridge raises the risk of being seen. Anyone can be trained to follow a car, but it takes good instincts to know when it's time to stop following.
Brennen:One more thing. While you're in there, phone a friend, write an email, update your facebook status. I honestly don't care, as long as you remember what really matters here. I don't get what I want, and your brother dies.
Brennan: You're not this good, nobody's this good!
Michael: Yes, I am.
Michael: [Voiceover] When you're being followed by the police, it's important to remember that having cops around is a problem for criminals, but it's an even bigger problem for a detective trying to remain inconspicuous on a stakeout.
Michael: [Voiceover] Finding a way into a criminal organization is about observing social dynamics. You start with a target. You're looking for just the right person to approach. People in the inner circle are usually too tough to go after. Anyone with real power is bound to be cautious. Drivers and bodyguards are easier, but they usually don't have real access. You want someone with enough juice to be hungry for more; someone desperate to make a move. In short, you're looking for a frustrated middle manager.
Michael: [Voiceover] To the educated eye, a prison tat tells a story: where you did time, why you did time, and who you did it with. It's a little like a job resumé for criminals.
Michael: Wow. That's like two days worth of yogurt.
Fiona: Either that's a brilliantly disguised bomb or somebody knows the way to your heart.
Sam: That guy is more afraid of Checik than he is of us. We're going to have to squeeze him harder.
Fiona: If by squeeze you mean choke...
Sam: He can't talk if he can't breathe, Fi.
Fiona: He can whisper. I have good hearing.
Fiona: Well, in my experience, if something seems to good to be true, it's best to shoot it just in case.
Michael: I told the kid I would help. If you want to sit this one out, you can.
Sam: No, no. I get it. Little kid, abusive dad, it kind of hits home, so I'll give you that one. But when the time comes to rescue a bunch of rich women trapped in a brewery, you better step up. So she's in there with Fiona?
Michael: Yeah. The idea was that she'd feel more comfortable talking to a woman.
Sam: I'm not sure if Fi counts, Mike.
Fiona: [after having faked being killed in a shootout] Nice fall, Shakespeare.
Sam: Oh, you should talk. You looked like you got hit by an arrow.
Fiona: What are you talking about? A 9 mil at this range?
Fiona: Michael, I know I said I would go along with you on this job, but I don't want you to work with Strickler. Not now, not ever. I can't help you with this.
Michael: It's a two person job. I need you.
Fiona: I've seen the site. You can handle yourself. I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about you. Working with someone like Strickler, it changes you, little by little.
Michael: He's the only one that can get me back in. What do you want me to do?
Fiona: You do what you have to do. I understand. I just can't stay here in Miami and watch. [walks out of the apartment]
Michael: Fi. Fi! Fiona!
Michael: [Voiceover] There's no greater luxury in the field than working with a friend you rely on. When you find someone you can trust absolutely, you want them on every operation you do, and nothing hurts worse than losing a friend to bullets, politics or something personal. But when you have to work alone again, you lock those feelings away and do the job at hand, because as every spy knows, there's time to think about what you've lost after the mission is over.
Michael: [V.O.] When you work as a covert operative, there's no line between who you are and what you do. You are who you need to be for the operation. It makes you effective, it keeps things simple. But when you spend so much time living with someone else, sometimes the people you care about most begin to wonder who you really are.
Strickler: You don't get to have the job and the girl! She doesn't fit into your future, our future! So why don't you do yourself a favor and forget the past?!
Michael: Fiona is not my past. [shoots him]
Michael: Sam, if anything happens to me—
Sam: Oh, I'm finishing this, brother. I'm getting Fi out of there no matter what. Just don't tell her I said that.
Michael: [V.O.] When you realize that an operation is compromised, that your enemies are on the move, you're on the clock. You have to move as fast as you can to contain the damage and harden your defenses before it's too late. Sometimes you make it in time, and sometimes you don't. When you work in intelligence, the worst feeling in the world is knowing nothing. Being caught in something you don't begin to understand, because it's not the enemy you see that gets you. It's the one you don't.
Fiona: I'm working on a listening device for your meeting with Ryan later. Would you care to join me?
Michael: I would love to.
Fiona: You know, after the other day I never did get the chance to say— well, not that I have any doubt in my mind that I would have saved myself eventually, and I still think that your tactical approach was a little iffy, but you and Sam, you did come back for me. You gave up a lot to come back for me, whether I needed it or not.
Michael: You're welcome, Fi.
[Silence; they nearly kiss]
Fiona: Watch it. You're getting solder on my transmitter.
Fiona: Ooh he called him a 'pendejo', it's like idiot but ruder.
[Sam is undercover as a Miami Police Department CSU tech, at the site of a fashion designer's killing.]
Sam: Looks like murder... [takes out a pair of sunglasses and puts them on] ...is in style this season.
[Later, under the same circumstances]
Sam: Looks like the killer's plan... [takes out the sunglasses again and puts them on] ...is coming apart at the seams.
Fiona: For your sake, Michael, I hoped you were dead. I can put up with a lot, but four calls without so much as a text back?! That just puts me right to the edge!
Gabriel: I think you'll recognize this, it's your file from Interpol. Tell me something, why does a nice Catholic girl with no apparent interest in politics, no history of violence, decide to join the IRA and blow up cars all over Belfast?
Fiona: We didn't have girls soccer?
Simon: I want my life back!
Michael: Fine. It's yours. Take it.
Michael: [V.O.] Work in intelligence long enough, you hang on to phone numbers. No matter who your enemy is there's a chance you'll need them tomorrow. Churchill and Stalin weren't chummy in 1941, but once the Nazis marched on Moscow they got past their differences.
Madeline: I know this: if Michael wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. I know exactly who my son is!
Simon: It's only a matter of time, now, until you're just like me. [laughs] Just like me. Just...like...me.
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