Burn Notice (TV Series)

Out of the Fire (2010)

Bruce Campbell: Sam Axe

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Quotes 

• Sam Axe : Don't take my silence for confusion, Brennen. I was just trying to kill you with my mind.

• Brennen : One hundred twenty-two thousand, six hundred and fifty-four dollars and thirty-seven cents.

  [Michael and Sam share a look] 

  Brennen : That's how much I've spent in the last year keeping tabs on my favorite burned spy.

  ["Brennen" / "Very invested in Michael"] 

  Michael Westen : [with sarcastic annoyance]  Thanks?

  Brennen : No, actually, I should be thanking *you*, because you led me to good old Marv, and without him, I never would have been able to pry the list out of your hands.

  [Sam turns his head, disgusted] 

  Brennen : This, uh, little network of people that burned you is very promising. Talk about high-value targets.

  Sam Axe : Okay, so you're here to, what, take a victory lap?

  Brennen : Little bit, but mostly it's a business trip. I'm here to get spy-guy to slit a few dozen throats. Oh, n-now, don't give me that look. You're going to love this; trust me.

  Michael Westen : You want me to kill the people on the list?

  Brennen : Ding-ding, Michael Westen! You get revenge; I get money; everybody goes home a winner.

  Michael Westen : And if I say no?

  Brennen : You won't, because if you refuse, a very special audio file gets sent to, uh - what is he, your boss? your keeper? - anyway, the man you know as Vaughn.

  Sam Axe : Marv gave you Mike's debrief?

  Brennen : You mean my Michael Westen Summer-Jam Mix Tape? Indeed. Fun stuff. And if, uh, Vaughn ever gets a listen to you outing his little secret society, he's gonna kill, well, you and you and Fiona, this new guy, Jesse, possibly even Mama Westen, Nate. How is Nate? I sent him a Christmas card and never heard back.

• Larry Sizemore : [laughing]  Oh, my! What is *that*?

  Sam Axe : This is rebar, Larry, see, 'cause I'm going to wipe that 5000-Watt smile...

  [Larry pulls out a knife] 

  Sam Axe : off your face!

  Michael Westen : Come on, Sam, what are you...

  [they tussle, Sam pins Michael against the door with the rebar across the throat] 

  Michael Westen : Sam, what the hell are you doing?

  Sam Axe : [quietly]  We got to get to Brennan. Can you get Larry's cellphone number?

  Michael Westen : [quietly]  Yeah.

  [Michael gets unpinned, takes the rebar from Sam and tosses it aside] 

  Larry Sizemore : [laughs]  What the hell do you let this wet rag hang around for? I mean, he's just holding you back.

  Sam Axe : You know what? You two deserve each other.

  Sam Axe : [opens door]  Good luck with your murder spree, Mike.

  [Larry waves "Bye!" with his knife as Sam slams the door shut as he leaves] 

• Michael Westen : [as a red laser dot appears on Larry's head and moves down to his chest]  Oh, you got something on your... I mean, it's - now it's... you - you got something there.

  Larry Sizemore : [Larry's cellphone rings. He answers]  Who is this?

  Sam Axe : [with sniper rifle]  Hello, larry. It's your favorite wet rag, Sam Axe, calling.

  Larry Sizemore : [referencing laser]  Ah, Sam. Sam. Is this you, too?

  Sam Axe : It is. Now put me on speakerphone, jerk.

  Larry Sizemore : I'm sorry. I don't take orders from pathetic, old...

  [Sam fires, taking out a window, the bullet flying between Larry and Michael] 

  Sam Axe : The next one makes you dead... and me smile. And I want to smile, Larry. I really, *really* want to smile.

  [Larry switches to speakerphone] 

  Sam Axe : Okay, so here's what's gonna happen. Mike's gonna walk out of that room right now, and you're gonna sit there like a good little boy and wait for the cops. Otherwise you're gonna join Brennen in the afterlife. Believe that, Larry.

  Michael Westen : I wish I could say it's been fun, Larry.

  Larry Sizemore : No. You move, I shoot you right in the head.

  Michael Westen : Come on, Larry. You and I both know you're not gonna shoot me.

  Larry Sizemore : Try me. You won't reach the door.

  Michael Westen : Yes, I will. I'm gonna walk right out that door.

  [starts walking out] 

  Larry Sizemore : I'll do it, Michael. I'll do it. And you know why? I can't stand watching you *waste* who you are... what you have inside... what *we* could have *been*!

  Michael Westen : [stops, looks back]  You're not gonna do it, Larry. Because if you shoot me, Sam will kill you where you stand. And while I'd give my life for something I believe in, there's not a thing in this world that you'd die for. And you want to know the difference between you and me? I really do know you; you only *think* you know me.

  Larry Sizemore : [cocks gun] 

  [Michael walks out as sirens wail] 

• [last lines] 

  Fiona Glenanne : [turns off drill]  We're in.

  [Fiona unsecures the safe from the drill press. Michael carries it over to the workbench. Each with a crowbar, Sam and Michael pop open the safe door. Fiona gingerly plucks the USB drive from the safe] 

  Sam Axe : All that work for one little thumb drive.

  Fiona Glenanne : Try to hold onto it this time.

  [Michael drops his crowbar and taks the drive] 

  Michael Westen : [checks watch]  We got four hours before Vaughn gets that tape.

  Fiona Glenanne : I wonder how he'll take it when he hears you running down everything you know about him and his underlings to a federal agent.

  Michael Westen : His organization has never faced this kind of exposure before. I imagine he'll marshal alll his forces and send them this way.

  Sam Axe : So, the gates of Hell will open.

  Jesse Porter : The Apocalypse will be upon us.

  Fiona Glenanne : And everyone we know and love will be in danger of becoming very dead.

  Madeline Westen : So what else is new?

  Michael Westen : Everybody should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.