Burn Notice2007

[after Fiona's been kidnapped and Michael realizes Strickler's behind it, Michael walks into Strickler's home]

Michael Westen:
[Strickler's on the phone, but Michael yells anyway] Where's Fiona?

[Strickler holds up his hand like he'll be with Michael in a minute, so Michael pushes over Strickler's glass display cases]

Michael Westen:
[screams] YOU TELL ME WHERE FIONA IS NOW!

Tom Strickler:
[to whomever he's on the phone with] I'll call you back.

Tom Strickler:
[ends call, then, to Michael] Now how would I know that?

Michael Westen:
Thomas O'Neill stopped one of his men from executing me! It sounded like he made a deal with someone to keep me alive: I thought of you!

Tom Strickler:
Bravo. Put that all together yourself, did 'ya? No point in denying it; you would've figured it out eventually.

Michael Westen:
You sent Fiona to her death.

Tom Strickler:
I sent her home, like she wanted. What happens to her after she gets there? Well... she's a big girl.

Michael Westen:
Strickler, you have no i...

Tom Strickler:
Hey! I did this the cleanest way possible! Sure, the brother got clipped, but you were spared. I'm your goddamn white knight, Michael.

Michael Westen:
[going towards Strickler] You tell me where...

Tom Strickler:
[draws his gun and points it at Michael] Hey! Hey! Get back! Get the hell back, right now!

Tom Strickler:
[as Michael backs up] I'm getting a little sick of your ingratitude. I'm the one trying to help you out! You wanted back in? Well guess what: a gun-dealing, bomb-making girlfriend wasn't helping your case. She had to go! And it was clear you were too attached to do what needed to be done so, like a good partner, I did it for you.

[Strickler pulls the keys from a door]

Michael Westen:
What the hell are you doing?

Tom Strickler:
[hits a button on his phone] You're staying put for the next hour. By then, the cargo company I hired will have Miss Glenanne and her fan club in international waters, heroic rescue attempts will be impossible, and you can *move on* knowing there wasn't a damn thing you could do. *I'll* be the bad guy. You're welcome.

Michael Westen:
Tell me where she is.

[Strickler shakes his head no]

Michael Westen:
Get outta my way.

Tom Strickler:
[yelling] You don't get to have the girl *and* the job! She doesn't fit into your future - *our* future - so why don't you do yourself a favor and just forget the past!

[a beat passes]

Michael Westen:
Fiona is not my past.

[Michael pulls out his gun and kills Strickler with two quick shots, first below his ribs, second to his heart]