Michael Westen: [first lines, voiceover] In prison, there is no such thing as good attention. It's better to be a number than to be known...
Warden Mills: [to the guard escorting Fiona] Take off her restraints.
Michael Westen: [voiceover] -because with anonymity comes safety. So whether you're dealing with a fellow inmate, a guard, or the warden herself... the last thing you want is for your name to be on their mind.
Michael Westen: [voiceover] When you've been marked for death, hiding is a short-term strategy. It might buy you time, but it won't solve your problem. To do that, you need contact. It means exposing yourself to more potential threats, but it also means having the opportunity to find potential allies.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, if it isn't the newest resident of Cellblock 9.
Fiona Glenanne: You're Ayn?
Ayn: That I am.
Fiona Glenanne: I heard you can get things.
Ayn: Wine, cigarettes. Or if you're into something stronger, I can make that happen, too. It's why they call me Ayn - "Anything You Need".
Agent Pearce: Thanks for meeting me.
Jesse Porter: What's going on?
Agent Pearce: I, uh... I honestly don't know where to start.
Michael Westen: Why don't you start from the beginning?
Agent Pearce: I came back from lunch yesterday. There was a message on my phone.
Anson Fullerton: [voicemail recording] Agent Pearce, this is Anson Fullerton. You've been making life awfully hard for me lately. Now, I'm sure Michael has filled your head with lies, but I am not the monster he makes me out to be, and to prove it, I'd like to offer you an olive branch. I had a chance to read your personnel file, and I noticed you spent many years trying to find out what happened to Jay Tunberg. I'd like to help.
[Pearce ends the call and throws her phone onto the table]
Jesse Porter: The hell's he talking about?
Michael Westen: Jay and Pearce were engaged.
Jesse Porter: Oh. I'm sorry.
Agent Pearce: [handing Michael a surveillance photo] This was waiting for me at home. His name is Ahmed Damour. Meet the man who murdered my fiancé.
[Michael has promised he'll help Pearce track down her fiancé's murderer]
Sam Axe: Hate to say it, Mike, but I think your mouth wrote a check that your butt can't cash.
Michael Westen: Sam, if I don't help Pearce, she's gonna ruin her career. Without her in the Agency, I'll never get Fi out of prison.
Sam Axe: Okay, well, wait. Says here the guy's getting ready to take a cruise. Maybe you isolate him on the boat, make him think that he's sick.
Michael Westen: If he doesn't think he's gonna make it...
Sam Axe: He's gonna start talking.
Michael Westen: And the first person he'll call is...
Michael Westen: ...back in Bermuda. It's perfect, Sam.
Sam Axe: So perfect it's not gonna work. We don't have the manpower. You got to have three on the cruise, three on the land side. And if the CIA can't know about this, well, they're not gonna pitch in.
Michael Westen: I can get you a team.
Sam Axe: [jocularly] Ohh! Who? Nate and your mom?
Sam Axe: Oh, wow. You're not kidding, are you? Look, Mike, nothing against the Westen clan, but I'm gonna be real glad when we get Fi out of the clink.
Madeline Westen: This isn't watering someone's plants while they're out of town. You're asking us to fly to another country with a fake ID, dealing with spies at the drop of a hat. I want to know why. Is this about Fi?
Agent Pearce: No, Mrs. Westen. This is about me. Ahmed didn't just steal information. He killed my fiancé. But the CIA doesn't know we're going after him. If you don't feel comfortable coming along, I totally...
Madeline Westen: Honey, please, just stop. I'll do it.