Back in Fi's Saab, she complains about how they're going to locate one getaway boat in Miami. "I still think we should set off the charges, blow a hole in the wall, rush in. Beats waiting out here." Fiddling with a walkie-talkie of his own, Sam says, "Yeah, that's great. Let's get Mike and the hostages killed because you have the attention span of a three-year-old." It's the delivery that makes it work.

In the bank basement, Robber #2 tries to board the elevator with a duffel, and reports that it's busted. Meanwhile, Michael has resumed tending to Prescott's hand and is telling him he's lucky it wasn't worse. "Use the word 'lucky' again and I'm gonna put a bullet in your head," Prescott snarls. Michael distracts him with a splash of booze in the wound, which allows him to slip a wrench from an equipment bag into his first-aid kit. Prescott is starting get a little superstitious, wondering aloud if the bank is cursed. Instead of answering, Michael says he needs to go upstairs to find something to use for tape and a splint, and asks if Prescott needs any meds. "Blow your hand off and find out if you need something for the pain," Prescott bitches.

Out in the car, Fi has taken over the channel-surfing on the walkie-talkie so Sam can call up Beer Lady to smooth things over. "Is your friend okay?" she asks from a lounge chair somewhere. Sam admits, "He's still trapped inside, but it's kind of a quiet time, so I thought I would just call and say hi, so... hi." He's about to arrange a date for later, but when Fi finds the frequency he has to hang up quickly. "Sounds encrypted," he says after a moment of listening to the scrambled transmission. Fi displays some excellent comic timing as she says, "So I was wasting my time while you were buttering up your b.....imbo?" Sam says that at least they know that the marina has to be in walkie-talkie range. Which they knew before, too, but whatever. Just then a uniformed police officer pulls up, which Sam realizes could be very hazardous to the health of the hostages. "One of us needs to distract the cop and the other one needs to track down the getaway boat," Fi smirks at Sam. Sam smirks right back, "And here I forgot to shave my legs." Fi stops smirking.