It's Michael's mom Madeline on the other end, calling to bitch about how worried she is, stuck in a hotel in Fort Lauderdale, and demanding to know when she can start making calls on her cell phone again. Besides the one she's making now, that is, because "Hotel calls cost a dollar." Michael unwisely tells her the heat's off, so she can come on home and make all the calls she wants. Which officially makes him a better man than I, because I would have sent that gravel-voiced pain in the ass to Alaska and let her do her chain-smoking next to an oil pipeline. After he hangs up, Fi gives him a hard time about not calling his mom before now. "I was going...to...wait a bit," Michael protests weakly. You'd think being on the contact list above Michael's mom would make Fi feel better, but then she wouldn't be Fi, would she? She flounces upstairs as Michael quietly thanks her for coming.
Michael, Sam, and Jimmy are sitting at sidewalk café table discussing another aspect of the upcoming job, namely, why can't people with the wherewithal to blow up a plane steal the data themselves? Michael figures that Carla's people just don't want to get their hands dirty. Because blowing-up-a-plane dirt and kidnapping dirt and extortion dirt are entirely different from cybercrime dirt, I guess. Sam whips out a dossier on the target company's boss, Ryder Stahl, who is apparently a high-powered mercenary. Michael says that Jimmy's going to need to introduce him to Stahl. Jimmy's scared at the very thought of even facing Stahl again, but Michael assures him that Sam and Fi will be there for backup. Jimmy assents, oblivious to the dirty look Sam's giving Michael, for no reason I can determine other than that Bruce Campbell is really good at giving dirty looks.
Later, Michael and Jimmy walk toward the Security Associates building. Michael goes over the plan for Jimmy one more time: "We go in, you introduce me, you leave." Michael has said in previous episodes that he likes to keep the involvement of amateurs to a minimum, and it certainly sounds like that's what he's doing here. As they walk past the camera, we can see the CadillAxe on an upper-level parking spot in the background, with Sam and Fi staked out inside.
Inside the lobby, a Michael VO lets us in on what private security companies do in addition to bodyguard work: "For a big enough check, they'll rain hot lead down on whoever you want." Ryder Stahl himself emerges from the elevator, and Jimmy introduces "the guy I told you about." Michael extends his hand and gives his name as "Terry Millar." And it suddenly sounds like Michael spent some of his time in that trailer practicing his accents. Last season he did Jersey, Redneck, and Thurston Howell III, just to name the ones I can think of off the top of my head; now he's doing Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. Whatever happened to making your cover ID as much like yourself as possible? Bloke's got bollocks, I'll give him that. Michael cockneys to Stahl that he needs a mercenary. "We're security consultants, not mercenaries," Stahl corrects stiffly. Cue the freeze frame and subtitles: "RYDER STAHL, MERCENARY." Oh, those subtitles. How they do get into mischief. Michael dismisses Jimmy with a curt "Oi...Piss off, then," and asks to talk to Stahl in private.