So Michael spends the ads running straight to the girlfriend's house, bursting in, yelling at Bailey to get into the kitchen, all while punching him in the face and taking his shotgun away to makes sure he and his girlfriend know he's on their side. Michael turns the fridge into a barricade as "James and Joanne -- In Need of a Friend" crouch behind the counters. They ask who he is and Michael says, I'm "I'm Michael Westen. I'm here to save you people." Cole bursts in shooting, asking who the hell he is. "I'm Michael Westen, I'm here to save these people!" Michael hollers back impatiently. Michael tells Cole to walk away, and says he knows Cole isn't a killer. You know, from their earlier conversation, and the fact that he didn't kill Lane or Harris, and the fact that his booby trap was in a back room. Cole makes excuses, and Michael says it doesn't have to be this way. Just then Reese and his crew roll up outside and give Cole two minutes to come out. Instead, Cole barricades the front door, so now they're all in this together, as Michael says. He even surrenders Bailey's weapon and convinces Cole to join him. "James, where are your cleaning supplies?" What's he going to do with cleaning supplies in two minutes?
With some ammonia and a pair of pliers (who cleans with pliers?), Michael quickly rigs the window A/C unit to explode. Lucky for them they don't have central air. It's Cole's job to herd them into the alley, which he does by coming out of the house using the detached fridge door as a shield and then diving into the window of a neighboring house. Hope those people aren't home. When the bad guys move to follow, Michael shoots the A/C unit, blowing up the whole alley outside and knocking down all of them but Reese himself. Michael goes out after him, and despite looking more like a guy who fantasizes about what he reads in Soldier of Fortune than one who lives it, Reese turns out to be tough enough to knock Michael down. He's about to shoot him when Cole jumps out, knocking Reese aside and taking his gun. Which he then points at Michael, thanking him and saying he'll collect his fee after all. "You gotta be kidding me," Michael groans from where he's still lying on the ground. "Yeah, I am," Cole agrees, and helps Michael up. "Guess you were right about me," he says, which is the kind of thing nobody ever says. As the sirens start to approach, Michael suggests Antigua. Cole hands him a bundle of zip ties and walks away, dropping the gun on the ground. Because who needs that now, to get past a tightening dragnet in an evacuation zone?