Lots of previouslies, going all the way back to the end of Season Two, and then right up until the moment Gilroy's car blew up in the final seconds of last week's episode. Which is a good tone-setter for what's going to follow this hour.
It's hard to tell exactly how long after that we pick up. On the one hand, Michael is just sitting up from where he clearly dove off the shoulder of the road, obviously having gotten clear in time, in case you were worried. But on the other hand, Gilroy's Range Rover looks like it's been on fire long enough to have roasted a pig over it. Michael whips off his sunglasses and whips out his cell phone to update Sam on the situation: Gilroy is dead and the prisoner is out. "The whole reason we were getting involved here, Mike, was so he didn't!" Sam says angrily, like this is Michael's fault. Which, okay, it sort of is, a little. Michael's more than aware of this, and says all he knows is that the man's name is Simon, and now Michael can hear sirens getting louder. They must have found an alternate route to the bridge he just River Kwai-ed. Michael's already worried about the cops, but Sam tells him now it's also the FBI and Homeland Security. "Pretty soon it's going to be the IRS, the Forest Service, and the Food and Drug Administration." Don't tell me Michael is going to have to recall all those sports drinks he's been occasionally using for nefarious purposes. Michael says he's making a run for it and asks Sam to do some recon for him. Sam agrees without needing further instructions, but as he hangs up and gets in his car, he mutters, "Holy crapoley." I guess you can say that on USA.
As Michael runs down the open road, pursued by a single police car with its sirens and flashers going but its engine clearly running on cooking sherry, he VOs, "Spies are in the lawbreaking business." A black SUV is also closing in from another direction. "Call it espionage, covert ops, whatever you like. When you get right down to it, you're a criminal, working for a good cause. When your job involves daily lawbreaking, chances are you're going to find yourself on the wrong end of a manhunt at some point." Michael finally disappears into the trees lining the side of the road, and the officer in the cop car stops and jumps out, radioing for backup. Just then is when Michael jumps out from behind him, grabs him, bounces his face off the hood, and hauls him to the ground into a sleeper hold. "I don't want to hurt you, just stop!" Michael tells the struggling man, only to get backhanded in the face. Watch the shades, officer! Michael holds on, though, and soon the cop is out cold. Michael picks up the cop's gun and runs, just as that black SUV comes around the corner. Michael cuts through a yard to the canal, where a jet-ski is conveniently tied up so he can jump right on it. As he pulls off the cover of the steering yoke to hotwire it, he VOs, "It's hard to get used to the idea that doing the right thing can mean being public enemy number one." The guy in that SUV, a brush-cut fellow in sunglasses who looks like he means business, gets out and levels his gun at Michael from behind the hood of his truck, yelling at him to stop. Michael doesn't, until a bullet hits the piling above his head. "The good news is you're usually too busy trying to survive to get upset." Michael pulls out that service automatic and points it behind him, prompting his pursuer to duck. Michael shifts his aim and takes out the truck's driver's side window instead, by which time he's got the jet-ski running and is roaring away. "The best thing is to get away, deal with the situation, and hope people are in a forgiving mood." Well, I'm sorry to tell him that the guy who takes another couple of shots at him before he's out of range doesn't really seem to be feeling very Christlike right now.