Michael hauls himself up out of the canal in front of Simon (with 30 seconds to spare) and says it's all set up. Simon wastes some time trying to make Michael feel better about all this until Michael notices the cops are coming. A car chase ensues, and when Simon doesn't quite lose the pursuers by blowing through a stop sign, Michael suggests a route through the warehouse district. Simon, of course, is happy where he is. "If they catch us, they're gonna cut us off at the causeway," Michael warns. "Or not," Simon says, swerving into oncoming traffic and gunning it. He nearly gets into a head-on collision with a construction truck that way, and doesn't even look like he'd mind it that much, but then he dodges it at the last second. The truck, however, skids and rolls over, dumping its load and becoming a very effective barrier across the entire road for the two FBI cars to crash into. Simon lets out a victory whoop, until Michael pulls the gun from Simon's hip and puts it to his head, warning, "You pull something like that again and I'll end this now!" Simon fakes panic, then calls his bluff: "Wanna run around Miami playing 'Which Hotel's Gonna Blow Up' after I'm dead?" Hey, I'm actually pretty good at that game. I just guess "none" and I'm right almost every time. Simon says he'd shoot if he were Michael, "but then, I like a hotel blowing up every once in a while." Playing Monopoly with him must be a scream. He presses his face against the muzzle, until Michael backs down with a sullen, "Just drive."