Simon stops his car along the shoreline, rhapsodizes briefly about the sea air, and tells Michael this is where he gets off. That doesn't really fit with Michael's plan, so he tries to argue that Simon needs his help scouting the site. Simon says he's got it covered with his own team, which he's about to put in place. All Michael needs to do is be at the building with Management at six. Simon, it seems, is fully aware that Michael may not actually feel as cooperative as he's been acting, and offers him a little flexibility: "We don't have to do this my way. My way, however, is the only way that doesn't involve the deaths of thousands of people. Your call." Michael hands Simon his gun back and pouts, "I'll see you at six." Simon reminds him that everybody wins if this goes right (well, not Management, I'm guessing), and even gives Michael his phone back. "Call your friends. I'll see you soon." Michael gets out and watches Simon drive away without even another car within handy stealing distance to follow in. Poor guy just got Garfunkeled again.