Cut to a few minutes later, as they're just finishing binding him to a chair with postal tape. Which is much better than duct tape, because have you ever tried to rip postal tape without a sharp object on hand? My basement is full of Amazon boxes I've never been able to get into. Anyway, Keith makes a pretty poor show of keeping his mouth shut, copping to "a little side work for a biker gang." Fi informs him this is her turf, and as such the biker gang rolled over on Keith. "If I asked them to drag you back to Rhode Island behind their Harleys, they would," she explains. "Just so that I would owe them a favor, capisce?" Keith just admits defeat rather than laugh openly at the spectacle of Gabrielle Anwar attempting to say "capisce." He explains that he built a bomb according to specs and put it in the basement of the Epic Hotel. Rather than going there right now, Sam gets all judgy, but Keith says he was too afraid of the client to say no. "He's grade-A psycho," he tells Fi. "You'd like him." Fi smiles thinly and asks how it's set up. Keith says it has a timer and a remote. Sam tells Fi they should probably head over, and tells Keith to sit tight, as if he has any choice. "The cops'll be here any minute." Yes, and I'm sure Keith will be the one they're interested in, since he clearly didn't crash through his own house. In his current state, Keith has a better chance of being picked up by the FedEx guy.
Simon and Michael get out of Simon's car near the river that flows past Michael's loft. "Shall we?" Simon asks, ready to jump in right now. Michael insists that he needs to go alone. "I'm swimming across the canal, scaling a back wall, and coming in through the roof. I'm not sure I can do that alone without being seen." So Simon gives Michael ten minutes, which Michael thinks is a joke. "What can I say? I'm hilarious," Simon deadpans. With the clock ticking -- or beeping, rather -- Michael dives in and starts swimming.