Sam is trying to raise Michael on his cell phone, now that he and Fi can see the thick plume of helicopter-smoke from below. Michael does manage to get his phone out of is pocket and answer it while looking over the railing of the level he's on now. From this angle, it looks like he only dropped one floor, which, wuss. "Things didn't go quite as planned," he understates. Sam asks if he can get down to them on the street. "I'm working on it," Michael says, running to the other end of the balcony, where fortunately some remodeling has been going on. The lucky part for him is that one of those large trash disposal chutes is set up. As Michael climbs into it, he VOs, "There's no trick to getting down off a building quickly. Gravity will take care of that for you. The challenge is getting down without breaking your neck." Gosh, the things you learn as a spy. Michael takes a ride down the chute and lands roughly in the Dumpster as Sam and Fi come running. He hauls himself out and starts talking to them in what sounds like a whole new character voice, that of Just Got Kicked In The Stomach While Smoking An Asbestos Bong Guy. "Simon got away. He's with Management. He's wearing a blue security uniform." And, as Michael can now see through the building's open ground-level parking structure, he's putting Management into an ambulance. Not sure how Simon got Management past his backup when Michael spotted them both without even looking. Michael tells them to call the FBI and make sure they follow him in the truck he's stealing. Fi tries to remind him about the new sticking-together policy, which I guess was just Michael talking earlier. "I gotta do this one on my own," he insists. So for the third season finale in a row, he goes off without either of them knowing if they'll ever see each other again. Unfortunately, we do. He gets into a construction truck and screeches off as Sam dials his phone.
Michael's going to have a job catching up to Simon's ambulance, which is going full-throttle with the siren and horn blasting away. Clearly Simon took Michael's earlier advice about sneaking away to heart. Even getting behind him requires cutting across a parking lot and crashing through a fence. Simon's so confident of getting away that he's bandaging his leg while driving. Michael finds himself cut off by traffic -- you know, people pulling back out after the ambulance has passed -- so he cuts through an alley. Which will be great if Simon's escape route takes over to the next block and back the way he came, which doesn't seem likely. But fortunately, that's exactly where Simon does go, and Michael times it perfectly to come out of the alley at speed, at the perfect moment to T-bone the ambulance. So let's go over the mayhem we've seen in this episode: two high-speed collisions involving large vehicles, one involving a house, two fires and three explosions, not counting the one in the previouslies. Can't accuse the show of penny-pinching this week. Both vehicles are rendered non-functional, and so is Michael, almost. But he still stumbles out of the truck to mix it up with Simon next to the ambulance. Simon crashes him face-first into the side of the ambulance, leaving a smear of blood there. But Michael does that Donald O'Connor run-up-the-wall-and-somersault thing to get behind him, jumps on Simon's back, and topples him backwards on top of himself. Pinning Simon's legs with his own, Michael for the second time today puts Simon's own gun to his head. "Michael! Don't! Let us take care of him," Management says as he exits the ambulance, apparently none the worse for wear, and apparently having ridden patiently in the back that whole time, and apparently not holding a grudge against Michael for abandoning him on the roof a minute ago. Michael tells Management that he had his chance, and cocks the gun. Management screams Michael's name like an angry father, and says, "Shooting an unarmed man with the FBI about to arrive will put a big dent in your future." Management suddenly has Michael's attention. "And you have a big future," Management adds. Now Michael is also bleeding from the lip, as a result of that fishhook he just swallowed. Seriously, even if Management is telling the truth, does Michael really think he has anything in mind for him other than doing the same private dirty work Michael's been refusing to even hear about all along? Hearing the sirens, Management says, "I should go," and does, walking off around the corner. He's got a whole support team to fire, after all.