Michael's less than half a block from where the Charger is waiting as he VOs, "A good operative doesn't believe in coincidences." At the far end of the block, a street vendor's stand suddenly bursts into flames. As Michael starts looking suspiciously around, the VO continues, "It's true, of course, that food stands catch fire from time to time. It's even possible that one might catch fire at the same time you happen to be looking for a violent fugitive." Which is when Michael notices that the high-end TV store behind him has his own face on every screen in the window. "But it's sure not likely." Thank you, Michael, for that incisive analysis.
Michael walks over to the store, pulling the gun from the back of his pants before entering. There doesn't seem to be anyone in there, but all of the display TVs are showing different scenes of fire, destruction, and mayhem, and it's not even a Michael Bay film festival. The shopkeeper is lying dead on the floor, with the blood on his back already coagulating. "Any of it look familiar?" a voice calls out. We see Simon's face for the first time as he peeks out of the door to the back room, and though it's not a character we've seen on this show before like I was convinced it would be, the deranged-looking face belongs to Garret Dillahunt of Deadwood, John from Cincinnati, and so much other stuff I've never seen. The subtitles ever-so-helpfully read, "Simon -- ?" Thanks, subtitles, for clearing that up. While Michael holds his gun leveled at him, Simon comes out into the main room, armed with nothing but a TV remote. He's not nearly as big as I thought he was last week. Or, alternately, as big as the body double who played the back of him last week. Simon explains that everything currently happening on the monitors is stuff Michael was accused of doing. "The very things that earned you your burn notice." Michael says he didn't do any of it. "I know that," Simon duhs. "I did." "All of it?" Michael asks. "Not the boring parts," Simon admits. Michael says it's time to go. "No, we won't be doing that," Simon sighs boredly, and directs Michael's attention to the one monitor that isn't showing horrible destruction -- at least not yet. This one has a live video feed of some barrels. Simon explains, "A few tons of explosives, in a hotel in Miami Beach. There's the detonator... fuel and fertilizer mixture. Behave, or that screen gets a lot more exciting." Well at least it would match the rest, then. Simon makes Michael put his gun and phone down on the counter and explains why Michael's going to help him. "The powers that be decided that I was uncontrollable." Now why would they ever do that? "They dumped me in a hole, they transferred my file to you. Gave you a fearsome reputation. My reputation." Michael asks if he wants it back. "I want my life back," Simon says, which is usually Michael's line. Michael says Simon is more than welcome to it, his eyes going almost wide enough to glow through the sunglasses he's still wearing inside for some reason. Seriously, where's the conflict? Sounds like Michael and Simon want the same thing, aside from the trail of dead Simon seems to be leaving everywhere he goes. Well, the conflict arises when Simon explains who he needs to do that. "You know him as Management." And Simon wants Michael to bring Management to Miami. Michael protests, "He ruined my life. We're not on good terms." Like this is a sweet 16 party Simon's planning. Simon says that Management wants Michael bad enough to come when he calls. And if not, "You'll have to convince him or... boom." Thanks for throwing that O-face in there, Simon. He adds that he's been following Michael's activities, so I guess that hole he got dumped in at least has cable. "Just think of me as one of those people you help in our spare time. A desperate fella with a problem." Over Simon's faux-pathetic face, the subtitles get right on board, and dub him "Simon -- The Client." The last shot before the ads is a close-up on Michael's face as he realizes with horror, Shit, then this makes me Garfunkel.