The next day, Tommy meets with "his" "crew" at the marina, so they can tell him about the plan and explain why they can't go to the police. "[Matheson]'s outmaneuvered the cops before. We need to get him caught red-handed," Michael says. He asks Fi to get the Impala back from where she ditched it and Sam to time how soon the cops will be able to get to the meth lab. And Tommy? He just needs to do what Matheson asked him to do, which means getting the van Matheson requested and telling Michael where the heist is supposed to go down, "so we can do our prep work." Tommy agrees, nervously. Michael claps him on the shoulder and assures him it'll be "like clockwork." The phrase works on Tommy like a little key thingy you might use to wind up some sort of mechanical device.

Later, our three leads park the stolen Impala, with Tommy in the blue van behind them. Matheson and a couple of goons also show up. Apparently Matheson is a little more hands-on than I gave him credit for. He explains that the plan is to move in when one of the dealers goes out for "supplies," which apparently he does at the same time every day. The predictability of criminals can come in so handy. When that happens, Matheson and his guys will go in the front and disable the alarm, and Tommy's crew -- Michael, Sam and Fi -- will take up position outside. "All you gotta do is hold off a couple of meth-heads while we take the stuff out the back. Tommy's gonna drive around, pick us up, and we meet later to, uh, split the score." It's obvious that his plan includes getting Tommy's new crew killed out from under him, and he's barely even trying to conceal his mirth at how he's screwing them. Good thing they're already onto him, or they might protest. Right on cue, one of the dealers comes out of the warehouse and gets in a car, so the teams moves in, but not before Matheson tells Tommy to "look sharp," treating him to another head-smack. Matheson's two goons knock the deadbolt off the door, almost like clockwork, and the three of them enter the empty lab, where the beeping of an alarm keypad awaiting a code entry is clearly audible. They bar the door behind them, locking Michael, Sam and Fi out. What they don't know is that Michael is locking them in. "Super Glue's cheap, quiet and powerful," he VOs, laying a double bead of it around the door frame. "Lay it on thick and force-dry it with canned air [which is Fi's job], and you can cut bonding time to less than a minute." As Sam and Michael roll a Dumpster into place to use as a barricade, Sam complains about their tactical position, despite Fi's prep work. "We just need to keep the bad guys from killing each other until the cops get here," Michael says. "By standing in between them?" Sam asks. As he joins Sam and Fi behind the Dumpster, Michael's only answer is to rack the slide on his gun. Is he really about to get into a firefight directly outside a meth lab? Michael, if you proceed with this plan, I'll have no choice but to share a tip with you.