At Madeline's house, Sam has figured out how to resolve the audit situation: get it drunk. Sitting across from Sam at Madeline's dining room table, Stacey says that he thought this was his chance to get back at Sam. "I'm glad you found me," Sam says smoothly. Stacey agrees, and asks for another drink. Sam obliges with a fuzzy navel. "It's not really my kind of thing, but we gotta start you off easy. Work your way up to the good stuff." Stacey's thrilled to have a drinking guru, and asks if he can call Sam from bars with drinking questions. Sam tells him anytime. "Is this not the best audit ever?" Stacey giggles. Okay, I don't believe this for a second, but I'm sure it'll come in handy in the future for Sam to have a "buddy" at the IRS. He's got them everywhere else.
Michael and Fi are at their nice dinner at a nice restaurant, having a nice dinner conversation. "I got rid of the rest of the C-4," Fi says. Okay, maybe not that last one. Michael says it was worth it to ditch the cops, and Fi agrees -- now she can bring Michael along on a bunch of new gigs. But Michael is not about that at all. "I still need back in," he says. Fi was hoping he would have changed, like Tommy, but he just shakes his head. "I'm free of the people who burned me. I'm clear of the cops. This is the moment I've been waiting for." "This is the moment I've been waiting for, too," Fi whispers, and secretly pulls a hair out of her nose so she can spill a tear down her cheek. Michael whispers her name and she says, "Let's just enjoy dinner." Good plan, but it doesn't really seem to be happening. They probably should have just ordered the yogurt.
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