Rincon is waiting inside, which is lucky. He asks Michael who he is, but Michael doesn't speak, except to say, "You'll find out soon enough." Rincon punches him in the gut, and asks if he's a cop. "You're not that lucky," Michael grunts, and takes an elbow to the ribs. Fi is having a hard time listening to his outside. "What kind of man comes looking for me dressed in a suit like that?" Rincon asks Omar. "What kind of man preys on children?" Michael whispers. Rincon doesn't deny anything, but picks up a machete and threatens to make this so painful Michael will beg for mercy. "You don't know what pain is," Michael says, "But you will. I promise." Rincon exchanges a confused, not to say uncomfortable glance with Vega, only to hear Michael say, "Don't look at them. They'll see what you are." Child molester? "Coward," Michael says. Rincon tells Michael to go to hell. "Come with me," Michael invites, and raises his handcuffed hands to snap his fingers. When he does, Fi hits her remote detonator out in the car, and the corner of the store gets blown to shit, sending Vega's guys flying, both inside and out. Omar's guys were apparently well clear. Michael snaps his fake handcuff chain and socks Rincon in the mouth, while Omar beats Vega to a gun dropped on the floor. Meanwhile, outside, Omar's men tip over their reinforced vendor carts and take up position to cover Michael and Omar's exit, lest Vega's men get any ideas. Michael drags Rincon out of the burning store and throws him into the open trunk of the Charger, which Fi just pulled up in outside, while Vega finds himself surrounded by Omar's men, with Omar himself holding the gun at his neck. "Welcome to my neighborhood," Omar tells him. I'm sure they'll be good friends after this. Meanwhile, over at the car, Michael tells Rincon, "I made you a promise. It's time." And he slams the trunk lid. Whatever, Louis. You're all talk. Unless you plan to make Fi go over a lot of speed bumps.