Mack and Sam say their farewells at Madeline's house, as we learn that Rincon's on his way back to Houston. Mack thanks Sam for his help and shakes his hand. As he leaves, Sam -- with Madeline in the background, watching approvingly -- stops him to say something about his ex, whose name turns out to be Amanda. "I just wanted to say... thanks for taking care of her. I was never really good about doing that. I guess the mission always came first." Sounds familiar. Mack says she left him, too. "Don't think she ever got over you," he says. "Who could?" Sam says. So they part friends. After Sam closes the door behind Mack, he asks Madeline to have a beer with him. So all is right in Sam's world again.
Omar and Michael are also saying their goodbyes. Omar says he doesn't know what to tell people about the man in the suit. "I'm just the guy that helped you get back on top, that's all," Michael says, rather out of character if you ask me. Omar says he can't figure him out. Without smiling, Michael says, "Honestly, Omar, Don't try." He doesn't crack a smile until he's walking away. Just to try it out for himself, Omar snaps his fingers. Whoa, he triggered a White Collar promo!
Nighttime in Miami. Michael stares out the balcony window of another hotel room as Fi comes in, lugging a giant suitcase. And she's in a mood and a half. She has something to say, if she's going to do more Gilroy-backup in another of what she calls their "wasted hotel rooms." She says he's going to get himself killed. He points out that he's not dead yet, but she's not done, threatening him with the extra ammo in her steamer trunk if he doesn't let her finish. Michael politely sits down on the bed to listen. Fi claims this would be a full-scale intervention if she didn't mind worrying Madeline, or if Sam agreed with her (which actually makes this the lamest intervention ever). Her point? She says Michael works too hard. This is nice, considering she was the one who dragooned him into helping with Rincon in the first place, but when he starts to say something, she shuts him up again. He amusedly keeps his lips pursed as she goes on about how she gets his reasons, but he can't keep up this pace. "You need a life. Or you're going to wind up dead. It's just basic operational sense." Smiling, Michael asks if she's done. She is. So he looks on bemused as she opens her case to pull out and unfold a sniper rifle that's bigger than she is. She stands there holding it, looking like an ant with a black Twizzler, then asks, "Where do you want me?" He just pats the bed. "Gilroy said he would call here for the place and the time of our meeting. He said he would call here tomorrow morning." Well, look who was listening to her in the teaser after all. She realizes this is a booty call, and as he unties the stringy shoulder strap of her dress, he smugs, "Like I said, I'm not dead yet." She shrugs hornily and her dress ends up puddled around her ankles. Bedtime!