While continuing his work, Michael continues, "In enclosed spaces, a knife's often more effective than a gun. Easier to handle, easier to hide, and in the right hands, scary." With his knife modified to his liking, he tucks the finished product into the case's leather hinge cover, just as Madeline comes in. "When you asked to borrow your father's old briefcase, you didn't mention you were planning on stabbing someone," she says. Michael assures her it's "just in case," wisely refraining from mentioning that slashing is more his style anyway. Sam, sensing an argument coming, ducks into the garage for a beer, but Madeline tells Michael she doesn't want to know anyway. She's more worried about Harlan, of all things. "I mean, he's nice, but he's not exactly a rocket scientist," she correctly points out, "and hanging out with you isn't the safest thing in the world." "Mom, he's Special Forces," Michael says. But Madeline says he has a lot to prove to Michael, and she thinks that's dangerous. Well, she's half right. Before Michael clears out, he has one more thing to do: attach a back-up knife blade to the inside of his belt. Is that a trick he learned from another spy, or from a stripper? Yank on that just right, and out flops the banana hammock.
Next morning, waiting by the train tracks in his suit yet again, Michael VOs, "The rolling meeting is a popular security measure among high-end criminals. It's hard for law enforcement to bug, and it's a lot easier to detect any surveillance." By now, Michael is being ushered into one of the two black SUVs that have just pulled up. He continues, "Do it in an armored car with an armed team, it's not just a secure place; it's a fortress on wheels." With that, Michael finds himself in the back seat next to Rufino, behind Falcone in the shotgun seat, commenting on how roomy it is. The little convoy gets moving as his VO concludes, "If you're going to take on that fortress, you'd better have an army." That "army" consists of Sam, on a hotel balcony; Fi, behind the wheel of her stolen garbage truck; and Harlan, hanging out in the back of a black van with a BFG and a BFS. You probably already know what a BFG is, but if not, I'll give you a clue by explaining that the BFS is a big fucking sandwich. Michael's army sucks sometimes.