Michael finds such a place, removing a rotted board and climbing up through an outer dock. He grabs a handy chunk of broken concrete and dashes off, still trailing blood. Harlan hasn't just assumed that Michael's dead, and with his flashlight and gun leveled, he soon finds where Michael came out. Probably because Michael's bleeding wrist is leaving a trail as wide as a highway stripe. Harlan follows Michael's spoor into a tool shed, shining his light on the smears of blood and calling him out the whole time. As we see where Michael is hiding in an overhead rack, he VOs, "One of the things operatives have to give up is the idea of a fair fight. Spies aren't trained to fight fair. Spies are trained to win. Hey, you don't have to apologize to us. Especially after essentially telling Harlan that you were about to escape just now. With that, Michael swings down from his hiding place, knocking Harlan to the floor. That done, he grabs the sack that he found to stick his concrete into and stashed out of sight, and uses it to club Harlan into submission so he can take his gun and put it to his neck. "I'm sorry, Harlan," he says, patting him on the shoulder. Michael, what did I just tell you about not apologizing?

Early the next morning, when it's barely light out, a team of four black-clad commandos roll up in an inflatable motorboat and scramble up onto the dock, weapons at the ready. But all they find is a dead Rufino, a live (but bound and gagged) Harlan, and a ringing cell phone. When one of them answers it, it's Michael on the other end, telling them that Harlan works for Rufino's partners. "They wanted to make sure he was dead before the trial. You want to put someone on trial? Harlan's the best you're gonna do." Michael hangs up, and the commandos apparently decide to take the deal. They drag Harlan, thrashing and grunting, to the boat. Well, he said he was sure.

Later, at Madeline's house over morning beers with the team, Sam remarks, "You're been swimming away from bad guys a little too often these days." Michael doesn't dispute it. Madeline comes in fretting about his wrist (now wrapped in gauze). He assures her the cuts are shallow. "I know. I made them." Madeline claims to have never liked Harlan, but when Michael calls her on that, she drops it and says, "You three need to stick together." As though that's a new thing for them. They seem to take her seriously, though, and they start taking her advice right away, by all taking a swig from their beer bottles in sync. And you know the three of them now have a bond that's stronger than ever, because Michael never drinks beer.