The call rings through to Fiona's cell phone. She's hanging out at his loft, for some reason, listening to the police scanner. She dives for her phone, and while he scampers around the hotel's utility room collecting big jugs of chemicals for some nefarious purpose that probably isn't barbecue sauce, she asks how his helicopter ride went. "It looks like the people who burned me are going to leave me alone for now, anyway," he says, and thanks her for saving his life. She gracefully accepts, and tells him what she's been hearing on the police scanner. "You wouldn't happen to be at the MacAlpine Hotel, would you?" she asks. "The police think you're armed and dangerous." Armed with what? A spear gun? An electric eel? Dude just washed up out of the ocean three minutes ago. But the cops seem convinced, which would explain all the police cars Michael can now see and hear rolling up outside. He tells Fi he'll have to "find another way out," and something amazing happens: Fi advises caution. "Now is not the time to blast your way out of a building," she says. Who is this woman and what has she done with Fi? Or maybe she just doesn't want to miss any explosions. She tells him, "Talk to the cops now or get ready for a citywide manhunt." Michael agrees and asks her to call Sam to see what he can find out. Before hanging up to do so, she tells Michael, "I'm glad you're alive. Try to keep it that way." Which part, his being alive or her being glad about it?
Michael sighs, and by the time he gets to the art deco front exit of the hotel, the cops have cordoned off a rather small area outside, and have their weapons trained on him. I'm a little thrown by how competent the Miami cops just became on this show, but then I notice that they've strung the police tape in about a thirty-foot radius around the door, so if Michael were to come out shooting like they're clearly expecting, it'll quickly thin out the crowd of sightseers gathered around. Stepping outside, Michael VOs, "Just because you can escape from a situation doesn't mean you should. It's a risk/reward thing. Sometimes you have to take your chances." As Michael kneels on the pavement with his hands behind his head, he continues, "Sometimes you have to remember, it's easier to dodge questions than bullets." But what if the questions are Teflon-coated hollow points? What then, smart guy?