After an oddly timed ad break, Michael and Sam have apparently summoned Barry to the villa to report on their progress. The bad news: according to Milovan's passport, he's ex-Serbian intelligence, which means he's going to be hard to break until they find Tash. Which is Barry's job, so he heads out to get started on that. Michael tells Sam that he and Fi have to go meet Strickler, and pointedly asks if Sam will be okay alone with the captives. Sam just looks at him. "Okayyy," Michael says. Oh, Michael, don't let Coast Guard Boy intimidate you like that.

Fi leads Michael through a park, speculating that the goods will be transferred from a boat to a truck, via a driveway that leads to a dock on the canal. I know it sounds weird, but we have parks with docks all over in Minnesota, even if the only place for boat-driving thieves to offload stolen military equipment is on the other side of the lake. Fi has even picked out a spot where Michael can do his surveillance, while she sits over yonder, "sunbathing in a hat," but actually ready to back him up if need be. As a sunbather? What's she going to do, snap the bad guys with her thong? They meet Strickler, dressed once again like a soda jerk, and Fi has some questions for him. Like how he knew when the robbery was going to take place, or how he knew the thieves would sell it. Strickler says that's need-to-know, and it's bad form to ask. "Like it's bad form to just sit back and take photos while lowlifes waltz away with the stuff?" Fi asks. Michael asks her to back off, and she leaves entirely. Strickler says he hopes she'll be cool, since he's already made some promises to people. "I'll handle it," Michael says quietly, and follows Fi. Oh, good update. Strickler learned absolutely nothing. Nice work, Agent Softee.