Michael gets to the bridge, his Bluetooth in place to go with the fresh shots in him, and gets busy. With a VO as well as some demolition prep: "Like new parents, spies take preventative measures to ensure a safe environment. Only instead of baby-proofing cabinets and electrical sockets, they use more extreme methods." Like detcord, gasoline and C-4 all over the length of this little bridge. Worst baby-proofing ever. "When you're creating an explosion to keep people back, you can't go halfway. It's never ideal, but for their own protection, you have to make sure they know you mean business. Then the only trick is to set it off without blowing everyone to kingdom come." His work done, Michael watches and waits, the remote detonator in his hand.
And now we're at the airport. It's a busy scene. A commuter jet taxis. A Cessna burns on the tarmac. Fire crews are busy. Wait, what? Sam dials his cell phone, claiming to have been trying to get a hold of Michael for the last half hour. "A fuel truck crashed into a Cessna on the runway. They're rerouting flights all over Florida." Michael realizes Gilroy isn't hijacking the plane, but diverting it. Sam figures, "You're not stationed at some pass-through in the sticks." A plane files low over Michael's head as he realizes, "I'm guarding Gilroy's landing strip!" Sam says the cops are following a stray plane, as we see a whole column of them leaving the airport with their flashers going. Michael realizes they're going to run right into Gilroy's BFG. "He's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. You gotta tell 'em to stay back until he does." Sam doesn't think that's going to work.
That plane's already parked on a stretch of road, and Gilroy approaches it from his Range Rover right across the street with a briefcase in hand. A guy comes off the plane and Gilroy hands him the case as he is greeted with a friendly, "Buenos dias, mis amigos." A man in an orange prison jumpsuit accessorized with handcuffs and leg irons is led down the steps of the plan as Gilroy answers his phone with a hearty, "Westen!" "Gilroy, hearing lots of sirens over here, "Michael says. Wouldn't have anything to do with a lost plane, would it?" Gilroy tells Michael that's why they rehearse. So "stop your belly-aching and do your job, or I'll do it for you." I hope the scary-ass prisoner who's now right in front of him doesn't think Gilroy's talking to him. Gilroy removes the burlap bag covering the ex-prisoner's head, but between the camera angle and the backlighting, there's no way to see the man's face. The only thing we can tell for sure is that he's big. "Our guest is so keen to meet you," Gilroy says. "See you soon, Michael." Michael now sees the cop cars coming around the bend on the far side of the bridge, and hits the detonator. So long, bridge. Yes, it's a small bridge, but I'm still kind of impressed that the show actually blew it up. The cops screech to a stop on the far side of the river, and Michael jogs on up the road. Remember not to look back!