When Michael reaches Gilroy's Range Rover, he jumps in, saying. "Gilroy, we need to leave now!" But Gilroy is not himself. Behind the wheel, in a voice full of blood, he gurgles, "They say if you live long enough you'll see everything." Stunned, Michael asks what happened. "Paid me ten million dollars," Gilroy says. "Turns out his plan was to shoot me. Come after you." Michael asks who. "His name is Simon," Gilroy says. "Apparently I'm not his only friend in Miami." I knew it would be somebody familiar. But is it Rick or A..J.? Suddenly we hear a quiet beeping. "Sorry," Gilroy says. "Did I mention I'm attached to an explosive device?" He did not. He's also wearing the prisoner's shackles. Gilroy grabs Michael's wrist and says, "Perhaps you should run along." Ah, to die in character. That beeping accelerates as Michael jumps out of the car. And then it blows the hell up. That armor Gilroy was boasting about so much doesn't seem to do much against an explosion from inside.
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