Cut to the safe house, where Fi and Sean are sitting around in black clothes, ready for whatever errand Michael's about to pick them up for. They have a completely unlikely and irrelevant conversation about Fi's feelings about Michael, until we're all rescued by Michael himself walking in. Fi heads out to the car, but Sean hangs back so Michael can explain to Sean that he needs O'Neill to deliver something. "A little gift with a big prison sentence attached to it." Sean says he can't lose another sister, and puts a hand on Michael's shoulder to thank him for protecting Fiona. "You're an honest man. And I'm honored to be fightin' beside ya." Sean heads on out to the car, leaving Michael contemplating the weight of guilt in his belly that's almost like an anvil.
It's full nighttime when Michael, back in his Paul Smith suit, meets O'Neill and four of his guys at the marina. Michael explains the deal: he gives O'Neill Fiona, O'Neill delivers a shipment of assault rifles for Michael. "I got a better idea," O'Neill says, and draws a gun while two of his men grab Michael. "I'm gonna shoot little bits off you until you tell me where she is." Michael is extravagantly unintimidated. "Put the gun down, or I'll have you put down," he says calmly. "I'm not sure you're taking stock of the situation," O'Neill boasts, unaware of the three red laser dots that have just appeared on his chest until Michael looks down at them. And now we see that Sam, Fi, and Sean are all in position nearby, equipped with sniper rifles with laser scopes. "Well, there you go, eh?" O'Neill says, pretty good-naturedly given the circumstances. Michael gets him to call off his goons and lower his gun, and when O'Neill does, Michael has one more instruction for him: "Tell me we have a deal." "If you stop lighting me up like a little Christmas tree, maybe we will have a deal, yes," O'Neill says, amusing me by rocking from side to side and watching the little laser points slide across his chest. Michael gives a signal, and Sam and Fi shut off their laser scopes. Sean, however, doesn't, because he has again overestimated his own awesomeness. "I can take them all out," he whispers to Sam and Fi. O'Neill isn't happy to still have a red dot on his chest. "Simple miscommunication," Michael grins, and repeats the signal. "Sean, they're gonna kill McBride," Sam tells him. Sean still keeps aiming. O'Neill and his men all draw on Michael, who gives the signal one more time, this time with quite a bit more force. Sam and Fi don't make any move to physically intervene with Sean, but he finally turns his scope off anyway. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?" O'Neill smiles. Well, it was a little difficult. Or, I should say, Sean was difficult. Good move, bringing a literal loose cannon along. "We'll talk soon," Michael says agreeably. And the meeting ends without anybody getting shot, like most of the meetings I go to at work.