"It's never fun to be the guy who clears a location for a meet," Michael voice-overs, even though Sam is certainly dressed for fun in his standard Tommy Bahama drag, watching a Miami street go by from a sidewalk table. "In the best case, you waste your time looking for dangers that aren't there. In the worst case, of course, you miss something." Which is as close as we're going to get to a theme tonight. Michael joins Sam, who tells him "your buddy" (meaning Gilroy) entered the restaurant across the street alone ten minutes ago. Michael thinks he's pretty safe at such a nice place, but Sam seems to think the menu is pretty dangerous. "Foie gras? Lappin?" "Lapin," Michael corrects. "Whatever, it's still French for bunny rabbit," Sam scoffs. He wonders if there's a way to bring Gilroy down without working with him, but Michael's already committed to this course. "Whatever he is planning, the only way to stop it is to be right in the middle of it." And he sounds so upset about that, too. As he gets up and crosses the street, shrugging into his suit jacket, Sam wishes him bon appétit. "That's French for watch your back, amigo." Really? It is? I'm going to have to start paying more attention to the magazine that says that on the front and comes to my house every month. Maybe someone's sending me a warning...or a threat.

But enough of my problems. "Even routine meetings can be risky if you're sitting down with someone you don't trust," Michael VOs as he enters the restaurant, which doesn't look as packed as his earlier talk about reservations might have indicated. "You have to be alert to any subtle clue that tells you what you're walking into." There's Gilroy, with a martini and last week's subtitles that still read, "Gilroy -- Freelance Psychopath." So our first subtle clue is that the subtitles are still coasting. The VO goes on, "Are they armed? Did they bring backup? Of course there are also not-so-subtle clues. Like a third place setting at a lunch for two." As Michael sits down, Gilroy explains that "Claude" is coming. "Wonderful chap. Excellent conversationalist. Has great fashion sense. And he's the best thief in the Western Hemisphere. Useful skill in this phase of our little project." About which we of course aren't learning anything else yet. That kind of thing used to make me curious, like there was some big picture behind the glimpses Michael gets, but I think at this point it's clear that the main reason Michael never finds out more is because the writers haven't thought of it yet. For some reason, Michael tells Gilroy that he prefers to work alone. "Working with someone you don't know is stupid and dangerous," he pronounces as though he's treating Gilroy to a VO right there. Gilroy insists Michael "learn the value of teamwork." Instead, Michael gets up to go, only to find himself face-to-collarbone with Claude. Gilroy makes the introductions, and Claude growls, "So this is your local boy" in an Australian accent. Michael decides to sit back down, presumably because Claude is so damn charming, and while Gilroy gets all fey with the wine list, Michael and Claude glare at each other. "Claude -- Michael's New Teammate," reads the subtitle. Well, Claude can't get along with Sam and Fi any worse than they do with each other.