That night at the loft, Tim is there with the team, trying to get his head around the fact that he's being used as bait so Damon and Ric can try to kill him. "They won't actually succeed," Michael breezes, which I'm sure comes as a relief to Tim. "We just need them to get caught by the cops looking guilty." Sam shows him an aerial photo of the docks area, showing how Tim will approach, while Sam and Michael will provide cover from a nearby roof and wait for the cops to come and pick up Damon and Ric. Michael informs Ric, "There are a lot of things grieving coworkers do, but hunting with guns for someone on docks? Mmm, not one of them." Of course the cops will also arrest Tim, but now he might be able to convince them of the truth. Now that he's run away from them and all. "That plus your gun dropped into Damon's trunk is all you need to blow his story apart," Fi adds. I like how their plan to exonerate an innocent man involves helping evade arrest, planting evidence, and arranging for him to be picked up at the docks when it looks like he's fleeing the country. These people have been operating outside the law so long they've forgotten what the inside of it looks like. Michael tells Tim to relax. "It's almost over." Funny, my clock says it's only forty minutes past the hour. Or, in Burn Notice Standard Time, two minutes before everything turns to shit.
Next day, up on that rooftop near the docks, Sam watches through his binoculars and Michael through the scope of a sniper rifle as Tim gets out of a yellow cab down below. Fi is in a parked car at ground level, for extra cover. Damon and Ric show up in separate cars. "Time to call the cavalry," Fi says into her earpiece. Sam calls the cops to say he just saw two guys with guns on their way to the docks, as though that's enough to bring them running without even asking Sam's name. Except then Michael and Sam notice that the would-be killers are neither heading toward the docks nor taking out guns. Clearly something's up. Sam spots a park bench that wasn't there this morning, and Michael magically makes his scope zoom in to reveal a satchel just visible beneath it. And Fi can see a detonator in Ric's hand, as he extends the antenna with evil slowness. So much for two in the head. And Tim is walking cluelessly toward the bomb. "I'd say take it out, but more than one shot gives us away," Sam says. "Then I can't miss," says Michael, and fires. His magical bullet against the visible edge of the satchel sets the bomb off, blowing the bench to shit and knocking Tim flat onto the street. But then, after a long moment, Tim gets up and runs. Michael tells Fi to pick him up, just as the cops roll into sight. Fi drives around and opens the passenger door, hollering at Tim to get over there. And I mean, she's like a block away from him. Tim freaks at how close the cops are -- or else he's deiced, justifiably, that he's through with these idiots -- and runs in the opposite direction. Michael tells Fi to clear out, and he and Sam watch helplessly from above as the cops nab Tim.