Back on shore, as his men unload the boat, Gerard promises to get Michael drunk, "maybe even laid." Hey, let's not promise miracles here. Sam and Fi watch from Fi's parked car as Michael "helps" them load the coolers into a black van. He's acting like he can barely lift them. Shouldn't he have gone to more pains to disguise his body type? Or is he hoping that Gerard will assume he's been sampling the goods?

Fi shadows the van to a very large storage space that's more like a campus than a single warehouse. They wait outside the gate as the guard lets Gerard's van onto the grounds, and as Sam assesses the rudimentary security, he goes over the next stage: he and Fi wait for Gerard's crew to leave with Michael, and then they go in and get the stuff back. Fi suggests going in now, preferably shooting. Sam says that could get Michael hurt. "Doesn't sound so bad," Fi snarks. Oh, grow up, Fi. You can confidently leverage your sexuality in every episode, or you can bitch about missing a date like you'll never get another one, but you can't do both.