On their way out, Michael apologizes for besmirching Fi's dress. Hey, Michael, why not make it up to her by taking her out right now for some Flaming Baked Alaska? She's actually in a forgiving mood, considering the giant gun she just go to walk out of Seymour's house with. "You think this Johnson has something to do with the people who burned you?" she wonders. Michael reasons that the fiber-optic camera is for proof of death. "We've got to find this guy. Now we've got his name, but he could be anywhere." This over a helicopter shot showing how big Miami can look at night when you're searching for one guy.And that's it for the next three weeks, for some reason. Enjoy your break, Michael. And "Bill Johnson," if that's your real name, and if it is, I'm going to be very disappointed.
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