A moment later, Erik sees Madeline's car peel out into the road, and he dives behind a low wall at the edge of the parking lot. That's where Michael finds him and socks him in the gut (fourteen!). Michael berates Erik for scaring off the assassin with the "hand cannon." The stress is getting to Pete, but he's still not ready to run; he wants to call for help. But not from Quinn, obviously. Michael mocks the idea, but then says that he himself "knows some people." Just then, Erik sees Quinn's SUV squealing into the parking lot, and runs back toward his office to meet him. But before leaving, he tells Michael to make the call, whatever it costs.
Michael goes and meets Joey a few blocks away, where he told him to wait in the car. Joey slides over to let Michael in and starts to apologize. Michael says they'll talk about it later, as he dials his phone. "Remember that bug that you helped me make? Well, now we're going to do some listening."
One splitscreen later, we're listening to Quinn yelling at Erik for being seen in the parking lot with a gun, and how that threatens some possible deal at the docks. Erik makes lame excuses, and Quinn cuts to the chase: "Are you using again?" Huh, you'd think April would have mentioned that Erik's an ex-druggie. Erik denies it. Quinn reminds Erik that he doesn't mind doing the dirty work, as long as Erik does his part and behaves himself. Erik insists that he's fine. With an unspoken threat, Quinn leaves. Nicholas Lea makes a better heavy now that he has, in fact, gotten a bit heavier.
Having heard the whole thing, Joey is happy to hear his stepdad "totally freaking out." Michael says Joey has to promise to stay at Madeline's until they're done. Satisfied, Joey promises. Now instead of going to jail for attempted murder, he can do what any other normal thirteen-year-old would do in Madeline's house, which is get started on some gnarly lung tumors.
Michael and Erik wait in a seedy underground parking lot as Michael VOs, "When you push someone to the point of desperation, there's always a chance they'll go looking for help. Which could be a problem, unless you're the one providing the help." Right on cue, Sam and Fi drive up in the Charger, wearing suits and oozing dangerous cool. Sam declines to give either his and or Fi's name (he's saving "Chuck Finley" for later, apparently), but says they can easily find the would-be killers and take them out, for a price Sam quotes as "forty to start, forty to finish." Erik says fifty flat, and Sam and Fi start to walk. Erik gives in, and takes a lunch bag full of cash out of the trunk of his car and holds it out to Fi, saying he wants to be there when it goes down. Fi agrees. Now, I've heard of police officers going undercover as hit men, so this is all perfectly kosher. But then, After Fi and Sam leave, Michael treats Erik to another body blow (fifteen!) and yells at him for negotiating with their lives. "If this doesn't work, we've got two options: run or die." He doesn't add that Fi's more than fine with helping Erik put that second one into effect.
Michael returns to the loft with a bag of groceries to find Sam and Fi waiting, back in their civvies. Sam remarks that he walked as slowly as he could when it looked like Erik was going to blow the deal, but Michael says it worked, and that's all that matters; Erik's convinced that he'll have to run if this fails. "And fail we will," Sam promises. He's even found a good location: a storefront church belonging to an ex-Navy chaplain buddy who's now in Guatemala. Which is not really necessary for what they have planned, but it's going to turn out to be vital for their backup plan (spoiler!). Michael starts unpacking the groceries.
Sam mixes up a batch of fake blood out of corn syrup, food coloring, gelatin, milk, and God knows what else. You can tell Bruce Campbell has moved up in the world, because he's stirring it in a mixing bowl instead of a 55-gallon drum. Michael VOs, "If you want the appearance of a gunshot without actually dying, you need to create a high-powered burst of blood." Sam's got the stuff ready, while Michael and Fi are busy with the delivery system: "A bottle cap packed with a bit of plastique explosive does the trick nicely." Oddly, we don't see Michael or Sam warning Fi to make the explosions smaller this time. They fill tiny Ziploc bags with the fake blood and attach them to the even tinier bombs, sealing the edges with duct tape. Now they've got a small arsenal of homemade squibs. "Rig a few remote charges to create the sound of a firearm, [Michael and Fi tape one of the squibs to the wall and hold up a plastic dropcloth to protect the furniture] "And you've got everything you need." Michael hits a remote, and the squib pops, spattering the plastic with red. Good thing they remembered to set them up to only blow one at a time, or else they would have run into rather a setback, not to mention a large mess, when every squib in Michael's kitchen went off at once. "Looks like we're good to go," Sam says, and calls Erik on his cell phone. "I believe we've found the person that's been trying to kill you," he reports in a businesslike voice.
In a charmingly (not to say condescendingly) "ethnic" neighborhood of Miami, Erik and Michael meet Sam and Fi, who are casually waiting at a sidewalk table. Of the four of them, it's worth mentioning that Erik's the only one not wearing a white shirt. Sam points across the street to the abandoned storefront church, saying that's where the shooter is holed up. Erik wonders how they found them so fast. Sam and Fi share some fake details of their "investigation," which you don't need to know about except that the made-up original owner of the fictional car that Erik supposedly sold to "Pete" was none other than the busiest man in South Florida, Chuck Finley. "We'll hit them around the back, through the alley," Sam says. "Easy-peasy."
Sam and Fi get a weapons bag out of the trunk of the Charger and head up the alley as Michael and Erik follow. "Getting the target to do what you want requires a delicate touch," Michael VOs. "Sometimes you're a bully, and sometimes you're a friend." Sam tells his "clients" to wait behind the corner while he and Fi go on ahead with their weapons at the ready, full of confidence. "You have to know when to give the target help and comfort," Michael VOs, nodding reassuringly at Erik, "and when to take it away." With that, he reaches into his pocket and squeezes a button.
The front of Fi's white blouse pops redly three times, and she goes down, giving every appearance of being mortally wounded. I watch it in slow motion several times. "Get back!" Sam yells at Erik and Michael. "Where are they? Where are they!" Then his squibs go off, front and back, and he tumbles backward into a pile of garbage, twitching theatrically. "Run!" Michael roars to Erik, and they take off down the alley. Now it's Fi's turn. She presses a remote in her supposedly dead hand, and as Erik looks back without slowing down, Michael turns into Warren Beatty at the end of Bonnie & Clyde. Erik keeps running, looking back in wide-mouthed panic. Somehow he makes it out alive, though. The fake bad guys must have run out of fake bullets f