Walking down the sidewalk, Spencer babbles about the aliens, which he now knows aren't real, and how he should have told someone when he first caught onto what was happening, but he didn't have anyone he could trust. "You're lucky. You're just lucky to have people like that." "Yeah," Michael agrees. "If there's ever anything I can do," Spencer says. "Yeah," Michael agrees again. I assume he's being so reticent because he's afraid Spencer might offer to pay him or something. Instead, Spencer takes off, having become yet another guy who owes Michael a favor, out in the world somewhere. If Michael ever decides to relocate out of that loft, just imagine the size of his moving crew.
Once again, Michael presents himself at Garza's hangar, now carrying that bowl he stole. He claims he beat out some Russians for it in an online auction. "I knew you liked Colombian art, so I thought, what better way to say, 'Still want us to be friends.'" He tosses the bowl to Garza, who makes no move to catch it. It shatters at his feet. Maybe he doesn't like Colombian art that much. Annoyed, he says his bosses spotted Michael's screen name on the auction site: MichaelHeartsDiego. "Nice choice you gave me," Garza says. "Cop to the fact that I made contact with you or admit to skimming and accepting bribes from enemies of the state." "Did you choose A?" Michael asks slowly. Garza did; he's now Michael's point of contact in Miami. "Now you don't have to leave town!" Michael says happily. "Win-win!" Garza adds another win for himself: he gets to tell Michael, "The company is not interested in your services at this time." Michael whips out that newspaper article Spencer had to prove what a good guy he really is, but Garza says they already knew about it. "Did you really think that would get you back in?" Clearly Michael did, and he looks a bit like a hurt little boy as Garza says, "The boys upstairs don't want to pin a medal on anyone for that mess. They want to sweep it under the rug." Michael doesn't have anything left to say but to ask Garza to get to know him. "I'm not one of the bad guys." He turns to leave, but Garza says he was told the higher-ups would review Michael's file. "I wouldn't hold my breath, but who knows?" Uh, I do. At least until I look up this show in the TV listings and find Back In in its time slot.
Michael comes home to the loft at night, where Fi has dinner waiting. Or, more accurately, salads in what look like ancient Colombian bowls. Looks like the prop department picked up a few too many. She asks how it went. Michael is noncommittal. "Whatever happens, one of us will be happy, I guess," he grumbles. And then he asks her, rather pissily, "Why can't you be with me on this?" She compares him to Spencer, with his monomania. Michael doesn't disagree: "We both see the world a certain way and we both have skills that make it a better place. That's not a bad thing." He starts getting heated as he says what they just did is "the type of work I was made for, Fi. It's what my old job gave me a chance to do every single day. So no, getting back in isn't just a way to survive, to protect the people I love. It's what I want. And if you truly care about me, you should damn well want for me what I want for myself." Whoa, that's kind of harsh. She doesn't have a response to that, other than to give in. "I'll be with you," she says. But then she leaves, pausing as she walks past him just long enough for the camera to get a good look at the tears in her eyes. Short dinner for her, but she was probably full anyway.