"That was a short meeting," Fi answers, before hearing the chaos and yelling on the other end. Michael is putting up a fight against several captors, until the Ukrainian boss hits him with a stun baton and he goes down. In subtitled Russian, he also orders his men to bring Beck along, since they were together. Both men get dragged out unconscious. Looks like Michael's cold approach just heated up big time.
Next thing you know, we're all the way out in the Everglades. The SUV leads the delivery van down a dirt road. In the back of the van, Michael and Beck have their hands zip-tied together around a pole, while the lead goon and one minion sit across from them. "In a hostage situation," Michael VOs, "the same things that get you killed will extend your life." I don't know what that has to do with what Beck does, which is to try and get himself out of this by telling the Ukrainians all about how he has nothing to do with this, and they don't want to piss off the people he works for anyway. "No harm, no foul," he says magnanimously. Michael's VO explains what it meant before: "If you have money, you'll live 'til you pay. If you have information, you'll live till you talk." Since Beck can't hear the VO, he keeps talking, insisting he just met Michael five minutes ago. "What do you think they're gonna do?" Michael asks him quietly. "Drop you off at Starbucks, give you a couple of bucks for a cup of coffee? Shut up and we'll figure it out." But Beck keeps bitching, which prompts the VO to conclude, "And if you have nothing, you're pretty much disposable." Which must be why the second goon pulls his gun on Beck. Michael speaks up, in subtitled Russian: "The coward thinks he can buy his life by betraying me." The leader says to his lackey, "We bring them both to Chechik. Let him decide what he wants to do." Beck fails to thank Michael for saving his life. Like Michael wanted to be zip-tied to a dead guy anyway.
Fi arrives at the crime scene, and gets past the police cordon way too easily by putting on the act of a distraught woman whose husband never came out after the flashing and banging started. Reassuring to see that Miami cops are back to being morons. That done, she gets on her cell phone to update Sam on the situation. She's still on the phone with him when she spots Michael's shades and cell phone in the plant. Contaminating the crime scene with remarkable efficiency, she grabs both and sees the photo Michael took of the team's leader. "We gotta find Strickler," Sam says, already zipping up his gun bag at Madeline's house. "Maybe he can put some names to these faces." Fi doesn't like the idea, but Sam says, "He's all we got. Plus it'll give us a chance to kick his teeth in." "Well, I'm wearing my teeth-kicking heels," Fi says through her own teeth. "See you in five." She hangs up. But before Sam can get out the front door of the house, Madeline blares from behind him, "Is there something wrong?" Sam plays innocent, claiming he's just off on an errand. "So why are you packing your gun and your bulletproof vest?" she asks, going around him and closing the door, blocking his way. Oh, good, I think my favorite thing Madeline does is get stubborn in time-critical situations. Although I guess the last time that happened, she did end up getting new curtains out of the deal. Maybe this time she's hoping for updated wallpaper.
In the delivery van, the boss asks the driver how far they are from their destination, and is told thirty minutes. "After the adrenalin rush of an operation comes a crash," Michael VOs. "Heightened reflexes and awareness don't last. Two boring hours of driving later, even the sharpest killing machine lets down his guard." In fact, they'll actually start to doze off, if what we're seeing is any indication. Michael is busy trying to work that pole loose from the floor, and he quietly tells Beck, "You do not want to meet this guy Chechik. When it's time, get to the back door and open it." And hope it's not locked, I guess. Beck asks what's up, and all Michael tells him is, "Just remember to set your jaw." Beck looks at him in confusion, and the next thing that happens is that Michael is up off his bench seat, yelling at Beck and elbowing him hard in the chin to help sell it. When the two goons get up to intervene, suddenly that pole comes loose, and Michael is fighting them. Beck makes it to the back door, but hesitates at the sight of the dirt road unspooling below him at what must be a breakneck twenty miles per hour. He doesn't exit until he's forced out by the bodies of Michael and the goon he's grappling with, who fall onto the hardpan next to him. The leader stays in the van, watching out the open back door. Michael finishes dispatching the guy he spilled out with as the two vehicles screech to a halt. "We have to head into he trees," Michael tells Beck, who takes the goon's gun and starts shooting at the truck, still saying he's got nothing to do with it. I'm no expert, but I think that if you open fire on one of the parties in a dispute, you have become involved. Michael takes the goon's knife and cuts the bounds at his wrists before dragging Beck into the woods, saying, "What do you want, an apology?" It would probably be in Russian anyway. The bad guys open fire as Beck and Michael disappear into the words, and a foot pursuit begins.
Luckily for Michael, he and Beck seem to have opened up a substantial lead during the ads. The bad guys are after them, but can't see them through the dense woods. Okay, thanks for the update.And then we're back at Madeline's, where Sam is also deep in the weeds. He's trying to get out of the house without telling Madeline what's going on, but she's not having it. Clearly she's prepared to force the issue until UPS starts delivering pieces of Michael to her. That'll teach Sam to keep her in the dark. Fi busts in, wondering what the holdup is, and Madeline smiles, "Oh, look, there's Fiona! She never shows up when there's trouble." Madeline doesn't seem entirely on top of the cause-and-effect relationship between Fi and trouble. Sam claims they're just going to a movie. "Well, I'm in the mood for a matinee," she smiles pleasantly. Should I bring a gun, too?" Fi starts to say something, but Madeline's in no mood. "Don't you patronize me," she threatens. "Did I fall apart the last time you told me what was going on?" Well, no, but your sunroom did. Fi breaks down and says Michael's been taken, and that's all they know. Finally Madeline lets them go, but not without reminding Sam that she'll smother him in his sleep if he doesn't call as soon as they know anything. Yes, because I'm sure Sam will want to spend a lot of time briefing Madeline while he's out rescuing her son.
In the forest, Beck's tired of running and calls a halt, enforcing it by waving the gun around. "You want to shoot me?" Michael offers. "You'll have the same problem but with one less bullet." Beck figures he can just drag Michael back as a peace offering, alive or dead. Michael promises, "I got you into this, I will get you out. If we head east--" Beck hates that idea. "We got enough problems without adding alligators to the list." Oh, Beck, alligators are not in this show's budget. Beck starts to go off on his own, and Michael advises him