It is the middle of the night and our girl Max is climbing out of the water onto a boat. She's wearing a leather outfit. Which isn't exactly what I would choose to swim in, but hey, whatever turns you on. There are a bunch of Bad Men walking around. You can tell they are Bad Men because they are smoking and talking about money and hanging out on a boat that is docked! Max sees one of the Bad Men leave a briefcase of money sitting out in the open. So she swipes the cash. 'Cause she's a bad, bad girl, but not as bad as the Bad Men, because she doesn't smoke. One of the Bad Men notices that the money is gone and demands of the other Bad Man where it is; he claims he left it right there.

We cut back to Max getting busted mid-heist by two Bad Men henchmen. And, you know, she's kind of a shitty thief. I mean, this is the second time in as many episodes that she has gotten caught halfway through a robbery. Good thing she's bionic and can take out anyone who catches her. So she, of course, swabs the deck with their butts, but not before mentioning that one of them is "kinda cute." Then she puts her leather backpack on both shoulders and dives off the side of the boat. In her leather outfit. As she looks back toward the boat, she sees that the Bad Men are fighting about the missing loot, and then they kill each other. Because that's what Bad Men do. By the way, this scene purportedly takes place in Seattle Harbor. Being from Seattle, I can tell you that no one calls anything the Seattle Harbor. The Sound? Sure. Lake Union? Fine. The Seattle Harbor? No.

Now we see the intro to Dark Angel, which I swear we did not see last time, because I would have remembered all those pictures of a Jessica Alba as a fetus. Oy.

The Private Dick is talking on the phone to some hapless halfwit whose wife is cheating on him with his mistress, or something, when he notices that Lydecker is standing in the room. Turns out the Private Dick is being blackmailed by Lydecker, a.k.a. Mr. Bad Guy. It seems their deal is that Lydecker will not rip out the Private Dick's fingernails anymore if he fills him in on Max's comings and goings. Which sounds like a fine deal to me. Mr. Bad Guy wants the Private Dick to be very clear about how important this girl is to him: he would peel every inch of skin from Private Dick's body if it would bring him one heartbeat closer to Max. He knows she's out there and eventually she's going to have to come up for air, and when she does, he wants to be there. Hey, Mr. Bad Guy? You were right next to her last week, and you didn't even recognize her. You may want to re-think your little plan while you try to get a clue.