Burn Notice

No yogurt for me tonight, so let's kick it right into gear.  Michael Westen’s voiceover informs us to lay out a plan of action before anything starts.  Mommy and Daddy shouldn’t fight in front of the mark, after all.  Fi and Michael pull up in front of a Miami home to do a little bounty hunting.  Michael’s hoping to use the extra cash to bribe his way back into his old job.  Fi would…rather spend it on drugs?  Really?  Michael uncovers a nice sized weapon from the trunk and agrees to compromise by buying Fiona dinner.  They synchronize watches and Fiona runs inside, with a 3 minute deadline.  Michael watches her walk away with a smirk (and a clear glance at her almost non-existant butt).

Fi walks into a party and eyes Randal, the “Charmless Sleazebag.”  Michael waits outside, and Detective Paxon makes her first appearance, as a “Distracting Cop.”  Inside, Fi demands her client’s $20K from Randall.  Michael tries to talk down Paxon outside, while the 3 minutes tick away on his watch.  Inside, Fi’s threatening to carry Randall off, waiting on Michael to rush in to help.  Paxon’s holding Michael hostage outside, so Fi resorts to violence (no shock) and busts her way out with a chair through the window.  On a side note, there are some fantastic cars in the driveway.  Do you think the production crew shelled out a ton of money just to park them in a driveway for one shot?  They must’ve had some extra budget money left over this episode.  When the awesome-car-owning thugs try to rush Fiona, they’re stopped in their tracks by the sight of Paxon and her clear air-de-police.  Besides the ability to ward off angry hordes, Paxon has come with a gift:  a police tail for Michael.  That might cause some issues with their extra curricular activities.

Fiona and Michael are on their date later that night at the Carlito, their usual restaurant.  Fi is unimpressed, but to be fair they are just as poor as they started that morning.  To make the date complete, Sam arrives.  As our B plot for this episode, Sam’s being audited.  Poor Sam, I feel for you.  The three of them are looking equally depressed.  While Fi starts into her dessert, Sam invites himself into the….no longer a date.