Michael looks quizzically at the gun and remarks about the kind of bullets that are loaded in the gun. Seymour tells Michael that he learned a lesson the last time they met and he is prepared. He should probably have his security club membership card revoked. She is holding him at gunpoint with his own gun. Fiona disarms the security guy and holds him at gunpoint. Michael says hello to Seymour, who takes one look at Michael and starts screaming for security. Michael wants to talk to Seymour and Fiona agrees to take out the security guy who is behind the bar making smoothies. Straggly hair, beard, paunchy belly, wearing lots of white linen. He is exactly what you would picture a nerdy Miami arms dealer to look like. I would harp about sexism and hop on my feminist horse, but it’s at this point that we get a look at Seymour and I am thankful that he is covered up. Seymour is having a party and it appears that the only requirement was that the females wear as little as possible while the males wear manpri bathing suits. Fiona has an exasperated look on her face, but follows him. Fiona hands Michael some suntan lotion and asks him to “do her shoulders.” Michael takes the lotion and as he applies it, he tells Fiona that if she wants to talk about what happened the other night, but Fiona interrupts him and says that it was nothing and they were just “blowing off some steam, right?” Michael decides it’s time to go in and walks away. Fiona seems less concerned and reminds Michael that Seymour was “enchanted” by Michael. Michael kicked him around a bit and threw gun powder in his face. Michael and Fi reminisce about their favorite arms dealer, Seymour and how the last time they met things didn’t turn out so great. She has a point, but he did try to kill Michael, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt here. Fi gripes a little that all they ever do is look for the bomber. Anyway, Fi is worried that she has on too much clothing, but Michael assures her that she looks fine and that they are there to find out about the bomber. I bet she doesn’t sit around debating which gummi bear flavor tastes the best. They both look hot and I am reminded once again that Gabrielle Anwar has 3 children. She has on a teal sarong with fringe and matching teal hankerchief tied around her hair. Fiona has on a itsy bitsy teeny weeny purple flowered bikini.
Michael has on maroon colored swimming trunks–not a speedo–and a open white button down shirt. Michael and Fiona are walking up a HUGE house. We open with aerial shots of Miami and Michael voiceovers that in order to be a spy, you have to blend in to your surroundings. Thanks, Gwennie! You did a fantastic job.
First off, thanks to the wonderful Gwennie for filling in for me last week.
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