Well, yes, and here he is, and Michael's having a walk-and-talk with him. "Barry -- The Money Launderer," say the subtitles, because they think we're Guy Pearce in Memento. Michael is trying to convince Barry to use his connections so Michael can play money launderer himself for Eddie's benefit, but Barry isn't biting: "And the next day, you do the Michael Westen thing, stuff starts exploding, and everyone's saying, 'Hey, Barry, wasn't that guy a friend of yours?' Sorry, no can do." I do enjoy Barry. He's so subtly neurotic. Michael leans on him until he gets this offer from Barry to get someone to vouch for him: "Why don't we say five grand. Promise nothing will happen to him, maybe I can do three." "Five it is," Michael says, and dashes off before Barry can change his mind. He's awfully free with Ricky's money, isn't he? Oh, wait.
Michael shows up at Madeline's house to find Sam whipping up some Madras curry, because Madeline's got him hooked on cooking shows. Sam also shows Michael the gun stashed under his apron and says he does an hourly perimeter check. Madeline and her attendant cloud of smoke flounce in just long enough for Sam and Michael to pretend not to be talking about anything, and once she's gone, Sam hands Michael the folder and business card for this week's cover ID: Jimmy Glynn, in real estate, cash churning, and "vague Boston mob connections just for good measure." Sounds like a vague Boston accent is in order. Fortunately, we've come to the right place.
As Michael moves through a flashy club to meet up with Eddie, he VOs about how important it is to get a good read on your target in the moments before you meet him: "Is he insecure? Does he have something to prove?" Judging from the way Eddie's looking like a desperate wallflower even in a VIP alcove, that might just be the case here. Michael goes up to Eddie, working sort of an indeterminate East Coast accent as they greet each other in a way that indicates this meeting was predetermined. Michael acts like he's trying to jolly Eddie along by talking about all the ladies he must get in the music business, but Eddie wants to change the subject (because he's insecure and has something to prove). Michael goes right into his sales pitch: he can get Eddie an untraceable return on his investment in six months, plus a 30-40 percent profit, "minus my cut." Sounds good to Eddie, but when Michael asks for $2 million in cash by the end of the week, Eddie scoffs. Michael acts offended at Eddie's small-time attitude and is about to leave, but Eddie tells him to stay, assuring him that it's not the money but the time frame. Michael says sorry, but he moves fast. He can't be giving people time to Google him, after all. Eddie says he wants to see the real estate first, and they drink to that. Hey, what's Ricky going to say when two Johnnie Walker Blues show up on Michael's expense report? Oh, wait.