Michael and Carlos are in the Charger, staging a stakeout of Jack, who's eating lunch on the sidewalk in front of the Hotel Victor, with Sam reading a newspaper at the next table. So it's a fake stakeout. I'd just call it a fakeout, but that's already a thing. Michael has a parabolic microphone pointed out the window at Jack as he VOs, "The key to fake surveillance is delivering real boredom. If someone suffers for the information you're feeding them, they're much more likely to believe it." Michael refuses to share his chips, and Carlos whines about wanting to snatch Jack now. "How'd that work out last time for you, genius?" Michael asks, claiming that Jack is too protected to touch. Of course Carlos has no way of knowing that he's sitting in the main protector's car right now. He's about to call in a hit anyway, but as he's dialing his phone, Michael takes off his sunglasses and puts them on the dash. Of course that's the signal. And of course Jack misses it, so it's a good thing Sam's there as backup. He flaps his newspaper loudly. "Showtime, buddy," he reminds Jack. "Just read the script exactly the way I wrote it." Good thing parabolic microphones have such a narrow focus. So Jack pretends to dial his cell phone, and has a fake conversation with an even faker Justino, where they apparently arrange for Jack to pick up his cut of the cash Michael wants Carlos to think Jack and Justino stole together. "When Justino shows up at his meeting, he's gonna be so dead," Carlos says. Michael nods politely, but you can tell he's either filled with disdain at how behind the curve Carlos's threat is, or at its lack of imagination.