Across the street, Sam dials his own phone for real, and tells Fi, "If you've been procrastinating, you can't any more. We got the money in the trunk. Just waiting for Justino." From over Justino's shrink-wrapped corpse in her neighbor's bathroom, Fi tells Sam to tell Michael, "The next time he asks me for a favor, I'm gonna ask him what it is before I say yes." Right then Larry comes in, nearly getting himself shot (and what a shame that would be), and says he's there to help. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you've never dressed a corpse before," he condescends. Fi doesn't want his help, but he warns that if this goes wrong because she screwed up, "Everybody is going to end up...very sad." Admirable restraint. He starts ripping the black shirt they're going to put on Justino, saying it's easier to stitch them in. Is it really? Maybe if one is better at sewing than I am. I'd just end up with the shirt sewn to myself. "Your mother must be so proud," Fi says. Larry, for reasons that will be clear later, decides to make friends, saying they have more in common than she thinks. "We both have certain capacities and certain appetites and that is how we connect with Michael." Undeterred by her empty insistence the he doesn't know Michael, Larry presses, "Sometimes you're just what he needs and sometimes he pushes you away." Well, he's half right.