Sam notices the tattoo inside the stiff's forearm: a grim reaper haloed by six tears. Which apparently means he was a member of Santa Muerta with six kills to his credit. "A promising start, I guess," Larry admits grudgingly. Upon Michael's prompting about why a hit man is in his loft, Larry explains, "I think Juan Doe here would have preferred the term sicario." Thanks for the cultural sensitivity lesson, muchacho. Michael is not as thrilled to hear that a drug cartel is after him as you might think. Larry assures him that it's not the whole cartel; "So far it's only the guy who runs their cash processing center, Carlos? ...He wants his money back so he won't have to tell his boss." Sam sees through Larry's use of the passive voice and realizes Larry was the one who stole the cash in the first place. "Two million bucks," Larry grins. "You used my name to get close," Michael realizes, because it's not the first time Larry has used that MO. Larry smugly points out using the burned spy persona worked out pretty well. Yes, until he had to "save Michael's life." And we never do find out whether it was Larry or the late sicario who blowtorched the door. Anyway, a moment later, Michael has Larry on the overstuffed couch, pointing his gun at his face. Realizing his charm isn't working, Larry tells Michael more: he went back and tried to take out Carlos, just to spare Michael all this bother, but Carlos was gone at the time. "I killed four guys and he is angry." Sam mutters into Michael's ear, "Mike, I'm just gonna say it. There's room for two in that couch." Hey, you both walked in here with guns, Sunshine. Michael lowers the gun to Larry's heart, and then decides, "It's heavy as it is." Larry brightly offers his own solution: they feed the sicario to the sharks, and then Michael and Larry will kill Carlos, and Michael will get a new identity. Sam protests this lame solution, because Michael on the lam is simply not in the USA Network's budget. Larry impatiently assures Michael that he has the resources to make this happen: protection, guns, IDs. "You will be safe under my wing." Gosh, isn't Michael just in demand from evil men lately? Is Anne Rice writing this season or what? Larry slips Michael a business card, and gives him 24 hours to change his mind. "Someone has to clean this up," he adds on his way to the door. A close-up of Larry's business card includes such tidbits as "Since 1951" (a year when little Timmy Matheson would have been about three) and an e-mail that ends in "freeottermail.com," a clear reference to Matheson's portrayal of Otter in Animal House way back when the word "Belushi" didn't make you think of According to Jim. Michael only notices the new last name. Larry chuckles that he makes too much money to leave lying around, so he uses a fake identity to invest it. "There was this shoe salesman up in Buffalo. He was kind enough to fall on a knife and give me his." Exit Larry. Sam, mildly: "That guy sucks."
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