Down on the pool deck below, it's totally the opposite of the kind of scene Gilroy favors. A lone woman sits on a chaise lounge reading a book, and is startled when a queen-size mattress drops into the pool in front of her. "I said a better idea!" Larry says, climbing over the railing above as the sicarios bang on the barricaded hotel room door. Jack wants to just climb over to another balcony, but Michael assures him it'll be safe if he hits the mattress, and Larry adds that they'll kill him if he stays on this floor. Which, just for reference, is the fourth one. Larry leaps first as Michael VOs, "The key to surviving a fall into shallow water is safely displacing your body's mass." Larry lands on the mattress, flat on his back, and then the moment he rolls off into the waist-deep pool, Michael and Jack jump together. "A flat surface floating on top can help absorb and distribute your weight evenly." Michael also hits the mattress, but Jack doesn't. "Miss the target, and you may as well be jumping right onto concrete." Jack's foot does the same thing on the bottom of the pool that Claude's did in the alley last week, and he comes up screaming. Larry and Michael haul him out, Larry remarking to the sunbather, "Crazy, huh?"Yeah, just wait until it starts raining sicarios.
Back at Fi's place, she's pretty grumpy at Michael for bringing Larry over with him and Jack. "It's not like he didn't already know your address," Michael points out, and adds, "If I let him out of my sight, that's when he starts killing everyone." Which is an excellent point. Sitting in a bedroom chair with his broken and booted foot up on a stool, Jack clears his throat to ask if he can elevate it on the bed. Fi refuses as rudely as possible: "That is a Hungarian goose down duvet!" Jack's next request is for an explanation. Michael sits down and slowly tells Jack what Carlos thinks happened: "We robbed him of two million dollars and killed four of his friends. We need to convince him that somebody else did it, preferably somebody who's already dead so the body count doesn't go any higher." What's wrong with Larry? He's already dead in at least one sense that we know of for sure, and probably more. Fi adds that they need to make it look like an inside job, to make Carlos think, "His own sicario, Justino Valverde robbed him." "And this is something you're hopefully really good at," Jack ventures, which, since he's new around here, is a fair question. Michael explains how they'll do it, which I won't get into since we're about to see it done anyway, and Jack seems to get it. "It's like an illusion!" he Gobs. On his way out of the room, Michael mutters to Fi, "I'm starting to regret saving his life." Fi follows him out, as Jack plaintively asks them if they're making a decision. The updated subtitles swoop in: "Jack Fleetwood, AKA Jack Yablonski AKA The Client." So the subtitles have decided, at least.