Burn Notice

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Hello, Larry

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.

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.

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Burn Notice

Episode Report Card
M. Giant: A- | Grade It Now!
YOU GRADE IT
Hello, Larry

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.

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.

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