Some kind of memorial is already going on at the fashion house, with Damon presiding and a big portrait of Isabella up on the wall. "When dealing with a pathological liar, don't bother looking for signs of a guilty conscience," Michael VOs as he and Sam witness Damon's performance. "True deceivers enjoy the lie. They know to look you dead in the eye and usually shed a few tears on demand. So if you want to know when they're lying, look for the little smile that comes when deceiving a room full of people." So then what about the shit-eating grin above the subtitle reading "Damon -- Stylish Bastard"? Obviously Michael and Sam are not fooled. "Let's see how he does when we mess with his script," Michael suggests.
Later, Damon walks around the room, thanking a police detective for his work on the murder of his "dear friend," when Michael comes up claiming to be someone named Max, specifically, "Isabella's Max." He says they need to talk. He drags Damon into Damon's opulent office, rattling off a bunch of crap about rerouting Italy shipments through Paris, searches and seizures, LaGuardia, etc. Damon wants to back up: "Who the hell are you?" Michael pretends like he's just realizing that Isabella didn't tell Damon who he was. "Suffice it to say I'm Max, her other business partner. From L.A." Damon's still not getting it, which is not surprising because this is all a lie, so Michael grabs a few swatches off the desk and tosses them at Damon. "I starch heroin into Isabella's fabrics," he claims. Is that even possible? "We're running about four million dollars a week so we need to improve our communication here." Michael's doing that thing he sometimes does where he intimidates people by suddenly starting to shout in THE MIDDLE OF A SENTENCE! While Damon sniffs the swatches curiously, Michael VOs, "When you make an approach as a spy, you need to choose a role that puts you in the center of the action and explains why no one's ever heard of you before. Claiming to be a criminal can kill two birds with one stone. You throw around some names and dates and places to confuse them, show them some account books to make it sound credible, and make the dollar figures big enough to play to their greed." "Did you say four million a week?" Damon asks, showing how that last one works. He's slowly catching up. Michael blows past that, saying the murder investigation better not lead to a narcotics case, or else, "My new business partner gets strangled to death with his DESIGNER TIE!" See? He did it again. Damon says there's a clear suspect, and although he's currently "missing," the cops will find him soon. He is careful to leave out the part where the suspect was set up by Damon himself. Michael threatens that the suspect better turn up soon, "Or they're going to have another body to investigate."