Back at the warehouse, Trent's henchmen have been subdued, kidney-punched, and loaded into a van for more discrete beatings elsewhere, and the detectives are busy putting the final pieces of this caper into place. "This is why Trent's crew hit so many check-cashing stores so quick," Sam explains to Hunt. "He needed cash because there was a shipment on the way." Sounds lucrative -- has anyone suggested this plan to Henry Paulson? It could fix our credit crunch problems lickety split. But Trent had a vastly different need for instant liquidity -- he was importing heroin, if the contents of the crates are anything to go by. But Sam notices something else in the crate -- toy Mars rover not unlike the one that's been shadowing him for large swaths of this episode. Let's chew on that one together while the sound of a respirator dominates the soundtrack.

"You did good, Tyler," Hunt says, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam doesn't immediately flinch, screaming, "Bad touch!" so I guess these two are going to work things out. I'm less confident in the solidity of Sam's long-term relationship with Carling, however. And Sam gets that same impression: "You and I are not going to get along, are we?" Carling agrees that they are not: "Eventually, I will burn you down. And I will bag your ashes. And I will bury your ashes in the yard where my big dog craps big crap." So what you're saying is... there's a chance the two of you could be friends?