I was wrong about that. Corrected above.
And, last week, I saw it as a real person's legs in pants in the trunk.
This week, I don't think the cops would be so convinced of her murder by Gene or later the Chechens if there was no body.
I just rewatched after reading your entire spot-on post, @tennisgurl, and this^ ("Fuches truly is a cockroach") rang so true; Fuches actually fuckin' (or is that "Fuchin'," heh?) scurries like a cockroach. ETA: I guess Sally is a kind of cockroach too.
But, wow, Stephen Root manages to convince us that this incapable slimeball really could hypnotize several gangs of killers to do his bidding. Satan incarnate?
When Fuches says to the gangs, "actually pulling the trigger, ending a life, well, that takes someone with no soul," for half a minute I thought he hesitated to kill Gene because he (Fuches) had a soul, but, no, he doesn't kill because he doesn't want to be responsible, but he's fine orchestrating killing.
And, BTW, would Barry have gone on that killing rampage without Fuches having orchestrated his life for these years since he came back with his dishonorable discharge from killing the innocent? IDK. He did it in Afghanistan. But a real friend would've at least steered Barry towards therapy rather than being a professional assassin.
Why does Sally think being an artist means telling the truth? That's more like being a historian. I mean, if I paint a portrait of someone, I don't hesitate to take off a few pounds or years -- being an artist is creating something more than a photograph or unedited documentary. Hader and Berg are having Sally call truth-telling "art," but do they really think that? Or is it just supposed to be Sally being wrong about being an artist?