At the TerrorHome, TerrorTeen presents himself to TerrorMom and tells her he's ready to go. She holds out the Briefcase to him, telling him it's "a simple task, but these are the ones where mistakes can be made." He is to drive carefully, and if he sees anyone suspicious in the area, he should drive away and call home. He takes the briefcase from her at 8:23:53, just as the phone rings. "Helleew?" TerrorMom sings into the receiver. Guess what? It's Debbie. She appears to be sitting in her car somewhere. And you won't believe this, but she looks the tiniest bit like Spawn. Oh, goody. When TerrorTeen hears who it is, he stops short on his way out the door and turns around. TerrorMom mutes the phone and hisses at him, "What does she want?" Instead of saying, "I keep telling her Muslims aren't into pork," he says he doesn't know and takes the phone. "I left, like, ten messages on your cell phone," Debbie stresses at TerrorTeen. "Why haven't you called me back?" Um, asked and answered. Rent Swingers some time, Debbie. TerrorTeen tries to blow her off, because his mom is standing right there, but you can tell he doesn't really want to blow her off, and Debbie, if possible, is even less inclined to be blown off. She comes right out and accuses him of seeing someone else. TerrorTeen finally just hangs up on her. TerrorMom advises TerrorTeen that he needs to make clear to Debbie that there won't be any more phone calls. TerrorTeen morosely promises to take care of it later and picks up the briefcase, saying he doesn't "want" to be "late" getting "this" to "Omar."
Driscoll is in her office, and now she's having to justify her decision to send Kiefer out into the field to Curtis. Potato Face sneaks in to tell Curtis that DiCK has arrived and is on his way to holding. Curtis thanks her and heads out, but a freak temblor sets up a sympathetic vibration in Driscoll's office door and sends millions of shards of glass whickering into his vitals. Potato Face is about to leave too, but Driscoll asks her to stay. She's got a question: "Has it occurred to you that we might be farther along if you trusted me half as much as you trust Kiefer?" Potato Face isn't too contrite, and reminds Driscoll of the important information from Witless that Driscoll ignored. Driscoll continues with the Socratic discipline, asking Potato Face why she didn't bring up the internet lead again once TerrorTurk was in custody. Potato Face has to confess that she felt more comfortable going to Kiefer. "Well at least that's honest," Driscoll says, her voice positively dripping with nothing. "You can go back to work now." Potato Face does. Okay, a boss who can't scare suspects is bad enough, but a boss who can't even scare her employees is useless.