A flashback plays out as Jack remembers a conversation he had with McKee. McKee talks about Ginny. They went to the malt shop for egg creams, talked all night and held hands. He told her about Jules Verne and Ginny was impressed with how smart he was. She said other boys were stupid. "She kissed me," he says. "It was the kind of kiss that no matter what happened to you the rest of your life, it's enough to know that you had that kiss." Aw. "What happened to her?" Jack asks. "I couldn't tell you," McKee says. Also kind of the truth, as we'll later learn. (In the present, Jack is going on about how much McKee loved Jules Verne. "The future is now," he says. "The future is right around the corner, he said." For real.) The flashback continues with McKee talking about men someday landing on the moon. He dips the business end of his new shiv in a jar of mashed berries.
Back to the present. Jack tells Rebecca about McKee's "killing jar," the jar of insects he kept in his cell. He says McKee got the poison from plants that grew on the island. "Some kind of nightshade." As the guards prepare to take Jack away, Rebecca sneaks in a question about Tommy Madsen. Jack tells her about the blood. He also tells her about the "hole underneath the hole," presumably the place where the Warden's subterranean visitant lives. Rebecca calls Doc and tells him about the nightshade. She asks him to find out if anyone in the city sells it. It grows all over the island, so why would McKee need to buy it? Stop thinking!
Doc pays Nikki a visit while she's in the middle of an autopsy. The tox screens came back negative for all the usual suspects, and cyanide, too. Well, they know its nightshade now, don't they? This scene doesn't serve much purpose but to get Nikki and Doc to smile at each other again.
Rebecca and Hauser stop by the spa long enough to theorize that McKee is "stepping up his game," then head off to meet Doc. Then we see McKee in some lab somewhere, fiddling with a gas canister. He feeds some of the gas into a cage. Inside, a mouse sniffs and squeaks. Man, killing a bunch of jerks in a club is one thing, but what did that mouse ever do to you?
1960. Lucy talks to McKee in the infirmary while Warden James watches on. "Poisoning is a very personal crime," Lucy says. Is it? It seems kind of distanced to me. Lucy wants to know why most of McKee's victims have been men. He avoids answering. "Do you dream about your killings, Mr. McKee?" she asks. "I don't dream, Dr. Sengupta," he says. "Ding-ding-ding, time is up," Warden James says. Is he tired of listening to McKee or trying to keep him from saying more about the dream thing?