Back at the hotel, Hawke's not so worried about staying in hiding that he can't call home to get nagged by his wife about taking his B6 vitamins. But the phone's ripped from his hands telekinetically by Dinah in the doorway, looking as menacing as a sixteen-year-old blonde chick can.

Dark alley. Frankie pacing. Huntress and Reese watching. Frankie pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Finally, Larry Mullen Jr. shows up (through a door, of course). He gripes that he doesn't like interruptions when he's working. Frankie nervously calls off the hit, but LMJ says he doesn't "do" that. He also doesn't seem to appreciate Frankie grabbing his arm: "You've been coerced. Or you're indecisive. I have no tolerance for either." And when he says he has no tolerance for it, he means it; he breaks Frankie's back and dumps him in a heap. "I don't quit. Ever," he says, to the corpse, I suppose. But Reese steps forward with his gun drawn: "You do this time!" LMJ tries to get away, but Huntress is blocking his path. "What's the matter, can't go through people?" says Reese. Guess not -- a fight ensues, with Helena and Reese tag-teaming LMJ, at least until Helena throws Larry against the wall, and he goes right through it. "Oops!" she says. "Does it always have to end with you throwing a guy against a wall?" he says. They both seem a little too nonchalant about letting the hitman go, if you ask me. Just then, Barbara calls Helena to tell her that Dinah took off without her com set -- and Barbara's worried that she's gone after Hawke. Helena says she's on it.