(You know, if I were an evil near-genius aerospace engineer with a grudge against the criminal justice system -- much like the late, great John Saxon -- now would be when I staged the prison break for my daughter. After all, why go to all the bother of an elaborate, cop-inconveniencing scheme just to blow myself up? Why not take advantage of the distraction to stir up some real trouble? Everyone's busy at the nursery -- who'll notice one little missing prison sex slave? Clearly, I wouldn't have been enough of an evil genius to, oh, I don't know, hire a decent lawyer to get my daughter a better deal, but you'd think that a near-genius could have swung some serious mayhem instead of settling for some random taunting and an explosive goodbye.)
Anyway, we have to watch all eleventy-billion law enforcement vehicles parade down the road for what feels like for-freakin'-ever. Gil waddles on over to a nursery worker to ask where his fire ant infestation is, and the guy's all, "Usually, people try to stay away from it…" And usually, people don't bring eleventy-billion law enforcement personnel on ant-hunting trips, so try and entertain the idea that you're not dealing with the usual here, Nursery Guy.
Gil sends everyone out to look for ants and loose soil, and we get a lot of people running around with flashlights. Catherine's carrying a long rod as she walks. Is she dowsing for Texans? Nope -- she's using a cell phone detector to find the disposable cell phone that's broadcasting the coffincam to the Internet. She eventually bellows when she's found the webcam transmitter. Everybody sprints on over. Catherine leans down over what must be an air pipe and hollers, "Nicky! Nicky! We're coming! Hang on!" Nicky grunts in response. He can't open his mouth, because his face is covered in ants.
So now is when we get a TMIcam shot of an ant plunging its sharp little mandibles into Nicky's tender skin. From thence, we zoom down into his vein, and go for a ride on the cardiac express with a couple hundred of our erthyrocyte buddies, all heading to the heart.
And then we're getting the corpse-eye view of David the Deadpan Coroner and Emergency Backup David. David sighs and says, "It's damn shame we didn't get to him sooner." "We sure will miss him!" Emergency Backup David says brightly. The camera zooms around so we see that it's Nicky on the table. David picks up a hand covered in purple lumps the size of golf balls, and says, "You know, David, I've seen some fire ant bites in my lifetime, but never anything like this." Emergency Backup David asks sweetly, "Do you think he suffered?" "Do I think he suffered…" David says pensively, "Yes. Definitely." Then the two of them begin laughing.
The scene switches to black-and-white, which is our cue that I am not writing a made-up scene, but rather recapping a hallucination. Don't tell me this episode's going to turn into Jacob's Ladder. Anyway, we hear "Christmas in December" -- insert the caustic comments about using pop culture to add layers on meaning here -- and then Nicky's dad pops on the scene in mid-autopsy to comment, "He'll look great at the funeral. His mother will appreciate that." It's worth noting that Nicky's eyebrows in this scene were borrowed from Joan Crawford. David digs out Nicky's heart and hands it over to Judge Cisco with, "Your son had a good heart."