Across town, Lloyd is pleading with some uptight hospital administrator type to help him find a place where Dylan can be safe. The administrator is so uncomfortable with the man cable news has dubbed "history's greatest mass murderer" that he can't even look him in the eye -- but his powers of bureaucratese and obstruction remain undiminished, and thus the middle manager visits his own Babbitt-y revenge upon the monster Lloyd. Or he would have, if that meddling Olivia hadn't taken pity on Dylan and Lloyd and arranged a transfer to the private hospital Travers. Lloyd thanks Olivia, tagging on a self-deprecating "I don't suppose anybody will be helping me much in the foreseeable future." Olivia smiles up at him, "You need help? I'll help." Lloyd is touched.
Demetri and Mark are about to get some dim sum and some quality time with Nhadra. She does not look terribly thrilled to see them when they stroll into the restaurant. As Demetri walks to her table, she tells him, "You shouldn't have come here." "You called me, remember?" Demetri says. Nhadra says, "That was a mistake, clearly. You being here now, you've set things in motion that will end very badly for you." Mark sits down with "Can we skip over all the histrionic action movie cliches? 'Cause I'm way too jet-lagged to deal with any of it right now." Demetri asks who Nhadra is and why she called him, and Nhadra says, "I was trying to warn you. Your death is the first in a long line of dominoes that I'd rather not see fall down." She also claims she can't stop this series of unfortunate events and "if I tell you more, the act of telling you may end up bringing about the unfortunate incident we are all trying to avoid." Demetri can't be having with dorm-room discussions of predetermination and predictive outcomes; he wants information and he wants it now. So Nhadra lays it down for him: Demetri will be shot three times, at close range, in the chest. The close range of the wounds implies that Demetri knows his killer -- and the fact that the bullets which will kill him come from Mark's FBI gun would seem to suggest that Mark is the one who does the deed. Demetri points out that initially, Nhadra had said she didn't who killed him; Nhadra shrugs that she lied. She figured that was one way to prevent the murder. I admit, her logic has lost me here. She then wigs out both men by reciting his gun's serial number (A561984): "Presumably, in the next few months, a reason [to kill Demetri] will present itself." She then tells them she's done talking, and her four well-armed bodyguards look like they're ready to crack some FBI skulls together in lieu of ringing the dismissal bell. Mark gets up, and Nhadra whispers, "Don't ..." but it's too late. Mark now has himself a hostage. Oh, Wedeck is going to have kittens over this. We're going to come back from the hiatus period and discover everyone in Los Angeles shoving adorable fuzzy baby cats off the desk from Wedeck's massive kitten-having reaction. (And Simon will learn the feline language and train them all to do his bidding as part of his massive "hunt down D. Gibbons" project.)
Demetri is like, "What are we doing, Mark?" and the answer is ... creating a no-win international incident, as they get to the street, tons of security has boxed them in, and there is no way out. Not without someone getting more perforated than a doily, anyway. Marshall Vogel rolls up all,