And now, the sting, only without Paul Newman or the tinkling ivories of Scott Joplin. Mark and Demetri are outside Ingrid's House of Birds, while Janis is on the inside, eying all the beady-eyed avians with a mix of wariness and curiosity. She breaks the ice by complimenting Ingrid on her "amazing birds," and Ingrid replies, "My babies. The only real family I've ever had. Each one is special to me. I can't believe I ever thought of giving them up." Um, awwww? I think? I'd treat you all to a monologue on the fearsomeness of birdy talons and cruelly-curved beaks, except I voluntarily live with a 20-pound cat who clicks around on his own Fu Manchu-length set of claws and expresses affection by sinking his teeth into any tender, exposed flesh he can find, so really, I have no (toothmarked) leg to stand on here. ANYWAY, Ingrid goes on to share her flashforward: She was blonde, working with birds at the Bronx zoo, and most certainly not with her friends here. "So the next day, I put [the store] up for sale." Janis notes that the market for bird stores appears to have fallen prey to the recession. Ingrid's philosophical: "It was all for the best. I don't know what I was thinking, changing my life for a future that might not even come true." Janis looks very thoughtful at this.
Outside, Demetri and Mark are gossiping about Demetri's relationship with Zooey, and blah blah blah, whatever. We get it, Demetri's facing down murder and grappling with how to best spend his time before he's consigned to the Bureau Invisible.
Back inside Ingrid's Aviary, the lady is generously offering Janis one of her cockatiels as a symbol of gratitude. Janis tries to duck out with, "Ingrid, if you truly loved your birds, you're not going to want to give one to me, but thank you." Before things can get awkward with Ingrid forcibly thrusting a bird into Janis's arms, the power goes out. The mercs are back for Ingrid. Janis raises the boys on radio, and Mark orders some unseen troops to surround the perimeter.