Meanwhile, the object of Keiko's yearning is busy getting chemo. Nicole is sitting with him now, and we establish that today, Bryce is feeling okay, but it will be a different story come tomorrow. So tonight, they will eat, drink and make merry, for tomorrow Bryce will see it all over again when he throws it all up. Bryce! Eat soft foods! They'll make the return voyage more easily.

We cut to a hilariously incorrect shot of the Fort Mason area by the Golden Gate Bridge, where I can personally assure you there are no giant, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone-style chessboards and pieces next to the Pacific. Yet here they are, and here Mark and Demetri are, having chanced on what appears to be a fresh crime scene. And what, you ask, is the crime being scene-d? Detective John "That's My Real Name" Smith says, "Some guy from the chess club took two in the back of the head." By the way, "that guy" is Ian McKinnon. Mark and Demetri look at each other all, "Crap. All that time in airport security for nothing." I hope for their sakes they flew in and out of Oakland; it's much saner than SFO.

Once he's back in L.A., Mark arranges to have a perambulatory meeting with Vogel where he sketches out the McKinnon development and concludes that it probably would not have happened had a mole inside the office not passed along the breaking news to Dyson Frost somehow. Vogel says, "I've been authorized to give full agency support, a fresh pair of eyes, all that crap. You got a play?" Mark does: it's the HR equivalent of blast fishing. Vogel admires this, but reminds Mark, "Don't forget who your friends are." Mark huffs, "What's unacceptable is that one of them is my enemy."

The next morning, the full and awesome might of the CIA descends upon the FBI office -- first the phalanx of Men (and Women) in Black, then a ton of techs. Wedeck inquires, at the top of his lungs, as to what's going on. Vogel smoothly defuses him and tells him he'll be needing his cell phone. Mark watches the agents frogmarching his coworkers to a conference room and divesting them of their phones, and he looks guilty. Even Simon gets the suspect treatment, much to his pique.