After the commercial break, the FBI is hard at work trying to solve the disappearance of an English prisoner from a German prison? Am I missing something? Charlie tells Broyles that they found out that Salman Kohl kept a slush fund under an assumed name. Broyles suggests it's for a mistress, and Charlie wonders if it might be something less salacious and more interesting. "Let me know if you find something useful," says Broyles.
Olivia stands in some kind of military warehouse parking garage that appears to have lines for a basketball court? Huh? Anyway, a truck pulls up and the military police take the hood off the prisoner they've got in back. Probably worried about Mitchell Loeb's x-ray vision, which is only thwarted by the blanket they've got over his head. The MPs help him down from the back of the truck.
They stand face to face, and Olivia says she thinks he knows where Jones is, since Mitchell helped him escape the night she was kidnapped. "You're not someone I really wanna work with," says Mitchell. If that hurts Olivia's feelings, she doesn't show it. But she does have a transfer order for him to Wallinsridge State Prison. "You know what that place is like, Mitchell?" she asks him. See, this isn't one of the deals where if you co-operate you get to go to a cushy Club Fed. This is one of those deals where if you don't co-operate, you get sent to Rapeshank. But Loeb's still not biting. He says it doesn't matter if she finds Jones or not: "He's just a part of the army. What is written will come to pass. And nothing you do can stop it. Nothing."
Olivia seems a little surprised that he withstood her implied threats of sending him to Oz, but she does her best to glare at him while she answers her cellphone. It's Broyles, telling her to get the Bishops and meet him at Boston General Hospital.
That's where Broyles introduces them to the late Thomas Avery, who owned a news stand, and is now lying on a slab, with thick goopy skin covering up his mouth, nose and eyes. "Ceramides. They act as a signalling molecule in skin. They control how the cells grow and differentiate." He's got two theories: one is a mutation that caused these lipids to seal off all orifices. He asks if they checked his anus and penis, which is cue for Peter to act like a twelve-year-old again. As usual, Walter's got to be prompted to remember the other thing he was going to say, which is: coffee cake. He loves him some coffee cake!