Turning his attention to Bee and Fauxlivia, he tells them to alert him when they have something more concrete. Then he struts by out of his office, using his pecs to demonstrate what he means by concrete. "Well, that went well," says Lee. Ah, don't worry about it. Col. Broyles does that to all the outsiders! Plus he's evil.

In some neighborhood park, a bunch of kids are playing soccer with Canaan sitting on a bench watching them and finally thinking, "Oh yeah, I should pull my collar up over my gross neck." Of course, the stranger watching boys in the park doesn't help allay anyone's suspicion by looking like he's trying to conceal his identity.

An errant kick sends the ball rolling to Canaan's feet, and he picks it up and hands it to the boy who comes to retrieve it. "You know, you're really good," says Canaan. "Thanks," says the boy, a little awkwardly. If it's the boy from the photo, he's older with longer hair, but I suppose that might make sense too.

Over to some dilapidated flophouse, where a couple of guys behind the boarded up windows are injecting themselves with some sort of red drug -- must be an Earth-2 thing. One of them, Mikey, chides the other, Dawes, for using so much since it's all they've got until morning and gets told to shut up. Mikey gets up to go take a leak, while Dawes nods off. It's cold enough in there, despite the presence of more candles than the Police's "Wrapped Around Your Finger" video, to see his breath.

Then he's attacked by Canaan, who easily overpowers him and holds him down on the floor. Then, from his own mouth, Canaan pulls out some sort of a long flexible tube that he stretches out and jams in Dawes' mouth, while a horrified Mikey watches from behind a door. He'd probably go help his friend, but it's supposed to be really healthy to cut off midstream.

But by the time we get back from commercial break, Mikey has shaken off, zipped up and called the police and Farnsworthbot reports to Col. Broyles that it may be their vigilante suspect in Precinct 17, located in the northwest quadrant of the Pelham district. Broyles orders the perimeter locked down in a five-block radius.

Victim's name is Antonio Dawes, who has a record of possession and distribution of narcotics as well as auto theft and burglary, which fits the profile. Lincoln Lee pops up -- despite Col. Broyles' stony reminder that Lee's supposed to be on his way home -- to suggest circulating Dawes' mugshot, because if they're dealing with a shapeshifter, that's what he'll look like. Broyles stares at him, possibly trying to come up with a plausible reason to not do that. Fauxlivia asks what they have to lose and Broyles finally tells the Farnsworthbot to upload the photo onto the citywide database. She says she'll also scan traffic cams in the area as well. Col. Broyles orders Lincoln Bee to assemble a tac team and as Fauxlivia escorts Lee out, Col. Broyles gives him the stinkeye behind his back.