John walks forward toward the man and his keyboard: "Nice rig!" Then he starts reading Braille. You heard me. Apparently, you lose your memory, and then you can communicate with the blind. John says, "What charities are after adult males, ages twenty to thirty, no medical history, no deformities, blood type AB negative." Ray snaps off his computer with the wicked-switch under his desk, only John's reading from a print-out -- it doesn't magically disappear once the computer shuts down. Doe explodes. He goes for Ray's neck, screaming, "Where'd they take him, where'd they take him!" Frank hauls him off the poor man, and as they leave the house, Ray tells them to get a warrant if they ever want to come back. Wow. That was productive. Or not.
Outside. Frank and Doe walk toward the car. The cop tells the non-cop that he needs to go back to "charm" school. Doe explains that Ray's computer was running a "parallel special orientation search." Frank: "Can you just talk in English for once?" Doe: "He knows something." Frank: "Then we'll get it out of him legally." They take off in the cop car. Only wait! The mysterious black car follows them!
John Doe HQ. Doe tap-taps away on his computer. We're privy to Doe-Interna-Vision. "Who are you, blind man?" Doe focuses. Brunellas's mug shot pops up on his screen. "Who do you work for? Why was that car in your name? Are you some kind of patsy for your bosses?" Flash back to Brunellas's trailer. Oh, his girlfriend's last name is Chips -- who do you think has been watching too much television? That's right -- writers, I'm looking in your direction.