Well, the reverend's still dead. Annoying Brit says, "Step back, everyone!" John opens up his wallet and identifies the dead man as Reverend Donald Pearson. He asks, "Does anyone know this man?" A young woman in a purple sweater says, "He just jumped up, all of a sudden, staggered out of his seat, and looked at me like an animal." Annoying Brit tells everyone for the hundredth time to get back to his/her seats. He snaps, "Everyone back! And close the curtains. Let's see if we can keep this somewhat contained." The stewardess hangs up the phone and says, "All of you please take your seats. The captain has radioed ahead to Heathrow for an emergency landing but we still have two hours of ocean to cross before then." Annoying Brit whips out his identification and starts flashing around his badge: "I'm a detective. Scotland Yard. I'll be taking charge of this crime scene." The stewardess just looks at him. Annoying Brit steps over to John and grabs the wallet right out of his hands. "Satisfied with your hysterical pronouncement? You just terrified two cabins over what's likely nothing more than an allergic reaction." Make that Annoyingly Snotty/Pickle Up His Ass Brit. By this time, Rachel has realized she's supposed to be playing doctor, and bends over the body so she can inspect the dead reverend. John and Rachel discuss the dead guy in medical-speak. Apparently, he's been poisoned. Annoying Brit pockets the wallet and walks away from the body. Wow. The dead man looks really creepy when you see him through John Doe's black-and-white vision.
Scotland Yard zooms back through the plane, asking the stewardess where he was sitting. Annoying Brit asks the seatmate whether or not he saw the reverend eat or drink anything earlier. Okay, the casting agent must have up and plucked this guy from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan -- he sounds so utterly Canadian. I half-expect him to start talking about Canadian beer and loonies. For some reason, Canada Guy is nervous. Really sweaty-nervous. Nicolas Cage in Adaptation nervous. He stutters, "Um, no. He was telling me about this homeless shelter that he runs." Canada Guy breaks down. Annoying Brit tells him to "get a hold of himself." CG clutches his forehead and then responds, "That's it! We talked, he got tired; he turned out his light and went to sleep. Next thing I know he's this wild man." John asks, "No one came near him before he got up?" Annoying Brit looks around and says, "I want to talk to everyone on this plane." John: "Shouldn't we examine the body first?" Inspector Clueless says, "I beg your pardon?" John replies, "The victim went into immediate convulsions. If he didn't ingest the poison, he must have been injected with it." Inspector Clueless snots, "And we'll find that out when we land when the body's inspected by a professional." John argues that they might be able to discover how he was injected, which would help them narrow down suspects. Inspector Clueless snits, "Are you a homicide detective?" Um, a resounding chorus from the clouds hums, "No!" John tries to explain his connections with the Seacouver police force. Inspector Clueless doesn't buy his professional association and asks John to "step aside" so he can do his job. Of course, John knows some obscure international law that ensures the United States has jurisdiction over a crime scene if one of its citizens is on board the plane. Huh. So, that means that Inspector Clueless, by "doing his job," is actually breaking all kinds of laws. Now there's more irony, the police officer actually breaking the law, how fun -- yawn. Inspector Clueless balls up his fists, looks to the sky, and utters, "Foiled again!" Okay, maybe he doesn't. Rachel breaks up the dogfight by compromising: "Perhaps the inspector should talk to the passengers while we examine the body." Inspector Clueless gives Rachel a look. She smirks and says, "I'm a doctor." Inspector Clueless reluctantly agrees. John turns around and says, "Where are the weight-lifters?"