In the sanctity of the Yost kitchen, Mitch and Cissy resume their spirited exchange of views. Cissy, who was quite perturbed by Mitch's questioning about how intensely she searched for Shaun, insists that she's looked, "we've looked, everybody's looking who hasn't been soul surfing in Baja with Captain Crunch." Me, I would rather go soul-surfing in Baja with Count Chocula and Franken Berry, but different folks, different breakfast cereal preferences. Mitch asks Cissy to walk him through it. Walk him through what? Everything, Mitch asks. "Why?" Cissy demands. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" She punctuates this rhetorical question by shoving the table into Mitch's knee -- ow! That's my wrecked-by-surf-injuries knee! "Maybe I can help," Mitch fires back, angrily flipping over the table. There's a first time for everything, I suppose. While all that's going on,
Meanwhile, Mitch is still getting brought up to speed on all that's happened while he was away. Video -- check. Message about Shaun's imminent disappearance -- check. Black curtain -- uh, why's that important, Mitch asks. "He looked like a fucking raghead," Cissy shouts. "He was a wearing a burnoose?" Mitch asks, fairly stupidly. "What's a burmoose, asshole?" Cissy spits back at him. Move over, Burns and Allen -- there's a new husband and wife comedy team for the Aughties and it's Mitch and Cissy. ("Say goodnight, Cissy." "Fuck you, fuckface." Laugh track.) Anyhow, Mitch is trying to follow along: "Bill questions him," Cissy exclaims. "Freddy questions him. The bitch brings him back from the dolphin tank. Everything looks like it's all right. Linc signs Shaun to a contract..." Who signed who to a what now, Mitch shouts -- Cissy kicks him in the knee again. And now Shaun's gone. And now, finally, everyone knows where we are in the plot. "You know, if Freddy talked to John," Mitch says, "either John told him what's going on, or he's in pieces in a freezer someplace." Yes, that's probably a true assessment of Freddy's investigative powers. When Cissy points out that John walked out of the room covered in blood but not worse for wear in any other way, Mitch excitedly concludes that John must have supernatural powers. "Really? You think so, Mitch?" Cissy asks sarcastically before I can do it. "And it's obviously part of something that's bigger than he is, Cissy," Mitch says. "If you remember, I went up in the air." How could we forget, since someone keeps mentioning his spooky levitation experiences at every opportunity?