And the guy who filled it is back at the Naval Radio Receiving Facility where he spent most of the last episode talking -- or not talking, as the case may be -- to His Old Man. And this time, John's brought a friend: he and Cass are sitting there in her vintage car, staring off at the Elephant Cage. "We made a tape last night," John says. Cass wonders why she doesn't remember -- "Why don't I remember?" John repeats -- and immediately leaps to the most logical conclusion: "Are you saying we made a sex tape?" Funny your mind would go there first, Cass. For all you know, John moved you to harness all your skill as a filmmaker to compile a moving, penetrating look into the human condition that will surely move people to te-- oh, who am I kidding? You're right -- it was probably a sex tape. "I am saying we made a sex tape," John repeats. Cass concludes, correctly, that John doesn't know what the hell he's talking about: "You see, John, the head-scratcher for me, is that you'll know to say something, but won't know what it means." I'm glad I'm not the only one having this problem. "Today will be a three-ring circus," John declares. Great, can't wait. "I will be murdered twice," John adds. Now, I really can't wait. "I will stare me down. Shaun will soon be gone." How about "I will blather on incoherently"? Is that on the to-do list? Because if it is, you can mark it off. Cass recalls that John said that very thing -- the bit about Shaun soon being gone -- last night; "Why didn't I remember?" she asked. Because you fast-forwarded through the "Previously"s like most viewers? "We don't remember my Father's words," John says. That's another reason. "Work here, Cass," says John, gesturing to the Naval Radio Receiving Facility. And by "work," John means "participate in this goofy montage with me." In said montage, we watch as John walks through a watery trench -- boy, I hope that's not raw sewage -- gesture angrily at a tiki-like carving, climb a wooden tower while Cass watches from a picnic bench, and gesture at an incoming helicopter and the sunrise. It is the kind of a sequence you would expect from a terrible '70s sitcom that features a sappy little pop tune: Let me tell 'bout my buddy and me/He's as a weird as a buddy can be/His magical pockets are a really great find/But when he repeats what I say, it drives me out of my mind/Oh, my buddy! That's John From Cincinnati, starring Austin Nichols, Bill Bixby, and Miyoshi Umeki as Mrs. Livingston. In color!