Back to the interrogation: "This other guy outside, this Hawaiian," Bill says, referring to Freddy. "He says you're a shape-shifter. Pothead Joe, he says you died, came back to life." What John can't express in words, he decides to demonstrate in deeds. He goes to his magic pocket and whips out a knife. "Stare me down," he screams several times in an affected Mexican accent, stabbing himself four times in the abdomen. "Christ, what's happening here?" Bill screams in that same tone of sularmitation as earlier. What's happening, Bill, is that John is demonstrating that there are things going on that your tiny Earth brain can't comprehend. Sure, his clothes are now soaked in blood, but, as Bill discovers when he lifts up John's shirt, there's not a puncture wound to be found. John continues to look at Bill as if there's something he'd like to say but can't. "Please stop making me stab myself in the belly to prove things to you idiots" would be my guess. Interrogation session over.
Bill emerges from Room 24, looking decidedly ashen. "He's yours," Bill says to Freddy. Ru-oh -- nice knowing you, John. I'd wager your shape is about to get shifted but good. Butchie notices the blood on Bill's hands and wants to know if John was hurt. "He tried to hurt himself," Bill explains. "He doesn't get hurt." One thing Bill is able to state, without fear of contradiction: "Forget about Cincinnati." I think most of us did halfway through Episode 1, Bill.
And now, a rapid-fire series of events: Cissy phone rings; Cass shows up with her camera, asking after John; "I don't know his whereabouts," Bill says, though he gestures to Room 24; Dickstein begins to freak out that he's going to be complicit in a second felony; Palaka moves to intercept Cass and seize her camera. While all this happens, Cissy concludes her phone call: "He's all right," she says, more irritated than relieved. "The porn queen had him at SeaWorld." Butchie gives a "well, there you go" gesture; Palaka's reaction is less subdued. He rushes over to Room 24 and begins a mixture of knocking and throat-clearing to call of Freddy from his planned beatdown. "Crucial information, Western Union," Palaka says. "The lost telegram has been located." Cissy decides to channel her relief into an angry phone call to Kai to demand to know why it was Tina and not Kai who informed her of Shaun's whereabouts; in the middle of yelling at Kai, she proclaims that she's going to sign Shaun up with Linc. "The lost surfing telegraph boy has been located," Palaka continues to shout through the door of Room 24. Hmmm -- are you sure Freddy's going to be able to crack that code? "He's safe," says Palaka, while trying to fake a sneeze. "He's located! Safe! Don't kill anybody." This would be the three-ring circus John spoke of earlier today, I'd wager.
Bill is trying to wrap his brain around what happened, while sitting in the Snug Harbor's abandoned bar. Thus far, there have been no visions nor any abusive voice recordings from David Milch. Freddy enters. "SeaWorld," he says. "That's where he was," says Bill, very sularmitated. Freddy confirms that Shaun was with Tina at SeaWorld. "Did you kill him?" Bill asks softly. Freddy did not -- Palaka managed to get his carefully worded message to Freddy in time. "Shape shifters," snorts Freddy distrustfully. "I've seen on many occasion." Bill counters that nobody knows exactly what John is. "No," Freddy agrees. "But whatever the fuck he is, he's gotta come through both of us." This sounds like the start of a