King returns to Tani's apartment behind the bar late at night and finds her already asleep. So there's that awkward conversation postponed.
At Christine's house, Kylie announces that they're getting a call on Paul's car phone. They listen while SecDef Curry comes in and identifies himself by name, asking Paul what's going on. Paul says they have a leak in the White House and it isn't his fault, and besides, he wants out. But apparently Curry's dangling Paul's son out of his reach somehow, and says to stick to the plan. So we have to feel bad for Paul now? Sorry. I feel bad for his son, admittedly, but that's not exactly new.
At the monitoring station, Sophie talks to Kendal about the nutty events of the previous episode, including what he saw on her laptop earlier. Kendal says he's sorry, and Sophie says, "Only an American would apologize for a kiss." She says she's not working with Julian, but paying back a debt to him from her ex-boyfriend, hence the mineral samples. "This island is worth a lot of money," she tells Kendal straight-up, rather than the oblique way she said it a few weeks ago. She explains to Kendal that she didn't want him thinking she lied to him, and asks him to promise to keep it a secret from everyone. Kendal can't promise that, but Sophie says, "Now you know that I will not lie to you." Which is clearly her biggest concern.
Out in the jungle, Julian and his men unload another sailor from the back of their jeep. He's tied up and has a bag over his head, but it's no surprise that when he fights and it comes off, it's Prosser. Julian asks him why he's such a tight-ass about his sailors wanting a brief escape from the prison of the island, and while the men hold him, offers him samples from a whole smorgasbord of drugs in his bag. Prosser has an involuntary reaction to a vial of Fentanyl, which Julian is only too happy to prepare to inject into Prosser, even as Prosser insists he kicked the habit years ago. But while doing so, Julian tells a story from his childhood about how some men tried to take him into the bush and make him chop off his mother's arm with a machete. "That was my first day as a soldier," Julian explains. Does everyone have to have something sympathetic about them? In the meantime, Prosser's feet have been stripped bare and some of the men have lit up a gas torch, which they use to cook the COB's poor, defenseless tootsies. So now he could actually use that Fentanyl, which Julian shoots him up with, and leaves the vial with him for when the pain comes back. Their work done, they cut him loose and drive off to leave him to find his way back, on feet that will no longer hold him up. If you ever wanted to see a grown COB cry, this is it.