Split-screen to the office of Eddie, the new owner of the Richmond Mockingbirds. He's finishing up some paperwork, while Malloy waits around and looks at his knickknacks. Because, as we all know, no one knows who Malloy is, or cares. Eddie and Malloy shoot the shit a bit, and finally Eddie invites Malloy to sit. "I assume you've got some new paper product that my business can't leave without?" he smiles. Paper products? Interesting front for a mob boss. If by "interesting," you mean "dull and humorless," which I do. Frankly, it is, yet again, pretty obvious that Malloy is no scarier than your average sixth-grade girl. Actually, that's not fair: sixth-grade girls can be very cruel. Anyway, Malloy announces that he came to talk baseball, and explains that he and the old owner used to talk ball all the time. Eddie doesn't care. Malloy continues, explaining that he ran into someone Eddie might be interested in: Jesse Sherwood. Eddie knows all about Jesse Sherwood. And Eddie doesn't care about Jesse Sherwood. He doesn't want to have anything to do with Jesse Sherwood. Malloy starts fondling a bat on Eddie's desk. "Well, as a favor, then?" Malloy says in his I'm Threatening voice, which is really more like I Got Beat Up On the Playground a Lot as a Kid, And Now I'm Out for Revenge, But Everyone Still Has a Better Right Hook Than I Do voice. "To whom?" Eddie wonders easily. "To me," Malloy tells him. Eddie sighs. "No disrespect, Jonah. I'm sure you're very good at what you do. But I like to think that I'm pretty sharp at my own game. But just as I wouldn't presume to advise you on your business...." He waves a hand. Malloy squeals that he's not advising. He's sharing some friendly information! And Eddie appreciates it. But he "comes from a different school" than the old owner did: "I believe in stats, not chat. And as you can see, I've been pretty successful at it. So, if it's okay with you, why don't I do what I do and you do what you do. Deal?" He grins. Malloy rubs the bat. I really could live the rest of my life without watching David Paymer fondling any more phallic objects, thanks. "Fine, Eddie. I'll do what I do," Malloy responds. And you'd think that would be scary coming from a mob boss, but it really just sounds like what he does is grade Physics exams. "You're always welcome, Jonah," Eddie grins.
Todd, hot, hot, Todd, where have you been? Maybe at the gym, working on your fine-ass body? Well, right now he's questioning a Best Buy guy about Vera. The kid knows nothing. Todd asks about the security camera mounted in the parking lot; he gets the film and goes inside to watch it on the TV display in the store. "There's our girl," he says, watching grainy film of Vera hopping in a car and driving off. "Jackpot," he says. I love you, Todd. Can you go undercover as, say, a male exotic dancer next week?