Joe tries to crawl away, but Frank grabs him by the ankles and drags him into the kitchen, following the bloodstains on the floor. Meaningful! He grabs Joe by the throat. "Tell me where she is!" He groans and strains and grimaces like he's giving birth to twins. Joe could easily bite Frank's thumb here, but perhaps he senses this would only make things worse for him. "You tell me where she is or I will end you!" Joe manages to squeeze out a word of surrender. Frank finally lets go of him. "Brendan said he had a plan to get himself clean," Joe says. He says McCann threatened to take him down with him, if it came to that. "Brendan needed someplace to lure the witness," Joe says. "Why her?" Frank asks. "Because she was a whore," Joe says.
He says Brendan didn't give him a choice – even put a gun in his mouth. He says he saved Katia's life, although he doesn't quite say just how he managed to do this. Maybe there was a speech about strobe lights. Frank beats him with a shoe for getting his hopes up, but Joe swears it's the truth. He says he drove her across the border to Windsor and doesn't know what happened to her after that. "You need to listen to me real good, Frank: she is gone." By now, Frank has retrieved his gun from the dresser and is this close to adding another orifice to Joe's head. Joe warns him not to go looking for her, lest they get in trouble with the people who brought Katia there in the first place.
Frank decides – probably by a pretty narrow margin – not to kill Joe. Together, they slop gasoline all over the house and burn the whole thing to the ground, including my adorable wallpaper and chandeliers. Noooo! They stand around outside, watching it burn, like nobody's going to notice the conflagration and come gawking. Finally, Joe decides he's had enough of this and goes home to vomit up his kidneys, leaving Frank to brood all alone in the firelight.
Tippi Blevins came to Detroit for the recaps, but stayed for the cheap mansions. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org, or find her @TippiB.