After another shot of the ersatz Huey Lewis video, A.G. realizes the alarm has been turned off, and he removes his head from the pool. Bloosh, pant pant. In stroll four goons with big ol' guns and orange safety suits à la Silkwood. Now, it's been established that A.G. can take a bullet and not get hurt, so what are these goons afraid of, cooties? They announce that he's coming with them. To the mountains, A.G. wonders? And aren't they taking this Lyme disease thing a little to far? He really said that; I'm not joking around. But A.G. has conditions; he's "hungry -- real hungry.and angry -- real angry, but it's nothing a little chocolate cake won't fix!" Hey! Perhaps when the DOOR WAS OPEN you could have gotten some cake yourself, Wiseman. But I guess part of the shtick is that he has no clue as to what's happening to him, and thus would rather get instructions from a singing doctor than figure things out himself. Must be frustrating. Oh, and the other condition is to lose the guns. Sure.

Another commercial. Stetson smells good, it says.

A.G. and the four goons are cruising down Park Avenue in a van. A.G., bounding around like a dog on a joyride, keeps babbling about the doctor: "Are we going to see the doctor? Did you call the doctor yet? Let's stop for breakfast sandwiches and get one for the doc!" The goons sit there impassively, as goons do, with their great big guns. Notice how the guns are still there? Me too. Then, A.G. realizes (duh!) that they are not in fact going to the mountains, or to get a breakfast sandwich, and swings into action, elbowing one goon in the head and bending the gun of another. One goon leaps out the back of the speeding van and New Yorkers simply drive around him. The driver gets a bent gun around his neck (not the type I'd give the hook to) as A.G. hollers, "Where's the doc?" Then the van crashes and the driver slumps forward, knocked out. A.G. hotfoots it out of the van with the Lo-Fidelity Allstars or something playing in the background. Run run run! Go action go!

Close-up of a guy on the can. See his legs under the stall? Hear the flush? Charming, no? No. Now he opens the door and creepy guy is right outside. Aaah! He asks about Michael Wiseman, and understands there's been "intermittent contact" between him and the guy on the can. The guy who was on the toilet gets shoved onto the floor. Then another person walks into the bathroom and Creepy Guy makes like he washing his hands. Then, EVEN WITH ANOTHER PERSON THERE, he offers $1 million to meet with Wiseman. Stammering à la Porky Pig, the bathroom says that Michael Wiseman is dead. $1.5 million is the final offer. The other person DOESN'T EVEN BLINK.