We transition to the meeting and the leader continues about how it's important to extend honesty, courage, and compassion when you extend your apology. I half-expect to see Kellerman writhing in the aisle of the church, screaming, "The words, the words, they burn, they burn!" The meeting ends with the leader saying everyone needs to earn their forgiveness, and then as Dr. Sara leans back, there's Kellerman with a blissed-out, contemplative look on his face. Heeeee. I love it. He is so detail-oriented with his deceit!
Kellerman waits for everyone to leave, then says, "I've got a great idea... since you are such a fan of lame, store-bought blueberry pie, I'm going to bake you a real pie of your choice tonight." Excuse me. I have to go swoon at the prospect of seeing Kellerman in a little apron reading, "Shoot the chef" and brandishing a piping-hot apple pie. Dr. Sara gives Kellerman a long look, then says she can't. As she looks away, she says in a rush, "I really don't need to be seeing anyone right now who isn't my therapist." Sadly, we have a tight shot of her face so we can't see if she is indeed sporting a thought bubble reading, "Why am I always the girl people hit on at these meetings? Do I look easy?"
Because he is such a DELIGHTFULLY EVIL GENIUS, it takes Kellerman only a moment to recover. He says, "I've been a hermit too. My partner Daniel's been away --" if, by "away," you mean "currently away from this plane of existence thanks to my previous actions" -- "and I've been sitting around, by myself, kind of pathetic." The way he snaps "pa-THET-ic," it's so... again, with the detail-oriented play-acting. Anyway, Dr. Sara's relieved to assume that Kellerman is actually gayer than a Kentucky Derby hat, and Kellerman totally takes this and runs with it, saying, "No, we'd actually make pie and watch... Fried Green Tomatoes." Do I even have to tell you how I shrieked in delight when I reviewed this part? Fortunately, the other denizens of the left bleachers thought I was excited about Nick Swisher's homer. Anyway, Dr. Sara initially blows him off with "I have to clean my apartment tonight," but as Kellerman's walking away, she calls out to his back, "Do you deliver?" We are privy to his smirk.
And now, back to Agent Mahone, who is scanning Michael's collection of articles and wondering if he'll find a text file in there reading "M seeking M: am looking for ridiculously smart junkie who enjoys the chase... " Mahone gets up to go push pins in his map and sweat a little, and after a moment or two, he goes scrabbling for the black pen, only to discover that it's empty. He looks haunted, then trapped, and it is the poor computer nerd's sorry fate to pop up right around this time. A flustered Mahone tells the guy to put the next pile of print-outs on the desk. The computer nerd asks, "Does any of this stuff mean anything?" and Mahone snaps, "I don't know -- ask me later." Failing to pick up this social cue, Computer Nerd asks, "Do you think he's a genius or a whack job?" Mahone gets even snappier, saying, "I think we answered that question when we assigned a hundred agents to the case. Now why don't you get me more drugs? I mean printouts!"