Calling from The Great Northern (er, I mean, "Martha's Boarding House" something something), Jim rings a number and a voice answers, "IRS." He bids Grace hello and asks how she's doing. She replies that she's "fine" in the way that totally means, "My boss is out of town, I have ninety IM windows open and I'm one square away from breaking my own lifelong Tetris record including college and if I have to do one thing for you right now it's going to totally break my concentration. Otherwise, fine." He asks if she can connect him to "Ira," and we cut to two silhouetted figures in a room watching twelve monitors. A male voice switches over to the Exposition Network, letting the woman and us know, "He's calling his supervisor." The woman tells him to "record the call. Notify Waller." Bodnick is dialing as well, and we flip over to that call. Something about the fax. The woman observes, "Bodnick bores me. Go back to the Fed." Bores him? See, it's lines like that. Wouldn't you imagine these super-spies who have access to every conversation in town could just as easily listen to both calls than rationalize their way from one essential conversation to another with the transition "Bodnick bores me"?