Martha's. Jim is packing his bags. He dials a number and gets Bodnick's voicemail, and we cut to Silas checking his own voicemail (password: 432) and receiving a message from Jim informing him, "For you to be considered a cooperating witness, I will need to hear from you by 7 PM. You will know it is 7 PM because that will be exactly eleven and a half minutes after the sun goes down. Just so there's no confusion." Silas swears "monkey boy" about thirty times and takes a slug from a flask inside his lapel pocket. A large man in larger dark sunglasses and a ponytail enters the room and begins pacing. Silas refers to him, scared, as "Mr. From Watermark," after figuring out a voice he's only heard on the phone. Mr. From Watermark speeches that Bodnick is responsible for "the accounting, the bookkeeping, and the general fiduciary management of this casino. Correct?" Oh, man. I once played a game called "what's the most boring word you can think of," and "fiduciary" was my entry. Not for how it sounds; it's actually kind of fun to say. But for what it means. I really…wait, what does it mean? Mr. From Watermark paces and speeches and speeches and paces, Bodnick being told that his books are "very poorly doctored." Laundering. Apparent to "anyone with a GED and an abacus." But Mr. From Watermark, now sitting on a leopard couch at the far side of the office, claims that the amount of the missing money is of no consequence to him. His concern is the Fed. Mr. From Watermark explains that Watermark has a delicate relationship with the IRS, and asks Bodnick if he feels qualified to maintain that relationship. "No." "Correct." He tells him to rectify the situation by 7 PM, or "that sun will set on your life and career." Cut to Bodnick behind the wheel of his car, drinking liberally and telling a woman on the other end of a phone, "Hey, it's me. It's over. It's time to go." He's asked, "What about the money?" He tells us all, "It's in the safe in my house. I'm out of here today. I just have to clear up one thing." Cut to Mr. From Watermark, listening to this conversation in his car. He shakes his head and hits a button, and a computerized voice lets him know, "Audio intercept off."
Marcellus Wallace's back porch. Silas Bodnick, wearing the latest in DKNV cabana gear, dials a phone that rings in Prufrock's room. Split-screen. I think this is the scene where Jack tells Janet he heard Chrissie talking about the surprise party. Bodnick tells Jim he wants to talk, and asks him to come to the house. He asks how to get there, and Bodnick cryptically responds, "If you're any good, you already know." He loads a gun. Cut to Jim being awfully good, pulling through the front gates of Bodnick's resplendent estate. He's wandering around, finally finding Bodnick sitting in a corner of his living room, tapping his foot completely out of rhythm along to "Rambling Man." No, really. No. Really. Jim wants to get to it already (we know just a little bit how he feels at this late hour), asking, "Do you have something to tell me or do I have a report to file and charges to press?" Bodnick stands and waves him off, promising he'll tell him everything. "I want you to tell me something, first. There are three birds on a wire. One of them decides to flap his wings and fly away. How many birds are there?" Oh, I hate these. Hate them hate them hate them. They're always so patronizing and insulting and there are twelve birds because that's how many trips the raft needs across the river and, in reality, the doctor was actually the kid's mother. Shut up, logic problems. Jim guesses that the correct answer is "two," and he's wrong, because the doctor was actually the kid's mother, people. Pay attention. Bodnick responds the way one does when they give the answer to one of those asinine riddles (that is, by laughing in the face of he who did not know that the doctor was the kid's mother), and corrects him: "There's three. Just because somebody decides to do something doesn't mean that they do it." Shut up, readings from The Tao of Ben. But Bodnick doesn't mind telling him that he's gonna fly, and when Jim threatens to leave with the truism that Bodnick is wasting his time, Bodnick stops him once more: "Notice anything unusual about this place? It's hotter than it looks…this heat could kill a man in four hours." Jim already knew that. "Hotter than it looks, and you still didn't go home." Jim turns: "I'll see you in court, Mr. Bodnick." Or will he? Bodnick brandishes the gun at Prufrock's midsection, but this lasts only as long as it takes for a man in a strange mask to run through a sliding glass door behind Bodnick and stab him in the stomach. Is Polito dead? Bummer. Masked Man wipes the knife, picks the gun up off the floor, pours gasoline all around the room, lights it against a red carpet like the promos promised he would, and speaks the single line, "Get the hell outta Push, Jim Prufrock." The house is very on fire. Jim's car peels out the front gate and back onto the open highway. He's damn near out of fuel, so he stops at a gas station with a TV mounted on the pump playing Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Oh. I didn't know this show was set twelve million years ago. Oh. And we get it.