Back at the observation deck at Smoking Gun National Park, The Three Product-Placed Ross-Dress-For-Less Suit-Wearers Of The Apocalypse pore over the debris of Bodnick's Boca Bungalow, coming to rest on a black safe that causes one of them to yell, "Here it is." They flip it open to find it filled with neither intrigue nor cash nor word of God.
Jim rides past The Gnarled Establishing Tree Of San Bernardino County and into a gas station as an indication of the fossil fuel we're all being turned into while watching a television program unfold at this speed. Oh, wait. It's Monster Job's Truck and Tow, and Jim walks through the bleached-out desert and toward the front door, passing Polito 2.0 (whose nickname falters only slightly here in Episode Two by virtue of this man not in any way resembling Jon Polito, any member of Jon Polito's family, or the wacky cartoon renderings of Jon Polito on his heralded collection of custom designed Polito Coffee Mugs, all rights reserved) and bidding him hello. Polito 2.0 doesn't seem to have warmed up yet from last week's skate through the ice castles, and he's decked in a knit cap and a huge puffy coat (it's Gore-Tex, Jerry!), shaking, rattling, rolling. Jim introduces himself accordingly, and we discover that he has shaken shaking hands with one "Caleb M-M-Moore." Unfrozen Caveman Polito tells Jim that Job will be back r-r-r-eal s-s-s-soon, so Jim joins him on the bench in front of Job's and somehow manages to keep himself from doing that "do you think you can stop?" thing when someone sharing a table with you starts doing that involuntary jimmy-leg thing. All reserve, that Jim is. Instead, he launches in: "Say, you didn't know Silas Bodnick, did you?" Yes. No. Kinda. Jim pulls rank in an exceedingly we-saw-him-give-this-exact-speech-last-week kind of way: "I work for the federal government. Lying to me is a federal crime." Is that true? Because, I mean, I'm a writer by trade, so does that mean lying to me is a crime against the whole of the English language? If so, y'all, shape up. I'm just saying, or I'm fixing to throw the book -- by which I mean all twenty-seven volumes of the OED -- at you. "Did you know Silas Bodnick?" M-M-Moore, finally, sees fit to lower his toes into the icy waters of the as-yet-placid Exposition River: "I already got a condition. Can't maintain homeostasis." Oh, don't worry, M-M-Moore. That happens to a lot of guys. Why not wait fifteen minutes and you can try to get homeostatic again, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. More? Oh, okay. More: "He come to me and put me in a tub of ice. And made me be cool so I'd keep my body temperature down so I give it to him, and she ain't come by yet." What? I don't get the feeling this dialogue is cryptic in order to fit the action. Eye drops and coffee, Ben. Eye drops and coffee.