The team hashes it over on the way out of the mansion. The problem, Emerson says, is that their case just went from "a slam dunk" to "a badonk-a-donk." Innocently, Ned asks if a badonk-a-donk is bad. Emerson explains that it is. "Whatever happened to 'the bellman did it?'" Chuck asks. Emerson says the dude is up to something, but that his key party alibi is probably air tight. "Now what is a key party?" Ned asks, even more innocently. Chuck: "Aw, I love that you don't know that. It's a kind of raffle." Emerson: "Of the porno variety." Hee. Ned lets out a knowing "ohhh" and goes back to the case. He wonders what the Latin phrase was all about. Emerson suggests he pull back the pie crust every once in a while to watch the news: richfolk all over town have been getting robbed all month and left with that same Latin phrase. With that, he goes off to consult with his police department contacts, and Chuck and Ned head back to the Hole (I'm trying it out) to do some more Dwight-checking with Olive. Unfortch, it looks like they are coming up empty. Ned asks Olive how the aunts are reacting to Dwight. "About how you'd expect," she says. "Lily hates him, and Vivian's completely GAH." The good news is, she says, Dwight doesn't appear to be interested in Chuck. Ned dismisses her, rudely, to get more coffee before suggesting to Chuck that since Dwight seems preoccupied with Charles Charles's pocket watch, maybe they should just give it to him to make him go away. "Or," Chuck says, "we could wake my dad and ask him." Aw. This, Jim Dale says, was an act of charity the piemaker was unwilling to commit. Somehow, Ned looks into Chuck's sad eyes and explains again that he knows she wants to say goodbye to her father, but a lifetime of emotions can't be condensed into a single minute. "Even if they could," he says, "you'd have to watch him die all over again. I love you too much to make you suffer like that. You understand?" But she can't answer -- Emerson walks in with news. The police have informed him that whoever this Latin-loving robber is, he always makes a big donation the day after a burglary. Chuck jokes that maybe it was Robin Hood that killed Gustav. "Call him what you want," Emerson answers. "But I know where we can find a bellman with a charity streak."
And moments later, do they ever find one. In a house that looks... exactly like a hall I once visited in Manchester, UK, the name of which I have completely forgotten... the crew finds dozens of green-clad Robin Hood looking dudes, being lead by one even more ridiculously dressed ringleader, Rob Wright, all members of a Salvation Army-style getup called The Bellmen. Wright encourages his minions to go out and "ring for right!" and gather charitable contributions for the poor. "Orbis pro vox," Chuck says, hearing their catch phrase. Rob Wright, when confronted by the intrepid investigators, assures them that his bellmen are innocent and have nothing to hide. C, N and E are distracted by a loud voice from what appears to be a phone bank. "Yeah, well, somewhere a starving street child is chewing off his own fingers," the guy says, "'cause you're too cheap to give fifty bucks." Ned sighs. "Telemarketers," he grumbles as they approach the yeller. "I hate these guys." Emerson cuts to the chase and asks to see the guy's phone list. "What phone list?" he asks, sliding it into a folder. Chuck: "The one you just slid into a folder." Ha. "Shift change," the guy yells, and Emerson sits down to help himself to the files. "He was very suspect-ish," Ned says. Yeah, Emerson agrees, well, if the phone number list matches up to the people who were robbed, dude's gonna be more like jailbird-ish.