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.
Are y'all up for a little Meanwhile action? Yes? Good. Because, meanwhile, in the park, Dwight Dixon is charming Aunt Vivian with his clarinet. I almost wish it was a euphemism, people, but it just isn't. Wait a minute... clarinet... woodwind... wood? Huh? HUH? Now I feel dirty. Having dug up Chuck's grave to find Charles Charles's pocket watch and finding neither Chuck nor the watch, Dwight is determined to use musical means to discover what Vivian really knew of the watch's final resting place. The sad part is that his wiles are effective -- Vivian loves his attentions and does not catch on that he is only there for one reason (and not that one reason for which men with reed instruments are normally there.) He gets her talking about Chuck's memorial service, thinking he will learn of someone else who was there who may have coveted the buried watch. In fact, Vivian tells the horrible tale of Mary Sudberry who leaned into the coffin to make sure Chuck's corneas were in place, as there was apparently a large black market trade in them. Eeek. All this talk of corneas makes Vivian quite emotional. "Poor Charlotte," she says. "I encouraged her to take the pleasure cruise that ended so unpleasantly." She cries (so convincingly that it makes me cry), that she was so tired of being a shut-in, and thus pushed Charlotte to go on the cruise in order to live vicariously through her. The evil Dwight is moved by Vivian's heart of gold, but his softening is not to last. To remind herself to always live a full life, Vivian now carries a laminated newspaper account, including a photo, of the story of Chuck's death. "You've probably seen her face before," she says, handing him the card. "It was all over the news after she died." Daaaaamn. "Oh," Dwight says, mega-creepily. "I've definitely seen her face before."