Aerie of the Lizbot. Kyle returns, blueprints in hand, as passing helicopters rake the scene with klieg lights. Porno scans the plans for El Centro and quickly locates the external component of the fallout shelter's lockdown mechanism in an alley behind the building. Isabel and the Ferret dart off to take care of it while Deputy Duh pulls out a battering ram to break through El Centro's glass doors. Overkill, table for one. Actually, the Cleft wants a seat of its own, so make that two. Isabel and the Ferret skulk past the action in the street to the alley. Inside the besieged "museum," Maria gently prods Brodek's memory. Does he not recall the many delightful afternoons when she plied him with pepperjack cheese? He wishes he could. Maria's eyes glisten damply in the dim light. She tells Brodek he'd make one hell of a boyfriend, and he's a terrific father as well. Again, the pointlessness of this scene in light of subsequent events overrides any sweetness contained herein. We're supposed to think Maria might yet pursue a relationship with Brody. We know otherwise. Move it along, kids. Brodek blithers on about how helpless he feels with what amounts to two different identities clashing in his head. Maria tries to soothe him with a photo she plucks from the corkboard above the desk. It's a shot of Brody cuddling his daughter, the cancer-stricken Sydney. Try as he might, he can't remember a damn thing about her. Brodek bursts into tears of frustration.
Alley. Isabel and the Ferret dodge policemen to locate the lockdown lockbox. Flipping the nearby switch has no effect. Down in Brody's office, My So-Called Stabbing Victim fiddles with the security keypad by the door as DeLucawitz brays in the background. "He's gonna kill her," she insists, referring of course to Maria. "We need to get out of here right now." Max attempts to cut her off, but she's not having it. At all. "I have had enough out of you for one day, Max Evans." Now fully all up in Max's expressionless face, she continues, "My nephew is going to get us out of here so I can save my precious daughter." She crosses to My So-Called Stabbing Victim to pound on his back as she finishes, "And what is taking you so long? Are you a criminal or not?" I've said it before, I'll say it again. DeLucawitz. Rules. I hope she gets a part in the Pornos' spin-off. Just as long as she leaves the creepy key lime pies at home. My So-Called Stabbing Victim informs his hyperactive aunt that he's going as fast as he can.