Liz and Kyle rifle through slides, as Liz tells Kyle that Grampy was right; an alien snuffed the hottie. Did the slides confirm this? Where did they come from? Do they have anything to do with the plot? Mr. V walks in, gets all wiggy when he notices a case of medals (presumably Grampy's), and stomps into the next room. Liz plays family therapist and prods Kyle to tell his father what they've discovered; he really doesn't want to, but Liz says that his family is a nightmare and that someone needs to break the "cycle of silence." Her dime-store psychobabble makes me all quivery. Kyle agrees, but doesn't volunteer. Bicker, bicker, and then Liz dredges up her uncanny knack for unwanted confrontation and yells for Mr. V to get in there, which, of course, he does. Liz tells Mr. V that Kyle has something he wants to discuss, and then makes a hasty exit. After trying to make like it's nothing, Kyle says, "I'd really hate for what's going on between you and Grandpa to happen to us." Because they have such an open, caring relationship and all. They look all serious and lovey and contrite, and Mr. V picks up an old photograph of Grampy in military duds, but thankfully, we're spared the details of their gabfest, as the camera zooms in on the photo and then zooms out to reveal Mr. V holding it in Grampy's Sunrise suite, right in front of Grampy, in full veggie splendor.
Grampy is holding the medal case now -- or, rather, it's propped against his belly, and Mr. V is really nervous and awkward, babbling about nothing. Mr. V makes an excuse and then motors, promising to come back in a few days, but as he's walking away from Grampy's room, he has a change of heart and turns around. The camera assumes Mr. V's perspective, and when he walks back into the room, Grampy's chair is empty! O, miracle of miracles! The camera pans to the left, and I'm gifted with the singular (I hope) sight of Grampy, medal case in hand, lurching toward the wall calendar, arm outstretched, pointing toward the little square that demarcates October 31, 2001. Mr. V lugs Grampy back to his chair, pointing finger still in action, plops him down, and tells him that he'll get a pen and circle today's date, and tomorrow's date, when he comes back, as he grows increasingly flustered and pretends to cry, while Grampy looks off into space like he's mesmerized by a really kick-ass episode of Jerry Springer. Give this man an Emmy. Hell, give 'em both Emmys. If they ever fucking happen.