Upstairs, Cal is called out of the booth by Jack, who's accompanied by a bomb squad and a bomb-sniffing dog. Cal bitches that the sweep won't be done until the show's over, asking how many bomb threats there can possibly be in a given day. The bomb squad guy says six, which doesn't seem all that outlandish for L.A. That's only one for every four episodes. The dog starts sniffing Cal's crotch, and the bomb squad guy has to give it commands, in German, to sit. Because it's a German shepherd, see? This is a joke that I've seen in at least three other shows/movies including, I should mention, Father of the Bride, so it's not like we're cribbing from the best, here. Cal thinks maybe they should be evacuating, but Gino says they haven't yet found anything to indicate they should do that. They've had bomb threats before. "Never from a Muslim," says Cal. Gino practically yelps that Cal doesn't know the threat came from a Muslim. Okay, this whole thing is stupid for a couple reasons: 1) Cal's not wrong for assuming a threat that referenced the Muhammad sketch was coming from a Muslim. He may be quick to jump on the idea that a threat from a Muslim is any scarier than a threat from a disaffected male of any color, but once the Muhammad sketch got brought into this, we've effectively stacked the deck against Cal a little bit. Reason #2 comes later with the total cop-out resolution, but we'll get to that then. So them bomb squad guy "hilariously" asks Cal if they're operating any electronic devices in the building. Man, I thought I was done with the show that made fun of the functionally retarded. Cal remarks to Jack that he seems to be taking this okay. Jack says he's pretty drunk (please, please don't give Jack a drinking problem; the existence of a character who can drink all the time and not be an alcoholic is about the only virtue this show has left) and then tells Cal he's been on dead air for about ten seconds. Okay, does anyone else in that production booth know how to do anything?
Back onstage, they're doing some pseudo-noir Mugsy-shoots-a-tommy-gun sketch. Tom shoots Dylan, and there are machine-gun sound effects, and squibs of blood fire on Dylan's shirt like they're supposed to. Then Allison shows up as the moll, with a couple stacks of dollar bills that really could have come in handy a sketch or two ago, and Tom "shoots" her too. Only this time, the sound effects don't come through -- I'm not sure if it's ever explained whether the sound guys are on sympathy strike or if this is just Murphy's Law in action -- and neither do the squibs. Which leaves Allison to flop around like a mackerel and make a sound like, "Uoooaaugh!" The audience titters uncomfortably, which is too bad, because, again, if they thought they were going to see something funnier than that, maybe they thought they were at SNL too (hey, say what you will, but between Kristen Wiig, "Dick in a Box," and "'Really?' with Seth and Amy," that show didn't do so bad this year). Cal yells at unseen people that sound and f/x really missed their cue, while Allison tries to vamp and salvage. Cal just up and bails on the sketch, hitting the applause button.