Later that morning, Douchebag Supreme bitches his way through a conversation with his agent via his cell while simultaneously ordering his TV crew to set up for an interview with The Incredibly Rejuvenated Jay at last night's cabaret. Meanwhile, Dean sidles up to Charlie and Vernon -- who'd been eyeing the douchebag's proceedings with barely concealed loathing from a table on the main floor, don't you know -- and, introducing himself as "Federal Agent Ulrich," announces he's investigating Dead Vance's suspicious demise. Charlie and Vernon, old pros at the art of deception, icily evaluate Dean's fake ID and studiously mask their true reactions to this utter nonsense from Our Intrepid Hero right before the camera cuts back to Douchebag Supreme getting Jay's name wrong. "What a douchebag!" Vernon unnecessarily repeats, but as Dean quite honestly couldn't agree more, he happily proceeds with the so-called interrogation now that he believes he has something in common with the ancient magicians involved, and he presents them with the Ten Of Swords. Vernon admits tarot cards were a big part of his act back in the day, but insists he hasn't used tarot or any other cards for years, offering Dean a hand virtually jitterbugging with the old-man shakes by way of proof. "Though there's a guy down on Bleecker Street," Vernon begins. "Oh, yeah!" Charlie readily agrees, instantly picking up on the scam Vernon's about to perpetrate. "He peddles that kind of specialty stuff," Charlie continues, and tarot cards are hardly specialty items, but whatever. "He have a problem with [Dead] Vance?" Dean wonders, his eyes lighting up at the possible lead. "In fact, Vance crossed him about a year ago," Vernon assures Dean. "Probably cost him about fifty grand in royalties." Dean, with little hesitation, readies himself to go. "Four-twenty-six Bleecker," Vernon instructs. "Ask for Chief," Charlie too-helpfully adds. Dean thanks them most sincerely, and the next thing we know, he's...