Roof. Aftermath. Our Intrepid Heroes survey the broken remains of Bobby's expensive surveillance equipment and sigh. "There are at least four Leviathans out there," Darling Sammy glooms, "and we don't even know how to kill one." Eagle-Eyed El Deano spots a van labeled "ACME INDUSTRIAL CLEANING" rounding the corner below, and he smiles, "Well, it'll be quite a shock when we walk in through the front door, won't it?" DUN!
Lair Of The Dick. Bobby groggily comes to in one of the leather armchairs while Mr. Roman and Sly Sue continue to review his busy schedule for the rest of the week, after which Sly Sue presents Mr. Roman with a case that arrived that afternoon from Sotheby's. Sly Sue then exits, and there follows an inordinately lengthy conversation between Mr. Roman and Bobby that's just marking time until we finally arrive at Our Intrepid Heroes' borax attack, so I'll simply note that the case from Sotheby's contains a pair of pearl-handled dueling pistols complete with ammunition and skip ahead to...
...Our Intrepid Heroes' borax attack! Down on the warehouse's main floor, Edgar and an anonymous underling approach two of Mr. Roman's Leviathanically enhanced bodyguards for a chat, only to find their little confab rudely interrupted by the sudden and unexpected arrival of Sam and Dean, who burst in through a side door toting two gigantic spray canisters of industrial-strength cleaning solvent. And then? Our Intrepid Heroes hose Edgar and the minions straight into this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP!, of course! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, yeah -- we're almost at the end.
Lair Of The Dick. The agonized screams of his sparkling-clean minions finally reach Mr. Roman's ears from the warehouse floor below, and he snatches up one of the loaded dueling pistols to investigate, presenting Bobby with the perfect opportunity to rifle through all of those papers on Mr. Roman's desk. Unfortunately, none of those papers seem to contain any useful information whatsoever, so Bobby grabs for the remaining pistol and hastily chambers round after round before lumbering off to make his escape. Alas, Sly Sue's been lurking in the antechamber, and she now bursts through the doors of The Lair to backhand Bobby halfway across the floor, but the old coot somehow manages to get the jump on her, anyway, and he aerates her skull with one of the dueling pistol's bullets. Of course, Sly Sue takes all of two seconds to recover from her injury, but by that time, Bobby's gone.