"Finally!" peeves Bendy Lisa's increasingly large bastard of a son the instant Dean picks up. "I've been calling!" he complains, sounding a little frantic, for something dire's apparently afflicting his unusually flexible mother. She won't speak to him, she refuses to come to the phone, she often refuses even to leave her locked bedroom -- could Dreary El Deano drop everything and motor on over to Michigan right away? Turns out he can, especially after Darling Sammy basically throws him into the Impala with firm orders not to return to New Jersey until he's settled things out in the Midwest. Because things always work out so well for them when they split up in the middle of a case. Idiots.

Once Dean's out on the road, Sam proceeds with his earlier plan to drop in on Rose Brown's grieving sibling for a chat, and what this meek and mousy Isabel person has to say isn't terribly revealing, though at one point she does sigh and admit, "She did more for me than anybody else ever could." Pay attention to that line, for I do believe it becomes important later. "Really?!" Well, actually, I haven't a clue -- I'm just trying to keep your interest going, because this episode has started to drag. "Rats!" Indeed. In any event, mousy Isabel passes Sam a scrapbook for his perusal, and he quickly happens upon a photo of the sisters in happier days at the sweatshop's Christmas party. Isabel, you see, works there, too. "Everybody," as she puts it, "works at the factory," and with that, it becomes clear that no one responsible for this evening's installment has ever been to Paterson, New Jersey, in their lives. Nevertheless, the photo does provide one significant clue: Both the tubby schlub of a janitor and the wee tiny gnome of a security guard worked in the factory at the same time Rose Brown disappeared, so Sam heads back to the sweatshop for a...

...MONTAGE! I do so love a good montage. Darling Sammy diligently interviews each and every single one of Rose Brown's former colleagues until he finally ends up chatting with a revolting mank of a ratbag who seems particularly averse to the entire concept of bathing. The ratbag, of course, is incredibly sketchy, twitching his way through responses to even the most mundane of Darling Sammy's questions, so naturally, Our Intrepid Hero's suspicions are aroused. "I do hope that's the only part of the dear lad that's aroused!" Raoul saucily interjects. "That creature he's speaking with is positively disgusting!" You're not lying, hon. In any event, Sam eventually realizes he's getting nowhere with the ratbag and draws the interview to a frosty close by prissily passing the ratbag his card. Next!