Dean -- impressed that Fat Ronald's come so close to figuring out the truth, here -- plays along with all this crap with an encouraging smile, but Sam's had more than enough. "I want you to listen very carefully," he states as he rises from the couch, "'cause I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this." Dean hops to his feet as well with a friendly enough grin, obviously thinking Sam's going to spill the whole shape-shifter story, so he's visibly shocked when Sam asserts, "There's no such thing as mandroids." Both Dean and Fat Ronald let their faces fall a bit as Sam continues, "There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there -- it's just people, nothing else. You understand?" Fat Ronald almost looks like he's going to cry, and starts stammering about the laser eyes, but Sam cuts him off with, "I know you don't want to believe this, but your friend Juan robbed the bank, and that's it." Fat Ronald falters for a moment, then shouts at them to get out of his house. Dean looks deeply pained and uncomfortable, while Sam's all, "Yeah, whatever, but first things first." Dean furrows.
Cut to the interior of a most amazingly decorated room Our Intrepid Heroes have rented for the length of their stay in lovely downtown Milwaukee. It's Schlitz-themed. Well, "Schultz-themed" because they didn't want to pay for the rights to the real beer's logo, but whatever. The lettering and the artwork is nearly identical, so we'll give them credit, especially because of that large screen of oversized beer bottles interspersed with the company's logo that separates the living area from the kitchenette. Oh, and the big cow on the wall, too. In any event, turns out Sam confiscated Fat Ronald's copies of the security tapes, which is what that whole "first things first" bit was about. Dean both admires Sam's moxie, or whatever, and pities poor Fat Ronald -- who did, after all, come very close to solving this particular mystery on his own. "'Mandroids'?" Sam sneers again. "Okay, except for the mandroids part," Dean allows as he traces the downtown sewer routes off an old blueprint. Meanwhile, Sam argues that in Fat Ronald's case, ignorance is bliss. "If he were to go up against this thing," Sammy points out, "he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive." "I guess," Dean shrugs, still clearly sympathizing with the fat guy. The boys then drop the matter to remind us all of the shape-shifters' "retinal reaction to video" and their apparent fondness for sewer living, just as Dean transfers his tracing to a map of local businesses. "There's one more bank lined up on that sewer main," he realizes. I'd offer a DUN!, but I believe we knew that already, right, Raoul? Um, Raoul? "Shhhhh!" Raoul hisses, momentarily pausing all of the click-click-clacking of his knitting needles that had been underscoring the episode for me up to this point. "I'm trying to get the Chief Of Staff's eyeball to bulge out the way it did on the show, and it requires all of my concentration! Leave me alone until they get to the gore!" You're knitting a bulging eyeball into that thing? "Only the best for my husband Jack Bauer!"