...the enormous manse proper, where The Brat mopes at the dining room table while Bendy Lisa -- she's not nearly as orange in these scenes as she was in the THEN!, don't you know -- encourages her son not to give up on their new neighborhood before he's had a chance to explore it properly, or something. Believe it or not, I'm siding with The Brat in this particular argument. "Really?!" gasps Raoul, a shocked yet perfectly manicured paw pressed against his astounded chest. "Why!?" Because this is, like, the eighth goddamned house that poor kid's had to move to in the last three years, that's why. I'd be telling Bendy Lisa to shove her platitudes up her ass, too, if I were him. "Demian!" Raoul chides. "Language!" Honey, you were asleep all last week. You have no idea the kind of language this season's pushing me towards already. "Oh, my!" Now, if you don't mind? "Absolutely not!"

So, yeah, The Brat's moping, and Bendy Lisa's not exactly making him feel any better, so he jumps up to grab his bike for a self-guided tour around the block. Supremely Paranoid El Deano's all, "Whoa! Where's the fire?" and Bendy Lisa and The Brat stare at him like he's just grown a new head, so Supremely Paranoid El Deano tries to smooth it all over by chastising The Brat for making his mother unpack the kitchen all by herself. "She's got you for that, jackass," The Brat does not retort, instead rolling his eyes and slouching over to his mother's side to lend a reluctant hand. Bendy Lisa suggests they head out later for lunch. Supremely Paranoid El Deano LIES that it sounds like a plan and, after shooting a hairy side-eye at The Brat's blameless bicycle like he's going to salt and burn the damn thing the first chance he gets, Supremely Paranoid El Deano drags The Brat out to the garage to fetch another load of boxes.

Meanwhile, up in Lansing, Michigan, if that location card's anything to go by, Dapper Darling Sammy's masquerading as an FBI agent in order to get the skinny on the dead marrieds from the top of the hour. A representative of the local constabulary confides that the house's alarm never went off, so they're not thinking it was a break-in. Also, the fresh infant -- "EMMA COOPER," according to the MISSING flyer Dapper Sam's got in his hand -- has vanished, and the Lansing P.D. has no idea where she's gone. Dapper Sam thanks the detective for the latter's time, and ducks beneath the crime-scene tape to take a look at the rapidly cooling corpses.