His cellphone rings. It's Catherine Weaver, calling him "Mr. Walsh," asking if he's located "him" yet, and Perlich says it's proving more difficult than he anticipated, and everyone he's talked to thinks this person is dead, and Weaver assures Mr. Walsh that he isn't. And thankfully the walls of the corridor Weaver's walking down stay free of blood spatters (for now).
Walsh hangs up and then seems to take an interest in Zoe's mom and sits down in the same pew as her.
Meanwhile, Agent Ellison is noticing a couple of plaid-clad people, including Murch, that one Moby-looking scientist, who tells him it's not "company policy" or anything, just something that a few of them do as an homage. To lumberjacks? No, to Lachlan Weaver, because this is the anniversary of his death. "He was a great guy. He was a genius, funny as hell. They both were, back then." The elevator dings, and there's the currently non-genius, super-serious Weaver on the elevator. She greets Ellison and Murch, who both get on the elevator with her. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" she says, staring straight ahead as the doors closed.
Back at the service, Gene Miller is being eulogized by a guy who takes some time to thank Desert Heat and Air's parent company, the Kaliba group, not just for picking up the tab for the funerals and the flowers, but also for the "kindness and generosity" they've shown during this difficult time. Next to Sarah, Diana Winston closes her eyes and shakes her head and eventually stands up and erupts, "Is this all it costs to buy us? Flowers and a few kind words?" Everyone sits around looking uncomfortable while she asks if any of them has seen anyone from the company. And not just today, but ever. No one says anything, and Diana grabs her purse and stomps out. Sarah's not far behind. They're barely out the door before the minister says, "Let us pray." Derek, sitting near the back, looks over at Walsh who, like him, isn't exactly bowing his head in sorrow.
Outside, Sarah sees Diana sniffling on a park bench. I'm sure she'll respect the grieving process and not just barge on over -- oh, my mistake. She sits down, and Diana just opens up about how for the first six years of their marriage they lived in nine states, thanks to Ed's military career, and she was the one who pushed Ed to take the nice, stable job that would let them settle down: head of security for Desert Canyon Heat and Air. "Come on. What kind of heat and air factory needs that kind of security?" The best damn heat and air factory in the country, that's who! She asks what Sarah did there, and Sarah, sounding like she hadn't got around to working out that part of the lie yet, says she ran a coffee and sandwich cart: "I never knew what went on there." No one did, said Diana, who says Ed never talked about it and whenever she asked, he'd just shut down. "So I stopped asking. We all did." None of this is your fault, Sarah tells her. Diana starts wailing about how Ed was a decent man, no matter what was going on there. "Decent people can get caught up in things," says Sarah. Diana looks at her for a few minutes before pulling out a key ring that she says she found going through Ed's things, keys that she hadn't seen before. "This one's for a storage locker," she tells Sarah, who correctly figures out that the Winstons didn't actually have a storage locker. Diana says she's been meaning to check it out, but she's been too scared: "So I tell myself some doors are better left unopened." Not this one, says Sarah...