Speak of the devil, here's John himself: "People know things, Riley. True things," he says. Riley denies telling anybody anything: "What would I even say?" she says. Oh, and here's Cameron to join the party. Riley asks if they can go somewhere more private, and John agrees, but there's a knock at the door. Sarah asks if they're expecting anybody, and nobody is, so John scopes it out -- "someone with a clipboard" -- and Sarah motions for Riley to go hide while she jams a gun down the back of her jeans and opens the door.

"I'm Molly Malloy, I'm with the department of child and family services," she says, handing over a card. In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty, I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malloy... what's that? That's "Molly Malone"? Damn. Anyway, she wants to talk about Riley. "She's not here, by any chance, is she?" asks Molly. John quickly answers that she isn't, and Molly's all, "John, is it?" and then Molly invites herself in for a little chat.

Having a little chat of their own out in the shed are Riley and Cameron. "This is your fault," says Cameron. "What's my fault?" asks Cameron. "You're the reason that person is here," is the answer. Riley stares at Cameron's arm. Her hand seems to be involuntarily tensing and clenching. Yeah, nice repair job, John. Maybe he's not as "ahead of schedule" as Cameron thinks he is. "You're his sister. You can't keep me here," says Riley. "They don't always like the way I do things," says Cameron. So flat. So chilling. Riley stares at her, not really able to disguise the fear.

Things aren't going so great in the house, either. "I've heard you keep guns in the home," says the social worker, before hastily adding, "which, of course, is every American's right." Yeah, THANKS, Fox Network. "For security," says Sarah, adding that they were robbed. Molly asks if they've ever carried guns outside the home. Instead of saying no, or maybe shooting Molly, Sarah says, "Can I ask again what this is about?" Molly says she's just trying to determine what kind of environment she's got here for Riley or even John. Oh, and she's searched, and wasn't able to find any record of a concealed weapons permit. John tells her to try New Mexico, and Molly's a little surprised, but not so much that she says they would still need to transfer it, and John rattles off a regulation about having sixty days to do so, and I can't say I think John's lightning-quick retrieval of firearms legalities is likely to mollify Molly.