"I don't know how to help him," says Sarah to Cameron. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like any girls discarded any tight cold cream in the bathroom, because Cameron's face is still stuck on whore. "Andy Goode must be killed," she says. Her non-sequiturishness seems to be growing at an alarming rate.

Agent Ellison visits another crime scene, this one at Silk Tie's house. There's an overturned biohazard cooler, and all kinds of lab equipment. There are also bloody smears obscuring a complicated chemical formula written on one wall. What could it all mean, Agent Ellison? And why isn't Agent Brassy here to break your balls about whatever? I miss her already. Oh, here she is, in the bathroom, which looks like the back room at a butcher shop. And not just any butcher shop, but, like, Satriale's. Blood everywhere. Silk Tie, lying on the floor. "Took his eyes, James," says Agent Brassy. "They took his freakin' eyes." When Agent Brassy is too disturbed to crack wise, you know things are gruesome.

Sarah watches from the bushes as Andy Goode parks and gets out of his car. She voiceovers that on July 16, 1945, in the mountains outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico, the world's first atomic bomb exploded. The red glow on his face manages to alert Andy to something that somehow he missed as he was pulling up: that his house is a raging inferno. Sarah's voiceover continues, explaining that Oppenheimer quoted from the Bhagavad-Gita: "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." Or, as his colleague Ken Bainbridge put it, "Now we are all sons of bitches." Sarah walks away as Andy sinks to his knees on his front lawn, watching his chess-playing computer go up in smoke. You, uh, didn't program it to feel pain or anything, did you, Andy?

Flashback now to a simpler time, when Silk Tie still had his eyes, and was still alive. He watches in amazement as some fleshy, bloody humanoid emerges from the bloodbath in his bathroom. Its eyes are closed. There's even a misshapen nose. Flesh Artie swivels his head towards Silk Tie, who produces an X-Acto knife to get slits in the sealed eyelids. The eyes open, Flesh Artie's red sensors bore through Silk Tie. "Now we are all sons of bitches," repeats Sarah's voiceover. That's where the episode ends, so we never get to hear Chrome Artie say, "Your eyes. Give them to me."