Speaking of which, who's got the baby? Trevor does, says Kacy. Not that Trevor's back, LIKE WE CARE EITHER WAY, but Trevor needed some "daddy time" after what he saw last night, which was a body they fished out of the river, a girl who'd been shot through the chest. Trevor said it looked like she'd been executed.
"Pretty little blond thing," laments Kacy, speculating the girl came to the promised land from Iowa to be an actress and fell in with the wrong crowd. Trevor said all they have to go on are scars from an attempted suicide, as well as a tattoo of a "pretty little star" on her wrist. Sarah's all, "mmm-hmm," thoughtfully.
And she goes out to the garage where John and Cameron are STILL sorting through the forbidden technology pile, when Cameron announces that Sarah is coming, so they hastily clean everything up. And Sarah comes in and says, "I need to talk to John," and Cameron stands there until Sarah's all, "now!" and Cameron looks to John to get the all-clear and he nods for her to go.
So she strolls outside, and spots a pigeon on top of a brick wall, like what is with the death wish these stupid birds have? Is the Connor Compound some kind of test of bird fearlessness? She gets a little closer and the bird flies away. "Goodbye bird. There's a fifty-one percent chance I wouldn't have killed you." Not bad odds!
Anyway, in the garage, Sarah's talking to John, who looks stunned at whatever she's telling him, and then he walks outside and stares at Cameron for a moment before continuing on to the house. Sarah comes out and starts to say, "Cameron..." only Cameron cuts her off to say she already knows: "I heard you. Riley's dead."
John's staring out into the darkness outside when Cameron comes out on the deck or the porch or wherever we are. He's playing with the little pocketwatch/Cameron-disintegrator thing she made him. "Was it you? Did you kill her?" he asks, and he rudely doesn't even turn around or anything. "What if I did?" asks Cameron. Whoa, a little bit of sassiness. Stick that finger in the wound, Cameron. John tells her not to play games with him, and says he needs the truth. She says she didn't kill her. "I wanna believe you," he says, pointing out that sometimes she lies to him. "Yes, I do, but I'm not lying now. And I am sorry." For what, he asks. "For your loss," she says. He says he wants to believe that too, and stomps off into the house past Cameron, standing there impassively.