Cameron breaks through into the room, only Sarkissian's not there, and it takes the Connor Crew WAY too long to figure that maybe he escaped through the little door in the corner. Cameron and Derek duck into the little crawlspace after him, while Sarah checks the computer with the security camera feed, and sees Sarkissian skulking in the alley after John. She runs out of the room to try to stop him, but she's too late. Sarkissian's grabbed John, and is pointing a gun at his head.

Here comes Derek to save the day -- well, some hero. He's found the little girl, who looks scared to death. "Not my kid," says Sarkissian. "Not mine either," says Derek. He leans down to whisper to the girl, asking if she's okay. Suddenly, he covers the girl's eyes, points his gun at Sarkissian and fires, getting him in the head. So much for Sarkissian! Sarah embraces John while Derek leads the little girl away. She's handling things at least as well as John, blubbering into his mom's shoulder.

Eventually, they go around the corner, where Derek's with the little girl. Sarah crouches down to talk to her. She asks if that was her daddy back in the alley. "No. My daddy went to the café," she says. God, shut up, kid! You want them to kill him too? Sarah asks if she knows how to get there from here. The kid nods, and Sarah sends her on her merry way. And John's found Sarkissian's hard drive, so it looks like the mission is a resounding success.

Silent Chiquita pulls up at the Connor Compound. The Connor Crew piles out of the car, except for Cameron, sitting directly behind Silent Chiquita. "Do I need to kill you now?" asks Cameron. If ever Silent Chiquita wanted to speak up, now might be the time. But she stays silent. What looks like, from a ways away, Cameron pointing a gun at the back of Silent Chiquita's neck, turns out to be her handing Silent Chiquita a gun. Chiquita takes it, and Cameron gets out of the car. Chiquita sits there alone, wondering if she's ever going to get a line, or if she's doomed to be like Darryl or the other brother Darryl.

Back at the FBI, Ellison's bringing Agent Brassy in on the Agent Kester/George Lazlo thing, only she scoffs when Ellison says that it's not actually George Lazlo. You know, his whole "someone killed a bunch of people and also killed a plastic surgeon after getting him to perform surgery to make the killer look like George Lazlo" theory, which includes the killer then putting himself in the FBI database as Agent Kester. "To what end?" she asks. Also, who is he? "What is he," says Ellison, and Agent Brassy seems to be wondering if she should just call security and have Ellison tossed into Pescadero with the rest of the tin hat brigade. "What is he, that stands across from a man, after killing two other men within thirty-six hours, and when asked of his involvement, can not only lie, but lie well. And not only lie well, but not blink, or twitch, or perform one simple human reaction to the situation?" I don't know, Ellison -- an ACTOR? No, futuristic robot assassin makes much more sense. Either way, shouldn't you guys be saddling up just on the basis of someone impersonating an FBI agent? Well, that's what they're going to do, but not for the right reason, but because Ellison thinks "what is he?" is more accurate than "who is he?"