There's some highly manufactured sexual vibes being exchanged between Paige and Billy while she cements his mustache to his face. Yuck. Yuck-a-doo. Paige leaves, and the author of the Thong article shows up. Billy and FBI Guy pretend to be interested in offering Thong Dude a book deal, complete with some earnest money, in order to get the ID of the source of the bomb article. Thong Dude is more than happy to comply. Then he lets it slip that some Russian movie producer has contacted him as well. Hello! Red flag! Guess the Russians are interested in the identity of this source as well. Shocker part quatre.

Rocky's Office Of Complacent Subterfuge. Patton enters. Rocky and Patton yak about the Thong source and the fake Russian movie producer, but it's really just filler, because Patton's actually here to ask why in the hell Cheese Stands Alone is acting all funky about the reality of a suitcase bomb. See, Patton's all about the truth; he's earned the truth, he can handle the truth, but neither Rocky nor Director Danbo is presenting the truth.

Meanwhile, Paige and Billy are riding along in Billy's car as Billy notices that they're being followed. There's some more manufactured sexual vibes as Billy requests that Paige invite him up to her place. Paige asks if this is a line that Billy uses to pick up chicks, and Billy tells her that it's simply a ruse to buy them time so he can get one of the CIA spooks on the trail of their follower. Or something like that. It's basically just a reason to get Billy into Paige's apartment and make us, the audience, think that the Russians are coming, the Russians are coming.

Back in the USSR. Rocky's dining on what looks like a plate of boiled potatoes while Dmitry peruses the Thong article. Rocky states that the CIA knows about the Russians talking to Thong Dude. Dmitry wants to know why they're playing this little game. "I don't view it as a game," says Rocky, taking a sip of what I'm hoping is a Jack and Coke. "Then you're either a better liar than I thought," says Dmitry, "or you need to have a serious talk with your director." Sniff. Sniff. What's that smell? That would be the overwhelming stench of a hefty square of Limburger wafting on the wind, my friends.