Okay, so whatever, they're going over their respective files and yammering on about Digger. It is SO not interesting at this point. But I just love Will Patton, so I keep watching, hoping he'll do something quirky or unusual or smartly character-actor-y. He doesn't. He pretty much just sits there with his hair all woofy and this pained expression on his face, but I love him anyway.
Out of the blue, Patton asks Dmitry what his shoe size is. Thinking that Patton's actually fishing to find out if the myth about big hands and big feet is true, Dmitry initially doesn't answer. Patton finally gets it out of him, and then Patton has this sort of hilarious Keystone Cops moment where he pulls out the shoe tread picture and all but scratches the top of his head in mock confusion. It got a "hee" out of me, and that's no easy feat. ["Heh. 'Feat.' Nice one. Okay, I'll go back to not caring now." -- Sars]
Basically, Patton thinks the shoe tread in question belongs to Dmitry. It's a Russian-made shoe in Dmitry's size. Dmitry tries with all his might to deny that it's his, but Patton won't be unconvinced. Dmitry calmly informs Patton that he didn't kill Digger. Patton believes him, but still thinks Dmitry was on Digger's property.
Debriefing Room Of The Grand Gorgonzola. They're all filling Monsignor Mascarpone in on the details of the whole bombs-for-sale scenario. The phone rings, and Rocky tells everyone that they tapped the phone of the guy who followed Paige and Billy last night and, if anyone's even remotely interested, they can listen in on a conversation right this minute. All the players are mercifully silent as they eavesdrop on what eventually turns out to be the private detective talking to Paige's ex-husband. Yawn. Was there a scene here? Did something happen? I'm sorry, I thought there was a whole bomb-scare national-crisis thing going on. I didn't realize that this show was actually about Paige and her sorry-ass personal life. Somebody get me a number two lead pencil. I need to stick it in my ear and poke my brain with it.
Meanwhile, Dmitry and Patton are walking along, happy as can be. They have this whole useless conversation about how Dmitry was, indeed, at Digger's the night he was killed, but that he was there to protect him. No, see, if you were there to protect him, HE WOULDN'T BE DEAD. Nice job, Russkie. "So who do you think stole that bomb?" Patton asks. "What bomb?" says Dmitry. You know what? If I cared more, I'd be really fucking irritated right now. As it is, I'm only moderately annoyed that half of the cast keeps talking about a bomb and the other half keeps acting like there isn't one. MAKE. UP. YOUR. MINDS. There's either a bomb, or there isn't. Which one is it? Huh? Which one?
Back to Trivial Land. Paige is all a-twitter in Miles's office. She's pissed off at her ex for interfering not only in her life, but also in a CIA operation that could save millions of lives. Whatever. Go back to your desk, Paige. We'll page you when we give a shit.