Philip then goes upstairs and tells Henry to brush his teeth. Henry says he just did, but he is s LYING CHILD and Philip knows it. "If I check your toothbrush right now and it's dry..." he says. Henry's like, "Then you'll what?" Philip just stares at him and crosses his arms. He's already dislocated one shoulder tonight.
Stan returns home to find a note that "we went to the movies." The wife and the teenage son? Together? That's kind of adorable. I hope Elizabeth finds out and gets insanely jealous of such a close bond. He looks out his window and sees Philip and Henry playing some late-night hockey in the driveway, so he saunters on over. Philip finishes up the game and sends Henry inside (where he hopefully will actually brush his teeth this time). He and Stan then small-talk like two neighbors who weren't both in the garage last week, one snooping in a truck, the other armed with a gun. I love how Philip's love of hockey is a weird little tell for his Soviet origins. You'd think the Directorate S protocols would dictate that he be a Redskins fan. They get to talking about suburb live vs. city like and idyllic Americana and blah blah blah. Stan finally pulls his trump card: the tin of caviar he stole from the shop owner. Interested? Next thing, both men are inside, eating caviar off of tortilla chips and drinking beer. I don't know if this is just garden-variety trying to get closer to his suspects or if Stan is looking for a specific reaction from Philip, but since Philip isn't like, "RUSSIAN CAVIAR, MOTHER'S MILK" about it, I don't think Stan's getting much out of this encounter.
After the break, Philip finds Heylia on her walk to work and hands her the wrapped clock. He says she's to put it back where she found it, and the antidote is hers. "Don't you worry about God?" she asks him. He matter-of-factly tells her no. He worries about her, about her son, about what will happen if she doesn't put the clock back. He should worry about the manufacturers of his mustache glue. Shit's looking loose today.
Elsewhere, those fucking pig cops Stan and Chris are back harassing the stereo shop owner. They still want to know who that woman was and what she wanted. Stereo Guy continues to admirably stand up for the right of privacy, but Stan has Chris (whom he calls the Bureau's un-fireable minority agent) put a chokehold on the guy and stuff his mouth full of speaker padding. These guys. Fuck these guys.