Langly (in a shirt featuring Yo La Tengo -- a very mellow band for him) and Byers are on a soundstage, the one where the two dudes worked. It's the set to the new Cap'n Toby show, which makes Langly very, very happy. But! A producer who may or may not be evil has modernized the show. Clarence the Crab calls the producer "Il Duce," then calls him by his real name, John Gillnitz. Frank Spotnitz is one of the producers of TLG. ["Vince Gilligan is another." -- Wing Chun] Get it? It's meant to be them! Or, maybe not. There's a bit when the producer works with the Cap'n, trying to get him to lose old stuff from the old show and contemporize, man! Go cutting-edge! A nuclear submarine would not have a porthole! It's "not logical"! Hey, it's TV; it's not supposed to be logical. Langly rolls his eyes all over the place. Don't mess with his hero, man! But they are. The LGs introduce themselves to Gillnitz, who kisses their asses when he learns that they're "print journalists." For whom, I would ask. A daily? A paranoid weekly about government conspiracies and cover-ups? I mean, it's only logical that a TV producer would know the names of TV columnists for print outlets, or would at least ask for some credentials, or how they got on the set. But whatever! Last! Recap! Ever! Byers asks about the dead stagehands, and whether he may see their files. Whatever.
Back at the Gunpad, Frohike is examining the teeny tiny dart. Jimmy hovers, making Frohike jumpy. Somehow, the teeny tiny dart flies up and ends up stuck in Frohike's chest. Oh no! He's not going to die. Jimmy, channeling Steve Sanders from Beverly Hills, 90210, makes a fish face and attempts to suck out the poison. Yves walks in to view the tender scene and delivers a withering remark, again. Mark Snow goes off with the oboes and piccolos and the keyboard "bamp!" It's still not funny. Yves knows that Frohike won't die because he's a main character...I mean, "because she heard about this poison that loses its potency after being exposed to air for a few hours." And that's it. Yeah. And it's "rumored to be Red Chinese." Why was commie poison used to kill two stagehands? Should we care? Oh right. Still doing my job.
Cap'n Toby's dressing room. He takes off his cap, sighs, and starts speaking into a red telephone. In Chinese. Bum bum buuum!
Gunpad. Langly switches off the TV (the Cap'n's on!) and says, "They've ruined my childhood!" I have four words for that: you are not alone. And six more: Josie and the Pussycats, the movie. Okay? Quit crying. Anyway, Frohike finds out that the two dead stagehands were really federal agents, working in the Chinese Intelligence Unit. But why were they working on a children's TV show? To bust a chinese spy ring, duh! Langly refuses to accept that the Cap'n is a spy. He blames the producer, Gillnitz. Sweet mother of pearl, we have thirty-nine minutes left. Can I just say, it's the blonde lady! I mean, really. We all know this. Please. Come. On.