Cut to DPB's office. Moronica and Doggett come storming in. Moronica looks quite irritable. DPB smarms that he was just coming to see them. Moronica tells him that they need to talk to him "about New York." She sits down and glares at him. "You got the files, didn't you?" DPB asks. Moronica clarifies that she's talking about when they were working together in New York. DPB isn't following. "I used to get take-out from a place on 11th Street. A little hole in the wall. Maybe you remember it? Carlo's," Moronica begins. DPB shoots a confused look at Doggett, and takes a seat. "Is it me, or is this becoming an odd conversation?" DPB asks. Doggett says nothing. Moronica continues, saying that, one night, she was waiting for her order and wandered over to the kitchen. Where she saw DPB talking to a Mob guy. "I saw you take money from him, Brad -- a stack of it," she says. DPB keeps his cool. "So, instead of asking me to explain it, or even reporting me to the Bureau, you broke off our relationship and moved away?" DPB asks. Moronica says she's not "defending her actions." Because she "cared for him." DPB nods defensively. "And now you're coming here, because you think I'm on the take," he spits. "Maybe I was on the take when Agent Doggett's son was murdered." Doggett points out that someone had to help Regali out. DPB spits that he was paying off an informant. "It's all documented. The entire operation," he tells them. "Now, I can prove what I'm saying. Can you?" Oh, DPB. You are a man of action. Lying does not become you. Everyone stares. I have to say, Cary Elwes has really improved his American accent. "You should have come to me, [Moronica]," he continues. "Especially given what I know now." What's that, you ask? That PPP died in a car accident in 1978. Well, the guy whose name PPP is using died in a car accident in 1978. This guy? A mental patient. Paranoid schizophrenic. Nice background checks you got there, FBI. "There's another thing," DPB tells a stricken-looking Doggett and Moronica. "We can also place him in New York City in 1993. The year your son was murdered." Doggett looks pale and horrified.
So everyone puts on their Kevlar vests and skips over to PPP's Palace of Pain, where he waits for them with pursed lips. I like his khakis. Mental illness is not an excuse not to be turned out nicely, people. Okay, maybe it is. Moving on. The SWAT team swarms to handcuff PPP and haul him off. Doggett looks at the Wall of Death, which has been denuded of every photograph. He looks stricken. Moronica looks sad. And sort of cute in Kevlar. Who knew?