After they go, Tommy manhandles poor Tammy and interrogates her about Carlton's call. She lies and tells him that she accidentally erased his message, and confesses that she didn't tell Tommy because she was afraid she lost them some business. At this, Tommy whips out his lighter, and ignites this huge flame, which he holds next to Tammy's face. He wants to see into her eyes, which he calls, in a massive, head-trauma-inducing cliché, "the windows of the soul," to see if she's lying. Tammy shrinks from the flame. Dude, try TURNING ON THE LIGHTS. Maybe that's why you can't see, you dumb-ass. Tammy squeals that she isn't lying. Tommy buys it, and switches off his Giant Flame of Blind Testosterone and stomps out of the office. Okay, so he's basically blind, right? It seems like it would be awfully easy to escape his clumsy sexual harassment techniques. Also, she could totally make faces at him, and he wouldn't even know, which is actually exactly what I look for in my bosses.

Will this episode EVER END? I want to CRY. The agents look up Tommy's rap sheet, and see that he did time for grand theft auto. It takes them twenty minutes to figure out that the blind guy must have a partner in crime to drive the car. And then fifteen more minutes to figure out that it must be his brother. Oh, they're twins! "I hate twins," Doggett grouses. Long beat. "Twins never rat each other out." Get it? "Rat"? "RAT"? See what they did there? Brilliant! Scully wonders if "someone else in the office" will be a rat. Why didn't she just say "Tammy"? We know who you mean, Scully. There are only three people in the damn office. And I know you're trying to be all dramatic, and shit, but I'm just trying to barrel my way through this episode so I can watch my suck-ass UCLA basketball team lose another game, because our coaching blows chunks, and then I can fall into a deep depression and lose myself in alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex with incredibly handsome strangers. Or whatever. ["Or a meatloaf sandwich, perhaps?" -- Wing Chun]