Hank: "Totally. Yeah, why is she still alive despite all my efforts?"
"I need you to fix this clock is why!" For real that's why.
White Vincent: "This clock doesn't work quite right that I got from that little girl who was also an ancient man of Christian Hinduism saint powers and of clocks."
Jacinda: "Oh, do I have a single trait or quality all of a sudden? I thought I was just an object belonging to a white guy."
White Vincent: "No, your only trait or quality is clocks. Fix this clock or puzzle. It will lead, presumably, to other clocks. Other puzzles. Einstein maybe. And while you're doing that, also put on his dress. Being a hostage has stunk you up."
Jacinda: "I guess you've never had a hostage this long, since you always kill them. You know, like people do with hostages."
Verbatim this bitch says, "If I help you, are you gonna return me safely to my husband?"
White Vincent: "God knows he deserves it. What with the apocalypse coming he won't have time to go looking for another woman-shaped object to brighten up the place with."
Jacinda: "I will go on a date with you and fix this clock for you, because that is the extent of my value as a person. But dammit, you need to bring me clock supplies!"
MØDƎЯN SKƎPTiȻ MAGAZINE
Girl One: "How's the wife? Still a hostage?"
Hank: "Yeah, super annoying. Plus Vincent got a clock. Frankly I don't know which part pisses me off more. Oh and get this, a Rosicrucian tried to kill me. India is a shithole."
Skeptikids: "If the Rosicrucians are the good guys, what does that make us?"
They figure out that Mamie Gummer's sister, along with FBI Lady, broke into the magazine while they were off picking up Hank from the airplane or whatever. Even though it's this thriving print magazine for lunatics that supposedly has a huge staff and unlimited travel budget, Hank still thinks probably Girl Skeptikid forgot to lock up. I wonder if she has an apartment or if, when he bought her from that orphanage, he was like, "You will live here now. Like a gerbil."
Actually though, my intuition is that one of the many levels of incompetence at play in this show is that the writers wrote it to be a certain kind of grimy situation -- you know, like the Lone Gunmen -- and then a separately tone-deaf producer or director was like, "I think the magazine press should be more airy and like an Ikea model apartment" and nobody cared, so nobody said anything. I would say half of the gonzo retardo shit about this show probably is that, just people saying, "My lazy dumb hack portion of this is complete, send it down the line."