So, Sam shows up at the girl’s apartment – using the caller ID, he found her father’s name in Bobby’s address book. Standing outside her door, he has to tell her that Bobby passed away and you can see it costs him. Saying it out loud makes it real. *rubs heart* He convinces her that he’s there to help and she lets him in, saying she has 911 on speed dial.
The girl, Krissy Chambers (and am I the only one who thought it interesting that she shared a similar moniker as Chris Chambers, rebellious but damaged tough teen from Stephen King’s The Body, aka Stand by Me? Yes? Okay then…), asks Sam if he’s a ‘salesman,’ too, and says her dad has been on the road and it’s been 5 days since he checked in. You can see the familiar childhood she has been living hitting home for Sam as he looks around the sparsely furnished apartment. He asks her to fix some coffee, then goes to look through her dad’s desk and closet, finally finding Chambers’s own ‘wall of weird’ behind his clothes in the closet. It doesn’t take him long to figure out where Chambers took off to, and he heads out, telling Krissy he has a lead and will check in.
Elsewhere, Dean pulls up to Frank’s house in a maroonish Buick Skylark. And I swear every time I see a Buick Skylark, I think of My Cousin Vinnie and Marissa Tomei’s memorable testimony: “…there is no way that these tire marks were made by a 1964 Buick Skylark convertible. These marks were made by a 1963 Pontiac Tempest.”
Sorry. I digress.
Dean heads inside, gun drawn, and finds the place cleaned out. He mutters that this is not good just before we hear a round being chambered behind him. He turns, raising his gun and setting his mouth in a serious line all in one smooth move. *very cool* Standing behind him is Frank with an Uzi or some such thing. They have a bit of a face-off, Dean trying to convince Frank he’s not a Leviathan.
Frank: That’s just what a Leviathan would say. Dick Roman’s a Leviathan…Gweneth Paltrow’s a Leviathan….
Frank: Trust me.
*laugh* Poor Gwennie.
Dean, declaring that Frank has done a little too much research, says that Levi’s bleed black, and to convince Frank he’s not a “big mouth,” he pulls out his switch blade and cuts his arm. Frank’s like, oh, okay cool, and Dean’s all, hold up! Fair’s fair!
So, Frank cuts the palm of his hand and everyone bleeds red. Frank tells Dean to get his gun and come with him – and not to make any noise, which I thought was ironic because just moments before Frank had been willing to shoot Dean to see what color his blood was. But oh, well. They drive to what looks like an old barn and inside is an RV stocked with all of Frank’s computers, TVs, and “spy” equipment.
He told Dean that as soon as he started to poke around Dick Roman (ha!) he was being watched. Dean’s doubtful that the Leviathans are watching Frank Devereaux but Frank argues that while there’s no pill for his particular brand of psychosis, he’s been doing this long enough, he knows when someone is watching him. He says that the Big Mouths are all over – bankers, military higher ups, etc.
Dean: So that’s why you didn’t call me back?
Frank: You called me four days ago.
Dean: I called you four weeks ago!
Frank: Days…weeks, quit bustin’ my chops.
Dean is practically vibrating with incredulity. “I paid $15 grand for this info!”
Okay…where’d he get $15 grand? More dragon gold? Yowza.
Dean gets in Franks face, very serious. “Dick Roman is every card in my hit deck. You understand that? Those numbers have something to do with him. Bobby died for those numbers.”
Frank says he’s sorry about Bobby and starts to reminisce about one time they were in Fresno and Dean cuts him off, turning away, and declares that he’s not going to play the “this one time” game with someone who barely knew Bobby. This wasn’t a friendship; he’s paying Frank to help him get to intel he can’t get to on his own. Frank starts to suggest that a little LSD might help Dean out a little, and before Dean can storm out, Frank snags him back by saying that while the numbers are bupkis, they could “probability generate.” Which…what?
Frank: You run the most reasonable possibility for a Levi-related (hee – he actually says ‘Levi’) five-digit number written by a dying drunk, you come up flat. THEN you start to wonder…hey…maybe I’m missing a number.
Dean’s like why would you think that and Frank’s like because Bobby was dying of brain trauma, so…he basically did some kind of math-fu and realized that by adding a 6th number, the pattern was coordinates. Which, of course we all knew the moment Bobby wrote them down in Death’s Door. Because we’re so awesome. *grins*
He shows Dean the coordinates lead to a field in Wisconsin that is owned by a subsidiary business of Richard Roman Enterprises. Yahtzee. They plan to head there and set up surveillance.
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