Mrs. FLG: Who do you think is out in this weather?
FLG: Probably those idiot Feds again.
FLG opens the door.
FLG: Speak of the devil. Good morning Agents Fitz and Mallory. What brings you out in the snowstorm?
Fitz: They've disappeared him.
FLG: They didn't disappear him.
FLG: Email's right here. He wrote, "Non Papist prayers headed your way for the health of Miss FLG and Mrs. FLG." Very nice of him. I was extremely concerned at the time.
Fitz and Mallory nod.
Fitz: That's it then.
FLG: Why can I never understand what you are talking about?
Fitz: We haven't been able to find NBS since Christmas Day. We think Sir Basil took him out on the way to visit you at the hospital.
Mallory: We're not sure of the exact timeline, but he dropped off our radar after that. We weren't concerned about you, of course.
FLG: You think Basil whacked NBS, and you aren't concerned that he shows up at the maternity ward where my wife and baby are?
Fitz: It's a heretic thing. Killing an Episcopalian, that's one thing. Taking down a heretic? That's another ballgame altogether. They're way out of practice.
FLG: Maybe, but Baz is old school with military training. He thinks the Spanish Inquisition was too timid. I think he called it a pillow fight. His nickname for Tomás de Torquemada is "the guy with the velvet gloves."
Fitz: Yes, and you are a pirate and bull fighter with a huge heretical streak. They won't take you out without thinking long and hard about it. Plus, you were trained by the Jesuits. Who knows what you know. You might know enough to take down everything. Sure, they say the Jebbies are a different religion, but they know enough. Too much really.
Mallory: Shouldn't have called me a monkey.
FLG: Correction. Chimp.
Fitz: Enough. We still want you to wear that wire.
Miss FLG begins crying.
FLG: I've got to get her. I'm sure you can find your own way out. Especially you, monkey boy.
Mallory: Hey, you said chimp!