Doctor Hoof: This is the young man here. He was in a coma for over sixteen hours. [a shot of Saten with a bandage around his head. He too has the beard face warmer on, but no black eye like Sword had]

Ditto: Doctor, could you remove his face warmer? We'd like to speak with him.

Doctor Hoof:

Of course. [removes the warmer. Saten awakens].

Ditto: Hello Saten, it's me Ditto.. The doctor said you've had some... visions about our newest murder?

Saten: ... I see a man.. with a baseball cap. [Ditto snaps his fingers and Murphy whips out a notepad and pen, as Saten hoped, they fall for it] Oh, I see it.. The guy's name is Michael Deets, and he lives at 621 Castillo Street. He's usually there between seven and eleven p.m.

Ditto: What do you think, Mitch?

Murphy: I don't know. I mean, this boy is certainly no Master Sword . [Saten clenches his teeth in rage] But we'll check this Deets guy out. But let's use that one thing that we never use.

Ditto: True, and we're use ... What's that one thing that starts with an R that we never use?

Murphy...Restraint?

Ditto: Yeah, yeah, restraint. We'll check this guy out, but let's use some restraint. [they leave]

Skips back Michael Deets' unfinished basement. He's still showing Sword his slides.

Michael Deets: Look! Look at the things I've done! Here I am at Yellowstone National Park! [shows off the picture] Do you see?! Here are pictures of my trip to Cheyenne for Frontier Days. DO YOU SEE?!

Sword: Oh, God! I'm so bored! Somebody help me! [the doorbell is heard. The two detectives are outside, Ditto ringing the doorbell.

Ditto: Remember Sargent. Restraint.

Murphy: Yes sir.

[Michael Deets opens the door]

Ditto: Good evening, sir. We're from the police. We were just wondering if we could take a quick look around your house, Misterrr...

Michael Deets: ... God.

Ditto: Well, Mr. God, it won't take but a second; it might help us with an investigation. [Michael shows them in. The house is dark, with stacks of paper everywhere. Pictures of his victims line the walls. Downstairs, Sword, gagged, tries to get attention desperetly.]

Ditto (not hearing): I see you like cutting the eyes out of photos of women. I use to be a big fan of that, too.. Before marrying Luna.

Michael Deets: Yes.. Pretty woman.

Murphy: Chief! In here! [Ditto runs into the next room. They both face a wall of left hands nailed in place]

Ditto: Jesus H... That boy was right! Arrest that guy! [Murphy gets right on it]. Whoa-whoa-wait-wait-hey-wait-wait-yo! Oh, wait a minute, no ah, I'm wrong.

Murphy: Sir?

Ditto: This isn't the guy. The serial killer always cuts off the victims' left hands.

Murphy: So?

Ditto: Well those aren't left hands. [holds up his own left hand, palm in] See, on your left hand, the thumb faces to the left. Those are all right hands.

Murphy: Ohhh. [they return to the living room]

Ditto: Nope, this isn't our man. [they turn to leave the house and see Michael Deets in the shadows] We're sorry, Mr. God. It appears we've wasted your time. [they head out]

OUTSIDE:

Murphy: Heh, pretty amazing coincidence that guy had a bunch of hands on his wall. Heh, no wonder that boy thought he was a killer.

Ditto: [stops and thinks] Yeah... Amazing coincidence... (lifts his left hand, seeing it can turn to look right handed, making for a obvious expernation of what happened).

Murphy: Ditto? What is it?

Ditto: I'm not sure. I'm gonna have to run some tests... [runs off to do just that]

Montage. Ditto types away at his computer, then analyzes his left hand again, then returns to the keyboard. He then goes to the lab and looks over his notes. Next to him are two hands, one right and one left. He rotates the right hand so both thumbs point to the left, from his POV, then takes more notes. He develops some pictures in the darkroom and finds matching hands. He works with a 3D model drawing with another computer, then traces his left hand on a wall and takes measurements. He returns to the lab and works with some chemicals. Next he chops some firewood into smaller chunks. Next he's at a gym jumping rope. Next he's at a beach playing volleyball with some women. Next he's repairing the body of a car with a welding torch...

Luna is seen reading a book at her house.

Ditto: (walks bye) ... Honey, do you remember what I was supposed to be doing?

Luna: I don't know, something about hands.

Ditto: [snaps his fingers] Oh right! The hands! Right!

[the montage resumes. Again he goes to his computer and types away then he's back at the lab taking pictures of the two fake hands there, then makes silhouettes of a dog, then models another hand in the computer and gets a match.

Ditto: Got it!

THAT EVENING, BACK IN THE BASEMENT:

Michael Deets: That's it, no more pictures. [walks in front of Sword and faces him, then pulls out a sharp knife] Time to die.

Sword (tearfully): No, please! I'm sorry I gave other people credit for your killings. Ahah, it was, it was very wrong for me to lie about the other psychics and get them arrested.

Michael Deets: Your hand will be one with the others.

Sword: Please just let me go! Ah, I'm gonna tell everyone I'm not really psychic! I've learned my lesson! Please, I don't wanna- [spots Ditto and Murphy sneaking down] ... I don't wanna have to use my psychic mind missile on you! [begins to concentrate and make noises]

Michael Deets: What are yo-

Ditto (him and Murphy point police issue Glock17s): Hold it right there, killer! [Michael Deets turns and rushes at them with the knife. Ditto and Murphy fire four shots into him, killing him. The detectives advance, and Ditto for no appearent reason Ditto fires a 5 shot into his offview corpse, getting blood all over him.

Ditto: (looks around, and fires a sixth shot, getting more blood splattered on himself, again for no appearent reason.]

Sword: ... You got here just in time. He was gonna kill me because he was insanely jealous of my incredible psychic ability.