[muffled upbeat pop rock music]

- Oh.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[elevator chimes]

- Good morning.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Sir Mr. DeVille, Leader of Men.

[keys clacking] Oh, my God.

I figured out the mystery

with John and the comb.

I can't wait to tell you.

And...send.

[sighs]

[computer beeps]

- What?

[bass drops] [gasps]

Fuck me! I emailed Christian!

- [exhales]

[knocks]

- Come in. [voice echoes]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

I received an email.

I have to say, I was a bit, um, surprised.

Most people would never dare to send me such an email.

So...

I guess I just have one question.

What is up with John and the comb?

- Oh!

Um.

Well, yes. So...

Earlier this week,

I saw John drop a comb out of his pocket.

- Okay, first of all--

What? [laughs]

Why would a bald man have a comb?

- That's what I was wondering!

Then when I tried to give it back,

he denied the comb was his.

- Oh, okay, now this is just getting weird.

- So I come in this morning... - Oh, this is today?

I'm sorry. I'm interrupting.

You go.

- And I'm in the parking garage,

and I see him sitting in his car

combing his bald head.

- I am freaking out right now!

I could flip. - I'm not done.

This is where it gets really weird.

He started combing an invisible

pony tail!

- High and tight, or side?

- Hard to say.

But I could tell he was imagining bangs!

- [laughing]

Now that is haunting! - [laughs]

- By the way, have you ever noticed

how in meetings he always says,

"Oh, I was just thinking that."

- You know, I was just thinking that.

- I was just thinking that. - I was thinking that.

- No, really, I was. I was thinking that.

[both laughing]