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As we return to the action, a very powerful mob boss with the seemingly unthreatening name of Mr. Leo is reading Wesley Snipes the riot act. "I don't like cleaning up after my employees," Mr. Leo purrs, to Wesley Snipe's protestations. "Shut up -- so Roxanne is dead, and tonight, I got to pick up from the source myself. I don't like that." Wesley Snipes points out that he has a wide array of girls at his disposal; Mr. Leo rejoins that Wesley Snipes has an equally wide array of problems. This is turning out to be not a very positive employee review at all. Bottom line: Mr. Leo threatens to find another distributor for his cocaine, which has Wesley Snipes vowing to improve upon his performance. After reaching mutually agreed-upon goals, Wesley Snipes and Mr. Leo resolve to have regularly scheduled check-ins to chart progress on those deliverables. Sadly, the fact that there's a missing package of cocaine will have to go in Wesley Snipes's HR file. Mr. Leo concludes the meeting by advising Wesley Snipes to go bail out Carla: "Maybe she knows where Roxanne put [the cocaine]." Coincidentally -- and this doesn't speak well of Mr. Leo's cognitive capacities -- Tubbs has reached the same conclusion: "The girl knows something, Lieutenant," he manages to sputter. "Otherwise, [Bill Paxton] wouldn't be fighting so hard to protect her. The question is, how do we get to the girl." Lt. Castillo's brainstorm -- delivered as his eyes never leave the tops of shoes, nor does his voice ever escalate above a monotone -- is that Tubbs go undercover as the greatest pimp who ever pimped in Pimpdom. Tubbs wonders whether this means he'll have to borrow an outfit from Gina or Trudy. Crockett and Paxton pull up at Casa de Paxton just as one of the missuses -- "missi"? -- is heading out to work. Barb is furious. "Internal affairs already called," Mrs. Paxton I says snippily. "Let's talk in the house." Crockett can't ignore this one last opportunity to pass on his knowledge in re: the duality of the undercover police officer. "I've been where you are," Crockett says. "And I know where you're going." To a lucrative career as a pay-TV polygamist? Yeah, you wish, Don Johnson. Back in lock-up, Gina is still in hooker garb -- and I need to point out that the 14-year-old version of me has no complaint with any of that -- and planting the seeds of dissent in Carl's fecund mind. "My man could do a lot for a pretty little thing like you," Gina tells Carla, just before deriding the pimping prowess of a number of local gentlemen of leisure, including Mr. Wesley Snipes. Carla is incredulous that this mysterious stranger would know so much about her pimp's business plan. "My man's moving in on all their action," Gina scoffs. "How 'bout I tell him about you?" Carla is intrigued; Carla is also gullible. "I got busted on possession," Carla whines. "My bail's $5,000." Gina counsels Carla not to worry about such petty things as bail -- not when her pimp, Butch (a.k.a. the undercover Ricardo Tubbs), is on the case.