Outside, Ray ponders why Zach would kill that girl. Not to leap to conclusions, or anything. Can't we get a print or something? Gedrick says that Zach isn't necessarily guilty. "Where?" Ray asks. "On Planet Crack?" Ray and Gedrick are now on Sunset Boulevard, just east of Fairfax, outside the Bank of America, across the street from a Blockbuster Video. Apparently, the Berman mansion is inside The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Ray says that since Zach "knew" Joy in the Biblical way, he obviously stabbed her repeatedly with a fireplace poker. Otherwise, he has no reason to lie. Gedrick says he might have been trying to cover up the video, since webcam non-sex four-second clips of a girl and a guy kissing might totally fuck up his chances of attending Yale, the school where his famous father donated a stadium-seating screening room. Yes, the old story. Ray says the papers will have a field day with this one: "Ivy League Killer Gets 25 To Life." The radio goes off in the car, which makes me wonder whether they left their car running and the windows open on Sunset while they went for a latte. Anyway, McPointy's calling them to the Santa Monica Airfield, where Zach Berman is currently boarding a getaway plane. Ray amends his front-page headline to: "Ivy League Killer Flees In Daddy's Private Jet; Ivy League Killer Nabbed By Hero Cops." Kinda lengthy.
Airfield. The plane takes off once Gedrick and Ray arrive, so they don't get to make an arrest. I don't know how Ray can identify which jet is Berman's, but he does with just a pointing motion towards the sky. Fearless, Wahlberg, and McPointy show up in another car. McPointy runs up to the limo that's driving off. He pounds on the hood of the car, yelling at Berman that whoever tipped him off to the cops did a great job. "I hope you give him a big tip!" he shouts. We watch the rage in his eyes as we finally fade to commercial.
Joel. We've gone back in time, because it's back when Wahlberg had his day off. He's at an air and space museum with Willy. No crazy wife to be seen. Wahlberg's got Willy by the arm and wants to know where he "heard those words." Willy doesn't want to face the wrath of Dad, the same wrath that may or may not have made Mommy want to kill herself. Wahlberg asks if Willy heard them from a friend, or a movie. Willy shakes his head, touching museum pieces as if he's allowed to do such a thing. Walhberg sits down on some kind of antique engine, completely disregarding the rules of museums, and demands that Willy tell him where he heard the bad words. Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on this shitty writing right 'chere: "You." You, all right?!? I learned them from watching you!! Wahlberg says he doesn't talk like that. "When you're driving!" Willy wails, before running off unattended, deep into the museum, as Wahlberg takes a cell-phone call. Yes, he's one of those people who yell into their cell phones in quiet places like museums and libraries. The shitty parenting skills? Not the cursing; it's the lack of parenting. Wahlberg reminds Fearless over the phone that it's his day off.