Cut to Nicky in an interrogation room with Andy and his mom. Nicky says soberly, "You're Chase's best friend, Andy. I need to know what happened last night." Andy's mom replies, "Andy was supposed to sleep over at Chase's, but Chase wasn't feeling well, so Andy came home early instead." Nicky tells the nice lady to butt out and let Andy talk. Nicely, of course, since this is Nicky and he's physically incapable of summoning the snark that flows so naturally from Hodges or Brass.
Andy sings like Vienna Boys' Choir: he had told his mom he was sleeping at Chase's house, Chase told his sister he was sleeping at Andy's house, and then they lurked around the high school party. We flash back to the adolescent bacchanal. Chase and Andy are drinking beer. Andy says, "This tastes horrible," and Chase replies, "Keep drinking. It must get better." Ah, the sweet naiveté of youth. Andy explains that "Jackie caught us and made us leave. We promised to go to my house. But we hit the bars instead." Y'all know "the bars" is shorthand for "wandered around town," right?
Nicky then wanders into Hodges's lab and exhorts him, "Talk to me, Goose." Oh my GOD, please don't tell me Nicky's in the throes of a Top Gun thing. If Hodges is Goose to Nicky's Maverick, who's the Iceman in this scenario? Warrick? Chomp. Cavaliere? Chomp. More disturbingly...who's his Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood?
Hodges says lightly, "According to Tox, Junior was a boozer. BAC was three times the legal limit." Nicky explains that Jackie had a kegger. For some reason, this sets Hodges off: "How old were you when you first got drunk?" Nicky was 16 or 17. Hodges muses, "Amortized over a generation...twelve's about right." Nicky replies, "You're saying two generations from now, four-year-olds are going to be getting trashed?" With a somewhat evil little smile, Hodges replies, "Preschool graduation parties are going to be off the hook." I LOVE HIM for that. Oh, Hodges, you've grown on me like the mold in a bodybuilder's eye.