Hammering home the contrast even further, Brenda the redhead says frustratedly, "I'm fat, Ms. Sidle. I am a fat woman. I've tried diet after diet, joined gym after gym, done obesity programs, obsessed about drastic surgery...and I'm still fat. I didn't get my high school crush -- I did his homework. I didn't get the one in college either. He became my 'friend.' But Maurice left a note in my slot on the message board. And he made me feel special, sexy, wanted." Sara asks, "Did you know about the other woman?" and Brenda indicates exactly how low her self-respect is with, "When I went to his room, she was leaving." Sara speaks for all of us with: "And you slept with him anyway?"
Brenda says she did, and then afterwards, that's when she started getting mad. Sara asks if there was a fight. Nope. According to Brenda, she merely waited for Maurice to fall asleep, and "then I smothered him with a pillow and held him down until he stopped moving." Well. Sara's got nothing to say to that. ["Brenda will be handling all of my breakups from now on, in conjunction with Clive Owen's character in Closer. …We're adjourned." -- Sars]
Back on the gambling plot -- which is growing so boring to me, I'm fighting the urge to nap as I type this -- Warrick and Brass are walking over to a car that Mitch Urbana had reported stolen the week before. A uniform pops the trunk on Warrick's say-so, and Warrick notices a lot of little metal filings inside. If you'd spent the previous 30 minutes on tenterhooks wondering, "Where, O God? Wherever did some mystery shooter saw the shotgun that did young Kelvin in?" -- well, now you can relax.
Cut to Mitch vigorously denying any link between his stolen car, the sawed-off shotgun, and the faceless body of Kelvin Russell. If he'd only disown whomever gave him the hairplugs and the fake 'n' bake, he'd come out ahead after this episode. Mitch babbles about the gestalt of numbers for a while, and it's nothing you won't miss if you don't just rent Casino already, which provides a much better explanation and carries the extra bonus of the oh-so-satisfying Sharon Stone Buys It scene.
Anyway, Brass says, "Let me tell you what I think: you're gay -- as gay as the Queen's Easter bonnet. Gayer than Can't Stop the Music. Gayer than Oscar Wilde's address book." Mitch looks at him and goes, "No. What the hell? Where did you get --?" "Hey, asking people if they're gay is apparently my thing this season. I think it gets them," Brass shrugs. "And I figure if this law enforcement gig doesn't work out, I can always go to work for the Advocate and spend all my time outing people."