Gil's kind of interested in how one responds when one's married to a 250-pound baby. Answer: by shutting down. Donna says, "Look, I'm sorry, but you can't have sex with a man after you've seen him...behave like that. So in order to save our marriage, we had, uh, an arrangement. On Thursday nights, I go to the club with my friends, he hires a babysitter." Who the babysitter is doesn't concern her; so far as she's concerned, it was only a small variation of the piece-on-the-side routine that some magnates regard as their birthright. Brass asks, "Why didn't you leave him?" and Donna gives him a regretful look before answering, "Nobody leaves Bruce." Brass suggests that maybe Donna got Bruce to leave her by pushing him off the balcony. Which would totally not jibe with the timeline Grasshopper, Adopted Son Number Three and Warrick established from the security logs, but why let the facts get in the way of a good interrogation? Donna points out, "He'd already fallen when I got home. I turned him over, I watched him die. I got rid of his diaper. I rolled up the carpet, I changed my clothes, then I called 911. And I should have left him in the damn diaper! I don't know what I was protecting!" "Your reputation," Brass muses. "Donna may be an opportunist, but she is not a murderer," points out the intermittently faithful family retainer. Donna closes out the conversation by insisting that her husband didn't commit suicide, but she'd like the police to find the murderer so she can bestow upon their head all manner of reward.