The hallway's struggle-free. Catherine sighs, "The only clue is no clue." The swing shift then, uh, swings into Bruce's office. Catherine sing-songs, "The inner sanctum." Nicky muses, "If these walls could talk..." Then they'd protest the hideously stuffy décor. Catherine wanders over to the desk, and the minute a creepy, high-register lullaby-type tune begins playing, she notes that Bruce left a Scotch-and-milk and a half-smoked Cuban cigar on his desk. Nicky writes off the drink with, "Maybe he had ulcers," "You get as good as you give," Warrick shoots back. It's apparent he's of the "In the end, the love you make...is equal to the love you take" school of management. Nicky notices the same set of white, greasy handprints in the office -- this time, they're on the floor. Catherine asks, "What are they doing there?" Leading to a violent and confusing flashback that tells us nothing? That's my guess.

Meanwhile, Gil and Sofia are in the morgue with David the "I thought you were leaving?" coroner. They're all standing over Bruce's body. David says, "From everything I've heard, this guy was a considerable ass. Speaking of which, from the damage to his sphincter, I'd say he suffered repetitive insertions." Gil's all, "Rectal insertion?" "The ass comment didn't clue you in?" David snaps. Oh, he does not. But he should have. Instead, he confirms it and goes on to describe perimortem bruises to the hips, and a "peculiar rash around his genitals, slathered in ointment." Gil is wearing a look that says, "Please don't end that sentence in 'Texas style!' Because I would like to keep liking barbecue." David continues, "[The rash] doesn't read as an STD I'm familiar with. I swabbed the ointment. I also found a gallon of milky fluid in his stomach. Trace has that too, along with some fecal matter I scraped off his feet. For what it's worth. Nail are manicured -- all but one thumb, which has a groove in it." Gil's wondering if it's linked to drug use. David allows that it could be -- "His pupils were dilated to the size of pie plates. Tox has the blood." Gil concludes, "There's a lot behind the curtain of this guy's life." That will be the understatement of the year. Anyway, Bruce choked on his own blood, since the fall broke his neck, but he continued to breathe for a little while after that. Gil muses, "He might have lived if he hadn't been rolled."