Nicky plays along, asking what El Jefe can tell him about the song Extremo just played. The manager's all, "Why do you want to know?" and Nicky says, "Quite frankly, those lyrics are very similar to a homicide we're investigating." With innocence radiating from every pore, El Jefe smiles that the narco corrido is over a decade old, and it's a classic. He points to Vega and says, "I'm surprised you haven't heard it." "Well, I prefer the musical stylings of Ozomatli, as opposed to the adenoidal shriekings of thug mariachi," Vega snaps. Or something to that effect. El Jefe declines to defend Extremo's craft. He then tells Nicky to buy a CD on the way out, and Nicky says, "I might do that. Hey, listen -- one more thing: don't you worry that your name might confuse Gary Cherone, and one day he'll be twirling around on stage in spandex pants and saddle shoes while you're trying to sing about brutally killing someone?"

Actually, Nicky wants to ask about Veronica, or as El Jefe recognizes her, Carla. "She's dead?" El Jefe asks. Nicky confirms this is so. El Jefe visibly struggles to say something that can't be construed as either tasteless or giving false testimony. He settles on, "She was a loyal fan. She knew the words to every song we did. Anything else?" Nicky and Vega gape for a while.

And now, some strange brunette is wandering the Labitrail, rounding the corner and entering the office of some strange bearded man. Oh, wait. It's Sara and Gil. It's just that we so rarely see them. They then have this conversation:

Sara: You got a minute?
What Sara Meant To Say: You got a minute?
Gil: Sure.
What Gil Meant To Say: Why isn't the button triggering the trap door working? Gil wants OUT!
Sara: We really haven't had a chance to talk since the staff changes --
What Sara Meant To Say: Why are you ignoring me? Is it Sofia?
Sara: -- I, uh, I wanted to let you know I said some things to Ecklie that might have done the team a disservice.
What Sara Meant To Say: I may have knocked the competition for your attention to the swing shift. I did it for us, baby!
Gil: Ecklie wanted to break up the team. And he did.
What Gil Meant To Say: I know. And don't think I'm not holding it against you. Oh, how I miss my Adopted Son Number One, Warrick, and my young ward, Nicky.
Sara: He asked me if you and I had had our post-PEAP counseling session --
What Sara Meant To Say: You used to call me. You used to send me plants. You used to take predictable routes home from the office.
Gil: And we didn't.
What Gil Meant To Say: I've been enacting a comprehensive Sara Sidle avoidance strategy. Isn't it obvious?
Gil: Regardless, you should never have to cover for your boss. I'm sorry.
What Gil Meant To Say: Just because I'm a principled boss doesn't mean I'm a big catch as a boyfriend. Just a friendly reminder.
Sara: You've been a little more than a boss to me.
What Sara Meant To Say: Teacher. Mother. Secret lover.
Gil: [stares dumbly]
What Gil Meant To Do: [stares dumbly]
Sara: Why do you think I moved to Vegas?
What Sara Meant To Say: I didn't leave the scenic Bay Area and move to the desert to spend every night alone, you know.
Gil: [stares dumbly]
What Gil Meant To Do: [stares dumbly]
Sara: Look, I know our relationship has been complicated.
What Sara Meant To Say: Look, I am a catch.
Sara: It's probably my fault. It's probably definitely my fault.
What Sara Meant To Say: I blame you. You, you, you. You. But I would forgive you in an instant, my love.
Gil: You, uh, completed your counseling right?
What Gil Meant To Say: I work in law enforcement. I know people who can get me restraining orders. Why isn't this damn trapdoor working?
Sara: Yeah. Yes.
What Sara Meant To Say: Just so you know, I've disabled the trapdoor.
Gil: And?
What Gil Meant To Say: Fuck!
Sara: Let's just say that sometimes, I look for validation in inappropriate places.
What Sara Meant To Say: Let's just say, the writers have given me a gold-plated opportunity to play this so it appears that our fruitless flirtation has been extended yet again.