Outside Slim's, TNT struts out and tells Scotty his "boy is locked up down there. Dude playing guitar. Messy hair? Looks like he's about to fall asleep?" Hee, shout-out. Scotty freaks when he learns that Yawn is in harm's way. TNT suggests that Scotty walk in a few cases of beer and "play it cool." Scotty is all like, "Beer for delivery," and Yawn yelps, "Scotty, you gotta help me, man!" Scotty is like, shut up, and the wiseguys are like, drop it. Scotty does, and makes an "ow" face. Out from behind a wiseguy pops the ghost of Ramirez. He and TNT embrace and exchange facts -- namely, that these guys killed Ramirez. The wiseguys ask who the hell Scotty is, and as Yawn gasps like a fish, he shadowboxes. "I'm a cop. And you're under arrest for the murder of Jackie D in 1975!" The wiseguys blink, unmoved. Meanwhile, Ramirez and TNT decide to unleash a little payback. They do, in a reign of ghostly bullets. Yawn and Scotty scream and crawl to safety, but the wiseguys? You know it. Don't see or hear anything. They watch our boys crawl like babies bemusedly, until the other, non-corrupt Justice Dudes burst in and convince the wiseguys to put their guns down.
Blue skies, everyone's okay. The Justice Dude asks to not be mentioned in Yawn's FBI report. Ramirez thanks "S-Curve." Scotty says, "When you're down with S-Curve, you don't swerve. Or whatever man, I'm working on it." Hee. They give a pound, then poof off.
Drain pounds beers with the crowd over at Parkway, looking wistfully at Dizzy's photo. When Scotty and Yawn come in, she splits, muttering, "Don't even ask." They return to the van to see a cop writing up a ticket. Drain says she'll handle this one.