At Chicago's Metro club, The Problem have just finished up bashing out a set. In fact, we actually hear them bashing on their instruments. Bash bash bash. The crowd claps and "woos." Suckers.
Backstage, TNT and Hockey Ghost are chilling. TNT, in lieu of actually saying shut up, says he "doesn't care about no hockey no how." Hee. The Problem burst in, exuberant, and the ghosts start critiquing them. "You call that an act? You need some matching snazzy suits or something." Yeah, like Rocket from the Crypt! "No, you need some brass, and some sexy back-up singers." Again, RFTC has that! I love Rocket. A Justice Dude pops his head in and says to Yawn, "Time to go to work." What, is he making donuts now?
Justice Dude pours whiskey on Yawn and has him drive around in the van. In seconds, he's pulled over.
Back at court, the first dude who took Yawn's cashola yesterday comments that Yawn has "really come up in the world, from reckless driving to DUI." Yawn approaches the bench (hello, bench!), where the judge wearily explains that since Yawn is a friend of Teddy Nuzio, they both have the same friends. "Stay out of this courtroom, this job is too big to be your get-out-of-jail-free card." Eavesdropping, the Justice Dudes high-five each other. Yawn is told to keep his nose clean, and he's like, okay.
With the Justice Dudes tailing him and kissing his ass ("Who'd a thought it. He's a talented guy. Guitarist, vocalist, federal agent..."), they all agree never to mention this again. "Deep cover, gentlemen," says Yawn. They stroll off in separate directions, and then some well-dressed fat men tackle Yawn and stuff him into the back of a town car. Sigh.
Yawn, open-mouthed, gets interrogated by the fatties. They are not Mob guys, but two of Chicago's biggest bad guys and corrupt cops. How did Yawn know the name. How. HOW! Lawyer Ghost appears and offers help. "Do not say you're FBI, they will kill you faster than you can imagine. Say you went to summer camp with little Sammy Carnowski. And say you heard the name back in Reno last summer." Yawn stammers out the info, so they decide to let "the boss" handle this.
The police records lady is pretty. Scotty says, "Fiiine." She softens like cream cheese when Scotty says he's a friend of TNT's, and then slaps his face. She says he probably had that one coming, and returns to her desk. With TNT feeding him lines, Scotty says she looks just like Chaka Kahn and that she "must have been a queen back in the day." Dude, she's hot now, and if she's even forty I'll eat my laptop. The flattery works, and she supplies an address where they can find Ramirez's car. Scotty calls her "my girl" and leaves. She makes a moue, satisfied.