Chasing Delores our of her apartment building, Wallace asks whether she's suing the transportation honchos for the brutal death of her sister. Delores spits that she's not the next of kin -- Catherine was married. "More like a very long divorce that started on her wedding day," Delores snarls. "If I were her, I wouldn't have stepped out of the way, either." Wallace demands to know who married Catherine, but Delores is too busy calling him a vulture and rebuking him for invading privacy. Just a thought -- shouldn't Sammy Klein, even in a cursory investigation, have gathered all this information for the official record? Stuff like next-of-kin and marital status and the like? He should get fired -- but this is television, so he's safe as long as he remains the bumbling foil to Wallace's genius. And the "little" to Wallace's "large."

Beth and Charlie, desperate for an A, enter a room stacked floor to ceiling with court dockets and proceed to do their teacher's bidding. The files are not alphabetized, which means they'll have to do some serious digging to find anything about Catherine Hines's marriage and/or divorce. "I hope you don't have dinner plans tonight," Beth says to Charlie. Instead of calling the dean and asking if this kind of forced labor is legal -- or at least worth some kind of extra credit -- Charlie sits down and starts leafing through files, while Wallace sits at home in a silk robe. Oh, but he's working, folks -- diligently interrogating his bottle of Cognac for any tidbit about the case at hand and threatening to drink the truth out of it. It's a dirty job indeed.