The camera pans across a bedroom, where -- oh, God -- Brooke and Wallace's clothes are strewn about the floor and a whiskey bottle lies empty on the comforter. The show already asks us to believe the impossible -- that Brooke and Wallace chose to get married. Being forced to watch them in bed together seems totally superfluous, not to mention nauseating. They're spooning and sleeping when the phone rings. Wallace stirs and dislodges Brooke from one of the crevices in his face. "You'll be sorry," Brooke says sleepily. "I'm already sorry," Wallace grins, then he quickly retreats and makes sure she knows he's kidding. The phone call is summoning Wallace to a precinct. Oliver Platt's pajama shirt cracks open and exposes lily-white flesh, pillowy pale chunks of...oh, no, it's happened. I've gone blind. My eyes sting. This scene is arsenic. Wallace takes a drink of liquor and leaves.
Wallace switches to coffee. He shows up at the police station to meet another reporter, and gets a tip that the cops broke up a fight in which Manny was involved. He resisted arrest, until Officer Brady, Braxton's partner, got him facedown on the pavement to cuff him. Benton zeroes in on Brady, whose account of the situation is that one of the "participants in a local disturbance" took a swing at him. "Kind of hard to fight when you're flat on your tummy," Wallace muses. Brady glares and says he has a witness, and points to He/She Hooker. I'm so confused. I think he might have paid her off.
"You like to watch, is that it?" Brady asks Benton, who has followed him into the locker room. I still can't understand why none of the cops are kicking his ass out of the station's restricted areas. "What is there on Braxton that everyone's so worried about?" Benton asks. "So he beat on a couple of suspects -- big deal." Brady is noncommittal, agreeing it's not a big deal and wondering why Benton's turning it into one.
Feldman sits alone in the newsroom. Feldman's the techie-nerd. Benton roams past and Feldman grabs him to pass along a phone message: "Tell Wallace Benton to check morgue" -- a term for a newspaper's archives -- for 'Miguel Velasquez.'" Feldman took the liberty of accessing the information for Wallace, because everyone else does, and why should Wallace actually waste valuable drinking time doing legwork? Feldman finds a Chuy Velasquez and makes a lame joke about how that sounds like the name of a candy bar. Wallace starts to get aroused again and starts moaning, "Ruth...Baby Ruth..." so Feldman quickly changes the subject. He then finds the correct Velasquez, reading aloud that Miguel's murder has gone unsolved even though it happened in 1996. Wallace -- oh, forget it, we all know already that he's cracking the case and that, in a pinch, someone comes up with the key piece of evidence. Well, voila.