"Hey, Florence Nightingale," Wallace yells at Brooke, who's sitting in her office. She snaps that she was at the hospital first, so she gets access to the family. Serious. Done. Over. "I'll toss you my leftovers," Brooke sneers. Wallace calls her a bitch. Phil strolls past and is asked for information. Wallace that two cops went to a recreation center in "Spanish Harlem" that morning, and Phil, who is omniscient, supplies the address. Wallace demands that Phil beep him with any new developments. "You beep me, you pain in the ass!" shouts Phil. Obviously, Phil went to Wal-Mart and bought the "lip" to make him "Phillip."

La Raza Youth Center, according to the Murphy Brown graphic. A bunch of youths are playing basketball. A priest asks Wallace why he would assume there's any clues at the center, to which Wally responds that a pack of cops were indeed there early that morning, and he surmises that Manny is there. "I wanna talk to the kid," Wallace insists. "Look, if he didn't do anything, what's there to hide?" The priest stops. "When you saw the assault after the Puerto Rico Day parade in Central Park, did you see a few bad seeds or an entire community out of control?" he thunders. Wallace recognizes the priest as Fierce Felix, a walking oxymoron who was a boxer. Then, he discovered God, and his record improved to thirty-eight wins and three losses. Figuring life couldn't get any better than that, Felix went ahead and took the vow of celibacy. Wallace notes that Felix was an honest fighter, so he shouldn't be trying to hide an eyewitness. "Keep Manny out of it," Felix urges. "This is between him and the cops, not him and the city." Felix walks away and leaves Wallace staring after him. I feel like every scene ends this way.

Beth is on the phone in Benton's office. On the corner of the desk, I think I see the thirty-five cents she had to pay for the privilege. Beth's asking the district attorney's spokeswoman what happens if Braxton dies, a metaphysical can of worms that I don't think said spokeswoman is qualified to open. I suspect her answer is something in the realm of, "Well, if Braxton croaks, she won't have to file for bankruptcy again." Beth slams down the phone. Wallace saunters in with coffee and is amused. "Always go to the horse's mouth, not ass," Wallace says. I love that. The most realistic thing about this show has been Wally's full embodiment of the disdainful attitude journalists have toward many PR people. Beth says the D.A. is slapping Roth (the tourist) with Criminal Possession of a Weapon, and nothing else. Wallace says things like this tend to boil down to perception -- "If I believe I'm in danger, I'm justified in defending myself." We see a black-and-white shot of Roth drawing his gun. And when he's done, he drops the picture, pulls the gun out from his coat and fires it.