Benton gets a crack at interrogating Roth. "Cop killer," Wallace says. "That's a tough spot." They look at each other. Roth icily reminds Wallace that the cop is still alive, which Benton waves off as only a temporary situation. "You may not believe this, but I'm a people person," Roth says, leaning forward. "That's why I got into the medical-supply game." Step off, Rene Descartes, because "I think, therefore I am" is a pittance compared to "I like people, therefore I sell syringes." Wallace mouths off about why Roth isn't getting slapped with police-brutality charges, then moves swiftly onto probing why Roth was in the meatpacking district at 3 AM. Perhaps it's the same reason the He/She Hooker was hanging out in the "meatpacking" district at 3 AM. It's all there. Roth claims he smokes expensive French cigarettes -- is that what the kids are calling it these days? -- and couldn't get them at the hotel bar. He then laughs that Wally's third-degree is worse than the one the police gave him. That's probably true, because questions about trivialities like motive and whereabouts are just so hard to remember to ask during an interrogation. "I heard it was a questionable neighborhood. That's why I was packing heat," Roth explains in all seriousness. Can people who carry guns actually say "I'm packing heat" with a straight face? Roth tries. Benton snipes that Roth's gun permit is only good in Florida. We see Roth shooting Braxton again, which is a relief, because I'd forgotten whether Roth was wearing a necktie that night, and it's wonderful to confirm that yes, he was. He brings style to felony.

Back at the office, Nikki asks how Wallace fared with the "poster boy for gun control," but he's on the phone. Wallace hangs up and says he found out that in 1995, Roth was arrested in Florida for shooting and killing an unarmed black man. "Willy Loman with a nine-millimeter," Wallace says grimly.