Back at Neil Perry's crib, where the forensics team is poring over every detail of the place. Deb walks over to a closet, and notices something strange about it once she's taken all the clothes out. "Hey, Angel. You're an expert on manufactured living...does this closet look a little small to you?" Angel agrees, and taps on the back wall to hear that it's hollow. He grabs a knife and pries off the false cover, revealing a few stacked file boxes. "Sweet," says Deb. They both grab a file folder from the top of the pile, and sit down on Perry's bed. Inside, they find press clippings about the ITK and pictures of the bodies. "Did we even release those pictures?" asks Deb. "No." "Did he take them himself?" "He had to." "Did we just hit the mother-lode?" "No. We just hit the motherfucking mother-lode!" Yeah, okay. Now, that definitely seems like some seriously hard evidence, but I'm still not convinced.
At the station, LaGuerta is telling Captain Astor that the "evidence just keeps piling up at the mobile home." She's also ordered an excavation of the back patio, because she thinks something's buried there. I have to say, I think they should have shot this a couple more times, because Lauren Vélez's delivery seems a bit static, and her inflection is all off. They could have at least cheated her lines in ADR afterwards because her back is to the camera most of the time. Oh, well. Anyway, Astor keeps trying to trip her up. "What are we doing to find Neil Perry?" he asks. LaGuerta tells him she put his name on "the automated system [whatever that is] and notified the FBI." "Airports on alert?" Yup, as well as train stations and bus lines. "You should track his credit cards." "Already done, along with the ATMs and bank accounts. I also put a tap on his home phone." Astor's impressed. "Seems you thought of everything." "Seems that way," she says bitchily. Astor moves to exit, but at her door he wheels around. "Look, Maria..." "No need to apologize. I don't require your approval to do my job." Really? Because I was under the impression that he's literally the one person whose approval you absolutely must have. "I know that," he says, proving me wrong. "I've been kicking your ass because I knew you had this in you." "Well, thank you for making me the woman I am today." Wait, what are we talking about here? Are you guys boning? Ew.