Bosco skulks toward Susan and Yokas. Susan's Bad News Antenna shoots right up, and she lifts her head to meet Bosco's eye. "I just got a call," he chokes uncomfortably. "There's a girl they want you to identify." He looks away. "She's at the morgue," he finishes. Susan reacts by not reacting. Sherry Stringfield reacts by not acting. She just stares at him without anything going on in her eyes. Yokas lowers her head ruefully as Susan blinks hard and tips her head back, exhaling tensely. We fade to commercial with a lovely view of her neck.
Firehouse. Jimmy is playing gin rummy with the guys, and when the group is polled for a volunteer to rustle up some grub, Jimmy gleefully offers himself, claiming he wants the practice. "Joey's getting tired of my specialties," he explains. "How long does it take to get tired of toast?" teases one of the guys. Jimmy uses this as a springboard for Mr. Mom 101: Getting Day-Old Cheddar Off Your Skillet. He blathers that dishwashing liquids brag that they can cut grease, but they can't chip caked cheese off a pan. His friends look at him like he's just sprouted Mr. Clean on his left shoulder and Betty Crocker on his right, and they're engaging in a wild three-way orgy. Jimmy even starts talking about his struggles with certain persistent stains. Then, he wins the gin game. I want to sit on his lap. Everyone continues staring at him, confused. "What?" he asks. "Grease-cutting detergent?" one guy parrots.
Jimmy is saved by the bell: an occupied apartment building is on fire and the guys need to slide down a large metal pole for a while. And they do. Oh, my, they do. They load up the trucks and screech out to the emergency site.
At the morgue, Susan is pacing while Bosco and Yokas wait silently. The county medical examiner, Tony, introduces himself to Susan and kindly explains to her the procedure for identifying a body. He goes back into the morgue and she stays put; when she's ready, she taps on the glass window in front of her, and he yanks back the curtain to reveal the cadaver and see if we've got Bingo. Susan digests all of this as if in a fog, drifting toward the window. Bosco and Yokas flank her, the former darting sidelong worried glances at Susan that reek of the kind of metallic caring only a true heart of gold can muster. "You just take your time and you do this when you're ready," Yokas soothes her. "Would you ever be?" whispers Susan. Yokas turns away. "No," she admits throatily. Susan stares at the glass very intently, then grabs Yokas's arm for support. Bosco catches all this with his stunning peripheral vision, and appears to be a tad envious. You go, Bosco. Let crime be your dating game. Susan finally lets out an anguished sigh and lunges forward, tapping the glass. On cue, the curtains rip apart, and Susan yelps, covering her face and turning away, shaking. She's nauseated, and covers her mouth, her entire body shuddering alarmingly. This continues for a few beats. "No," Susan finally shouts. "No, it's not her!" She's smiling and crying. Bosco asks if she's positive, and she is; Yokas smiles, "You're all right?" Susan beams through her tears, and Bosco privately appears relieved on Susan's behalf.