The fire truck pulls up to the apartment building, and as the men head for the doors, a deluge of broken glass rains down upon them. They drop and try to take cover. "What the hell?" one of them shouts. A woman starts screaming for aid in Spanish; the men peer up and see her leaning out one of the windows on the flaming floor. They scream for her to stay put, which is the last thing she apparently wants to do. Afraid she'll jump, they leave some men on the ground, while Jimmy and his two pals grab some rope and head up to the roof.
Yokas approaches Lieutenant Exposition. "I heard it wasn't her," he says. "It was another little girl," Yokas retorts sadly. The Expository Lieutenant explains that the parents of Hayley Carter just reported her missing after two days, claiming she was last seen not six blocks from where Suzy disappeared. Shaking his head, Bosco marvels that these kids are hanging out so close to a drug den. Duh, Bosco -- obviously they're not kids. They're a merry and covert band of midget dealers. Yokas points out that the kids don't exactly choose to gather there; more likely, they're stranded there while one parent -- or both -- gets high inside the shooting gallery. Amazed, Bosco swears he's never noticed a cluster of children there before. "Well, we always go in looking for skels and junkies," Yokas notes. Suddenly, something dawns on both of them. "Maybe we scooped up the wrong people," she realizes. They bolt, leaving Lt. Expo to watch over Susan. "She's getting pretty worn out," Yokas says quietly. "That ID was hard on her." Susan is sitting across the room, zoned out and pained. Lt. E. promises to tend to Susan so they can go fishing in the sandbox. Excited, Bosco and Yokas bolt.
At the fire, our señorita continues to scream for help. "Ayudame, alguien," she moans. Jimmy shouts down at her from the roof that they're above her, and they're getting ready to help. The woman screams again. "Give us a second," Jimmy begs. But his pal, who we now know is called D.K., worriedly points out that there's nothing to which they can tie the rope; no makeshift anchor. "Please hurry," yells the woman, suddenly speaking English. Jimmy furrows his brow. I'm not worried. He's probably just trying to decide among three different ways of saving the day.
Bosco is appalled at the grotesque neighborhood flanking the shooting gallery, saddened that any kids can play out here, what with the barren patches of land, chain fences, graffiti, and abandoned, junked cars. "[Kids will] play wherever you put them," Yokas replies. They find two tots wandering around, and Yokas asks Bosco to let her speak with them first. She never comes out and says that he's a scary and impatient freak, but she doesn't have to -- that's why they're good partners. He knows. Bosco pulls over so that the kids don't run away at the sight of the patrol car, and Yokas arms herself with a photo of Chloe before getting out and strolling to the sorry excuse for a playground.