The conclusion of the police plot. I can't even dignify this with a summary. If you couldn't see this coming two hundred miles away, you must be in a coma, and I hope you receive medical attention soon.
Kevin's speaking to the DUI teens, making some jokes about being in a wheelchair that most of them have the good grace not to find especially funny. Kevin mentions that they all know how he got in his chair, and Andy's voice says, "He's in there because of me." Everyone turns to look at him at the back of the room. Andy begins narrating the story, saying it was two years ago. Two, two and half, almost three, what's the difference? If this show can't decide when one of the central underpinning events occurred, why should I care? God, it makes me nuts. Andy walks toward the front of the room telling the story that is very familiar to us by now. He perches on the table next to Kevin, describing how much he replays the scene in his mind and wishes he do everything over. He looks at Kevin as he says, "But it's real. And I can't change it. No matter how much I want to run from it everything's different now." He's a little teary as Kevin nods and pats his shoulder. I imagine half the attendees are about ready to squirm out of their skin by now. Andy sniffles and says to Kevin, like there's no one else in the room, "You shouldn't be helping me, man." I think Andy needs to talk to Lilly about guilt and stuff. Kevin shakes his head and Andy puts his arm on Kevin's shoulder, too. They sit there patting each other's shoulders as Andy repeats, "You shouldn't be helping me." I think one guy is about to put up his hand and ask if he can just serve some time instead.