Chung-chung! At the apartment of Amy Tanner, Amy has been beaten to a pulp, and her left eye is all bruised and about swollen shut. Frank did it to her. He came in, nicely asking her to borrow money, but all she had were her corporate credit cards. He went nuts, hit her, and ransacked the apartment. He found an old airplane ticket of hers, pinned her down, called the airline desk of a hotel, and made her tell them she was an invalid sending a friend to change the ticket. He left really recently. She says he's finally gone too far.

At the aforementioned hotel airline desk, Frank's credit cards are causing him trouble, and the agent suggests he try a cheaper class. He says he'll take anything, he just wants to be on the next plane. Benson and Stabler show up and offer him a ride. He's so dumb, he thinks they're serious and takes them up on their offer.

In the squad room, Benson and Stabler are all casually chatting with Martin as they have sandwiches at their desks. Martin wonders when he'll get to leave. Stabler tells him it will be soon, when they verify that he's authorized to use the credit cards, which shouldn't take long since it's his company after all. He laments that his ex is still using the accounts, and "nowadays you never know who's in your private affairs and personal finances." Stabler offers him a sparkling water, which Martin declines because bubbles give him gas. Benson thinks maybe a cappuccino instead? Martin asks if they have a machine, Benson says they can order out for some, Stabler and Benson explain that they're not your average beat cops in their unit, that they're more like "investigative bean counters." Martin actually falls for this shit. Stabler's having too much fun with this. "Like that thing with Layla -- that's a little out of our wheelhouse. We just came in because there was a financial twist there." "Because of the diamonds," Benson continues, slowly lowering the boom. "Which, by the way, your friend Tucker has some crazy story about you." Stabler chuckles, Martin nervously asks what Tucker said, Stabler assures him that it's nothing worth discussing, although Southerners are great storytellers. Martin says that "Freddy's a born liar" and asks to make a phone call. Benson offers the use of her phone, and Martin asks if he can leave. Stabler says soon, they're just waiting on his platinum card. Then, almost as an aside, he asks Martin, "What time did you call?" Martin: "Who?" Stabler: "Freddy the liar. He said you called him to go over to Layla's house." Martin: "When?" Stabler: "That night." Martin: "What night?" Stabler and Benson have a good laugh. Stabler has the last damn laugh though. "'Who? When? What?' We should hire this guy!" Martin realizes that he needs to call his lawyer.