The plaintiff, one Herbert Wiggins, explains his reasoning to the detectives while imperiously affixing a cufflink: "Consumer fraud carries punitive damages, to deter future wrongdoing." Green's like, like what, they lose your socks next? Unsurprisingly, Wiggins doesn't see the humor, referring to the cleaners' sign that promised one-day service and continuing to claim that the pants the Yees returned aren't the right pair. When it's pointed out to him that the pants in question have gone missing, which is pretty convenient to Wiggins's case, he explains snottily that "those pants were Chilean wool, not Italian. They have cuffs, which I'm too short to wear, and pleats, which I'm too thin to wear," and he gives Green a dismissive once-over on the word "thin." Jeez.
Cop shop. The detectives explain to Van Buren about the pants. Lupo's sister-in-law comes in, wearing her usual maybe-just-a-little-vavoom-for-the-office outfit, and hands a file to Green. Lupo leaps out of his chair at her approach; as she's leaving, he invites himself over on Friday night, and she's like, "Super, I could use a babysitter." He's like, "...'Great,' 'no' 'problem.'" Green watches this with interest. Van Buren pointedly asks Lupo how she's doing "since your brother's death, which was relatively recent, and also she's your sister-in-law, come on." She only says the first part out loud, though, and Lupo shrugs all hangdog that she's doing fine. Then Van Buren does that thing where she suggests the obvious next investigative step like it's an innovative new angle the detectives shouldn't have thought of themselves, telling them to find out who the pants do belong to, if they aren't Wiggins's.
At the Yees' store, Green, Lupo, and Mr. Yee try to match up pants with receipts, Lupo complaining that after four years overseas busting terrorist heads, now he's "the pants police." Hey, he can police my pants anytime...provided he gets some sunlight and a little more sleep. Dude is looking like the newscasters in Batman after everyone finds out the Joker has poisoned the makeup supply. Which is sort of ironic, given where this episode ends up going, but anyway, Mr. Yee reports that some guy came in the week before to get his pants, but they weren't there, so the guy said he must have picked them up already and forgotten about it, and then the guy left. This sounds about as fascinating and relevant to Green and Lupo as it sounds to us, so Lupo changes the subject: they have 96 pairs of pants, and 97 tickets.