Cut to Rachel wailing that that isn't her signature. Connie agrees that it's not a match to other handwriting samples they have on file. Rachel doesn't know why she's there, then, and Cutter brings in Cahill and his attorney. Rachel confronts him, saying he told her the company destroyed the toothpaste. Cahill confirms that, but Cutter says he's lying; he dumped the toothpaste on institutions so he wouldn't get a bad quarterly review. Cahill continues to deny that he had anything to do with it, and sleazes at Rachel that she can't believe Cutter. Rachel is crying, and whispers that maybe he did kill that girl. Cahill snaps at her. Rachel, glaring at Cahill, says Savings Mart asked her about the toothpaste, and she didn't know why; Cahill "tried to hide it, but they found out anyway." Cahill's attorney isn't worried, and escorts him out; he smiles smugly. Rachel sobs.

Connie has to agree with Cahill's attorney that they still have nothing vis-à-vis the murder charge, but Cutter's like, not so fast. Cut to McCoy basically threatening to bring a bad-press storm down on the heads of the Savings Mart execs, then offering to let them off the hook legally if they'll order Fuller to tell the truth. After the execs leave, Cutter is pissed that McCoy let them go on a public-health threat to catch one murderer. McCoy reminds him that catching said murderer is in fact Cutter's job, not playing attorney general with product recalls. "You're settling," Cutter grunts, as Connie fidgets in the back of the shot. "Call the judge," McCoy repeats. Cutter stalks out. Connie and McCoy exchange a look, and I think a "he's right, you know" / "I know" conversation got cut here, because instead, we head over to...

...the courthouse steps, where Van Buren gives Fuller some shit for selling out, and delivers a stagey speech about the PD not appreciating him and he takes Savings Mart's money and shades the truth and blah blah blah. He looks ashamed, the student has become the master, et cetera, and then a weaponized unicorn lands on the steps behind them and cuts them both down in a hail of clichés. Er, "machine-gun fire."