That potentially awkward scene avoided, we move on to another area where Sam must tread lightly -- Rose thanks him for his help early and asks what his name is. "Sky," Sam stammers. "Walker. Luke Skywalker." Judging by his eye roll, Sam agrees with me that his alias-conjuring abilities are wanting. Me, if I had to come up with a name on the fly based on popular culture, I'd go with Richard Blaine. Either that, or I'd just use Edward Tunbridge, which also doubles as my porn name. Rose comments that Luke Skywalker is an unusual name. "My family has Navajo roots," Sam offers lamely. That'd be Tatooine-based Navajos, I guess. Anyhow, Rose comments on how her son will be disappointed that he missed meeting an actual police officer since that's what he wants to be when he grows up. "He will be," Sam says with uncommon assurance. Anyhow, here's the skinny on Rose Tyler -- she's only lived at this address for a few months, what on account of the man of the house's erratic work history. And she's got Profaci breathing down her neck because money was a little tight a while back, so she went to a loan shark. And now that loan shark -- who works for Profaci -- would like that debt repaid in full. If you're shaking your head at Rose's poor judgment, know that she did it only because her husband spends so much time on the road, and she thought that if they had a little extra cash on hand, maybe he could stay around more and be a father to Li'l Sam. Hearing this, Sam tries not to look guilty. He fails. "So how are you?" Sam asks plaintively. "How is everything?" Sam's questions puzzle and confuse Rose, who doesn't quite see what this has to do with the matter at hand. "That's a very odd question, Detective Skywalker," she says. Sam apologizes: "It's been a very odd day." Li'l Sam calls out from the other room, causing our detective to beat a hasty retreat. Let's not make this day any odder.

The day may not be getting odder for Sam, but it is about to get more awkward: Hunt tells him that he'll be joining the rest of the 125th Precinct down at Elliot Casso's club to apologize personalize for properly arresting one of Casso's goons. Sam's not in the mood to kiss and make-up: "If I see Profaci, I'm gonna beat him soft, then we're gonna have a long talk about the two women he dumped in the East River." Hunt points out that there's no evidence Profaci killed either woman; Sam responds with the international expression for "What, are you kidding me?" Hunt continues to cling to Profaci's presumed innocence, noting that the victims went home with different men on many occasions. Oh, they were promiscuous? Well, in that case, let the case molder then. But Sam now has his marching orders, direct from Gene Hunt: "I don't want a war in my precinct, Tyler. So make love--" here, Gene flashes the peace symbol, "--not war."