Sam rallies his two remaining troops (Chris and Annie) and crafts a clever plan: they'll bait the weekend gay-bashers and catch them red-handed, thanks to said bait wearing a wire. Poor Chris is not too thrilled to be said bait ...

... And when we go to the sting operation, Sam is not too thrilled to discover that police technology has not yet evolved to the point where someone's thought to invent two-way radio. He can hear Chris, but Chris is flying deaf and blind. Sam sighs, "Won't it be great when they invent two-way technology for this thing?" and Annie scoffs, "Right after they invent a world without paper." Sam smirks. Chris's voice comes in as he says tremulously, "Just thought you guys should know that this is making me really, really uncomfortable." Things get a little more uncomfortable, when an older guy cruises by and rejects Chris outright. Chris fusses, "Oh, that guy looked just like my Uncle Harold. But my Uncle Harold, he wasn't a-a-a ... no, no, no, he took me to my first Broadway musical." Sam is choking on his own amusement. Annie begins laughing as Chris stops short, realizing that, "Uncle Harold?"

We cut back to the squadroom, where Ray is chillaxing before spending some quality time with Charlton Heston. Gene emerges from his office and wants to know where the others are. Gene tells him, "Tyler got a lead on the dead fairy and went to chase it." Gene asks why Ray didn't go along, and Ray says, "Eh, you know. What's one less rocket-lover in the world?" For some reason, this sets Gene off: "So he's a fruit fly! You know what's worse than a fruit fly, Ray? A murderer! There's nothing lower than a murderer! So what's the difference who the victim was? No man has the right to take another man's life." So Gene's anti-death penalty then? Anyway, Ray has messed up, and once again, Sam has emerged from the midden heap smelling like a rose.