Cut to a precinct huddle where, frankly, it's not looking good for the hippies. "A privileged band of college hippies who avoided the war with educational deferments" were apparently responsible for seven veteran beat-downs in the last six months. Gene is outraged by the unwelcoming committee: "We came home to parades. Confetti, drums, bugles. Giggling factory girls, all only too happy to share. Today, they come back to getting attacked by the very people they served? When did it all come apart? When did it all come apart?" We cut to Sam looking thoughtful. Ray's just thrilled because he feels he's been given a mandate to beat hippies.

Cut to a squad car pulling up to a building, ostensibly to go visit the club at the top. Some jackball in a dashiki asks indignantly, "Who are you to intrude on our kingdom of awareness?" Ray scoffs, "1968 called. It wants its dashiki back." 1968 is going to be on the phone awhile -- the hippies are still clad in their summer of love togs out here. (Which I find weird and baffling: it's been 40 years. Why can't so-called progressive protestors progress beyond tie-die and peasant prints?) Anyway, Ray's up to the third floor, where some bearded loudmouth named Sticker is holding forth with dorm-room BS. He heckles Ray and the rest of the cops with a humorless prodding that is far too tedious to recount here, and Ray walks right into his role: "A vet gets killed in our precinct, and we asked ourselves, 'What anti-American scum that we know is most likely to have beaten a Navy man until he killed him?'" Ray's betting on Sticker. Sam correctly pegs Sticker as tall bong, no sticky, and dismisses him as a dead end. Then he goes into a flashback -- himself in a park -- and tells Ray that he'll start asking around the other radically chic people in the loft, so Sam'll catch up with everyone else tomorrow. Ray collars Sticker with a jovial "All right! Let's go talk like men who hate each other's guts!" (Oh, Michael Imperioli! Your comedic chops are tasty indeed.) Sam has another flashback to the park, and decides to head up a flight of stairs. He happens to run into Windy, who greets him with a joyous "Two-b! What's this? Twice in one day, we just run into each other!" Sam stammers that he guesses so. Windy won't hear of it: "I guess not. I don't believe in coincidences. I believe in the curliqued whimsy of fate. Everything is connected! Come on, 2B! Let's fun up!" She then drags him down the stairs again, and we enter a much trippier proto-disco with the shimmering and the people dancing. Windy tells Sam, "If you can't find what you're looking for here, then you must have already found it." Who knew Sam was looking for go-go dancers?