Just then, Ma Tyler appears, bringing all the Tylers together under one uncomfortable roof. The look Rose shoots Sam suggests that she has not forgotten him from their previous encounters. "Detective," she says, showing a complete absence of any poker face. "What are you doing here?" Sam quickly covers for Vic, saying that there's been a rash of routine break-ins lately and that he's just canvassing the neighborhood. Vic is more interested in learning how Sam happens to know his wife. "I used to pound a beat in this neighborhood," Sam says less convincingly. "We met once," Rose adds. "Briefly." "Oh," says Vic, who doesn't appear to be buying this one bit. Rose quickly changes the subject by noting that Li'l Sam has been asking for Vic. That gives Vic an idea -- maybe Detective Sam wants to meet his offspring. Sam, realizing that such a meeting would cause the universe to collapse upon itself, politely declines. Vic departs the room, leaving Rose to reacquaint herself with Detective Skywalker. "Please," Sam tells her. "Call me Luke." Well, Detective Skywalker isn't the only one whose midi-chlorian count is off the charts -- Rose correctly perceives that Vic is in some sort of trouble, despite Sam's protestations to the contrary. "I had to ask him some questions about a couple of things about police protocol," Sam eventually concedes. "Please -- don't worry." Well, that's sure to nip any suspicions she might be harboring right in the bud. So far as Rose is concerned, the only crime that Vic is guilty of is working too hard and missing time with his family. Well, that and aiding and abetting kidnappers. Other than that, though? Clean as a whistle!
After Ma Tyler excuses herself, Sam gets up and longingly sniffs his father's jacket (Mmmmm -- smells like... abandonment) before noticing a basketball. A quick cut outside and Sam is busy shooting hoops. "Frazier brings up the ball," Sam says, looking around to make sure that nobody is hearing his sotto voce play-by-play. "Passes to DeBusschere. DeBusschere looks for Willis Reed, but Reed's being double-teamed, so Dave finds Phil Jackson. Jackson finds Sammy Tyler at the top of the key. Tyler shoots..." And fires a brick. "Nothing but net," an in-denial Sam declares. An interesting thing about Sam's little role-playing exercise here -- fans of the '73 Knicks will know that he's supplanted either Earl Monroe or Bill Bradley in the lineup, which is just wrong. Also, his scenario falls apart because Phil Jackson would have been back in the locker room trying to fashion a bong out of one of his sneakers. While this little passion play has been going on, Vic walks outside and notes that his son is also a big Knicks fan. Hmmm, your son seems to have a lot in common with this strange gentlemen who also shares his name along with many of his genetic characteristics.