Back inside the squad room, Sam is stewing at his desk when Annie drops by his desk with some files of cases related to Nick Profaci. The cases involve a pair of women who were pulled out of the East River within a month of each other. And Profaci, Annie explains, was the last person seen with the two victims. Why, that's sure to pep Sam right the heck up! More good news: Carling was your investigator on both cases and was unable to solve either, citing lack of evidence -- Annie does not believe that explanation, citing abundance of bullshit. "They never try too hard when it comes to Casso, Profaci, and that crew," Annie says. One victim was a dancer at a club owned by Casso; the other was a waitress with a kid. If it didn't before, this investigation is now hitting Sam extremely close to home. Time to go track down Ma Tyler.

Which Sam manages to do, much to Rose's surprise and mild alarm. "I told you nothing happen," she stammers with an increasingly degree of panic, closing the door in Sam's face like he's selling magazine subscriptions door-to-door at a ridiculous markup. "I don't need any help." Even with Profaci released and out on the street? Well, that opens the door right the heck up. Rose invites Sam in, apologizing for the mess her young son has made of the place. Perhaps, Detective Tyler, it is you who should be apologizing to her. Sam nervously wonders where the younger him is right now. And for good reason -- I know the missus gave us all some valuable lessons about time-travel paradoxes last week, but I think we all know that if you travel back in time and run into a younger version of you, one of you will cease to exist likely by the other's hand. THIS IS A MEDICALLY PROVEN FACT! What do you think happened to Neve Campbell? Anyhow, Li'l Sam is asleep right now, sparing us all the sight of him and Sam trying to stab each other in the heart with a tinker toy since there can be only one.