By way of answer, we're now in June's hospital room, where Hunt is happily telling June that she'll back up to snuff in no time and that the guy responsible for her injuries has been sent on a permanent dirt nap by none other than Gene Hunt. And who would this unlucky soul be, June wonders. Kim Trent, Hunt proudly declares. June is not nearly as grateful as you might think -- a fact that immediately catches Sam's attention. "Did you know Kim Trent?" Sam asks. June says she did not. Sam helpfully reminds her that she cleaned the vomit stench out of his cell and then pointedly asks what she was doing outside the check-cashing store. Hunt doesn't care for this line of inquiry, not one bit, but Sam is quite persistent -- so much so that while he and Hunt are arguing that poor June breaks down sobbing. "I can't believe he's dead," she wails. Hunt is suddenly less resistant to interrogating June. Sam quickly surmises that she was on the scene with a police radio because she was part of the heist as the lookout and the getaway driver. "Kim loves me," June protests. To Sam's credit, he does not correct her on her choice of verb tense. Anyhow, they grew up together in Yonkers and then one day, he looked her up at the precinct, and they hit it off, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she was feeding him information about the comings and goings of the police. And oh yeah, she was the one who scored those uniforms for the use in the robberies. "No one noticed," June sobs. "No one ever noticed. Nobody noticed me except Kim." And it was also June who sent the radio message that diverted Skelton and Carling on the morning of the robbery. Annie looks disappointed. Hunt looks stricken. "I thought you always wanted to join me on the Bureau," says Annie, shaking her head. The Police Women's Bureau? Don't make June laugh, sister. "You're fooling yourself if you think they'll ever accept you as one of them," she practically spits. Well, it's never an uplifting moment to have your life decisions questioned by an accomplice to robbery and murder, so kudos to Annie for not running from the room crying. Besides, there's the small matter of getting June to 'fess up as to what else she knows. Time for a little heart-to-heart from Sam Tyler: "I know what it feels like to be alone. It's like someone's stolen away the one thing in the world you cared most about. Well, it happened to me, too -- the universe knocked me sideways and took away everything and everyone I ever cared about. You and me? We've the same lonely blue heart, June." The words of Windy are as true today as they were several scenes ago, and soon June is singing like Beverly Sills at the Met.