Maya and Damon head up to an unoccupied room to sample some coke and drink some beers. "You feeling satisfied, baby?" she asks him. "I'm feeling like we started something," he says. "I'm feeling like we're starting to get where we want to go." Maya, on the other hand, feels vulnerable. She tells him about her chat with Skelos. "The way he was talking, it sounded like he knew more than he said," she says. He tries to calm her down, but she's working up to something approaching a panic attack. He throws up his hands and shouts, "In a few weeks, I'll be Skelos!" She comes back from the edge, but she's still not exactly happy. "Baby, this is gonna back up on you," she says. "You wanna be Skelos? Fine. But he's gotta be gone." Damon gazes at her tenderly and strokes her hair, not realizing that she was working up to this all along, and that the kingdom really belonged to Lady Macbeth all along.
In the interview room, everything is all shades of blue and green, from the chipped walls to the shirts the three men wear. Together, they make the saddest peacock that ever was. Joe and Frank press LeFevre again and again, asking him over and over for descriptions of the men. In repetition, he falters. With a little leading, he becomes convinced that the black suspect's partner was Arabic.
Joe and Frank bring the news to Dawson, saying that the guy will fall apart on the stand during a trial. Dawson is less worried about some distant trial and more worried about all their asses being on the line now. He tells them to get their witness a sketch artist.
Frank returns to the boxing gym to work out his feelings of guilt. Batting at focus pads with a trainer doesn't quite satisfy his itch for punishment, so he calls over the big, pretty guy for a fight. At first Mr. Pretty balks -- Frank is one of his sponsors, after all -- but he's soon in the ring with gloves on. Frank jabs him in the nose without warning. Mr. Pretty takes a series of body shots without fighting back. "Come on, Trey, hit me!" Frank shouts at him. He looks to the coach like he can't believe this guy. "Hit him," the coach says. Finally, Frank gets what he wants, which is to be beaten to a pulp. He doesn't even really fight back as the kid punches him straight into the commercial break.
Joe goes to a bar that isn't the International, feeling pretty glum until he gets a look at the sketch artist's rendering on his phone. The suspects look nothing like him or Frank, which perks him up considerably. He even flirts with the full-figured lady bartender, who seems not entirely against his advances. Everything's coming up Joe Geddes!