Di's on the phone, with John watching her closely. "Okay. Okay, Denby, I'll meet you." The drums boom.

The hospital cafeteria. Sip greets Ricky. He looks ashen. "Theo did good, Katie's holding his hand in the recovery room. Anything happen?" Ricky says, "The job knows. (Fancy) thinks Di's getting out of the way." Sip grunts. Then Ricky goes, "Suppose that guy disappears, so the world's a better place." Sip looks shocked and says, "That's completely private." Ricky says, "I know -- I'm asking about mechanics." Sip gets black (as in noir) and says, "Bodies in dumpsters turn up. Bodies in water with weights pop up. A body six feet under no animal can get the scent of. There's a place in Brooklyn where the digging is easy. Then, after, the leaves and twigs that need to get scattered around do, and a decent person who did all that in his life would never bee the same." There's a giant close up of Sip's head. Ricky says, "I don't want that, Andy." The mood shifts and he asks, "Any idea when?" Sip looks away and says, "A few hours. They said never rush a pathologist."

Denby's setting up a checkerboard across the street from the station house. Di comes over. "I'm brushing up on my leisure skills," he says jovially. Di notices an egghead watching them from across the street, a representative of "the job," no doubt. Denby asks, "Do you find this rendezvous brazen?" Oy. Di says, "Not for you." Denby starts blathering again. "All the qualities I want in a friend, Diane, you possess. I'm referring to you reaching out to your partner, and she in turn reaching out to me. Fugitives! That must have some appeal to you." Di glares and says, "I don't see you or Don in the picture, Denby. Jill just wants to take her kids and go." Denby blathers some more about taking a trip and wanting Di to come with him. Di says, "Are you trying to get me to pull you back?" Denby says, "It's a little late for that. Getting saved will have to wait until my next time at the plate." Denby should write a fucking book, he's so pithy. He continues, "If you want to hurry that along, I'd like it fast, and from the back. And if you do it, I bequeath these all to you," gesturing at the checkers. He walks away slowly, saying, "Ready, aim..." He turns and Di does not even have her gun drawn. Know why? She isn't stupid. Denby leaves, waving at his shadow across the street. Hey fucko, let's go for a ride.