Kirky enters a darkened room. Fucking hell. It's Don. He's wearing a wifebeater and has that bad orange-y dye job. He's gotten fat; he looks like that asshole from the band Smashmouth. Hey now! Get your game on! Be a rock star! Go play! I hate Don. Kirky has that disgusting hangdog look on her puss she gets when she's around Don. Wipe that face off your head, Kirky. Don chirps, "Stopped by on your way to work?" Yeah, she brought breakfast too. You do like to eat shit, don't you? Kirky grows a spine and snaps, "You're a liar." Don says casually, "Did Kyle wet the bed again? Oh, this is MY fault. Maybe YOU should stop coming over here. I'll call you before we hit the turnpike." Kirky says, "Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you if I saw you again?" Ooh, I do, I do! Get him! Don smirks and says, "Heey, I'm a miracle baby! Back from the dead." There's a slimy noise from behind a door and Kirky says, "Who's in there." Don comes as close he's ever gonna get to looking sheepish and says, "It's not a hooker. It's a guy. It's not a guy hooker." Heh. Kirky opens the door and it's Denby on the crapper, sniffing suspiciously. "That was a travesty of procedure," he says. Ha ha ha. Don chucks Kirky under the chin and says, "Jill, trust me. Go to work. Keep the city safe." Denby calls out, "Our best to your partner," and sniffs again.
Some Hasidim pass by on the gritty, gritty street, and we land at the station house. Sip's at his desk with his arms folded on his desk in front of him, like a nun. Ricky enters. They "mornin'" and "how's it going" each other. Ricky starts busting on him: "You look like you're in school, the way you're sitting." Sip barely opens his mouth to say, "Those days are long gone." Ricky keeps going, "No adult education classes for you!" Sip probably hasn't even heard the Hall and Oates song, that's how far away he is from adult education. Sip has had enough jabs and says, "I stopped with Theo at the pediatrician's today. Then he had me drop him at school." Ricky gets serious and says, "So the pediatrician's not worried." "He drew blood for a test and then he had me drop him at school." Ricky goes into this usual riff about how he used to worry about his sisters, and I start dreaming of a Silver Spoons-era Ricky taking care of his little sisters in a Coal Miner's Daughter kind of dilapidated shack and then I snap out of it just in time to hear Sip say something. "He's not really sick, he's bouncing around. I'm noticing his color." John comes in and says hey. The phone rings and Sip grabs it. "Yeah! Uh-huh. I see. All right. All right. Let me, uh, um, yeah, okay, yeah." He hangs up. "All right, well, I gotta get over there, I gotta get him." Sip stands up and then sits down and says, "Let me call Katie." Ricky offers to come with. Sip's already checked out. "Lost time." He starts blabbing semi-hysterically to Katie about getting Theo a hot dog before they go to the hospital and how long it will take if they take the train and there really doesn't need to be any sad music under all this but there it is. Ricky takes a few paper clips.