More rain is washing away the grit of the city, and we come across Ricky and Sip bullying a young black guy, Ray, who works at a hardware store. It seems that two years ago the same gun that killed the DOA last night also shot Ray. He was labeled "unco-operative" by the cops who worked his case, so Sip is threatening to come around and harass Ray at work until he gives something up on the guy that shot him. Ray is just a working schlub, and snaps, "Don't be demonstrative." Hee. Ricky points out that perhaps Ray was not unable to identify his shooter, but was, rather, unwilling to do so. Sip, bad cop to the hilt, says, "We could give less of a rat's ass about you getting fired," and says that the same gun is now linked to a murder. Ray wisely says, "That gun's probably changed hands more than a $20 bill." Sip notes that some people get attached to their handguns. Ray gives up the guy who shot him, Jason Wiggins, "but I heard he's cleaned up his act. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go kiss my manager's ass." He then pronounces himself "citizen of the week," and shoots them a look as he splits. Go Ray!

After a wicked keyboard solo, we jump to the pokey where Sip and Ricky have already hauled in Jason Wiggins. He's sitting there with a look of slight scorn on his face as Sip and Ricky talk about him like he isn't there. I'm trying to dig Sip's lingo; it's something about how Jason wouldn't stand out in the street during an earthquake, but would instead run to the shelter of a building, "where concrete could land on his big dopey head." Jason has heard enough if this and yells, "I ain't in your circus no kind of way!" "Circus"? I thought it was an earthquake. Ricky locks him up and Sip yells, "Don't ever find yourself in a herd of earring-wearing ostriches...running around in the center ring...cracking a whip an inch from your nose!" No, I'm not following either. Ricky makes a "whoa" face and, out in the hall, Sip starts grumbling "Stupid arrogant...he's gonna find himself...."