The river. A police boat chugs grittily through the East River. A yellow tarp covers something up, and Ricky and Sip walk towards it, squinting, squinting. Ricky says, "Aw, geez, what a smell," and a uniform comments, "He must have been dead a week." Another uniform charmingly eats a sandwich right over the bloated corpse, and he and Sip banter about eating with the horrible smell of death lurking, as if they even have to. Like, uh doy, none of us has ever seen a movie where the autopsy tech is eating a sandwich. So the tarp comes back and the corpse is a hugely fat guy who was shot in the head and stuffed in a barrel before being dumped in the river. Nice. Baldwin comes up and says Medavoy is talking to the dockworkers that found the corpse, then Di trots up and things get oh so uncomfortable with Ricky standing right there next to the bloated body. Oh, boy. It's tense tense tense until Di walks away quickly and then Sip of course has to say that he thought "things were okay with that," and Ricky says, "That was then," and Sip says, "Maybe it's not about you," and Ricky says, "I guess I wish it was," and then they have a slap fight until Ricky runs away crying like the big giant baby he is.

The stupid electric drums boom hollowly, and we're at the station house. They have an ID on the big fat corpse: it's a Russian guy from Nassau County who may or may not have had ties to the Russian mafia. I love how people say "Russian mafia," as if that makes it sexier or more exotic than the other mafias. I guess the main mafia is Italian, right? Which is still sexy, but not as sexy as all that big-furry-hat-Dr. Zhivago stuff can be. One of the greatest compliments I got in college is when I carried a beeper (I was a nanny, okay?) and one of my professors asked me if I was in the Russian mafia. Whatever those guys do, it has to be way sexier than changing diapers at the zoo. So then we learn that "Ivgenia" -- I shit you not -- has been in Walt Disney World this week and just got back last night. Hope she got to ride the Pirates of the Caribbean once more before they shut it down. Di's going to talk to her today. "Ivgenia," I'm not going to even touch that.

In walks the new ADA, who "mornings" everyone and rolls her eyes at Sip. She strides over to Fancy's office and allows herself a little "aww" moment when she sees his office is vacant. Baldwin rushes up like a hornball, and tells her that Fancy's in computer training and would she like some coffee or to make out or something, and maybe see his ass a little later on? She says yes, but I still think she likes Fancy.