Sip and Ricky come in with a black guy in cuffs. John looks all buggy, probably because the perky blonde is at Sip's desk putting the finishing touches on his new computer. Predictably, Sip demands she set it up somewhere else because this in 1950, dammit, and we don't use computers yet! He goes off to interview the black guy, muttering, "Booting up, I'll show her booting up."

Ricky and Sip quiz the black guy, Tristan, about the Mercedes he had chopped up. Tristan is Jamaican, mon. "Where would I get a fine ride like dot?" Well, he got it from a Vernon McGee, who called him and asked to have the car chopped. Oh, and he helped stuff a body in a barrel, because he had a barrel around to ship stuff "bock to the islands, mon." Jesus.

Medavoy, in full SWAT regalia, strides down a darkened, gritty hallway. He and the other cops bust into an apartment. ChiDick speaks Chinese and confirms the place is empty. They find a dress covered in blood, then a guy in a closet who was paid to plant the dress. He's a victim of the snakeheads, too. They take him in. Medavoy says to secure the apartment to dust for prints, and then (and then? And then?) ChiDick reminds him the snakeheads are illegal and won't have prints in the system. Um, I'm a citizen -- do I? Shit. Then they get the Scooby Doo plan: go to the restaurant, tape the call from the snakeheads asking for the sister's ransom, then go get her. To the Mystery Machine!

Station house. Sip and Ricky interview Vernon McGee. They think he killed the big fat Russian guy. Vernon says it wasn't him. Like he didn't stab his girlfriend eight years ago? Hey, he did time for that, and he's changed since then! It was "'Genia," she "couldn't take it anymore." I knew it! She shot him with his .45. "Where she's from, you don't call the cops." And then? "We're in love." Oh, man, are you set up. You might as well wrap him in cellophane and shove a stick up his ass, he is a SUCKER, plain and simple. Sip raises his eyebrows and goes to tell the others.