The sarge is saying that he should bring Ricky up in insubordination charges. Fancy says that Ricky feels responsible for L-T's death, and that he has "personal issues." Sarge says, "Oh yeah? Boo hoo hoo. It must be rough from banging Franco over in anti-crime to banging Russell." Damn! Nice way to paint that one. Fancy reminds the sarge of the bottles of booze he found five years ago, and that Fancy let that slide. The sarge says he apologized later for that, "like a man." Fancy says the sarge will get an apology from Ricky. Okay, then.

Baldwin and Medavoy haul in Mauricio, all in his orange jumpsuit, fresh from Riker's. He's got a shave and a haircut. Six bits are not present. He's all, "Ju gotta make preeson work for you, main. So what we doin today?" Don't ever forget, Mauricio is Mexican. I'm surprised they don't play La Cucaracha when he enters. Anyway, the blue cops want Mauricio to say where Diego is hiding out. And eef he don't? Baldwin and Medavoy have a plan to make Mauricio appear to be a rat, so that he'll get nailed out on the street. Mauricio doesn't like that idea, and decides to tell them where Diego actually is, because being a rat for real is somehow more manageable than being perceived as a rat when you aren't. It's flawed, twisted logic, and I guess we aren't supposed to notice or care.

L-T's dad comes in with his daughter and her husband. They're looking for Sip. Ricky vaults over his desk to greet them. The daughter sees the shopping cart and is all like, sniffle, waah! They sadly shuffle off to an interrogation room. Fancy grabs Ricky and says that he has to deliver an apology to the sarge. Ricky says he will when he can get to it. Fancy says, "Make it good."

The sad survivors of L-T are offered coffee. No thanks, the dad has cancer, but he's going to beat it. Okay. No one has talked to L-T in six months. Apparently, L-T started losing it "freshman year, at Brown." Hee hee, Brown, the oddball Ivy! L-T started dressing funny and got paranoid. They thought it was a phase. But, it wasn't. "You don't know what it's like to lose a son." That's rather presumptuous! Sip says that he lost his son at twenty-four. Whoops. The dad says he didn't mean to say that he "has a monopoly on grief." Then he says that, when his wife died, she left enough money to set L-T and his sister "up for life." Sip suspiciously looks at the sister's husband. Then the dad is like, I don't feel well, I'm going to go now, and leaves. Oh, and find who killed my son. After they go, Sip's all, "kid could have lived on Park Ave, he sleeps under a bridge." Oh, those kooky, murdered rich.