While going upstairs, Ed protests and wants to stay with Neil and Nazi-boy. Sip collars him and says "your presence up here will be a comfort," meaning "please don't take their side."

So the four cops good-cop and bad-cop Sara until she tells them she was snorting meth the whole time and saw everything. That is, she saw Neil and Nazi-boy beat Poodle-Head up real bad, leave him, then come back just in time for the ambulance. She didn't see anyone else come into the alley. Okay, okay, we get it, the cops beat someone down and killed him! It's not like this has never happened in New York City before, like recently when cops pumped forty-one bullets into an unarmed man. It's not beyond the audience's grasp. Shit fucking happens; it's what the consequences are that matter. Once again, Ed talks about wanting to be downstairs when he is upstairs, which I guess is a not-too-subtle metaphor for the differences between street cops and desk cops. He, on Sip's suggestion, goes out the back door as to avoid the certain wrath of Nazi-boy.

Neil comes up looking -- guess what -- worried, and Ricky says Sara is half a wack job, and that she saw "fifty-foot dueling centipedes." Neil looks -- surprise -- relieved, and offers to impersonate one, so he waves his arms and a leg around. Then Nazi-boy comes up and Neil does his bug impression again. Oh yeah, Kevin Dillon is so much more than just a pretty face -- well, his face isn't as pretty as his brother's, but you know. As the two murderers head downstairs, Nazi-boy shoots a dirty look at Sip, who says, "Oh, God."

Now we get the car as that is bringing us the music of the almost-forgotton artist of the not-so-distant past: Right Said Fred. Too sexy!

Back at the station house, Diane sits in her tank top watching Sip sweat and squirm. He gets out "this is a five-ton bag of crap," before he holds up one finger and goes silent. Diane tilts her head.