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.
Sara the speed freak, looking a lot like Gwyneth now, hands over her written statement to Mary. Ricky says thanks. Sara thanks Ricky for the coffee. Mary and Ricky exchange meaningful looks.
Kirkendall is facing off with Don, her deadbeat ex. Although "they have a stinky one, she's not on it," and she offers to take him upstairs to talk. He supposes "they don't much like me up there," in ethics-land, he means. He says he took their son Kyle to his fitting and bought him the more expensive suit for his first communion because "maybe his son can wear it." Ah yes, little-kid fashions rarely change over a generation. It was $65 extra, but has the funds for it...so why is he giving Kirkendall that look? Is he trying to scam money? Kirkendall says that's okay and that "Kyle will appreciate the gesture." Then Don asks if he can come over and do her after the kids fall asleep and she dances around saying "no." Then she says, "That was nice, about the suit," and Don splits.
Sip and Ricky are in the john, where a file cabinet lives next to the urinal, telling another detective about the murder of Poodle-Head. The dick says Sip and Ricky have to interview Neil and Nazi-boy. Finally. Sip, framed by the window, puts his arms on his head in a gesture that reads, "This is going to be tough."
Neil enters an interview room where Ricky waits. Ricky starts right in; he's gonna say when he knows, then Neil is gonna tell the truth. The part about the minor tune-up? "Let go of that, Neil!" They have witnesses to the contrary. "What about what we told you?" stammers Neil. Ricky slams the table with his hand so hard Neil jumps a mile, and stammers "To tell what happened would be to rat out my partner!" Ricky is having none of it and yells, "Find another word for it, because you are going down!" By "it," I think Ricky means "rat." Neil tells the truth -- that after he got a loogie in his face, he backhanded the guy and "insulted every female member of his family." Sounds fair, no? No. That would have been enough for Neil, but Nazi-boy, obsessed with the idea that cops need to be feared to be respected, beat the guy so badly he died. Neil admits that he was afraid of Nazi-boy, and afraid of "what he might do to me," and Ricky kicks himself around the room, moanng, "I kept you out on the street!" Hoo boy.