John comes into the office wearing a sky-blue v-neck sweater and a shirt. He holds his hands up expectantly but Sip just looks blank. "I'm not wearing an overcoat! First time this spring!" John trills. Sip says, "Good!" Wow, no bashing! Give Sip a rainbow medal. Ricky comes in and says "How's it going," to John. Sip says, "Isn't it a lovely spring day." There's sarcasm there. Ricky says Greg got Baldwin's car in a fender bender and that "Steam is coming out of Baldwin's ears." If anything happens, Sip has to stop Baldwin from whaling on Greg. As if.
Coffee room. Under the table Greg's feet are twirling a million miles a second. He thinks it would be "a scandal and a disgrace" if the lady he hit presses charges. Whatever.
Memmet comes in. He crabbily asks when the lieutenant is getting in. John says momentarily. Ricky and Sip stare at him from their desks, chopped liver. Memmet doesn't even want to wait in the same room as Sip. Sip suggests Memmet try the roof. Fancy comes in, cavalry. Baldwin follows. Sip blows a giant kiss to Baldwin. The hell? Sip says, "That was Dinah Shore, blowing a kiss goodbye to her Chevrolet." Okay, old timer.
Everyone assembles in Fancy's office to her Memmet's medical report on the oil drum corpse. Yup, it was dead. Meeting adjourned. Kidding. The body was five foot five, some shrinkage, six months pregnant, saturated in fluid, they got an address book out of her purse, and Memmet's gotta run, see ya. Sip growls that he has to give a lecture - "he teaches charm school to the trainees," and Memmet crotchety-old-mans right out: "You got one pair of balls on you, talking to me like that!" Then he leaves. Ricky says --- everybody now - "ANYWAYS, boss!" Anyways, indeed. Sip excuses himself, saying he's "gotta go see if he's pissing in my locker."
Bathroom. Ally comes out and starts pouting like there's no tomorrow. Sip comes in and inhales her. Memmet looks up, hunches his shoulders and says, "I gave you what I got!" With both barrels. Sip's like, what'd I do to you? Memmet says, "Let's just stay away from each other. Stay out of my hair!" Sip says that's a ridiculous statement coming from either of them. Memmet says he's "got a lot on (his) plate." And an endless supply of clichés, may I add. Sip asks like what. Kaboom: Memmet breaks down like my vacuum cleaner did, noisy and with tears. "My wife has cancer. She's got pain so bad I can't stand to see it. I know you got a wife that died, and you still go around like you got the world by the tail, but I can't! I caaan't! And I'm not consorting with anybody who caaaan!" Memmet wails like a vacuum cleaner until Sip pats him. "It's all right." "Oh my god! How'm I going to be able to liiiive!" The music swells as Sip pats Memmet.