Ricky and Sip roll up on the uniforms guarding the Cutlass (Supreme!) and oh no! Security guy is there. How'd he know? Police scanner, yo. They pop the trunk on the Cutlass and see blood and a pair of eyeglasses. The security guy confirms the glasses are the old man's. Sip theorizes that the old man must be dead. Uh-oh, here comes Eve! Does she have a police scanner too? Sip holds her back from the Cutlass and she yells at him to let her go. Sip is -- intimidated? And lets her approach the Cutlass. She gets a little misty mixed in with her usual bossiness when she sees the blood and the eyeglasses. Then she rushes to blame Avery Birch and they tell her about his sickly status. Sniffling, she goes to get her own mom from the hospital and the cops and the security guy breathe a sigh of relief. Whew, the bossy Lady Eve is gone.
Di and Kirky are interviewing Rafaela, SB's maid, with Greg and Baldwin hovering in the background. Rafaela says that the husband stole the stuff and sold it for his gambling, and that he touched her inappropriately and that the wife saw him doing that. "Then she says I have to leave. Out! Like you say to a dog." And the baby? It got sick and died. "Friends buried him in the country." And that's all she knows. Di asks whether she gave the baby away, or even if she sold the baby, but Rafaela isn't giving up anything else. Baldwin says they're going to have to ask Rafaela's husband about this. She tells them where he works washing dishes and slumps deeper into her chair.
JB dances in and STUBS HIS CIGARETTE OUT IN JOHN'S ROCK GARDEN! John does not turn into a dragon, or whip out a samurai sword, or do some cool flippy-martial-art-move like in The Matrix, but -- hold on -- looks horrified, and -- are you sitting down? -- gasps loudly. Anyways, Ricky asks JB what he wants, and he answers, "To be like Mike!" and makes the "swish" noise. I bet JB could do a riff on The Beastie Boys song "So Whatcha Want," but we don't have all day. Ricky tells JB to beat it because he's high, again. JB says, "I am an addict with information -- do you tell the handicapped not to come in here crippled?" Hee hee, that's like that joke that goes, coughing around smokers is like dancing around people in wheelchairs, c'mon Ironsides, what's the problem? Ricky says the handicapped can't choose how they come in, and JB says he didn't know this would be a Moral Majority pep rally. So, Sip asks JB what he knows, and JB says what kind of reward will he get. It's $200. JB is psyched, and tells them about the guy that abducted the old man and stole his car and broke into his apartment and rattles the old lady. Then, triumphant, he says, "$200 to the stinky, skelly, strung-out junkie who delivered your case on a sliver platter." The camera waves over to show John using the tiny rake to lift JB's cigarette out of his Zen rock garden. Poor John.