Kirky comes into the pokey and tells Di and Rafaela what her husband just said. Rafaela moves into confessin' mode: "I had nothing to help Miguel, nothing to protect him." Di reaches out to touch her but she draws back. Di gets all weepy, as if that helps people to confess, or as if we need to know how sad this scene is by checking Di's eyes for tears. So, Rafaela says, "I took him to the country. I gave him his pacifier. I gave him back to God...I left him with his pacifier and sat on the hill...I waited through the night. In the morning he was almost gone. A sweet breeze blew...he was gone. I hope before God sends me to hell, he lets me see my baby once in heaven." And I hope that the stigma of abortion goes away fast, like SOON if not NOW, because I am pretty fucking horrified by these terrible, true stories of parents killing their newly-born children. A simple surgical procedure could prevent these kinds of murders! And it's LEGAL.
Ricky and Sip are talking to the guy they got out of a fruit truck. He smells delicious. He's trying to say that he called in trying to HELP about the case, but no one believes him. So, after a second of protest, he confesses: He and some of his friends robbed the old man, made him give up his address, and took him for a ride in the trunk of his Cutlass. When they popped the trunk, he was dead. Another senseless crime with no real meaning, solved by a rat's tip. The end.
Fancy's on the phone with someone about the dead-baby-raped-maid-snooty rich people thing. Everyone looks like they just drank pickle juice. Fancy says, "The baby's buried at a park up in Rye...there's no way to go at the husband?" He hangs up disgustedly. Greg says, "He'll just say the sex was consensual." Baldwin, who must be new to life's great injustices, gets upset: "Those rich people did their part!" Everyone just looks at him with that pickle-juice-drinking look on their face and he goes (everybody now!), "ANYWAYS." Kirky unpurses her lips for a second to say, "I don't care what's in your culture about adoption. You don't do that to your child." Well excuse me, Miss I Never-Killed-My-Baby!