Look out, there's adult language! But I really miss the nudity. Plus it's Baldwin's turn.

Some gangsta synthesizers take us around New York and end up at a fancy apartment building. There's yellow police tape across a doorway. Ricky and Sip stand on the other side, and finally Sip calls out, "Yoo-hoo." Really, he does. No one appears and they just go under the tape, Sip saying, "This is gonna be an art theft?" Groan...nobody likes art anymore! It's a dying...you know. A uniform comes out and hands Sip a note from the owner: "He couldn't stick around." Sip goes, "Oh." It's a very rich reading of the text. "Did he have a squash lesson?" Then he reads the note: "'Need a drink someplace' -- ha! -- 'where I don't have to look at all these empty frames.'" Ricky says, looking at a modern-square-jumble-painting hanging over the fireplace, "I definitely know why they didn't take this one." Hey, Ricky may not know art, but he knows what he likes, right? The uniform says the owner went off with a girl. Sip gets mad (yay!) and says, "You know, I am starting to take a burn at you, on account of you dispensing information in dribs and drabs." The uniform quakes a bit, then reads off his notebook, "The woman's name is Nicky Cameron. The owner is Noel Beller." "And the woman is to the man...what?" Hey, if you don't know what a woman is to a man by now, I think you should be listening to more pop music. You'll learn. The uniform says, "She was consoling him. I was the first one on the scene, I didn't think it was my place to do an interview." Ricky notices the apartment door looks battered on both sides, and he and Sip toss words like "novice," "misdirect," and "amateur thief" around. Hmm. Sip asks, "How many drinks until this guy evens out?" The uniform doesn't "see him on a bender." Ooh, did Dionne Warwick tell you that? Sip says snarkily, "If he returns, persuade him to stay." Then he looks at a statue of a man and a woman (taking notes, Sip?) and sniffs.

Woosh! Bloosh! Credits!

Hey, Jimmy Smits is in a boxing movie! Go check it out and remember the days when Blue used to be really, really good.

More gangsta keyboards lead us around NYC until we end up at the station house. A weird, buggy-eyed guy comes in. John asks what it is he needs and the buggy guy says, "My wife is missing." John summons Medavoy and the Buggy Guy continues, "Yvette Gunther. My wife." Medavoy and Baldwin lead him into the coffee room and they all sit there silently. The Buggy Guy's eyes are wide open but he doesn't look at either Greg or Baldwin. They sure are looking at him though. B.G. starts talking: "My wife was going to take a trip. She had a ticket to St. Augustine. She was packed and ready to go...she never called. When I got home her ticket and luggage were still there." Lengthy pause. Stare stare stare. Greg sits opposite him and pointedly says, "Huh!" B.G hands over his wife's picture and description; he had hit a Kinko's earlier and postered his neighborhood. "So you were very active before coming in," says Greg. Baldwin asks whether there were any domestic problems. "There are bound to be some when you've been married thirty years...I was sloppy, late...whatever the complaint of the day was." There's something to look forward to, newly-marrieds. ["I heard that." -- Wing Chun, crusty old married broad] Baldwin asks whether Yvette ever spoke of suicide. "Not to me," her husband says. How cheery. So, B.G. says he runs a lampshade factory, Greg says they're going to open a file on his wife, and B.G. thanks them and says that he'll show himself out. Greg and Baldwin watch him go and Greg says, "I think we now know how a male resident of Mars would report his wife missing." Baldwin nods gravely.