Woosh bloosh credits! Cue the pounding drums! Start up the moody synthesizers!

Establishing shots of the precinct bring us to Sip, cooling his heels outside. Sister Katie cruises up and they kiss hello. Katie didn't go to her meeting, but was instead counseling a poor young man. Wow, how self-sacrificing...and perhaps some foreshadowing? Sip tells her he needs help because Theo's being "willful and disobedient-like." That sweet thing? Never. Well, he is four. Sip goes through his list of minor complaints: Theo isn't eating the same foods and is asking for new things, and he's not getting the same enjoyment of their after-school activities and games that he did before. Katie, all non-sequitur, starts blabbing about the "poor young crackhead" she was counseling and that he lived in the filthiest conditions! And had the filthiest porn on his computer! Hey! That sounds like about half the people I know! Sip is all like, what were you DOING hanging out with a crackhead, and WHAT does this have to do with me and my adorable SON? And HURRY UP, Medavoy and Ricky are waiting so we can check out a DOA somewhere in this gritty gritty city. Katie says the young man's name is John and Sip goes, "John, the crackhead porn fan," which cues Katie to go off on a God-related tangent. God, has shown her that there are "some steps John has to take alone," and therefore Katie can NOT do the rescuing number on him that she would like to, oh, and she "hopes that helps with Theo." Sip is getting pretty steamed from having to hold a bag of crap from his own SISTER, and as she goes off to her meeting he mutters, "I have to get one of those rearing books." That's CHILD-rearing. He's not talking about porn, people.

Next is a crime scene in a hotel. A uniform tells Ricky, Sip and Medavoy that as they were securing the crime scene, a fire alarm went off. Then as the firefighters "did their thing," it ruined the crime scene. The place is soaked, and there's a bloody body in the bathtub. "Poor guy," says the uniform, "stabbed and mutilated." "I'll say," says Sip, "His dick's gone." WOOOO! I mean, ow, yikes. The uniform continues, "The clerk said he came in here regular, brought in male prostitutes. Virginia driver's license." They leave the bathroom, with Sip making an "ew" face and a wider shot of the bloody body in the bathtub. Thanks for that.