In his office, Fancy says, "The guard commander at the 113 is going to keep your name out of the report." Whew. "That doesn't mean some scumbag won't drop a dime to the papers." Shit. Damn that Don! Fancy continues," Does your ex-husband have enough decency and concern for your children to not [sic] give you up?" Uh, NO. Kirky says, "He's going to give me up to prove that he's innocent, because a guilty man would have left town. No, he doesn't have enough decency, because he's a self-involved asshole who has never considered the consequences of his actions other than does he feels good when he gets off and is the chili going to upset his stomach!" You got that right, Kirky! And don't ever forget it. Fancy isn't invited to Jill's pity party though, and says, "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. What did he ask you for?" Kirky didn't ask. Fancy sees hope and asks, "So he hasn't given you up yet?" He decides to go down to the 113th Precinct and kick some ass, to be followed by some taking of names. Thank God!
As Fancy leaves, he passes Sip, Ricky and Jay from O.C.B. on the stairwell. Sip says dryly that that collar "didn't really bear fruit." No, it laid an egg, in fact. But what's this? There's a cabby parked by John's desk who has some info on the Naked Seven. He heard about it on the radio and came in. Jay jumps all over himself offering a reward if his info is good, and Sip grabs Jay by the neck and says cheerfully, "That's the last you'll be hearing from him!" Dis-missed! Ricky negotiates three "busy days' pay" for the cabby, who then spills it: "I picked two guys up from that building they showed on the news. They were high...acting crazy. They had garbage bags filed with stuff. Puerto Rican types. Gave me a $5 tip!" Sip looks intrigued and says, "They could be cartel guys, higher-ups from an extreme level." So the gay sex cult lead is out? Oh right, it was ALL IN YOUR HEAD. Go on.
In an interrogation room, Martinez and Medavoy are questioning the fast-talking street salesman. Or rather, he's pitching them on his innocence: "You must know that I'm the least responsible partner in this." This guy really has the gift of gab so he starts convincing the cops that people sell stuff all the time on the streets of New York -- like books and records -- and why aren't they going after them? Well, because there aren't usually MURDERS attached to people selling stuff on the street, that's why. The guy has no alibi (he went and had a couple of drinks by himself the night of the murder), and the very word "murder" makes him "physically nauseated. Mike's dead? Sorry -- ex post facto. Do you know what that means?" Do they know what that means? Well why don't you just tell them, Mister Smart Guy? "Dave called me and said he needed my salesman's talents. Dave brought me in AFTER the fact. Ex post facto. Capisce?" Medavoy looks at this dork and says, "You know, you got some honker on you, pal." The camera waves over to show the guy's nose in profile. The thing rivals John Turturro's. It's pretty big. Hee.