Medavoy and Martinez go at Dave, the cute-but-dim other guy-selling-merch-from-a-trunk. He plays dumb for a while, rather brilliantly. Martinez and Medavoy guilt-trip him into admitting what happened by bringing up Dave's mom. "Fratricide. Pretty heavy thing to pt a mother through." Dave is like, "Don't say it was me! I don't want my mother hearing that. Mike died of natural causes. Act of God. You know, fate." Martinez says, "Well, it happened when you were up there burglarizin'." Dave feebly protests his innocence but then admits that he did in fact kill his brother by tossing a massive bundle of leather pants on him from three stories up when the guy was expecting silk shirts. "I just thought it would be funny." It was all a mistake! When Martinez asks how and why he went on to sell the stuff when he had left his brother cold in the street just hours before, Dave says lamely, "Because Mike would have wanted it that way?" Oh boy. As if we needed more proof that capitalism is bad.

Up at the 113, Fancy is paying Don a visit. Don's all, "Hello," with that idiot half-smile on his face that I just want to smack right off. Fancy introduces himself as Jill's boss and Don smugly says, "I see Jill has spoken with you." Fancy sits down heavily next to Don on his l'il jailhouse bench and asks, "I need to know what you did and what you can trade." Don's like, 'trade' meaning I don't rat out Jill and I walk? Fancy says there's no way Don's doing less than twenty years. YAY!! I am SO glad to hear this. Don throws a tantrum and says, "So I face personal police vengeance via the justice system?" OH MY GOD. ACCEPT some responsibility, why don't you?! Fancy grabs Don by the collar of his shirt and says, "That's a big problem you have: Trying to make yourself feel better by the sound of your own voice." WOOOOO! Don says, all strangulated, "I'm stating objective fact." RIGHT!! Fancy keeps squeezing Don's neck until Don agrees to forget Jill's name ever existed and says, "The walk for the full flip and nothing about nothing else!" Thank GOD. Fancy yells for the guard ("Open the gate!") and I really really REALLY hope this is the last we see of Don. He's stressing me out! And poor Kirky!