Woosh bloosh whizz, and we're over in Chinatown with Martinez and Medavoy. Guess what! It's another DOA. For a change. Medavoy gets all happy because there's a pretty paramedic on the scene with whom he's in looove. WOOOO! Sorry, forgot where I was. Martinez teases Medavoy, reminding him that he's clammed up every other time he's been around this pretty paramedic, and that he'll never get anywhere that way. Medavoy is all, watch me go! and starts peppering the pretty paramedic with questions about the DOA until she asks, "What are we, on Candid Camera?" They figure out that it wasn't a mugging, and that he didn't jump from the window. "So it was a dump job," says Medavoy, "a dump job, miss," but the pretty paramedic has gone poof! Martinez busts on Medavoy...well, he doesn't say anything, but he's thinking it. We all are.
Back at the precinct, Fancy is entertaining some people in his office. Sip is all straining his neck to get a look at them, and Ricky suggests that they are "the minds greater than our own," and that they'll help them locate a "man who walks upright." Sip gets pissed when he sees the Bald Profiler: "This is a specific asshole, believe you me." Fancy comes out to introduce them, and it's Guy Jarvis! Oh no! Bad cop from the past! He's the one that made things bad on the Bucci case. The other guy is Jay Morrison, not a profiler; he's with the organized control bureau. He's acting sort of like the good cop. They're to help with the Naked Seven. The no-clothes thing is throwing the cops off. "They could have walked in wearing Italian suits," says Jay. "Stripping them is humiliating. Taking their clothes the ultimate indignity." Hey, that happened to Chandler on Friends once! It was very undignified to be caught with no clothes on, but he did get to live, so that was good. That's what separates the comedies from the dramas: Death. Jay continues, "I hate to butt in here with a practical idea, but maybe taking their clothes was to prevent identification." Duh! Or theft, maybe! The Profiler jumps on the clue train and says, "The one with his throat slit was the one they really hated; the others they just wanted out of the way." Sip, still pissed at having to work with the Profiler again, yells, "You wanna contact the victims' families!" The Profiler is like, "I never contacted the family of that dead girl!" and then Sip asks where he'll need to set up his desk and crystal ball, and the Profilers is like, "I don't need a desk or a crystal ball!" as he runs on out of there, away from the wrath of Sip. Ricky gestures to Jay and says, "We can cuddle up at my desk." WOOOOOH! Look out, Mary! Jay looks nervous and says, "Don't hate me for riding in the same car as that guy," and Ricky goes, "Why would I hate you?" Yeah, because Ricky is not in third grade anymore! He may LOOK it, but he isn't! Then Jay says, "I didn't feel like turning over what I got in front of that dickhead profiler guy, and for that matter, your boss. I like a guy for the homicide." Ricky is like, the seven DOAs? Yup, those guys. Sip makes a palms-up "well?" gesture. Fancy looks out the window of his office as Jay continues. The suspect-to-be is named Vincente Ramos, who was talking in a salsa club about "making a bloody movie." Sip is still in super-gruff mode, and says, "You got a place to look for this guy...you assume we want to cut our boss out of this collar." Jay is all, what'd-I-do? and asks "What's you think I want to cut out your boss?" Um, maybe because you just SAID SO. Sip goes to tell Fancy what they're about to do and Ricky says of him, "He gives a bad first impression." Hey, Sip gives as good as he gets!