Ricky, Sip, Kirky and Di all come in to the station house. Ricky and Sip cruise over to Fancy's office to announce the status of their case: Male Hispanic DOA. The wife was too upset to talk to the cops and locked herself in the bathroom. Sounds suspicious, yes? She is coming down later to look at photos. The brother of the DOA -- Hwa-KEEN, which Sip can't say without making a face -- saw the shooter from the back and fired shots at him. Fancy says, "Okay. Get out of my office." Vamoose!

Gay John sidles up to Sip: "There's a man waiting for you...he's making gestures like he's addressing a crowd...and I think he said something about being uncrowned royalty." What a weird thing to say! We get a shot of a goober in glasses passing his hands above a flock of invisible Lilliputians, and Ricky and Sip sidle over to him, raising eyebrows and casting skyward lances as they do. The man says, "Gentlemen. Do I have a fungo-bat in my hand?" Wha? His name is Preston Ross, no relation to the director Preston Sturges, and he's from the Latent Prints department. Get it? "Prince" -- "prints"! Arf arf. John looks suitably mortified. Preston continues, "I have a chart right here. Do we have somewhere I can post them?" Sip and Ricky waggle their eyebrows some more in a you-can-post-yer-chart-right-here-bub gesture, and lead him to a room. Preston is a freaky dude, but he knows how to read fingerprints. Of three sets on the gun, he feels it is the greasy, third set that belongs to the shooter of Joaquin's brother. During his little prints presentation, Sip and Ricky change their expressions from dubious to impressed. "Don't thank me," says Preston. "Thank the technology." Ricky says, "You thank the technology for us. You probably understand it better." Well duh, he is the expert. Preston, all overcome with the tenderness Ricky and Sip have shown him, says, "I'll just have a moment." What the! Am I watching Ally McBeal all of a sudden? Ricky says, "Have a doughnut." And Preston the Latent Prince repeats the phrase with such gravity that he's either aware of what a cliché it is for cops to eat doughnuts all the time, or that no one has ever extended a kind gesture to him in his line of work. Have a doughnut, indeed. Have a doughnut, everyone!