In the coffee room, Di tells Sip she knows she saw Denby and she thinks she saw Don. Denby said he was dead, and she got Bobby's ring back, but she thinks she saw Don. Sip suggests reaching out to Denby, but Di says she'll wait for him to reach out to her. Oh, and don't tell Kirky.
Sip comes out and Ricky just looks at him. Are you talking about me? Sip ahems and says it was something to do with Bobby, about one of his possessions. Di comes out with coffee for all of them. "Wanna go check on those gas stations?" Ricky says yeah. They all sip their coffee in mismatched mugs. One-two-three: Sluuurp.
Keyboards, stationhouse. An old geezer comes in. Man, he's old. He yells at John, "I got a question on my mind about whether I'm being bilked!" Di and Kirky lead him towards their desks as he continues to explain: he's paid $18,000 this week to the men repairing his house. Jesus! He's alone, his son moved away. "I'm worried I'm being a dope." Kirky says, "Everyone's a dope sometimes." Oh boy, are those words ever coming back to haunt you later on.
I'm beginning to hate those funky keyboards that lead us to a gas station. Thanks for not making any corporate affiliations. An Indian man with a bandaged arm yells at a car driving off, "DON'T tip me ten cents then! Lousy cheap BASTARD." Dude, I thought your people invented yoga? Look into it. Relaaax. Sip, who hates when anyone is more vitriolic than he, mutters, "Oh, brother." Sip-Dude, you're one to talk. Ricky starts talking to Mr. Patel about being robbed and cut and Mr. Patel starts yelling AGAIN. "Eighty percent severed tendon...." That sucks. Ricky asks him to look at photos of suspects and Mr. Patel says, "Or what, you'll hang me upside down and beat me with a bamboo cane?" Sip growls, "Don't put ideas in our heads." Mr. Patel grudgingly looks at photos until...there's one that looks familiar. "Knife-cutting pig-faced BASTARD!" He spits. "Filthy BASTARD." Ricky says okay and shows him a new set of photos -- women this time. Mr. Patel sifts through them until he sees one and flings it on the ground and stomps on it. "Big-nosed thieving bitch-woman!" Sip cracks, "For a guy with a temper he's got good recall." Mr. Patel has now totally lost it. "Ask him why he cut my hand when I gave him money. Ask him why he cuts me then!" He hugs Ricky and cries loudly. Oh, what a passionate people. "He hurt my hand so bad! Ask him why!" Sip glowers as Mr. Patel blubbers.