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.
The gritty gritty street scenes lead us to Fancy's office, where Di and Kirky are talking about "Scottish gypsy hustlers." Fancy says he wants then out of the precinct. "Put in a call to Tyrone and see if you can get a video setup. And if you don't collar up, tell them how pretty Pittsburgh is in the spring."
Phone! John has it. Oh Di, it's Denby. Di picks up. "Hi. Is that right, I just popped into your head. It's your dime, am I supposed to entertain you? Okay, we can talk. Three minutes in front of the station house."
Ricky and Sip are hauling a cheap-looking bleach blonde lady and a dirty-haired skinny skel up the steps. The lady says, "These are the most troublesome events I've ever been involved with!" The guy says, "I can't believe you let these assholes in." Ricky says, "That's what you get for consorting with non-felon types." The lady continues, "I have no idea what that pipe paraphernalia is...I never said I was Julie Andrews!" Ricky leads her away and asks who Julie Andrews is.
Di's sitting at her desk, thinking so hard you can actually see her brain working. She gets up and asks Baldwin if he's got a minute. He follows her into the coffee room. Look, if it's about his ass, you got to see it last week. She asks Di to follow the guy she's going to be talking to, and shows him a photo of Don. "His hair will be red now." Sweet, sweet Baldwin asks, "Do I need to know who this is?" Di says no, and thanks.