The Geezer leads Ricky and Sip into a room filled with wooden duck decoys. I'd think they're meant to be symbolic, but none of them are actually coming out of the TV screen to hit me over the head, so I must be wrong. "G'wan, g'wan, we'll talk in here. Is there some peanut brittle over there?" Sip gruffs, "Me and him don't want any. We wanna see the materials you collected on this case." The Geezer rocks back on his heels and say, "Aw, nothing ever turned up on that." Sip squints at the Geezer, who adds, "The parents moved four or five years ago to North Miami. I promised I'd contact them if an arrest was made." Sip and Ricky exchange looks and Ricky reminds the Geezer of the files he said he had. "I'll go get them boxes," the Geezer says, and slowly shuffles off. Sip jumps in with, "I'll give you a hand," and the Geezer gets mad: "You cracking wise? It's my case! I am working this case!" Sip says to Ricky sotto voce, "Tell him he's retired and what year this is." The geezer continues blustering, "Where them boxes go, I go! All right then. Is there some peanut brittle over there?" Ricky says he'll have some and shoves a piece of ancient candy in his mouth. Mmm. Sip, so weary already, says, "For God's sake."
Cut to the Precinct, where Ricky, Sip and the Geezer are sloowly heading up the stairs. The Geezer is carrying a few large boxes. They make it in and -- whoops! -- the Geezer wipes out and the boxes spill out right in front of Fancy's office. Sounding totally like William H. Macy in Fargo, the Geezer says, "Oh for gosh sakes! Gosh!" Sip intercepts Fancy and gives him the low-down on the Geezer before he and Ricky take him off to the coffee room. Sip mutters, "Half senile and living by himself," and then something goes on in Sip's eyes....maybe he recognizes a little of himself in the Geezer? Hmm.
In the coffee room, Ricky offers the Geezer coffee. The Geezer says, "My usual," and it takes a minute for him to figure out that Ricky doesn't know what that is. He likes a spoonful "...of that Cremora stuff." Sip shudders involuntarily and then hardens to the geezer again. "Look, we can't have you guarding those boxes like they were Fort Knox or something, doling the files out." The Geezer sits, looking stunned then after describing the various color-coding and rubber-banding techniques he's employed, says, "You can go through them." Ricky thanks him.