Enter Greg and Baldwin. Greg hangs up his coat in such a way that you know he's pissed. He charges into Fancy's office and Fancy asks, looking bemused, "How'd it go?" Baldwin says not good. Greg says, "He lacks that courage of his convictions, that Judge La Vow." Fancy suggests Greg talk his Fanny-Packer into a lineup. Greg mutters something about dogs and Fancy is like, yo Greg: "Maybe now's the time to think about your man in the pokey?"
Greg goes into the pokey rubbing his hands together. "This could be your lucky day!" he sings to the Fanny-Packer. "Maybe your alibi holds up! That waitress at The Owl says she remembers someone with your description." Then Greg casually suggests the idea of an informal lineup, "just so the waitress can be sure it was" him. The Fanny-Packer is reluctant at first and then goes for it. Sucker. "Tell that waitress the next time I'm in there, she's in for a big tip," the Fanny-Packer says. Greg is all, "Just give me a minute! Ha ha!" and dances on out. Oh, he's a wily weirdo, that Medavoy.
Fancy comes into the coffee room. The Geezer guiltily whips on his glasses, since before the boss walked in, he was just spacing out. When Ricky excuses himself, the Geezer starts talking to Fancy: "I try to live a good life...I don't know how it's in there no more." Wuh? Ricky comes back in with some papers, linking the building the skeleton was found in with the home her parents lived in; someone had access to both buildings. The Geezer is like, "Was that in one of my papers?" Sip asks the Geezer to stick around and the Geezer says, "Any help I can be." Fancy looks at him funny.
The dog mom is fussing about the line-up to Di and Kirky: "I keep saying the man who shot my dog isn't the one I was paying attention to!" She loves her doggie! Di and Kirky and Fancy and Greg and Baldwin all talk her into making an ID "by number." The lady says, "How do I identify them by number?" Baldwin says because they'll have a number on. Duh, lady! They raise the shade and six balding dudes, identical to Fanny-Packer, are in the other room. Thankfully they don't all have fanny packs on too. The lady says, "I don't see the one who shot my dog!" Greg rudely asks, "How about the one that shot the man?" Then he makes a crack about her "aged dog" with the bullet and the lady snaps, "I am not talking about that!" Then she leaves and Greg bets she's not in support of "lab mice." Fancy tells them to kick all six line-up guys, and Baldwin says he want to try something. Something shirtless, please?