Well, when in Roam. Over at District Attorney Roam's house, Papa Roam takes Adam's easy-to-hear cue line of "..." and finishes it off, "...he's at Goldman's." I think Mama Roam might be in the house somewhere also, but they keep that house so dark I haven't seen a thing since we first showed up there last week. He must not have gotten around to screwing in the light bulb that has provided the pointed punch line for so many of that set's snappy pearls of dialogue. Anyway, Roam is in such a tizzy about his son's absence he can think of only one thing to do: he's calling the police. Dude. Chill the hell out. Brush your hair. Have a cup of coif-ee. I thought big bouffants were supposed to make people want to live in retro-era Athens and dance all nights to the B-52s. I guess I was wrong. Continually ill-developed tough-but-fair Mama Roam continues to play the sharply defined character of Her Husband's Opinion But On Opposite Day, demanding with an equal but opposite reaction, "You cannot order them to knock down the Goldmans' front door." Papa argues, "We have to do something." Why? "It's 4 in the morning." Well then, milk a cow or make the donuts or something, because there really is a limited amount of socially acceptable activities for the 4 AM hour, seeing that there is no news yet because everybody is home in their comfy, comfy beds. ["There's a 4 in the morning now?" -- Wing Chun]