Ohhh, say can you see? The credits.

This episode of The Lone Gunmen has been brought to you by Aleve? That's a good idea. Does that go with Jack Daniels? JD & A? Yes? Yes.

Okay, so I just got done recapping NYPD Blue, so maybe I'm still harboring warm feelings toward people who risk their necks and try to help victims on the street everyday, but this scene with Langly and the cop in the impound lot really cheesed me. The cop calls Langly "mademoiselle," and Langly can't just shrug it off and demands an apology -- dude, what are you, a teenager? Well, in the Motörhead shirt, he could almost pass. So, the cop won't apologize, of course -- it's impossible in this context for "the man" to have any respect for our three gun-dudes -- so Langly speechifies about what the possible differences might be between himself and the cop, and without saying anything concrete, the cop finally says that the difference between himself and Langly is that he has a gun. Dude, that's kind of reductive. And scary. Then Frohike drags Langly away so that they can get their van and the story on the Senator. They only have four days until the election. So, tick tick tick. Byers and Jimmy roll up in Jimmy's Porsche (so, why did Langly and Frohike have to get dropped off in the police van? Oh, right, so we can get hammered with the premise some more) and say the Senator's ratings went up after their fun-with-earpiece routine. Langly is outraged that no one cares that a woman was killed by a Senator -- ooh, ooh, I am! Even a fictitious woman! I am mad as hell, and refuse to finish this recap until justice is done! Oh, hell, I can't stay mad at a made-up Senator forever. Hug? Frohike says that they need proof, Langly says that they should "run the story now, verify facts later," and Byers brings up the big JI: Journalistic Integrity. They Must Do The Right Thing. Frohike says the mainstream (legit?) press could spin the story so well that the Senator could wind up in the Shite...I mean, "White" House. Jimmy -- who, as you know, is stupid -- says he'd vote for him. Frohike kicks him in the shin. Now that's some smart debating. The xylophones start up as the three pile into their van, leaving Jimmy on the outside, alone, alone. Cry for Jimmy. Frohike tells him to "wash the windshield, Gomer Pyle." Jimmy obediently, stupidly obeys, and is stopped by Byers. Why? There's a number scrawled on the glass. "RX? Is that a prescription number?" "There's one way to find out." Ooh ooh, is it with hacking? And computers? Of course it is. Jimmy doesn't get it: "Why would a dead woman need a prescription?" Everyone, smack your foreheads.