Another dancer leans into the doorway to tell Gypsy she's up after the next song, and Gypsy gets up, telling Kima that if she needs anything else, she can call Gypsy. She ends their conversation with a warm, flirtatious smile that suggests there's a particular kind of "help" she'd like to give Kima. Getting up, Kima tells Gypsy that she'll say hi to Shardene for her. Gypsy smiles fondly, saying that Shardene must be doing well "to be out for so long," and conjectures that Shardene "must've landed a rich one." Well, Lester does make some nice coin from his dollhouse miniatures -- and if the look of his house was any indication, he knows how to make a sound investment, too. Cheryl, no longer having fun mocking Prez, has returned to pouting. Gypsy finally notices her and asks her, pointing at Kima, "You her girl?" "Yeah," says Cheryl, crossing her arms and tilting her chin at Gypsy in kind of a challenging posture. Gypsy smiles appraisingly: "I wouldn't let mine come in here either without me. These bitches in here are no joke." Kima rolls her eyes, like, "Girl, don't help." Gypsy flounces out of the dressing room, Cheryl glaring at Kima like she didn't notice (a) all the police work, or (b) the fact that Kima has never left her for a second and therefore did not do anything wrong. Shut up, Cheryl.

Prison cell. We pan across a shelf of books -- including titles like The Milagro Beanfield War and Frankenstein -- to some grooming products and a framed photo of a defiant-looking Donette, and finally down to a framed photo of Tyrell, which D'Angelo is gazing at as he holds it in his hand. He smiles a bit and places it back on the shelf, before going to his cell door and pulling it closed. Hidden from the rest of the tier, he crouches down at his toilet/sink deal, where he'd taped the last of his stash. Peeling the two little twists of paper off the underside of the toilet bowl, he carefully opens them up, scrapes out their contents, and flushes the whole mess down the commode. The alligators that live in the sewer are going to be so fucked up, you guys.