As some old black-and-white comedy plays on a TV, hip-hop music plays. D'Angelo, a towel around his waist, pensively regards two large, impeccably kept closets full of clothes. It has to be said that Larry Gilliard Jr. has absolutely no muscle tone at all in his upper body. Seriously, his pecs could belong to a ten-year-old. It's weird. In a montage, he pulls out a putty-coloured t-shirt, tests it against a pair of sand-coloured jeans, and then cuts the tags off both. He opens a succession of boxes of brand-new-looking Timberland boots of various colours, and then he gets a page...

...for which the number comes up at the detail office. "He's up early today," comments Sydnor. Lester says that there was a lot of pager activity the previous night, too.

At the apartment, D'Angelo's managed to get dressed in his fairly unremarkable outfit, only to change his mind about the shirt. Montage again as he takes out a different t-shirt and short-sleeved plaid buttondown...and then another pair of jeans. He checks himself out in the mirror one last time, and then heads for the kitchen, where Shardene, in one of his shirts (and nothing else, apparently), is making breakfast. Seeing him, she cracks up: "No woman takes that long." Yeah, and women have to put on makeup, too! And D'Angelo doesn't even have hair to do! Very inefficient. D'Angelo pulls her in for a kiss, and then asks, "But I look good, right? Shardene doesn't deny it. D'Angelo looks out the window, and then marvels at all she's done. "Burned an egg or two," she shrugs. "Ain't no thing." As she bends over to get juice out of the fridge, D'Angelo puts a proprietary hand on her ass, saying, "My mama always said, 'Don't let them get to cooking. Once they get into your kitchen, there ain't nothing left to do but give them a key to your house.'" Shardene flirts that she's interested in neither key nor house: "And your mama don't know shit about me." Pointing at a photo of a baby, stuck with magnets to the side of the fridge, Shardene adds, "He looks just like you." D'Angelo agrees that he does. Shardene asks after the kid's mother, and D'Angelo says she's "around the way." Shardene asks if D'Angelo and his baby mama are friends, and D'Angelo says that she wants a key, along with a house, a car, some new clothes, a necklace, some pocket change, a trip to the shore, and a credit card with her name on it: "Ain't no such thing as free, right? When it come to pussy, there ain't no free." No one knows that better than Shardene, making her rent one twenty-dollar drink at a time. Shardene puts her plate in the sink and heads back out, saying that she has to go, but D'Angelo takes her hand and pulls her back for another peck, before watching as she jumps into her jeans. I'm not going to sit here and say otherwise: that is a hot ass.