Flashbackery. NotYetDeadLuke's still jumping up and down on Doggett's marital bed. He wants Daddy to get up! He has something to show him! Doggett peers sleepily at the bedside clock; it's 5:28 AM. "Daddy, come on! Please!" NotYetDeadLuke chortles. Doggett asks if it can wait. NotYetDeadLuke leaps and hops and shakes his darling, not yet dead little head. Doggett smiles at him and peels himself out of bed, warning NotYetDeadLuke not to wake his mother.

So finally Doggett regains consciousness...um, somewhere -- an official-looking place with phones and official-looking people. I don't know; maybe it's an American Express office. Anyway, Doggett has a phone call. People speak Spanish, and then Doggett goes over and takes his call. Oh, I guess he contacted the Marine Corps Public Affairs office, and now they're calling him back. Doggett identifies himself as "Detective Laratel" (taking the name from a poster on the wall) and explains to the Marine that he's got an amnesiac in custody with nothing to identify him but the tattoo on his arm. The Marine explains that said tattoo refers to the Lebanon barracks bombing in 1983. Doggett "mmm-hmm"s and gives a physical description of himself, asking if the Marine could do some digging. "If you could just put a name to him, if you could just tell me anything at all about him, anything," Doggett asks. The Marine makes agreeable noises, and asks Doggett where he can reach him. Doggett's about to answer when he looks up and sees the cops strolling in. He bails.

Domingo's Junkyard and Garage. Doggett works on a bus, as Nestor watches and looks shifty. Enter Domingo. He and Nestor chat in Spanish, before Domingo announces that he's very pleased with Doggett's work ethic. "Now, if only you'd drive for me," he muses. Doggett insists that he won't break the law. Domingo rolls his eyes. "A man of principle. As far you know," he snarks, taking a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and shoving it under Doggett's nose. "You're not going to like it," he smiles. Seems Doggett fits the description of a murderer wanted by the police. Doggett's face falls. Domingo smiles at him patronizingly and tells him not to take being a cold-blooded killer so hard. He's not judging him! "Just keep away from the federales. We'll keep you safe," he says, chucking him gently on the shoulder and taking his exit. Nestor eyes Doggett irritably.