Moronica and Doggett enter a dive bar. Moronica looks divine in a cream leather blazer. She points to an older man sitting at the bar. Doggett compares the man to a series of mug shots; it's their man. They go on over. The man looks like the sixty-year-old love child of Donnie Pfaster and Krycek. "Nicholas Regali?" Moronica asks as she and Doggett whip out their badges. Regali puffs on a cigar, and examines them. "John. Jay. Dog. It," he reads. Clever! For a third-grader. Doggett snaps his badge closed with little reaction. Because he's heard that one before. "You're in town in violation of terms of your parole back in New York," Moronica tells Regali. Regali shrugs and advises her to call his parole officer. "She'll tell you I'm in town looking for work," he says. Doggett and Moronica exchange glances. Moronica wonders what he was doing the other night, when Plastered Behind the Wall got...um, plastered behind the wall. Regali can't remember. She asks about two weeks ago, when Killed in the Alley bought the farm. Because the bartender at the bar connected to the alley of Killed in the Alley IDed him. "What do you have to say about that, Mr. Regali?" Moronica asks. Regali takes a puff of his stogie. Doggett snatches it from his hand and extinguishes it in Regali's drink. "You don't want to play this game, flatfoot," Regali says. "Not with me." Doggett doesn't flinch. "You like to kill women, Mr. Regali. You may think you're going to get away with it, but that's not going to happen," he says. Regali sniffs that they have no idea what they're dealing with. "Maybe we do," Doggett tells him. He and Moronica stomp off.

Dormitory of Despair. PPP stares out of his window. He kills the lights, then goes over and stares at the Wall of Death. One of the pictures, prominently displayed, is Doggett kneeling next to Poor Dead Luke's poor dead body. Why, how peculiar!

Title card #2: "Ashes." Doggett lies in bed. He turns over and stares at the ceiling. After a moment, he gets out of bed and goes to the closet. He takes out a box containing Poor Dead Luke's ashes. He looks at them sadly and goes and sits on the bed. All alone. Aw, man.