Jimmy uses a makeshift bazooka to shoot potatoes off the roof of the firehouse. Everyone applauds at this supersized metaphor for phallic joy. Eager to prove he can shoot a load just as well as Jimmy can, Joe grabs the bazooka and pops a potato clean over the building. You know, that sentence doesn't get written nearly enough for my liking. The group clamors to the side of the roof and peeks over, snickering, to watch the spud slam into the windshield of a cop car and shatter it completely. A police chief looks peeved, and the gang snorts and beats a quick retreat back into the firehouse. These are America's heroes at work.
Bosco and Carlos continue the Most Pointless Search Ever, at least since Kim put chin to palm and mused, "Now where the heck IS my virginity, anyway?" Suddenly, Bosco shrieks that something (other than poison ivy) is eating his face. Carlos gullibly flips out until he realizes Bosco is fooling around. Suddenly, the flashlight dies and Bosco goes slightly nuts. "Afraid of the dark?" Carlos asks, amused. Bosco curses and Carlos calmly turns on a penlight he had in his pocket. Trying to regain a measure of suaveness, Bosco forges ahead as they try to find an escape and / or return to the dying Doc.
As the fire chief storms upstairs to the rec room, everyone stands around innocently and Joe throws a jacket over the hanging Alex's head. Ha! The fire chief reprimands them for the potato-through-the-windshield prank, and when idiotic Joe snickers, it's obvious whose fault it is. But Jimmy rides up on his white horse -- because hey, he'll ride anything -- and assumes all blame, apologizing very politely and agreeing to pay for the damages. A phone rings and the caller alerts everyone that Doc, Carlos, Faith, and Bosco are missing-in-action. Kim and Bobby get deployed and the chief orders someone to unhook Alex. Oooh, that sneaky chief! He knew all along, and yet he let her hang there during his rant.
Faith snags the dead man's coat so she can keep warm. Doc is still conscious, but barely. Sitting down with the dead man, Faith remarks that it's neat he still believed in romance -- hence the chocolates -- and unearths a birthday card that reads, "Happy Birthday Sal." She starts talking to him, mentioning that her daughter's growing up fast and if time keeps flying, pretty soon she'll be off on her own, independent. "It goes by so fast, doesn't it?" she laments softly. "I'd give anything to have one more day with her as a baby." She gets emotional, talking about how she cherishes every moment with her daughter and wishes she could relive all the milestones. "Not really a regret, though, is it?" she asks. "What do you think, Doc?" He's silent, possibly because he's mortally wounded and it doesn't help to hear a non-dying person sniveling about her life problems. As if to illustrate that point, Doc begins twitching violently.