Sully is at home, sitting at the table. His door is open. Ty enters and asks about that. Sully tells him he's waiting for Tatiana to arrive home from work. Dude, haven't you ever heard of a Post-It Note? Why you gotta be all "Stalker, Texas Ranger" about it? Sully carries over a case of Budweiser and tells Sully the good news: The cop killed himself. "Just like that," Sully says, of the end of the case. He notes that he's supposed to be happy about the great misfortune of another. Schadenfreude. We get it. Ty calls him a rat, but Sully says he was just another guy and they force you do things you never thought you were capable of. Ty notices a scrapbook on the table Sully used to keep. He has the Rudy Stiles case story open up. "Sounds like a good arrest," Ty says.

The next bit is Sully telling the story of the original arrest. Music starts to play. The real world, search warrants, evidence. Sully gives a great oration on the challenge of making a case stick. Can you see where the train is headed? He says that, in some cases, you know the evidence is there, but an area isn't included in a search warrant. Ty starts to look a little frightened. In a roundabout, rambling way, Sully reveals that the t-shirt of the boy that was killed in the Rudy Stiles case was in a trash bin, not the car they were searching. Ty leans back in his chair. Ty says they found the shirt in the trash can and they moved it twenty feet so that it would be in an area that was included in the warrant. "Was that so bad?" Sully asks. He tells Ty that Rudy confessed that he stabbed the boy with a screwdriver, and he laughed about it. He knew they'd moved the evidence. "Everybody knew," Sully says, "the judge, the prosecutor, everybody." But the cops have to take the fall and everybody else stays clean. Ty looks like he's about to lose his lunch and his beer. "I had a duty to do. Duty to him. Duty to his mother," Sully says. "Yeah," Ty says, breathing deep. "So you did it." "And I'd do it again," Sully tells him. Thus ends Sully's débacle. Yeah, the system stinks. It all stinks. Where's Michael Moore when you need him?