Out under the bridge, look who it is -- Bosco and Yokas again! He's looking at a sports magazine strategizing his fantasy football picks. He asks Yokas for advice, and she cares not at all. In fact, she's eating and wondering what the hell they're doing outside. Bosco says, "Preventing crime." You mean that if they were out and about, Bosco would be committing all kinds of police brutality crimes, right? I think I'll agree here. Best to lay low for the day. Yokas complains that they should be driving around the neighborhood. They receive a call on the radio for someone shooting a fire extinguisher in traffic. Yokas asks if they're going to take the call. Bosco is not compelled to escape from his magazine. Sully is on the radio is looking for them, and they continue to ignore him. Sully is told by the dispatcher that the two are still on the rape case. In the background a car is parked just on the other side of a fence. Yokas asks, as she stuffs her face with snacks and a Pepsi, if they should check it out. "You think he's got a hooker in there?" she asks, which finally causes Bosco to take his nose of the sports rag. He asks if they're going to arrest the guy for parking. Just as Yokas is looking over again, a gunshot is fired, blowing out one of the car windows. They rush over, because that's what cops do when they hear gunfire (unless they're running away). When they get there, the car has started moving. Apparently, a suicide victim (can he really be called a "victim"? Should he be the perpetrator and victim?) has blown his head off, but left his foot on the pedal. The car starts roaming around in circles in the empty field as Yokas tries to stop it. Bosco, as duty calls, stands back and does nothing. Faith frantically tries to find a way to get into the car and stop it. Bosco isn't interested in crawling inside with brains flying everywhere. He's obviously seen Pulp Fiction. Finally, the car straightens out and falls into the water, horn honking. You know, this is about the time that Bosco should get a nice, fat smack to the head, perhaps with a piece of earthen sod. "Now that's going to be a lot of paperwork," Yokas says, not happily.
All right, the hotjobs.com commercial with the marauding sperm is hilarious. Just not in the context of this episode.