In the station, Doc and Carlos are being utterly insignificant, reduced to commenting on Carlos's production of the house coffee. Doc is getting on remarkably well considering that he was shot and almost died last week. Doc is secretly Wolverine from the X-Men, with miraculous healing powers. Contrary to the coffee, and the miracle of Doc's recovery, this scene just makes me sleepy. But, wait! There's a lady present! Doc points out a woman who's waiting to speak to Bobby. "Tell Jimmy he's gotta get his own place," Bobby says, passing Kim, offering a drive-by mothering on his way to go get his Mack on. (Gillette, incidentally, is introducing a "Mack 3," which allows you to hit on three women at the same time without dulling your blade.) Gina appears and she is, indeed, beautiful, if a little heavy on the eye makeup. She smiles a lot, and Bobby looks smitten. Kim walks up and butts her big obnoxious head into the conversation, offering some instant coffee. Kim is actually the "instant coffee" version of a real woman. Bobby introduces the women to each other, and Kim almost turns to ash from being so severely outclassed. Kim says she's heard a lot about Gina. "Oh yeah?" Gina purrs. Bobby gets uncomfortable and shoos Kim away. I would have used a boot-to-the-ass maneuver. "Sorry; she thinks she's my mother," Bobby explains. "You two?" Gina asks. Bobby says no. "Never?" Gina purrs. She purrs a lot. What can I say? My cat is engaged in sapphic love with the TV now. Gina explains why she's there. "It's Paulie," she says. "I think he's really in trouble." Bobby sighs. Sadly, it's not about Gina's unrequited love for him.
In the ambulance, Kim's putting Bobby through the Spanish Inquisition, only without a funny Monty Python skit to justify its existence. Bobby says that Gina came to him because he and Paulie were "tight." It's been a few years since he's seen Paulie, who always liked to party. When they arrive -- presumably where Paulie is having a date with trouble -- Kim has the audacity to mutter, "Nice neighborhood," and then ask if she can stay in the ambulance while Bobby goes to help his friend. Kim, you suck on a level that black holes have not even begun to hope to achieve. Bobby doesn't seem to mind, and even advises her to lock the doors.
Bobby meets Gina on the street and they go up together after some protest on his part. What, are they going to a firing range, or something? What's the big deal? I thought he was a paramedic who dealt with dangerous stuff every day. Kim too, for that matter. Inside the house, we get our first Requiem for a Dream pretensions, with a creepy zoom down a dark, badly lit hallway. The Aronofsky theft continues with a distorted shot through a peephole. Gina and Bobby knock on a door. Nobody answers. Gina has the key and opens it. They enter as even more thumping, foreboding music like that from Requiem for a Dream plays. Look, if you're going to steal so blatantly, as least don't title the episode "Requiem for a Bantamweight." It's just tacky, folks. Bobby and Gina head further in, Bobby holding up a flashlight. We see a single candle illuminating the dank room, with a man we'll assume is Paulie lying splayed out on the floor. Gina goes nuts while Bobby calls Kim on the radio for help. On the table, next to the candle, Bobby spots a hypodermic syringe.