Back in the sewer where Sully sullied himself (ha ha, I love that joke), Ty watches as the key-losing cop pulls himself out of the manhole. Ty is smiling, and Sully warns him not to say a word. It's almost a Laurel and Hardy routine, but without the dialogue, the timing, or the sense of humor. And of course, without Laurel and Hardy. Ty makes a noise indicating how smelly Sullied Sully is, and they replace the manhole. Ty jokes that they need to get Sully a big keychain with an air filter on it like they have at gas stations. When did Ty become the deliverer of punchlines on this show? Sully threatens Ty, because he knows if this story gets out it will have come from his partner. Then, just as he's wiping off with a little handkerchief, a big car drives along and splashes puddle water all over Sully. Wonk, wonk, wonk...next he'll be slipping on a hot banana. Sully curses. Loudly.

Inside the splashy car, the two burying crooks look back and see the police cruiser turning around to follow. "Slow down," the passenger says. The driver starts freaking. "Are they following?" he asks. "Yeah, they're following!" the buddy replies. You know, playwright Harold Pinter tried to write dialogue like this, but he could never quite master the form. Sully is mad. Ty asks what Sully will cite them for, assaulting an officer with a puddle? Oh, Ty, you're like Shecky Greene this week! Police car chases bad guys. Bad guys argue about pulling over. Ty puts on seat belt and calls for back-up. The bad guys' arguing escalates. A gun is drawn. And then, the inevitable: they slam into a car. Another car slams into a different car. Mass chaos. Glass flies. Bodies are flung out of car windshields. Ty and Sully stop in front of the carnage, guns drawn, to inspect the damage. The bad-guy driver looks bloody and dead. His passenger is lying comfortably on another car's windshield, also looking pretty dead. A bloody man yells out for help for his wife. Sully looks pretty dumb. Ty puts a hand on his sculpted head. We go to opening credits.