Carlos and Doc pull up near the ever-present bridge, where some do-gooder twentysomethings say they're worried about an old man named Hector who collects cans and bottles. They haven't seen him, so they came to see if he was okay. What is he, like "Da Mayor," from Do the Right Thing? They find the old man lying down, but apparently still alive. The do-gooder woman (this show is divided into two kinds of bit parts this week: the bad guys and the do-gooders) says she usually brings food for Walter to eat. "Who's Walter?" Doc asks. In answer, Walter, a cockatoo, flies down, skims by Doc, and totally attacks Carlos right in the face. Carlos says, "Whoah!" and we see that his forehead is bleeding. You know, it's kind of hard to miss Carlos's head, even in such a big room. "Oh man, I'm bleeding! And I'm stating the obvious!" Carlos says. No one seems to care. Do-Gooder Woman is trying to feed Walter. Doc shines a flashlight up on the bird. Carlos bitches, after Doc laughs at him, that it's not funny and he'll need stitches. "Is he going to be all right?" Do-Gooder Boy asks. "Yeah, I'll be fine," Carlos said, except they weren't talking about him. Does the comedy ever stop?

Sully and Ty are still pounding the grass, looking for a buried body. Ty asks if Sully thinks they'll find anything. Sully is noncommittal on that one. Ty asks why they're looking here. Well, because this is the direction the bad guys were driving from. Of course, as Ty points out, they could have been coming from a whole hemisphere of "that direction." Ty complains that this is a pointless search. Sully concurs.