Oh, Malcolm. Remember back when this Ringer prof was just a misguided narc addict who looked great in a suit? Now he’s trapped in the basement of a sleazy strip club being injected with heroine.
Last time we checked in on Malc, he stepped on his cell phone in rage, had the nerve to punch Bodaway and mess up his hair, and then spent some quality time in a plastic bag.
He might be dead, he...
