Frank is an angel and has nothing. But her cat is now a drug mule, so she really doesn't have any room to talk. You hush up, Frances. Your morality is firmly in the gray.

Bash ... also has nothing in the way of contraband. Though he has some minor palpitations over the general existence of his Adderall. Despite it being very clearly labeled and definitely medically prescribed. (He just gets nervous, okay? It happens.)

Roxie just very calmly hands over three throwing knives. They're dulled and charmed not to hit live targets - but she isn't going to measure them and she can always get new (shorter) ones the next time she goes home.