And so we meet Assistant District Attorney Lee Crocker, who has cleaned up quite nicely since his days on Oz. Hunt introduces the two of them, and Crocker welcomes him warmly. "Like two peas in a pansy pod," Carling sniffs. "Detective," Crocker says, regarding Carling with visible disdain, "if ignorance were a drug, you'd be high all the time." "Now that was an analogy," Sam smirks. Carling will ace those SAT Verbals just yet, you wait and see.
In Hunt's office, Crocker is telling the lieutenant that he's failed to make the case against Trent on the check-cashing capers. Sam agrees, quite possibly a bit too audibly for Hunt's taste. The lieutenant asks Crocker to give the two of them a moment. After Crocker departs, Hunt unlocks a safe in his office -- inside he's got enough drug paraphernalia to stock the concession stand for the next six months of the Dead tour. "Aladdin's cave," Hunt calls it. His idea is to plant some drugs on Kim Trent -- presumably, inside the Speedo, since it's not like it has a surplus of pockets -- and keep him under lock and key that way. Sam is flabbergasted and appalled, which is rapidly becoming his default state on this show. Sam's got a better idea -- a constitutionally permissible idea: Give Trent a bench appearance ticket and then let him go, only with a tail following his every move to get some real evidence on the guy. Hunt agrees, his reluctance for Sam's plan tempered only by the possibility of having another chance to bang Trent's skull around. Plus, there's the added bonus of getting to blame Sam if anything goes wrong.
Later, Sam is giving Skelton his marching orders on the stakeout. Skelton's only reservations about the plan seem to be what Carling will think of it. Not very highly seems to be the verdict. And so we are granted some insight into Carling's very obvious animus toward Sam -- he was in line for a promotion until Sam came along. Also, he hates it when people point out his failure to master literary devices like analogies and metaphors. Drives him right up a tree. Anyway, Sam hands Trent his walking papers and Trent snippily says his goodbyes. "All hail the Nixon administration," he sneers. "Don't get too attached," Sam mutters. Indeed. Now go put on some pants, mister.