The ME gets back to the exam. "The cause of death is definitely drowning, but this wrist is messing me up," he says. "This happened postmortem." Frank's face tries not to make any sudden expression as he casts about for some kind of bullshit explanation. "There's a lot of... uh... freighter traffic on the river. The currents kick up..." He asks if a tanker passing by could have jostled him enough to snap the wrist after he died. "I'd say so," the ME says. That still wouldn't explain why there was no bruising as a result of McCann struggling out of reflex as he drowned, but whatever. "What about the water in his lungs?" Boyd asks. He suggests testing it against the water in the river. Frank and Joe make shifty eyes at each other and probably crap their respective pants.
At the trap house, Dani is still waiting with the body when Herandez comes back for help. She's exasperated because Joe is supposed to be there and now she has no choice to leave the body behind. The help that Hernandez needs is with the owner of the neighborhood convenience store. She starts off speaking English to him, but he won't even look at her. "One way or another, we're going to talk," she says in Arabic. "What kind of man has to call a woman to speak for him?" the owner asks, also in Arabic. He still won't look at Dani, so she gets all up in his face and points out that she's the one who's protecting him from thieves and Muslim-hating jerks alike. She leaves him to wallow in that for a while.
House Hunters International. We get around to seeing the inside of the place Michael has scored. It's everything that the outside promised and less. They start talking about serving "chicken dinners" in there, but it soon becomes clear they're not talking about hot wings. "How many rooms for girls?" Maya asks. "Seven, but they're big," Michael says. "A little drywall, we can make 12." Damon gets his math on: "25 for head, 75 for a lay... Three nights a week, plus double the take on coke and dope? We're talking 20 Gs a week, minimum." Somehow, I don't think he's figuring on the cost of "free range" chickens in this scenario.
All this talk of money and sex slavery has put Damon in the mood for sweet, sweet loving, but Maya is still thinking of safety issues. They're vulnerable, she says. "I have no issue with what you had to do," she says, "but you can't go firing a gun at every problem." She's only expressing her doubts now that Michael has found some excuse to leave the two of them alone. "I fired one," Damon says. "It's a black man's town," she reminds him. He gives her some reassuring kisses, but she still looks pretty worried.