Stringer's sitting in his car when a guy in a blue tracksuit gets in. Stringer hands him an envelope of cash, asking how the trade in D.C. is. "Same as it ever was," sighs Tracksuit. He flicks through the wad of cash as Stringer makes small talk about Washington, and once he's determined that the wad is what it should be, he goes for the door handle. "If you need anything to make this happen," says Stringer, "you gotta get it yourself. I can't go through my people." Tracksuit looks up slowly: "If Stringer Bell reaching all the way past Baltimore with this kind of work, then we got a real mystery going on, don't we?" Stringer squints and looks away. Tracksuit assures him, "No mistakes. Nothing that might come back on you." Stringer asks if he's sure of his people. Tracksuit: "My cousin up in there -- he on it." Stringer's satisfied, and Tracksuit makes tracks.
Kima meets with Shardene in just the kind of thoughtfully appointed, elegant yet comfortable home we would all imagine Lester living in. Kima has her hair down and casual as she and Shardene chill on a leather couch, Kima asking how Shardene's doing. Shardene -- who's cut her hair into a sassy bob and is wearing a conservative ribbed sweater -- beams that she's in nursing school. Kima enthuses, "That's good!" Shardene, still grinning, says that Lester's been pushing her: "He does it kind of without you knowing that he's doing it." Kima smiles that she knows what Shardene means. Shardene says that Lester told her Kima would be by to talk about the clubs. Kima pulls out her notepad and clarifies that she wants to talk about Slavic women. Shardene suggests that Kima try a place called Nightshift. A friend of Shardene's worked there with "a bunch of Russian girls" the previous year for a few months. This woman will talk to Kima if Shardene asks her to. And if Kima brings LOTS of small bills.
Courtroom. Nathan has just finished questioning Bunk. The judge dismisses Bunk and says that he'll start the next day with jury instructions. The session breaks up, and McNulty finds Nathan at the prosecutor's table to ask how Omar did. "You didn't see it?" asks Nathan. McNulty says he missed the cross: "That bad?" Nathan glances over at Levy, sullenly gathering up his papers. Oh, baby's going to need a biiiiiiig bottle tonight!
Bad neighbourhood. Nick sits in the back of a car, watching Cheese conduct drug business. At a certain point, guns are drawn, but Cheese seems to defuse the situation, and the combatants break up. After a moment, Sergei returns to the car with a machine gun and tells Nick, "You have no problem." He reports that, at first, Cheese was firm -- and not runny -- on $5400. Sergei "talked," and Cheese knocked it down to the original $2700. Nick ruefully says he saw how Sergei "talked." Sergei says that Nick won't pay the $2700 -- instead, he'll get the Blue Book value for Princess, may she rest in peace. Sergei says that they don't know Cheese, but they are very familiar with his boss. Headcheese?