Herc and Carver have deployed their tennis-ball bug; Carver snaps photos while Herc listens to the usual posturing and profanity. We see that they're surveilling Frog and some other gentleman. We learn that a "Mad Dog" will be coming the next day with the re-up, and then Herc grins at Carver that technology is "the fucking bomb." Carver doesn't bother answering either way.

Back in the seminar, I'm still bored. Frank is still resistant to change. The presenter mutes the film as he tells his audience that some of what they're seeing has already been upgraded: "Rotterdam now works 350 million tons of cargo annually, leaving Singapore a distant second." And Baltimore is...where, on that list? Is that like checking the ratings to see where Life Is Wild is ranked? Frank pointedly asks how many hours the stevedores work in Rotterdam, and the presenter dodges that he doesn't have the figures handy. Translation: there's one guy, and he works a half-day. From home. While high. The presenter does say that four thousand people work at the port. "Four thousand people to move 350 million tons a year?" needles Nat. The presenter nods proudly. Some other dude sitting at the table pipes up to condescend, "That's efficiency, Nat." The presenter says that eliminating some of the dangerous jobs at the port means that work-related accidents are down 60%. He tries to say that they can all be happy with that, but Frank doesn't look remotely happy about a few Dutch goons who avoided tragic maimings. Another guy at the table asks the presenter a question as Frank turns to Nat and grumps, "You can't get hurt if you ain't working, right?" Depends what you do in your off-hours. Ziggy doesn't work that much and he gets hurt plenty.

Stringer shows up at Brianna's apartment, where people have evidently gathered to mourn D'Angelo/eat some snacks. There is a tray of cellophane-covered fried chicken, and you know that everyone who's still there is just hanging around waiting for that to get unveiled. Stringer hands a tray to Jackie, who sighs that they already have enough food to last them a few weeks. Stringer asks after Brianna, and Jackie points down a hallway. As he goes toward Brianna, Stringer passes the kitchen, where Donette prepares yet more food -- man, that ham looks awesome. Stringer stops and asks how Donette's holding up, and she swallows hard and shrugs. Stringer gives her shoulder a noncommittal squeeze and moves along, his game face already firmly in place.