Port Of Baltimore. Stevedores are stevedoring. A guy rolls by and sees Frank in a container, unloading boxes, and cracks to another one, "That's a first." "Sweat from a checker," agrees the second dude. If his aim was to impress people with his work ethic, it doesn't look like it's working.

Spiros pulls into a parking garage. Bunk's car rolls past the entrance, and he pulls around to a curb across the way. Soon, Kima rolls into the frame, and heads in after Spiros. Bunk looks over at McNulty, who's taking forever to get his camera ready, and cracks that he might as well set up an easel on the sidewalk and do a sketch instead. A camera...with film? In 2003? Still? Okay.

Spiros pulls into the lot and parks. Kima pulls in and goes in the opposite direction, parking so that they can still see Spiros in the rearview mirror. Jittery but trying to maintain her calm, Beadie asks, "Anything I ought to know?" "Use the city," Kima advises. "Windows, mirrors, reflections -- anything like that." Beadie takes a deep breath and puts her sunglasses on, throwing her jacket over her arm to hide the radio in her hands. As she opens the car door, Kima remembers to tell her to stay on Kima's frequency. Beadie nods and climbs out, looking pale. Kima radios that Spiros should be leaving the garage on foot. Outside, Bunk copies. McNulty readies the camera as they watch Spiros coming out of the garage, and Beadie following about fifty feet back. Bunk pulls off, to follow along the road. We see Spiros on a walkway, Beadie behind him -- having closed the distance between them by twenty feet or so -- and weaving in and out of pillars to keep an eye on him without his noticing her. Spiros rounds a corner and stops to light a cigarette. Beadie freezes, not wanting to give herself away, but then remembers Kima's advice and looks up to see him in one of those round mirrors mounted in a corner. After a moment, Spiros takes off walking again; after a moment, Beadie follows. Where's her front? I guess that's...