Courthouse. Frank gets off an elevator with two lawyers, who exposit that they're on their way to a detention hearing: "You're not a flight risk, you have no meaningful priors, and so far, they've only hit you with one count." As Frank anxiously smooths down what little hair he has, the lawyer explains that the magistrate will ask some questions, and that "barring anything unforeseen," Frank will be out in an hour. I have to think this won't be so reassuring to Frank, since all we've seen him experience this season is the unforeseen, starting with...the container he helped smuggle without knowing it was full of people. But anyway, he promises his lawyer that he didn't tell the agents anything.
Back with White Mike, McNulty's asking what Eton's in charge of. White Mike tells him it's "the dope." Kima assumes that he's Greek, but White Mike corrects her: "He's a Jew. You know, from that Jew country they got." Oh man, I know this one! Japan? McNulty smirks, but decides not to lord his superior geography skills over White Mike, asking what Sergei's deal is. "Sergei's straight muscle," says White Mike, before leaning back and announcing that he's hungry. Instead of breaking their balls with some complicated request, White Mike asks for two hot dogs and a strawberry soda. Kima and McNulty look at each other expectantly, McNulty finally pulling the dude argument: "I'd fuck the order up." I tried that to get out of getting Glark's tall non-fat no water extra hot chai, but it didn't work (and I still feel like an asshole every time). Kima decides not to fight about it, and asks White Mike, "It's gotta be strawberry?" White Mike gives a chin nod: "Hook a brother up." No problem; Kima'll just go shopping at the corner store known as The Past.
Butchie's. Heywood strides in, followed by Omar and a couple of new henchmen. A big beefy dude rolls up to Omar, but before he can even try to frisk him, Omar tells him it's not going to happen. Beefcake looks back to Stringer, who makes a special security exception in this case. Beefcake backs off, and Omar takes a seat opposite Stringer, making small talk: "Been what -- a year? Boy, you don't know -- I been dreaming of running into you again." "You got a focus," says Stringer calmly.