Corner. A call goes out warning of "po-po," and sure enough, a red sedan pulls over to the curb, and out climb Colicchio and Carver, the latter of whom heads straight for Bodie, joking about how far back he and Bodie go -- he was chasking Bodie through juvie! Bodie deliberately spits on the sidewalk, and Carver turns his attention to his entourage, telling Lex -- who's stagily sweeping -- that he missed a spot. He calls down the block to Little Kevin and Reesy, asking Bodie whether the latter is still messing up the count, and joking that they can send Reesy back to school for a remedial math class. Even Bodie can't help laughing at that crack. McNulty pulls up just then, asking what's up, and Carver shrugs, "Just words." McNulty greets Bodie warmly as "Mr. Entrapment," reminding Carver about the (as yet-unrecapped) time that Bodie beat a charge during the Hamsterdam era by claiming entrapment: "Smart kiddo. I loved it." Bodie smiles a little at the praise, even from a cop. McNulty tells Bodie that he'll be back in an hour and expects Bodie and his crew to be gone by then. Carver tells Bodie they should try it again: "I say, 'Have a good evening, Mr. Broadus'...?" "And a good evening to you, Sergeant Carver," says Bodie dutifully. Satisfied, Carver heads back for the car. "And a very good evening to you, Officer Colicchio," calls Bodie. "Fuck yourself with a 40, shitbreath," says Colicchio in response, because evidently he learned nothing. At the car, Colicchio asks what all of that was about, and Carver wisely explains, "You can't bust every head, Tony." "I can't?" asks Colicchio dubiously. Carver: "Bust every head, who are you gonna talk to when the shit happens?" Colicchio looks like when the shit happens, he'll be too busy shooting wildly in every direction to do any talking at all.

Carcetti Campaign HQ. The man himself enters, trailed by Norman, and makes for a back room, where Terri is waiting. She starts in immediately giving him shit for having been late all day, and Norman busts him for having gone off schedule because he wasted time with "Young Tony," a.k.a. Mayor Former. Terri bitches out Carcetti for trying to get advice from a one-term mayor, and Carcetti says that Mayor Former's single term wasn't his fault, what with the '67 riots. Terri counters that the riots could have been an opportunity for Mayor Former, and that Spiro Agnew made his reputation on the '68 riots. Whether Carcetti wants to get into that or not, Terri changes the subject to fundraising. Carcetti whines like a petulant child about how much he hates making fundraising calls, and Terri's like, "TV spots ain't free, you baby." Carcetti goes to the call room, sits at the desk, picks up the dead receiver and makes a pretend call: "Hey there, Jim! Tom Carcetti here, remember me? We met at your sister's house -- you know, the one that's married to that Republican cunt. [chuckle] I know you don't remember me. I know you don't have any use for fucking politicians, and frankly, I don't give a flying fuck about what you think or what your concerns are. But I do care about what your cute little blonde wife thinks about so many things. But, Jim, the reason I'm calling is because I want you to write me out a cheque for four thousand dollars, the maximum allowed by law. And because we don't trust you to actually mail that cheque, we're gonna send over a couple of furloughed DPW workers to beat the cheque out of you." Terri's like, "You're hilarious. Make thirty grand in the next three hours or I will bury my stiletto in your colon." Politics sounds like fun! She walks out, and as she closes the door behind her, Carcetti gets a look at the nudie poster stuck to the back of it, giving the brunette and her giant fake boobies a smooch.