Morgue. Frazier, Beadie, and McNulty meet with some bald guy in Frazier's office. They're discussing jurisdiction; McNulty says, "Case needs real murder police." Frazier, though, is suspicious, and says that McNulty doesn't give a shit, and just wants to fuck Rawls. McNulty cheerfully admits it, and asks what Frazier can give him. Uh -- double-headed dildo? Beadie, disgusted, asks if this is all about fucking over the boss for McNulty, and he points out that if Baltimore Homicide doesn't eat the cases, then Beadie will. Frazier, walking over to Kojak, asks how big the false compartment was; McNulty checks his notes and reports that it was 13 by 7 by 7. Frazier sits next to Kojak as the latter does some calculations on a handy pad of paper, Frazier working it through: "We got thirteen adult females, breathing at a normal to elevated rate. That's 0.25 litres of oxygen per minute, per victim." Kojak nods, which is when Beadie asks about him and we learn that he's from the State Bureau of Mines. ...Huh. I guess it takes a village to rule on fourteen deaths.