In the bullpen, Jay and Cole stare morosely; Bunk knocks on the glass partition outside Lester's cube so that he knows to pop up and find out his fate, too. And here it is: thirteen new red names on the whiteboard -- J. Does 1 through 13 -- under Jay's column. The detectives look duly grim. Damn foreigners ruin everything.

Ziggy's crappy Trans Am pulls up at the curb in front of an even crappier convenience store. Ziggy hops out of the car and jovially greets a parka-clad guy on the corner: "Hey, Mikey!" "No," says White Mike. Heh. Ziggy is hurt: "'No' what?" White Mike: "No fucking way, you little rat-faced piece of shit. You fucked up the last two packages I gave you." Ziggy starts spinning, saying that wasn't him. White Mike patiently tells Ziggy that if he has money, he can "buy a little weight." Conversely: "You got no money, go fuck yourself." He starts to move off, like he's pretty sure of which category Ziggy falls in, but Ziggy whines after him: "I thought we was friends." "Did you fuck up the last two packages?" asks White Mike. Ziggy shrugs: "Sorta?" White Mike: "Are you beat to shit?" "No," says Ziggy pissily. White Mike directs him to "take a walk," and heads into the store. Ziggy stalks off, cursing himself. I really have to give it up for James Ransone and what an amazing thing he accomplishes with this performance: watching him as Ziggy, you're just tense all the time, because you feel sure every second that something really horrendous is just about to happen to him.