Cop shop after dark. Several members of the I.B.S. have apparently just been sprung from the pokey. One of the guys complains that got hassled like that when they were just trying to get to work, and Frank explains, "It's a beef I got with a police boss -- Charlie Valchek's little pissant brother." Another guy bitches at him that he's got to take care of it, then, and Frank says he will. The knot of guys breaks up, leaving Frank alone with Nick to crab, "That runt wants a war, he's got one!" Nick smiles ruefully, imagining Frank commandeering a crane and dropping a container on Valchek's house.
Homicide. Bunk and Lester enter -- chuckling, so you know some shit's about to roll downhill and land on their heads. And sure enough, Jay calls them both over and declares that they're on the Jane Does. Bunk tells him that they're not up: "We caught that double in Pimlico last week." Jay has the grace to take a beat before informing them that Cole's going to take the double: "You two got pussy in a can." You can find that in your local supermarket, by the way -- it's next to Manwich. "Jay, that ain't right," says Lester. Jay has a different idea of what ain't right: "Our squad has a negative clearance rate for the year." He looks back at Cole, who's studying his hands in Jay's office, and drops his voice: "Now, I'm not saying Ray Cole isn't a good detective. But I need those fourteen cases to go black, so I got my best people on it." Bunk and Lester look down, in a mix of modesty and irritation. Jay calls Cole over, and Cole smugly gives Bunk and Lester Beadie's contact information. Cole is like the cop equivalent of your annoying brother who does such a shit job of washing dishes that your mom never asks him to do it again. Bunk checks the Post-It Cole stuck to his chest and reads, "'Beatrice Russell.' She pretty at least?" Cole shrugs. Pretty for the port, certainly.