Elsewhere, Jay, Kima, and Lester all have folders open and are pretending to read them while stealing glares at Carcetti, who's sitting in the cube drinking coffee and trying to be inconspicuous. After a moment, he says that they should just do what they normally do. Lester and Jay kind of roll their eyes, and Kima drawls, "I wouldn't know what we normally do around here. I'm 'new and inexperienced.'" Carcetti -- pointing in a weirdly, um, effeminate way -- says, "Oh, you're...." He obviously never knew her name, or forgot it immediately, but it doesn't matter, as Kima murmurs, "Yeah. I am." Carcetti decides to let that blow by, and assures everyone that he's just trying to get a feel for "the department's response to the violence," and isn't there as the hall monitor. The cops all decide to take him at his word: Kima leans back for a nap, Lester busts out a dollhouse miniature, and Jay makes visible the skin mag he probably had in his folder the entire time. "So this is your day?" asks Carcetti judgmentally. Lester drawls that when they catch a case, it's different. And, seriously. In a busy job, you take your breaks when you can. There's no point manufacturing bullshit fakey tasks to fill the time just so that the boss man can see you working -- particularly if all the boss man wants to do is jerk off under his desk, anyway.

Someplace, Dozerman and Herc pull over a black SUV; Marlo's in the shotgun seat, with some underling driving. While Dozerman deals with him, Herc skips the pretense and tells Marlo that he needs to give him his camera back. Marlo asks whether Herc has a card, and when Herc hands him one, Marlo snorts, "City, huh?" He says that he'll see what he can do for Herc: "But you know cameras. They're like pigeons in a storm...Sometimes they come back; sometimes...." He shrugs, and adds that he'll "keep an ear out on it." He drives off, cool as the other side of the pillow. Once he's gone, Herc is like, "Did he just say 'pigeons'?" Dozerman impatiently says that Marlo's just fucking with him, and that he needs to tell Marimow the truth. Herc bitches that he already attributed his intel to Fuzzy Dunlop, which...I don't recall Carver telling him to do. This is what happens when Herc tries to go off-script. He adds that if he tells Marimow the truth, Marimow will take his GODDAMN STRIPES. A fate worse than...competence!