Prez's classroom. After his dicey triumph, of the last episode, he's now apparently been forced to teach some kind of standardized test -- and the kids are reacting accordingly by talking amongst themselves and ignoring him. He finally interrupts Calvin in the middle of a story he's telling Randy to ask him the answer to the story problem he has written out on the board, with the multiple-choice answers below. Calvin tells him the answer is "B, five." Prez suspiciously asks how Calvin figured it out so quickly, and Calvin tells him he looked for "the dinks." He agreeably offers to explain what he's talking about, and Calvin comes up to the board, asking whether Prez presented the same problem to his other eighth-graders earlier in the day. Prez says he did, so Calvin shows him how the little chalk marks Prez made are all clustered around one answer -- B. Calvin triumphantly returns to his desk, while Prez looks dyspeptic and wishes he had time to come up with a trick for this one.
"We got our thing, but it's just part of the big thing." -- Zenobia. That's what she said?
Homicide. Jay is giving a morning briefing. After a reminder about paperwork, he glances over his shoulder at Carcetti and tells everyone that the councillor-cum-mayoral candidate will be there for the day on a fact-finding mission: "So if you go leaving your facts around and he finds them, that shit's on you." There's a polite smattering of chuckles, and then Jay chokes up a little as he says that, as most of them already know, Col. Foerster passed away the night before. He hoarsely says that better eulogies are coming, but that Foerster served the department for thirty-nine years and achieved the rank of Colonel "without leaving a trail of bitterness or betrayal. In this department, that's not a career -- it's a miracle." Jay adds some particulars about events to mark his passing, where officers can send donations if they're so inclined, and the meeting breaks up with the usual homoerotic banter; if the mayor-elect is offended, he covers it well. I could swear his eye is roving the room in search of Daniels, because you never know!
After the meeting, Kima and Crutchfield are coming out of the coffee room as Carcetti goes in to help himself to a cup. Kima stops Crutchfield, and they both totally watch as Carcetti finishes the pot, kind of glances around, and then sets the pot back on the machine think he's gotten away with the perfect crime. "No, no, no, fuck that," says Kima. HA! She explains the rule -- if you finish a pot, you make the next one -- and Carcetti smiles a little awkwardly and goes back to redeem himself. Crutchfield and Kima look impressed. Maybe they'll actually vote for him in the general election now.
Detail office. Herc and Dozerman are looking over a catalogue or something when Marimow comes in, loaded for bear (which is fortunate, since that's how the gay dudes I know would describe Herc) because a Jamaican woman Herc had stopped at the train station has filed a harassment complaint over it. Herc says that, as Marimow saw in Herc's report, they had what they thought was reliable information that she was working as a drug courier for Marlo; that they even saw Marlo with her. Marimow asks what the info was, and Herc looks at Dozerman before claiming that his CI has been reliable. He goes on embellishing -- "great track record...long history" -- as Dozerman casually turns around, the better to dissociate himself from whatever mendacity is about to unspool. "CI 238," barks Marimow. "Give me his name." Marimow starts stomping away, and Herc follows, stammering that he isn't comfortable throwing CIs' names around in squad rooms. Marimow's like, "Don't care," and Herc gives it up: "Fuzzy Dunlop, sir." Marimow is smart enough (just) to be suspicious of this moniker, and says he might have to set up a meeting with the guy. Herc says that he's "kind of leery of meets," but promises that Dunlop has been reliable. "You jumped out on bad information," says Marimow. Oh, like...you did with the raids a few weeks back, Douchington? Thought so. But Herc doesn't mention this as Marimow goes on: "You brought in another agency, and you brought discredit to this unit. My unit." Herc says that he did it in good faith, but Marimow doesn't care: "Anything comes of this, I have your report, and I will bury you with it." He goes into his office, but comes back -- dramatically -- to add, "In case you haven't been paying attention to the election results" (safe bet, unless they're being broadcast on ESPN and strange ladies' boobs), "your rabbi has left the building." Herc looks like he's ready to convert.