Through the window in his trailer, Frank watches Sergei continue to scratch his ass by his truck. Horseface enters and anxiously complains that the container's still just sitting there: "I don't like it sitting out in the open that long! The Customs seal is broke! Somebody's gonna see it! Our asses are hanging out here!" If you go hang your asses out right next to the can, it's a good way of guaranteeing that no one's going to want to look over there. Frank leaves the window to get on the phone -- a landline, no less -- to bark at Nick that the container's still on the pier. Nick: "Shit." Heh. Frank reports that Sergei's still there, and that he has no idea what Sergei's waiting for: "The ship's almost empty. They need to shit or get off the pot." Nick says that he'll look into it. Frank slams down the phone. This guy needs better help. Or possibly a course in Macroeconomics.

Cut to Sergei, hanging up his cell phone and hopping up into his cab. As Frank stalks out toward him in the rain, Sergei pulls right past him -- without the container. Frank tries to flag Sergei down, to no avail, and finally tells Horseface, "Get it on a fifth wheel and lose it in the stack. We're at risk." Who'll ever know? All those containers look alike.

In a dark office somewhere, McNulty computes. We can't quite make out what he's researching, though the first things we see are a jagged line graph, and then a map. After a shot of his intense face, we zoom in on the map, showing the dividing line between Baltimore City and Baltimore County. The bridge in question is visible as a diagonal between the two, and see that, counter to Jay's claim, there is a chunk of the bridge that is entirely in the city. Damn gerrymandering.