And explode it does. "Sergeant!" calls Rawls sarcastically, coming out of his office at Homicide. "Your floater's come back." He hands a sheaf of paper to Jay, saying, "County boys are putting her on our side of the bridge." Jay is pissed. Rawls: "Some useless fuck in our Marine Unit faxed them a report on the early morning tides and wind currents. Shows the body went in the water west of the bridge and drifted out." Jay: "McNulty." Rawls chuckles mirthlessly: "Fucking Jimmy. Fucking with us for the fun of it. I gotta give the son of a bitch some credit for wit on this one." Heh. "Cocksucker," he adds, returning to his office. "Motherfucker," mutters Jay. There's your ten bucks, beeyotch!
Towers. Bodie stands out front, spitting. Puddin (De'Rodd Hearns) rolls up, and Bodie hands him a wad of bills, telling him that the count is right, and asking "what's on the shelf." Puddin reports that Mo Man is "holding about thirty-eight up top." Another guy shows up and reports the same figure from Mo Man that Puddin did; he's sure Mo Man is holding out on them and announces that he's going to go fuck Mo Man up. "First thing you think to do is fuck a nigger up," says Bodie, disappointed. "When your brick brain gonna realize there's more to this here than just thumpin' on niggers?" Hey, it's cold out. You have to think of things to do that'll get you indoors. Puddin repeats the thirty-eight figure, and Jimmy Rage says that means they're low. Bodie: "Look, nigga, if we low, it 'cause String want us that way. All right? When he wants us up, we be up. String is on top of the shit. He on top of everything." Aaaaaaaand Stringer's elaborate lesson has its intended result. Bodie orders the Jimmy Rage back to his spot, and spits again. Can't he send one of his minions for a hankie or something?
Homicide. Another office assistant (not Winona, sigh) stands on a chair in her stocking feet to write the Jane Doe floater on the board in red ink. "Fucking McNulty," spits Cole, watching. "The Prince of Tides," sighs Jay, snickering. The shit continues to roll downhill -- this time, into Cole's lap.
Port. Beadie drives through the stacks. At a certain point, she notices something on a container, and rolls backward; she comes to a stop beside a container sealed -- or rather, not -- with a broken yellow plastic tag. Beadie gets out of her car and approaches the can, pulling off the yellow tag as well as another, on another fastener above it. Beadie then pulls the container doors open, seeing several stacks of what appear to be computer-monitor boxes, with a space in the middle one box wide. Beadie pulls out her flashlight and hops inside, shining the light around. We can't see much, except the sides of the container and more stacks of boxes, until she finds that the container has a false back, with a door in it. Bravely, Beadie soldiers forward, unlatching the door, whereupon the first thing she sees, as the door falls open, is a bare arm. Beadie was not prepared for that.