In the computer room at the detail office, Herc and Carver listen delightedly to an extremely salacious session of phone sex between Poot and some girl who wants to "get on [her] knees and suck [him] like a great big lollipop" and for him to "fuck-butt" her. Prez enters and narcs that they're supposed to turn off the audio when the call is non-pertinent, and when Carver blows him off (not the way Poot's friend wants to blow him off, mind you), Prez sniffs that he's not going to transcribe it and stomps out. Don't be so quick to turn your nose up, Prez; something tells me Valchek's daughter might not mind you bringing home some new moves. The call continues as McNulty enters: "Phone sex?" He echoes Prez's admonition, but doesn't press it as Poot tells his special lady that she's "going to look like a glazed donut" after he's "fucked [her] in all three holes." She asks if Poot's going to come by, and he says he will the next day: "I need to go past Argyle Street tonight, check in with Wallace...He off the hook since we helped the Tower crew get that stickup boy." McNulty consults his mug shot of Wallace as Poot adds, "I'm telling you, Wallace is bugging. Don't hardly even come out of that room no more...I think he might be getting high." The call ends, and Carver happily spreads his hands: "Pertinent now, right?" "It is if you can explain why we're still on the line after ten minutes jerking off. You gotta justify that." McNulty heads out, and Herc muses, "Maybe 'three holes' was the code for three stash houses." Carver cracks up. Please, let us see Herc offering this testimony in a courtroom.

In the Pit, the call goes out that Omar is coming. The man himself stalks into the Pit, shotgun in hand, as the assembled rabble take off running. Once everyone's abandoned the immediate area, Omar heads up to a door (looks like 525), then turns back around calling, "Aaaaay-yo. Y'all need to open this door, man, 'fore I huff and puff. Come on, now -- by the hairs of your chinny-chin-chin." A voice comes from within, warning him that the occupants have a Mac-10. "I thinks not, Terrell," says Omar. "I thinks not. Y'all might need to think this through and stop wasting my time. Because Omar can come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And I will put a bullet in all y'all behind, what happen right now, you heard?" Still no one emerges, but after a moment, a garbage bag falls from an upstairs window. Omar turns around, collects the bag (full of yellow top vials), and goes on his way: "Fair enough." Why doesn't that ever happen to me when I go shopping?