McNulty rolls into the detail office in weekend wear, carrying a fan into the computer room. Prez is perched at a terminal when Kima calls in to report that Ronnie Mo is on a Tower phone. Prez turns on the audio, and we can hear someone urging Wee-Bey to hurry up and "get this shit," and Wee-Bey complaining that he isn't moving as quickly as he used to. The call ends; Prez turns excitedly, and McNulty exposits, "Wee-Bey picking up at the Towers?" "In a couple hours, give or take," Prez agrees. "Time enough for us to make a play," says McNulty. Oh, sure, pick on the guy with the bum leg.
In the Pit, Bodie gets up off his kitchen chair and stretches painfully as D'Angelo comes over. Bodie asks what's up with Wallace. "Nothing," says D'Angelo. "Nothing?" asks Bodie, dubious. The two of them, and Poot, look over toward Wallace, moping on the couch, as D'Angelo repeats that nothing's up with Wallace: "Leave him be." Wallace sees them giving him the hairy eyeball and books it out of there. D'Angelo gets a page and curses that he's sick of "not having a phone up in this joint." Which, good point. Your job is probably annoying sometimes, but I'm guessing the irritants don't extend as far as your supervisor making you walk six blocks just to make a call. D'Angelo says he'll be right back. "Have a nice hike," says Bodie, sitting his ass back down.
D'Angelo heads over to a phone by a school as Herc, in a car with Carver, shoots pictures. D'Angelo dials, and Carver picks up, putting on a medium-offensive pan-Asian accent to pose as a counterman at a restaurant, confirming an order D'Angelo supposedly placed. He keeps a confused D'Angelo on the line for a surprisingly long times as Herc takes several more shots. Once D'Angelo's hung up, Herc says that what Carver calls his "Korean counterman" sounded Chinese. "Like you can fucking tell the difference," spits Carver, as touchy about his accent as the star of your high-school musical.