Prison. Tilghman is stalking through the parking lot when he's interrupted by the warden, Reynolds, and a clutch of other lawmen, telling him that they're going to have to search his car. Tilghman gets all offended, but Reynolds tells him to open it before Tilghman has to jimmy the lock, possibly damaging the car. Tilghman declares that they have no reason to treat him this way -- nor do they have a warrant. The warden says that the mere act of driving into a D.O.C. facility means that the driver acknowledges the possibility of a search. Tilghman, scowling, finally hands over the keys. Can't a brother soothe a sore throat?
Port of Baltimore. Ziggy -- now with his vest over his horrible coat -- is in Maui's cube, messing around on his computer. Johnny Fifty pops up over the side of the cube to remind Ziggy, "He's gonna be back from lunch any minute, Zig." Ziggy ignores him, and Johnny Fifty throws a crumpled-up piece of paper at him: "You hear me? He sees you on that thing, he's gonna break you down and sell you for parts." Ziggy continues in his nefarious doings, giggling at himself. Man, Maui is going to be really pissed off when he comes back to his desk and finds out Ziggy's signed him up for that Ryan Seacrest email blast.
Prison. Some of the contents of Tilghman's car have been dumped on the hood, while other officers prowl through the interior. The guy in the back seat finally finds the Halls, opens up the tube, and calls out, "Here it be." Tilghman stomps over to the cops: "You all planted that shit! You fucking know you did!" Reynolds doesn't bother to make the effort of denying such a preposterous allegation, and disgustedly steps forward to cuff Tilghman.
Port of Baltimore. Bunk parks, and as he, Beadie, and Lester climb out, Bunk asks, "What's with the whistle squad?" Indeed, there's peeping going on all around them. "It's for us," says Beadie, explaining that the guys could tell they were cops as soon as they pulled in. She points out Horseface, standing nearby. Bunk asks how he got that name. Beadie: "You need a close-up?" Hee. Though I would have named him Bullfrogface. "Thomas Pakusa," Lester calls out. Horseface comes over agreeably enough. Lester asks him whether he worked the Atlantic Light when it was docked. "If you say so," says Horseface unhelpfully. "You remember that container that came off that day?" asks Bunk. "With all the dead girls?" Horseface says he doesn't. "You don't remember all them dead girls in a can?" asks Beadie incredulously. "Come on, Horse." He says that he remembers Beadie finding the girls in the stacks, but not the can coming off the ship. Bunk wearily tells Horseface to come downtown with them, but Horseface says, "No." The cops all turn back. "Get the fuck in the car," orders Bunk. "Am I locked up?" asks Horseface. "Get in the damn car," Bunk repeats. Horseface says that if they want him in the car, they need to arrest him -- and if they're going to do that, he needs to talk to his shop steward, who will send a union lawyer with him. We cut away before we can see the stare-down outcome.