Speaking of personnel Rawls may be less than pleased to put on the detail: McNulty! He's down in Evidence Control, checking his slip as he tries to locate his evidence. Apparently not successful, he sadly sets his one black-and-white photo up on a shelf.
Prison. From his cell, D'Angelo watches some dudes in the open area, discussing the recent overdoses. One guy comments that it doesn't make sense -- if the tainted supply was targeted toward the inmates who got sick or died, "they were after some real lightweight motherfucks." D'Angelo is sighing contemplatively when a guy comes to the door, offering him some issues of Silver Surfer: "They tossing shit Tae [a.k.a. Eff] had in his cell, man." D'Angelo gravely shakes his head, but the guy gently sets a comic book down on his bed anyway before taking off. Back to the conversation out at the table: one of the guys comments, "Whoever load that shit up didn't know what he was doing. My boy down the infirmary say the shit was more rat poison than it was dope." So...not an accident, maybe? These guys are no Hardy Boys.
Evidence. McNulty opens a bag and starts pulling out sad, cheap clothing -- most notably a jean jacket, embellished with a sequined flower. He holds it up to his reference photo; fortunately for him, his victim was wearing it when her picture was taken. McNulty roots around in a piece of flowered luggage, rifles through papers...has the time of his life. Which suggests that maybe McNulty could use a girlfriend.
Clement St. Café. Sitting at the bar, Ziggy takes a picture of Dolores with one of his purloined cameras. Nick enters and kind of looms over Ziggy, passing him a wad of cash under the bar. Ziggy, of course, immediately holds it up and starts screeching, "Woohoo!," because in case we weren't entirely sure, it's important for us to know he's not the smoothest criminal. Nick hisses at Ziggy to put it away, and orders a shot and a beer from Dolores. Ziggy takes another photo of Nick, who observes, "Kept one for yourself, did you?" Ziggy appreciatively comments that "the Japs make a nice little camera." Nick asks whether Ziggy even has film in it, and Ziggy tells him it's digital. Nick defensively says he knows it's digital: "So what?" Ziggy -- rather nicely, given Nick's ignorance -- explains that there's a computer chip in it, and that the photos get from it to the computer. Which I guess will be very useful to Nick the next time he jumps on the free terminals at the library. Once Dolores has moved on, Nick quietly tells Ziggy, "Don't spread no cash around for a while, all right?" Ziggy agrees, saying that he might just "get a new clutch plate put in Princess." "Also, your father knows," says Nick quickly. Ziggy, distressed, asks how he knows, and Nick reminds him, "Horse saw us, right?" "Fuck me, he told?" marvels Ziggy. Nick reminds Ziggy that Horseface and Frank have been "tight" forever, so of course he told. Ziggy looks like he's just been kicked in the nuts as Nick adds that Frank is pissed. Ziggy asks what Nick said, and Nick reports that he said they'd already sold the cameras: "After a while, he stopped yelling." "Yeah, at you, maybe!" spits Ziggy. He shifts anxiously on his stool, and under his cloud, as Nick reminds him, "It's low-profile for a while, all right?" Ziggy agrees, idly fidgeting with his camera, which reminds Nick that he still doesn't really understand what they just sold: "You take a picture on that, you don't have to take it to no photo mart to get it turned around or nothing?" Ziggy, losing patience, says that it goes on a computer. Nick's sort of like, "Huh," and then gets up to go to the bathroom. Once he's gone, Ziggy gets a devilish look, and you know what that means: he gets up off his stool, turns his back to the bar, pulls his pants down under his ass, and starts snapping photos of his cock. Next stop: Flickr.