Later that evening, a speeding SUV pulls to a screeching halt in front of Michael's apartment, and Snoop bolts out. So does O-Dog, though with decidedly less dexterity. Snoop knocks and Michael opens the door: "Shit's on TV, yo," he says. I take it Snoop and O-Dog aren't here to see who gets voted off Idol this week. Nope, they're watching Carcetti holding court on television about the $16 million drug bust involving their employer, and the drug-trafficking charges that are certain to follow. Marlo's still-at-large lieutenants are mostly struck speechless -- mostly, except O-Dog, who wonders aloud "Do this mean I still gotta take that charge for y'all?" You know, it isn't always about you, O-Dog.

Let's join the Carcetti press conference already in action. The investigation's continuing, Carcetti says, but there's already one murder arrest for an organization that's been linked to all the bodies found in those vacants. "We did not give up on that investigation," Carcetti lies, "just as we do not give up trying every day to address ourselves to the task of making this city safe and vibrant again." And Carcetti has a message for anyone else in the drug trade: "A day like this coming for you." From his spot in the peanut gallery, the Sun's Bill Zorzi seems as annoyed by this mayoral posturing as I am: "Oh, you are so butch," he lisps. Then Carcetti goes into the standard Partnership for a Drug-Free America patter: drugs destroy individuals, families -- "Don't about the communities," mutters Zorzi, who's obviously seen this movie before -- communities. "Today, the mayor of Baltimore, our state's attorney, our police department, and our communities are saying, 'We have had enough,'" Carcetti concludes. This is something like the third Carcetti press conference we've seen this year, where the Mayor issues a series of grand platitudes before abruptly ending is prepared remarks and beating a hasty exit off the stage. Really, we're about one press conference away from seeing him end one of these things by collapsing one knee while Norman runs up and drapes a robe over him, James Brown-style. Give it up for Tommy Carcetti, everybody -- the Godfather of Bullshit.