In the anteroom on the other side of the door, bored-looking strippers smoke in front of a mirror, apparently shutting out the muffled sounds of confrontation inside. The camera pans from the mirror to a chair closer to the door, on which Shardene sits, dorky glasses in place, though I don't know what she needs them for, since she's holding the paper so close to her face she's about to get ink on her nose. Presently, the door is torn open and Orlando comes flying through it, hitting the floor beside Shardene, crying. In front of the girls, Avon gets in one more kick and yells, "Do your fucking job!" Avon and Stringer stomp back into the office. In her chair, Shardene stares at Orlando, shaken, and then looks to the other girls sitting nearby, who just chuckle. Oh, those two and their workplace assaults. Must be Tuesday!
In a small conference room downtown, Daniels is telling Reed and Burrell that Day-Day has been on the payroll of Clay Davis's district office for more than a year. He slides Burrell a folder as he adds that Day-Day "did four years in Hagerstown for daytime B and E." Well, if he's brazen enough to rob a place in broad daylight, the guy sounds perfectly qualified to work for Clay Davis. Before that stint, though, Day-Day also faced drug charges and "a PBJ on a cheque charge." Delicious! Burrell's expression is dark as he foresees the hassle involved in even trying to press charges against this guy, given his association with Davis.