In the detail office, Herc is trying to get a desk through a door. He is not having much luck. There's a cheap sex joke to be made here, but let's all try to be grown-ups for once, shall we? ...FINE: I haven't seen Herc strain like that since he was trying to get a leg over Carver's mama! Anyway, Lester works on a dollhouse bed frame, cocking an eyebrow at Herc giving himself a hernia. He takes a break, before he blows out an O-ring, and Carver walks around to the other side to try to...wait a minute. If there's another way into wherever they're trying to move this desk -- and make no mistake, it's a monster; it looks like something the Pentagon ordered in about 1962, and is probably made of lead -- why did Herc jam it in the doorway rather than take it around the long way? I assume because it's Herc. On his side, Herc pushes, but even with Carver's assistance, they're no further along. Sydnor and McNulty enter, and silently regard the proceedings a moment before Sydnor pitches in on Herc's side, and McNulty on Carver's. There's a lot of straining, but other than a few reluctant shudders back and forth, the desk is not going anywhere. Enter Daniels, smirking: "I'm embarrassed for you all." Carver promises Herc that when he catches his breath, he's going to "shoot the drawers off this bitch." I'm not sure those drawers aren't bulletproof, frankly. Herc motions lamely, telling Daniels that it's "caught on something." Daniels, exasperated, sends Sydnor over to Carver's side, and takes off his suit jacket in preparation for a show of man strength. Lester actually gets up out of his chair for a better look at the futility that ensues; not even the addition of Daniels and his crazy ropy muscles can dislodge it. Carver comes around to Lester's desk, declaring that his ass is kicked. (In a nice, tiny, well-observed gesture, as Carver leans on the desk, Lester pointedly pulls his coffee mug away, lest Carver heedlessly sweep it to the floor.) Herc says that he could move the desk a little when he was alone, but that it got caught on something. McNulty asks if Herc checked that the drawers are empty, which he did; he adds, "At this rate, we're never gonna get it in." Carver and McNulty look at him, stricken. Herc: "What?" McNulty: "'In'?" Daniels takes his jacket and strides off, disgusted. "Unbe-fucking-lievable," spits Carver. Lester -- who obviously figured out a long time ago that everyone was pushing, and no one pulling -- smirks with just his eyes and sands his bed frame. If you wanted to take this whole exercise as a metaphor for police work in Narcotics, I wouldn't try to argue with you.