Terrace. The drug trade moves briskly, as Kima snaps photos from a parked car, telling McNulty, "Eastside, Westside. Cats and dogs sleeping together." McNulty grins goofily, excited to have something else to work on now that this Sobotka thing is pretty much over. Kima's pager goes off, and she evasively says that she's late for something and starts the car. I bet it's something pink or blue!
Port of Philadelphia. Bunk pulls up and gets admitted by a security guard at the gate.
In an office, another guard thinks Bunk and Beadie want information on everyone who came into the port the day they had come to investigate the Atlantic Light. Beadie tells him that they're looking for something out of the ordinary, "probably at night." There's some brief back-and-forth so that we can be reminded that Beadie knows how to talk to port people, and then the guard opens his pier entry log and says that everything he has is "usual." Bunk asks the name of the officer who worked on the pier that night, and Beadie reminds the guard of the date, and the fact that the Atlantic Light was on the pier that night after 6 PM. The guard reports that it was Walt Stokes, hilariously saying the name like it should mean something to them. Walt's not working tonight, says the guard, asking what they want with him. Bunk fans out photos of Sergei and others in The Greek's organization, asking whether Stokes can "make" any of them, but the doddering guard says that he probably couldn't: "Afraid Walt's not as up to speed as the rest of us." Bunk and Beadie manage not to crack up, and as they shuffle toward the door, the guard offers, "Seeing as you've come all this way, though, you might wanna have a look-see at the videotapes." He opens a cabinet in which a few dozen VHS tapes are neatly labeled and lined up. Bunk and Beadie are like, "Why are people always fucking with us?"