And the two jackasses responsible for it are meeting to see what further mayhem they can cause. Well, actually, McNulty is just ranting about the piddling amount of resources he managed to squeeze out of the department. "I give them a sex-crazed madman who's enough of a freak show to get the whole city hot and bothered, and what comes back? One fucking detective. And who is it? Kima Greggs, who should be working her triple. So now I can't give you her hours without fucking up honest casework." Yeah, it's such a thankless task perpetrating fraud nowadays -- people are always being inconsiderate toward all the effort you've gone through to make things up. Freamon is sanguine about this latest turn of events -- all they need is a wiretap, and since anything they get up would be illegal anyway, they wouldn't want anyone other than Freamon monitoring the wire. As for the surveillance they'll need once they start getting information off of Marlo's phone, Freamon will worry about that challenge once it arises. For now, there's the matter of getting a wiretap under the pretense of monitoring Jack The Not-Real Ripper. McNulty and Freamon puzzle over that for a bit before McNulty comes up with the solution. "He's got to call someone," McNulty says. "The mayor. Cardinal Keeler. Cal fuckin' Ripken. Who gives a fuck?" I suspect Billy Ripken might -- overshadowed once again by his big brother. Freamon catches on to McNulty's scheme -- they'll request a wiretap for a pay phone somewhere, but actually tap Marlo's phone. This plotting is interrupted by a ring from McNulty's cell phone -- it's the ex-wife, and she's called multiple times this evening, which means it's probably important, so McNulty ignores it and goes back to conspiring. "The thing is," Freamon says, "they've got to believe it's your killer calling before they'll pay for a wiretap." McNulty's solution is to come up with another body, "and this time, the sick motherfucker is going to call Mr. Ripken with something only the killer would know." (Cal...I murdered that man with your 1982 rookie card! Bwah ha ha ha ha!) Freamon and McNulty laugh and high-five each other over their obvious cleverness.
Episode Report CardMr. Sobell: B+ | 1596 USERS: B
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