Dukie and Michael are walking and talking, with the latter promising to unleash hell's fury on Kenard at Dukie's say-so. You know, I'm normally one for fighting your own battles, Dukie, but if it means I get to watch Kenard being bandied about like a racquetball, then I say you take up Michael on his generous offer. But Dukie insists he's going to take care of this on his own. In that case, they're headed to the right place -- they arrive at Cutty's gym, and won't this be an awkward reunion between Cutty and Michael. Or not -- Michael won't set foot in the gym, and Cutty just stares out at him. Guess some people don't like getting shot in the leg on other people's account very much. Anyhow, Dukie asks for Cutty's assistance in learning the sweat science. Cutty looks at the shiner Dukie's sporting from his earlier beatdown, and tells him to get some gloves and get in the ring. I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I don't think we're going to learn Dukie is a natural pugilist whose skills are just waiting to be honed.
Levy's office, where Baltimore's most morally flexible attorney is meeting with his new client Marlo and his even newer clients, Chris and Snoop. They're talking about the gun charge facing the latter two, and Levy can't believe that their former attorneys would go to the trouble of getting such a straightforward case postponed. "Maybe 'cause we was paying by the hour," Snoop drawls. Contract murders and lawyer jokes? Snoop, you are a Renaissance lady. Anyhow, plans are laid to get these two acquitted, and they depart, leaving Marlo alone with his attorney. "More money made clean," says Marlo, whipping a check out of his pocket and handing it over to Levy. "When you figure out what we want to do with that there, holler at me." I know there's attorney-client privilege and all, but shouldn't these at least go through the pretense of pretending everything is on the up and up? "Excuse me, sir, here are my latest earnings from my paper route. [Wink.] Would you mind investing this money in something equally legitimate?"
Anyhow, all this talk of laundering money is just to provide an opportunity for Marlo to tell Levy that he has a cell phone now, and for Levy to add the number to his Rolodex. Levy also shows remarkable restraint in that he waits for Marlo to exit and Herc to enter, before his eyeballs turn into dollar signs and a musical montage of "We're In the Money" breaks out. "I have a feeling this firm is going to have quite a payday from Mr. Stanfield and his people," Levy chuckles. "If Marlo Stanfield is using a cellphone, it's just a matter of time before we're up to our asses in pretrial motions. Litigating a wiretap case! Joe gave him to us just in time." Herc silently absorbs the news that Marlo's carrying around a cellphone. Awwww -- it's trying to think.