Stash house. Some low-level soldier vials product under Stringer's watchful eye. A manager checks a sample vial and hands it back, reporting to Stringer that their new supply is raw: "I mean, you can stomp on this motherfucker." Stringer looks pleased to hear this -- which is to say, he's coolly gratified, as opposed to coolly enraged -- and he tells Shamrock that once the cops have moved out of the Towers, they need to let Prop Joe's people have the agreed-upon three. Everyone's pretty calm about it, whereas I feel like they should be emptying out part of a 40 for their three lost buildings.

Detail office. The camera pans past Lester -- guiding Prez through paperwork -- and over to the board, where Rhonda stands with Daniels, noting, "Start connecting the dots and you have to start asking yourself what these guys aren't into." Daniels agrees. They have so much in common! McNulty rolls in, dry cleaning slung over his shoulder, and reports what he learned from Fitz. Daniels is shocked to hear that the only information on Glekas was out of San Diego: "These guys move around." Rhonda asks about McNulty's suit, and McNulty, tearing it out of the plastic cover, gleefully reminds her, "Date night." He heads into the next room to change, as Lester asks Rhonda, "Run like hell, ma'am." Oh, come on -- she's still in her "Miss" years! He adds, "We wanna be up on that phone, so we hear what we hear after tonight's raid." Prez presents himself as the affiant, and with one last withering look at McNulty, Rhonda heads out. Hey, lady, you had your chance. Chances. Fine, McNulty never really closes the booty door, and I think we all know it.

Glekas's warehouse. He's asking Ziggy to procure him an SL-series in Pacific Blue, to which Ziggy affably agrees, saying that all the cars have to have sunroofs. Glekas gives him a look, and Ziggy shrugs, "It's a long story." Glekas chooses a delivery date, and Ziggy humbly asks if he might get an advance, to cover his expenses. Glekas insists that their arrangement is strictly COD. Ziggy says he would never dream of cheating "a smart businessman" like Glekas, and they shake. There's that creeping dread again. Ziggy, why are you always trying to give me a stroke?

Pawn shop. Ziggy asks the clerk -- who's inspecting Steven's old collar -- whether he has any bolt cutters. The clerk points out that there are two in the window, and asks, of the collar, "You hung this on a duck?" At least that way he could keep track of where it was; I wouldn't put it past Ziggy to flush a bejeweled cuff down the toilet if he thought it would make a stevedore laugh. The clerk offers $1200 for the collar, to which Ziggy agrees...unfortunately now having made his way to the case full of handguns. Ladies and gentlemen: the poster boy for gun control.