Brothel. The Russian lady we saw earlier, dining out with The Greek and his Board Of Shadowy Figures, strides into a plush john holding pen, a smirk on her lips and her gauzy blouse wafting about. She is followed by several lovely ladies in various stages of undress, who array themselves behind a couch for McNulty's delectation. McNulty is either really playing his part or just can't resist flirting, because as soon as the first woman appears at the head (heh) of the line, he breaks into a grin, mirrored by all the options available to him. The madam prods him to make his choice...

...and in the surveillance van, we see Bunk and Daniels listen as McNulty fake-accents, "Would it be wrong to take two?" Bunk and Daniels shoot each other a look, Bunk crowing, "Attaboy." I hope they requisitioned enough petty cash to cover McNulty's sluttitude. On the street behind them, it would appear that the raid has already begun. Two uniformed officers hustle a dude into the back of a cop car while Kima crosses close to the camera, calling, "We should get upstairs." Daniels hops out of the van, ready to bust some hos.

Port. Koutris is on his cell phone, bitching, "Nothing but paint pigments." The Greek, on the other end of the line, chuckles, "Trust me, my friend. It's there." Koutris frowns and hangs up, and with everyone else on the dock standing about and not really paying attention, he picks up a chunk of pigment, scratches it with his thumbnail, and reveals that, for paint pigment, it's remarkably white on the inside. Pretty sneaky, sis. Looking up at how many more barrels of "pigment" are in the container, Koutris practically busts a nut.