In his office, Koutris (Tom Mardirosian, who played Busmalis on Oz) is extremely blasé about his dealings with Glekas, saying that he had "pulled his chain" in a stolen-goods case in the mid-'90s. Glekas didn't get charged, but Koutris did interview him: "The guy struck me as just a mope playing it slick." He agrees to send Fitz what he has from the case, but his manner makes it clear that he doesn't think it's very exciting. He hangs up, looks lost for a moment, and then looks up a number in a little coil-bound notebook from his breast pocket, soon picking up the phone again to call another number. He says something that sounds like "Kalamata" -- though it's not captioned, so I'm not sure, and maybe that's just what I heard because of the whole Greek connection -- and then: "We need to talk." About olives?
Pyramid. A cop snaps a photo of a container truck pulling up, and then we see Eton opening the gate to let it in. Eton asks Sergei, who's driving, "Anyone following?" Apparently not. Eton and the other flunky with the leather jacket close the gate again, which is when Herc gets another shot -- this one of Eton, looking suspiciously up the street. We then cut back to the hood level, as Eton tells Flunky, "Run up and down the street. Take tag numbers from cars." Flunky says he's been doing it all week, but Eton doesn't care: "Again." In the squat, Herc tells Carver that the truck has arrived, which information Carver relays to Lester. He adds that they haven't offloaded anything yet. Lester tells him to wait on it. Police work is so glamorous.
Interrogation room. Cole and Norris are trying to break Bodie, who doesn't look particularly breakable. Norris leads by calmly -- even a bit avuncularly -- telling Bodie that he's stupid: "I don't say it to upset you. Just to state a fact." Bodie rolls his eyes. Norris turns to Cole and notes, "He doesn't think so." Cole says that no one ever does, which is "part of the stupidity." Bodie doesn't even look like he's taking offense. Norris says that Bodie doesn't need to tell them what happened on the corner: "We know what happened." Cole embellishes that they've "got the whole fucking story." Bodie, unconcerned, coughs derisively as Cole leaves, and then asks Norris where his lawyer is. Cole returns, smugly dropping Bodie's gym bag on the table. At this, Bodie starts to look a tiny bit rattled. "See, you just fucked up!" crows Cole. "Way you looked at the bag, you know what's in there, don't you?" Cole starts taking handguns -- each wrapped in an evidence baggie -- out of the knapsack and setting them on the table, taking his seat again when they're all on display. Bodie tries to front, but Norris agrees with Cole: "No, you fucked up." Cole says that they even have Bodie's fingerprints on one of the guns. Bodie narrows his eyes: "Which one?" Oh shit, dudes, he called your bluff! Norris shoots a subtle side-eye at Cole, who's still smirking and not breaking his gaze at Bodie, and finally indicates the Ruger in front of him as the tell-tale piece. Bodie looks down, possibly smiling a little: "Lawyer." Ooh, ya burnt!
In an otherwise empty cloth-napkin restaurant, Spiros, Eton, Glekas, The Greek, and a Slavic woman (we haven't seen her before) summit over dinner. Glekas can't believe someone was asking about him, and The Greek meaningfully drawls, "San Diego." Glekas's face: "Aw, fuck." The lone lady at the table dismissively says, "San Diego was a long time ago." The Greek says that Koutris doesn't know what was behind the call -- just that "the people asked." He turns to Spiros and says that he'd said the cops looking into the dead prostitutes were local. Spiros says that they were: "No FBI." The Greek recaps that they're only running clean containers, and Eton says that no one's watching or following. That you know of! Rookie. The Greek recaps that they also changed the warehouse phone, so he figures that there'll only be another day or two before they're back up to speed. Spiros says, "We'll have to do a favour for our friend," and The Greek starts talking about the Colombians who are going to short them on the chemicals. He gives a speech that was certainly not screened by the Colombian Tourism Department, saying that everyone's a terrorist there now, and judges are killed, and so forth. Well, every place seems bad if you concentrate on the bombs and the assassinations. At least there aren't any CHUDs! Spiros smoothly says that the Colombians who are screwing them over aren't with the guerillas: "They're trash." The Greek observes, "The world is a smaller place now. And the FBI cares very much about such things." He leans in to Spiros and coos, "Fair is fair, no?" Indeed it is. Look out, Colombia, you're about to have the FBI living so far up your butt, they'll be able to tell you how well your probiotic yogurt is working for you. Eton's phone rings...