Kima studies the photo, and shrugs, "Maybe he's white!" McNulty cracks up. Kima chuckles, but then is like, "Seriously, he could be, for all we know." She reads off what the know: name; age; which Baltimore hospital he was born in; his mother's name; that his father's identity's unknown; that he attended Baltimore public schools; that his childhood address is "in the same public housing where he now controls the drug trade." McNulty says that he seems to have come up out of nowhere. Kima says he has no work history, so there's no tax information they can look at; no cars in his name, no driver's license, no kids. "No priors either," says McNulty. Kima reports that there are vague CI reports that have him staying in various apartments outside the city, but no addresses. He moves from girlfriend to girlfriend, and may have another in New York: "He likes to work out, and he used to box Golden Gloves when he was younger." Hearing this, Lester blinks, and then looks up. Kima complains again that they still have nothing after two weeks, giving Lester enough time to get up and come over to where they're working, still with his dollhouse furniture and tools in his hands, to ask where she heard about the Golden Gloves thing. She says she doesn't know, and then, thinking, says it might have been from a DEA file, or possibly a CI. Lester's already gone back to his desk, and quickly heads out, coat in hand.

In a bad neighbourhood, a gigantic '70s car pulls up to the curb. Seriously, I am expecting Shaft to get out of that thing. A kid stands beside a doorway, watching, and when they cut to his face...it's only for a second, but he really looks like Michael from Season 4. Anyway, the call is ringing out: "Blue tops! Blue tops!" A guy in a hoodie tries to sell blue tops to Lester, who looks dismayed, and silently declines, opening a door and heading up a flight of stairs. He's winded when he reaches the top, and lets himself in, through a pair of scuffed double doors, to an old-school boxing gym. Activity is bustling all around as Lester walks up to a coach, Mack, calling out encouragement as a pair of guys spar in the ring, and says he needs some help. I bet that place smells like a meadow full of daisies after a spring rain.