Cut to...Orlando, cuffed to a table. 'Cause guess what? His drug "connect" was, in fact, an undercover state police officer named Troy Wiggins (formerly "Maxi-Pad"), who's now studying Orlando, giving the wad of gum in his mouth his most contemptous chew. He shoots him one last glare, and then leaves Orlando alone in the exam room.
Out in the hall, Wiggins tells a uniformed officer, "He says he can buy weight. Says he runs with some decent-size locals." "Like who?" asks the uni. "Avon...something," says Wiggins, checking his notepad. "Barksdale." The uni tells him to run the name (through some acronyms) and see what comes back. And while they're at it, they should totally check Avon's eBay feedback rating, too.
Wiggins pokes his head back into the exam room to update Orlando on what they're doing: "If you full of shit, pal, I'm gonna know it quick." Orlando asks what's going to happen to him while the cops are checking Avon out. Bad news: city jail. He won't even get any street cred for that, if D'Angelo's status with his crew is any indication.