In Homicide, Bubbs is cuffed to a table when Holley enters. Stone-faced, he asks Bubbs's name. Bubbs baits a beat, and then says he didn't do anything. Holley repeats his question, but Bubbs is standing on principle now: "No, this shit ain't right." "Who'd you try to page, shitbird?" spits Holley. "Why the fuck do you care?" Bubbs replies belligerently. Holley sighs, theatrically drawing on his strength, and then ominously removes his jacket as he tells Bubbs, "You have exactly three more seconds to explain yourself to me, asshole." Bubbs looks like he's ready to give up his principled stand in a quick hurry.
Outside, Bunk is on the phone, Jay far behind him looking through evidence, when suddenly both of them are distracted from what they're doing by the sounds of struggle in an interrogation room. And if these fuckers are startled by it, you know it's hardcore.
When Bunk and Jay bust into the interrogation room, the table's on its side; Bubbs is still cuffed to it, and is trying vainly to protect himself on the floor, and Holley is just going to town on him. Jay pulls Holley off Bubbs, who squeaks that he wants to talk to Kima. "You CAN'T, motherfucker!" barks Holley. Bubbs asks for McNulty, then, and repeats, "This shit ain't right!" Jay hustles Holley out of the room, possibly to ice his hands.
Roof. Santangelo consults a Savino mug shot, and then raises his binoculars to scan the courtyard. He tells Herc, "Mope ain't around," but presently Herc spots Bodie, going for the phone, and calls it in to Lester. Herc snaps some shots of Bodie waiting, but no one calls back. After a moment, Bodie looks up the building: a window opens, and a brown paper bag is tossed out, falling right into Bodie's hands. Herc photographs the whole transaction, and Santangelo asks, "What the fuck was that?" "You don't know?" says Herc smugly. "We just caught a re-up off the Tower stash." Herc calls Lester to tell him the good news. Maybe it's so good that McNulty will take his shirt off again.