Wee-Bey urgently enters the Copy Cat, starting to say that "shit went good," but Stringer silences him, pointing at the radio: it's a news report about Kima's shooting, saying that she "may have been undercover." Stringer starts a copy machine and walks over, telling Wee-Bey to talk, now that the noise has been somewhat muted. He obviously didn't hear the report, because he says that everything was fine, except there was "some bitch curled up in the back seat": "Didn't even see her until the shit popped off." He says he would have let her go -- "She didn't look like the talking type" -- but that Little Man got scared when he saw her, "bugged out, and let a couple go." Stringer asks if Savino didn't tip her off about the girl in the back, but Wee-Bey says that there wasn't time: he got out of the car, they saw him go up the block, and once he was out of sight, Wee-Bey and Little Man did the job as planned. He spreads his hands, like, "What's the big deal?" "Shorty was a cop," says Stringer. Wee-Bey is stunned silent. Stringer delivers the kicker: "And she ain't dead." Wee-Bey actually looks a little scared, folding his arms protectively over her chest, as Stringer asks where they hid the guns. By way of answer, Wee-Bey says that she couldn't have been a cop: "She looked like one of Orlando's hos!" "Bey, where the fuck are the guns?" demands Stringer. Wee-Bey says that they're in a storm drain off Park Heights. Stringer has a follow-up: "What the fuck is wrong with Little Man?" No one ever taught him proper nutrition? Stringer's actually concerned about Little Man bugging out again once he finds out the girl he shot was a cop: "I mean, come on, man. Savino got a story that he can keep to and he know it, but Little Man -- he always been fucking weak like that. Little Man gotta go." Wee-Bey doesn't like it, and doesn't answer at first, but when Stringer presses him, he reluctantly nods. Stringer goes on: "This shit gonna get real heavy...We gotta fall back. I wanna see how it go with this Savino bullshit, see how they go past that. But if the shit don't hold, or if this motherfucking cop wake up and start talking shit, then you gotta go sky up." Wee-Bey really doesn't like that. Stringer asks where Wee-Bey's "got [his] peoples at." Wee-Bey tells him they're in New York, Jersey, Cleveland.... Based on that list, Stringer exiles him to Philadelphia or D.C.: "No profile, no connections, no noise...We gotta be careful." Sure -- why not start now?
Speaking of things getting heavy, Carver makes his way up to Cheryl and Kima's apartment like he's losing a fight through quicksand. He stares at the door for a moment, but can't work up the nerve to knock, and as he's turning to leave, Cheryl comes bustling out, coffee in hand, on her way to work. She starts in surprise to see someone there, and Carver apologizes. Chuckling, Cheryl says it's okay, she just scared him, in a way that lets us know she's never met Carver before. She heedlessly hurries past him, and Carver hesitantly calls out, "I, uh..." Cheryl turns, and Carver says he works with Kima. Cheryl nods, businesslike. Carver starts, "Kima, she--" "Kima's at work," says Cheryl. Carver shakes his head, and Cheryl gets it: "Wh-- what is she?" Carver rubs his neck. Cheryl gets an idea that Kima's not detained at a mani-pedi party.