At the cop shop, Carver and Herc shoot pool in a break room of some sort as Bodie sits on a couch against the wall, a can of pop on the floor, eating a sandwich. "Admit you're wrong!" Herc exhorts him. "Be a man!" Bodie drawls, "Yeah, I gotta confess, this sub beat chink-ass Bob's by a mile." He then moves on to cracking on Herc's pool skills. Herc doesn't think Bodie could do any better, but Bodie claims, "I play." "Says he plays," Herc tells Carver, who beams, "He might!" Bodie, indicating the cuff on his wrist, says he's "even better with two hands."

In an office we've seen before, Avon and Stringer have a jargon-filled business discussion, which ends with Avon telling Stringer to "holler at the boy Scar -- let him know, man, it's time for him to take a stroll. If he give you any beef at all, we'll put Wee-Bey and Bird on it." Stringer agrees. Avon adds that once Scar is gone, they'll send in the "smokers" to "run out all the little poop-butt locals and shit." You guys are talking about...city council? Church choir? Pub quiz? Anyway, whatever the hell they're talking about, Stinkum gets to be in charge of it. ...Pickup lacrosse team?

Cop shop. Carver has just finished running the table, and as Bodie hands over the money Carver's won from him, Herc hisses at him to be a bit sly so the duty officer can't see. Carver suggests that Bodie stop, since he's down $60, but Bodie doesn't care: "That might be your whole damn salary, but I clock that shit in minutes." He tells Carver to rack the balls for another game, but just then, a uniformed cop walks in to say that the intake duty consultant is in the squad room. He just got there? It's totally light out! What happened to midnight? That intake duty consultant has a pretty messed-up idea of duty. All three nighttime pool buddies look a bit sad that their time together has come to an end, and Bodie mumbles that if he had more time, he'd "run" Carver. Herc throws the cuffs to Herc, who puts them on Bodie while advising, "You gonna run a hustle, best stay with what you know." Bodie can't just let them have any nice memories of their sleepover party, and spits (not literally, for once), "Man, fuck you and your tired-ass advice, all right?" Herc advances on Bodie as Carver watches the door, but Bodie decides to back down (perhaps now that he's cuffed), admitting that the sandwich they got him was good. Herc shrugs, and the two exit, friends, as Carver racks the balls again, thinking that the night might have gone even better if, instead of a pool table, they had a basketball hoop.