Back at the office, Lester is sitting at the computer, surrounded by Sydnor, Herc, Kima, and Carver. Also standing by is a technician who looks like a balder, less-cute William Fichtner, who says that they'll have lines on two other pay phones the next day; they're already up on the low-rise pay phones. Carver asks to hear it, and Lester presses a button on a keyboard, and we hear a woman's voice complaining, "See, what I'm talking about is he ain't paid no one; he just think it's right to do it...See how it goes? So I ain't got shit. I ain't got it...Thinking he all that because he got his family back." Lester hits another button to shut it off, and Herc protests that it was just getting good. "It's unmonitored," says Lester. "We can't listen to a conversation on an unmonitored pay phone." Sydnor asks what that means, and Kima explains that despite the taps they'll soon have on all the Project pay phones, they can't listen to any conversation unless they know one of the targets of their investigation is on the phone. Herc grouchily surmises that they'll have to sit on the roofs all the livelong day, just waiting for their perps to get on the phone. "Yep," says Kima simply. "It's more bullshit," declares Herc, still less interested in actually making a case that will result in convictions than he is in getting a sanctioned opportunity to bust people's heads open. Thus prompted, Lester figures it's time for him to deliver a lecture: "Detective, this right here -- this is the job. Now, when you came downtown to CID, what kind other of work were you expecting?" Ummmmm...head-busting? Maybe a little plunger-handle sodomy? Ooh -- getting the chance to beat a kid half-blind? By way of answer, though, what Herc actually does is give his gum a few chews and then blow a bubble. That this is what passes for Baltimore's Finest says...a lot about Baltimore, really.