Oscar is reclining in his patrol car, once again, when a call comes over the police radio about a possible D.O.A. somewhere in the district. Oscar springs into action, and radios in that he's close by and he'll take care of it. "Are you feeling all right?" comes the word back over the radio. "She said 'D.O.A.,' not 'donut.'" Oscar shakes his head at the merciless teasing, and revs up the patrol car. If the D.O.A. turns out to be a guy dressed as a giant bird, I am absolutely going to shit.
In addition to radioing in that he'll check on the D.O.A., Oscar also places a phone call to his new pal McNulty. Care to guess what McNulty is doing when the call comes through to his cell? Go on -- guess. Oh, I'm sorry -- "living a life of prayerful contemplation" is not the correct answer. I'm afraid, it's "picking up a pair of ladies in a bar by letting them handle his police badge." But when the word comes down from Oscar that there's a dead body requiring his attention, McNulty heeds to call of fake duty. Sorry, ladies -- guess that regimen of penicillin shots will just have to wait for another time.
At an alleyway somewhere, Chris is leading the way for Cheese, who is nervously chattering away. And really, who could blame him? If you were following Chris down a dimly lit alley, wouldn't you do something to cut the tension like blabber on and on, or sing showtunes, or -- I don't know -- run away, screaming to your God for mercy? Cheese has suddenly realized that he finds himself in a predicament where there's only a fifty-fifty shot of things ending happily for him. "I ain't done nothing lately to piss you off, right?" he nervously asks Chris, who isn't saying a word. "Right?" he repeats. Right -- Chris opens the door to a garage, and waiting inside is Snoop and a bound-and-gagged Hungry Man. "Man already shit hisself," Snoop says. "And we ain't even get started yet." Again, who could blame him? Chris explains it's a gift to Cheese from Marlo -- "Give a gift," Chris adds. "Get a gift." So this is payment for dropping a dime on Butchie then...or greasing the skids for something else? Whatever it is, Cheese strides in to the garage, ready to work out his differences with Hungry Man no matter whose feelings (Hungry Man's, most likely) get hurt.