Credits. Let's go walking through a garden, y'all.

"There's never been a paper bag," Colvin says. And when they find the man that invents one, they'll compose lyric poems in his honor. Or they'll drum him summarily off the police force. Not that I'm jumping ahead here.

We're at the city morgue now, where a bunch of impressionable youths are being shown a bullet-riddled body in the hopes of making them reassess their go-nowhere lives; from the looks of things, the only thing they are reassessing is that the gunplay in videogames is disappointingly unrealistic. McNulty is watching from the doorway -- maybe he's here to reassess his go-nowhere life. Nah, he just wants to meet up with the coroner, who may well have a proper name ["Frazier" -- Wing Chun] but, as far as I'm concerned, will always be Luther Mahoney, M.E. McNulty's here because D'Angelo Barksdale, whom McNulty wanted to look up at the end of the last episode, has turned up dead. But then, you knew that already, you clever ducks. McNulty would like Luther Mahoney, M.E.'s professional opinion on whether this was a suicide or an assisted suicide. Account for your whereabouts, Jack Kevorkian!

Speaking of the goings-on at Jessup: Stringer Bell is there visiting Avon, telling him about the status of the Franklin Terrace Towers. (Summary: Still demolished.) But don't worry about them Towers being down, Avon ol' buddy: Stringer's got a plan for global domination, and it involves expansion without beatdowns and violence. "Yeah," Avon says, less than enthused. "But you know, we gonna need good corners. That's what we're going to need. Close to downtown. Get the workaday trade." Sounds like someone hasn't been keeping up with the assigned reading while in prison. Stringer's all yeah-yeah-got-it-covered. "If we can do this without the bodies, we should," Stringer says, and now it's Avon's turn to yeah-yeah things. It seems like the two of them have two very different visions of where their organization is headed. That is going to be one lively company meeting, I tell you what. And that reckoning is coming -- Avon's parole is as good as set. "I'll be home before it gets cold," he boasts. Stringer manages to contain his excitement.