Morgue. Lester and Bunk are asking the coroner whether there have been any floaters, decomps...anything they can possibly tie to Marlo. The answer, apparently, is no. Coroner: "You don't have enough to do?" The answer, apparently, is no.
Prez's classroom. Prez is walking his kids through a new incentive program he's ginned up: for completing classwork and homework, they'll get stickers, and each week the four students with the most stickers will each win a prize. Namond crabs that Prez keeps changing things up and confusing the kids. Prez says that he'll also be keeping track of poor behaviour, for which students will get sentenced to an hour's after-school detention; he writes Namond's name in a column on the board. Namond bitches that Prez is screwing him over before Namond even knew the new world order, and Prez concedes the point, erasing Namond's name and earning a smug grin for his reprieve. Zenobia Dawson (Taylor King) says that she wants to earn some stickers, and Prez tells her to do some classwork. She whines that she wants to, but she doesn't have any pencils, so Prez takes a little stub from behind his ear and gives it to her. Zenobia studies it contemptuously -- and, in fairness, the thing does look like he's chewed the eraser off -- and shoves all the books off her desk, yelping, "I don't want no damn welfare pencil!" The rest of the students crack up, and Prez sadly writes Zenobia's name in the detention column. Yeah, who wouldn't want to spend another hour with her? Suggestion: make the kids write lines. On their own time. Away from you.
Elsewhere at Tilghman, Bunny tells Mrs. Sampson and Parenti that it looks to him as though there are two kinds of students at Tilghman: stoop kids and corner kids. Stoop kids stay at the house, where their parents tell them, whereas corner kids...go down to the corner. Well, that stands to reason. Bunny suggests separating the stoop kids from the corner kids, and Parenti shuts him down: "That's tracking." He says that's a dirty word in educational circles, and Mrs. Sampson explains to Bunny that it suggests that you have reduced expectations for the underperforming kids. Bunny, smirking incredulously, asks if it's better to pretend that they're reaching all the kids, when in fact they're reaching none; he asks if it wouldn't be better to get the stoop kids into an environment where they could actually learn, since the corner kids are the ones Parenti's study is trying to reach anyway. Mrs. Sampson says that she's in favour of anything that makes it easier for her to do her job, and that every teacher at Tilghman would say the same. Parenti asks how they figure out which ones are the corner kids, and Mrs. Sampson snorts that it won't be a problem. It sure hasn't taken long for Parenti to defer to his wiser colleagues, so I guess he's not just book-smart after all.
Prez's classroom. The students toil away on classwork as Prez walks up and down the aisles, offering help. He stops at Michael's desk, seeing that he has yet to make a mark on his Skill Sheet, and gently asks whether he understands the work. Michael, with his arms still crossed over his chest, maintains his sullen silence, and Prez encourages him that it's easy, and that Michael can do it. Michael continues sulking, so Prez regretfully says that Michael isn't giving him a choice: he has to give Michael detention. As he straightens up, Karim, at the window, yells that Donnelly is "shaking bushes." A bunch of kids run to the window to see that, indeed, Donnelly is supervising as a couple of eighth-graders use poles or something to shake some branches around, knocking loose all kinds of contraband. Namond whines that she's found his "blade," and that he'll never get it back now. Prez orders everyone back to their seats, and follows Namond back to his seat, standing close. "Yo, what you all up on me for?" whines Namond. "I do my work!" "I'm not your yo," barks Prez, demanding to see Namond's worksheet. Namond flips it over. Sly! Prez sees that it's as untouched as Michael's, and stalks up to his desk. Namond yaps that his hand hurts from "all this learning," and asks for some Tylenol. Snickers ensue. "What I got for you is detention," Prez yells back. "Ooooh"-ing ensues. "Fuck you, Prezbo!" yells Namond. Even more agitated "ooooh-ing" busts out all over. "Fucking gimpy-assed big-grill motherfucker!" Okay, now you're just belabouring your point. Know when to leave them wanting more! "That's it, you're out of here!" screams Prez, pointing dramatically to the door like an umpire calling a runner out. The camera closes in on Namond's face as we're reminded -- much as we were in the opening zombie discussion -- that even though they've learned to act all hard, they really are so young, because he looks like he's trying not to cry at this humiliation. In fact, he stays frozen in place. "GO!" Prez has to yell. He writes Namond out a hall pass, which Namond crumples up and tosses on the floor. Prez stares him down, as Namond tries to get the upper hand again by taunting, "Get your police stick out your desk and beat me! You know you fucking want to!" Well, that isn't saying much; I fucking want to.