Out in the hall, Namond passes Parenti (and his fucking cardigan vest, jesus), spitting, "Fuck you looking at, bitch?" Parenti submissively stands aside, and Namond takes two more steps...straight at Mrs. Sampson, whereupon his whole demeanour changes. She crosses her arms, telling him that if he wasn't already on his way to the office, he is now. He hurries back on his way before she has to kick his ass for him in front of the white guy. "One of the corner kids, huh?" asks Parenti. Okay, maybe I spoke too soon about the book smarts. "Yeah, they do step up when you need them, don't they?" says Bunny ruefully. They do indeed.
Marlo's paved playground of evil. Marlo is grudgingly telling Partlow he was right that Marlo should have brought protection to the card game. Partlow doesn't care to lord it over him, though, and says that now they need to decide what they're going to do about Omar. "You make the price right, somebody gonna get a whiff of that bushwhacker's ass," says Marlo -- pretty confidently given that everyone thinks that, and no one ever ends up being right. Which is pretty much what Partlow tells him: "I ain't saying Omar can't be got. Any nigga can be got. But once we put word to ear, and he learn that we pricing out his head, he's gonna be trying us like we're trying him." Marlo asks whether Partlow's saying he should let Omar slide, and Partlow says that they need to get at him another way -- without bounties: "Barksdale turned this town upside down hunting him, and all he ended up looking was weak." "I ain't no Barksdale," Marlo understates. Partlow tells Marlo that talk is cheap: "We sit on it, we gonna figure out a way to get that faggot. But 'til then, we don't say a mumbling word." Marlo nods. I hate the idea that Marlo could be smarter than Omar; I want to believe that nothing can trump his brand of chaotic evil.
Stoop. A junkie -- he never gets a name, I believe, so I'll call him Arch Rival -- is telling Sherrod that he has six dollars, and will totally give him four later. Sherrod firmly says that he'll need the whole ten now...which is when Bubbles rolls up, pushing the Depo, and yelling at Sherrod for skiving off school. Sherrod hurries over, claiming that it was a half day because of a teachers' meeting, but Bubbles reminds him that excuses like that won't work with him. They can't really get into it, though, because the belligerent junkie comes over and starts yelling at Bubbs to give him four dollars. Bubbs resists, and the guy knocks him down and starts kicking his ass, demanding to know where he's keeping his dope hit. Bubbs caves quickly, telling the guy it's in his sock, and the junkie takes off again, smugly telling Sherrod he no longer needs his four dollars. Bubbs staggers to his feet, lurching to the shopping cart that may have to double as his walker for the next few weeks.