Prison. Stringer's talking to Avon, commiserating that Brianna seems to be blaming Avon for D'Angelo's death. Avon mopes, but doesn't say anything. Stringer, squinting with "concern," asks whether Avon knew that D'Angelo was using drugs. Avon sighs, and admits, "I seen it, but I didn't see it. I mean, he came up off that shit. Then we did our thing with that guard, and I thought..." He pulls the phone away from his ear and sort of wags it back and forth, shrugging. He rubs his mouth, and then picks up the phone again: "Fuck." Stringer reports that the "homegoing...came off nice." Avon looks a little relieved about that. Stringer says that "everybody showed." Avon asks how Brianna was. "Rough," says Stringer, blinking. Avon, plaintively: "Don't nobody want shit like this to happen, man! If I would've known the boy was gonna be doing some shit like that, man -- you know what I mean?" Stringer, still frowning in his "grief," fishes around to find out what "the prison people" are saying about D'Angelo's death -- "that he just hung himself like that?" Avon chews his mouth before sighing that D'Angelo "just tied a rope around a knob and sat his ass down." Stringer studies Avon, who breaks off again and looks away. "Yo, how the fuck you gonna stop a man from doing some shit like that?" murmurs Stringer. "Huh? I mean, what are you gonna do? Stay with him every damn minute, every day you can?" Avon looks like the answer to that rhetorical question might be yes, as far as he is concerned. Stringer: "He gonna find a way if he wants to." Avon drops his chin. Stringer: "It ain't on you." Avon looks up sharply. "It ain't," Stringer insists. "I would tell you if it was." Avon rubs his chin with the receiver. Stringer, his eyes very sad, pounds his fist against the glass, and after a moment, Avon pounds it back. Stringer huffs loudly, and then, the emotional cleansing having been dispensed with, Avon returns to business: "What's up with that other thing, man?" Stringer shit-talks their supply: "Your man in Atlanta -- he don't know what raw is. We gonna discount it?" "Do I look like Kmart to you, man?" snaps Avon. Stringer pretends to try to explain himself, but Avon's not having it: "Re-package it, man, and sell it off." Stringer tells Avon about Prop Joe's...well, proposition, saying that "it's a thought," but Avon insists that they can't even entertain the notion: "We're gonna get through all this, you hear me? We're gonna get through all of this." Stringer says he knows. Avon: "All of it." Yes, yes. New packaging's going to save your product. But from what I hear, Coca-Cola Classic, this shit ain't.