A gigantic Range Rover fills the entire frame. That guy from D.C., Tracksuit (though he's now in matching super-faded and super-giant jean jacket and pants, making me nostalgic for the tracksuit), gets into Stringer's car. "Everything to your satisfaction?" asks Jeansuit, as Stringer hands him an envelope full of cash. "Yeah, you on it," says Stringer flatly. Jeansuit checks that the "prison people" seem to have fallen for the suicide ruse. Jeansuit says that his "cousin always works clean." He adds -- acknowledging that it's none of his business -- whether Avon ever knew anything about it. Stringer looks at him for a long moment, but finally looks back out the windshield without responding. "You're on your own here?" asks Jeansuit. "You right," Stringer rumbles. "It ain't none of your business. And if I were you, I wouldn't want a word of this mess up in Avon's ear." Jeansuit comments that "Baltimore niggas" are "off the hook." He leaves the car in a cloud of self-righteousness -- because, I guess he doesn't need any repeat business.

In (I assume) his cell, Wee-Bey devours some contraband food, advising Avon to "get up in" it before it gets cold. Avon looks too grief-stricken to get up in anything right now. Eventually noticing Avon's mood, Wee-Bey assures him, "That bullshit ain't on you. It ain't, man." Avon shifts, looking down. Wee-Bey goes on: "Up in here, Dee knew he had to stand on his own. You know this." "Man, fuck him," says Avon. Er, I hope no one puts that in a floral sculpture. "He knew when he hung himself how we was gonna carry it," adds Avon. "He knew when he did that that we was gonna be in a moment like this, right now." Wee-Bey nods. Avon: "He knew that. That nigger did that shit to hurt me, man." So, fuck him for ending his own life (as far as they know) in order to make Avon feel bad? Brilliant insight, Dr. Phil. Wee-Bey nods. Avon narrows his eyes as he muses that D'Angelo "was just fucking weak": "I tried to crimp him along since he was a shorty, nigga! You seen me! I tried to bring him up, man, bring him along--" Wee-Bey gravely agrees that Avon was "real good" to D'Angelo. And Avon agrees with Avon that Avon is awesome. Wee-Bey tokenly says that D'Angelo's death is sad, but that, after all, D'Angelo did almost rat on Avon once, so if he'd decided he couldn't serve his sentence, he might have eventually turned on Avon again: "I'm just saying, it might've been for the best, you know?" This is obviously what Avon secretly wanted to hear all along, but he looks off into the distance, trying to come to terms with being a person who would wish his nephew dead.