Western. And, more parallel structure: the lecturer drones on until Santangelo says that if terrorists tried to do shit in the Western, no one would notice, and then Carver jokes that there were Al-Qaeda but a gang ran them off, and then there's a "Brownie, you're doing a heckuva job" joke, and everyone's yelling until Mello has to go up to the front and try to settle everyone down. McNulty's standing in the doorway, the fat binder of antiterrorist instructions clutched under his arm, when Bunk appears behind him and gooses his ass. There's some perfunctory homoerotic banter (Bunk calling McNulty "Little Boy Blue," hee), and then McNulty asks what Bunk's doing there; Bunk says he caught a case, and catches him up about Fruit's shooting and what Lester got off the wire. McNulty's surprised to hear that Lester's even on a wire, and Bunk chuckles that McNulty's out of the loop. McNulty suggests that Bunk bring Carver in on the case, and Bunk appears to consider it, swiftly turning the subject to drink and suggesting that they hit up some of their old haunts. Instead, McNulty affably invites Bunk to come over to Beadie's for dinner, and meet the kids. Bunk looks seriously horrified at the offer of something so...wholesome. Santangelo showily gets up and goes to dump his binder in the trash, but McNulty sticks his hand out to catch it. Santangelo: "This horseshit? You serious?" McNulty's not looking for edification, though; he dumps out the paper inside and saves the binder to give to the kids for back to school. Little does he know they're going to chuck them the first chance they get, and whine at Beadie until she gets them Trapper Keepers with Hannah Montana on them instead. (In my day: Care Bears. I'm old.)

Side street. Our crew has found an ice cream truck. Dukie asks Namond to get him something -- "I'll pay you back" -- but Namond snaps that Dukie won't ever have any money. Dukie folds in his shoulders and hangs back just as Michael rolls up, a little bloody but still walking proudly. He asks whether everyone made it out okay, and Randy reports that one kid had to go get stitches after getting hit with a brick. Michael curtly notes that Namond's changed his shirt, and someone offscreen says he had to, he was stinking so bad. Namond magnanimously offers to buy a treat for "every soldier who stood tall." Dukie quietly reminds Namond that he was there; Namond reflexively bleats, "Fuck you, Duke," but Michael stares him down, and Namond reluctantly holds out a dollar for Dukie to take. Michael steps forward and asks Namond if he got out all right. Namond breezes that he hurt his ankle going around a corner, and Michael pointedly asks, "But you got away, then?" Namond, chastened, doesn't deny it, and holds out a dollar for Michael -- so Namond can buy himself expiation in the form of a bomb pop, I guess.