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.
Bad neighbourhood. Night has fallen on Carcetti, Simmons, and her entourage, and Carcetti's heading back to the car. He immediately tells Norman that he knows he's late, but Norman tells him not to worry about it: "You did good here." As they drive through the dark streets, Carcetti asks whether Norman thinks the constituents he's just met would really "vote for the white guy." Norman notes that black people have been voting white for a long time, and that it's white people who "don't never vote black." The driver says that Carcetti has his vote, anyway, and in the silence that follows, Carcetti asks Norman whether he's not similarly decided. Norman laughs that the last white man he could vote for was Bobby Kennedy: "And you ain't no Bobby K." Carcetti smirks that Norman could take his money and still not support his candidacy, and Norman puts on a Stepin Fetchit voice to say he do know who pay him, yassir! Carcetti surmises that Norman's going to vote for Royce or Gray, and Norman agrees, "One of those brothers." He cracks up, but it's ambiguous as to whether he really is kidding. That Gray does seem to have some good ideas.
It's full dark when Randy comes running home, just as his foster mother (who hasn't been given a name yet) is coming down the stairs. She scolds him for coming home past his curfew of 9 PM (which is pretty generous for a middle-schooler, or maybe my parents were just mean -- probably the latter), and for smelling of urine. Randy quickly covers that he stinks because he was hanging out with Dukie of the indifferent hygiene habits, and his FM says she supposes it's good that Dukie even has friends before ushering Randy inside and, I hope, forcing him to change into something less pissy.