Detail office. Bunk has brought over photos from Nakeesha's crime scene, reporting that Garvey caught the case, knows the witness angle, but doesn't want to draw attention to it by running it "up to the bosses until he knows more." Daniels asks why the Barksdalies would kill Nakeesha now. "Because now they know we're for real," Lester intones. "Avon's cleaning house all the way," McNulty agrees. "First the phones go dead, and then anyone he thinks we might be able to flip." There's a beat, and then Lester and Daniels take turns making "oh shit" faces, and Bunk asks, "What about the boy?" Daniels lets out a soul-shaking sigh: "Fuck me." He picks up the phone receiver and, as he dials, says, "We took him to the shore Friday, and the plan was to bring him back up on the Monday for the grand jury." "And what happened?" barks Bunk. "Greggs got shot," says Lester simply. Yeah, that did kind of distract folks, didn't it? On the phone, Daniels has reached a state trooper detachment, and asks if someone can go check on Wallace. The guy on the other end of the line tells him to hold, and while he waits, Daniels hisses at McNulty to send Sydnor to get Wallace in a car from the motor pool; Daniels is even prepared to let Wallace sleep on his couch. You know, given that she makes Daniels sleep in two-piece pyjamas, I'm going to guess Marla will have some strong opinions about putting up a hopper for the night. Anyway, McNulty takes off, and Daniels turns his attention to Lester, asking about Shardene. "The woman's got heart," says Lester, trying to keep the little stars out of his eyes. Daniels, still holding on the phone, explains that he means he wants her protected: "No more bodies." "Well, I got room up at my place; she can lay up with me," says Lester, actually sounding casual until he adds "I got no problem with that," with a leer so small it could fit into one of his miniature armoires. "Remember who you are, Detective," says Daniels sternly. "Protect and serve, Lieutenant," says Lester sincerely, thinking about how he'd like to "serve" Shardene. I'm thinking chocolate syrup might come into play.

Pit. D'Angelo is trying to filter "No Child Left Behind" down to Wallace, as he explains, "This here game, it ain't gonna work for you no more. You leaving, you stirred up some shit. I'm saying it ain't your fault or nothing--" Wallace says he appreciates what D'Angelo's trying to do for him, but that he grew up in the low-rises: "I guess this is home, right?" D'Angelo very seriously says that Wallace isn't hearing him. He says that when people ask if he's in the game, he should say he's in it for life, playing hard and tight: "No loose talk, no second thoughts, and no snitching." Wallace chews his lip at this last part, but before D'Angelo can look too hard at his guilty body language, a car pulls up. D'Angelo goes over as the passenger-side window is rolled down, and playfully asks the woman in the driver's seat, "What you doing down in the PJs? You lost?" She says she's looking for him: "A working man gotta eat!" D'Angelo reaches in the window for a bag of what he identifies as his "favorite spicy fishcakes." Blah blah blah. He thanks her sweetly and says he needs to get back to work, leaning in first to give her a kiss on the hand. Wallace watches this exchange blankly, and when D'Angelo celebrates his lunch from Sterling's, Wallace reveals that he's never heard of it: "Shit, if it ain't up on the Westside, I don't know shit." He crooks his thumbs back toward the Pit: "This shit, yo? This is me, yo. Right here." D'Angelo nods, and Wallace asks, "Who was that -- your new girl or something?" Hee! Shocked, D'Angelo says that it was his mom, Brianna (Michael Hyatt -- also of Drive, briefly). Wallace wishes he had a mom who'd bring him exotic fishcakes from as far away as 29th Street. Or, a mom.