Prison. Stringer is admitted into a fenced-in area adjacent to the yard. Rubbing his hands together against the cold, Stringer walks up to the fence and greets Avon, who's on the other side; they somewhat cutely dap through the fence. Keeping an eye on the nearby screws, they talk quietly, Stringer telling Avon, "That thing in Atlanta -- settled for now." Avon says that's not why he called Stringer down; this is about Tilghman. Stringer's like, "Got it," and puts Tilghman on his mental To-Kill list. Avon adds that Brianna reminded him of something: "We got promises we got to keep." Stringer says he heard. Avon glances around again, and then tells Stringer to get in touch with Donette, and have her start bringing D'Angelo's son in on a regular basis: "She need to step up and do her fucking part." Stringer agrees, and then asks, "How's Dee taking it?" Avon evasively says, "He gonna do what need to be done, man," to distract from having to admit that he actually doesn't know because he hasn't seen D'Angelo: "Dee need a little help every now and again," he adds -- referring, I guess, to how D'Angelo needs to be reminded of where his loyalties should lie (which is, I guess, not with the taxpayers of Baltimore). "You're not out of reach or nothing like that, right?" asks Stringer pointedly. Avon says he isn't. Stringer: "You sure? He's carrying a lot of weight for us, man." "He's family, man," Avon replies. Stringer nods, but still doesn't quite look satisfied. You can't put a thing past that dude.
Bar. Bunk and Lester are getting McNulty outrageously drunk. And I mean, super-drunk even for him, which I assume they're doing on Cole's behalf so that when he holds McNulty down and kicks the crap out of him for dumping all those Jane Does on Cole's ass, McNulty's too incapacitated to fight back. McNulty tries to call it a night, but Lester tells him that he needs to do all fourteen shots: "One for every member of the dear family you gave to Cole." McNulty duly picks up his next shot, drunkenly braying, "Here's to Ray Cole: a fine detective, and a goodly man." Bunk and Lester crack up, the former telling McNulty, "The look on Landsman's face -- he nearly fucking cried." McNulty laughs helplessly. Lester adds that Rawls stayed in his office all day. McNulty loses it, telling Lester, "Careful, you're giving me an erection!" Heh. Bunk: "Motherfucker, you have outdone yourself this time." Lester tells him, "You ain't never coming back from this -- you know that." Listen to one who knows, James. McNulty isn't so concerned: "Lester, what the fuck can they do to me they haven't done? I'm riding the goddamn boat!" He picks up his next shot: "Here's to Jane Doe 13." Placing the glass upside down on the bar, he adds, "Eleven more years of whatever bullshit they throw at me. I'm gonna put in my papers, take the pension, and walk." "Eleven's a long time to be on the shelf," comments Lester, from his own bitter experience. McNulty can still talk tough, though: "Fuck it. Chew you up, they gotta spit you back out." He raises the last shot and knocks it back: "Fourteen." "He did it," says Bunk, just as McNulty loses control of his extremities and almost hits the floor. Bunk tells him to take it easy: "I ain't picking up that shit." Lester quickly directs him to the bathroom. God, I can't even imagine what might make it into McNulty's puke. Other than booze, I feel like he probably lives on, like, pretzels and raw hot dogs.