Homicide. By the board, Bunk tells Holley and Crutchfield again that they cleared the case of the delivery woman too soon. They both tell him he's out of line, and the argument is just starting to escalate when Carcetti rolls up, looking at the board and observing, "Lot of names. Too many." "No, we're good with it," says Crutchfield. Ha! I realize he means that they are able to solve that many murders, but it comes out sounding like, "Nah, that's a number of murders I am comfortable seeing committed." Bunk motions to his colleagues, and they all beat feet away from Billy Barty. (Fine, he's not that short. But next to Holley, he's positively Lilliputian.)

In an interrogation room, Crutchfield says that Andre picked Omar out of a photo array. He doesn't know why, nor does he care to know, but now he has a dead female taxpayer whose murder has apparently been solved. Bunk insists that Omar didn't do it, but Crutchfield tells him that they're talking about Omar Little, not the guy who came up with "sixty-two ways for the peanut." Holley cracks up, but Crutchfield goes on, saying that Omar's name comes up all the time -- on two cases of Bunk's, in case Bunk has forgotten that -- so Crutchfield doesn't know why Bunk wants him back out in the street. He vows that, on the next case Bunk catches, Crutchfield will be crawling all over it, second-guessing everything he does. He stomps out, leaving Bunk to beg Holley to go back to the crime scene with him. Holley is dubious, so Bunk sweetens the deal: "I'll give you a back rub that you ain't never going to forget." Holley is flattered -- maybe even a little curious.