Outside, Partlow nails up the plank, and Snoop suggests that they go out for Chinese food. As you do.
Prez's classroom. Prez is trying to administer a practice test, but everyone's talking -- and confused. One girl says that he taught them using food-based examples, and everything in the practice test is about cars. Prez tells her it's just a different object, and that they should pay attention to the numbers. Calvin says that those are messed up too, since they never did thirds, but Prez says that it's all the same -- 1/3, 1/5, etc. -- just different denominators. Charlene asks how you get 1/3 of a car. Dukie helpfully says that it's 1/3 of all the cars, and Charlene freaks, "WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!" and stomps out. Randy turns around to look quizzically at Dukie, who shakes his head like, "Chicks, man."
Someplace. Partlow and Snoop are teaching a master class in assassination, pretty much. If you get close, you take a head shot, because your victim might be wearing a vest. But if you have to shoot from so far away that you can't be sure you'll get off a head shot, you aim for the belly, ass, or junk, since vests don't go down that far. Then, when your quarry is down, you finish him with a head shot. Snoop is very proud of her little chickadees. Maybe they can have their afternoon class outside!
John's. Marlo's stopped by to give Prop Joe Herc's card; Prop Joe crows that he knew the city would come calling. The subject turns to the great job Marlo's done running the New York crews out of the Eastside. However, he says that disappearing the bodies defeats the purpose of taking guys out -- since if they're just gone, no one knows whether the guys just went back to New York or something. Marlo affably says that he'll talk to his people, and Prop Joe says that he'll look into Herc. Looks who's got a new rabbi all of a sudden!
Morning dawns on the Eastern District, where a bunch of undercover cops are about to deploy. One tells Carcetti -- who's visiting today -- that they're a bunch of "hungry motherfuckers." Hungry for justice!
Duquette's class. The codification of corner values continues, with Bunny asking if you can ever let anyone get one over on you. Namond says that if you let a guy slide for a dollar, he'll think you're weak -- and the next day he'll be into you for two. Kwame agrees that letting someone in your crew get away with shit makes you a chump. "So you got to fuck him up," says Zenobia, awkwardly correcting herself: "Mess him up." Darnell disagrees, though, saying that you save beatings for "something real," since beating a guy over "some bullshit" just loses you a good worker. Eh, he's probably drunk. But the general consensus seems to be against Darnell, and a general hubbub kicks up. Bunny calls for them to quit talking over each other: "This how you communicate out on them streets?" So Darnell takes the floor: "Your boy come back to you like, say this happened, that happened--" "Then you fuck him up," says someone else offscreen, but Darnell says he'll make the hypothetical guy make it up to him out of his own cut; if he's a good worker, he'll know what to do. This gets a rumble of agreement. Darnell adds that if the guy says he has to think about it, "then that nigga run a game on you." "And then you fuck that nigga up!" says Namond excitedly, as if he's ever fucked up anything bigger than a breadbox. Bunny asks why it's like this. The discussion descends into Crossfire-esque chaos again; Bunny asks for "one voice," and Namond nominates Darnell to explain. "There always people watching," says Darnell simply. Markeith backs him up: "Watching...you." Yeah, Bunny knows what it's like to get watched. And then get in big-ass trouble.