Bubbs walks down a nice neighbourhood street -- past a literal white picket fence, for God's sake -- where seemingly dozens of kids are playing all over the yards and sidewalks. He puts his hat in his pocket and heads up to a door, trying to make himself presentable. A woman -- his sister, I'm guessing; I'll call her Buttercup --opens the door, recognizing Bubbs with a look of dismay, and as he's still smoothing his shirt down, she flatly greets him: "No." "I ain't even asked for nothing," says Bubbs defensively. A little girl, Tasha, appears in the doorway, and Bubbs leans down with a big smile, telling her she got too pretty. Buttercup tells Tasha to go inside, and Bubbs sadly straightens up and says he's been thinking about getting clean, "...again." Buttercup regards him impassively as he babbles on: "I was thinking, you know, I ain't got no other place to go -- maybe...That's wrong, right?" Buttercup doesn't respond, but Bubbs gets it: "That ain't right, right? Sorry. I'm sorry." He turns on his heel, embarrassed, and starts to stalk off, but Buttercup calls him back: "Wait." He stops on the stairs and turns back around. Her face still stony, Buttercup hands him a house key: "Back door only. There's an old sofa in the basement, and I'll throw you down some blankets. You try to come up those stairs and I'm gonna call the police on you, I swear I will." Bubbs doesn't try to push his luck by responding, and just wags the key at her happily. Buttercup just shuts the door in his face, possibly already regretting what she's done.

Carver drives around empty streets, commenting, "West fucking Baltimore is on vacation." Stores are even closed in the middle of the day. "No crews slinging in the low-rises, the Towers," Herc observes. They finally see a crowd gathered around an outdoor playground and screech to a stop to see the dozens and dozens of spectators screeching enthusiastically. "What the fuck?" breathes Herc.

The camera cuts to the cause of all the commotion: a basketball game. The player Stringer and Avon scouted at the start of the episode gets a basket; we see his shirt is emblazoned "BEST OF THE WEST," and Carver confirms with a spectator that the game is "West against East." "...Baltimore?" squints Carver. "The Projects, man," says the spectator. "Bragging rights to the Projects." Carver still can't believe it: "The Projects got a ball team?" Herc shrugs. Dude, you should see them tear it up at the Ballroom competition!