Somewhat screened from the street by their van, Omar, Brandon, and the other guy (I can't figure out what the hell this character's name is, so I'm going to call him Dylan) sit on a stoop, watching brisk sales of the stash they stole, while Omar counts a wad of bills. "Avon's package always be good," notes Omar. Dylan asks if they made a "sweet score," and Omar guardedly says it's all right: "That play was a little bit raggedy in there, though." Dylan purses his lips, raises an eyebrow, and shakes his head in judgment (much as the original Dylan used to do), and Brandon admits that it was sloppy of him to say Omar's name. Well, at least in that context; Omar might like him to say it...other times. And actually, as he admits his fuckup, Brandon's still smiling, because the teacher's pet knows he's not facing any real reprisal for it. Omar says, "I don't really care you shouted me out. Everybody in these projects been knowing Omar, you heard?" Brandon and Dylan chuckle. "I just don't want them coming down on y'all, baby boy," Omar adds, fondling Brandon's hair. Dylan looks slightly dyspeptic at their PDA, but then looks up and announces, "Shirley coming with her game." "Every fucking day with that shit," mutters Brandon as we see Shirley, a woman barely out of her teens, by the look of it, with an absolutely gorgeous little boy in her arms. "Mister Omar?" she quavers, joggling the baby. "My cheque late." Omar squints at her a moment, but then beckons her forward. She approaches, and Omar -- like any feeling human under such circumstances -- can't help petting the baby, playing with his teeny fingers and stroking his chipmunk cheeks. Finally, he calls down the road to a "Mike," telling him to "hook a sister up, yo." Apparently knowing how little fun he's going to be having this afternoon after his mom gets her fix, Shirley's baby starts bawling, and Shirley takes him off, without a word of thanks to Omar. Dylan repositions his handgun in the front of his pants as he clambers down off the stoop, asking what's next. Omar says he's thinking of working a flush-and-run on the Eastside until things cool down Westside. As Omar and Brandon engage in a little discreet foreplay, tickling each other's fingers, Omar asks if Dylan wants to stay over. Dylan's like, "I'd...rather let you have the place to yourselves, dudes," and says he's going to his mom's. Omar tells him to keep it close, and Dylan agrees, taking off. Left alone, Omar kisses Brandon's hairline, asking, "Who the man?" Brandon eats it up. As it were. And Shirley gets her hookup.
Episode Report CardWing Chun: A | 1413 USERS: B-
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