Cut to some less privileged kids, on a poorly lit city sidewalk after dark. Apparently, running circles around their mom as she tries to get home with some groceries qualifies as "playing," because they're laughing like it's the most fun they ever had. McNulty pulls up to the curb, asking Bubbs, "This good for you?" Bubbs, pensive, mutters his assent, but then adds, "Thin line between heaven and here." It does sort of seem like Bubbs has just never had any concept that it could be possible to grow up and live in Baltimore without ever knowing the horrors of the Westside. McNulty kind of nods at the truth of Bubbs's observation, and Bubbs smiles and hops out. McNulty watches as Bubbs walks quickly up an alley, and then pulls off.
There's a rare mid-episode blackout, and then it's daytime in the Pit. Laundry is hanging up on a clothesline, flapping in the high wind, and some kids are playing two-on-two (with what looks like a laundry basket with a hole cut in it substituting for the hoop), and D'Angelo's sitting on the couch with Wallace and Poot, chewing over Omar's stickup. "How did he know where the stash at?" asks Poot. "The narcos don't know, but he do? Because some nigger's snitching." D'Angelo says that it wouldn't require any snitching for Omar and his comrades to "creep by" and figure out where the stash was.
Wallace chews his lips a moment, and then glances up to see Bodie staggering toward them. Wallace is stunned at how badly Bodie was fucked up. As Bodie and D'Angelo lock eyes, Wallace wants to know why Bodie isn't in custody for "banking a narco." Bodie jauntily pulls a screwdriver out of his pocket, and says he stole a Camry: "Y'all want a ride? It's right around the corner." Poot and Wallace chuckle, but D'Angelo still looks wary as Bodie brags, "Boy's Village ain't shit. I'm just too bad for that off-brand little-boy bullshit, man. It can't hold me." At this, D'Angelo finally drops his hard look and starts laughing. Bodie wants to know what's so funny: "If you was me, your ass would still be down there." D'Angelo's face goes hard again as he asks, "You ever seen a city jail, nigger? You ever caught a body? I'm the one who just got home, remember -- eight months over on Eager Street with a body on me, nigger." Good thing no one in this conversation's ever been in prison; that probably trumps D'Angelo's city jail time. "Yeah, you got the one [body]," says Bodie dismissively. "Yeah, the one you know about," says D'Angelo. "Man, y'all little motherfuckers need to ask around."