The kids have reconnoitered at their loading-dock hangout, Namond telling Randy that he knows about Walker, and that he's crooked. Donut -- flipping through an issue of Auto Mart -- says that what he really wants is a bubble-top Caprice, but Namond warns everyone to shut it as Carver rolls up. Carver quietly confirms that everyone knows who he is, and Namond identifies him by name, saying he's a "narco." Carver says he's in auto theft today. Donut and his incriminating magazine try to look casual. Carver declares that if any of them even smiles at a motor vehicle again, they'll get nabbed, and without any juvenile hearing -- just his people settling up with them in the alleys. Namond smugly says that Carver can't do that, and Carver replies, "Try me, Namond." Shocked to hear his name, Namond frowns back at him, and Carver says he knows who they are, where they live, and where they hang. With one last intimidating look, Carver ambles back to his car, though he's gone before he can hear Donut gasp, "Damn, yo! Nice ride!" Is he being sarcastic? Or just planning to boost a cop car out of spite?
Homicide. Holley asks whether Bunk's had any luck catching his shooter. Bunk says no, but that at least he knows who the guy is. Norris asks whether Bunk didn't get anywhere with the family, and Bunk says no, but that the mother wasn't lying the way a mother usually lies. He muses that it was a weird vibe, like she was off somewhere in her head. The phone rings, and Bunk calls that it's Line 4, asking who wants to take it. Norris goes to take it, and Holley says that if Norris picks it up, it'll end up being a domestic with four witnesses in the house, because Norris is lucky like that. But if Holley picks it up, he wonders, will that make it unlucky? Bunk's like, "If you want it, pick it up," and Holley agonizes for a moment before waving at Norris to take it. Turns out it's a body found by a "post officer," with no witnesses or suspects. Too bad for you, dead loser! Holley and Bunk pull a snap, and Norris heads out, leaving Bunk to mutter that it's better to be lucky than to be good.