Corner. Bodie smugly surveys all the territory he gained in his recent power play. A guy in a blue truck stops, and Bodie sidles off while one of his minions approaches, offering the guy "WMD." The client wants what he had the other day. Bodie's guy claims that's what he's selling, but the client says, "The other day you was calling it 'bin Laden.'" If the naming convention is "things the U.S. government can't find," they should call the next package "Exit Strategy." Anyway, Bodie pitches, "Now it's WMD. It will mass-destruct your ass...Same shit, new name." The client buys, though he's dubious about it -- and right to be so, as we well know.

In a cozy kitchen, a mom putters around breakfastily while a little boy works on homework at the table, and a littler girl sits on the floor. It's such a nice, mellow family moment that -- even though The Wire doesn't usually stoop to cop-show clichés -- you know something horrible is about to happen. Okay, it's kind of telegraphed by the episode title, but still. Anyway: sure enough, Mom looks out the window to the alley, where Poot is standing by a cinder block, from which one of his colleagues retrieves a dose of WMD. Mom watches the whole transaction with resignation, and then turns around to Boy, directing him to go get ready for school. Safer or less safe upstairs? Let's find out!

Someplace else, Bodie's rival (formerly Easter Bunny, though now he's dressed more sensibly in a navy short-sleeved tracksuit) is assembling a slightly larger crew than before, and checking that everyone's sufficiently armed. They split into two factions, and then a kid on a BMX bike peels out, warning Bodie and his crew that a storm's a-brewin'. Bodie et al spring into action, grabbing weapons from various hiding places; as soon as he sees the other dudes come around the corner, he gets off the first shot. The members of the rival gang duck.

In the kitchen, Mom hears the shot, and stoops to scoop up her daughter and flee the room.

Out on the street, civilians haul ass inside while the shooting continues.

As Mom races up the stairs with her daughter in her arms, she yells at her son to get on the floor and stay there; we hear him call back, "Okay, Mama!" He'll be fine. Mom makes for the bathroom, getting in the tub with her daughter.