Funeral home. Under a sculpture of a pair of praying hands on a mantel (nice touch), Bodie is reminding us all of the WorldCom name change Stringer had told his guys about. Stringer, on the other side of the room, patiently says that he told Bodie to change the name of their product: "I didn't say nothing about taking people off a corner." Bodie tensely says that they changed the name of their shitty package so many times that nobody comes to the Towers anymore: "And them Carrollton boys had it going on!" Stringer glares at Bodie under his brow for a while, and finally asks, "Who shot the youngun?" Bodie doesn't know, but says he doesn't think it was anyone on his side. Stringer notes that the cops will "bang some heads on this one." Bodie facepalms, but nods as Stringer goes on: "That means we gotta shut everything down until this shit pass. That means the Towers, the low-rises, everything gotta take a long fucking time-out!" Bodie quietly says he knows, and that he's sorry. Stringer sighs loudly, and Bodie stands up, Stringer meeting him in the middle of the room: "This here game -- it's more than the rep you carry, or the corner you hold. You gotta be fierce. I know that. But more than that, you gotta show some flex. Give and take on both sides." Bodie, chastened, gets it. Stringer orders him to get rid of any weapons that fired a bullet on that corner -- and not just to throw it in a storm drain, either, but to get Shamrock to round everything up and throw it in the harbour. Bodie sets to his task. Stringer stares at the floor, wishing he could recruit help from his Econ class.