Courtyard. Bubbs leads the way, Sydnor close behind, acting all squirrelly. We get a close-up of his face, and...yeah, okay. He looks pretty rough now, his skin grey and his lips dry and dusty-looking. Holding up a wall, Sydnor watches Bubbs buy a pair of red tops. Moments later, he approaches the same salesman and makes a buy of his own. Hidden in a nearby van, Kima watches, camera in hand. She snaps a few photos as Sydnor makes a buy from Bodie; the kid who runs up with the product is, like, twelve. Bubbs catches back up with Sydnor, and they move out of the area, loitering by the van and smoking as Sydnor reports to Kima: they did four "hand-to-hands"; two by Sydnor, and two by Bubbs, with Sydnor close enough to see everything. Kima asks from whom, and Sydnor says it was kids: "Young-ass hoppers." He adds that it's a start, and that they're "pretty tight" there. Kima asks if they want to go back out, and Sydnor scoffs that they've already done business with "every crew" operating: "Ain't we supposed to go off somewhere and fire this shit up?" Bubbs is like, "SERIOUSLY." Kima agrees -- we see that Carver's there in the van with her -- and they pull away. As they do, the camera follows the cop van...past Omar's van. Brandon chuckles. "Well, now," says Omar. Indeed.

Back at the detail office, the photos of the day's sales have been tacked up on the bulletin board as McNulty debriefs Sydnor, learning that he didn't see where the money went after he paid. "Nothing but touts and runners here," says Kima. "But then again, you told us so." McNulty doesn't disagree. Daniels comes in, sees the three officers still left, and asks if everyone else has left. Kima says she "cut them loose." Daniels says that he told Burrell about the hand-to-hands, yielding only low-level people, and that Burrell wants them to put everything they have into search-and-seizure and "hit the Projects Wednesday afternoon." Kima and McNulty are like, "Are those Bad Idea Jeans?" Before McNulty can even get rolling, Daniels wearily says, "I know." "Does he think that's what gets us Avon Barksdale?" spits McNulty. Kima says that the buys they made won't net them anyone past the courtyards. Daniels tells her to take whatever they have and "shape it" into probable cause for warrants. Kima says that they don't even know which doors to hit, with the possible exception of a few apartments in the low-rises used as stash houses. Daniels is like, "Awesome Use those." McNulty says that they change stash houses every other day. Daniels: "The man upstairs wants to see a circus. A couple of days from now, I gotta show him three rings." No one's happy about it -- including Daniels, this time, so at least that's...progress? Kima says that Burrell is stupid, and McNulty says he's not: if they can bring in some arrests, Burrell will take them to Phelan, on the theory that it will get Phelan off his back. "And then he buries the fucking case," crabs Kima. McNulty tells her to "pound out some probable cause." Tossing a folder, she bitches that they'll be there all night. McNulty says he won't be. Kima demands to know where he thinks he's going, and we learn that he's taking a principled stand: "I'm not gonna help them gut the case...I can't swallow this shit anymore." Okay, between that and the "suction," can we please send the Baltimore PD a thesaurus so they can come up with some analogies that are a little less gross? He grabs his coat and stomps off.