Cut to Ronnie and McNulty fucking. I mean, obviously. A good time is apparently had by all, but McNulty has to check: "You?" She smiles: "As if you give a shit." Kima wouldn't have to ask, can I get a what what? Ronnie and McNulty kiss, and then he rolls off and we see Ronnie's boobie. "You're an asshole, McNulty," she murmurs. "What the fuck did I do?" he smirks. Ronnie shakes her head. Hey, you fucked it.

The Pit, at night. D'Angelo checks in on how much is left of a pack they're working. They're down to fifty or sixty, and the re-up's late. He tells Bodie to call Stinkum again, and gets up, asking if they want anything from the take-out place. Bodie orders a lake trout sub. D'Angelo leaves just in time for Poot to roll up, complaining that he didn't get to jump in on the order. Stinkum and some other guy come around the corner -- which Poot announces: "Re-up's coming" -- and keep going past them, telling them "ten minutes."

At the door of 546, Stinkum's companion knocks and enters. Stinkum waits outside, as we can hear the sound of a gospel choir wafting through the pit.

Inside, one guy plays a videogame (or possibly messes with his Sidekick) while another reads a comic book, both sitting on milk crates, with a makeshift milk crate table between them. We hear aggressive talk outside, and then the door's kicked in, and Omar enters, shotgun in hand. The two guys pop up, and Omar orders them to the floor; his henchmen bring in Stinkum, who looks like he might have gotten a shotgun butt to the teeth. "Where it at?" asks Omar, threatening a guy with his seriously gigantic firearm. The guy tries to front like he's hardcore, saying that there's nothing there, but it doesn't last long after Omar shoots him in the knee. Soon Bodie and Poot have been hustled into the room as well, and the other kid guarding the stash -- who looks like he might be thirteen -- looks at his colleague's ruined knee and tells Omar that the stash is in the kitchen, under the sink. Omar sends Brandon to go get it, which he does, reporting that they've got "two g-packs," and adding, "Let's roll." "Just two?" Omar asks the kid. Brandon starts, "Omar," like he's about to urge him not to get greedy, but Omar shuts that down with a look (way to say his name, Curly), and Brandon backs off. Omar and Co. back out of the stash house, leaving the Barksdalies writhing in pain.