FBI. McNulty and Kima are telling Fitz about his case, and Fitz is like, "Who?" McNulty says Avon's totally off the radar, despite all the stuff he seems to have done. Kima says that the DEA has a little on Avon, but Fitz says the FBI has nothing that he knows of. He holds up a CD case, telling him it's the "smile of the week."
In the A/V room, Fitz plays it: it's the stash house we saw earlier, getting busted. He ruefully says that it's a career case, not that his bosses care. Kima doesn't know why, and McNulty explains, "All of them mopes in bracelets, and not one of them named Osama." Fitz says that he owes McNulty for the case, and asks what they need. McNulty reels off a bunch of gear they're looking for. Fitz: "That's all?" He asks who's running the case, so he can tell his supervisor. McNulty tells him Daniels, from Narcotics. Fitz seems to recognize the name, but he shoots a look at Kima and just says, "All right, no problem." Kima and McNulty register the pause, but say nothing.
Back at the Pit, it's raining. Something is about to happen that, I have to say, it never would have occurred to me in a million years is a component of running a drug-dealing operation. Wallace, Bodie, and Poot come around a corner, where a bunch of junkies are just milling about. Bodie yells that they all know what this is, and orders them to line up against the wall. As they do, we cut to a view of the proceedings through a blurry window. Bodie promises that they can get "red tops" and "testers" around the corner. The junkies sort of trot around the corner, but before we can see what happens next, we pull back to the blurry window and into a parked Jeep, where "Mister" Omar Little (Michael K. Williams) is surveilling the scene, sitting shotgun; Brandon (Michael Kevin Darnall) is in the driver's seat. Around the corner, where Omar can't see, the lined-up junkies are each being handed a vial. Then, back at the car, we watch as one person -- it's hard to tell, because it's far away, but it possibly could be Poot -- peels off from the group and runs into a low-rise door. In the car, Omar asks if they saw that. We now get a shot of all their faces, and see that there's another guy, with a camouflage bandanna, sitting between Omar and Brandon; he's got a little spiral notebook in his hands, which at first makes me assume he's taking notes on the process they're watching, but the freeze-frame allows me to see that he's...actually playing Hangman. Heh. Anyway, they all saw the guy, all their attention is trained on the scene with laser focus. "Third from the end," says Camouflage. "That's the stash." "Some real raggedy-ass shit here, boy," Omar opines. "Very sloppy." In another lifetime, Omar would make an excellent management consultant.