Also, Marlo will be conducting the meetings from now on. First order of business -- re-distributing Hungry Man's piece of the business, which Marlo offers to Slim Charles. Slim respectfully and wisely declines: "I ain't cut out to be no CEO." Also, people who work near you have a funny habit of getting dead. In that case, Marlo decrees, the promotion goes to Cheese, who readily accepts. Slim Charles's look of palpable disgust is priceless. Next order of business -- there will be no more meetings. "I ain't really one for meets no how," Marlo says. "Anybody got a problem from here on out, bring it to me or sit on that shit." The faces of the other co-op members suggest that they are skeptical about the new complaint process. They're going to like the next edict even less -- Monk will be handling supply on the West side, and Cheese will control it on the East. "One more thing," Marlo adds on his way out the door. "Price of the brick going up. Thirty more." The assembled drug lords manage to suppress their enthusiasm for this new world order.
Back at the Sun, Gus walks gingerly up to the desk of that bearded guy who's heavily invested in the education series and breaks the news to him that his series is getting spiked for the newly approved "All Homelessness! All the Time!" coverage scheme. This will save me the trouble of having to learn the bearded guy's name. But there's no time to dwell on my innate laziness -- Templeton's on the TV, and so the entire newsroom gathers around the tube to watch this particular boob. He's being interviewed by Nancy Grace and -- OH GOD! MY EYES BURN! THE PROTECTIVE GOGGLES DO NOTHING! Anyhow, Nancy Grace, reveling in one of the few times that she's not the most contemptible person in her studio, tells Scott what an incredible moment it must have been for him as a reporter. And he's all, aw shucks, ma'am, it weren't nothing, because it actually weren't. And Nancy Grace keeps asking him if he's scared and if he's going to keep up his relentless brand of fearless reportage, and finally Gus can't take it anymore and walks away from the TV and back to his desk, where he starts typing furiously. Perhaps he despises Nancy Grace, too, in which case, he just moved up a notch or two in my estimation.
In an alley somewhere, Freamon and McNulty are meeting for a progress report on their scheme to get real resources for their fake investigation. Mostly, however, McNulty is just airing his grievances against the people that done him wrong. Like stupid Judge Phelan who won't tap the phones at the Baltimore Sun because of the stupid Bill of Rights. "What would you want with more wires?" Freamon asks, not unreasonably. "We've got all we need." It's the principle of it all, McNulty protests, which is the first time McNulty is anywhere near the word "principled" without the letters "u" and "n" wedged in there. Oh, also, McNulty's miffed about Landsman's blowing off his surveillance team request. "Assholes," McNulty fumes. "They're going to need another body, aren't they?" McNulty's the kind of a fellow who, if he ever fell into a hole, would decide that the best way out is to dig, isn't he? Freamon offers to hand him the figurative shovel, by telling Oscar in the Southern District to keep an eye out for any tamper-friendly dead bodies.