Hey, it's our flightless friend Omar, and from the way he's gingerly wrapping up his ankles and suppressing sobs, I'd say four-story falls don't agree too much with him. That's good, because you'd hate to see Omar take a tumble like that, bounce up with nary a scratch, and say something like, "Looks like there's more than one way to get high, baby." That's the province of Die Hard, not The Wire. Anyhow, Omar is in quite crappy shape, as the grunting and panting and clenching teeth and beads of sweat will attest -- he grabs a broom, and, using it as a crutch, he hobbles out of his hiding place. A quick pan up from Omar to the balcony where he learned that man best leave air travel to the good folks at JetBlue reveals that he's been hiding in the janitorial room of the very building he jumped out of. Now that's unbelievable. You mean to tell me that for all their alpha-predator skills, Chris, Snoop, et al., never bothered to check the supply room not fifty yards from where Omar go boom? C'mon. I'll buy a man hobbling away from that kind of a collision with terra firma, but I won't buy the rest of that.