Upstairs at Orlando's, Avon and Stringer are telling Stinkum that they're moving "their thing" to Edmondson Avenue, and taking the gully. Ah -- new territory. Okay. Stinkum asks about Scar, and Avon jokes, "Who?" Stringer chuckles. Avon's giving Stinkum points on the package: "So you make a go of it, you hear me? You working for yourself, too, so you're gonna put out the strong product, and you're gonna get the locals behind it." Avon dismisses him: "We gonna make this money run in a few." Stinkum makes to leave -- the only time he's spoken is to ask about Scar -- and Stringer prods, "Smile or something, nigga." Dude, for real: how hard is it to say "thank you"? Stinkum's all flustered and still doesn't say anything, and as soon as he's gone, Stringer comments that Avon "made that nigga's night." Avon says that Stinkum deserved it. His pager goes off, and he checks it: "It's Wee-Bey. We got one." Stringer asks if he thinks it's Omar, but Avon doesn't: "It's one of the young'uns, I think." "One down, two to go, right?" says Stringer. Yeah, there's no way Omar could possibly line up any more personnel. Keep thinking that! Avon taunts the absent Omar a little, and then Stringer leaves, and Avon gets out a plastic bag and takes it to a safe, which he opens; he then starts loading the bag with wads of cash. Downstairs, Stringer and Stinkum cover Avon as he takes the bag into a car waiting in the alley. It's not the most secure cash handoff I've ever seen, but I bet there are a lot fewer people who'd try to rip Avon off than who'd make a run at, say, an armored car.
A C.S.I. in a lab coat (I'll call him Quincy) shows up at Bunk's cube and tosses him a file, telling him it's a winner. The shell casing Bunk found at Diedre's crime scene matched up with two other cases from the previous year; Quincy bungles the names, but Bunk knows them: "Toreen Boyd, Roland Leggatt." He adds, "That fucker Landsman. How does he do it?" "You like Landsman for these three?" cracks Quincy. Hey, when you work around death all the damn time, you make your own fun. He takes off, and Bunk calls McNulty to give him the good(-ish) news.
Bubbs shows up at a very depressing, certainly publicly owned hospice facility; he asks after Johnny, and is directed to the game room, where the man himself is sitting at a table, his arms splayed out and his head resting on them, not quite watching a Ron Popeil infomercial. Bubbs sets a takeout bag in front of Johnny, who looks thrilled to see Bubbs. Johnny pretends to believe it when Bubbs says that he had a milkshake, but dropped it on the bus. He ruefully tells Bubbs, "Comes in a bag, goes out in a bag." Bubbs doesn't get it, so Johnny shows off his half-full colostomy bag. LOVEly. Bubbs is just as reluctant to take a long look at it, and Johnny tells him, "I fucked up, man." Bubbs says he saw: "There was nothing I could do, you know?" Johnny nods, and says that first he got beaten up, and then he got "this," showing Bubbs a couple of pill bottles. Bubbs takes them and shakes them like a pair of maracas, probably thinking they're some kind of enjoyable painkillers, but Johnny quietly tells him he's got "the bug." Bubbs is like, "Awkward," and sets the bottles gingerly back down on the table: "The bug, huh?" Johnny says that they checked him when he was in the hospital, and Bubbs loudly and angrily asks, "Are they sure?" Johnny doesn't really answer, though the fact that he's in hospice care kind of speaks for itself.