Omar and Brandon respectfully turn and head back to the van, but McNulty calls after Omar that he used to work the Homes, when Omar's brother was in play there. Omar returns, and McNulty adds, "You get a chance, let him know they blew up [Dylan] last night." Brandon looks distressed at this, but Omar silences him with a look, and just says, "Good man. Lot of enemies." McNulty and Kima turn toward their car, which is when Omar takes his turn to call them back, asking if they're trying to find Bird: "Word is he dropped a working man." This gets McNulty's attention, and he asks whom Omar's talking about. Omar comes back, smiling, with his hands spread, and says, "Ain't but one working man, now, is there? And Bird? I think your snitch can handle that. Shit, Bubbles know Bird." Kima and McNulty look at each other like they're scared Omar might have them up on a wire. Man, if Lester and Omar ever joined forces, they could turn Baltimore around in about four days. And everyone who lived there would have incredibly gorgeous, delicate, tiny furniture.
At his former house, McNulty picks up one of his boys' bikes from the front walk and sets it on the porch; he rings the bell, then knocks, then just slaps the door, but no one answers. Oh, it's sad.
At the detail office, Lester knocks on Daniels's door and asks for a minute. Daniels invites him to sit, but Lester says, "This is better said standing up." Without any further ado: "You know, I've been thirteen years on the shelf. I ain't bitched. It was me that put me there. But I'm here now, and I've got to say a piece. We should have had a tap on the Project pay phones by now." Daniels sighs exhaustedly. Lester: "A wire there will get us the drugs. Keep pushing, we'll get a whiff of the money, too. Now, I know you're serious about climbing that career ladder, and I know how slippery it gets the higher you go. But me -- I don't want to go to no dance unless I can rub some tit." Daniels, without even a smirk: "I appreciate your honesty." Lester wishes Daniels a good night and takes off. Can I just say, I would totally go to that dance.
At McNulty's, we learn the reason his bed's in the living room: because the one bedroom there is for the kids. He's built a set of bunkbeds, and set them up -- with bedding, Elena -- along with a dresser, a contrasting area rug, a shelf full of toys and books, a poster of Tyrannosaurus Rex, and even fucking curtains. And now he's lying on the bottom bunk, alone. And it's sad. Elena sucks.