So one interminably long credits sequence later, we're at the opening black-screen epigraph: "...when it's not your turn" -- McNulty.
Det. William "Bunk" Moreland (Wendell Pierce) walks into the courthouse with McNulty, who's apparently just finished retelling the tale of his crime-scene patriot. Bunk asks whether the witness gave up Snot's shooter, and McNulty replies with something that involves the words "Newport" and "Grand Jury" but is otherwise incomprehensible to me even after three passes. Lose the gum, West. As they pass through a security gate, McNulty asks the incredibly aged guard at the desk in which room the Barksdale case is being tried, and the guy can't hear him, either because he's ninety-two or because he also wishes Dominic West had gone to a dialogue coach because he can't understand his mushmouthed line readings either. McNulty's like, "Skip it," and he and Bunk part ways. I'm not sure, but I think McNulty might be in black jeans. Not even Jerry Seinfeld wears those anymore, hoss.
McNulty strolls into the courtroom as a witness, William Gant, is testifying that it is his signature on a photo array card. The prosecutor asks whether Gant sees the man he identified in the coutroom today, and lowers a briefcase lid, obscuring the face of the defendant, D'Angelo Barksdale (Larry Gilliard Jr.). Several things happen in rapid succession: McNulty sits down across the aisle and slightly back from Stringer Bell (the fantastic Idris Elba -- and, lord, Dominic West could have just gone to his dialogue coach, because I never had any inkling that he was English; in fact, I recently saw an interview with him about that Tyler Perry abortion he was in earlier this year, and his real accent kind of freaked me out); Gant looks at D'Angelo; Wee-Bey (Hassan Johnson) struts into the courtroom; we follow Gant's gaze from Wee-Bey to a nonplussed Stringer to an anxious D'Angelo. With a slight stammer, Gant raises his hand and points to D'Angelo. The prosecutor turns it over to D'Angelo's lawyer, Maury Levy (Michael Kostroff, who I swear only plays lawyers; at least here he gets to play a crooked one instead of the usual schlubs), who asks Gant whether he'd ever seen D'Angelo before the day in question. Gant swallows and says no, sounding seriously terrified.
Judge Phelan (Peter Gerety, late of David Simon's previous series, Homicide) excuses the witness, and as the prosecutor calls the next witness, Nakeesha Lyles, D'Angelo turns his delicately furrowed brow back toward Stringer, who nods almost imperceptibly. Another guy I don't recognize walks in and takes a seat just as Nakeesha, already looking like she's over all of this, stomps up to take the stand. That she's totally chewing gum also contributes to the impression that she's not taking the proceedings as seriously as she might. Once she's sworn in and starts to give her testimony, we cut to Stringer, who allows himself the tiniest smirk as he continues to sketch; behind him, McNulty leans forward, trying to get a glimpse at Stringer's pad. As we learn that Nakeesha was working as a security guard on the night of D'Angelo's alleged crime, Stringer pointedly turns around, staring over the rims of his glasses at McNulty, and holds up his legal pad, on which he's drawn a superhero gesturing angrily, "FUCK YOU DETECTIVE" emblazoned across the top of the page in bubbly block capitals. Please, Stringer, go paint that on the side of the Irish pub downtown; it seems to be the best place to reach your target audience. McNulty snickers and leans back. Stringer, his point made, repositions himself in his seat.