Somewhere else, McNulty is stripped to just his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, on the walkie, telling Kima about Brandon's current state (cold, and getting colder) and the location he was found. They agree that they need to get in touch with Omar, and McNulty reverses all the way up to the corner like one of the buttholes on my block who think you can contravene the "one way" rule as long as your car is pointing in the right direction.
In family court, a judge is flicking through some papers, saying, "I don't often see a respondent come so prepared for a juvenile commitment meeting." Surprise! The juvenile in question is Bodie, looking tidy if uncomfortable in his nice court suit. With his grandma behind him in the well, Bodie sits between Levy and an apparently nameless lady lawyer (I'll call her Ally) who is showing off signed statements from his sponsors at the Police Athletic League, and a copy of a cheque that shows he's enrolled in a GED program at Baltimore City College. Wow, it's like my immigration visa application all over again. Levy glances smugly across at the...prosecutor? Is that what they're called in family court? Anyway, the guy looks pre-defeated, even with all the stacks of folders all over his table, and the banker's boxes on the floor. The judge suspiciously asks how an at-risk youth like Bodie can afford two lawyers from Levy's firm, and Levy claims that they're working pro bono: "My firm is making it a priority to identify a number of city youths who are in crisis, and to undertake efforts to reorder their lives." Bodie swallows a grin at this, and turns around to look at his grandma, who nods proudly. The prosecutor gets up to note that Bodie is "under a delinquent petition for the sale of narcotics, and further, for assault on a police officer." He also points out that Bodie busted out of Boy's [sic] Village. The judge puts his glasses back on and rifles through his papers like, "Oh, no shit?" Levy smoothly says that Bodie acknowledges "that he was involved, for a time, in the sale of a small amount of drugs -- a transaction for which he received no remuneration, having been manipulated by older traffickers in his neighbourhood." Bodie screws up his face in a grimace of innocence lost. It's...kind of hilarious. Levy goes on to say that Bodie was the victim of "a brutal police beating" -- which is not entirely inaccurate, of course -- and that Bodie only struck back in self-defense. As for the juvie break, Levy chalks that up to Bodie's having been "heavily medicated" when he walked out of Boy's [sic] Village, and that he was just trying to get back to see his grandma. Cut to Bodie, who raises his eyebrows a tiny bit as if to say, "Damn, that's not bad." The judge asks Bodie whether he knew what he was doing when he left Boy's [sic] Village. Objection! Leading the witness! Levy motions Bodie to stand, which he does, duly reporting that he was "messed up." The judge asks if he has anything to add, and Bodie says, "Just...I don't know. I'm ready to be good." The judge says that, pending a hearing in six months, Bodie's on home monitoring with his grandma. At this, Levy sits up to say that Grandma Bodie doesn't have a phone on which she could take any monitoring calls. Oh, of course she doesn't. "She's on a fixed income, Your Honour," Levy adds. The judge decides that maybe Bodie can just call his probation officer twice a week. Bodie stands and agrees, "Cool. Whatever. Your Honour." I can't believe Levy didn't try to say that wouldn't work, either, because Bodie never learned to use a phone.