The McNulty-Russell homestead. McNulty slinks in, likely long past the witching hour, and makes a beeline for the bathroom to rinse off the stink of that night's debauchery. Trouble is, Beadie appears in the doorway, just as McNulty's washing down the Listerine. "I was out all morning," McNulty offers; Beadie notes that he works the 8-to-4 shift. Since McNulty's trying to fool the whole city into thinking there's a serial killer, why not include Beadie in the charade, too? He notes that he gets called on any suspicious deaths. "Yeah?" Beadie asks, not exactly buying what McNulty's selling. "Where did they reach you?" McNulty allows that he stopped by the bar, which is where he got the call. "I know," Beadie says. "I can smell the Jameson's from here. Jamie and Listerine -- your scent." Yeah, this scene is going to continue, while I imagine HBO actually coming out with a line of McNulty perfume that smells like Jameson's and Listerine. They could even film a Calvin Klein "Obsession"-like commercial where everything's in black-and-white, and McNulty's swanning about while Stringer Bell and Marlo wear turtlenecks and play chess while an announcer murmurs something like "Between dedication and madness lies...McNulty." I'm sorry...the McNulty-Beadie relationship was continuing to crumble while I prattled on. "We had something, Jimmy," Beadie says. "You and me. We had something. You know, when people told me stories about you, about how you were, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't see it." To his credit, McNulty looks mildly ashamed by all this. To his discredit, when his cell phone rings, he still answers it, and heads out -- presumably to desecrate more bodies.
From one of his many vantage points around the city, Omar is watching some of Marlo's foot soldiers. "Marlo's no fool," observes the gent who was tending to Big Man earlier. "He knows you'll be coming for him." But apparently, Marlo and Chris have already begun sleeping in new locales every night to throw Omar off the scent. All right then -- if Omar can't get to Marlo, he'll make sure that Marlo is forced to come to him. "I go after his people, you feel me?" Omar says. "I hurt enough of them, that snake gonna stick his head above that hole." Omar resumes looking out the window, where he sees Monk getting into an SUV. Monk will be the first to die, Marlo declares. If Monk makes it past the credits next week, I owe all of you a Coke.
This time, Oscar found a body that's perfect for McNulty's purposes. In fact, by the time Freamon gets there, McNulty's already moving the corpse around and disposing of the drug paraphernalia that likely did this stiff in. Then McNulty goes about cutting up the corpse's fingertips -- defensive wounds, you know? Freamon remarks that McNulty's "a twisted fuck" and then hands over the dentures. "Don't ever tell my mother or my priest you saw me do this," McNulty pleads, and the camera cuts away before we can see what he's talking about, but my guess is he's using those dentures to put teeth marks in a place you don't want to find teeth marks.