McNulty's nursing a hefty hangover at the office, and he's holding an ice-pack to his head as he cusses and drinks coffee. "Must've been a good ride, 'cause he never went home," jokes Kima with Bunk. "Same shirt as yesterday." Heh, true. Kima walks away, and Bunk asks Jimmy if his lady gave him shit. Offended, McNulty says, "No!" Landsman comes in with a DOA case, and McNulty says he's too hungover to take it. "Both of you, you're up," Landsman tells them. McNulty's pissed.

Michael's made his way behind the house, and readies his pistol as gunshots ring out from inside the house. He draws his weapon as a little boy runs outside, but can't bring himself to shoot, thank God. I don't think I could take that.

Back at Jessup, Marlo's returned to speak with Sergei. I guess Auntie Barksdale got the hundred thou, because Avon, who's standing right there, ushers the Russian in. "'Sup, Boris?" says Marlo. "You know who I am?" He tells him he's his "rich uncle" who's been sending all the cash. "In my country, I was in jail four years. In my country, this is not prison. This is nothing. I don't need money. I don't need you." He calls Marlo a gang-banger, but Marlo doesn't pay any mind, and expresses his hope that Sergei can put him in contact with the Greeks. Sergei looks back at Avon, who nods. "Seeing as you don't need my money, Vondas might be happy to have it. If he don't want to see me, he won't. But if he do, it's you that made it happen." Sergei seems to understand perfectly well. Avon flashes a W with his right hand and pounds his heart, letting Marlo know that Westside dudes need to stick together.