Proving my point, McNulty grabs a line from the back of the boat and tosses it to Bubbs, instructing him to "stick that on the thing." That's what she said? "The cleat?" says Bubbs, disgusted. "Ain't you know nothing?" As McNulty takes a line from the prow of the boat, preparing to make another of his piss-poor knots, Bubbs mutters, "I don't know, maybe it's just me, but something's way the fuck wrong with this picture." Motioning toward McNulty's handiwork, he asks, "What the hell is that?" McNulty shrugs: "A Baltimore knot." Heh. Well, it's janky and doesn't really work; that's probably as good a name as any. Bubbs hasn't heard of a Baltimore knot, but McNulty cheerfully says that it's never the same thing twice. How has McNulty never just lost a boat? Like, had it drift out to open water? Maybe doing something that would legitimately require him to get reassigned would be a sign of good luck. Anyway, Bubbs climbs aboard the now-moored boat as McNulty says that his "detecting days are over." Bubbs wants to know why McNulty had him looking for Omar, then. McNulty says that's old business, and catches Bubbs up on the Gant case. Bubbs pulls a slip of paper from his pocket and hands it over, telling McNulty that he can call that number and leave Omar a message. McNulty, grinning, goes to take it, but Bubbs teasingly flicks it back before giving it to him. McNulty congratulates him on his great work and gives him a bill: "Cab fare." Bubbs, hesitantly, says, "You say tit for tat, and we let slide on a little County caper. I got to think that, you know, you need to think about what it was you had me endeavouring to accomplish." McNulty looks up, squinting. "I mean, what the fuck, man?" mumbles Bubbs. "I'm not out there asking about no random-ass, who-give-a-damn nigga. No, sir! I'm making inquiries in your behalf, in regards to that fucking unforgiving, motherfucking Omar, man." Yes, I think that's his full name on his driver's license. McNulty, not really taking this monologue too seriously, smiles and asks, "Why? He play you hard?" Bubbs says that he went at Omar "respectable," and that Omar put his shotgun in Bubbs's face. McNulty chuckles -- and I will take the non-dick interpretation and say that McNulty can obviously see that Bubbs is okay (physically, at least) (or at least is no worse off than he was before McNulty sent him on this mission). Bubbs finally gets to his point: he thinks he's earned more than "good work, Bubbs," and a little money. McNulty doesn't disagree, and gives him what I think is forty more dollars. Stupid monochromatic American money.