The Wire, Season Five, Episode 3

Summary: McNulty successfully fakes evidence of a Baltimore serial killer, yet nobody cares. Lester explains that he's failed to include the kind of lurid psycho-sexual element that will bump the story onto the front page. Bunk is increasingly (and amusingly) aghast. Prop Joe gives Marlo money-laundering lessons. The Sun's parent company hands down a new round of budget cuts, forcing the closure of all foreign bureaus and firing / buyout of veteran reporters. The Fabulist makes up some more stuff while acting like even more of a snot. Burrell tries to feed Carcetti fake crime stats, not realizing that Valchek gave the mayor the real stats first, so Carcetti sets the wheels in motion to can Burrell and replace him with Daniels. Clay Davis continues to feel the heat. I think I could watch a whole hour of nothing but Clay Davis. Michael begins to conclude that certain aspects of working for the Marlo organization--such as working seven days a week on the corner and being asked to murder small children--aren't so great. Method Man gives up Butchie to Chris and Snoop, who promptly torture him (Butchie) to death in an effort to smoke out Omar. He was indeed a tough old man. Snoop continues to question the wisdom of the "provoke the baddest man in Baltimore into trying to kill us all" strategy. Omar, blissfully on vacation in the Carribean with his boyfriend, hears the news about Butchie. Duh-duh-DUH!!!!

This episode continues the proud Wire tradition of constructing scenes that assume you've studied every scene in every episode with Talmudic intensity, like when Daniels and his ex-wife fret about Burrell possibly revealing old allegations of Daniels doing something vaguely corrupt back when he was involved in drug investigations, before the show even began. I can't remember the last time this fact was even mentioned, and its never been clear to me whether the allegations are even true, but nothing is ever forgotten on The Wire, because it's all connected. Bonus: Pearlman grilling Clay Davis' driver about the $20,000 he got caught with all the way back in Season One.

Now that Omar has reappeared, the most signicant characters yet to show up are, in no particular order:

Cutty
Prez
Bunny
Namond
Randy
Poot
Royce
Brother Mouzone

Episode three seems like as good a time as any to put The Prop Joe Question on the table. To wit: the "prequel" webisode featuring Joe is dated 1962, where he looks to be about ten, give or take. That means Joe is now roughly 55 years old. Allowing for time to work up through the ranks, etc., he's been seriously in The Game for 30 years, minimum. Joe, more than anyone else on the show, has figure out the two essential truths of The Game, and their resulting corollary: 1) Making money is the easy part. 2) Staying alive and out of prison is the hard part. Ergo, the smart play is: Whenever possible, trade money for a reduced risk of being imprisoned or killed. But even given the resulting reduced income, Joe must be fabulously rich; heroin has been in Baltimore since the 70s and crack since the 80s. As we learned this week, to nobody's surprise, Joe knows how to launder money into offshore accounts. His position as the middleman betweent The Greek and the rest of the Co-op members must be extremely lucrative, I assume he's the equivalent of "The Bank," the position Stringer Bell was shooting for before he got shot. Yet Joe must also know that while he can reduce the odds against him, he can't ever eliminate them entirely. Eventually he'll roll snake eyes and get caught in the Marlo-Omar crossfire, or something along those lines. You can have a short run, or you can have a long run, but only The Game remains.

Given all that, what the heck is Proposition Joe doing in East Baltimore? Why does he spend all day in the back of a repair shop in his ratty hoody, dressed liked Kevin Smith, while bad men with guns come and go? He's a smart guy -- why not learn French and retire to Antigua? I don't get it. I suppose the only plausible explanation is that he just enjoys The Game for its own sake. Sam Zell is pushing 70 and has $6 billion, yet he's busy buying media companies, screwing around with Wrigley Field, and imposing real-life cost cuts on newspapers like the real-life Baltimore Sun. Same principle, I guess. The only other explanation is some kind of horrible last season retcon involving numerous heretofore unmentioned losing trips to Atlantic City and Vegas, a la The Sopranos, but I think David Simon is too smart for that.