But dang, people, that 90 minutes of TV was darn near warmhearted.
All of David Simons disgust over his fair citys broken bureaucracies was still there.
Yes, Valchek, a fish-smelling potato of a man, rose in the end.
Yes, Levy swilled champagne and lived to ooze another day.
Yes, Templeton and his pinheads won themselves a glass door knocker.
Yes, our dear Dukie had rubber wrapped around his upper arm by nights end.
But there was great mercy in this episode.
Let them, the boobs and the pushers, think theyve won.
But McNulty, in his own way, was right.
They dont get to win.
Because this wasnt a night for tragedy.
From the quote by the citys sage, H.L.
Your show is over.
Oh, Ill throw a wine bottle at the TV ifThe Wiredoesnt win any Emmys this year.
(They said it was for family reasons.
Guess I got some kids I dont even know about.)
There are still some forces of good in the justice world.
Omar may be dead, but at least that little twerp Kenard was in handcuffs by the end.
That would have just been too cheesy and manipulative a setup right?
as Landsman praised a man who was naturalpoh-leese.
Nah, McNulty opened his eyes wide at us at home, and the party began.
Prez is happy at school.
Gus and Fletcher love their paper.
Ronnie believes in the law, and that it can be bent without breaking.
He left his wake early to go home to his woman.
He found his code again and went home to bed.
Speaking of men with codes, Michael is the new Omar.
I know, its a hammy stretch, but come on, Michael is the new Omar.
Were going full circle here.
Finally though, Id like to remember the scene of Bunk and Kima working a crime scene.
The two were in the zone.
Good hunting, you two.
Hold down your city.
Just one question for you readers: What did you love?
