LAMBS GO TO SLAUGHTER. A MAN, HE LEARNS WHEN TO WALK AWAY: We learn some surprising things in "Port in a Storm," which ends season two of The Wire, and since some folks are still catching up, let's go below the fold.
The Greek isn't really Greek, and Vondas isn't really Vondas. Seemingly corrupt FBI agent Kourtis isn't corrupt -- more like just selfish (and, again, the feds only seem to care about terrorism, not drugs.) And the case that wasn't ever supposed to be cleared -- the dead girls in the shipping canister -- got cleared after all. Good Police may be a step too late to knock off these kingpins on the big crimes (just as they were last season), but at least a few knights and bishops will be suffering. For now.
One of the things this episode stresses, of course, is that nothing really changes. The Greek's drug supply might be delayed for a week, but there will always be more men to move the product, sell the product, and buy the product. Neither Greggs nor Daniels has found a balance between work life and home, and I fear for both their relationships. And the three Sobotka men (who I referred to as "knuckleheads" in my first reaction to the season) are locked into their tragic fates -- dead, condemned, and wholly unmoored, respectively.
Still, Good Police gets to stick around after this case is over, as part of Daniels' new Major Crimes Unit, and the Stringer-Prop Joe distribution network seems as vulnerable as ever. We'll presumably return to them next week, and the sheer awesomeness of Lester and Bunk, but for now, I'm still haunted by that shot of Nick Sobotka talking to the police, as his head blurs and we see his father's face staring over his shoulder. What a great season of television.