Chronic can't believe that McNorris failed. McNorris says that he was going to fail, and Chronic knew he would. Chronic says that there are other options beside the governor. He says McNorris should get the original prosecutor, Fisher, to ask for a stay on his behalf. "You ask him about Wesley Egan," he tells McNorris. "Wesley Egan is the key to proving that if they put poison in my veins tonight, they gonna be killin' an innocent man." McNorris gives Chronic a really good, really firm, totally serious pointing, and then stands up. "Egan!" Chronic shouts for no reason, showering a table in his spittle. If this show gets any more testosterone-fueled, I'm gonna sprout a dick.

"Wesley Egan?" Andrea asks. Love how all of these POVs are unwinding and weaving together to tell an intricate story, don't you? Andrea can't believe that McNorris doesn't know who Wesley Egan is. Is he the kid from Mr. Belvedere? Andrea realizes that McNorris didn't read Chronic's file. McNorris admits that he fell asleep on the plane. Well, someone's working hard at a promotion, isn't he? Or is that because he's this famous drunk we've never had any proof about? Andrea then says that a few Irish whiskeys would make a man sleep on the plane. I guess they're still trying to make us believe that McNorris can't stop sucking the bottle. McNorris: "This children's book he wrote. Wesley, the Big, Fat Liar? Is that what he's talking about? This children's book?" Okay, I guess he's drunk, because I don't understand what the hell he's talking about. Andrea tells him to read the file. Andrea won't help him, so indignant that McNorris is too drunk to read the report that she doesn't care a man's life is at stake. She tells him again to read the file. McNorris says he doesn't have time, since he's trying to get Fisher from a Nob Hill fancy-pants party. Andrea still won't help him, saying that everything he needs to know is in the file. Is this so that we don't have to hear anything, and we can just move forward with the plot? No? Well, great.

Fearless. 10:07 PM. Fearless, Wahlberg and Ramos are grilling Manzani, asking him over and over again whether there's anything that might help them locate the kidnapped cop. Manzani describes the woman who flagged them down. No scars, no tattoos, didn't see a getaway car. Manzani asks if they can grid the neighborhood. Fearless says they don't have time. He asks why they didn't wait for backup. Manzani says it was an emergency situation. Ramos asks why Manzani let his partner, the boot, take point (meaning the rookie got into the more dangerous position). Manzani says he didn't tell him to; he just did. Ramos can't believe Manzani let this "mystery woman" get out of his sight. She didn't, actually. She was right there, macing the kid. "Yeah," Manzani says. "For a second. What is this? My partner was kidnapped. What are you asking me for? What are you asking me?" Wahlberg asks if they checked all the doors in the house. Manzani confesses that they didn't, but they should have. Fearless asks if the gang flashed any signs or used slang when they ambushed them. Manzani says he couldn't really identify them, since he took half a can of pepper spray to the face. Ramos reminds him that his partner's life is on the line, and asks him to think: "Just think." Wahlberg leans in and asks for anything. Fearless wants to know if there's something he forgot. Manzani says he told them everything he knows. "If this kid dies, it's on your head, okay?" Ramos tells Manzani. He reminds Manzani that the kid is only a year out of the academy, so he's Manzani's responsibility. Manzani yells that he couldn't see anything. Well, they've badgered him enough that we know he certainly set this entire thing up, huh? It's like they already know that, too. Why don't they bring it up, then? "Sammy." Finally, we get the kid's name. Manzani says they ran when they heard sirens and he must have blacked out right then because he can't remember anything after that. "Why didn't they take you, too?" Fearless asks. "I wish they had," Manzani says. And then, since the writing sucks ass around here, he says again: "I wish they had."