Morgan Jones smokes a cigarette outside police headquarters for a while. If not for all the promos announcing the fact, it would have been pretty stunning to learn he and Frank are both cops. Inside, a woman with long, curly hair walks up to Morgan as he's fixing himself a cup of coffee. "So, what did I miss last night?" she asks. "Nothing much," he says. Just a little murder is all. She's teasing him because she thinks he was out having fun, seeing as how he's wearing the same clothes two days in a row. "I suppose you did your morning prayers already," Morgan says to her and makes an Islamic gesture, letting us know she's Muslim. A guy who looks important (he's wearing a hat!) walks in, looks around and notes that the room smells like booze. Morgan, looking for even the most tangential of segues, seizes on this one to build some backstory. He complains about having to drag a drunken Brendan home last night. "I'm sick of having Brendan as my partner," he says. "Thank God for Frank, though. I couldn't have handled him on my own." Some random guy happens by to grab a doughnut and fill us in on Frank's girlfriend Katia that Brendan's been mooing about.
Another guy -- this one trailing a certain air of officiousness like a quiet fart in a grocery store aisle -- drifts by and heads for the lieutenant's office. Indeed, he is Simon Boyd of Internal Affairs, as Sergeant Doughnut explains to the onlookers. "You could have given me the courtesy of a heads-up," the hat-wearing lieutenant says. "Charles, come on," Boyd duhs. Charles wonders who might be the target of IA's corruption investigation.
Frank walks in and immediately notices the tenseness at HQ. An assistant fills him in on the goings-on, but nobody knows if it's a real investigation or if it's the mayor flexing some political muscle. Charles leans out of his office door long enough to ask for Brendan McCann, but nobody's seen him. Well, nobody but the people who killed him, but they don't pipe up. "It's Brendan, isn't it?" once Charles has ducked back into his office. He fixes Morgan with an accusatory glare. He glares and glares some more as Boyd's helper dude goes through Brendan's desk.
Frank confronts Morgan in the men's room. "Take a deep breath, Frank," Morgan says while he's taking a leak. Yeah, no thanks, buddy. "Did you know about this?" Frank asks. Morgan says he didn't, but Frank doesn't quite believe him. He remembers Brendan's rant about the rats and thinks he was talking about Internal Affairs. Do men in real life have conversations while peeing? Or is it just a TV thing? Because I'm having a hard time focusing on anything but the sound of the streams hitting the urinals. Morgan doesn't like all this questioning, so he deflects, saying Frank wanted his revenge and took it. They're keeping their voices down a bit, but anybody could walk by in the middle of all this and hear them. "Did you play me?" Frank asks. "You need to get your mind right," Morgan says instead of answering. "This isn't a game! This is grown-up shit!" He walks out, leaving Frank to wonder what the hell that last bit has to do with anything.