Carcetti and Burrell are meeting for drinks again -- in some cultures they'd already be married -- where Burrell is marveling at the number of phone messages from the Department of Public Works in regards to his missing squad cars. Score one for Carcetti and the power of calling in chits. "So," Carcetti says, a little too smugly for my tastes, "what else do you need?" Ooh, make sure it's a good one, Erv -- wish for rhino-stopping bullets or hover cars or a trunk full of booze. Also make sure this isn't one of those Cursed Monkey Paw things, where everything Carcetti provides you comes at a terrible price, like the squad cars come back from DPW, but they can only pick up AM talk radio. Burrell thinks about it: "I got seventy cops retiring at the end of the year, that I know of, and no money for academy class." Wasn't that in the budget, Carcetti wonders? Look no further than the silk hand of Mayor Royce, who delayed the class to save some money. "Even a six-month delay saves the city $2, $3 million," Burrell says. Carcetti vows to talk to some people -- and by "talk," he means "hound," and by "people," he means "poor, unfortunate bastards."
Kima's return home finds her forcing open the door, blocked by a baby stroller. She sets down her badge and gun in front of a baby seat. In case that symbolism hasn't clicked for you yet, Kima goes into the bedroom, takes one look at her partner and the baby sprawled out on the bed, and immediately beats feet to the nearest bar. Ah, domestic bliss.
In a Western District, side street, Dozerman's car has pulled up alongside three youths, with money exchanging hands in return for goods and services. Suddenly, one of the young men enacts the "No shoes, no shirt, no undercover cops, no service" rule and fires once into the car. Everyone scampers off, except for Dozerman, who does not pump the brake lights twice. Be on the lookout for three youths, or an outraged, vengeance-seeking Gus Triandos.
A phone rings at the Colvin household, waking Bunny from his dreams of early retirement. It's the Com Center, alerting him about Dozerman's shooting. Colvin goes from sleepy to wide-fucking-awake in about ten seconds. "Which hospital?" he asks.