Detail office. Lester has lined up several Post-It flags on his CPU and sticks one to a database printout he's working on before setting the page on a pile on the side of his desk. Beside him, illuminated in the sickly blue glow of her monitor, Beadie unleashes a jaw-cracking yawn. This is the glamorous side of police work I imagine they don't show you in recruitment films.

Kima's taken Cheryl to show her some containers like the one her victims died in. As they gaze at it from the sidewalk, Kima explains, "They had about a third of that space hidden behind the fake wall. A few flashlights, some junk food, some water. A portable toilet they had to share." She takes a long beat before delivering the kicker: "And not enough air." Cheryl turns to look at Kima, and then turns back and moves off. See, Cheryl? You're not just kind of bitchy: you're also a bad feminist.

Courtroom. McNulty sits in the back, flanked by Bunk and Omar, as Phelan says he's going to schedule sentencing in Bird's case for the next month. Satisfied, our three amigos stand and file out as Levy tells Phelan that, since Bird preserved the grounds for appeal in the record, he wants Levy to state that he has been the victim of perjury on Omar's part. Bird wants an appeal bond set so that he can participate in the investigation. Phelan's like, "Girl, please." He's so disgusted by the suggestion in a conviction on first-degree murder that he says the pre-sentencing report is a formality as far as he's concerned: "Mr. Hilton has been found guilty of killing a state's witness who testified in this very courtroom. He did so in cold blood, and for pay. Unless the pre-sentence report indicates that he is, in fact, the Messiah come again, he will very likely be sentenced to life, no parole, by a Baltimore judge who, for once in his life, gets to leave his office feeling that his job actually matters." Turning to Bird, he asks, "Are you the second coming of our saviour?" Bird doesn't get it, but Phelan's clearly enjoying playing to the crowd: "Are you Jesus Christ come back to Earth?" Bird: "Um..." Phelan bangs his gavel: "See you at sentencing." Levy stalks off in defeat. Bird looks completely confused as the bailiff steps forward to cuff him. I guess that, no matter how much they prepared, Levy couldn't have coached Bird with an answer to that one.

Outside the courtroom, Nathan strides up to Omar, Bunk, and McNulty, delightedly asking, "Was it good for you too?" Pleased chuckles all around. Nathan opens her portfolio and produces a business card, which she hands to Omar, saying that it's a one-time-only get-out-of-jail-free card, good for any charge "up to aggravated assault." Man, that's a pretty good offer. I can think of a few people I'd assault with great aggravation if I thought I could get away with it. Omar, all courtly, thanks her, and Nathan thanks him back: "A rare pleasure." She takes off to go have a celebratory white wine spritzer. McNulty et al are still standing there all smug when the bailiff leads Bird out of the courtroom, and as you might expect, he is not that psyched to see the architects of his destruction enjoying their afterglow right in front of him. "Time for the ceremonial eyefuck," says McNulty, as Omar picks up the end of his tie and waggles it cockily at Bird. "Come see me down the Cut, you punk-ass snitch," yells Bird. "I'll shove a shiv down your cocksucking throat!" "You think on it, Bird," says Omar calmly. "You think on Brandon while you doing that time, you heard?" "I'm gonna see you, man, I swear to God!" screams Bird. "Fuck that, I'll do you like a dog!" As Omar watches him go, McNulty finally gets curious about the foundation of his case, and asks Omar, "You really see him shoot the man?" Omar blinks and turns to McNulty: "You really asking?" McNulty decides he isn't, and slinks off. I guess he'll just have to wait for Omar's posthumous autobiography like the rest of us.