Detail office. Beadie, Lester, and Bunk are presenting their findings to Daniels. They've differentiated between containers that seem to have been legitimately lost and the ones that are suspect. They've assigned the colour pink to the containers from the Talco line, that were within Horseface's purview. Daniels asks Bunk whether they tried to question Horseface already, and Bunk -- who doesn't look like he got much sleep last night (his hair's all ungroomed and shit) -- sighs, "We Grand Juried his ass, but that motherfucker didn't blink." As soon as he's uttered this sentence, he has to lurch up in his seat like he's about to barf all over the floor. Daniels disgustedly brings the wastepaper basket over to place under Bunk's suffering face, suggesting that he go to the bathroom to freshen up, but Bunk insists that he's fine. As Bunk struggles to keep his breakfast down, Lester takes over, saying that what the port guys are doing "eliminates almost all of the paper trail." He says that as long as they can get a truck out of the area -- which is easy -- the only trace of their miscreance "is a little telltale in the computer." Throughout this, Bunk keeps threatening to upchuck, and Daniels's total contempt of him is kind of hilarious. "Our target is supposed to be Sobotka, right?" asks Lester. "I mean, on paper, anyway." Daniels, ruefully: "What you're telling me is that it's better than a fair bet that he actually is a target in Bunk's murders." Bunk: "[Retch, gurgle, choke.]" He gets control of himself, barely, and tells Daniels, "Maybe we can fold our investigation into yours." Daniels reiterates how little he cares to risk being responsible for fourteen homicides that could never be solved. "The bosses wouldn't blame you for that!" says Lester, spreading his hands. "I wouldn't shine, either," says Daniels. He blah blahs about why he doesn't just want to take this one for the greater good, with all the reasons we already know because we watch the show and we're not as amnesiac as the chumps who still watch 24. Anyway, Daniels asks what their next move is, and Lester pouts that they need to clone the port computer so they can start watching dock activity in real time. Daniels is down with that, and pushes his chair back to dismiss them, leaving Bunk alone and on the cusp of losing his guts. It's not his most dignified display of all time.