Clement Street Café. Frank enters, and Baldo from the meeting asks how many votes they got in Annapolis that night. Horseface tells Frank that he was telling Chess about Benny, with the harelip. Frank agrees that it's a good one. Horseface tells Chess that this Benny was "working the hole" when he got hit with a shackle. Another guy down the bar picks up the thread, saying that Benny got clocked "pretty good," but didn't tell anyone until he came into the bar. Nick enters, and takes a stool next to Ziggy as one of the raconteurs says that a guy named Little Nose advised Benny to call the union lawyer. Horseface imitates Benny talking to the lawyer: "'Me been hit with a 'ackerel!'" All the old-timers seem to think this yarn is delightful, while Nick and Ziggy look at each other like they've just been forced to watch I Love Lucy, or some other relic of the pre-funny era, and then Nick hands Ziggy his wad of cash under the bar. Ziggy asks Nick, "That's it? Me and Cheese are straight?" Well, Cheese is. The way Ziggy's been flashing his junk all over the docks, I have my doubts about him. Nick coldly says that Ziggy no longer owes Cheese any money, and that Ziggy's holding $2400 for the car. "She was worth more than that," complains Ziggy. Nick is too disgusted to answer, but Ziggy gets over his indignation in a hurry and peels a hundred off the bar as he orders a round for the bar. Frank, at the other end of the bar, frowns dramatically. Dolores asks if Ziggy won the lottery, and Ziggy sassily replies, "If my old man can do it, who the hell says I can't?" Now Frank looks alarmed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" mutters Nick, in an icy rage. "Nick, when I'm flush, I'm flush," shrugs Ziggy. Nick stands up, scowling. Chess (I think) says that the next round's on him, while Ziggy, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, pulls out his lighter, sets the Franklin alight, and uses the flame to light his smoke. We hear Frank say he's going to head out, over the protests of his union brothers. He watches in resignation as Ziggy does what he does best -- acts a reckless fool.
Detail office, after dark. It seems that Beadie has located twenty-two questionable containers: "All on the Talco line, all with Horseface Pakusa working the ship." "We're on it, then," says Lester, grinning proudly at Beadie. She asks whether he's going to call Bunk. Checking his watch, Lester says that "Detective Moreland is indisposed." Yeah, he's piss-indisposed.
Yes, Bunk is with McNulty, enjoying a tipple at the train tracks. McNulty asks Bunk whether he's in Daniels's detail, but Bunk says that they just put their computer there: "We're orphaned, man...Rawls is talking like if I don't come home with fourteen clearances, I can't come home at all. Lester, too." McNulty looks dark. His mood isn't lightened when Bunk pulls out his service weapon, cocks it, and aims it somewhat in McNulty's direction. McNulty hurries over to steady him, and Bunk aims at an empty beer bottle set up on the hood of one of their cars, but ends up only miming pulling the trigger. After a moment of raucous guffawing, Bunk asks McNulty what's up with him. McNulty says that he's done: "Bird is my last piece of old business." He says he doesn't have anything new to work on, and washed out (as it were) with his floater. He's not even sure why he tried to track down her family: "Just a way to pretend I was still a murder police, I guess." He gazes at the photo one last time, and then impetuously rips it up: "Who gives a fuck, right?" He throws the pieces up into the air as Bunk moans, "Aaaaaaaaw." Hee hee. Sounding like he's talking around a burp, McNulty tells Bunk that he and Elena are going to try to get back together. Bunk spreads his arms joyfully. McNulty promises that he's done fucking himself up. The Heineken puts him off to a fantastic start, certainly. Bunk staggers over to a car and collapses on its hood. McNulty suggests that they go home. Only fifteen bottles too late.