Detail office, the next day. Daniels is asking if they followed the can, and Lester says that they did, "right to the warehouse." Daniels asks about surveillance, and Lester tells him that Kima will be on it that night. As Daniels contemplates the file in his hand, Lester gets to it: "This case needs to be worked, Lieutenant. I know it began for you as a bullshit detail, but this Sobotka's into some shit that needs to be worked by good police. The DNRs. The cloned computer. We've got the pattern." Daniels looks dubiously at Lester from under his brows, and flicks through his papers. "Rawls came to me," he finally says. "Asked if I would take the homicides." "You should," says Lester. "Those girls in the can really suffocated, Lieutenant. They really died in that fucking box." Daniels works his jaw. Lester gets up, the better to speak directly to Daniels's conscience: "You pick this case up, you might eat those open murders. But you let it pass, you gotta ask yourself how you want to live your day-to-day." Oh, MAN! That's hitting below the belt! Believing his point to have been made, Lester strides out.
A bunch of stevedores have assembled on the lawn and sidewalk in front of New Charles's house. Frank heads inside, trailed by Nat, and sits next to Mrs. New Charles, handing her a fat manila envelope and telling her it's from "the guys at 15-14." Mrs. New Charles smiles faintly, and Frank rubs her shoulder and pats her son on the head before quickly taking his leave. Nat is about to follow when he looks back to Mrs. New Charles, who opens the envelope, finds the cash, and looks at Nat in confusion, like, what did she think was in it, half a trade paperback? But she doesn't say anything, because she doesn't have a SAG card, I guess.
Outside, Frank and Nat take positions next to Johnny Fifty. As Frank lights a cigarette, Nat asks how the patient got the name "New Charles." They don't, so Nat says that on New Charles's first day of work, Charlie Bannion was crushed with a hatch cover. Once they'd finished cleaning up Old Charlie with a shovel, New Charles was born. Frank and Johnny Fifty snicker ruefully, because who doesn't love a folksy old tale from the docks? Nat adds that New Charles will lose the leg, as though that would come as a surprise to anyone who saw him. Frank nods, and starts to move off before Nat calls him back. Once they're a safe distance away from the rest of the guys who've gathered, Nat sadly asks where the money's from. Frank doesn't answer, but his guilty silence is eloquent enough.