Homicide. Daniels lets himself into Rawls's office and announces, "I got your murders. But what I need from you, I get. No bullshit, no arguments." "No arguments!" says Rawls easily. Daniels gives him one curt nod and leaves again. Seems like you dudes could have just had this chat on the phone and saved a few bucks on parking.
Elena's, by night. Sean and Mike have set up a tent in the back yard, and are nattering half-heartedly over wasting batteries as their parents look on from the back stoop. Elena yells at them to get along before she has to take the tent down. "Snitch!" "Punk!" the boys call each other. "Squirrel!" "Mope!" On the stoop. Elena drops her jaw in amused shock, while McNulty chuckles: "Who teaches them this stuff?" McNulty and Elena have a nice, friendly moment, but soon enough, McNulty's getting The Look and breathing, "Elena." She quickly looks away: "No. No." McNulty looks sad, but still makes like he's going to reach an arm out, but Elena repeats: "No. I don't trust you." McNulty, annoyed, looks away as Elena explains, "I can care about you, and I can want us to be friends, and if you give me enough time, Jimmy, maybe I will actually want you to be happy. But how the hell am I supposed to trust you?" Before McNulty can gin up (as it were) a reason, one of the kids yells to Elena to come deal with a spider, and she takes off. McNulty watches Elena's silhouette through the tent as she goofs around happily with the boys, cozy in their little bubble, leaving McNulty alone and with no one to tickle.
Chez Daniels. Marla is listening dubiously as Daniels explains the pros of taking the Jane Doe murders, like having "Rawls as a rabbi." He insists, "It could still work for me." Marla shakes her head: "Listen to yourself." "I love the job, Marla," says Daniels gravely. "I can't help it." "The job doesn't love you," says Marla ruefully. Daniels pushes himself to the edge of his seat and gets in close to Marla: "You know what I love?" He takes her hand. "The mind that's always a step ahead of me. The person who never stops thinking it through. That's what I fell in love with first." Marla murmurs, "Do you know what I fell in love with first? Do you? Your ambition." She shakes her head again: "Where did that man go?" She glides out of the room, leaving Daniels alone to think that he probably sold that guy for all that mysterious shady money we keep getting tantalizingly few details about, goddammit!