Bunk returns to the lab, where Ron has his results. But first, Ron would like to note the oddity of a victim supposedly affiliated with a series of homeless murders who has an actual address. Yeah, funny thing about that, huh? Anyhow, the DNA pulled from the scene matches that of one Christopher Partlow. If Bunk were feeling bad about pulling a fast one on Ron, he certainly isn't now. "A lesser man might get pissy because you jumped the line, Bunk," Ron passively-aggressively observes. "Me? I remember Partlow's name from all those cases last year. Congrats. But don't fuck with me like this again." Let Bunk get this conviction, baby, and he won't need to.

Freamon is paying a visit to the U.S. Attorney -- you know, the guy who got into a pissing match with Carcetti about who got to put Clay Davis on trial and ended up losing out because State's Attorney Bond wanted all the glory for himself? Well, Freamon's gone hat in hand to ask the U.S. Attorney to bring the full force of the federal government down on the newly acquitted Clay Davis -- and he's brought the evidence that Clay fudged some details on his loan application with him. Considering that Clay is unlikely to enter a plea on such a charge and federal juries tend to be less...oh, let's say forgiving than their Baltimore-based counterparts, the state senator could be facing a lot of years in prison. Or he would be, if the U.S. Attorney were inclined to pick up the case. "You had cancelled checks," the U.S. Attorney says, rather grumpily. "You had the bank account. You had his bag man on the stand." Freamon notes they also had a city jury inclined to be swayed by Clay's pretty, pretty words. "You know, we've been gathering string on Clay Davis for six years, detective," the U.S. Attorney responds with mounting irritation. "Six years, we've had a file open on that shakedown artist. And now, after you city sons of bitches have managed in a single week to transform Clay Fucking Davis into Martin Luther King Jr., you now come to me with this? Which you had in your back pocket all along? Looking for the federal jury of mostly white faces to remedy the problem? Well, I'm sorry." And with that, the U.S. Attorney pushes the incriminating file back to Lester. Meeting adjourned.