Daniels and Marla walk down a cold, COLD-looking street, of an evening. They've apparently just eaten dinner -- or so I surmise, since the first thing Marla says is "You ordered more than you ate." Daniels is silent. Marla comments on the cold, which Daniels plainly cannot dispute. But apparently this isn't just silence but The Silent Treatment, and Marla finally stops them walking to say, "I shouldn't have brought it up again. I'm sorry." Daniels gives her such a look of searing hatred that I swear I don't know how Marla doesn't actually just burst into flames. Daniels sort of unclenches, strokes Marla's upper arms in a gesture of conciliation, and tells her, "You're right. You're always right." Marla can't just drop it, though, and sighs, "I'm just saying you have to be realistic. You did what you did, and now you are where you are." "In the basement," says Daniels, smiling ruefully. They resume their walk (probably because it's too cold for either of them to really get a good fight on standing still), and Marla snickers, "If they buried you any deeper, you'd be under the damn building." Daniels philosophically says that Burrell won't be there forever. Marla, though, knows what time it is, and (ill-advisedly) stops Daniels again to say, "Burrell is going to be the next police commissioner, and you know it. But you've got the law degree. With your police experience, half a dozen firms would think you're a prize." She touches his cheek: "You have options. Just because they don't--" "You're right," says Daniels, nodding exhaustedly. He takes her elbow: "I'll put in my papers." He puts his arm around her and they start walking again, Marla staring up at Daniels like she can't believe this just happened. I still suspect that Daniels is considering all his options. And that one of them could be getting rid of Marla McNags.