Bar. Bunk and Lester are getting McNulty outrageously drunk. And I mean, super-drunk even for him, which I assume they're doing on Cole's behalf so that when he holds McNulty down and kicks the crap out of him for dumping all those Jane Does on Cole's ass, McNulty's too incapacitated to fight back. McNulty tries to call it a night, but Lester tells him that he needs to do all fourteen shots: "One for every member of the dear family you gave to Cole." McNulty duly picks up his next shot, drunkenly braying, "Here's to Ray Cole: a fine detective, and a goodly man." Bunk and Lester crack up, the former telling McNulty, "The look on Landsman's face -- he nearly fucking cried." McNulty laughs helplessly. Lester adds that Rawls stayed in his office all day. McNulty loses it, telling Lester, "Careful, you're giving me an erection!" Heh. Bunk: "Motherfucker, you have outdone yourself this time." Lester tells him, "You ain't never coming back from this -- you know that." Listen to one who knows, James. McNulty isn't so concerned: "Lester, what the fuck can they do to me they haven't done? I'm riding the goddamn boat!" He picks up his next shot: "Here's to Jane Doe 13." Placing the glass upside down on the bar, he adds, "Eleven more years of whatever bullshit they throw at me. I'm gonna put in my papers, take the pension, and walk." "Eleven's a long time to be on the shelf," comments Lester, from his own bitter experience. McNulty can still talk tough, though: "Fuck it. Chew you up, they gotta spit you back out." He raises the last shot and knocks it back: "Fourteen." "He did it," says Bunk, just as McNulty loses control of his extremities and almost hits the floor. Bunk tells him to take it easy: "I ain't picking up that shit." Lester quickly directs him to the bathroom. God, I can't even imagine what might make it into McNulty's puke. Other than booze, I feel like he probably lives on, like, pretzels and raw hot dogs.
Cop shop after dark. Several members of the I.B.S. have apparently just been sprung from the pokey. One of the guys complains that got hassled like that when they were just trying to get to work, and Frank explains, "It's a beef I got with a police boss -- Charlie Valchek's little pissant brother." Another guy bitches at him that he's got to take care of it, then, and Frank says he will. The knot of guys breaks up, leaving Frank alone with Nick to crab, "That runt wants a war, he's got one!" Nick smiles ruefully, imagining Frank commandeering a crane and dropping a container on Valchek's house.