In his office, Burrell and Daniels are apparently in Hour 4 of a supersonic staring contest. Finally, Daniels breaks the silence: "My papers are in." Burrell nods: "They are. You want out, you're out." That's all Daniels needs to hear; he pushes his chair straight back and makes to leave as Burrell goes on: "I'm offering to clean the slate here. You and me." Daniels, suspicious, asks why. Burrell says that the council vote is slated for the next week, whereupon Burrell will be "upstairs." He claims that, in order to make his mark on the department, he'll need good people -- this idea having apparently just occurred to him out of the blue. Daniels doesn't buy this story any more than I do, and rolls his eyes as he embellishes: "People you can trust." Burrell grins: "And you ain't that. Hm?" Daniels just stares until Burrell admits, "All right, you're a snake. But you seem to know your business." Daniels declares that he's taking the bar exam in a month, and turns to leave. Burrell suggests that he put it off for a year or two: "Leave the department with a major's pension?" This gets Daniels's attention, as he reluctantly turns back from the door. Burrell explains: "Scalise is gonna retire this summer. You do me a good turn on this detail in the Southeast, and you'll have that posting." Daniels has no idea why Burrell would do that. Burrell, expansively: "I value you, Cedric." He pauses. "You're arrogant and disloyal." Daniels stares impassively, like hearing that assessment from Burrell is actually kind of a compliment. Burrell: "But maybe, given time, you'll find a way to shine." Daniels asks what the detail is, and Burrell replies, "Drug case, probably. My sense of it is that Stan Valchek has got some personal issues with somebody in one of the port unions. He thinks they've got too much money. And so, being Valchek, he gets a detail." Daniels shrugs, terming the case "pretty thin." Burrell doesn't care whether Daniels makes a case for Valchek: "I do care that the old Polack comes away from it feeling he got his money's worth." Daniels finally figures it out, smirking, "Valchek asked for me by name, didn't he. You two are trading horses, and you need me in the corral." He chuckles mirthlessly, shaking his head, and finally offers, "If I bring in a case, you make the detail permanent as a major case unit, within CID." "Fair enough," says Burrell, somewhat noncommittally for my taste. Get it in writing! Burrell adds, "Just keep Valchek stroked and make sure you bring in a drug case or two." Daniels has one other request: "I choose my own people." Burrell looks down wearily. Daniels: "Fuck me once, shame on you." Burrell chuckles. Daniels: "Fuck me twice--" "Make a list," says Burrell, smiling tightly. "Give it to Rawls. He'll pull who you want." Of course -- Rawls is nothing if not accommodating.