Daniels brings it home: "And now we catch him coming out of the Towers with twenty thousand dollars in manicured, banded money." "You brought him in here on what charge?" rumbles Burrell. "Civil forfeiture," Daniels replies. "Until he tells us a legitimate source for that money, we keep it." "So you have no criminal charge," says Burrell, saving Davis the trouble of making this argument himself. "No, just the money," says Daniels. He looks at Reed, who squints, looking kind of amused. "Give it back," orders Burrell. Daniels is so stunned that he can't speak for a moment, but finally manages, "...Sir?" "Give the man back his money," says Burrell more loudly. Daniels explains that they pulled the transaction off the wire, "with one of [their] suspects telling another to expect a pickup. It's drug money in that car." I mean, honestly! I can't see how Burrell is going to weasel his way out of this one. "Give him back his money," Burrell repeats. "Write it up as an unwarranted car stop." He slides the folder back to Daniels without looking at it. Daniels is still totally gobsmacked as Burrell goes on: "Now, I ask you to put a charge on a drug dealer, Lieutenant. That's all I ask. And now I got wiretaps, pager clones, affidavits coming out of my ass." Yeah, what a drag! Like catching one fucking slinger at a time is more efficient. Jesus. "And you!" Burrell adds. "You're in people's shit where you're not supposed to be!" Daniels faintly tries to break in, but Burrell isn't interested: "I'm shutting this down, Lieutenant. You charge what you can and you do it by the end of the week." Daniels quietly says that they did nothing wrong, but Burrell counters, "You jacked up a senatorial aide! You went into his pocket, pulled out twenty thousand dollars, and though there's no criminal charge, you think it wise to try to keep it." Daniels is actually slack-jawed that he's being reprimanded for doing more effective police work than anyone expected, but Burrell's not done: "You shit all over yourself, all over me -- all over this department. Now, I told you: no surprises, remember?" Daniels swallows hard. He looks to Reed for backup, but vainly, as Reed carefully avoids meeting his eye. Daniels holds his folder, fuming. It looks like he might be calculating whether overturning the conference table would result in clocking both other officers in the jaw.