In her cube, Kima's just finished counting the cash, and confirms, "Twenty even." She throws the last bundle into the bag, where the rest is neatly stacked. Day-Day sits next to it, looking plaintive, as Kima bitterly hands him a clipboard: "Sign here, or you can count it yourself, if you want." Day-Day doesn't want to be a douchebag all his life and signs, meekly confirming, "So I can leave now?" McNulty glares. Kima huffs. Daniels does a slow blink and gives him one angry nod. Day-Day gathers his cash in its bag and leaves, snickering a little as he goes. "Will somebody please tell me what the fuck that was about?" demands Kima. Daniels just blinks again -- still too mad to speak, apparently -- and leaves. McNulty watches him go. "This is bullshit," says Kima. "We just gave back twenty large of Barksdale's money!" McNulty snaps his head back toward where Daniels has just gone, like he's just realized that, and tears off after him.

In the hall, Daniels is waiting for an elevator when McNulty accosts him: "Hey, what the fuck?" Daniels sighs loudly, and McNulty asks, "Let me guess: the Deputy? How's he got onto this so quick?" "I told him," says Daniels, possibly with tears of rage standing in his eyes. McNulty can't believe Daniels would tell Burrell. Daniels reminds McNulty of Day-Day's position: "How can I not tell him?" McNulty points out that there hasn't been a complaint from Davis yet: "You know why? What the fuck is his driver doing coming out of the high-rises carrying that kind of money?" Daniels mutters that he told Burrell that. McNulty sarcastically asks whether Burrell told them to give back the money and drop it. "Pretty much," hisses Daniels. "Except he said a few things for my benefit, too. Like how I had shit all over him. Like how he was shutting us down the end of this week." "The fuck he is!" spits McNulty -- because he's new, I guess. "We're done," says Daniels. "I go past Friday and I'm buried. He told me that." "He's gonna bury you?" yelps McNulty. "For what? You're doing your fucking job!" McNulty, listen to yourself. Daniels is the new McNulty! How can you be surprised? Daniels breaks into mirthless laughter. "You think the job is going to save me? You think it's going to save you? Chain of command, Detective. That's all I got from the Deputy today." "'Chain of command'?" McNulty bleats incredulously. "Did you tell your major about the senator's driver? Or the colonel? No? Then where's your fucking chain of command? What's the shift lieutenant doing going up the back stairs to the Deputy Ops?" Daniels turns slowly to look at McNulty, so intensely furious that I swear he's about to break McNulty's skinny Irish ass in half for him, but all he does is ask, "What are you saying?" "Nothing," spits McNulty, and then, as they never do in real life, the elevator arrives with perfect timing. "Goddamn right," Daniels tells him, and steps into the elevator. But McNulty, as ever, doesn't know when to shut up: "Why, he got something on you?" Daniels turns back, eyes flashing. McNulty: "You say you got the Deputy's ear. What the fuck's he got on you?" Daniels swallows, and curtly replies, "Only rank, Detective." His nostrils give one last flare, and then the elevator doors close, leaving McNulty to stare in impotent rage and impotent black jeans.