Back at City Hall, Daniels and Bond are arriving just as Carcetti's departing -- makes it kind of hard to confront him on this whole shutting-down-Major-Crimes business. With one foot out the door, Carcetti promises them that they'll be able to revive the dead-bodies-in-vacants case once the city has enough money again -- by the sound of things, that should be in 2062 when Thomas Carcetti IV is finishing the third term of his brutal reign over the burnt-out husk of New Baltimore. Daniels tries to point out that you can't just suspend an investigation and pick it up later, no matter what that rat-haired chick on Cold Case might have you believe, but to no avail. Bond tries another tack: killing Major Crimes also kills his Clay Davis case. You can see Carcetti realize that such a thing would make him have to go crawling back to the U.S. Attorney, and there ain't no way that's happening. Carcetti agrees to let two men stay on to aid in the Clay Davis investigation -- "The rest of it is shut down until we're able to dig out." And with that, Carcetti zips off, leaving Daniels to stew in his juices. "So one thieving politician trumps twenty-two dead bodies," Daniels says slowly, so as not to lose his stack entirely. "Good to know." Sounds like Daniels could suggest the name politician he'd like to trade twenty-two bodies for right about now.
At a local tavern, it's a Western District alumni meeting, with Colicchio, Dozerman, Carver, and everyone's favorite fuck-up*, Herc. (*Not actually anyone's favorite fuck-up at all.) The three active members of the police force are regaling Herc with the tales of budget tomfoolery we're already familiar with, as a suit-wearing Herc exults in his good fortune at having to leave the police force in shame. "I got more work than I can get to," Herc crows. "I mean, once word got around, these fucking lawyers came out of the fucking woodwork." Speaking of which, he was hoping that one of his former colleagues might check a name for him -- "Tags, registration, and phone. And while you're at it, run a sheeting photo." Everyone looks around, uninterested, until Herc offers to buy the next round of drinks. Anything you say, sir, so long as that sweet booze keeps flowing.