At home, Kima highlights a textbook, reading aloud a boring question I don't even want to repeat. Ugh, university. God, I could never go back. Anyway, Cheryl's response to the question is to snicker, "What?" Kima doesn't know any better than Cheryl, who looks down at a big blue smear on the couch and squeals, "Did you highlight my sofa?" People, this is why you don't buy white furniture. Or rugs. My parents had wall-to-wall white carpeting in their apartment for about four years and I practically had an anxiety attack every time we went over for dinner and they served anything that was red. Kima -- the blue highlighter still in her hand -- guiltily denies it. Cheryl says that she did so, and Kima claims, "That was there from before!" Cheryl complains that marker doesn't come out (eh, a highlighter might; it's not a Sharpie), and demands to see the marker. Kima says that if Cheryl wants her marker, Kima will need to see a warrant. Cheryl sets her jaw, and Kima says she needs to see some probable cause. Cheryl: "I'ma beat your ass -- how about that for probable cause?" As the fight turns into a play fight, Cheryl wrestles the highlighter out of Kima's hand. "Damn, getting all violent and shit!" snickers Kima. "You know you just violated my civil rights?" Well, Kima, I guess you'd know. Cheryl decrees a new rule: "No marker on the couch." She sends Kima over to the table to do her homework, and futilely rubs at the blue stain with a saliva-moistened thumb, saying she'll need some club soda. At the table, Kima picks up a statement and notes, "Damn, girl, this cell-phone bill must eat up the paycheque." Cheryl says her company pays for it. Kima sets the bill back on the table, considering.
In his office, Burrell practises putting while Daniels sits, pinching the bridge of his nose. Burrell says that "Phelan won't let go," the bitch, trying to put away actual criminals, and asks if they're "anywhere close on Barksdale." "No, sir," says Daniels simply. "So what are you telling me?" asks Burrell. Daniels: "I'm not telling you anything, sir. I'm waiting for you to tell me. I can do whatever you need me to do with this. If you want me to push it further, I can do that. If you want it to go away--" Burrell putts and misses, significantly. Daniels goes on: "If you want to bring in someone else, maybe do things differently...." Burrell, smirking, asks if Daniels is already looking for the back door. "McNulty says this case needs a wire," says Daniels. Ooh, Daniels said the "M" word. Burrell scowls, and asks if Daniels thinks McNulty's right. Daniels shrugs, "It needs something." Burrell returns to his putting.