Herc and Carver are still staking out Nick's. And apparently it's been a while, because Herc crabs, "Fuck it. This Sobotka kid knows there's a warrant. He either turns himself in or not. Who gives a fuck?" Yeah, if that's your feeling on the matter, perhaps law enforcement is not the career for you? Just a thought. Carver explains that either they get to Sobotka and turn him, or he'll come in with a lawyer, and they'll be fucked. "You sound like McNulty now," bitches Herc. Aw! He's really missing the shiftless-loser version of Carver who used to steal drug money with him. Herc adds, "We stay with these guys on their cases, we ain't never gonna get no respect. You know this." Carver doesn't answer either way, and Herc adds that when the detail's over, he's going to return to Narcotics: "Try to get over to Dawson's shift, find a new rabbi." When Herc asks what he's going to do, Carver looks conflicted and says he doesn't know; until just a moment ago, he probably thought that sounding like McNulty was a good thing. After a long silence from both dudes, Carver blurts, "I mean, you gotta admit, Daniels has been okay for us. I mean, he's there for his troops." Herc is too attached to his victim story to admit anything.

Valchek is interrupted in his grueling afternoon of computer Solitaire (the one and only reason Valchek has a computer, I'll bet, because you know his ass isn't using it to make Excel spreadsheets) to get the news of Frank's murder. "You gotta be shitting me," he bitches, and Daniels tells him he just came from the crime scene: "He was coming in as a co-operator, offering up the drug-and-prostitution ring he'd been smuggling for." Valchek lets this news roll right off him: "The guy lays down with gangsters, gets up with his throat cut." Daniels doesn't say anything out loud, but his face is like, "That's nice." Valchek allows that he "almost" feels sorry for Frank. Daniels decides to end the meeting on a high note with a little stroke for Valchek: "You were right about Sobotka. Case had enough legs on it that I've got Burrell committed to keeping my crew together as a major case squad working out of CID." Valchek may not be smart, but he is shrewd; he sees where this is going and rolls his chair backward, smugly waiting. Daniels: "If you are gonna charge him--" "Oh, I'm gonna charge his narrow ass," says Valchek immediately. "You're gonna do your son-in-law," says Daniels, his face betraying nothing this time. Pushing himself up out of his chair to look moodily out the window, Valchek spits, "You don't think I didn't tell her not to marry that brain-dead son of a bitch?" He sighs, like he can't believe a line of discussion that persuasive failed to convince her.