Landsman is wrong. Carcetti is freaking out, asking what can be done about the fake madman supposedly terrorizing his city, and Daniels is saying, well, it would be nice if the people working on the case could work on it around the clock. "You're talking overtime," Norman correctly deduces. Indeed, Daniels would like the mayor to lift the overtime cap for this investigation. Carcetti readily agrees to allow unlimited overtime for two detectives. On the one hand -- just two? Jeez. But on the other -- ha ha, McNulty. Daniels protests that a case where the police are trying to prevent future crimes might require more manpower than two detectives, which brings another round of my-schools-my-schools-oh-God-my-schools from Carcetti. "Embracing the hard choice," Carcetti says. "It's one of the burdens of command." Yeah, yeah -- you're a modern-day Solomon.
Herc walks into Western District headquarters -- curiously, the support beams of the building don't crumble at the mere hint of him walking past the threshold -- where Carver is holed up inside the briefing room. "Every day you look more like a boss," Herc declares. "Fuck you," Carver retorts. Herc protests that he didn't mean it as an insult, but Carver knows he did. Enough of this manly joshing -- to business! Carver hands him the slip of paper with Marlo's phone number on it -- "a gift from your one true partner," Herc says. Carver wants to know how he got his hands on that information -- I mean, this is Herc we're talking about. "Don't ask, don't tell," Herc says. "It's like one of those guys sucking dick in the Army." Yes...almost exactly like that. Only not at all. "Whatever else I did to piss you off," Herc continues, "remember I also did this." Just one favor in return: when Marlo gets arrested, Herc would like it very much if Carver "would remind him again of my fucking camera." When everything is said and done, that camera is going to destroy more lives than the cursed tiki idol on that episode of The Brady Bunch.