Back at the Homicide unit, Bunk is either trying to read the paper or shut out McNulty's prattle. He doesn't appear to be having success at either endeavor. "I don't know, Bunk," McNulty smirks, as we see that Bunk is reading the front-page story on the serial killer. "You can't believe everything you read nowadays." McNulty keeps this up, and by year's end, the only trace of him in the Homicide department is going to be his name written in red up on the board, while Bunk smiles contentedly. Someone who's not looking contented right now is Landsman, who strolls up to McNulty's desk with an equally downcast Kima. "Well, my little shit-stirrer," Landsman begins. "As per your request for additional manpower and man-hours, unlimited overtime has been approved for the investigation into the killing of homeless men." McNulty raps his hands on his chair happily. "For you and one other detective only," Landsman adds. McNulty's not so happy now: "What about surveillance teams?" he asks. "We need to be watching some of these places, watching the smokehounds." Landsman repeats what he said earlier -- two detectives, McNulty and Kima. Like it or lump it. "What the fuck's wrong with this city?" McNulty protests. "We need hours for a dozen men. We need surveillance vehicles, cameras." Landsman's response to all this is to turn his back and walk away, holding a finger aloft -- he is not suggesting that McNutly is No. 1 in his heart, by the way.