At the Sun office, Gus scurries to and fro, barking out orders. Alma is to keep tabs on the investigation into the serial killer and report on any new developments. Templeton proposes that maybe he can do profiles of the victims. "That's a nice idea," Gus agrees, "but I already sent Fletch out on that about an hour ago." Burn. Templeton wonders what that leaves for him. The answer: go out and get reaction quotes from homeless people. And I can tell you, from writing enough reaction pieces in my day to paper the walls of my living room, that assignment is every bit as miserable as it sounds. "Just because they're in the streets doesn't mean they lack opinions," Gus says, when Templeton whines about the assignment. "Where am I going to find homeless people?" Templeton complains. Clearly the "M." doesn't stand for "Mensa." "Not at home, I would imagine," Gus says, turning away. Double-burn. So question to the masses out there: Does Gus continuously bypass Templeton on plum assignments and give him the shit jobs because he's figured out there's a little something off about Templeton's work, and he's trying to minimize the damage? Or is it totally coincidental? I would spend more time musing on it myself, if the scenes involving the newspaper didn't bore me.
McNulty, still smugly satisfied, still so punchable, strides into Landsman's office, where the sergeant is reclining in his chair. McNulty tosses the newspaper at him: "Read it and weep." Landsman yawns: "I already did. So did the Major. So did the Colonel. So did our newly christened Deputy of Ops." In fact, Daniels is over at City Hall right now talking things over with the mayor. But just in case McNulty is feeling pleased with himself, Landsman offers this bring-down: "Just 'cause you got some fucking reporter to buy your weak shit doesn't mean everyone else buys it." And with that, Landsman tosses the paper in a nearby wastepaper basket and continues to recline in his chair, while Salacious Crumb cackles at his feet. "Five gets you ten the deputy's over there right now talking them back down to earth," Landsman says.
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.