The next day, Ronnie's having lunch at an outdoor café when she gets a phone call. She listens, smiles, and tells Nathan, whom she's sitting with, "Podunk lawyer in Denton's giving the guards a hard time about moving D'Angelo from original jurisdiction." Into the phone, she confidently says, "Put the call through," and leans back to ask an Officer Mace what the problem with the lawyer is.
Jail. A guard hands a phone to Levy. Hey, that's no podunk! Through the glass, we see D'Angelo cursing his own weak will in the visiting room, while Brianna stands over him, making sure he doesn't change his story back. No one can lay a guilt trip like a mom.
Homicide. McNulty hesitantly enters Rawls's office, where the man himself tells him, "You do not make it easy, Jimmy. I have to admit, I am deeply ambivalent." McNulty doesn't know what he's talking about, and Rawls tells him to sit. McNulty, suspecting a trap, doesn't move, so Rawls has to order his ass down again. McNulty hands a paper to Rawls, who says that Rawls told him about Wee-Bey's arrest in Philadelphia: "Great work. You all did great work. And the number of clearances I'm looking at here, I mean, Christ -- for the first time this year, we got the clearance rate up over 40%." McNulty seems to sense that for Rawls to lead with the good news is the worst possible sign, and of course, he is right, as Rawls goes on: "That's on the one hand. On the other hand, I know the Deputy Ops got a call from the first deputy U.S Attorney this morning asking whether an asshole such as yourself really works for us." McNulty braces himself for whatever's coming. Rawls: "Of course, this is the first the Deputy hears his troops are creeping behind his back, trying to take a case federal when they've already been told the case is closed. You're a good detective. And I've got to admit, you got some stones on you. Did you actually call the first deputy an empty suit?" Rawls chuckles at this, and McNulty dares to allow himself to snicker inaudibly in response; needless to say, it's a bad move. Or else McNulty just figures the die is cast and doesn't care anymore, and sure enough, Rawls gets to it: "I want to see you land okay, Jimmy. So tell me: where don't you want to go?" McNulty smiles to himself, perhaps thinking that whatever shit job they're sending him to, at least Rawls probably won't be all up in his grill there.