Daniels asks Lester and McNulty, who are rifling through paperwork, whether they've produced anything worthwhile, but it sounds like not much. "We need something now," says Daniels. "They're going to shut us down unless we come up with something fresh to run with right now." Lester impatiently reminds Daniels, "The wire is dead. The bug in the club is useless. They were moving out of there even as we got up on them!" Prez asks where they moved to. "No clue," says Lester, adding that they'll have to set up somewhere else; if they don't, they'll give up control of the Towers. "If not Avon, then Stringer," says McNulty bitterly. "Why not Avon?" asks Lester rhetorically. "With no priors, he's out two hours after bail review. Shit, what we put on Barksdale barely makes him break stride." Um, don't forget you can also hang him up for driving without a license. McNulty suggests that they could try to get a whiff of the Barksdalies' new location and put in a bug -- or even a wire, if they luck into a phone. "Not while the Deputy breathes air," snorts Daniels. "We'll be reassigned before you finish typing up your affidavit." McNulty offers the feds as an alternative. Daniels can't believe McNulty thinks Burrell would sanction taking "this mess federal," but McNulty innocently asks, "Why does the Deputy need to know?" Prez and Lester crack up a little -- all, "McNulty, you so crazy!" -- and as the phone starts to ring, Daniels dryly says that McNulty is "a piece of work." Well, he's a piece of something. Prez calls McNulty to the phone; we can barely hear Ronnie on the other end. Surprised and possibly a bit tickled, McNulty sets the phone on his shoulder to tell the assembled cops that Ronnie just got a call from an assistant public defender in New Jersey who's representing D'Angelo. Daniels's eyes go wide as he learns that dreams sometimes do come true. McNulty tells Ronnie to meet him at Homicide with a tape recorder. Once he's hung up, Lester asks, "No drug lawyer. No Levy." McNulty, brimming with glee, shrugs and takes off, celebrating how early Christmas has come this year. "Case got some legs on her, don't she?" muses Daniels. "Don't she?" Lester agrees, possibly thinking of Shardene's, back home, in his bed.