Rawls nods tersely, and asks Daniels whether they're any closer to solving the Jane Doe murders. Daniels says that if the people who run the brothel are also behind the trafficked Jane Does, then yes: "The more we learn, the more chance we have to clear those cases." Valchek has his own dog in this fight, of course, and he leans forward to remind everyone that they're supposed to be sticking it to Frank Sobotka. Rhonda patiently tells Valchek that the union could be involved in the smuggling, but that it doesn't seem to go past that. "This is about Frank Sobotka," says Valchek crankily. "The case is bigger now," says Rhonda. "Bigger than your penny-ante bullshit vendettas, you crazy old coot," she does not add. "Look, missy, this is my detail," says Valchek, because he has somehow gotten the idea that being patronizing to Rhonda is the way to win her over. "I started it. Now I'm asking: do you have charges on Frank Sobotka?" Valchek's attitude having made her even pricklier, Rhonda grits, "Charging Sobotka at this point would lose us the wire and a chance at the real targets." "He is the real target!" bleats Valchek. Finally, Burrell intervenes: "Patience, Stan. I'm sure if they bring the case--" "You owe me on this one, Erv," spits Valchek. Burrell reminds Valchek that he asked for a detail, and Burrell gave him one. He asked for Daniels and got him. Valchek gets up, shrugging melodramatically: "The votes are in, and you're moving your damn golf trophies upstairs to the commissioner's office -- now you're freezing me out, huh?" He looks around the room: "Fucking rat fuckers, all of you! This is my case! Mine! And now you're gonna tell me who the target is? Well, not fucking likely." With that, Valchek takes his leave. Ladies and gentlemen: the poster boy for mandatory retirement.

Funeral home. Stringer sits pensively in his office, as Brianna tells him, "He's saying no. He's saying we fought for every one of them Towers and to give it up now would mark us as weak. He's saying if we do this, Prop Joe would have it over us and we might never get out from under." Stringer repeats his argument about the product and the muscle, and Brianna says she told him: "He say he still trying to find us a better connect." I don't know why Avon thinks he can do a better job FROM PRISON than Stringer can on the outside, but anyway. Avon also promises that he's sending the best muscle that he can find -- and that, at least, is somewhat true: "Brother Mouzone," says Brianna. Stringer seems moved by this: "He sending in Brother?" Brianna nods: "From New York. Coming down to work on retainer, for as long as we need." "Brother Mouzone," Stringer repeats. Brianna promises it is the very same. Stringer sighs deeply and looks out the window, maybe wishing he'd taken out Avon instead.