On a bench in the courthouse hallway, Elena spits, "Unbelievable. You show up with her?" McNulty says that, under the circumstances, he "grabbed whatever lawyer was standing around." "Oh, she was standing?" says Elena bitterly. Snap! She sarcastically tells McNulty to ask whether Ronnie wants the pictures back: "Let's see, I've got her at the restaurant with you pulling out her chair. I've got her at the motel parking lot with you opening the car door for her, because you're such a fucking gentleman now." Elena, come on. What in the world would Ronnie want those pictures for? McNulty spits back that he can't believe Elena hired Buckman: "Son of a bitch never made a case that counted." Apparently just the one. "Yeah, well, he caught your cheating ass," says Elena, backing me up. There's a beat, as both consider past wrongs, and then McNulty asks, "Elena, why are we here?" "Because you can't have Sean and Michael around criminals!" screeches Elena. "You can't lose them in a Baltimore market! That's why!" "He wasn't a criminal!" lies McNulty. A court officer goes by, causing both McNultys to lower their voices a little, as McNulty's pants continue to blaze: "I know the guy. It was a game we were playing. It was daylight on a crowded street. They could've been following Al Capone, it would've been fine." He says that Sean and Mikey are his sons, and that he loves them: "I'm not gonna let 'em get hurt." He sits back, and then mutters, "I love you, too." Elena looks at McNulty like nothing that's happened today has made her angrier. "Still do," McNulty adds. Elena rolls her head back, and then screws up her face to ask, of Ronnie, "Does she know? About the detective and the pictures?" McNulty says she doesn't: "Why would I tell her about that?" Elena haltingly asks whether Ronnie and McNulty are still seeing each other, and McNulty, insulted, says no. Elena frowns at him, silently waiting, and then McNulty admits, "Yes. A little." Elena nods and makes a face like, "There it is." They look at each other like they can almost remember why they liked each other enough to get married in the first place, and then McNulty suggests that they go in and "make nice for the judge." Elena agrees, reluctantly, and gets up so that we can appreciate her Newport News outfit in its frumpy entirety.

Detail office. Wallace chews on a piece of licorice as he watches a TV news report involving Clay Davis: surprising no one, Davis is promising to raise a lot of money, and spend a lot of money, to get the mayor re-elected. I don't know how Daniels could ever think there'd be money for a hotel room -- even a crappy one -- when he can't even afford a colour TV. Anyway, Daniels rolls in and asks, "You ready?" Wallace silently offers Daniels a Twizzler, and he politely takes it, promising that they'll go get dinner. Wallace shrugs that he isn't that hungry. Daniels lets that pass, kindly saying, "Come on." Wallace gets up veeeeeeeeeeery slowly, like an old man. Daniels narrows his eyes and asks how much Wallace had been using, and Wallace just gazes at him frankly, as if to say, "Not enough." "I'm asking if you're going to be sick in my car," murmurs Daniels, as nicely as possible. Wallace admits to "a cap now and then." Daniels asks if he was just snorting, and Wallace nods faintly. Daniels promises that Wallace will be all right in a day or two, and they take off.