Ronnie, with an ingratiating smile, starts to interpret what McNulty is saying, but he can speak for himself -- and while advancing on Levy in the most threatening possible way: "If you want me to keep my nose closed to your shit, then you're going to have to throw me a little something when I need it. And right now, I need Savino Bratton in bracelets." Levy, trying to look hard (and failing), says he doesn't know where Savino is. McNulty says that, since Levy "repped him his last four felonies," he can probably get to Savino. Levy looks at Ronnie, like, "Come on," and she looks back like, "No, fucker, you come on." McNulty yelps, "A police may die, Maury, and Savino was there! He comes in this afternoon, and he takes the drug charge, at least." "Or what?" smarms Levy. "Or we send tactical teams into his mama's house every night until there's no house left to worry about." Ronnie's neck stiffens at the threat, but she doesn't dispute it -- nor when McNulty adds, with a nod to Ronnie, that the state's attorney will write a target letter in Levy's name and subpoena his every bank account: "And let's see if all those cash deposits match the reported income." Levy, talking like McNulty isn't there, says he knows the officer's distraught, but is he speaking for the state's attorney's office too? McNulty looks to Ronnie to back him up, and after a moment, she does. Levy, getting a bit green around the gills, says he'll see what he can do.

And then we see that Ronnie has been able to keep her emotions in check until she and McNulty have achieved egress from Levy's office building to tell him to fuck himself: "You didn't tell me that was coming!" McNulty seems to feel the ends justify the means. Ronnie says that Levy will only bring Savino in if he can: "That's not the point!...Maury Levy is a past officer of the Monumental Bar Association, and unless I want to spend my whole life as a fucking ASA, I can't spend my afternoons pissing on people who matter!" The Monumental Bar Association? Is the bar, like, really big or something? "Another career in the balance," sneers McNulty, of course, and they exchange more "fuck you"s, because that's helpful. McNulty accuses Ronnie that people like Savino don't go to jail because everyone like Ronnie just wants to be a judge, or a highly paid defense attorney. Basically, the entire Barksdale organization is Ronnie's fault, according to McNulty. "You'll just use anyone, won't you?" says Ronnie sadly. McNulty sets his jaw, because he can only dish it out.