Rawls takes McNulty's arm and helps him up, leading him to a nearby bank of seats. As soon as he sits, whatever was left of McNulty's resolve evaporates and he starts to cry, biting his lip. "Listen to me, you fuck," growls Rawls. "You did a lot of shit here. You played a lot of fucking cards and made a lot of fucking people do a lot of fucking things they didn't want to do. This is true. We both know this is true." McNulty sobs silently, looking up only when Rawls moves closer and leans in: "You, McNulty, are a gaping asshole. We both know this. Fuck if everybody in CID doesn't know it. But fuck if I'm gonna stand here and say you did a single fucking thing to get a police shot." McNulty slightly raises his eyebrows to hear that this little pep talk actually...is a little pep talk. "You did not do this, you fucking hear me?" Rawls concludes. "This is not on you." McNulty, still too choked up to speak, nods violently that it is on him, but Rawls hisses, "No, it isn't, asshole. Believe it or not, everything isn't about you. And the motherfucker saying this -- he hates your guts, McNulty. So you know if it was on you, I'd be the son of a bitch to say so." McNulty reluctantly turns his eyes to Rawls, wanting forgiveness but not wanting to believe he can hope for it. "Shit went bad," says Rawls, standing up. "She took two for the company. That's the only lesson here." Rawls turns and walks off, leaving McNulty with the blood on his hands and the bad taste in his mouth. Amazing work from both Dominic West and John Doman here -- and from the whole writing staff for the season to this point, for laying all the groundwork in earlier episodes that gives this scene its weight.