McNulty and Pearlman have cornered Judge Phelan at breakfast in a local diner to amend their wiretap order to intercept any future images the serial killer -- or perhaps a local drug lord -- might be sending out. The judge wonders if the current city equipment allows the police to capture photos -- the answer to that is a big fat no, by the way, but the folks in Howard County can supply the necessary computers. "You need two?" Phelan asks incredulously, which catches McNulty off guard. "Um...yeah, in case one computer goes down we got the other one as backup," he quickly recovers. Judge Phelan signs the order, while noting the unfortunate position Mayor Carcetti currently finds himself in: "Pretty little fellow, gets himself elected on a law-and-order ticket. Crime doesn't go down much. And then a couple weeks before he starts gearing up to announce for governor, some wingnut starts killing people, taking photographs, sending them to the newspaper. You know something? You may want to check the governor's alibi." McNulty and Pearlman laugh obediently. Phelan also subtly starts pushing the bill for his breakfast toward them until Pearlman, sensing the non-verbal cue, picks up the check. Yes, it's good to be a judge, everybody.
At the Mayor's office, Carcetti emerges from his private office, where the weasely chief of staff and some other suit are waiting expectantly to hear the good fund-raising news; Carcetti's dour expression suggests they're in for a long wait. "You couldn't make 30?" Chief of Staff Weaselman asks. "Twenty?" Carcetti wheels around with a big grin on his face: "Ninety-two," he proclaims. Aw, Mr. Chief of Staff -- you just got punk'd! (Check it out next week on CSPAN's new reality series Political Bloopers and Practical Jokes.) "There are a lot people who want Tommy Carcetti to be their fuckin' governor," Carcetti giggles. Which just goes to show Baltimore's own H.L. Mencken was right -- democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard. Norman bursts into the office to do what he does best -- harsh on Carcetti's good mood. This time, it's the latest update on the serial killer with the body-snatching and the photo-sending and the hey-hey. Carcetti leaps into action: "Bill Rawls," he bellows at his secretary. "I need him on the line right now." Make sure to hit him up for a donation, too -- multi-tasking, Tommy. Multi-tasking.