Over to Michael's corner, where business is booming. Michael is getting a report on the bustling trade from Spider, while Dukie consults the want ads. "Career day on the corner, huh?" Spider sneers at Dukie; Michael suggests that Spider cram it sideways. And now, because you probably aren't depressed enough about your own life, please contemplate the grim sight of Dukie reading about jobs he doesn't quite understand and that he's not remotely qualified for. Certified hydrotherapist, dental front desk, HVAC maintenance supervisor -- these are not exactly the occupations likely to deliver Dukie from his grim surroundings. About this guy's only hope is if y'all pool your resources to place a classified ad along the lines of "Wanted: Tragic figure for rescue from remorseless future. Must require reassuring hugs while excelling at eating candy." Come to think of it, maybe I'll apply for that gig -- I bet my references are much more impressive than Dukie's. There is one job in the paper that Dukie recognizes -- "Exotic Dancer, downtown, financial district, lunchtime hours." As if to show off his undeniable qualifications for the job, Dukie jumps to his feet and does what he imagines to be an erotic bump-and-grind. Michaels is amused; the other corner denizens, less so. Fortunately, before we can dwell too much on how horrible Dukie is, Carver pulls up in a squad car, apparently to haul in Michael. Hooray -- a happy ending to this scene!

Carcetti is holding yet another press conference, this time on the lawn in front of City Hall. Blah blah blah unacceptable. Blah blah blah doing everything in our power. Blah blah blah protecting the homeless. Blah blah blah pursuing the suspect. And hey, if any of you in the press corps have some extra cash on you...have you thought about supporting a candidate for governor in the upcoming election? Just curious. "Let me be unequivocal," Carcetti concludes. "This man will be brought to justice."