Meanwhile, at City Hall, we join Carcetti mid-hissyfit: "No, no way. After what I've been through to toss him out of the plane, now you want me to pretty up the man's parachute?" He's speaking about Burrell, methinks, and he's addressing this to Campbell, who has doubtlessly brought him up to speed on the promise she made to the outgoing police commissioner that he'd be taken care of in exchange for a graceful exit. "The commissioner has served this city for thirty-four years," Campbell offers. "Any five of which would have been enough to have him indicted," Carcetti rebuts. Advantage: Carcetti. Anyway, if Campbell was so concerned about Burrell, Carcetti points out, she should have mentioned something when she was busy securing land favors. Campbell counters with the "This isn't about X, it's about Y" trope she used earlier in Burrell's office; in this case, Y is Daniels. "Thirty-four years is a long time," says Campbell. "Anyone who hangs around that long can put his hands on a lot of dirt." Like a folder someone might just happen to have in her possession? Campbell isn't saying; what she is saying is that maybe some effort should be made to see that Burrell rides off into the sunset content to keep his mouth shut. Time to make sure Burrell attends the most stilted and awkward press conference in memory.