Back at Homicide, the underage witness is still being non-responsive, Kima's still watching it all, stricken, and I'm still considering whether this scene might be slightly more uplifting if I watch it while sticking my head inside a gas oven. Kima must feel the same way, because she dials up Cheryl and asks if she can pay a visit to Elijah. That'd be the kid they had together. Don't feel bad if you don't remember, because from the tone of Cheryl's voice coming through the phone line, it sounds like Kima didn't either. Anyhow, the playdate thus arranged, Kima hangs up to talk to the social worker who has just emerged from the most fruitless and heart-rending police interrogation in documented history. "Right now he's too withdrawn to revisit the event," the social worker says. Really? You think so, professor? Kima puts it less dickishly: "How do you come back from something like that?"
Time for our press conference. Rawls, Burrell, and Daniels are standing up at the podium in their dress blues, and the stiffness can't be entirely blamed on the formality of the event. "You look nervous, Deputy," Burrell coyly murmurs to Daniels. "I swear I didn't ask for this," Daniels protests, which is not actually the proper response to that observation, at least if you have no reason to be nervous. Burrell tells him to relax: "You once told me that if I was going to do you, you would be done already. Remember?" Somehow, I don't think Daniels takes that as the reassuring patter Burrell possibly intends it to be. "Shit," Burrell continues, "I don't even remember what was in that file." Other things Burrell claims he doesn't remember: 1) who's responsible for his ouster today; 2) what deductions he claimed on his taxes for the past few years; and 3) whether or not Iraq ever had any WMDs. Anyhow, Carcetti has made it up to the platform now, so it's time to stop watching Daniels sweat and time to get on with the dog-and-pony show at hand.