Over at homicide, Crutchfield is reading the paper and mentions that Carcetti "threw us a bone, huh? Took the cap off secondary employment." "Yeah," says Bunk, resignedly. "You and I may have to go out and find honest work. There's no money to be made in this policin' shit, they made that clear enough." McNulty, who's also reading the paper (the funny pages, I'll bet), asks Bunk what he's qualified to do. Bunk motions at his crotch. "Aside from that, I mean?" Crutchfield mentions he's got a lead on some security job, and Kima jokes, "Stand around some shiny shit and get paid, work murders and starve. What kind of shit is that?" Pearlman comes in and asks if there's "Anything from overnight, or this morning?" Crutchfield hands her one case file that's still open, the only one for the shift. "Slow night," she comments, and McNulty is quick to remark that he's sure things will pick up now that they're not working Marlo anymore. Rhonda quickly fires back that suspending that operation wasn't her call: "That decision came from your shop." "Yeah, but nobody from the SA's office objected, did they? Just like nobody objected when Chris and Snoop got their gun charges postponed a couple of times." "A postponement or two is pro forma on Calvert Street, you know that." Jimmy chuckles sarcastically, and says, "'Pro forma,' from the Latin, meaning 'Lawyers jackin' each other off.'" Heh, good one. You take her down a peg, Jimmy. "Those are the rules, Jimmy." "There are no fuckin' rules. The fuckin' game's rigged." Aw, he's starting to sound like Bodie. At that, Pearlman takes her leave, and as soon as she's gone, Kima gives McNulty shit for giving Pearlman shit: "She ain't the problem." "Tired of being jerked around," is his response. Bunk says he'll get a second job working at the high-end cigar shop on Baltimore Street. "The one with the Indian out front?" asks Crutchfield. "I'd like to scalp your ass, motherfucker," jokes Bunk. Kima takes a call, and when she hangs up, she asks, "Who's up?" McNulty takes the call, and Bunk says, "There you go, givin' a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck." Heh, nice. Way to reward your loyal viewers, The Wire. McNulty said just the same thing last week. McNulty pays no mind, and heads out. "He's a pissy little bitch today," says Kima. Ain't that a fact.