"They used to make steel there, no?" -- Spiros Vondas. Sure. They work hard, and they play hard. [Cue "Everybody Dance Now."]
After the credits, Daniels is sitting at his desk in the new detail office, while Carver stands very formally in front of him, in his uniform, quietly asking, "Why me?" Daniels stares at him for a while from under his brow before finally shrugging, "You don't want the posting, I'll take someone else. Valchek gave me the pick of his district." Carver replies that he's not saying he doesn't want the posting: "I'm asking why you would choose me after what happened last go-round." "Yeah, I thought about that too," says Daniels casually. "Looking down that list of names on the Southeastern roster, I'm saying to myself, 'Why take a man who already burned you once? Who already proved himself disloyal? Now, why would I do that?'" Carver looks down, ashamed, and obviously thinks Daniels is just fucking with him; he blurts, "I have no fucking clue, Lieutenant." Daniels smiles a little and leans forward: "Because, if I caught him once, he might be the last son of a bitch to try it twice." Carver blinks. Daniels: "And I'm guessing you've got enough shame on you from the last time so that it won't happen again." "No, sir, it won't," promises Carver. Daniels leans back again: "One other thing. As far as I'm concerned, those stripes on your sleeve aren't earned." Despite Carver's official designation as "sergeant," Kima will run Carver's team. Carver smiles ruefully: "Same as it ever was." Hell, even if Carver did try to run the team, Kima'd make sure it didn't last. Daniels pushes his chair back and comes around the desk, putting out his hand; after a hesitant beat, Carver shakes it, smiling. Now all they need is a bass player!