Sadly, it's only followed by another scene involving John. He has a drink with Cassandra and babbles about his hopes for the case. Cassandra reveals the sad fact that she's had to lease an apartment. She's had to "scale down a little." Hey, maybe she could get a job or something. Maybe Jane can hook her up in the field of escortology. John starts up his own hook-up -- the "Will you be my client and then hit on me after the case?" technique of his own design. He thinks he can have Cassandra's prenup declared void by reason of entrapment. "I'd be glad to take a whack at you," he says, then stutters and corrects, "...at it." Cassandra says, "Are you a good lover? Pokip, pokip, pokip...lawyer?" It was actually almost funny when she did it. John makes his "wow, I'm intrigued by people who make fun of disorders" face. Cassandra wants him to whack it. His nose whistles. Gimme a stick...I'll show you people some whacking.

I hate it when the episode's boring as hell, but there's still enough of a plot that I have to spend time explaining what's going on. Everyone's in court again -- even the prosecuting attorney from the previous trial. The judge dismisses this case, too. Jane is so happy, she wishes that she could repay Fish & Cage in some way. Richard asks whether she can introduce him to Cindy Margolis. No, she can't, but she can accompany them on fun-filled afternoon at Venice Beach while the Beach Boys play! So she does. I think that's Venice Beach, because they're skating. I don't care enough about Los Angeles to know for sure, though. Sorry. It's late afternoon of this everlasting day as Jane and our antiheroes chat at an outdoor café. Long story shorter -- Richard will get Jane out of her two-year contract with her "agent" if she agrees to Hustle with him again. Jane would have danced with Richard whether he gave her free legal aid or not, she says. Woohoo for them, then.