It's time for the trial! Or, well, the opening part of the trial. The charges start with "murder" and wind up with "menacing" and "trespassing." Oliver will be defending himself, which he thinks is fine because he's innocent. I realize he's putting on an act here, but he's a billionaire. To stay in character as a callow fool, he'd still want to hire an army of high-priced lawyers. On the subject of bail, the prosecution points out that the Queens have private jets and billions of dollars, so no amount of bail would really mean anything.
But then: "So then I guess it's a good thing that the people's case is so circumstantial." It's Laurel! She's here to defend Oliver, although she's done no research and has not talked to him ahead of time or learned what evidence the prosecution has. Great! This will go fine. As an alternative to "no bail," Laurel offers home confinement and an ankle device. The judge accepts this and sets bail at fifteen million dollars. Done! Oliver and Laurel have some awkward banter. Laurel tells him show knows he can't be the vigilante, because, "He's actually trying to make a difference. We both know that's not really your style." That's a great defense. Try that. "Your honor, my client is selfish and amoral so he can't possibly be the vigilante who's out killing people."
Now Oliver's in the living room and getting a monitor attached to his ankle. The police officer who's attaching it says that if Oliver goes onto the grass around the estate, he's getting a SWAT team in his face. So Oliver has a prison-themed house party planned! It's going to be Burning Man meets Shawshank Redemption, apparently, which does not sound like a coherent plan. Anyway, this is part of the five minutes per episode where he remembers to pretend to be a partier. Although no sane person would react to being arrested for murder by throwing a giant party.