Commercial. Is that movie Sugar and Spice starting to look really good to anyone else?
The hallway. Cheryl Holt (rrrrrrr…) is striding along, and Coach Kevin flags her down. He gets to use his very own name now, because it looks as though he may be developing a story line in which he is a central character. Watch and hope. "Come on, I need your help with something. You look fabulous. Boyfriend?" She looks down, demurely. Damn it. I'll kill him. "Wow," says Kevin. "I don't look like a cheerleader, do I?" I'm not sure what that means, but Kevin says, "You look sensational." Cheryl starts to walk away, apparently having forgotten that Kevin said he needed help with something, and says, "Good enough for Milton Buttle?" Kevin's all, "What's that supposed to mean?" Man, he has to play dumb a lot. Good thing it comes so naturally to him! AHAHAHAHAAA! HAHAaa! Ha. Hooo. Anyhow, Cheryl says, "Tell me what you know about Buttle and Lisa Greer, I'll grant your favor." He says he doesn't know anything, and seem to think this entitles him to ask for the aforementioned favor, so he says, "Look, Marshall Walker, Rickie Jacobs, Steven Blank, all beaten up." Cheryl says she doesn't know who did it, but Kevin insists she has to have at least learned something. She being such a tenacious journalist and all. "My theory? It's a friend of The Blob." The Blob? "Christine Banks. The three of them were picking on her. She supposedly discovered Marshall Walker. I bet she even witnessed it." Kevin can't believe it: "They called her The Blob?" Cheryl looks at him like he's an idiot. "Everyone calls her The Blob. They were calling her worse." Hmmm…it's all falling into place. And David Kelley's even taking me into account by providing me with character nicknames before I even have a chance to come up with them on my own.
As Kevin vacates the frame, Harvey and Lauren take it over. "I'm entitled to it, Lauren." The hearing, I guess. But Lauren says, "That will become a legal wrestling match that they eventually will win." Hmm. Wrestling match, eh? I wonder if Kevin overheard that and got an idea about The Blob. We'll see. "Look, you need to prove that you're still fit to teach. You can't do that with a lawyer or a Union Rep. Let me do all the talking, okay? I will defend you." Harvey says, "Okay." Famous last words. Okay, indeed. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Lipschultz. You just signed your expulsion papers, Nuwanda.
In Ms. Souter's classroom, which we happen to be passing at this moment, Marilyn is talking to the girl responsible for the harrowing short story "Daddy, no!" She's telling the girl, "It's not that I didn't like it, I thought it was amazing. Well, it seemed very authentic to me." The girl says, "Isn't that good?" Marilyn, choosing her words carefully, says, "Yes, but…I guess my question is: is it real?" The girl says, "No, it was just fiction. That was the assignment." Apparently mishearing her, Marilyn says, "Jody, does your dad touch you?" Jody says no again, and Marilyn asks in another way, and Jody says no again and gets up to leave: "It was just a short story." Marilyn says, "Are you sure?" Jody says, "I'm sure," and goes. Marilyn watches her leave, probably thinking, "What the hell is it with David E. Kelley, and stories about older men and younger women?" The door shuts behind Jody, or, as we shall now call her, Daddy-No-Lita.