Khanita shows the video to Darwin the Dick, who says, staring at her dinners, "It would probably be a whole lot easier if you turned the video off and undid another button." Instead of kneeing him in the nuts and using her nonexistent spine to disembowel him via his esophagus, Khanita jabs a finger at the screen. "I love kissing," D the D muses. "It's the promise of what's to come, which really makes it so much better than what's to come, don't you think?" Oh, god, SHUT UP, DICK! "Not even close," Khanita says, and turns up the volume. What we hear is Husband Client saying that he forgot to take his pill and Wife Client telling him not to worry about it. Yeah, okay, so there's male birth control In The Future -- they're on the verge of that now, big whoop. Khanita's point is that at that moment, Wife Client was basically willing to have a baby and agreeing to the amendment of the contract, deleting the no-family clause. "So, with the no-family provision gone, she can't claim our client is in breach for bringing home?" D the D explains to us. Khanita nods. "Not bad," D the D says, and continues the playback while Khanita looks away "uncomfortably." She could just leave if D the D wants to get off on the video. I guess it's hard to leave the room quickly when you don't have a spine.
Ballpark, day. Hector and Horatio sit in the stands and watch their client, discussing whether they should get him to put on a show for the press. They argue about the fifteen thousandths of a second thing. Bionic Boy practices with his team and the other players are mean to him. As Bionic Boy writhes on the ground after someone slid into him, another player comments, "Nice slide -- way to take the freak out." Horatio shouts, "Hey, come on!" Like that's not going to get the kid more beat up? The fact that his lawyer is tut-tutting them? Bionic Boy grabs at his bloodied arm. "Why don't you just get a new arm?" the sliding player asks. Bionic Boy smacks a fist into the dirt. Someone else is heard to say, "Pretty tough when both teams are against you." I don't know who it was that supposedly said that, and I find it odd that we don't see the source.
Ballpark, night. Bionic Boy tosses a ball and examines his wound, which looks like it has one of those liquid Band-Aids slathered on it. I almost bought some of that stuff the other day, just to see what it would be like, but I chickened out. Horatio and Hector arrive to give him a pep talk. He's going to have to miss a few games because of his arm, and he notes that playing baseball's not as much fun as he thought. "There's no point in playing the game if it's not fun, right?" Hector asks, and then goes off on a heavy-handed and fairly insulting allegory about why Jackie Robinson played the game. The point is that Jackie Robinson was picked as the first black ballplayer because not only was he going to be awesome at the game, but his strength of character could withstand all the horrors he would have to go through. "He was fighting for something," Bionic Boy catches on, and nods.