Cut to Catherine and Mrs. Logan, facing off in the tank. Mrs. Logan is accompanied by Paul the lawyer. Catherine asks if Mrs. Logan knew Amanda, because Amanda called on the last morning of her life. "Could've been a wrong number," Paul says smugly. Gil asks in his usual guileless manner, "Then what did you talk about for three minutes and fifty-five seconds?" Mrs. Logan is silent. Catherine moves in for the kill: "We could compel a DNA sample, which would confirm that you had a glass of wine that night." Paul asks if anyone's planning on pressing charges, or if this is just Felony Story Hour. Gil ignores him and spins his theory: Mrs. Logan went over to Amanda's place to confront her, and "a civilized drink turned into a violent brawl." After pausing for a moment so that we may see the lethal catfight in flashback, Catherine steps in and concludes that Mrs. Logan wrapped the body in a shower curtain, sliced off a finger, and moved the body. Mrs. Logan, having heard enough, is compelled to speak up in her own defense -- which surprises me, given that Paul seems like he'd sooner dive headfirst into a client's mouth than have them utter a single word in the presence of the police. Mrs. Logan manages to get out, "I listened to her rantings about how she and Roy were going to get married, and I set her straight. Roy was not going to leave me for her. He loved his money more than he loved the both of us. I told her I was going to evict her from that tacky little townhouse, and then Roy came in. You should have seen the look on his face. And I left them there to work it out." Now that Mrs. Logan's said her piece, Paul wants her out of there. Catherine has one more thing she wants; she asks Brass to hit the lights, and asks Mrs. Logan to extend her hands, palms up. "We don't have time for these games," Paul sighs, but they go along. Mrs. Logan's hands fail to fluoresce, so she obviously hasn't been handling the money Catherine had Logan mark. But -- surprise, surprise -- we have our rabbit. And you thought Rabbit Angstrom was a prick. At least he wasn't ever a lawyer like this guy. Paul then utters the immortal words, "Look, I can explain." Gil and Catherine grab a bag of popcorn and sit back to watch this show.
Paul gives a wonderfully legalistic explanation of what he did: "I put on the mask, I took the money, I made some phone calls, but I did not break any laws." And technically speaking, unless Nevada has laws against huffing helium or dressing like the Easter Bunny when out collecting money, he's probably right. Catherine's asking about Amanda; Paul vigorously disavows knowledge of her death, claiming, "I'm a lawyer, I work for my client, I did what he asked me to do." Okay, I'm not a lawyer. I can't even claim to watch too many courtroom dramas on television. But I would think that the American Bar Association would frown on its members using the attorney-client privilege as a rationalization for going along with a faked kidnapping. Catherine asks, "What are you saying, that Mr. Logan paid you dress up as a bunny rabbit?" For a brief flicker of a moment, Paul looks proud of himself as he admits, "That was my idea." Gil clarifies for the rest of us: Logan set the entire thing up as a way to cover up a murder and skip town with a million bucks. By the end of the discussion, Gil and Catherine are visibly disgusted; both of them look like they want to take a shower, on the off-chance that some of the molecules hanging in the air around Paul might contaminate them.