And we go to the Who.
Catherine taking pictures of Logan in his skivvies. She notes that she sees no visible injuries; Gil cheerfully replies that he sees no blood on Logan's clothes. Logan nervously asks how long this will take. Gil hands over the clothes and apologizes for the inconvenience. Just as Gil turns back around to begin puttering with whatever evidence he gathered, a man enters the room, having been checked out of the "lawyer" repository over at Central Casting. ["Specifically, the 'dead Sopranos associates' room -- it's the artist formerly known as Mikey Palmice." -- Sars] Naturally, the lawyer asks, "What the hell is going on?" Logan responds, "Paul, get me out of here now." That's no answer to the question! Paul barks, "Put your clothes back on, don't say another word to these people. I'm taking my complaint to the district attorney -- you had no grounds to detain Mr. Logan, let alone disrobe him." Well, given the hang-'em-high mentality the DA's office has shown on this show, it looks like it's curtains for Gil and Catherine. But wait! Gil peevishly points out, "His hands were covered in blood and he had a million dollars in his briefcase." Paul rebuts that it's not a crime to be rich. Nor is it a crime to wash your hands, but Logan's apparently waiting for the Supreme Court to hand down an opinion on that matter before he takes action. Paul and Logan hustle out of there towards Paul's car; Logan is careful to pick up his cell phone, but appears to miss the sunglasses sitting next to them. Paul says good-bye in lawyerese -- which, when translated into English, is apparently, "You'll be hearing from us" -- and after the two men go, Catherine asks Gil if Shakespeare is indeed the one responsible for the quote, "Let's kill all the lawyers." Gil confirms it (for the curious, it's in Henry VI, Part II, and the quote is, "The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers," as uttered by a minor character) and asks, "Where is [Shakespeare] when we need him?" Cribbing from Christopher Marlowe, no doubt. I kid! I kid! Catherine laughs politely and then asks Gil to drop off the swabs at the lab; she's got to motor to Lindsey's school recital. Lindsey's playing the girl in the moon, because the actor slated to play the man in the moon came down with the mumps. In this day and age? Don't parents take their kids in for the MMR anymore? As she's rushing out the door, she notices Logan's sunglasses on the table and makes a chuffing noise of annoyance.
We then see her walking out the door, flagging Logan in the parking lot -- which is surprising, given the alacrity with which he left the tank -- to hand him his sunglasses. Logan sighs. Catherine walks over and extends the sunglasses, quipping cordially, "Service-oriented policing." Logan wheels on her, looking panicky. "You don't understand. Get away from me." Naturally, Catherine plants herself. The cell rings, and Logan answers it. He hands it over to Catherine, saying, "It's for you." Catherine gives him a huh? face before taking the phone and saying hello. She then proceeds to have this conversation: