Pete tells Mason that his new job doesn't start until the next day: "The other guy hasn't even cleaned out his desk. In the meantime, cherish your unemployment. Finley does," Pete finishes as Finley walks up in an argyle vest, a skirt, and argyle socks. "I do," she says as she prepares to tee off. "Finley, in America we usually tee off with a wood," Mason tells his sister. He must've finally caught on to the fact his sister's really an Aussie. "Again with your rules," Finley says as she tees off. Mason and Pete are impressed, "Good shot," Mason says grudgingly as Pete nods. "Finley," Pete is now talking to a bush, "let it go, it's a one-stroke penalty." "I don't want to lose a stroke!" Finley's voice comes from the bush. "You're at eight already," Mason tells her as Finley shrieks, "Got it!" "Mason Scott!" A snide voice approaches: "How's it going, amigo?" "Neil!" Mason exclaims. "Hey, how are things with Abbott?" Neil the eel responds, "Well, we got Chang doing your job, can't be too bad. Hey, I thought you might have left town. You know, after I fired you?" Mason tells him he got a job with Owens from Michigan. "Well, sometimes you gotta move down to find your level," Neil responds. "Actually, I'm an L.A.," Mason tells him, "just like you." Neil looks miffed: "I'm Senate, you're House. You gotta take a big discount for that, but hey, whatever helps you get it up.[um, ick?] See you around." Neil walks away and Mason gazes after him.
Lewis is explaining his cousin's plight to his sympathetic girlfriend: "Well, the police caught my cousin inside a locked electronics store at 2:30 AM; it's not like there's a good alibi." Sarah tells him that it doesn't sound like Tyrrell. "It's not Tyrrell, it's his friend Riggs. I'm sure he was behind all of it; Tyrrell was there just to help carry things." Lewis pauses to get tie advice from Sarah. Jeez, just last week she was giving tie advice to Pete; maybe she should just get a job on E! Fashion Emergency with Emmé. "Tyrrell's nineteen, he has a good job, no priors. We'll make bail, plead it out as attempted, and he'll get probation plus community service." Sarah asks Lewis if he can handle all of this. Lewis tells her he's a bona fide lawyer who practices in D.C. Sarah tells him it's not the lawyer-Lewis she's worried about. Lewis kisses her: "Don't worry, this is gonna be fine."
Lewis is in court for the bail hearing. A court clerk announces, "Docket number 714382, The People vs. Tyrrell Freeman and William Riggs." The A.D.A. speaks: "Your Honor, Mr. Freeman and Mr. Riggs were arrested at the scene of the crime where they ran from the police in an attempt to avoid capture. One officer was injured in the chase -- had eleven stitches from broken glass. In addition to last night's attempt at burglary, these two men are suspects in three other cases, all at the same chain of stores, all with similar details. Total value exceeds one hundred thousand dollars." Lewis looks back at his cousin who shrugs anxiously. Lewis voices an objection, "Your Honor, this is the first we're hearing of these other burglaries --" The A.D.A. interrupts, "Our office just became aware of the connection; we're going to be filing charges this afternoon." "The question of bail has to be determined on the charges as they stand," Lewis insists. "I'm aware of that, counsel," the judge tells Lewis. "Your Honor, both of these men are D.C.-born and raised with long-standing ties to the community. Now, Tyrrell Freeman has a scholarship to the University of Virginia next fall and no prior record. He's no risk for flight," Lewis argues. "Unlike Mr. Riggs who's had two priors. One for shoplifting, one for receipt of stolen property," the A.D.A. says. "All right, I'm setting bail for Mr. Freeman at fifty thousand dollars and for Mr. Riggs at two hundred thousand," the judge bangs his gavel, "Next case." Lewis gives his cousin a questioning look. Tyrrell won't meet his eyes.