At the Georgetown mansion, Mason opens the doors to a bunch of officers who thrust a search warrant at him. The police officers rummage through the belongings of the housemates. "Hey, be careful with that!" Finley admonishes one of them. "They can't do this, can they?" Finley asks. "They have a search warrant," Mason tells her. "Yeah, for a Tyrrell Freeman. Is that Lewis's brother?" Pete asks. "He doesn't have a brother," Finley tells him, "it could be his cousin." Just when did Finley become so knowledgeable about Lewis's family life? "They said the guy's car was registered at this address," Mason tells them.
The three of them bust in on Sarah at work. "I don't know why the police would come to the townhouse," Sarah says. Mason asks if Lewis let his cousin register his car at their address. "Why would he do that?" Sarah asks. "To lower his insurance, I mean it's a better zip code," Mason says. "I don't know, " Sarah hedges. "Well, do you think Lewis knew that his cousin was doing it?" Mason persists. "I don't know, I'm not Lewis," Sarah says, unhelpfully. "Sarah, this is serious. The police were digging through our house for an hour. What if they found something?" Mason asks. "Like what? Stolen electronics? Don't tell me you think Lewis was involved," Sarah says getting pissed. "No, of course not," Mason tells her. "Good," Sarah says between clenched teeth. Finley steps in: "Sarah, the point is, we're all involved. Whatever Lewis's cousin did or didn't do, we now have police going through our laundry!" Sarah bends a little: "You're right, you do have reason to be upset, but not with me. Lewis is handling this, that's all I know," she says and walks away.
Lewis runs down the polished marble halls of the Supreme Court and into his boss coming out of her office. "You're four hours late, Mr. Freeman," she tells him. "I apologize. I can't begin to say how sorry I am," Lewis tells her. "Well, you can begin; whether you finish or not is a different matter," his boss says. "I'm sorry, I was in a situation where I couldn't call," Lewis explains. "I didn't want you calling telling me you're late. I'm not the girl you take to the movies, I'm your boss. Now, that personal matter, is it resolved?" the boss asks. "No. I thought it might be but it's not," Lewis tells her. His boss asks him if this personal matter is worth sacrificing his clerkship. Lewis tells her he doesn't want it to, but when it comes down to it, it's worth risking his clerkship. "You misunderstand," his boss tells him. "You already are risking your clerkship, I'm asking if you're willing to give it up."