Establishing shot of what's no doubt Silver Terrace's church. Inside, Eli notes that Powell doesn't look happy with their offer, despite the fact that the amount is three times what the city already paid them. Many of the neighborhood residents are in attendance, though, and Eli asks them if they're willing to bet that much money that Powell will win the case. It's a fair point -- if they're all going to get a total of four times what the city deemed as the value of their homes, it seems reasonable to conclude that they'd be able to afford something else -- and it's not lost on the crowd, or at least the one member of the crowd that's being paid speaking rates. Powell, however, tells them that it's no compensation for losing the homes they raised their children and grandchildren in. I think he's doing his clients a disservice by summarily dismissing the offer, but let's move on to Taylor's bemused expression...

...which leads to her asking Eli what the hell he was doing in the meeting. Eli ignores her and tries calling Salinsky, as he thinks he can get Powell to take $25 million. If you think that, Eli, maybe you should have...asked him? Because if you go back with $25 million and fail, you're going to look like an ass. More to the point, Taylor tells Eli that it's malpractice to shove a settlement down a client's throat like he's trying to do, and besides, they can win at trial. This forces Eli to tell Taylor the truth about his visions, saying that they guide him. He says he knows it sounds crazy, but he saw himself take his dad's ashes to India and he saw Jake McCann die, and now he's seen Silver Terrace get destroyed by an earthquake. Taylor, however, doesn't buy that the visions have any higher purpose or predictive value, and says he needs help. Eli walks off as Taylor wonders how she ever dated someone three feet shorter than she is.