Blessedly lyric-less credits starting and ending with the Fab Five plus Eric Schaeffer at the water's edge, with the Golden Gate painted on the background behind them.

e.e. cummings must be writing for this show, because first the show name and now the line "first thing you do…" (I guess that's the episode name, trying to lend a bit o'class to the show by invoking the Bard) are all in lower case. 'Cuz it's edgier. Yeah, as edgy as one of those odd knives you're supposed to use when eating fish in a fancy restaurant. What're they called? Fish slices? Tall glass-and-steel office building, busy worker bees inside. Riley, wearing a sleeveless fuchsia shell, collates some copies as a superior darts over and asks her to perform some cite checks, because "Trevor said [she] was the best." Riley rolls her eyes and complains, "I reviewed a report for Trevor one time then he went and told everybody about it and now everyone thinks I'm easy. Breach of contract, medical malpractice, fraud. They're just using me, passing me around. I am their first-year slut. For Hoberman?" Don't know who Hoberman is or what he had to do with that mini-tantrum of hers, but ANYway. "We prefer associate slut," the superior says. "I have one other little thing, a case." "I have four of my own," Riley snips back. My legal counsel, Mr. Totalot, says that if any first-year associate talked back like that to a senior associate, she'd be out on her over-educated fanny faster than you can say "rebuttal." You take what you're given and you keep your mouth shut. I guess this guy is just really nice, because he continues in wheedling tones and tells her he remembers when senior associates used to take advantage of him. "So cut me some slack?" Riley says in her surprisingly realistic cubicle. The senior associate tells her no, because the case is a favor for a client they really care about. Riley asks why he's giving it to her. "Because it's for his housekeeper's granddaughter," he tells her. Riley nods, "Who 'we' don't care about," she says, air-quoting around the "we." "Who put her baby up for adoption," Senior Assoc corrects her, handing over the file. Riley flips it open. "And now she wants to withdraw consent, only it's too late," Senior Asso says. "This is a real case," Riley says. "This is a great case. What's wrong with this case?" she asks the Senior Asso's retreating back.