Anna and PlasticMan have a little tête-à-tête, where PlasticMan accuses her of wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "Trust me, I'm not wearing everything I wore yesterday," Anna says. Oh, just make an announcement over the P.A. system already: ANNA HAD SEX LAST NIGHT AND LOST HER FAVORITE PANTIES AS A RESULT! THAT IS ALL. Back-and-forth flirting, sexual non-tension, and PlasticMan (whom Anna calls "Miles," but it's too late) pronounces that she had sex last night. Anna tries to hedge, but PlasticMan says he'll ask Riley, who purportedly "can't keep a secret to save her life," so Anna admits to spending a "lovely night with a very nice gentleman." PlasticMan corrects her, saying she slept with "some computer marketing moron" she met at a bar. Anna gets mad that Riley "has the biggest mouth" and corrects him, saying she met him at a dinner party. "He should've been me!" PlasticMan says. Should I even bother mentioning how inappropriate this conversation is for the office? No? Okay, I won't. "He can't hurt me. Can you make that promise?" Anna asks him. Well, we knew this was coming. PlasticMan says he wasn't "the hurter last time." "And I was? Come on [oddly long pause -- trying to remember the character's name, eh, Samantha?] Miles, I didn't hurt you, we both knew what that night was." "So you're telling me this is how you want it to be? You're free to do what you please with whomever you please?" "Yes," Anna says walking away. "And so am I?" PlasticMan asks. "No!" Anna says. "I didn't think so!" PlasticMan shouts and then looks around, belatedly aware that the WHOLE OFFICE COULD HEAR THEM.
Riley meets with her client in prison. Riley briskly goes into questioning her about her child, ascertaining that the baby is almost four months old and that she has no idea where the father is. In the middle of all this, the woman asks Riley sullenly, "Why do you talk like that?" "Like what?" Riley asks. "Like that," the client says. Riley ignores that and tells her she really needs her to answer her questions. Riley asks if there are any other relatives who could be guardian to Marissa, the baby. The woman starts to cry and says, "My grandmother," but it appears that the grandmother doesn't want the baby. Riley asks why she initially wanted the adoption in the first place. The woman shakes her head and says, "When I get out of here, my daughter is going to be grown. My lawyer said maybe I'll get parole, he wasn't sure. He said I got a raw deal. This is my first offense, Miss Kessler." Riley reminds her that she was convicted of felony murder. "You understand how serious that is, don't you?" Riley asks her, in slightly condescending tones. Her client comes alive: "I sat in the car! I didn't go into that store!" Riley reminds her that the man she was with killed a nineteen-year-old boy. "He was just going to get some things we needed, he didn't even ask for money and I'm not asking for forgiveness but I got a raw deal and my daughter shouldn't have to pay for it!" her client sobs. Riley thinks for a minute and tries to collect herself as prison doors slam in the background. "You had ninety days to legally withdraw your consent to adoption, why didn't you do it then?" she asks. Her client tells her that the baby was born in the prison, and she didn't think she had a whole lot of choices. Riley describes the adoptive parents as mid-thirties, excellent health, never been in debt, financially secure, he's a prof, she teaches Special Ed, and both have excellent driving records. Riley throws out a hand like, "What more do you want?" Her client says, "So you say I'm gonna lose my baby to them?" Riley says she's just informing her of her options, and she doesn't have any, since the couple has the law on their side. "Look, unless you have some reason why you believe they wouldn't be good parents or would harm your child in some way, you don't have a case," Riley says, and asks why she doesn't want them to adopt her baby. "They're white and nobody told me that!" the client says. Riley's jaw drops. Okay, it doesn't exactly drop, but it gapes a little.