Lynne confabs with Noel. She exposits that they're calling Michelle's priest to the stand, but that she doesn't know why; she asks Noel if he thinks Michelle would've told the priest that they were having sex. "No, why would she? It simply wasn't true," Noel says. "Good," Lynne nods. Noel twiddles his fingers and whispers, "Why do they think that we're involved?" Lynne shrugs. "I'm not sure they really do," she admits. "The DA could be playing mind games." Noel stares uncomfortably at the table and confesses that he's a loser with women -- oh, you don't say! -- and as such, he masturbates a lot. He's scared Michelle told the priest, and that Father Exposition will paint a picture of him as some kind of sexual deviant. Lynne politely chokes that she's relatively certain they wouldn't call the priest over something so trivial. Noel clears his throat and cops to masturbating in his jail cell while thinking of Lynne; he wonders if the guard knows this and told the DA. Lynne looks like she wants to go wash her hands. "Are you upset with me?" he pants. Their eyes meet and the camera pulls away during "Masturbation in G: A Waltz By Dick McTingle."

Club meeting. This one's outside, during lunch. Clare is wearing a nasty, nasty shirt, with lots of colorful bits and pieces. It looks like stained glass, if it actually was glass that had accidentally been stained with the remnants of somebody's dinner. "I nearly gagged," Lynne says in reference to her meeting with Noel. Funny, she didn't show it. Quit, Gretchen! Be a waitress. Sarah wonders what happens now that Noel regularly makes beef jerky over her. "The case hasn't changed," Lynne says, cracking that she'll at least sit a little less close to Noel. Sarah bites her lip. "How is it?" she asks wistfully. "The trial. I mean, is it the high we imagined in law school?" Lynne sighs that she's been numb for most of it. "A lot of it is instinctual, which is good, but..." Clare and Sarah interrupt eagerly that they really only want to know if it's a high. Because if it's not, they will need to get high some other way, and fast. Lynne bites her lip and nods excitedly. Sarah looks sad, but smiles anyway; Clare grins.