Lynne fidgets. She's perched across from her boss's empty chair. He enters; he is Giancarlo Esposito. I think his real name is Mr. Hahn, but he's just Giancarlo to me. He needs to be prepared to be accountable for being in this show. He sits down and explains that last night, the district attorney called about Lynne's client, Wayne Henry. "She's concerned you've become infatuated with your client," Giancarlo says. Lynne offers up an unconvincing denial. It's a little early in the show for this, isn't it? I'd like to have at least seen her client before. Giancarlo cocks his eyebrow at her, because pretty girls are liars. He orders her to tell Wayne Henry that the accusation has been made. Lynne looks like she's not completely sure what any of this means, or where she is. "This is a murder trial," Giancarlo yawns. "It must be disclosed to protect him and the firm." Lynne blinks.
Club meeting. Lynne's office. It's enormous. It's the size of my living room. Lynne has gathered the gang for an impromptu exposition session. "Calm down," Clare says. "That's the WRONG thing to say, [Clare]," Lynne shouts, babbling angrily about how unfair it is for the DA to spread weird lies to her boss about infatuation. "I mean, that eunuch wouldn't know the feeling," she seethes. Sarah watches, silently, hoping that her thick-rimmed glasses make her look both twenty-seven (the actress is twenty) and smart. Lynne can't figure out why she has to tell her client any of this. I kind of can't either, since it seems like a really unfounded accusation, like, why would the DA have seen her around her client enough to establish that she's infatuated? Why are they throwing us into the middle of a story that's THIS implausible? Whatever. David E. Kelley fancies himself the object of our national infatuation, I think. He's all, "Do you love my narrative daring? Touch yourself." Clare tries not very hard to calm Lynne down, then gets tired of making any effort at all and turns to Sarah, who cocks her head, bites her lip Salinger-style, and says, "Look, we get it, Lynne. You've been giving us your opening for three days, and we appreciate that you're nervous." Lynne snaps that she's not nervous -- she's angry at the nasty ho DA. "I'm confronting her on this," she decides. Sarah urges her to control herself and not reveal how rattled she is. Clare nods, wishing that she had some real law-sounding lines. They all nod and agree that they've agreed upon something, which I believe is that Lynne is pissy.