The trio stops outside Clare's office. "Lynne, you're ready," Clare decides. Lynne would rather talk about trimming her opening statement. "Lynne, it's perfect," Clare says. "You're ready, and you can do this." Lynne basks in the glow of breasted support, and trots off with Sarah.

Inside her office, Clare greets Pacey's teacher from the first season of Dawson's Creek, Tamara. "Are you the attorney?" Tamara gapes. "You look so young." Yes, because young people aren't smart or professional. I hate people who say shit like that; I got it a lot at my old job. Piss off, hag. Go bone a WB starlet. Tamara trembles that this is a very serious matter and it's terribly embarrassing, and she doesn't think most women would have the courage to step forward with it. "I really want to avoid the humiliation of a trial," she wheedles. Clare digests all this and decides it tastes like burning.

What is Noel doing here? I really wish he'd let his wife be the breadwinner for a while. Noel is Lynne's client. She's supposed to be infatuated with Noel? Ha! Oh, I needed a good belly laugh. Thanks, everyone! Noel doesn't understand what Lynne's telling him. "It certainly isn't true," she insists. "But you should be aware that she said this." Noel screws up his face. "That we're involved," he clarifies. "That I'm infatuated," she corrects him, staring at her hands. "She's just trying to disrupt my focus." And nauseate us. Lynne notices that Noel is now looking at her oddly. "Are you involved with me, Lynne?" he breathes, creepily. "I'm not offended if you are, because..." Lynne interrupts that she's completely dedicated to ensuring the acquittal of an innocent man, and also she wants to ride him into town like an unruly steed in need of a good whuppin'. Noel looks disappointed that he can't saddle up right now.

Welcome to the courthouse, the storied halls of bustice...er, "justice." Lynne's hair is blowing in the breeze, because it can. She stops the DA outside the building, and it turns out Felicity Huffman from Sports Night is slumming it today. She has a horrible short haircut and would appear to be either aging badly, or letting the makeup people commit atrocities of war paint on her face. "If you have a problem with my conduct, I'd appreciate you coming to me directly," sneers Lynne. Felicity snorts. "If I could be older and wiser for a moment..." "You could be older," Lynne brats. Okay, hee. Dammit. I need to bathe. Felicity says she's seen Lynne and Noel interact and she can tell they have chemistry, except she's on crack, because Noel wouldn't have chemistry with a chemistry set, so whatever, Felicity. Lynne swears she's not involved with her client. "The fact that you won't entertain manslaughter..." Lynne interrupts that she believes in Noel's innocence. Felicity points out that he at least has a psychological deficit, then, since he was apparently obsessed with the murder victim. "Fine," Lynne snaps. "Reduce the charge to 'psychological deficit,' and I'll consider a plea." Felicity smirks and warns her to be careful, because she's a girl, and the Halls of Bustice eat girls for lunch. Lynne bites her lip.