Lynne gets up and argues the point that, while Karina saw Noel exit the apartment, she never actually saw him enter. "The point is, he was there," Karina says. "I understand, but you also said you didn't see anybody else enter," Lynne explains. "I'm trying to establish that you didn't see [Noel] enter either and only happened to see him leave because you heard shouting and looked out your window." She points out that it's possible someone else entered and left without grabbing her attention. "Your client is the only one I noticed being there," Karina clarifies, glaring at Lynne. Next, Lynne presses Karina on why she thought Michelle and Noel were sleeping together, other than the fact that they spent lots of time together. Karina simply stares at her. "Did you not hear my question?" Lynne asks innocently. "I was just looking at you, thinking that we're about the same age. We could even be friends," Karina says. "And I just wonder if I could ever be friends with someone who does what you do for a living." Okay, hello? That's not proper comportment for a trial. This witness is befouling my screen. Make it stop. "I hope you don't confuse me for the kind of lawyer who defends guilty people," sasses Lynne. Yeah, the jury's going to love that. Lynne is stupid. She's a stupid little trout who's a sucker for flies on hooks. Felicity objects weakly to this exchange -- far less strongly than I do actually -- and the judge orders everyone to forget it ever happened. Lynne turns away, finished, and notices that Giancarlo is looking daggers at her from the back of the courtroom. Intense Guitar Riffs of Holy Shit play Lynne back into her seat.
Club meeting. Lynne is complaining that Giancarlo's making her even more nervous by watching her every move during her first trial. Sarah complains that she'd love it if a partner watched her do anything, so she could confirm that they're aware of her existence. She's tried everything she can think of already -- funky glasses, bad-quality work, severely reduced eyebrows -- and none of it seems to have worked, poor dear. Lynne tries to comfort Sarah. "Everything is going to change once they see you argue that motion," she insists. "IF I get to argue it," Sarah points out. "It's not even definite that I will, especially since she doesn't even like the brief." Lynne has nothing to offer on this one. Even she can't pretend that Sarah isn't in deep shit. "Look at [Clare]," Lynne finally offers. "Last week she thought she'd never get out of the library, and today she's covering a deposition."