Outside the court complex, Payne, his co-counsel, and their guilty-as-sin client stride purposefully. Then they purposefully stride some more. The client says he didn't like the "go ahead and blame him stuff," and Payne urges him not to worry. Their conversation is cut off as they encounter a gaggle of reporters who begin sticking microphones and cameras in Jason's face. I'm a bit unconvinced that an associate would be doing all the oral arguments and media stuff surrounding a big case like this, but whatevs. What do I know? I'm not a lawyer, I just married one. This scene does some thrifty exposition as we find out that Jason's client is a Ken Lay type on trial for looting his employee's retirement funds.
Behind all this high-powered action, Schultz and his client run out of the courthouse. The prostitute screeches and totters amusingly, and I wish for a moment she were Jennifer Coolidge and that she were on this show all the time and also that she would come be my roommate. Schultz bobs and weaves through the media circus surrounding Payne, and this is one doozy of a convenient encounter. In all of the court complexes in all of Los Angeles. Schultz takes a nosedive down the stairs. While he writhes around, two bailiffs grab him and he yells up at Payne, "Hey, soft shoe, a little help?" When Payne doesn't move lest he wrinkle his perfect suit, Schultz says, "Thanks a lot, jackass" to which Payne responds, "You're wearing two bailiffs and I'm the jackass?" What a weenie.