Toni comes into Will's office with the newspaper and asks if he read it. He says he did, but she reads it out loud anyway: "'Chief Girardi's zero tolerance for graffiti misdemeanours and moving violations is nothing more than institutionalized racism targeting the young African-American male." Will says, "I read it." He's putting on his coat, prompting her to ask where he's going. He's off to speak at an elementary school. She asks if he's going to show them his gun, but he says he's going to lock it in his glove compartment: "I don't want them staring at my gun and asking me how many bad guys I've killed." As he's about to leave, she says, "Chief...this is a good policy." She pauses. "Not that you asked." Will says, "According to my son -- a fact checker -- we arrested 107 men between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four last month. Eighty-two of them were either black or Hispanic." Toni: "Tagging leads to gang wars, gang wars mean drive-bys, which definitely count as moving violations." Will asks, "Can I ask you something?" Toni replies, "As an African-American?" Will: "No, as a cop. Is that article going to stop my guys on the street from doing their job?" Toni: "All they need to know is that zero tolerance is zero tolerance, no matter what colour the perp behind the wheel. Tell you what: I will personally bust a rich white guy today." Please let it be the mayor. Will laughs and says he'll be back in an hour.
Marlene notices Helen working absentmindedly, and points out she ran out of staples five minutes ago. Helen claims she doesn't know what's wrong with her today. Marlene: "Are you having an affair?" Helen: "No." Marlene: "Is it Price?" Ewww! She adds, "You're covering up, pretending you hate him?" Helen: "No." The hate is real. Believe me. Helen whispers that she might be pregnant. Marlene: "By Price?" Geez. You just know she's sitting around writing Helen/Price fanfic. Helen tells her to stop it or she'll staple her. Marlene asks if she's gone to a doctor; Helen tells her about the home test, but questions the accuracy of such tests. Marlene says, to Helen's dismay, that they're about 99 percent accurate. Marlene adds that the Pill is only about 90 percent effective, "Which should be plenty, for a woman who's been married as long as you have." Helen: "Oh, well, you don't know my husband, he's really..." Okay, too much information there, for us, and definitely for Marlene. She leers, "Oh, well, serves you right, then..." Helen agrees: "It sorta does." She tells Marlene to keep it on the down low; Will doesn't even know. Marlene tells her not to look so happy: "Remember having your last baby?" Of course Helen does: "It's only...fifteen years ago." Marlene laughs: "The realization sinks in!" Helen looks serious and says she's not all that great a mother. Marlene tells her she's hormonal.