Will "Put On Your White Sombrero" Girardi and Chewy "Dum Dum Diddle" Carlisle drive up to a crime scene, which, even though it's outside and broad daylight, is still almost as blue as the police station interiors. I feel like I need them to ease up a little on the blue filters, or whatever the technique is. I get the dichotomy, I really do. Will's carping to Chewy about the lawsuit: "'Emotional damage.' What is that?" Chewy: "That's what happens when you live with my ex-wife." Maybe there wasn't enough room in your marriage for you, her and your tapeworm, chum, have you considered? ["Also, we already have a Lennie Briscoe, but thanks for coming out today." -- Sars] Will carries on: "And my lawyer says they have a case. My kid has wheels for legs and I'm on the defensive. Just once, I'd like someone to do the right thing. Once." What's that saying? Be careful what you wish for? Yeah. Put a pin in that. Chewy: "You're still a dreamer. It's cute." A uniformed member of a sheriff's office tells them that an eight-year-old African-American boy got caught in the crossfire of a drive-by. He says his mother's on her way. Will: "Shooters are probably gonna sue because the kid stole their bullets." Chewy asks about witnesses. As usual in poor black neighbourhoods on TV, nobody's talking. Will goes up to the little boy, and tries to reassure him, and asks if he saw who shot him. He didn't. Will asks the assembled crowd, "No one saw a thing here? Not the shooters? A car?" The silence is a mixture of resignation, fear, distrust and anger. Will mildly harangues one gaggle, asking, "You think this is not going to happen again? You think your kid won't be next?" You think they have any reason to believe the police are really interested in helping them? They watch the boy being taken away. One woman comments that he was selling wrapping paper for his school: "I bought some. 'Thank you, ma'am,' he said." Will zeroes in on her, asking if she saw anything. She just shakes her head at him and walks away, and the head shaking is much more "You've got to be kidding me" than "No, I didn't."

Grace and Luke are having a semi-private conversation around a corner in a school hallway. Grace is at her locker, and Luke's pretending to read posters and kind of talking to the wall, just loud enough for her to hear. Grace: "Dude, ABBA?" Luke: "I thought you might like them 'cause everyone hates them." Grace: "Well, you thought wrong. Tell me you don't have any BeeGees in there." Dead silence. Yikes. Grace: "Dude?" Luke: "It's just music." Grace: "Just music?" She issues an order: "Meet me tomorrow night with mix CDs. If we find no common ground, we're toast." She closes her locker and vamooses. As Luke watches her go, Friedman "When I Kissed The Teacher" Owlander (or Aulander, or whatever his last name is) comes up and brags, "Dude, I just dropped my pencil to look up Charlene Lister's skirt…" Luke walks off, bored and/or disgusted. Friedman: "It was one of those culotte things…" Culotte things? Are those actually still fashionable anywhere?