She walks down the hall, tossing her hair pissily as she pointedly ignores Cute Guy God. He starts to walk away as she turns the corner and runs into Goth "Rock Me" God. I think that's a new record for proximity of avatars, isn't it? Joan's caught slightly off guard and says, "I told you I didn't want to see you anymore." He walks behind her, saying, "I thought maybe you had changed your mind. It seemed like we really connected last time." Joan insists they didn't. Goth God: "So you didn't feel anything?" Joan "Why Did It Have To Be Me" Girardi stops: "Look, it's over, okay? You're just going to have to adjust to that. Call up a friend on the phone and bitch about me if you need to, but you have to find someone else." Goth God: "I just want…" Joan holds up her hand and squeezes it quickly into a fist: "No! I don't want to hear it!" She takes off. Frink: "Dude, God's a stalker." Me: "I know! Where do you get a restraining order for God? I doubt even Gavin de Becker knows what to do about that." He tails her, advising her to just keep her eyes open. She wants to know what he means by that. She says they're already open. He continues, "I know how hard it is, being back, reconnecting. You have choices to make…" Joan: "Well, I have free will, right?" He agrees. She says she's using it right now and takes off with a sternly dismissive hand gesture: "I choose a life without you!"
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."