Helen sits down next to Joan and enumerates several possibilities: "Say...talk to the buyer. Talk to Adam. Talk to Adam's father. Believe it or not, I have some influence with him, too. Honey, there are lots of other things that you could do before...destroying his best work." Joan wells up. Will says that destruction is not a good option. Tears fall from Joan's eyes as she realizes, "I had a failure of imagination." Will: "Well, that's putting it kindly." Helen says gently, "Will..." He asks, "Helen, you aren't going to defend what she did, are you?" Her mother says they raised her to do what she thought was right, and she did it to try to help someone else. Will: "You want me to be proud of her?" Of course not: "It was stupid, but...she's only sixteen, and her intentions were good." Insert standard remark about the road to hell here. Helen adds, "And she had a failure of imagination." Will, who's clearly not on the same plane of compassion and forgiveness as his wife at this moment, wonders, "Do we...punish her for that, or what?" Helen sorta chuckles and shakes her head, saying, "Go to work." Will sighs and leaves. Helen moves closer to Joan on the sofa, and then Joan really breaks down, resting her head on her mother's shoulder as she sniffs and whimpers. Man, Amber Tamblyn cries like nobody's business.
Will returns to the police station, where he's asked about developments in the Burns case. He says, "No comment." Another reporter asks if he personally thinks the case should go to trial. Will decides to comment after all: "I don't know. It seems to me that Burns is a decent man, but the evidence as to whether or not he had the intent to kill that night is unclear. That's why we have juries." The first reporter asks, "So you believe this case should go to trial?" Will pauses before replying that he does.
The next shot is one of a large city at sunset. I just about fell off the couch. This is Arcadia? If so, I would say the population has to be somewhere between a million and two million. We cut to a scene in some tony restaurant, where a bunch of white guys in suits are doing whatever it is white guys in suits do at restaurants. Cut deals. Okay, there are a few women here and there. I can't figure out what this event is. Helen's not there. Anyway, Will is glad-handing some guy when Fellowes comes over and says Mayor Dunbar wants to speak to him, and gently ushers him toward the mayor's table. Will asks, "Am I in trouble?" When is he not? Fellowes says the point was not to take Allan Burns to trial. Will: "The point is to figure out what really happened that evening." They reach Dunbar's table, where the mayor tells Will, "Good speech, Chief." Will: "So you support the budget request?" Dunbar just looks at Fellowes, who's standing there, and dismisses him: "Thank you, Gabe." Gabe looks mildly surprised that he's not expected to be part of this discussion. Dunbar tells Will, "The people have spoken. Allan Burns is a hero. Gabe has informed you of my wishes in this matter?" Will replies quickly, "Oh, yes, sir. He's very good at that." Dunbar asks, "Why didn't you behave accordingly?" Because he's not a trained monkey? Because you never invited him to be a Centurion? Because he's chock-full of integrity, ethics, and nine essential nutrients? Will leans forward and says after a moment's thought, "There's a problem in this town." Dunbar asks to be enlightened. Will says, "You like to handle everything through back channels. You want to decide this case here or in an office or in the pages of a newspaper, instead of a jury room. You lack faith in the system. Now, either it's because you don't give people credit for being able to deal with complicated matters, or it's because confusion works for you." Dunbar replies calmly, "All right. Then let me be very clear. At the end of your probation period, your employment will be terminated." Will thinks the police commission will have something to say about that. Dunbar: "Oh, I don't know about that, Girardi. As you say, I don't give a damn about the system. You have about six months to find another job." Dunbar gets up and walks away. Six months: that puts us right in the middle of May sweeps. Maybe Will could take Price's job. I think he'd be a lot better at it.