Halls of Justice. Amy and Bruce have entered a charity dance competition and are practicing the Lambada in her office. It's steamy! Oh, wait, that's just Amy's little daydream. Letterman Jacket's lawyer has produced a witness who can provide his client with an alibi for the time of the murder. He didn't want to bring it up before now, because the witness is Letterman Jacket's drug dealer. And, see, that looks bad. But not as bad as those orange jumpsuits the state prison doles out. Amy grants permission for the Defense to depose the witness, and asks that he be present the next time they convene. She returns to The Forbidden Dance.
>I barely even hear what Maxine and Mr. Potter say to each other. It's like they're both teachers from Charlie Brown. All I hear is "wah wah, wah wah wah wah." Potter asks if Maxine remembers a "Joseph Dutton." She reminisces that "he offered [her] a joint once. He was worried that [she] was stressed...he was seven." Oh, what a little sweetheart! Wah wah wah, Dutton's heading into surgery and has named Maxine as his next of kin wah wah wah Snoopycakes. She scampers down to the hospital to see if he has any more weed.
Amy is interrupted in the midst of some other boring case and told that Letterman Jacket's alibi has been taken to the hospital, that "he's dying." Do you think it could be...? Nah, that would be such a crazy coincidence!
Okey-day, I just took a quick break to watch the end of Star Wars on channel five. If there is a woman of my generation who was not, at some point in her youth, madly in love with Harrison Ford as Han Solo, I, for one, would be very surprised. He, Tom Cruise in Top Gun and, OK, I admit it freely, Michael J. Fox as both Alex P. Keaton and Marty McFly comprised the ultimate hottie triumvirate of my youth, circa 1985-1988.