Amy, in chambers, rails to Bruce about how sick she is of hearing the same excuses -- no family, no structure, no role models. Bruce wonders if she's like to recuse herself. "No," saith Amy, "just because I'm in there, wanting to rip that guy's head off, doesn't mean I can't be impartial." Amy explains that if she recuses herself, she'll look too soft in the eyes of her colleagues. Bruce makes the excellent point that having a family member recently on the receiving end of a bullet is not a "soft" excuse. Amy gets weepy and defensive, but asserts that she can handle it. Bruce suggests that maybe she'll feel better after they hear from the defense. Amy starts to cry. Bruce looks very sympathetic and calls a twenty-minute recess. Damn, I love me some Bruce Van Exel. He's so strong, yet silent. Manly, yet secretly sensitive. Mysterious, yet straightforward.
Vincent runs into The (Future) Girlfriend on his way into see the line-up. They fully check each other out, and stare, longingly, at one another as they're each led in opposite directions.
In the Halls of Justice, Chetwind's lawyer has yet again dropped the ball. He's having problems finding anyone to testify on his client's behalf. Amy tells him to start defending his client...or else.
Vincent's facing the line-up, and, squinty-eyed, surveys the various Creeps lined up for his perusal. He's not sure. The detectives on the case get annoyed with him for not being able to make the identification. Vincent explains that he was looking more at the Creep's gun than his face. The detective backs off and tells him to take his time. Vincent has another nifty black and white flashback, this one complete with The (Future) Girlfriend's anguished squealing in the background, and a conveniently clear glimpse of the Creep's face. Vincent picks number three out of the line-up. The cops give him a cookie. Well, not really.
Back in the Halls of Justice, Bruce is running down Amy's schedule for our harried and emotionally distraught judge. He tells her that Robert Chetwind is testifying on his own behalf...and that he's the only one who is testifying on his behalf. She, yet again, is disgusted by the way Chetwind's lawyer has dropped the ball.
Bruce and Amy enter the courtroom, to see the Voccis, again. "Ever have one of those dreams that wouldn't end?" Bruce quips. "I think I'm having it now," Amy replies under her breath. Yeah, me too. Now the Quarrelling Voccis are arguing because Mrs. Vocci has stopped breastfeeding. Amy looks distinctly annoyed. She tells the Voccis that she's "spent more than enough time dealing with this penis -- er, petition." Amy stifles a laugh at her own malapropism. Bruce guffaws to his tiny little desk. Mama Vocci looks appalled. Amy excuses herself from the courtroom and goes out into the hallway, where she bursts into laughter.