Don Johnson is at the police station, and he looks perturbed. He is the court-appointed lawyer for the pretty killer girl. He asks her questions about the night, but she doesn't say anything. He says, "So, it wasn't self-defense, it was something that just...happened." Don's delivery of the period of ellipses is very pointed.

Next, we see Don walking out of the questioning room. He hands a piece of paper to a detective and says that the girl confessed to second-degree murder and that he promised her fifteen years: "You're welcome." And, he's gone. The cop standing next to the detective asks who the DA was. The detective answers, "Grant Cooper. He's not the DA. He's her defense lawyer." Then, he walks away smirking.

Next we find ourselves on a golf course. Skip is a caddy. There is some sort of profound displacement going on here. Now, Skip managed to enter college before he was even a teenager and finish law school before he was twenty, yet, YET he doesn't at least have a job as a runner for a respected attorney. No, he doesn't even have a free internship at a crappy law firm. Skip is a caddy. I don't believe it. And, I mean, it's not believable. And, I'm down with the prodigy thing. When I was in high school, there was this nine-year-old in my city who had finished high school and was taking courses at the local college. So, I know that it's possible to finish school young and all. But, this? I don't believe this. There is an even younger boy next to Skip who says he shouldn't worry about getting turned down by "another" law firm. He should just chill and let everyone catch up with him. Pretty good advice, actually. Skip rudely replies that "Tom" is pretty smart for someone who failed the tenth grade. It always comes back to academics for you, doesn't it, Skip? Tom says that failing was the smartest thing he ever did because now "Mom and Dad" will be happy just to see him graduate. That kid's got it right. And, he's going to get laid first. Skip is Grant's caddy. Small world. Grant asks Skip how much money he owes to the other two guys playing. Skip is also a human calculator and quickly adds it to $735. Grant is perturbed by accurate math and bets double or nothing on the next hole. He gets it, and Tom tells Skip that he helps Grant hustle. So, I guess Tom is Grant's caddy and Skip was just helping for the day? Whatever.

Montage of more California beach stuff, with a Third Eye Blind-ish song playing. Wow, they're really reviving the mid- to late '90s for me. Thanks, I was stoned through those years for a reason. Grant and the boys are having lunch at a table at a sidewalk café. Grant takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey and tells Tom and Skip, "Sometimes you have to make your own luck." A pretty girl with a yoga mat passes their table and makes eyes at Grant and kind of glances at Skip. Skip asks Grant if he knows her. "Not yet," he answers, subtly revealing that we are to expect plenty of lady shenanigans with Grant later in the season. Skip says that he went to law school with her and now she's working (world still smaller). Grant hears that Skip still hasn't found a job, and offers him some "more" work. What, his laundry? No, Grant has an insurance case and wants Skip to write Grant's response to a motion, because Grant is "not a paper kind of guy." Skip tells Grant not to hustle him. Where's the hustle? Like it's anyone's dream job to write a big, boring paper. Grant expands his offer and says that if Skip helps Grant, he will have Skip in court on Monday morning. Skip mulls the offer as the music gets louder.