Ricky opens the door and the lawyer stands in the doorway, looking at Blake, who declines counsel, saying, "I want to be any help I can in solving Walter's disappearance." The lawyer protests and Ricky practically shuts the door in his face. Blake, extremely Southern gentleman-ly, says, "Pleased to meet you."
Sip's fiddling with his Magic 8-Ball as he asks Phillip about baseball. "Yankees or Mets?" I bet Phillip roots for the YANK-ees. Phillip says he just follows his "favorite gay players," and Sip gets that look on his face like, "Whoa...baseball players? GAY?" Sip, here's a rule of thumb: ANYONE can be gay, and lots of people ARE. Learn to live with it. You big baby. So the lawyer comes back in with Ricky and Phillip jumps up: "Did you tell him I was here? Did they beat him?" Sip tells Ricky, "I hope you laid the make-up on." Hee. The lawyer says Blake didn't look beaten and that he did in fact decline representation. Phillip says menacingly, "Is that fun for you -- twisting people's minds?" Ricky says he bet Blake had fun with Walter. WOOOH! Phillip says, narrow-eyed, "Walter had deep pockets and an evil mind." Whoops, you said "had," Phillip! You did it. Then he says he wants to talk to Blake, and Sip and Ricky say they want to talk to him alone first. The lawyer says that doesn't seem like such a good idea but Phillip, arrogant to a fault, says, "That's a challenge I think I'm up to. Is there something I need to say to make this official?" Sip says, "'You're fired' will work." Phillip screams "YOU'RE FIRED!" at the geeky lawyer. John gulps and as Sip and Ricky lead Phillip off to be interrogated, his mouth hangs open.
Phillip's back in the pokey with Ricky and Sip. The cute little sign is gone. What a surprise. Sip starts in on Phillip: "You know you're not getting out of here. You know you're going to give it up. You're going to give it up so you can hold Blake in your arms, boo hoo hoo, so you can give him love and happiness, boo hoo hoo, and write him letters in prison." Phillip whines a little and says, "I wanna see him." Sip continues breaking Phillip down: "The great running back O.J. Simpson declined counsel, just as you have done...if I had gone in with the great Simpson, the only thing that would have stopped me from getting a confession would be an earthquake!" GO SIP! Phillip breaks a little more and says, "Go on to the beating!" Ricky says, "No one's looking to beat you." Phillip snorts, "That's a crock. You'd love to beat me. It's your version of sex." Sip ignores this and continues talking about O.J. and Nicole and that waiter guy who was "in the wrong place at the wrong time," and then Ricky adds, "Sometimes people's passions get the best of them, Phillip," and then Sip continues his theory on how O.J. went over to his ex-wife's house just to do a little vandalism on her car and Phillip interrupts with, "Which was all I wanted to do! A car the color of which someone shouldn't even have had the taste to conceive of." What's wrong with taupe? Sip continues with, "All that emotion, it just explodes," and Phillip yells, "It EXPLODES! It explodes. I put a hammer two inches into his head. I'm afraid to even hammer a nail."