Courtroom. Melanie and Vic are conferring with the D.A.; she's saying that the cop has lied before on three separate cases at his former post in Philadelphia. She hands the prosecutor three binders and continues that, in each instance, "he misconstrued, exaggerated, or in some cases completely lied in his police report, resulting in the judge calling a mistrial." Don't they usually fire your ass for that, no matter the case? The D.A. thumbs through one of the binders, while Mike and Debbie gush about what a good lawyer she is. Behind them, Emmett sighs, "Compared to her, I feel so ignorant. So useless." Ted: "You are." Snicker. Emmett narrows his eyes. Ted amends, "On the other hand, she doesn't have your height, or your ability to wear chartreuse in the daytime." Thank God, or else I might have to take her name away again. The D.A. tells MM, "This is all compelling, but why would he do this?" Um. Duh. Melanie explains, slowly, that the cop seems to have a problem with homosexuals: "Look, we can save the court a lot of time and money. My client's innocent." The D.A. asks Vic whether that's true. So, chalk up crime dramas as another TV genre that QaF thinks we never watch. Vic nods, "I may have done a lot of things [cough] in my life, but I never exposed myself or enticed that officer. I know I may not have much left. My health. My youth. My friends. But I still have my name. And I will fight to defend it." Vic and Emmett smile at each other. You know, during this entire scene, I kept expecting Madonna to burst into the room with a choir, and start belting out "Like a Prayer." "This hot young black man is innocent, your honor! And besides which, he's Jesus!" Yes, I'm quite aware of how wrong I am. Thanks for listening, anyway.