Sorry.

Quordon sits in his prison oranges in the company of Roam, Roam's non-Sydney adviser, and Quordon's lawyer, all of them listening to the surveillance tape that got Quordon nailed for the fire at Midas Touch. Isn't this show supposed to be about supple naked teenagers? Why has it gotten so chung-chung on us so quickly? Roam demands to know names and dates of every under-the-table deal Goldman has ever cut, information he'll exchange for Quordon's life. The death penalty for one dead stripper and a torched strip club in the Valley? Please. Residents of Los Angeles County are probably just happy that the place was finally properly fumigated. Quordon's lawyer agrees, thinking that the jury wouldn't go for the death penalty anyway, seeing as "the victim worked in the sex trade." But Non-Sydney adds the human-interest angle, adding that "the victim was twenty years old" and had a six-month-old baby. Quordon does some legitimate ACTING right here, rising from his hopeless, book-em-Dano'ed hunch and yelling, "The victim was a whore!" Whoa! Raw emotion conjured up from the depths of the bottom drawer! ["And, if her baby is only six months old and she was already back at her fighting weight, trim enough to strip? Well, then she's a hero to women everywhere." -- Wing Chun] Roam reminds Quordon that the victim is still dead at his hands and that that's...well, kind of a problem, y'know? "Goldman paid her, you killed her. As far as I'm concerned, you're both guilty." As far as I'm concerned, the victim was a whore! That is fun to say. Roam gives the final ultimatum: "Life or death, take it or leave it." Very well. I choose cake.