Right. I've given up all hope of Hunky D.A. -- I know he's not coming back. I know he's been released from his contract. But I don't want to give DEK any more of a God complex than he's already developed. He can giveth, but I'm sure as hell not going to be happy about the part where he taketh away.

Late Sunday Night in Boston. Lindsay and Ellenor have quickly tucked their kids into the closet and arrived at the Firm. In fact, everyone has put their so-called personal lives on hold to head on over to work. Which by any standards would really suck. Ellenor moans, "The whole firm?" This cues Rebecca: "Who is this judge?" Bobby pushes his hands through the air. He missed aerobics today. It doesn't matter what happened or who said what; the trial is tomorrow and they have to get prepared. They start to pull together their game plan. Rod wants to make sure the level of speed is consistent with all the lawyers. He says, "Helen Gamble is the D.A., so at least we don't need scouting reports on the prosecution." Bobby organizes his troops. Eugene and Rod will meet with the client. Rebecca and Ellenor will meet with the psychiatrist. Lindsay and Jimmy will meet with the former lawyer -- he's at the hospital, but he's stable. Jimmy "A Lump In Time Saves Nine" Berlutti says incredulously, "The guy really thinks he's Hannibal Lecter?" Ah, Rod thinks this is an excellent question. Way to go, Lump! This way, by the time we actually get to meet O'Malley, we'll all be convinced too. It's not like they've said "Hannibal Lecter" any less than three times and we're barely into the show. Hi, DEK. This is Ragdoll. I'm going to send you a dictionary for your birthday. But first, I'm going to rip out all the pages except the one where the definition for "subtle" lives. Okay? From my heart to yours. Yawn. Right. So Bobby explicates, "That seems to be the question. The prosecution seems to think he's faking." Gasp! A man fakes something on this show? I'm so stunned. Yawn. Bah. Yawn. Without giving his crew another minute to ponder their fate, Emperor Rod decrees it's time to haul ass over to the jail where Hannibal lives.