The Conference Room Where They Debate Marital Pain. Rod walks into the room and asks, "When's the settlement conference?" Lump replies that it's in twenty minutes. He moves around the table and Rod shuts the door, asking, "So when did all this start?" Slam. Jimmy says he started with nickel and dime bets to make the games more interesting. Then he upped it to make his "life more interesting." Ah, poor Lump is feeling unfulfilled. Yawn. Jimmy twelve-steps Rod, and considering that he didn't even have an inkling of a gambling habit over the last four seasons, it shouldn't be that hard for him to kick the problem. Then he blathers on about how he ended up at The Firm -- he forged some loan documents and ended up getting fired from a bank, "that's [his] legacy." Rod interjects, "That's not your legacy." Okay, Coach Donnell, really lay it on this time: "If you're trying to tell me you're not smarter than this, I'm not buying it." Blah he's not gambling any more, blah he appreciates Rod's concern, blah he thanks Rod for keeping it a secret. In the nick of time, Lucy announces that Stuart Miller is here with his client, Linda Hart, who is doing a really bad impression of Rosie Perez in that horrible film, It Could Happen to You. Bobby looks at Jimmy: "You okay to do this?" Yes. He's just fine.
A phone announcing Some Pain rings in Hunky DA's office. He answers it and says, "Speaking," because anyone having his card and then calling his number might not assume it's really him on the phone or anything. A terrible grating noise masquerading as music trumps up. The camera pans around his lovely head to look at his lovely face while he's speaking on the phone. "When?" Tuesday night at four? "Oh God." Yes, I can't wait to see you either. "Yeah, okay." I'll see you then, babycakes.
Kenny, Master DA, says, "How?" Hunky DA spits, "Heart attack." Pause. "She was just in my office. It happened on the drive home. She's D.O.A." Damn. And this was the only witness? Yes. She's due to testify next. Kenny asks if there was any recorded testimony. No. Alan shakes his pretty little head. The case is weak. No gun. No prints. And there's no way he can sell what little evidence he actually has. Damn, without an eyewitness the judge will knock him out with a Rule 25 before it even gets to a jury. Alan purses his pretty little lips. Kenny: "Any chance she'll put the defendant up?" Nope, Lindsay's too smart. Alan thinks they're dead. And then a big wheel of fire comes barreling into the room, wiping out the Master DA, but not before Alan can mutter, "Hey. They've killed Kenny." Wait, Master DA has a thought -- an evil thought by the looks of it -- and says, "Does Dole know the witness is dead?" No, Alan says, she doesn't. The Melody Of Their Madness rises as Master DA says, "There's still time, plead it out." Bong. "Excuse me?" Bam. "You heard me." Bong. "I think I have to tell her." Bam. "No you don't." Blah it's not exculpatory evidence, blah she doesn't need to know anything about this, blah plead it out and plead it out quickly. Alan rubs his pretty little hand over his pretty little face. Oh, don't you just love it when he's torn between right and wrong?