Nothing matters; the judge isn't going to change his mind. Father Gosse is ordered to stay away from his child until he's cleared of the charges. Why is Mother Gosse sitting with Helen? She actually believes her husband beat the baby? Honestly? Any. Way. Eugene doesn't necessarily like the ruling. He asks if he can approach the bench. The two lawyers meet in front of Freeman. Eugene whispers, "For the record, I'd like to point out that you and the late Judge Fleming were close friends." So close, in fact, that both their names begin with "F." I guess they got to sit together when the head judge did roll call. Yawn. Here is another totally useless side story introduced for no other reason than to inflame the situation. Blah the judge is offended, blah Eugene implies he's being too hard on them because Fleming killed himself, blah dear friend, blah threat, blah integrity blah. "Motion is denied!" He bangs his gavel. They are adjourned until tomorrow, when the trial will begin. The March Of The Categorically Maligned bleeps. Father Gosse stands up. He and his wife share a glance. Before waiting for their client, Jimmy and Eugene start to walk out of the courtroom into The Hallway Of Flashing Lights. Blah case is ugly, blah preserve the issue for appeal blah. Snap. The cameras are going again.

The credits. Okay. I have the stomach flu. It's been a rough couple of months for me. Now, I would keep the stomach flu, including the ups and downs of trying to put anything other than soda crackers in my stomach, if it meant NEVER having to hear the credits again. Oh, and Hunky D.A. is still Hunky M.I.A.

Hellenor's. As Ellenor is about to rush out the door, Helen scrambles up behind her, tying her bathrobe as she pads around in her bare feet. She's the size of a safety pin. I can almost see right through her. Helen tells her roommate, whose baby must a) still be asleep in the closet or b) has mysteriously disappeared to "daycare" already, that she had to assign Mitchell Wheeler to an assault case Ellenor is working on. Ellenor whines, "Helen! Do I have to remind you that he offered my client a reduced sentence for a look at my breasts?" Helen, whose lips are looking mysteriously puffy, says, "I know. And Judge Kittleson said the two of you shouldn't be trying cases together." Pause. She slaps her hands together. "But I don't have a choice." Ellenor is exasperated: "Obviously. I don't have a choice." Helen promises that if Mitchell makes one false move, she's going to "severely reprimand" him. Whoa. I'll bet Mitchell's shaking in his boots over that one. Scary. Can't you just see Helen with a whip and some hard-edged discipline? He'd probably enjoy it. Yawn. Ellenor: "I'm sure he'd like that if a spanking was part of the bargain." My thoughts exactly! Helen looks at her roommate from under her thick wedge of bangs. Ellenor slams open the door and leaves, without her baby. Seriously. Where is the kid?