Andrea's apartment. A young girl with a strangely New York-like accent is standing in her doorway talking to Lindsay. "Ms. Dole, I don't even know him." Lindsay tells her that Frank is her father. Like she didn't already know that. Andrea tells her visitor that he went to jail when she was three because they thought he killed her mother. According to Andrea, she's spent her entire lifetime hating him. Lindsay: "But he didn't kill her." Andrea has a really cute haircut, a bob with the ends sort of flipped up and these great bangs. Lindsay tries to persuade Andrea to get involved by explaining how Frank can't take care of himself. The girl quips, "Because he's retarded." Lindsay nods. "Are you suggesting I take care of him?" Blah you're his only family blah. "What makes you think I can?" Holy ridiculous, Batman. Come on, Lindsay can't honestly expect this young girl to accept the responsibility for a man she's never really known -- a man who, up until a week ago, she thought was responsible for killing her mother -- simply because they share the same blood. Meet him, yes. Take care of him, well, parenting a parent is a lot to undertake, especially when you've been by yourself since you were three. Andrea reaches in the back pocket of her jeans and hands Lindsay some money. She says, "That's all I can do." Lindsay, a little taken aback, fingers the money for a minute, then asks, "Would you like to meet him?" Andrea firmly says no a couple of times, and closes the door. Somehow, we all know that was not the response Lindsay was looking for. She's after a fairytale ending this week.
Hunky DA's Office. Alan stands facing Ellenor and Lester, who sort of stare at him like he's got two heads, one of which is sporting a festering wound. Alan: "We'll drop the drug charges if he testifies against the older brother." Ellenor snaps, "How very big of you." Ah, he'll throw in all the accessory charges as well. His adversary barks that he has no case. Alan charges back by saying, "Ellenor. You have a conflict here." Ragdoll screams, "When don't they have a conflict, sheesh." Yawn. Blah she's advised Terrence of the conflict blah. But that's not all she has to say; she also wants to drive the point home that Alan has no case against Stephen Miller. Okay, but Alan doesn't stop there; in fact, he makes the situation even worse. He tells Lester Miller that because he lives within two blocks of a school, they can charge Terrence with intent to sell in a school zone, trumping up even more charges to force the brothers into finally giving themselves up for this crime. Any. Way. Terrence could get two years for holding half an ounce of dope in his room. The Pot Smoker's Lament breathes some smog into the room. Alan blathers on about how Terrence is going to lose is scholarship. Ellenor grabs her briefcase in a fit of rage and "shuts" the discussion down. Alan: "We've got a bad kid here. And we've got a good kid. You are letting a bad kid take the good kid down." That's nice. Telling the father of both boys that one of his kids is a bad apple, trying to convince him to sacrifice one son for the other? Lester is surprisingly quiet. Ellenor: "I'm going to have this arrest tossed within the week." For the sake of my heart, I hope she does; I can't take all this bad-ass Hunky DA. Ellenor and Lester leave Alan to consult his conscience as they leave his office.