Roll credits. Roll Ragdoll's eyes. Roll Ragdoll's limbs as she wishes she were sleeping on the beach near Big Sur, listening to the waves, breathing in the fog, and hiking through the redwoods. Can you tell she's been reading too much Jack Kerouac this holiday season?

Cue the same crime, but at the opposite end of the suffering. Ellenor stands in the police holding room with Stephen, the accused; Terrence, his brother; and Lester, his father. Stephen insists, "It wasn't me!" Then his father chimes in with a little, "I think we should just give a statement, Ellenor." With her hands embedded deep in her pockets, Ellenor is adamant that that's a bad idea. Lester wants to make sure the police don't think his son is guilty. Ellenor: "What are you going to tell them, Stephen? That you and Terrence just happened to be driving through at the time?" Okay, I know I've gone on and on about the makeup on Lara Flynn Boyle, and will probably continue to do so in the future, but goodness gracious, they've made Ellenor's eyebrows look like they belong on a mannequin and not a real person. They are perfectly arched, frighteningly colour-specific, and really penciled. There is never any need to make eyebrows look like that; taming the hair is one thing, but turning them into a fashion best left to the dolls that Demi Moore collects is truly a crime. Right, recapping -- blah Stephen insists this is the truth blah, and yells, "Why don't you believe me?" The lawyer steps forward, explains that what she thinks is irrelevant and what the police think are horses of completely different colours. Stephen's already been involved in two previous drive-bys. Stephen defends himself: "I happened to be in the car, but I had no part in either of them!" Terrence chimes in, "What about me? I've got no record!" Well, they're going to think that either he's covering for his brother or he's involved. Stephen doesn't like this answer, and screams, "Whose side are you on?" Ellenor holds up her hands to stop the verbal barrage. "Guys. Hold on!" She tries to gain control over the situation. "At this point you two are the only suspects, specifically you, Stephen. They don't want to talk to you to see if you can join them in their search for justice." Um, Ellenor? Yeah, um, sarcasm? Really not working for you today. Okay, right, you don't care, right, there's so much make-up on your eyebrows that they're stuck together like glue? Really? Oh, you just want to get on with your speech? Um, okay. "They want you to say something incriminating, or nail you down to a story that they can check out." Holy cow, this is a long speech. "As your lawyer, I am telling you both." She does a Rod Chop. "I am imploring you not to say a word." Stephen, who was, by the way, listening to his own speech, whines, "You think I did it?" The Crushing Crescendo Of Criminality crawls all over me like soap scum on a shower. "Once again," Ellenor dodges, "I don't know what to think." Pause. "You told them you were in the area because you had a flat." Blah no flat tire was found in the back of the car blah. Stephen counters: "It's because I was scared. And I just got out as quick as I could." Blah he knew he was on Crips' turf, blah used to be a Blood blah. Ellenor dances: "Well, Terrence, in his statement, forgot to mention a flat tire." Blah ex-gang members don't get the benefit of the doubt, blah talking to the police isn't going to help, and blah advises them to all keep their mouths shut.