The Firm. A docile Frank Vaughn waits in the non-waiting-room area where all the clients wait. In the foreground, Lucy, Secretary to the Fools, explains to the Emperor that he just showed up at the office with Lindsay's card. Rod walks over to Frank and asks what his name is, and instantly, like a bat out of hell called her forth, Lindsay bursts into the office. She notices Frank, who says slowly, "I want to hire you." Without waiting for Frank to answer, Rod asks his wife who is the strange, but calm and not at all threatening (for once), man standing before them. She explains to her husband that it's the court appointment she told him about. Lindsay moves forward to Frank and explains that he doesn't need her anymore because the charges were dismissed. "No! I want you to help me find Andrea." He pulls out his wallet; papers fall out, and he hands Lindsay some crumpled dollar bills. "Who is Andrea?" Frank says she's three years old, and she's his daughter. "And she's gone?" Frank nods, "Yeah." Lucy, of course, has picked up the papers, opened them, read them, and in a glaring piece of nosiness noticed that they were release papers from Cedar Junction. Also there's a bus ticket from Walpole dated November 12. Lindsay: "Frank, have you been in prison?" Yeah. "The police lied. They lied to everybody." And because there just can't be one thing going on in each scene at a time, Ellenor wanders back into the office, wondering if Lucy paged her. Lucy: "Yes. You got a call from Lester Miller." Lester? Did he leave a message? Of course he did. The police are at his house, re-arresting his sons for a crime they say they didn't commit. Ellenor grabs her coat off the hook she just hung it up on moments before, slashes it through the air in a fit of anger, and slams her way out the door. Necessary scene? Nope. Not at all. Any. Way. Back to Sweet Frank. He asks if Lindsay can help him find Andrea. Lindsay smiles at Vaughn. She feels like she's doing a good deed and getting her Girl Guide badge for "Helpful" this week, so she smiles at Vaughn.
The Miller Residence Where The Police Instigate The Pain. The residence is crawling with cops. One of them stops Ellenor from progressing inside until after she's shown him her identification badge. A couple of nameless uniformed extras lead the brothers, who are handcuffed, out of the house, across the lawn, and toward the car. Ellenor, as they glide past her, insists, "Say nothing. Don't say a word. That goes for both of you! I'll meet you at the police station." She walks toward Hunky DA, who's holding out a warrant to greet Ellenor's open hands. "What is this?" It's an arrest warrant: murder for Stephen, possession of a controlled substance for Terrence. Ellenor wants to know where the search warrant is. Hah! That's Hunky's trick. There isn't one. Because there were exigent circumstances surrounding the arrest, there wasn't time to get one. Ellenor scrunches her eyes as much as she can, despite their being held hostage by those eyebrows. "This arrest is a pretext so you can search his house." Ha. So there, Hunky DA -- she's figured you all out. Alan doesn't take the bait: "We believe that the older brother committed a murder, accordingly --" Ellenor cuts him off so she can remind him that he did have Stephen in his custody, and then she wants to know why the hell he didn't arrest the boy then. She gives Mike a dirty look. He just stands there, looking uncomfortable. Alan paddles: "We decided not to arrest, and then we changed our minds." Then Ellenor starts threatening: "I'm going to have this kicked so fast!" Alan baits back, "You do what you've got to do, Ellenor." Damn. Hunky DA takes "masculine" to all new heights. He's the Ernest Hemingway of primetime. Ellenor screams, "Why are your men still in there?" Her hand sweeps toward the residence. "Both of your suspects are in custody." Alan explains that it's a protective sweep of the house, for safety's sake. Ha! Ellenor knows the score; she accuses them of looking for the gun, and then she accuses them of prosecutorial misconduct. Only Hunky DA is really not thrown by her anger or her threats: "Ellenor." He looks at her with those smoldering eyes. "Why don't you go back to your office and draft your motion to dismiss." Pause. "That's what you do. We'll do what we do, okay?" Holy cow, Ellenor just let it go already? But no, she continues on -- blah she hopes there is a gun, blah because then she can suppress it, blah rest assured it'll never come into evidence blah. Alan, trying for the third time to walk away from her, responds with a witty, "Well, there you go." Ellenor continues to seethe like a fire burning underground.