Client Room Of Carrington's Pain. The defendant asks, "Is it wise to be smug, Joey?" Joey smiles, "Oh, Danny! That was nothing! Ask Ellenor." She responds by wondering if the prosecution has offered any kind of a plea. Joey says, "Second degree. It's laughable." Rod wants to know their bottom line. Joey: "We thought an acquittal would be nice." Rod rolls his eyes and moves on, asking if Danny would consider manslaughter. Danny says, "Joey thinks we can win." Rod responds, "This is Joey's first murder trial." Joey tries to interrupt, but Rod's on a lecture tear: blah he needs to hear it, blah Heric's too big for his britches blah. Danny turns to Rod and says, "You don't think we can win?" Bobby moves around and sits down at the table with the two men. "Yes," Rod says, "you have a shot here, but your lawyer's opinions are coloured by his ego." Joey whines, "Bobby!" for the second time. Rod: "This is what you get for making me second chair!" You tell him, Rod. "If you don't already know this, you need to as we go forward --" Before Rod can continue, Danny takes a deep breath and says, "I've trusted Joey this far. I'm going to keep trusting him." You're dumb, Danny. So shut up. Joey's inexperienced, but Danny's going to stick with him, because having the team who has argued a hundred or so murder trials give him advice just doesn't seem to make any sense. Yeah. Whatever. Danny, you are a dead man.
Suffering County Courthouse. Ellenor and Rod run into Helen, because no one else works in the building. Helen's hair is quite moppish. One side of her bangs flips jauntily out to the side. Ah, the windswept look. I am surprised her puffy Botox-laden lips can even move, but they can, and they do: "How is he?" Ellenor admits that Joey is doing a good job -- that even the jury loves him, although "it kills [her] to admit it." Joey slams the door and asks, "Admit what?" Only he doesn't care for the topic of conversation, because he moves right on to torment Gamble: "Hi Helen!" Then he announces, "Did you know I've been having these nasty little hetero dreams of you?" Heh. Helen doesn't say anything; she just walks off. Heh. Rod turns to Joey as he stares after Helen with a what-did-I-do-now sort of look and says, "Joey. The blood in the car is a problem. I hope you don't plan to argue paper cut." Joey insists he won't. In fact, he's excited. The "beloved husband" is up next, and he's decided to Plan B the old guy. Ellenor widens her eyes in disbelief. She says furiously, "Wait a second!" Joey squeals with delight: "He has no alibi!" Ellenor responds, "It doesn't matter. Do you have any evidence that he killed her?" Joey says quickly, "No." Ellenor: "Then you don't Plan B. Not the widower." Ahem. Um, yeah. Hello! Yes. I just wanted to state that the whole point of Plan B with you people has never been based on EVIDENCE. No one cares about EVIDENCE when they Plan B someone. They care only to establish reasonable doubt. No one ever cares if it's true or not. Come on, DEK, a little consistency wouldn't hurt you -- what's good for the goose on this show should certainly be good for the dandy. I mean, "gander." Any. Way. Ellenor: "If you accuse the husband with nothing to back up the accusation, your client will be convicted." The Emperor Rod pipes up. He agrees with Ellenor. Joey's not listening: "Bobby. Ellenor. I recognize that I don't have your experience. But one thing I do know, Plan B -- that's where the practice of law is delicious." Do you think he's got his priorities mixed up or what? And how fun is that?
The Kingdom Of Jimmy's Pain. Jimmy sits in a plush waiting room. The couches are leather. The walls are calming. The plants are large. There is artwork. There is a newspaper strewn on the coffee table. The cost of this set is more than I would ever make in a lifetime. Jimmy waits. A very thin, impeccably dressed receptionist arrives. She tells Jimmy that Mr. Mathis is now available to see him.