Helen's Lair. Bobby and Helen walk toward her desk. I hate it when they start a scene mid-step. She rails in her usual Helen-esque way: "Ninety percent of the people who walk into my office promising me a conviction in exchange for immunity are a lot more involved than they admit." Did she just pull that statistic out of her ear? Rod folds his hands like salmon swimming upstream about to spawn. He wiggles them. They jiggle. He bets ninety percent of Helen's ninety percent of those people know they are about to be nabbed by the police. In this case, Allison Tucker would have never been prosecuted. Helen: "You're asking me to make a blind bid." Helen's eye make-up looks like someone took a pile of mud, swiped it all over eyes, and called it a day. Then they pricked their fingers and smeared her lips with their blood. Bobby natters on about how the victims of the crime are pro-immunity, and they want Allison to have immunity in order to convict Pearce; there's no downside. Helen needs more. Bobby returns fire. He points his fingers like he's pinching mosquitoes in the air. He offers up the fact that Allison can put Pearce with Baby Baldwin back in '83 -- they've never had that fact in their arsenal. The DA wants to know if Allison is an eyewitness, which she is, and then Bobby explains that she raised "the kid." Blah if you don't give her immunity, blah you'll know what'll happen, blah she'll plead the Fifth, blah JC will clam up, blah Pearce is out for good. Helen: "I'll give her Queen for the Day. If I buy her story, I'll give her accessory after the fact." Ha. Bobby snarks, nice try. She'll agree to no time if she buys Allison's story -- if she doesn't, well, Helen's not going to make any deals.
The Firm. Lucy pours JC a glass of water. Lucy is wearing a brooch. Yes, you heard me correctly. She's now dressing like a seventy-year-old grandmother. Or maybe she's doing her best Queen Elizabeth II impression. Or maybe she's really a spy with a mini-camera lodged in her upper breast. Asking JC if he's okay, Lucy and her brooch sit down at the table. JC mumbles, "Yeah." Ah, if a romance blossoms, I'll barf. Honestly, I will. "It's just kind of hitting me. My whole life I thought my father was this Pearce man." Then he asks if Lucy has any pictures of the Baldwins. Of course she doesn't. She has met them, though; she thinks they seem really nice, and they've never stopped loving Baby Baldwin. Blah what does she look like, blah melodrama, blah my mother. Instantly, Allison, Stalker Mother, enters the room and says, "I'm your mother." Ah, he knows, he didn't mean Allison wasn't his mother. Blah she's all for JC meeting his birth parents, blah not to worry, he knows who his mother is, blah. Bobby, with Ellenor trailing along behind like the tail end of a shooting star, jumps into the scene: "We have to go."