Baltimore Circuit Court. 10:12 AM. Martin is led into the courtroom, to stares from onlookers. He's sat down next to a woman I can only assume is his attorney. She's very pretty, but the way she's coifed her French twist makes her look like she has a conehead. She leans over and hisses at him to "play his strong suit," dignity, and snips at him not to lower his eyes, because it "makes him look guilty." Martin looks around the courtroom, finding Al in the audience. "He shot me," Martin says, shocked. "Your father-in-law?" Conehead asks. "What are you talking about?" The bailiff announces the Judge, and, in doing so, mentions that it's Thursday, December 7th. Martin, confused, says that it isn't Thursday, it's Saturday, because yesterday was Friday. Conehead looks at him, askance, tells him that it is indeed Thursday, and reminds him that court is not in session on Saturday. Unless, of course, it's the U.S. Supreme Court, telling Florida not to recount the ballots, and handing Dubya the presidency on a silver platter. But I guess that it's a special circumstance. And I suppose I ought to leave my politics out of this. Ahem. Anyway. Gavel. This is the bail hearing. Conehead exposits that Martin is a well-known prosecutor, and as such, is in danger in jail. The DA tells the judge that she has the assurance of the prison authorities that Martin is safe as houses. Conehead snips that Martin is a respected member of the community. The DA waves the murder weapon around ---in an evidence bag, of course -- and reminds the judge that Martin killed his poor dead wife in cold blood. Martin looks perturbed. Blah bling blah, bail is denied, and Martin is "transferred to a more secure facility." Martin gets up, gets in the judge's face, and tells the judge that if they try to transfer him, "he'll kill me," meaning, of course, Al. Everyone in the courtroom looks at Martin as though he'd lost his mind, which, surely, they believe he has. He's dragged from the courtroom, screaming and begging for the judge to believe him. Way to play that dignity card, dude.