I know this goes against the Oath of Snark I took when I signed my contracts here at Mighty Big TV (it's very similar to the Hippocratic Oath, but, you know, totally the opposite), but Joe Morton is doing a really excellent acting job here. That could be the wasting disease talking, but I seem to remember it also being true the last time I watched this episode. ["You're fired." -- Wing Chun]
Martin aimlessly wanders the prison yards, which appear to be on the roof of an office building in downtown Los Angeles. He looks perturbed, perplexed, and pensive. He's also getting a goodly amount of attention from his fellow inmates. But Martin, he's impervious to their stares. He's in his own little backwards-moving universe. He wanders silently to the edge of the roof yard, and stares out the chain-link fence. A menacing-looking dude, who somewhat resembles Edward James Olmos, glares at Martin from his perch over near the weights. Another inmate, who looks like a younger, more wiry version of Eugene from The Practice, gleefully skips past Martin. "Oh, yeah, somebody likes you, my brotha!" he crackles. Oh God. Martin gives him the stoneface, as Baby Eugene reassures him that he's just "messing wit' [him]." And yes, I'm sure his lines were actually written like that. Baby Eugene snappishly wonders what happened to the "counselor's" sense of humor. "Do I know you?" Martin asks, irritably. Because, you know, Baby Eugene was interrupting his reverie about the space/time continuum, and he hates to be interrupted. Baby Eugene smarms around for a bit before revealing that Martin prosecuted him for "possession with intent and a concealed weapon." Martin rolls his eyes. Baby Eugene reminds Martin that the concealed weapon was a pipe wrench, and that he was just "going over to [his] baby's mama's house to unstick the Pepsi caps from out [sic] her garbage disposal." Wow, what a sensitive portrayal of a young black man, wrongly imprisoned. Thanks, 1013! As Martin turns away, Baby Eugene reminds him that he told him all that, and Martin threw him in the pokey, anyway. "You remember my name?" he shouts at Martin's back. Martin turns and spits that, no, he doesn't remember his name, but he remembers that he broke the law, and that's all that matters. "Well, I guess that makes you Wife-Killing, Esquire," Baby Eugene snaps. Oh, good one. I'm kind in love with Baby Eugene. He chuckles, as Martin walks away shaking his head.