Back in Grand Central Ward, Rickle sits in front of a chess board before deciding that he's not in game mode; he gets up and heads back to his room, as strains of a professional-sounding conversation rise. Rickle's lawyer is asserting that his client has the right to refuse medication, and Bobby is there to provide counterpoint. Seems the lawyer thinks Rickle's best chance for survival is to let a judge and jury see him as he really is ("as he was on that day in Times Square") -- unmedicated-schizophrenic warts and all. Specious legal reasoning about making sure that Rickle is evaluated for his condition at the time of the crime quickly evolves toward truth as the lawyer basically says that he thinks a certifiable lunatic will be much more effective with a jury than a drugged-out zombie, but Bobby says you don't need a Loopy Person Exhibit A to press for NGRI ("not guilty by reason of insanity," as the lawyer explains to the two other people in the room, who are presumably Rickle's parents). Bobby wants to medicate, and promises to fight Joe Law. Parents are looking mighty stressed -- having a kid who kills has got to be one of the worst things ever -- and the dad, perhaps still dealing with the denial portion of processing bad news, maintains that his son was feeling better because "he always goes off his medication when he's feeling better." Bobby must have left his bedside manner on the counter this morning, because he snaps back, "He's not better. He killed five people, okay." And the caring in that room brings everyone together for a group hug, or not; Bobby proceeds to explain that the lawyer wants Rickle as sick as possible to improve their chances for a "not fit for trial" opinion, asking if the Rickles are down with that. Mrs. Rickle's no dummy, and says that she'd rather see her son sick than dead, which I'm guessing will not be majority opinion; Bobby tells them they're being inhumane. Lawboy says that chemically altering Rickle wouldn't be fair to him, and Bobby accuses him of helping Rickle into "a psychotic freefall so you can support your legal strategy." Both think the other's plan is dangerous -- Bobby promises to work with them to get Rickle the care he needs, but Mr. McBeal thinks that life in the state mental system is a best-case scenario, and when Bobby states that Rickle should not be held accountable for his actions, Mrs. Rickle wants to know why anyone should believe his opinion. "Because I know what I'm talking about," says Bobby. Buy it. It's good. Mr. Rickle looks a little shell-shocked, but as Bobby and the Law start hurling "my client" at each other, he gets angry at his son's objectification. "He's my son!" growls Dad. "My son, who got into Columbia, and loves Chinese food, and rock climbing in the Catskills. My son. Whose dream was to build a boat and follow the journey of the Odyssey". And who shot five people in Times Square. Sounds like Rickle's dream led him astray on a particularly messed-up tangent.