...and Eli and Keith are right back at the prison, visiting Mosley in the hospital wing. A bloody-faced Mosley first asks Eli what Keith is doing there, and when Keith steps forward and says he's on his legal team, Mosley tells Eli he doesn't want Keith's help. Eli, however, tells him that he's been getting that help already, and then asks if he's okay, and Mosley says he'll live -- he's just got a few broken ribs. Keith, not particularly wanting to hear the answer, asks how he got them, and Mosley replies, "The warden knows how to make a point." For someone who complains about the lack of optimism, he's not exactly helping to foster it. Eli says he's not the only one, and asks Keith if they should pursue a writ of habeus corpus, but Keith has his eyes on a bigger prize, and they agree to file a class-action suit on behalf of the entire prison population -- they'll sue for denial of parole hearings, violation of civil rights, and prisoner abuse. Mosley chuckles, and when Keith asks what's so funny, he tells him, "I just like the way you boys roll."
Keith and Eli have assembled a bunch of associates in a big room full of boxes, and Keith tells them that they have forty-eight hours to go through hundreds of them, all filled with Department Of Corrections records, in order to discover a pattern of abuse that they can link to Tipton Bay's warden. Just then, however, Marci and Jordan appear, and when they learn what's going on, Marci sneers, "Prisoners' rights class-action? This should get our Fortune 500 clients running back into the fold." Leaving aside general philosophy, if Keith and Eli are going to appropriate this many man-hours for this case, doesn't it seem like maybe they should have had to clear it with a partner? Marci demands that they recuse themselves from the case, but Jordan opposes her. Thwarted but unbowed, she informs the associates that their commitment to pro bono work is gratifying to see, but their time spent of the case won't count toward the seventy-five hours a week they're expected to bill. Well, I think they should still be able to find that many...wait a minute. She means seventy-five hours each, doesn't she? Does this woman know how many hours there are in a week? Anyway, she asks how many people are now interested in assisting Eli, and of course Maggie puts her hand in the air, but it's the extras that are cracking me up with their studious examination of the floor. Hey, you've got to make the most of what they give you.