Luke, with a fistful of flash cards and a big cup of coffee, is walking along with Friedman, who's also gulping coffee. Friedman brags, "I rule trig the way Britney rules Justin." Well, that ain't saying much. Luke says, "Silver's mine, unless that albino kid from Blakelock edges me out." Friedman assures Luke that that kid will take the gold in calculus. Luke says it all comes down to probability theorem. Friedman says there's no studying for that: "It's all about how fast you are on your feet. Hit the caffeine, that's my advice." Luke sees Grace talking to Adam up ahead. Actually, they seem to be having a mild disagreement. Friedman sees him looking and complains, "You are so fixating on that marge." Luke says he's not: "I'm fixating on Adam Rove." Friedman: "Natural next step, my gay friend." Oh, shut it, Friedman. Luke says he has to talk to Adam for Joan. Friedman: "Dude! You are TriMathloning. Splitting your focus is bad tactics. Plus, do you even speak -- bebop bebop -- spaceman language?" Because it can never be said enough: Shut it, Friedman.
Will walks up to the driver's door. We can presume he doesn't have his gun. Come on: an unarmed cop approaches a car he's stopped -- alone? A twenty-year veteran of the force? I don't care if he thinks it's the Archangel Gabriel driving the damn car; I just don't buy it. Beside which, if he thinks Judge Walker's such a stand-up guy, why's he driving like that? It hasn't crossed Will's mind that the car could be stolen? The Credulity Strain-o-Meter is not happy, people. It's grimacing under the load. The driver rolls down the window as Will approaches, and has his hand up over his face. In the driver's side mirror, Will can see an extensive spider-and-web tattoo on the driver's hand. Hmm. Probably not Judge Walker. Will reflexively reaches for his weapon, but even if he had it, he'd probably have been screwed, because the perp's already pulled a gun on him, saying, "I'm gonna tell you everything just once. Get behind the wheel. That was your last freebie!" The gun is cocked, and the guy moves over. Will complies, and the guy says, "All right: buckle up! We don't want to get pulled over." The perp, a young white guy who apparently played Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile, which I haven't seen yet, is here named Bob Morrison. So I think we can just keep calling him Cheddar Bob. He says, "Let's vamoose." Will calmly asks, "Where to?" Cheddar Bob says, "Oz, Neverland, I'll decide when we get there. Let's go!" Will drives off, leaving his car behind, blue lights flashing.