Whoosh. Bobby, Eugene and the warden walk down a dark, dank hallway toward Hannibal's hellhole. The guard explains that O'Malley is in a straitjacket; he's also chained and muzzled. Pause. "I think you'll be okay." Eugene quips, "Has he eaten?" The warden turns to Eugene and snaps, "Is that a joke? We don't find your guy too funny, counselor." Yeah. They're all in stitches. Oodles and oodles of laughter pour forth from the cells. Rod peers in through the window after the warden asks if they want a guard in the cell with them. Inside, O'Malley sits in a strangely padded straitjacket wearing a leather muzzle like the one in The Silence of the Lambs. Rod thinks they'll be okay. They don't need a guard. The warden unlocks the door, and the two lawyers step into the room. You hear their heavy footsteps. You see heavy chains locking O'Malley to a pole in the centre of the table. You hear Rod sigh heavily. This is his signature this episode. It's like a shout-out. We complain about him bashing his hands around like Jamie Oliver without the bowl of meat, and then he stops but starts sighing instead.
Right. Rod stands facing O'Malley while Eugene stands to his left. Rod: "I'm Bobby Donnell. This is Eugene Young. We've been appointed by the court to represent you." Enter Symphony In Chains. "The judge refused to continue the case.