Oh, good grief -- blah Bobby Donnell, blah the prosecution's witness, blah information from the D.A.'s office, blah deaths of police officers, blah murder blah. Greg: "Mr. Donnell was cleared of any wrongdoing in both cases, Your Honour." Hell, even when Bobby's not even arguing a freaking case, he's the spit-shining centre of attention. He's the reason the sun sets in Boston. He's the reason the sun gets up in the morning. He's the reason we're arguing this ridiculous matter today. Naw, it has nothing to do with the freaking judge who's been taking bribes and turning justice on its head -- not one itsy bitsy teeny weeny thing. It's all Rod, all the time. Bobby looks upset. Greg again tries to derail Anderson's argument. Because, you know, it's really not relevant. Anderson keeps riding the Rod train. He wants Federal Judge X to "consider the merits" of the case before deciding ON BAIL. And I quote: "Mr. Donnell's not the kind of person this great country's Department of Justice should be relying on in its search for truth. The people certainly deserve better than Bobby Donnell." Honest. That's what he says. Oh, I don't know -- what about the fact that the judge is the one who's been charged with a crime. What about the fact that EVERYTHING that came out of Anderson's mouth was, oh, I don't know, totally irrelevant to the proceedings? Bam! Is he a flight risk? Bam! What are the charges? Bam! Bail is set at blah. That's all we needed. That's all that was necessary. Now I'm exhausted and angry. Is that what DEK wants? A wounded and miserable Ragdoll? I guess so. Because this charade of an episode is bound to continue. Blah bail is set at twenty-five grand. Blah surrender the passport blah. Finally, the gavel lands and we are free.
Outside, Where The World Is Free Of Pain. Helen and Greg escape the media circus, which has magically disappeared. I guess they don't care about people leaving the courtroom, only entering it. That, or DEK's budget could only afford the extras for that one scene. Helen: "Did you see where Bobby went?" Greg: "No, I didn't notice where he went." Yeah, I guess the smoking and smoldering Rod snuck out of the courtroom after that colossal burn. Ah, he just can't hold his head up high anymore, can he? Pause. Walk. Pause. He continues, "Ah, be honest, in the end, it's worth all the trouble, don't you think?" Helen's arms are crossed. She's trying to hide the growling in her stomach. She says, "What are you talking about?" Greg's gleeful: "We got him!" Helen: "Got him? You haven't gone to trial." Well, they probably won't go to trial. Most likely Fleming will plead and resign from the bench and serve three years. "Look," Helen reminds him, "Anderson just hung Bobby out to dry in there. If you plead this out, you'll give everyone the impression the Feds can't build a case on Bobby's testimony." Greg admits that they probably can't. Why did they involve Bobby in the first place? No matter what the cost, Rod was their best bet at making the "sting" successful. The clerk's not talking. They have limited resources. He just wants Fleming off the bench. Helen wants to talk to Fleming. She thinks there's got to be more there. Because this can't end with Bobby's reputation being dragged through the mud. Oh, but why can't it? Huh? Why not?