Walter opens the door to Judge Fleming's Chamber Of Misappropriated Pain. Bobby steps inside and says, "Judge? You wanted to see me?" The clerk is dismissed. The judge holds up a book, and asks if Bobby has read any of his work. Blah droll academia blah, blah shared visions, blah legal blah. They make idle chit-chat. Judge Fleming walks toward Bobby. Actually, he sort of saunters, then says, "I know we all go through the security mill out there, but you can never be sure who'll try to sneak what in these days. Do you mind if I see for myself, counselor?" Then he proceeds to pat Bobby down. That's correct. He pats the man down. In the front. In the back. Up and down a leg. Up and down another leg. Pat. Pat. Pat. Rod is freaking out. Judge Fleming: "You'll learn to be careful too, Mr. Donnell. You never know who's listening, in the courtroom, in the public restroom." Bobby is still holding out his arms. I think they're frozen there. He mumbles a half-hearted, "Yes, sir." The judge leans on his desk and asks, "So what was it that you wanted?" Ah, um, Rod's not quite sure. Except that the quicksand is coming and he…can't…breathe. The judge prods. He pokes. Blah conversation blah. He leads Bobby into the correct discussion: The Sting. They discuss the fake deal. Judge Fleming says, "Which brings you to me. You'd like to make a deal too?" Bobby says that if it's possible, yes, he would. There is a pregnant pause. Then the judge says, "Ten thousand dollars." Bobby stumbles. Says that he'll need some time to get the money together. The judge insists that they'll have to do it today. He gives Bobby an hour. Rod replies that he thinks he can make it happen. Judge Fleming says, "Then I think you've got an acquittal." They shake on it. It's official. This judge is nasty. Not only is he greedy, he's also scuzzy. You can feel Fleming's slime ooze down Rod's hand when they grip for the handshake. You can see the dirt covering the walls of his office. Bobby gets up and gathers his coat and briefcase. On the way out, the judge asks if Bobby would like to take the book they talked about at the beginning of the "meeting." Oh, the book's title: Justice for All. Now there's some non-forced, non-inspired, perfectly natural irony for you -- not.
Okay. For some reason, Helen and Greg Mitchell are waiting in a car. They're just sitting there. Waiting. Doing nothing. Perhaps they've taken their "sting" to the next level and are participating in a lawyerly kind of stake-out. So Rod, of course, jumps into the FRONT SEAT of the car because, of course, Helen's in the back. Huh? Why didn't they just stay in Helen's office, for goodness sake? Blah. Rod takes a deep breath. He tells Greg that the judge made the offer. Greg's not pleased: "You weren't wearing the wire!" Bobby insists that he was lucky he threw that little temper tantrum because the judge patted him down. Greg: "Why didn't you stall?" Come on -- Rod tried, but the judge did insist that Bobby see him immediately. Again, Mute Helen just sits there. Looking out at the world from under her bangs. Greg: "All right, never mind. What happened? Was he specific?" Bobby recounts the fact the judge wants ten grand in an hour. Oh, and that Rod's supposed to call the clerk when he's ready. This part must have happened outside the judge's chambers, because we didn't see or hear this part of the deal. Greg flips open his "sting" phone and calls the "sting" line, the magical place where everything they'll need to nab this judge magically appears to them. Oh, she speaks! Helen: "He's aware of the arrangement?" Bobby replies, "It seems." Greg talks into his sting phone: "We're on!" Of course we are.