The Very Same Office Where Rod Doles Out Advice About Pain. As Jimmy "In Too Deep" Berluti walks through the door, Bobby says, "What's up?" The Lump relates something about one of his cases, then sort of hesitates and looks really uncomfortable. Rod asks if that's all Jimmy wanted to talk to him about, which, of course, it isn't, and the Lump starts explaining that he's got some pro bono work that he really needs to do. Emperor Rod asks quietly, "What's wrong?" Jimmy muddles about the explanation for a bit, but Bobby's not buying it, and finally the Lump spits out that the guy is his bookie. Bobby, instead of screaming, or yelling, or throwing his arms up in anger, scrunches his eyebrows together. Throwing a fit using a facial expression is a new one for Bobby. Jimmy says, "I don't gamble anymore." He's definitely learned his lesson. The Symphony Of Gullible Gamblers rises to the occasion. Bobby asks how much Jimmy owes, and Jimmy tells him. Bobby does some more face acting, this time more of a gasp than anything else, and Jimmy gets up, explaining how the bookie's got him for a good chunk of change. Blah it started small, blah just to make the games more interesting, blah last season was okay, better than okay, blah he started thinking he knew what he was doing blah. Bobby ignores Jimmy's descriptive dance and gets right to the point: "What's the case?" The Lump sits back down and explains that Spanky's ex-wife is suing him for fraud. Spanky won the lottery, and his wife claims he never told her. Bobby: "Lottery? For how much?" Jimmy: "$100,000." Pause. "He says he bought the ticket with segregated funds, the lottery commission is holding all the money until the ownership issues are settled." And anything Jimmy can get for Spanky over seventy comes off of his tab. The Lump insists it's one day's work, two at the most, and Bobby just sits there, looking a mixture of perturbed and genuinely concerned.