In Bobby's office, a different officer is interviewing Emperor Rod. The two stories move in tandem. Ellenor is with Bobby as he talks to the other detective. As one detective asks a question in one room, Lindsay or Bobby answers it in the next room. For example, Bobby's detective says, "And Mr. O'Malley. He was just standing there?" We cut to Lindsay, who says, "He was saying, 'Why did you betray me, Clarice?' Bobby kept telling him to get out, that he would throw him out. And that's when he threatened Bobby." Okay. I just have to tell you that it's so cold in my house right now that I'm wearing a wool sweater, pajamas, and wool socks; I'm hugging a hot water bottle as I type and am covered in a duvet. People. It's May. It's never this cold in May. The interviews continue. Mike asks, "What did he say to Bobby?" Cut to Bobby answering, "He just looked at me and said, 'You might get hurt.' It was at this point his other persona seemed to come out." The Non-Detective Mike says, "How could you tell?" Lindsay responds, "He just suddenly looked mad, crazy." According to Lindsay, Bobby kept saying, "Who are you?" Lindsay continues, "Then he looks at me." Mike interrupts, "Bobby?" Lindsay says, "No. O'Malley. And he said, 'You're going to heaven. I'm taking you to heaven.' He looked like he planned to kill me right then." What happened? Lindsay stalls. Gasp. She doesn't remember. Blah Bobby called the police, blah she thought blah oh Lord, maybe it was her, and blah maybe she shot him blah.

Client Room Where Pugsley Pulls Out In Front Of Pain. Rodney is bouncing around the room like he's just crossed the finish line at the Boston Marathon. It's a strange sort of victory dance. He shouts, "Come on! I nailed it. Now give it up." You know, DEK doesn't have to perpetuate the myth that certain men are obsessed with a certain organ. We get enough of that from bawdy primetime comedy. In fact, we get enough of that from entertainment in general. Hell, Mel Gibson even made a movie about it; if that's not a sure sign of mediocrity, I don't know what is. The whole "man follows his organ and not the other way around" thing is so tired. You'd think even DEK would notice. But I guess when you're holed up in a mansion with Michelle Pfeiffer and the kids, you've got nothing better to do than create characters obsessed with naming their penises after pet dogs. Moronic. Any. Way. Rebecca insists that Rodney did not "nail it." They bicker about his idiotic testimony. Rebecca tries to tell Rodney that he needs to think "seriously" about taking the deal. Rodney: "They have no body, they have no witnesses to contradict it, that is reasonable doubt." He clenches his teeth and leans on the desk: "And you argue it!" Pause. "You got that?" Rebecca screams, "I don't have to do anything!" She steps forward to really get in his face. Because that's what good actors do on this show. They get "into" each other's faces. The dialogue doesn't leave them with much else to go on. She says, "Look. You don't make a good impression, Rodney. You just came off not only as if you are lying but as if you don't care." Pause. "Her parents are sitting in that courtroom. I saw the jury looking at them. I saw the jury looking at you. They are looking at you with contempt." Of course they are; he's the Wise Guy stereotype. They always get their comeuppance. Rebecca continues, "Now you need to get your mind off your penis and start thinking about your neck because in my professional opinion, you are looking at murder one, life in prison. Try to get that." Rodney seems to take Rebecca seriously, because he rubs his hands across his mouth like he's about to change his attitude. This signals Anvil. She perks up, because she thinks a plot twist must be on its way.