Hey, look. Another commercial for Cop Rock. And this one with no music. No music at all. Go. Figure.
We're alone inside of Ben's office, whose voice we hear approaching and admitting, "I have a much better sense of what you've been through in the last few weeks." He and Leland enter as Ben says, "I need you back here," though I suspect this may have something more to do with the financial concern that when Scrooge McHorne goes swimming through his giant vaults of cash before bed tonight, there will be five million fewer dollars padding the deep end. That's a little joke for those of you still bothering to follow the plot, by the way. Leland sits on the couch. Ben continues, "If it weren't for your indictment, I could drop you into your old slot." He really needs to know that Leland is okay. Leland stands excitedly and says, "I'm a hundred percent. A hundred and ten percent." Ben gestures that sit-back-down-you're-soiling-the-sanity-in-here patronizing hand gesture, and Leland apologizes like a five-year-old and takes a seat. Ben continues, "We've taken a payment from the Icelanders on Ghostwood. But there's a group from the Orient that wants in in the worst way." Ben needs to buy time. Leland, previously distracted, responds without blinking, looking the picture of the non-demonically-possessed lawyer with a litany of legalese words I literally only know from crossword puzzles and John Grisham novels like Resurvey and Caymans and Escrow. Ben is incredibly impressed, and this time he allows Leland to stand and the two share a tender moment which almost ends in them actually hugging. But they don't, opting instead for standing like a nervous co-ed couple at the Seventh Grade Dance when "Eternal Flame" came on (blah blah blah 1990). It's a very Costanza/Seinfeld moment, indeed.