HEGAN. Good! [Grimes nods.] How did you manage it?
GRIMES. [Grimly.] I put my hand on 'em!
HEGAN. Which one? Porter? [GRIMES nods.] Oh, the old hypocrite! What did you offer him? Cash? [GRIMES shakes his head slowly.] What?
GRIMES. Discipline!
HEGAN. [Perplexed.] But... a judge!
GRIMES. When a man's once mine, he stays mine... no matter if it's a life job I give him.
MEGAN. But are you sure it's safe?
GRIMES. The decision comes tomorrow.
HEGAN. [Starting.] What?
GRIMES. Tomorrow noon.