Judge: My judicial privilege shelters you, Mr. Bardale.
Bardale: Yeah, yeah, but what do I do?
Judge: We cannot be called into account, you and I, by courts at perpetual odds with the justice that they presume to assure their continued existence.
Bardale: Sure. There are cops riding circles around here and you're on your judicial horse. I gotta move.
Judge: Shut up, Bardale! Don't let your fear make you insolent. You saw the cops in the bar, did you? Are they looking for you? You're an afterthought, Bardale. They want me.
Bardale: Why? Why would they, Judge?
Judge: Because if you saw them then they saw you. If they wanted you, they'd take you and they'd convict you. Then they'd miss me. If they left you then it's clear they have some idea that I exist. I've been wanting to meet the man who could find me. They will come to me and as I promised, I will protect you. Now, do as I say. Take my car. Drive away.