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There is nothing like cold cereal topped with fresh blueberries on a hot summer

morning.

Good morning,

everybody. Any room out here for me?

No.

I'll get that.

Clyde, why don't you take my seat?

Thanks.

Look, Mr. Lewis, I swear to you, I had no idea Lucy left me the house.

And if I had, I would have tried to talk her out of it.

I mean it.

But, you know, my feeling is if your sister really wanted me to have it, then

should accept it.

It's only out of respect for her.

Half a million dollars you're going to turn around and sell it for. That's what

you respect.

Well, it just so happens my boy is a lawyer. And by the time we get done

contesting that will, you won't get so much as a dust buster.

That's the jelly.

Hi. This is Detective Kendall from the Wilmington Police Department. He'd like

to talk to you.

Have a what?

Mike Rydell was murdered last night.

The lifeguard? Yeah.

I need to know where you were between 6 and 9 last night.

I was at work until 6 .30, and then I changed clothes, went on my usual run,

came back here, took a shower, and ate dinner.

And then he was here with us until 7 .30.

Where'd you run?

On the beach.

Out to Figure 8 Cove and back, same as always.

I'd take you right past Mike Rydell's place.

Preliminary indications are that he died sometime between 6 and 9 last night.

I understand that you had some sort of altercation with him on the beach

yesterday. Yeah, he slugged me.

I also understand you're an insulin -dependent diabetic.

What does that have to do with anything?

Well, since Mr. Rydell appears to have died from an injection of some kind

Boys, we're particularly interested in the syringe that was found at the scene.

One like people who have to give themselves shots are prescribed.

Maybe you should just come downtown.

Clyde, we'll get things together here. We'll meet you down there.

Come on, Dad. Let's go. I'm having red jelly.

I'm having toast and jelly.

I'll go with you, Leanne.

Thank you.

You helped that gold digger your dog meat.

Probably did kill that guy.

Probably killed Lucy, too. Did you ever think of that?

Wait a minute.

If I could prove he did kill her, he wouldn't get the house, would he?

I said if I could prove he did kill her, he wouldn't get the house, would he?

Say it.

If you're thinking it, just go ahead and say it.

Jackass.

We didn't get along.

What happened at the beach?

I told him that he ought to spend more time watching the water instead of the

girls, and he decked me.

Did that embarrass you?

Well, yeah.

So now I guess the DA will say that I wanted revenge, right?

Probably.

Found your fingerprints on the syringe.

Listen, I have a special container for used syringes in the garage.

Somebody must have stolen one. The lab found traces of insulin and a poison

called monocaine in it.

Monocaine? I never heard of it.

Somebody's setting you up pretty good. When the police searched the surf shop,

they found a vial of it in your desk.

Great.

I don't get it.

Who knew you'd be out running last night?

Everybody. I swim before work and run right after. People used me to set their

clocks.

Look, I did not kill Mike Rydell.

Although my chances of convincing the jury of that are getting pretty slim,

aren't they?

The state's evidence is all circumstantial.

Nobody saw you commit the crime. The police can't even place you at the

With any luck between them and us, we'll find the real killer before this thing

gets anywhere near a jury.

Well, there's no sign of a struggle.

This place is so neat.

You know, it looks like he just vacuumed.

Well, he was killed in the bedroom. I wonder what the killer was doing in the

bedroom.

Hey, have you ever given anyone a shot?

Mm -mm.

Me neither.

Needles give you the heebie -jeebies.

What? There's no clock in here.

You see a clock?

No, none.

Well, you gotta have a clock. You can't get up in the morning without a clock.

Well, unless you have a watch that has an alarm.

True. Oh, in here!

Neville told me he'd given you some keys to the place. I'm glad I caught you.

I've located someone who can place your client at the scene of the crime.

Figured you'd want to know.

Can't you just give me a break?

Please, I'm just trying to help out my client. I've already answered these

questions. Oh, just one more time, okay?

Okay. Oh, great.

Thanks.

Let's see.

The phone company's records show that Mike placed a call at 704 last night to

555 -7057. That's the number here, right?

Right.

You two were friends?

He wanted me to go to a movie with him. Last night?

Yeah, last night.

Huh. Which one?

I don't know.

Before he could tell me, he said... Well, I don't remember everything, but

was a pause, and then he said, I gotta go, Clyde's here. I'll call you right

back. Is Sharif at Clyde?

Positive.

How do you think he knew it was Clyde if he was on the phone?

Well, while he was talking, I heard a kind of commotion in the background,

someone had just opened the door and walked in.

That's when he said he'd call me back.

Did the person that walked in say anything?

Yeah. He said something like, Hey, Mike.

I wasn't paying much attention. Did it sound like Clyde? I don't know.

I couldn't hear him very well. But you're sure he said Clyde's here? I told

yes.

Okay. All right, sorry.

Well, if I have any more questions, I'll call you.

Sure. Okay. Bye -bye.

Bye.

Oh.

One of you went to EU?

No.

Somebody must have left that here.

People come and go all the time. Our place is sort of action central.

I'll bet.

Well, take care.

see about that. You wait, you wait, you wait.

Ah, it's a wiener. What you talking about? That's a wringer.

You're blind, Ben.

It didn't clear the stake and it's leaning up against it. No, it's not.

Oh, look, look, look. It's leaning against that little seashell. It's not

touching the stake.

I don't see any seashell. Oh, surely you can see that seashell right there.

You don't see it. It's a wiener. It's a wringer.

What are y 'all doing?

Uh, here, your father's cheating.

I'm not cheating. I don't need to cheat. I never cheat.

I got a ringer, and he said it's a leaner. Dad, can I talk to you for a

A leaner. I win.

It's a ringer. I win.

Dad, uh... Wait a minute. Get down there and tell him that's a ringer. Excuse

us, Billy. Dad, excuse me.

I just went to see this woman named Ashley Armstrong.

She's got a roommate named Carrie Locke. Now, when I first met Tim McDaniels...

Billy! Dad, are you with me? I'm right here. Dad, I want you to listen to me

just a second. I just went to see a woman named Ashley Armstrong.

She's got a roommate named Carrie Locke. Now, when I first met Tim McDaniels...

Billy! Dad, are you with me? When I first met Tim McDaniels, the guy that

drowned, he was wearing an Eden University windbreaker.

When he drowned, he was wearing EU swim trunks.

And just now when I was over at Ashley's, I saw an Eaton University

Didn't belong to either one of those girls. I think it was Tim. Billy, stop

digging! Dad, you gotta listen to me.

But then I started thinking, maybe those two girls, Carrie and Ashley, are

running that date rape scam that Tim told us about. So I went down to the

hangout, and sure enough, the bartender says he remembers seeing Tim McDaniels

with Carrie Locke last week. I see you blowing sand off Monday. Stop it!

Trying to ruin my ringer. Listen to me, listen to me right now, Dad.

A lifeguard has been murdered.

Please, Pop, everything I know leads back to these two girls.

I need you to go see them.

Oh, Leanne.

Please, Dad, I was just there. If I go back, they'll be on their guard. This

needs somebody with charm and finesse. And cliff.

Please, Dad.

We've got to try to help Clyde. Oh.

Please, Pop.

Really?

I guess anything would be better than playing horseshoes with Billy.

Talena, I win.

It's a ringer. I win.

Really, Mr. Matlock, answering the same questions over and over again is getting

pretty old. I'm beginning to regret I ever said anything.

Oh, I bet you are.

It's getting to be what you call a drag.

Yes.

Well, nice dance.

Guess you're never too old to notice.

No, no.

You here for the summer?

Well, we go to nursing school in Roanoke, but yes, we're here for the

guess so. Forget those fans.

Did you used to go out with Tim McDaniels?

Once or twice. It's not going out.

Somebody said that some girl around here accused him of...

attempted rape.

Wasn't me.

He left his Eaton University sweatshirt.

Lots of people leave clothes here.

Oh, what about Mike Rydell?

Not as far as I know.

That night he didn't call you back. How come you didn't call him back?

Because I didn't want to go out with him.

You weren't sweet on him.

No, I wasn't.

So, what'd you just...

Stay here? Not go anywhere?

Yep. Spent the whole evening right here.

If our word isn't good enough, just ask our neighbor.

If you don't mind, we've got to get going. It's supposed to rain this

You wouldn't want our tan to fade now, would you, Mr. Matlock?

No, no, no.

Of course, you with that T -shirt, you might not get any.

So maybe I'll take it off.

It was nice talking to both of you. Bye.

Hi. Hi.

Mrs. Butt.

Yeah, thank you.

You want to carry his relative?

No, I'm a lawyer.

Oh, what's a girl her age need a lawyer for? Oh, shouldn't I ask?

Well, actually, you shouldn't ask.

Do you know if she and Ashley were home the day before yesterday about, say, 6 o

'clock? Um, yesterday?

Tuesday around.

Six.

Yeah, because that was the day that Ashley borrowed a cup of sugar from me.

were making a cake.

And you saw them?

Mm -hmm.

Both of them?

Uh, no.

Just Ashley.

But Carrie, now, she was home because she answered the phone while Ashley was

over here.

So they were home all night?

Yeah.

There, now. What do you think?

Oh, shines like a silver dollar.

A Ferrari?

Why do I have to rent Cliff a Ferrari?

Shh, shh, shh. You're going to wake up Billy.

A Ferrari is part of the cover. We want to try to get these girls to run their

date rape scam on Cliff.

On Cliff?

See, he doesn't think it's a good idea either.

Leanne, I am just not good at picking up girls. Oh, but you don't have to be.

The idea is for them to pick you up.

See, I'm dead if my father finds out that I'm helping you help Clyde. He's

going to find out.

Why a Ferrari?

To make him look rich, Dad.

Give him some money.

Oh, come on!

I can't do it. I can't do it. Dad has already rented the car.

This is embarrassing.

I'm embarrassed.

I've just never gone out and picked up a girl before. Well, you've never had a

Ferrari before.

That's all it takes?

Well, you're going to have to talk to them. What if someone's sitting with

Sit somewhere else. Look sexy.

What if they're alone?

Join them.

Join them? Yes, join them.

I don't know. I don't... All right, all right, all right.

You be Carrie.

I'll be you.

You see them sitting on the beach. You walk over to them.

You say, hello.

Anyone sitting here?

Okay.

You sit.

I sit.

You sit. You introduce yourself. You make small talk. Small talk. Yes, small

talk. Tell them you're new in town. Ask them where people... Tell them you want

to go home with them.

Oh, maybe this isn't a good idea.

Now, hold on a second. Now, just wait a second. Let me just try it on.

All right.

Okay, all right. I think we're going to be all right.

Have you ever driven a Ferrari?

No.

They're stick, aren't they?

have we here?

Forget about it, Carrie.

Nice car.

No more.

Not with all those lawyers nosing around.

No, you're right. Absolutely.

Although he does look like kind of a geek.

And they do make the easiest marks. Carrie!

Okay, okay.

Anybody sitting here?

What's it look like?

I just

wanted to make sure you weren't saving it for somebody.

My name's Cliff Lewis.

I'm new in town.

Heard this beach was a...

Happened in place.

My banker told me that, that this is where everything was happening.

It happened here.

He told me that when I went to withdraw money from my trust fund so that I could

buy a new polo pony.

Hey, Carrie.

How's it going?

Hi there.

I haven't heard from him.

Sorry, I've been busy.

You hear what happened to that guy that was spying on you the other night?

Yeah, pretty weird, huh?

Man, I'll say.

Drowning like that.

I couldn't believe it.

Yeah, me either.

At least he won't be harassing you anymore.

If you ever get un -busy, give me a call.

I'm still at the beachside.

Will do.

Mr. Matlock. Hi.

You here to check our tans again?

No. Well, Carrie and I were just leaving.

I'm supposed to tell you to be sure and call Jerry.

Jerry? Jennings.

Remember the young man that you were entertaining the night that Tim

came spying on you?

Jerry and I had a nice long talk.

And he told me that Tim told him that the two of you...

Or set him up?

We didn't set him up.

He tried to assault me.

Not what you did before.

Look, the guy is dead.

I didn't see what good dragging his name through the mud was going to do.

It's over. I just wanted to pretend it never happened, okay?

Sure.

Mike Rydell said he wanted to take you to a movie.

That's right.

Well, Leanne, you know my daughter?

Well,

she told me that he had broken his glasses the day before that. So I called

eye doctors, and sure enough, he had ordered a pair special and prescription.

So all he had was a pair of sunglasses, and I wondered why he wanted to take you

to a movie that night with sunglasses where he could barely see.

Well, maybe he didn't really want to see a movie.

Maybe what he was really after was me.

Oh, well, I can certainly see that.

So, excuse me, nice.

Thanks.

You don't find it odd that the girl who can place Clyde at the scene of the

crime rooms with the girl who accused Tim McDaniels of rape?

What has one thing got to do with the other? Well, nothing. Unless Mike Rydell

intentionally drowned Tim McDaniels.

Is that what you think?

Do you know something I don't? Well, I think I may know what happened. The

wanted Tim out of the way, Mike did it for them, and then they killed him.

Does word proof ring any bells with you, Ms. McIntyre?

Why don't you bring in the girls, you question them separately, they're bound

slip up. I have no reason to do that.

The DA's happy, I'm happy.

Look here.

Oh, yeah?

You didn't find any prints on the telephone.

I didn't find any fingerprints anywhere.

Yeah, but this Mike called Ashley, she said.

I don't know about you, but I don't usually wipe off my telephone after I

somebody. Of course, if I didn't want somebody to find my fingerprints on it,

guess I might.

I'm Detective Kendall. This is Detective Holt. I don't understand.

We've already told you everything we know. This shouldn't take too long.

Are your lawyers on their way?

We don't need lawyers.

We haven't done anything.

We may as well get started then.

Ms. Locke, why don't you have a seat?

You'll be going across the hall with Detective Holt.

I want to ask you some questions about the night Mike Rydell died.

Where were you that night?

At home.

What did you do?

Had dinner and watched a movie.

What did you eat?

Barbecue chicken.

Thighs, which I love.

Any vegetables?

Yeah, mashed potatoes and a tossed salad.

And we had ice cream and marble cake for dessert. Anything else you'd like to

know? Who made the chicken?

Carrie always cooks.

Anyone call?

Just Mike.

What time?

It was while we were eating.

Must have been around seven.

Who called when Ashley was over at your neighbor's house?

Oh, that was a wrong number.

Never could find anything in our house. I don't know why I couldn't find

anything here.

Never put anything in the same place twice.

Kitchen.

Might as well be in the car here.

I'm leaving.

Yeah, I suppose you're going out to help that gigolo again.

Pop, it's my job.

Are you going to be all right here?

Yeah, yeah, as soon as I can find an egg poacher.

That old bat must have had one around here somewhere.

I'll see you later, Mr. Grumpy.

You kept the basket I made for you in Boy Scouts.

Only nice thing I ever did for you.

Probably why you kept it.

I was a lousy brother, wasn't I?

Never let you play with my toys, never stuck up for you in front of the other

kids.

Let you take the blame for all the lousy things I did.

Remember the time you got in trouble for breaking the crank on the washing

machine?

That was me, Lucy.

I was pretending the Nazis were storming the basement and the washing machine

was a Gatling gun.

handle broke right off.

I left it sort of hanging there so that it looked like it was you

when you were doing the wash.

Sorry about the whooping you got.

I'm sorry about everything.

I just hope you can hear me and you can find it in your

heart to forgive me.

Because deep down, I

never said it,

but I loved you, Lucy.

Why the hell did you have to leave the house to that jackass?

You let them go?

I had to. Their stories are the same.

You've seen that for yourself.

Yeah, they're exactly the same, right down to the same adjectives. They both

they had barbecue chicken thighs and a tossed salad. It's like they rehearsed

it.

I don't think so, Ms.

McIntyre. Oh, Detective Kendall, please. Leanne, Detective Kendall's been very

cooperative. He's done all he can. Let's go. No, he hasn't. Come on.

Dad.

Dad, these girls are in this up to their eyeballs. I am more convinced of that

now than ever before.

They probably are.

I know. I don't have anything on them.

But I will.

Okay.

day really taught me.

To hell with nursing school. I am going to be an opt.

Uh -oh.

Mozo approaching 12 o 'clock.

Oh, I'm not going to dump on anybody.

Oh, I want to be nice.

And we're not out of the woods yet.

Oh, I mean nice, nice.

You do remember how to be nice, nice, don't you?

Bigly.

Hi.

Um, do I meet again?

I sat next to you on the beach the other day. You probably don't remember. Of

course we do. I never forget a Ferrari.

Fuckin' face!

Here, sit down.

Oh, thank you.

We'd offer you a drink, but... I'll take care of that.

So, um, what are we celebrating?

Oh, Kara's just decided what she's going to be when she grows up. Oh, yeah? And

that is?

Next time.

Wait, Chris.

May we have one more pitcher and an extra glass, please? I'll be glad to

you, sir, but I'm afraid the bartender thinks the ladies have had enough.

What? What kind of deal is that?

Actually, it's the law. If you got an accident on the way home, he could be

responsible.

I know that because I get cut off all the time.

Come on, Carrie. I think we should take our business elsewhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I think that you better call it a night.

I think we better call it gas.

I have an idea.

Why don't I drive you home?

Hey, this is a nice place.

Are you renting it?

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's my aunt.

She's in Europe.

Do you have any idea how messy you are?

Oh, it's all Ashley's stuff. Very funny.

Hey, would you get me a beer? Oh, me too.

I think you two have had enough. I'll make you some coffee.

My name's Cliff.

Pozo.

I've never seen anyone drive a Ferrari so slow in my life.

What do you want in your coffee?

Cream and sugar.

Kahlua.

Sugar's hard as a rock.

Oh, the humidity gets to it after a while. It's still good.

I gotta go.

I just remembered there's some place that I got to be. I'm really sorry. It's

almost midnight.

Oh, yeah. Oh, wow. That's why I got to hurry.

I'll just catch you on the beach at some point. There's a volleyball tournament

tomorrow, right? Yeah, at 1.

You want to play?

No, I'll just watch.

I'll watch.

Thanks. See you.

Bozo.

I know it's late, but I just discovered something.

There is sugar in Carrie Locke's house.

Ben?

Ben, do you hear me?

Ben, wake up!

There is sugar in Carrie's house. Almost a full five -pound bag.

It looks like it's been there for weeks.

Sugar?

Did you say sugar?

Yes, Ben, I said sugar enough to bake 12 marble cakes.

If they were as drunk last night as Cliff said.

Yeah. Yeah.

I wonder why that one, Carrie?

Yeah. I wonder why she's wearing that T -shirt.

You'd think she'd want to show off her tan.

They make a nice team, don't they?

Volleyball, extortion, murder.

Of course, I know we need proof.

But the sugar that Cliff found proved that Ashley didn't need to borrow any

day from her neighbor. She was just setting up an alibi for Carrie.

We could suggest that.

We?

Did you say we?

I heard you say we, Dad.

Does that mean you want to be my co -counsel at the trial no more? I'm on

vacation.

Oh, Dad!

I want to take this.

Oh, why don't you take it?

Maybe afterwards we can go on vacation.

The address you just gave is actually

your aunt's address, isn't it? That's right.

She's in Europe and we're house -sitting.

We?

Ashley Armstrong and I. She's a friend of mine from school.

Nursing school? Yes.

Are you working here or just playing?

No, just playing.

These are records from the place where you bank here in Wilmington. There's a

lot.

During June and July, how many deposits did you make?

Three. How much money?

$5 ,000.

$5 ,000?

You just said you're not working. Where'd you get that kind of money?

It was a gift. Oh.

You want to say... No, it's personal. I'd rather not say.

Okay, okay. But what was it from... Was it from Jerry Jennings

back then?

No. Well, you do know Mr.

Jennings, don't you?

I went out with him once.

Well, what happened when you went out with him, or that is, when you took him

your house?

Well, he's prepared to testify.

that Tim McDaniels showed up at your place while Jerry was there, claiming

that you and your roommate were trying to set Jerry up the same way you had set

him up, Tim.

I wonder what that means.

I have no idea.

Oh, don't be modest. As cons go, it was brilliant.

You were going to let him go just so far, and then you were going to cry,

You know.

Date rape.

Forcing Jerry to decide whether to pay you off or face the humiliation of being

arrested. No.

Objection. Excuse me. Trying to extort money from Jerry the same way you

extorted money from Tim. No.

That's where the money in your bank account came from, isn't it? No.

That's a matlock.

Yes, sir?

Knock it off.

Knock what off? Making unfounded accusations.

Trying to pass wild speculation off as fact?

If I have to use my gavel again, Mr. Matlock, you're going to regret it.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Now, regardless of the veracity, the truth, of Mr.

McDaniel's allegations that night, he did indicate that he was going to hassle

you for the rest of the summer, didn't he?

Yes. You didn't like that?

Of course not.

Would you please tell the court what happened to Mr. McDaniels the very next

day?

He drowned.

And who was the lifeguard who swam out and tried to save him?

Mike Rydell.

Did he?

Yes. A very interesting coincidence.

Do you know Mike Rydell?

Yes. So well that you asked him to get rid of Tim McDaniels for you, didn't

No. Objection! And so he did.

But then... He became the problem, and you had to get rid of him, didn't you?

No. Objection! When you saw him slug my client on the beach the very next day,

knowing he was diabetic, you saw a way to go through with it. That's not true.

So you went to Clyde Eller's house, stole one of his used syringes, used a

or gloves or something to keep your fingerprints off of it. That's not true.

Filled it with monocaine, went back to Mike Rydell's place and injected him,

didn't you? No! Excuse me! And then after he died...

You picked up the phone again, didn't leave fingerprints, and called Ashley so

she could implicate Clyde Eller when the police questioned her.

Don't!

You want to say that again?

Uh... Please, Your Honor.

Don't.

I have proof.

You have proof?

Yes, sir. Proof that...

Ms. Locke was in the decedent's apartment that day.

Let's see it, Mr. Matlock. Right here. Right here. Here you are. Right here.

Now, you play volleyball.

Tell the court what this is.

It's the trophy they gave out at the volleyball championships last year. I

borrowed this from one of the winners.

It's pretty neat.

It's a clock and a trophy all rolled into one.

Nice.

Did Mike Rydell have one of these?

How should I know?

He won a championship match with Kip Vogel last year, so yes, he had one.

But the thing is, nobody can find it.

Not in his apartment, not in his car.

But the weird thing is, the lady who cleans this place said she saw one

like this on the nightstand by his bed that afternoon. Just ours.

Before he was murdered.

What happened to it, Karen?

How should I know?

Mike struggled with you before he died, didn't he? I was nowhere near it. And

last night, you grabbed that trophy and swung it at him. And he caught you on

the arm, made two deep cuts here. So deep, they keep opening up. And they

you. They mark you as a murderer. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mr. Matlock.

Can't you hear me saying, excuse me?

Yes, sir.

That doesn't mean I want to leave the room.

I know, sir.

And I gave you fair warning. Your Honor, make her roll up her sleeve.

Please, her left sleeve.

If there's nothing there, you can bang your gavel and I'll go straight to the

pokey without a word across my heart.

I can't pass up a deal like that. Push up your left sleeve, please.

Push it up or I will hold you in contempt, young lady.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

You're a very pretty girl, Carrie.

So is Ashley.

But somewhere back there, you made the wrong turn.

But I think we all know what happened to Mike Rydell and how it happened and

what happened to Tim McDaniels.

And I think we all know that Clyde Eller had nothing to do with it.

You're a very patient man, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Oh, good, good.

Come on, Pop.

I haven't made some sandwiches for the road. Oh, please, it was the least I

could do.

You're going running off early this morning, aren't you?

You're going to run, but you can't hide.

You haven't heard the last from me, pal.

I'm going straight to my real lawyer.

You didn't tell him? No. Tell me what?

Clyde signed the house over to me yesterday in lieu of my fee.

You own this house?

Well, yeah.

It's not fair.

You left her, broke her heart. I had to take care of her year after year after

year. Then she left me, took half of everything I had.

And you, one of the richest men in the world, and here's me, a penniless

jackass, and you end up with her house.

I signed it over to you this morning.

I see you told him about the house.

Yeah.

Congratulations, Pop.

Did you, uh, tell him about the mortgage?

No. What mortgage?

Well, the $4 ,000 mortgage payment you'll have to make.

What thousand?

Every month.

How about the problem with the roof?

What problem with the roof? It leaks all over.

It'll have to be replaced.

I'd do the wiring first, though.

What's wrong with the wiring?

It was done on the cheek.

The whole place could go up in flames.

But now that it's all over and you have the house, I'm sure that's the way Lucy

would have wanted it.

And you remember our horseshoe game?

Mine was a leaner.