All language subtitles for simon_simon_s03e04_bail_out

The police and the insurance companies
ruled it an accident. Somebody must have

sabotaged his shoot.

Tonight on Simon and Simon.

Do you know anything about Santa Lea?
Doesn't have a basketball team. Rick,

dress for dinner. What do you think I
do, eat naked? Got our cover all worked

out. Don't fall down under pressure.

Are you new on the pro tour?

We found him on the ground next to his
body. He was still wearing the goggles.

The strike you as odd? Everything about
this accident seems odd.

Hey, look, that's a $5 ,000 roll of
goods here, pal. Just back off. I just

to make it look like an antique.

Leeds, I'm giving you one last chance to
reconsider my proposition. Give it a

rest. Will you, Dayton? God didn't make
the weekends for business, especially

not the way you conduct it. Look, Leeds,
if you know the kind of pressure I'm

under, I need an answer fast. Okay.

No. Is that fast enough?

Now let's go and enjoy the show.

Warren, I counted on you. You just can't
hang me out to dry.

You hanged yourself.

I'm not going to let you off the hook.

I'm going to make way.

Well, then I hope you're a good swimmer.

Hi, Sherry.

How's the wind today?

Perfect. Should be a good jump.

I think it's crazy. It'd never get me up
there.

Go to try it.

One of the safest sports going.

More people can head on a tennis court
than out here.

Something's wrong. Alan?

What the hell is all this?

Dr. Louise.

Thank you for calling, Marie.

Hello, you're on the box with Dr.
Louise.

Boy, her own husband.

I think you know somebody.

I mean, you live with them day and night
all those years, all of a sudden they

start doing stuff off the wall.

Tell me about it.

Oh, you mean... Nah, all of this stuff
packs up in two minutes. That's the

beauty of it.

I figured, you know, since we didn't
have anything in the traps, I'd take

Mooney down to Rogue River for the
weekend.

The weekend?

Yeah. You've got more stuff here than
the Marines had at Guadalcanal. One,

didn't I?

So your old Debbie will hoist a white
flag about midnight.

Why don't you do this outside, Mr. Wild
Kingdom?

Eh, it looks like rain. I don't want the
stuff to get wet.

What do you mean you don't want it to
get wet? You're going down the Rogue

for the weekend. How's it not going to
get wet?

Long -suffering A .J. Simon here.

Air bottles should always be stowed.

Oh, Jerry!

Oh, yeah, I didn't recognize your new
name.

Contents under extreme pressure.

I'm sorry.

Sure.

Well, why don't you come to the office
and... Do not pull the red air bottle

ball.

I think you better make that half an
hour.

again sherry you know i haven't had a
decent margarita since you left the

barnacle you know they retired your
blender it's been a while since i shared

happy hour with anyone yeah well sorry
to hear about the accident here sit down

no no thank you oh what can we do for
you insurance problem something wrong

the wheel what no you can find out who
murdered my husband

How many of you are going?

We don't know how long we're going to be
in Santa Lea. I just want to be

prepared. For what, a shirt shortage?

I've got to pack ten of these by now.

Rick, there is a difference between
packing and stuffing.

Well, as our old Uncle Will used to say,
life's sort of like an overnight bag.

The more you cram into it, the longer
you get to stay.

Yeah, well, for your information, I'm
just taking along a few things.

To shore up our credibility.

As what? Detective Sam Spade wore the
same suit through an entire movie.

Rick, do you know anything about Santa
Lea? Doesn't have a basketball team.

Okay, there you go. Neither does Palm
Beach.

Neither does Newport.

Neither does Growth Point.

Rick, they dress for dinner there.

What do you think I do, eat naked?

Never mind. Look, I've been thinking
about my cover.

How does the name...

Andrew Swan strike you.

Sort of like a feather.

Look, I've already got our cover all
worked out. You're gonna love it. All

you're gonna need is a pair of sneakers
and some sweat socks that don't fall

down under pressure.

The police and the insurance companies
ruled it an accident.

Now, what makes you think it was murder?

Alan was an expert skydiver. He always
went over all his gear with a fine

comb.

Somebody must have sabotaged his chute.

Well, what makes you think that? I mean,
did Alan have any enemies you know

about? Are you kidding?

In the record business, you don't make
friends, just money.

A lot of the competition was gunning for
him.

Do you recall any arguments or heated
conversations you might have had?

He was working on a very complicated
business deal with a man named Warren

Leeds.

Maybe you've heard of him?

Yeah.

Sort of a one -man conglomerate.

Hotels in Vegas, pinball machines, cable
TV. Very prominent trends in the olive

oil importing business.

Well, I wasn't crazy about Alan getting
involved with Leeds.

They had a meeting here two days before.

I... I couldn't make out what was being
said. I just know there was a lot of

shouting. Who was doing most of the
shouting?

Alan.

Leeds dormed out of here, and Alan
wouldn't tell me what it was all about.

Now, Leeds, was he part of the skydiving
group?

Yes.

He jumped right after Alan.

Hey. Oh, hey, I'm sorry.

That's okay. That's okay. Come on. Come
on.

When can you guys start?

How about right now? Is that soon
enough?

Oh, hey.

Old friends are always the best.

Now, you might have a problem with some
of the people in Santa Lea.

Why? What's wrong with them?

Well, Alan's friends never really
accepted me into their world. I wasn't

right sort of person, I guess. Yeah, not
filming enough for them, huh?

And if they think that... You're working
for me. Well, we'll go undercover.

It'll be better that way anyhow.

Are you kidding?

They'll never even know we're here.

He's here!

He's here!

Who is he? I don't know. Let's get his
autograph anyway. He's gone.

Yeah.

Uh, thank you very much, girls. Thank
you. Thank you!

I'll have to... I'll hand it to you,
though, Rick.

It's the best cover you ever dreamed up.

You know, you like it. Five Clemens
gotta work.

Ah, and I appreciate you letting me have
the glory seat on this one, too. Well,

you have to trade these things off. Last
time I was the oil minister from

Kuwait, that had a certain amount of
glory to it. Not to mention eight wives.

Hey.

That is the essence of good undercover.

Authenticity.

Tell you what, you check in at
tournament headquarters, I'm gonna lose

stuff and sniff around the airport. Hey,
uh, you got the, uh, M3P?

I understand you had a customer.

Dig a hole on you about two weeks ago.

What?

Ernie Boyer. An ASB.

An ASB?

National Air Safety Board.

Oh, you're about to date next.

Let's see. Dayton.

Dayton. Dayton. Allen.

Skydiver. Took the elevator from the
10th floor.

What? 10 ,000 feet.

Anything left worth looking at?

Cops, the FAA, and 100 insurance guys
have already been through everything.

Yeah, well, I don't chew my food twice,
pal.

I'm your federal tax dollar at work.
Spend me wisely.

Telephone call for Mr.

Jim Post.

There's a phone call for Mr.

Jim Post.

Mr. Swan? Yes.

I'm Lisa Bannon with the Santa Lea
Register.

I'm covering the tournament.

I wonder if you can give me some
background on yourself for our readers.

Oh. Well, I'm really due for my alcohol
rub, but I guess I can give you a few

moments.

I hope you don't take this the wrong
way, but I'm not familiar with your

and you haven't played here before. Are
you new on the pro tour?

New? Yes.

Well, let's see.

San Antonio Open Clay Courts Champion,
1975.

Ars Tills Honor Op, 1978.

Yakuza Motors World Invitational
Champion.

1979. Let's see, I beat Jimmy 6 -2, 6 -3
in that one.

Jimmy Connors?

I was not referring to Durante.

Packed the chute myself.

Police technician verified it was in
perfect working order. Still is.

Once they ruled it was an accident, they
sent everything back to us.

Best we can figure is...

Some sort of freak, temporary
malfunction in the release mechanism.

No way somebody could have tampered with
it. What are you looking at?

You mind?

I'm working here.

They had more corrective glasses?

Yeah, we found them on the ground next
to his body. He was still wearing the

goggles.

Wait a minute. You're saying that the
glasses are on the ground, the goggles

still on his head?

Yeah. Does that strike you as odd?

Everything about this accident seems
odd.

They had a date and jump. Who went out
behind him?

Uh, Warren Lees. He live around here?

Yeah.

Hi, fellas. You want to give me a hand
getting this up over the brick here?

a hike.

Nobody ordered any carpet.

Is this the Warren Leeds residence?

I'm losing patience.

Hey, come on, guys. I'm just a working
slob trying to do my job. Don't make me

laugh.

Do I look like a comedian?

Now, if you got something against me,
like personally or something like that,

just show me where I can leave the
carpet. I'll put it there and get out of

hair.

That's very funny.

Your partner's inside the carpet, right?

Uh, no,

there's nobody in there. It's just
carpet.

Well, if nobody's in the carpet, then
you won't mind if I... Hey, look, that's

$5 ,000 roll of goods here, pal. Just
back off.

I just want to make it look like an
antique.

The first battery -operated carpet that
I ever saw.

You want to see Mr. Leeds?

Make an appointment.

Well, 3 .30 looks good to me. Get out of
here.

I told you it wouldn't work.

Lori, Jack, hello.

Temperature in here just dropped about
10 degrees.

La -dee -da.

You'd think I'd stop trying after a
while.

Come on, hey.

It's just that they don't know you,
that's all.

Yeah, if they knew you, they wouldn't
let you in the joint to begin with.

Well, there you go.

Sherry, how are you?

Oh, you shouldn't be seen here, Lisa.
I'm contagious.

Oh, don't worry. Not everybody in San
Elias is.

Novice at the country club set.

I see you again, Mr. Swan.

Miss Bannon, this is my trainer, Dick
Sloan. Hi. How do you do? Nice to meet

you. So, you're the one who keeps the
machine oiled. Well, in a manner of

speaking, yeah.

That's the guy with the phony carpet.

Oh.

Go on in. I'm going to wash my hands.

You seem very confident. I see that you
didn't show up for your practice match

this afternoon. Well, we don't want the
machine to get too well oiled.

Gets greasy after a while.

Hey, don't let it get you down.

They'll accept you in time.

I'm not sure it'll work both ways.

I can't say I blame you.

Well, good luck on your endeavors,
gentlemen.

Good evening.

I wonder what she meant by that.

Hi.

Something from the bar?

Ah, yeah.

Scotch mist with a twitch for Mr.

Swan. And, um, double margarita, no salt
for Mr. Sloan. Very good.

Wow. I never forget a face or a drink.
Well, no, sometimes a face. Well, it's

not important. Just keep the drink order
straight.

I'll have a daiquiri.

Dave still knows how to make one. I'm
sure he does, Mr. Davies.

Uh, Dave.

See the mechanic at the airport?

Mm -hmm. Dave Haddon.

He moonlights as the bartender.

Good for him.

You tell her I've made her the best
daiquiri she'll ever have.

Will do, Dave.

The fight was over by the time they got
there, but they couldn't get him off the

course, girl.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. I don't
remember any of that.

At the barnacle? No way.

Thank you very much.

Oh, well, tell him thanks. I will.

I got into a fight at the barnacle?

One.

Well, one memorable one, but many minor
ones.

I don't remember a bit of it. Here's to
old times.

Here's to old friends at the barnacle.

Something wrong with your drink?

There's cream de coco in here, but it
doesn't taste that way.

In a daiquiri? You must have the wrong
drink.

It tastes bitter.

It smells like bitter chocolate.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mm -hmm.

No, please don't spell it.

Right.

Thank you very much, Tony. Appreciate
it.

Bye -bye.

The police toxicologist identified the
poison as probaxamine.

That's a muscle relaxant.

Take enough of it and it relaxes all
your muscles.

including your heart and your lungs.

Do they have any suspects?

Yes and no.

Yes, anybody who was at the country club
could have done it.

No, they have no idea who did.

Far for the course.

Well, I'm as confused as they are. I
mean, it's one thing for most of the

to snub me.

Yeah, but not to snuff you.

It could be the same person who killed
Alan.

Only we're not sure that that was a
murder.

Is there anything else that you can tell
us? Anything at all unusual that might

have happened in the last couple of
weeks?

The watch.

What watch? The gold pocket watch that
Ellen's dad gave him maybe 20 years ago.

It was very expensive.

What about it?

It's missing.

I know Ellen had a strong attachment to
it, and I wanted him to be buried with

it. Do you think it was stolen?

Well, the house never looked like it was
broken into, but, I mean, what else

could have happened to it?

I'll get one of them.

Tell me something.

You ever consider taking that bird out
and wringing its neck?

Many times.

Hi. Hi. I just stopped by to see how
Sherry is.

Well, she's feeling a little rocky right
now.

Well, I would think she'd be feeling
kind of dead if you hadn't stopped her

drinking that poison last night.

I guess so.

Look, I know who you are and why you're
here.

My name is Swan, and I am here to play
tennis.

I also know that you and your brother
tried to see Warren Leeds yesterday.

Unsuccessfully. No comment.

I don't like Warren Leeds.

I don't really want his kind in this
community.

If you want to talk to him about Alan's
death, I can help.

How? He's very security conscious.

Surrounds himself with bodyguards.

So I hear.

But he does play golf, and there he's
more approachable.

My son Steve's a caddy.

He can give you more specific
information.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Steve? Yeah.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Andrew Swan. This is my trainer,
Dick Sloan.

Mom said you'd be willing to talk to us
for a bit about Warren Leeds. Oh, yeah,

that's right.

She also said to answer questions, not
to ask anything.

Okay, first question.

You suppose you could arrange for us to
caddy for him?

No way. He travels around with his own
personal caddies these days.

Yeah, I think I met him.

Okay, tell us a little bit about Leeds'
golf game.

When I used to caddy for him, I remember
he had a pretty nasty slice.

A slice, not a hook?

No, definitely a slice.

Okay, let's see. Is he right -handed?

Yeah, yeah, he always had a lot of
problems on 3, 5, 7, and 10. 3, 5, 7,

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah? Yeah.

Sure.

To Alan on his 13th birthday, love, Dad.

I think this belonged to Alan Dayton.

Well, yeah.

How'd you come by it, Steve?

It was really strange, you know.

The day after Mr. Dayton died, I got it
in the mail.

Don't ask me why I sent it. I mean, it's
not like I admired it or anything. I've

never even seen it before.

It was really spooky getting the watch
like that, though.

I didn't tell anyone.

Look, give it to Mrs. Dayton. If she has
any questions, she can ask me.

Okay.

And if she wants you to have the watch,
we'll see to it you get it back.

I got it in the mail, just like I said.

Okay. Thank you very much for your time,
Steve.

Well? Well, uh, do you believe him?

Yeah, I do believe him. I mean, the
story's too improbable not to believe

But why would a guy send an expensive
watch like that to somebody who was

a total stranger to him?

Hold it. Open the air. Come on.

Come on.

1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Magnum. 1, 7.

Covering issue.

What else you got in there? Anything?

Good. All right.

Ready? 1, 2, 3.

.357, you guys like the same caliber,
huh?

Let's look out here.

Uh -huh. Brass knocks. You know that's
cheating.

Oh, by the way, he was in the carpet.

Oh, thank you very much for not
shooting. I do appreciate it.

Very nice work, boys.

Well, let's see now. I think the, yeah,
yours was this .357 Magnum, right? And

you had the big one with the... chromed,
and the sap, I think, is yours. You get

the brass knuckles, right?

Oh, right, right, right. Still owe you
one. There's mine.

Okay. Everybody square?

So much for security.

Mr. Leeds, we were hoping we could have
a word with you.

Well, I guess I'll have to deal with
these gentlemen myself.

All right, gentlemen, I'll answer your
questions.

Hey, look, I'm a very nice fellow.

Ask anybody.

Miami.

Trite.

Vegas.

You got two minutes.

We're investigating the death of Alan
Dayton.

So? So, according to his wife, you were
with him the afternoon before he died.

And according to his wife, the two of
you quarreled.

We need to know what the quarrel was
about.

Is there any reason why I should answer
that?

Is there any reason why you shouldn't?

No, you're right. There isn't.

When I quarrel with someone, it's
usually about money.

This was no exception.

Could you be a little more specific?

Well, I backed him in a few of his
record deals. He always paid me off, and

figured I'd do it again.

He was wrong.

Why not?

Alan Dayton didn't meet my standards of
creditworthiness.

He was an empty shell.

Alan Dayton was broke.

Come on.

The man made hit record.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

He always financed his future projects
by borrowing on his present ones.

Now, when you rob Peter to pay Paul, the
time comes when Peter doesn't got.

And Paul starts hollering.

Wait a minute. You're saying the whole
thing was a fraud. I mean, the house,

cars, the jet.

Mortgaged, remortgaged, leased,
borrowed.

Everything in arrears.

Take it from an expert, the man was
worth more dead than alive.

Not to me, though.

What does that mean? The only thing he
had that was paid for was a half

-dollar term life insurance policy.

And you can't borrow on that.

His wife, gentlemen, his wife was the
only one who benefited from his death.

I didn't poison her in case that was
your next question.

I had nothing to gain from it.

The interview's over.

Mr. Leeds, you were with Alan just
before he jumped.

So were a lot of people. So what?

I know. I just... Was he wearing his
glasses?

He always wore them under his goggles.

Had to.

As blind as a bat.

Was Dayton wearing his glasses?

If so, if so, how'd they wind up on the
ground with his goggles still on his

head? Exactly.

Do you believe he died broke?

There's no reason for me to lie about
that. Mr. Swann?

Yes,

Mr. Swann.

I believe I have your court assignment
here.

Oh, great.

suits the record I made up for you.
They'll probably stick you out on the

40 with some old geezer from Oxnard who
plays every other weekend.

I hope so.

Here it is. You'll be in center court.
Isn't that great? Thank you. Thank you

very much.

Romaine Flott?

Yeah, he's evidently one of those iron
curtain players, you know, from one of

those countries. They still make their
own rackets. Wood, catgut, very

Center court with Romaine Flott?

Yeah.

Did you know it was Romaine Vlad?

Well, I saw his name on the draw sheet.
I mean, he sounds like some guy who eats

a lot of veal cutlets. Big deal. They
call him Vlad the Impaler.

He's got a smashing serve, a deadly
ground game, and he beat Connors in

Belgrade.

Connors who?

He beat Lendl in Johannesburg.

The same reason Ford retired.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, you haven't looked too tough to
me.

all along who he was, didn't you?

Well, yeah, I kind of knew.

I just didn't want you worried.

Worried?

What about public humiliation?

Hey, come on, A .J. You can take this
guy. Just make him run.

Run? Yeah.

Look at him!

He ran McEnroe into the ground. The man
runs like a deer.

Well, maybe not today.

You seen Sherry around here? She was
supposed to be here. Oh, that's great.

Yeah, you want everybody to see this,
don't you? I mean, why don't you call

maybe some of your friends back at the
Lucky Duck.

No, they don't have to be here to see
it.

What do you mean?

Well, the tape's going to be all over
the news tonight.

Oh, look, one of those is network.

Oh.

Oh.

Hey, hey, Jake, come on.

All you got to do is keep the ball in
play. You can take this guy, all right?

Come on now, relax.

Here, here's your racket.

Take your racket. No, no.

Shake hands with it, all right?

You're gonna be fine. You can take him.

Just keep him moving, right?

Mr. Swan.

Mr. Swanley, Brigade 2, first step.

Great work, AJ. Just keep it up. All you
got to do is break his shirt once.

That's all?

That's it.

So far, I haven't been able to see his
shirt.

Yeah, well, he's going to lose the edge
off of that hard one any minute now.

Believe me, I know.

Go get him.

Mr. Vlad, sir.

Just a telephone call for you. Oh, thank
you.

30, love.

Hello? Hi, Rick, it's Lisa.

Oh, hi.

I thought you might be worried about
Sherry. Yeah, yeah, I am.

40, love.

Well, Sherry thought you might be.

She's awfully depressed. I think she's
taking a ride out in the country.

She may be going to visit Alan's grave.

She's going to miss AJ's match.

I know, and she promised to be there.

She asked me to come over and explain,
but...

No, that's okay, Lisa.

Thanks for calling and letting me know.

That's okay. Bye -bye.

Yeah, Lisa Bannon, please.

She's not in.

Did anyone else help you?

No. What time did she leave the office?

She didn't come in today.

Can I take a message for her?

No, no message. Thank you.

Here you go. Thanks. Sure.

Fifteen. Love.

Listen, AJ, I'm going to have to take
off, all right? You just keep this guy

moving. Everything's going to be fine.
Wait, hey, hey, what's wrong?

Mr. Swan, please.

Something just came up I don't feel very
good about. I mean, Sherry didn't show

up, and I don't much like the
explanation. I just got about where she

okay? But just... No, hey, wait. If
something's wrong with Sherry, we both

How? Mr. Swan, you'll have to serve now
or default.

Look, AJ, I can handle this thing by
myself, all right? You got a real shot

this. Go for it.

I default.

So I remain.

See you at Wimbledon.

You really didn't have to bail out of a
match like that. You could have taken

him. Hey, we're in this together.

Okay, what have you got?

I got a call from Lisa. Yeah?

She said Sherry wasn't going to make it
to the match. She was going to go for a

drive in the country.

So? And then Lisa said she was calling
from her office.

That it?

No, the cuckoo clock is it. The cuckoo
clock? Don't you remember the cuckoo

clock? Remember the cuckoo... Rick,
sometimes I don't think about cuckoo

for years on end. The cuckoo clock in
Sherry's house. Lisa was calling from

Sherry's house.

That's it?

And that's it?

Just because you heard a cuckoo clock,
you pulled me out of a match where I am

actually feeding Romaine Vlad? I don't
believe it. Because of a cuckoo clock,

there's only about 800 of them around
here.

Just because of that, you pulled me out
of a match where I am actually feeding

Romaine Vlad?

Why didn't you bother to call first? I
did. There was no answer.

Possibly because there is nobody home.

Did anybody ever tell you that you were
paranoid? No, but I'm sure somebody

will. You are paranoid.

There I was playing the best game of my
life. Hey, shut up. Shut up. Listen.

What is that?

Rick? Yeah, right here.

Easy up.

I want you to stop getting out of here.

There you go.

You sure you don't want to see a doctor?

No, I'll be all right.

Why would Lisa want to kill me?

We're hoping we'll find some answers in
here.

Sherry, did you know that Alan was in
some pretty serious financial

difficulties?

No. He always told me everything was
fine.

Are you saying Alan was broke?

Well, if that were the case, how do you
suppose he'd have handled it?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

Alan was an awfully proud man, and he
had this terrible fear of failure.

As far as Alan was concerned, the worst
thing in life, the worst, was to be a

loser.

He wasn't a loser, was he?

No man who could attract a woman like
you could ever be called a loser.

Hey, Rick. Yeah.

Take a look at this.

Ah, Steve.

It's Lisa's kid.

Somebody who looks a lot like him.

No, Steve, it's Alan.

What? When he was 18, a paratrooper in
Vietnam.

But you're right, it does look like
Steve.

Everyone always says that Steve looks
enough like Alan to be his kid brother.

Or maybe just his kid.

What?

Alan's what?

Steve had it.

He said that Alan sent it to him a day
or two before the accident.

Almost as if Alan knew he were going to
die.

I think I'm beginning to understand
about the glasses.

What glasses?

Alan's glasses.

He always wore them underneath his
goggles when he parachuted.

I couldn't figure out why the glasses
were on the ground next to him while he

still had his goggles in place. I'm
beginning to figure that out.

They didn't fall off.

He took them off before he jumped.

So he wouldn't see the ground rushing up
at him.

Alan committed suicide.

Well, nobody knows that for sure. But it
does look that way, yes.

But why?

The only thing he had left was a half
-million -dollar life insurance policy.

The sad part is that if it was suicide,
you're not eligible to collect.

I don't want it anyway.

None of this explains why Lisa tried to
kill her.

I got a good way to find out.

Let's go ask her.

Another drink, Mrs. Bannon?

Yes, Dave, please.

The caddy master said you wanted to see
me. Oh, Steve.

Steve, I love you very much.

You called me from work to tell me that?

Sometimes... Sometimes... When a person
loves someone...

They do things that are not real.

Wait.

What's wrong?

Please go back to work.

Mom, do you mind telling me what's the
matter?

Steve,

please go back to work now.

You know about Steve.

They figured it out.

That still doesn't tell me why you tried
to murder me.

Doesn't it?

The way the law is structured, with you
gone, Steve

becomes the sole legitimate heir.

Alan married you, Sherry.

I was the mother of his child.

You should have told me.

I didn't have to.

When he was alive, Alan sent me money
for Stephen.

With Alan dead, and you inheriting his
fortune, I

couldn't let that happen to Stephen,
don't you see?

No, I don't see.

And how did you think you'd ever get
away with it?

I don't think she really wanted to.

Lisa, you started off buying
probaxamine. That can be traced to you.

So then you go for a phony suicide, only
your intended victim is going to be

bruised from where you clobbered her.

And I'll bet you left fingerprints all
over the house and all over the car.

And why would you ever talk to us?

It's like the firebug hangs around to
watch the fire.

Part of you wanted to get caught.

Talk about your supreme irony.

Lisa tries twice to kill Sherry so that
Steve can inherit an estate that's

totally worthless.

What'll happen to Lisa?

Well, it's...

Obvious she's a pretty disturbed lady. I
think courts will try to help her

rather than punish her.

You know, I'm not really angry at her at
all.

I feel sorry for her.

If you tell that to the court, it'll
help her even more.

Which reminds me, I have something here
for you guys.

No, you don't. Forget it. You know you
don't have any money? You cannot afford

to pay us.

The fee? Of course I can afford your
fee.

Plus a fat bonus, which you deserve.

No, no. Maybe Steve can use something,
but not us.

I've already taken care of Steve.

I'm arranging a $25 ,000 trust fund. Say
what?

Where's all this money coming from? We
know Alan died broke.

Well, when I called the insurance
company and told them that we thought

Alan's death might be a suicide, they
said that I was eligible for a refund of

all the money that Alan paid in
premiums. It came to over $75 ,000.

Hello, that's wonderful.

But you still can't pay us. That's it.

Oh, hey.

Hey, thanks, you guys.

You can hug us. Everything.

Can't pay us, though.

And if you're ever in the mood for one
of my patented margaritas, you know

to find it.

Let's go for a walk -up.

That little brother is what they call a
lady.

Hiya, Vlad.

What was that about? Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, don't give me that.

What did you do?

Nothing, I just, uh... Bought you a
little insurance policy, that's all.

Okay,

Rick.

Drop the other shoe.

Well, last night about 8 o 'clock I
engaged our friend Romaine in there in a

little tournament of my own.

Shooters, 20 paces.

You believe that poor man had never
tasted tequila in his whole life? You

about your underdeveloped nation. Hold
it. Just hold it.

Do you mean to tell me that the night
before the match, you got my opponent

drunk? Yeah.

What made you think I couldn't compete
on still alone?

I've seen you play.

Come on, little brother, show a little
gratitude.

Gratitude? Gratitude. For what?

You think it's easy trying to out -drink
a deprived Hungarian?

That son of a gun can drink. He's got a
stomach.