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This is B. Bob, your WBW traffic

eye in the sky, and it's a glorious Atlanta morning,

much too nice to go to work.

So far, the thruways are flowing smoothly,

but there will be tie-ups due to construction

later in the morning.

So, for those of you still in bed, good luck.

Now, back to WBW's own Arthur "Say It Like It Is" Saxon,

the man you love to hate.

WBW Arthur Saxon. Talk to me.

Hi, Arthur, it's Gloria.

Gloria.

Well, I should've know it was garbage

by the sound of seagulls.

What's on your alleged mind this morning, sweet cheeks?

The way you're always bad-mouthing Robby Moore.

Moi? Mo-ee?

Bad-mouth Moore the moron?

Good... morning, Atlanta!

Get up!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

It's Robby Moore.

Moore... Moore.

Oh, come on, I think he's kind of cute.

You do? Well, I used to work with him right here at WBW.

And I think he's adorable.

I love the way he got Diedre Wallace cancelled.

He could be top disc jockey.

How many of you actually know somebody named Bambi?

Come on now, raise your hands.

No, no, no, no, not both of them!

I admire the way he fired

Leonard Gilbert, the only man

who would take him on as manager when he was nobody.

I had the worst meal of my life last night.

Now, I would be a good guy

and tell you what the name of this restaurant it,

but the only thing is, they buy airtime here at old WZF.

And as Bambi once said, "Hey, I'll do anything for a buck."

"And I worship, worship the way

he shafted our own station owner, Marty Lynch,

by jumping ship to our chief competitor

after Marty made him a star.

Yeah, real class act, that rowdy moron.

Folks, this is Robby Moore reminding

you that if your child is threatening,

"I'm leaving home," please get it in writing.

Get them out of the house.

I'll tell y'all a little story, you know, last night,

I went out with this really nice girl,

sweet, sensitive, smart... what a bummer. Speaking of lungs, ooh!

Ah! Ah! She didn't smoke, didn't drink,

didn't even have a tattoo... disgusting! Have you seen this new billboard...?

Well, you can't win them all. The only problem with the war on poverty

is, they didn't shoot enough poor putzes like you, ding-dong.

Talk about your Silicon Valley.

You're on with Saxon.

Say Arthur, do you know the Communists

have taken over the entire US Senate?

No, but if you hum

a few bars, I'll fake it.

♪ Do you know the Communists are taking over? ♪

You are on with Saxon.

Southwest and westerly at ten miles an hour...

WBW Radio, Arthur Saxon.

Please, whoever this is, let them have access to a brain.

Whenever you talk about Robby Moore,

you always leave out one important point.

Yeah? What's that?

Enlighten me, babe.

The point is, you're no longer number one in drive time.

Robby Moore is.

WBW Radio, 98.6 FM Atlanta.

Anybody out there? Talk to me.

Well, if everybody carried a sawed-off shotgun,

there be a lot less crime.

Yeah, and a lot fewer people, too, dork.

Well, snapper, there ought to be a law against you.

Yeah, well there is a law, mush brain.

It's called freedom of speech, and it's in the Constitution.

You're out of here.

WBW Radio, Arthur Saxon. Talk to me.

Arthur, I read that if you dream,

you're falling into a vat of chocolate...

Whilst we ponder that often-burning question.

What do you say to God when She sneezes?

Think about it, Atlanta.

People! People! People!

It is 9:59. This is it.

I am sick of you people, and I am out of here!

Try not to screw up too badly until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow

when I will be back to straighten you out.

I mean the meantime, this is Mad-Mouth Arthur Saxon

saying, "Hey, I am only serious."

Boom. Yeah. Bop!

Hi, this is Melanie on WBW Radio, 98.6 FM Atlanta.

What the hell is going on, Marty?

I've been telling you for three weeks now

that phone link is worthless!

Get it fixed!

Arthur, I've got some bad news.

Robby Moore is dead.

He's been murdered.

So what's the bad news?

Now, your car was seen coming out of the Moores' driveway...

What the hell? just at the time Moore stopped broadcasting.

Oh, really?

Yeah, a witness said it was going so fast,

he couldn't get out of the way; sideswiped his car.

Put a crease in yours on the right front here.

Scared the hell out of him.

I haven't been anywhere in this car since 6:00 a.m.

Still warm.

Anybody could have driven this car.

I keep the keys in the glove compartment.

Oh, what am I, a magician?

I can be in two places at one time?

For the past four hours,

I have been behind the mic,

dazzling hundreds of thousands of listeners.

Ask Marty.

He's my biggest fan.

Has to be. He owns the station.

I had to tell him.

About the relief tape you play

when you eat breakfast.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Saxon.

Sure would appreciate it if you'd come downtown with me.

Yeah...

Oh, it's nice. Yeah, I like that.

Yeah, I like that.

Morning. Morning.

What do you think?

Ben? Nice, huh?

Ben? Huh?

A friend of mine's been arrested.

Oh... Is it, uh, anybody I know?

No. I've been seeing him,

you know, socially, just for a short time.

Well, what was he arrested for?

Murder.

Somebody you've been going out with

was arrested for murder?

Ben, will you just... Did he do it?

Oh, I can't imagine that he did.

He is such a... gentle,

kind, intelligent person.

Well, he sounds like some kind of nice guy.

He is.

He's Arthur Saxon.

From the radio?

Yes! Oh, you'll like him, Ben.

He's, he's smart and he's clever...

He's a genuine, true jackass!

You see, that's just an act for his radio show.

Underneath, he's warm.

He's sensitive.

Really.

That's his job.

Once you get to know him, he's...

I said I'd talk to him.

Yes! Arthur, hi.

Well... Yeah!

I take it you people like each other.

What's not to like? Uh...

Uh, Arthur, this is Ben Matlock.

Ben, this is Arthur Saxon.

Is that it?

Not even "hello"?

I told him you didn't kill Robby Moore.

Yeah, well, she told you right.

I'll go see about the arraignment.

I didn't agree to take the case.

Why the hell not?

My money's as good as anyone else's.

What's the matter with you? Nothing.

I'm fine.

Police found the murder weapon.

They tell you that?

They told me they found a .38 in the trash can

half mile from Robby Moore's house, yeah.

Registered to you.

I collect guns.

It would be very easy for someone to steal

a gun from my house.

You have any idea when that might have happened?

Remember that party a couple weeks ago, 150 people?

It was probably then.

You didn't think much of Robby Moore.

He was slime mold.

But you didn't kill him?

This is personal. Isn't it?

You don't like me.

Not much.

And you hate my radio show.

Yeah... Well, I call a creep a creep

and a jerk a jerk.

I don't suffer fools gladly.

Do you, Mr. Matlock?

I mean, unless it's for money.

Not even for that.

Good to meet you, Mr. Saxon.

Okay, you don't like me. You don't like what I do.

But I say what I think and I believe what I say.

I may be angry, but I'm honest.

That's a very nice speech.

You'd better pray you've got a lot of nice speeches,

'cause the trouble you're in

is very serious.

The charge is first-degree murder.

Ben, please.

Moving toward the recommendation from both sides,

I hereby set bail for Mr. Saxon at $150,000.

Your Honor? Pam, I'm out of here.

- Come back here! - Arthur!

Bailiff! Hold that man! Arthur!

Please!

Man, that judge sure is a hard-boiled old...

Try that one more time

and I'll let you rot in jail.

What's with him?

Ben is your only hope.

All right.

What happens next?

All right, all right, I'm sorry.

Grovel, grovel... I won't do it again.

Okay, we have to figure out who set you up.

Now, this tape you play while you eat breakfast,

it's called a "relief tape"?

Yeah, I tape people who call in after the show's over

and play the tape during my break.

Do all deejays use a relief tape?

I'm a radio personality, Matlock.

My name is Mr. Matlock.

Pardon moi.

Are you the only radio personality

who uses a relief tape?

That I know of, yeah.

And who, besides you, knew about this tape?

Well, there's three people.

They're all friends of mine.

Marty Lynch, he's the station owner,

Diedre Wallace, she's the deejay, used to have the show

that came on after mine,

and Leonard Gilbert, my manager.

And they all hated Robby Moore?

We'll start with them.

I'm ready.

Uh, no, that means

Ben and I will start with them.

You go on home and try to relax.

Have dinner with me?

8:00?

I'll relax.

Well, what next?

What an absolute creep!

Please, Ben, he's not a creep.

It's just that under pressure,

his radio personality slips into real life.

He can't help it.

He's a creep.

What the matter with you?

I've never seen you this crazy over anybody.

He's wrong for you. I know it. I know!

What do you think, you're going to change him?

Well, there's always that chance.

You can't change a rattlesnake

into a pet rock you walk around with in your pocket.

Sooner or later, he's going to bite you.

It's probably sooner than later.

As, uh, most of you know,

I was a disc jockey at WBW when Robby first signed on.

I'll never forget how excited he was

the first time he sat down in front of that mic.

Or how truly grateful he was

for any help that any one of us could ever give him.

Just had to see for myself.

Be just like you to try to pull a fast one on me.

Mr. Lynch? Michelle Thomas.

We had an appointment.

What happened?

Your client happened.

Arthur did this?

Yeah. Well, I told him I was taking his show

off the air until this murder thing blew over,

and he went nuts.

He accused me of being the one who framed him.

Hey, wait a minute.

I-I liked Robby Moore.

I gave him his first big break.

So you didn't mind that he took that job

with a rival station?

Actually, I hated that.

I hear he cost you close to $600,000 in lost advertising.

Yeah, well, I hated that, too.

But I-I didn't kill him.

I was at home, and I was alone!

I've only killed Robby Moore in my dreams.

Arthur didn't believe you.

Benj! Benj!

Benjamin!

Yo... Benj!

Hi. Hi!

Did I wake you?

No. Good!

Good. You know, the other day I noticed

you had a leak in your sink.

About a drop a second.

You know how much water

that amounts to in a day's time?

Enough to keep an entire

Ethiopian family going. Hmm.

7:00 in the morning,

and you've already found a way to give me guilt.

What's that?

I sent away.

$39.50.

It's the Mr. Handy Man.

I'll fix that leak.

Oh, no, that's too much trouble. I'll call a plumber.

Bite your tongue.

20 bucks an hour?

Not while Ace Calhoun is around.

And looky here, every wrench known to man.

Sockets, domestic and metric.

And looky here,

a spark plug wrench for a Ferrari.

You don't own a Ferrari.

We don't know anybody that owns a Ferrari.

Well, it sets an example for the other tools.

Well, you know, I do get restless

in the mornings,

what with Robby Moore gone.

I tried to listen to that other crumb.

You know, the nasty one?

Yeah, Arthur Saxon. Yeah.

Boy, that guy really gets under my skin.

Sometimes, I'd like to punch him right in the kisser.

Mm-hmm.

He's a suspect, you know.

Yeah, I know.

I'm defending him.

Did a tornado come through here?

May I help you, sir?

Yeah. Is Leonard Gilbert here yet?

This way, sir.

Um... Mr. Gilbert?

Ben Matlock.

This is your fault.

If it weren't for you,

that maniac would be in jail where he belongs.

This suit cost 800 bucks.

Grape jelly doesn't come out.

Arthur, uh... Arthur threw

jelly on your suit?

Let me get this straight.

Arthur just walked in here

and started throwing jelly and stuff?

That's not funny!

I'm sorry.

First, he just yelled at me.

Accused me of framing him for Robby Moore's murder.

He didn't get violent until I told him

I was dropping him as a client.

Oh. Oh, why-why was that?

I'm an agent, Mr. Matlock.

If a client goes down, I go down with him.

I need Arthur like I need a hole in the head.

Oh.

WBW just laid him off.

Ten percent of zero is zero.

Oh. So, uh...

you dropped Arthur like Robby Moore dropped you?

He decided that he'd outgrown me.

Accused me of stealing from him.

How? He owed me money.

That ungrateful rat.

I bought him his first suit.

Had his teeth capped.

Paid for his nose job.

Talked Marty Lynch into giving him his first shot.

Hell, I created him!

And he just stabbed you in the back.

Yeah.

Well, he's dead.

I'm not.

Arthur's going to fry.

Things are looking up.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah... Things are looking up.

Yeah.

I enjoyed talking with you.

Yep. Yep. Yeah.

Yeah. Make it quick, okay?

Arthur! Security is on its way!

So just don't do anything you might regret.

You lied to me, Marty, didn't you?!

You said you were home

when Robby was murdered, but you weren't.

Who says I wasn't? Your neighbor.

Mrs. Krueger.

Said she saw you leave your house at 7:30.

Moore was murdered at 7:45.

Oh, come on. What does she know?

The old bat's always half in the bag.

You wasted him, then framed me. Didn't you?

No, Arthur, please! Don't, don't, Arthur!

That's enough, Mr. Saxon!

You are history!

I don't get it, I don't get it, I don't get it!

You're my lawyer; you'd better come up with something fast!

What talent did you rip that off?

Okay, that's it!

That's it.

You'd better listen to me.

You don't have a job.

You don't have a defense.

And in about a minute, you won't have a lawyer.

You can't quit on me now.

I will in a heartbeat.

Go ahead.

I'll survive.

And I'll come out on top.

'Cause I've got talent and I've got guts.

And what more do I need?

I'll tell you.

You need some damn common sense!

You need a jury that wants to find you innocent.

Not one that can't wait to find you guilty.

It's your job to convince the jury.

Yeah it's my job!

You keep committing mayhem, getting arrested,

treating the whole world like everybody's a fool but you,

that jury's gonna find you guilty, condemn you to death,

the state's gonna show you the chair,

the guards are gonna strap you in it,

the chaplain is gonna pray over your stupid head

and I'm gonna pull the switch personally

and applaud. You got that?

Hello, Ben, Arthur.

I got the relief tape from WDW.

You played this relief tape every day?

Right.

But not exactly at the same time.

Well, whenever I got hungry.

Sometimes earlier, sometimes later.

So, there was no way any of our suspects

could've known Arthur was playing the tape.

Unless something on the tape...

tipped one of them off.

But what would we be listening for?

I don't know.

Aren't you gonna stay? No.

You stay.

If you hear anything peculiar let me know.

FEMALE CALLER: What can I do?

Don't forget, sweet cheeks,

a friend in need is a pain in the B-U-T-T.

Do unto others before they do unto you.

Yo! This is Arthur Saxon,

lean, mean and better than you deserve!

WBW Radio, 98.6 FM, Atlanta.

I'll rewind. No.

I, uh, I can't listen anymore.

I'm not hearing anything important

or peculiar.

Maybe you need a break, Arthur.

I'll make some fresh coffee.

No! Throughout the show, I've had a dozen cups already.

I'm not gonna sleep for a month!

Why don't, uh, you and I just sit down over here and talk?

We've been talking for hours.

About the case.

You're on trial for your life, Arthur; the case is important.

Mm-hmm.

Better?

Yeah.

Mm.

Arthur, you can't kiss me here.

All right, I'll kiss you here.

Arthur, no...

You're making me very nervous.

Since when?

The cleaning crew comes on Wednesday night.

What time? 10:00.

Got 23 minutes.

Arthur!

You are hopeless!

What do you mean hopeless?

You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.

A heartbreaker, love them and leave them.

A dangerous man.

And you're my lawyer.

So, I don't want to get you mad.

I'm not mad.

You're not?

I never asked you for a commitment, Arthur.

At least once in every woman's life,

she should kiss a dangerous man.

Maybe you and I should get out of here.

Go somewhere quiet like my place.

Well, Pa, the rooster's crowing and the sun's a-rising.

Where does the time go?

Well, Ma, when we're jawin' with our friends at WCPG,

midnight to 6:00 is just a spit in the wind.

So, tell me nighty-night,

this is Diedre Wallace saying so long, ya'll.

♪ WCPG country pickin' good time ♪

93.4 on your FM dial.

Yeah, that's pretty funny stuff.

I've been here three months, nine days and six hours.

You sound like you don't like it.

I used to be the top DJ at the number one station in Atlanta.

Now, I do commercials for tractors

and give pork belly reports.

What do you think?

Gee, on the air, you sound like you love it.

So, I'm a great actress.

Hell, pays the rent.

Huh. Huh.

Yeah, uh... ooh!

Oh, those were all taken when I was back at WBW.

Out here a celebrity is the county fair winner

of the hog calling contest.

Oh.

Is there a picture of Robby Moore up there?

No, but I don't have one of the Ayatollah up there either.

I don't want to be rude to you, Mr. Matlock,

but I am real beat and I want to get out of here.

I just want to go home and go to bed.

Is that what you do, uh, every day after your show? Go home

and go to bed? Exciting, isn't it?

Yeah, and that day I went home and went to bed,

and I got up around 2:00, put on the television

and heard the news about Robby.

I just marveled to think that

there really is some justice in this world after all.

Paul.

Where's Arthur?

Oh, at home, I hope.

Yeah, that little creep.

Thinks he can come in here

and wreck my office and take a swing at me.

Arthur's pretty hard to take sometimes.

Arthur's pretty hard to take most of the time.

But I think you're gonna want to drop your assault charge.

Ah... no, no, no.

Not on your life!

Don't think you can come in here and lawyer-talk me

out of seeing Arthur in jail, uh-uh.

Well, Mr. Lynch, you lied about being home

the morning Robby Moore was murdered.

What are you saying?

I had a talk with Mr. James T. Crosby.

I believe you know Mr. Crosby.

Yeah, I know him.

So does your sound engineer.

He saw you having breakfast with him

the morning of the murder.

Yeah, well, we were, uh, talking business.

Big business.

I understand James T. is negotiating to buy your station.

Mr. Matlock, please.

If the wrong people find out about this, the...

That business deal can go right down the tubes.

So, that's the secret you were trying to protect

by saying you were at home.

Well, yeah. I mean, wouldn't you?!

This, this deal is worth millions!

Look, you're not gonna tell Arthur about this, are you?

I mean, he's got a mouth bigger than the Mississippi.

He does, doesn't he?

Arthur, I took a course

on positive thinking, and it changed my life.

See, I used to think I was weak and wimpy and...

Yeah, well, you still are, toad-breath.

Take a course in skydiving and call me from the cemetery.

Anything? Not yet.

Don't you keep a record of who calls?

Those yo-yos? Huh.

Wait, remember you told me that when a listener goes on the air,

the station sends an official WBW mug with your picture on it?

Oh, so you do.

You not only have the names of the yoyos

but their addresses.

I'll call the station.

Well, if everybody carried a sawed-off shotgun,

there'd be a lot less crime.

Yeah, and a lot fewer people, too, dork.

Tsk. Well, there...

There are 11 voices on that tape and only ten mugs were sent out.

Why?

Someone could refuse a mug.

One of these 11 people refused a mug.

Which one?

I don't know.

Wait a minute.

Yeah, I think I do know.

It's that old guy that calls

about twice a month, Mr. Paranoid.

Thinks everyone should be armed and shoot to kill.

Ha. Probably lives in a bunker

and doesn't want anyone to know where.

Does he always refuse?

Yeah, well, I guess so.

Well, if everybody carried a sawed-off shotgun,

there'd be a lot less crime.

Yeah, and a lot fewer people, too, dork.

Oh, come on, man, this is a big waste of time.

Wait, wait a minute, wait.

Well, if everybody carried a sawed-off shotgun,

there'd be a lot less crime.

This is the person who killed Robby Moore.

How do you know?

I just know.

I can't prove it yet.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Some deal, huh? Yeah.

Station built him a studio right in his own house.

Must've wanted him pretty badly. Yeah.

Hmm.

Pretty nice-looking fellow, wasn't he?

Mm. You know.

Uh, you used to be a-a disc jockey

at, uh, station WBW

along with Arthur Saxon and Robby Moore, is that right?

Yes, I was.

But you were... let go.

Fired, Mr. Matlock, yes.

Didn't the listeners like your program?

Robby Moore didn't like me.

He was jealous, so he had me fired.

Oh.

But after a while, you found another position

at station WCPG?

Voice of the Boonies, yeah.

Same pay?

Hardly.

Much less.

So much less in fact that the, um, the bank,

uh, repossessed the home you bought.

I lost my home, yes.

Well, with Robby Moore dead

and, uh, Arthur Saxon out of the running,

why, uh, maybe something will come up for you back at WBW.

Objection!

I fail to see the relevancy of any of this.

It goes to motive, Your Honor.

Your Honor, the people have already established motive.

Uh, for my client, yes,

but not for the person who actually killed Robby Moore.

Am I correct in assuming

you know better than to make an allegation without proof?

Uh, yes, ma'am, I'm going for that now.

Proceed.

Thank you.

Uh... Uh, when you were at WBW,

did you ever, uh, send your car out to be washed?

Yes.

How'd you do that?

I would call an attendant,

he'd take the car someplace,

have it washed and bring it back.

Where'd he get the key?

I kept a spare in the glove compartment.

Just like all the other people

who worked at the station?

A lot of people did that, I believe, yes.

A witness testified that she saw Arthur Saxon's car

racing away from Robby Moore's house

right after the murder had been committed.

She didn't see who was driving,

but you knew about the key.

You knew where Arthur parked his car.

So, I submit, it was you

who was driving the car that morning.

I was at home, sleeping.

No, I don't think so.

No, I don't think so.

Well, if everybody carried a sawed-off shotgun,

there'd be a lot less crime.

Know who that was?

I have no idea.

That's one of the voices

on the relief tape we've heard so much about.

The one the prosecution says

that Arthur was playing when he was not on the air.

So?

All right, what about this?

Well, Ma, when we're jawin' with our friends at WCPG,

midnight to 6:00 is just a spit in the wind.

That's me on WCPG.

That's hardly a secret.

No, no, the secret is... that you are also

our shotgun-carrying Mr. Clemens.

That's ridiculous, I am not.

You're a very, very talented woman.

And I have a confession to make.

I'm a fan.

I listen to, on the radio,

classical music or country and western.

I'll go from Mozart and Brahms

right to Eddy Arnold, and I listen to you.

You're very talented.

You do all those voices.

You do them so well, no one would ever know

that you are not all those people except for one thing.

Where are you from originally?

Arkansas.

That's it.

That's it.

Listening to you all this time,

and I just now figured it out.

It's the "R" sound.

People from Arkansas often add a little

"R" sound to their words.

"Arkansawr."

"Sawred-off shotgun."

It's a beautiful accent, but it's unmistakable.

And there your voice is,

on Arthur's relief tape.

Why would I call Arthur's show, hmm?

Well, you called him late Monday,

knowing it would be taped and played on Tuesday morning.

So, on Tuesday morning, you got in Arthur's car,

drove over to Robby Moore's house,

turned on the radio and waited till you heard your voice,

knowing that Arthur would not be on the air live

and therefore would not have an alibi.

And you went in the house

with the gun you had taken from Arthur's party,

and shot your old nemesis to death.

All right, yes, I called Arthur's show.

I did it as a joke to see if I could fool him,

which I did,

but that hardly means that I killed Robby Moore.

Just one more thing, one more thing.

I understand that you're a big fan of John Lennon.

Yes, I am.

Did you ever meet him personally?

Once.

Where was that?

He was on a promotional tour of Atlanta,

and he stopped by some of the major radio stations.

Ah.

Autograph that was on a picture.

"To all my friends at WBW, now and forever, John."

That's a valuable photograph.

Mr. Lynch told me that he more or less gave you that picture.

Put on your wall behind your desk.

Since you were such a big fan,

he figured you'd take the best care of it,

but when you were fired, gone, the picture stayed.

I guess Robby Moore thought

it would look good on his wall, too.

Whatever Robby wanted, Robby got.

Hmm.

Maybe you can explain something.

Um, this, uh...

This is a publicity still that Robby Moore sent out.

See, that's Robby there in his studio,

and those are the pictures on the wall.

You see the picture there?

Of John Lennon?

Yeah, now...

this is the photograph the police took after the murder.

There's Robby... poor Robby...

And the pictures.

Picture of John Lennon's gone.

And here's why.

It's here in my hand.

The police retrieved it

from the wall behind your desk this morning.

You wanted this picture so badly

that you took it after you shot him.

You figured the people at that little station

would never notice.

And you were right, they didn't.

I don't know much about rock and roll music and don't care,

but I know that John Lennon was a famous man.

And I noticed.

We find the defendant not guilty.

A not guilty verdict is entered in the record.

Court is adjourned.

So, I guess nice guys don't always finish last, huh?

Mr. Saxon, with any luck,

I'll never see you again.

You still at it?

Oh, the faucet's fixed.

I found some ham and cheese in your ice box,

and I thought I'd better finish it before it goes bad.

Oh, good.

How's Arthur Saxon?

Oh, disgusting.

Did you say you finished the sink?

Yeah, let's give her a whirl!

Okay.

All right, now.

When I turn the water on down here,

you turn it on up there, okay?

Okay!

In five, four, three, two, one!