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Mr. Barnett, you stated that you left work

at the Bedford Country Club after 1:00 a.m.

Did you see anything in the country club parking lot?

Well, as I was walking to my car,

I saw Mr. Walsh's car.

It looked like there was some difficulty,

so I went over.

He was lying on the ground, bleeding from his head.

He needed help.

I knew there was a phone at the guard gate.

But then I spotted another car

and it looked like there was someone inside,

so I ran to it.

It was Drew Carey.

Drew Carey the defendant?

Yes. He seemed to be passed out.

And there was a lug wrench in his lap.

It was covered with blood.

Mr. Walsh and Mr. Carey had argued violently earlier,

but I never thought Mr. Carey would murder him.

Objection.

This witness's thoughts

are irrelevant, unfounded and conjecture.

I didn't kill Uncle Edwin!

Mr. Carey. Sit down, Drew.

I didn't kill him, but I know who did.

If someone would put up my bail, I...

Mr. Matlock, control your client.

Yes, ma'am.

I swear to you, I'll tape your mouth shut.

Sorry, Your Honor.

This fight you mentioned,

Mr. Barnett, did you actually see it

or did you just hear about it?

Happened right in front of me.

Mr. Walsh, Drew's uncle,

was sitting at the bar with Mr. Horton.

He's the chief executive officer of Horton Aviation

where Mr. Walsh worked.

Ed, please.

Ah, thank you.

We've had this conversation before.

I don't want to have it again.

But this is trouble, Jonathan, big trouble.

For you, for me, for the company.

Edwin, you worry too much.

I'd like to go home now. I'm exhausted.

Well go ahead. I can't go just now.

You're not coming?

I'm auditing the club books.

I'll be home after 1:00.

I won't wait up.

Oh, hey, hey, Valerie.

Where's your fiancée?

Out looking for a rich husband.

Aw, she broke your engagement?

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, right?

Hey, Martin.

Double tequila straight up.

How you doing, Uncle Edwin?

I've been looking for you.

Don't serve him, Martin.

Don't serve me?

It's time you stopped feeling so sorry for yourself.

Uncle Edwin, I don't want a pep talk.

I just lost Caroline, my money...

Nobody stole the money from you.

You blew it.

$2 million, your entire inheritance

on some fly-by-night software company.

I-I don't need a lecture.

I need a loan.

I've offered you a job, Drew.

A lousy entry-level job at a lousy salary.

I started that way.

So did your father.

Look, you can loan me the money.

You know you can.

I won't do it.

Don't ask me again.

If I had half, you know, maybe Caroline...

She's a cash register. Good riddance.

Good riddance?!

You're making a fool of yourself.

You're a big man, Uncle Edwin.

But just wait.

Everybody falls.

I did, and you will, too!

Then Drew stormed out.

So Mr. Carey threatened his uncle?

Your Honor, that doesn't sound like a threat to me.

I just told him off! I was upset!

Mr. Carey, you are out of order. - I never said...

Drew, sit down!

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I didn't kill him!

Your Honor, may I have a moment with my client?

- Explain gag.

Explain restraint.

This court is in recess for 15 minutes.

What the hell's the matter with you?!

They're burying me and you're just sitting there!

How many times have you ever been in a courtroom?

Twice.

Twice.

I've spent more years in a courtroom

than you've been alive.

I've listened in courtrooms, I've spoken in courtrooms,

I've won in courtrooms.

But there's one thing I've never done in a courtroom,

and that's just sit there.

Okay.

Hey, but we both know Valerie killed Uncle Edwin.

She'll be on the stand next.

Yeah, but she'll lie. We'll see.

But... No buts,

no ifs, no ands, no maybes. You got that?

You were a nice kid.

Good-natured, responsible.

How did you turn out to be such a jerk?

Drew did nothing but argue with Edwin.

So the argument they had that night at the club

wasn't their first?

No.

Drew wanted a loan.

He wanted one for a long time.

Edwin refused, of course,

and then Drew gave him no peace.

He followed him everywhere.

He confronted him.

He blamed him. Don't even think about it.

For what, I don't know.

Were these arguments ever violent?

They came close.

Edwin was losing patience.

He referred to their confrontations

as "Drew's temper tantrums."

That's a lie! Hey.

Whatever our differences,

he respected me.

He offered me a job that night.

You think I'd kill somebody that offered me a job?

Young man, sit down.

I can't take this anymore.

No, I can't handle this.

Bailiff, stop him.

You got to go back to your seat.

Hey, hey, come back here!

Looks as though we will be adding

escape and battery on a peace officer

to the charges against your client, Mr. Matlock.

This court is now in recess.

You go that way.

Hey, stop! Carey!

Carey, stop! Stop!

Hey, sorry, it won't start.

You couldn't call?

Les, I've had a very difficult day.

You could have called.

Les, I said you could eat here

while they're working on your kitchen.

Nobody said anything about cooking for me.

You could have called.

It's, it's not like we're married or anything.

We're not even going together.

Heaven forbid.

But you could have called.

Les, I've had a very difficult day.

Yeah, I know, I heard about it on the radio.

Desperate criminal escapes courthouse.

Boy, you pick some real winners, don't you?

He didn't do it.

Of course he did.

No, he didn't.

Then why else would he run away?

Because he doesn't have the sense God gave a goldfish.

Oh, dumb, too, huh?

Les, if your mother left you $2 million,

would you grow up to be a jerk?

She did, and I'm a lovely person.

What is this?

Ham hocks and beans.

Where'd you get the ham hocks?

What do you mean, where'd I get the ham hocks?

Out of your refrigerator.

There were no ham hocks in the refrigerator.

Well... I guess I'll go see if I can find him.

Where're you going?

See if I can find him. I...

Oh, aren't you gonna eat first?

I don't want any.

You don't want any?!

I've been cooking all day!

You can at least try a bite or two.

You're hot stuff, you know that?

I mean, I've been cooking all day!

I missed Oprah, Phil Donahue, Joan Rivers and Dr. Ruth.

I don't know what's going on!

Hey, you could've called!

You killed him, Valerie.

Get out of my house.

Not until you tell me you killed him.

I didn't kill Edwin; he was my husband.

What about the Riverview Motel?

I don't know what you're talking about.

And that guy you were with... Aunt Val.

Does he know how much

you loved Uncle Edwin?

I saw you with him.

In a restaurant.

I followed you, Aunt Val.

You little creep.

Uncle Edwin found out about your affair, didn't he?

And then he threatened to divorce you.

You don't want that.

Your boyfriend, he's got muscles but he hasn't got dough.

I didn't kill Edwin. Now leave!

You didn't go home the night Uncle Edwin was murdered.

You waited outside the club

and hit him on the head with his own wrench!

No!

All right, I didn't come home.

I was at the Riverview Motel.

Hello? Anybody home?

In here!

Oh, it figures.

Let go of her.

This is Valerie Walsh at 1245 Sky Way.

Please send the police immediate...

Drew!

Give her back her keys and sit down and wait for the police.

What are you, nuts?

Hey!

Hey!

Drew!

You see where he was headed?

No.

Any idea where he was headed?

Uh, no.

O-Officer, I'm his lawyer.

Mr. Matlock, are you gonna stick to

this client-lawyer privileged information business?

This man could be a murderer.

Oh, I don't think so.

He-he's pretty much of a jackass,

but I don't think he'd kill anybody.

Thanks for your help. Yeah, right.

Uh, Mrs. Walsh...

I have a lover; his name is Mark Tannen.

At the time of the murder, we were at the Riverview Motel.

Boy, you come right out with it, don't you?

Uh, wh-why didn't, uh, you mention your lover

the first time we met?

My affair has nothing to do with Edwin's murder.

Mark is a good man and he loves me and I love him.

Uh, is... got a phone number on-on hand?

555-9737.

But he's out of town.

Uh, uh, uh... seven.

Uh, did, uh, did-did Mr. Horton

and your husband, uh, get along?

I mean, were they, were they friends, business friends?

They argued.

They did?

Constantly.

Here, at the club...

Club? That night?

About what?

Well, I couldn't really

hear them, but I know they were definitely arguing.

And here?

Behind closed doors.

Probably something having to do with Horton Aviation.

Edwin was president and Jonathan was CEO.

Edwin kept his business from me.

Of course, you kept certain things from him.

That's not funny.

Um, wh-why didn't you mention

th-their arguments before?

I thought that Drew had killed him.

Oh, you thought Drew...

Mm.

And, uh, nobody had accused you.

That, too.

Good-bye, Mr. Matlock.

Oh, uh...

We're tied four to four in the seventh inning.

We have runners at first and second with only one out.

And Al Warner with that 95 mile-an-hour fastball of his

is challenging McCord.

Excuse me.

35 for a double, 40 for cable.

List of movies is over there.

Yeah, well...

uh, what I really want

is a list of people that stayed here

on the night of September 12.

You got to be a cop and you got to have a warrant.

Oh.

Oh, darn, you know,

all I've got is one of these.

Actually, I've got two.

Hey, rather than ruin it,

why don't I just take the whole thing.

Okay.

Mr. Matlock, if I don't get to the airport in 15 minutes,

I'm gonna miss my plane for Washington,

and that means I'll miss my appointment at the Pentagon.

Uh, what,

what were you and Edwin Walsh arguing about that night?

Who said we were arguing?

Valerie Walsh.

What the hell does she know?

No, Edwin and I were just talking.

About what?

Can't say.

Why not?

We work with the Defense Department.

Oh, classified.

That's right, that's right.

Does that answer your question, Mr. Matlock?

Oh, of course, of course.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to make a phone call. Yes, sir.

Mr. Walsh's office is-is on this floor?

Two doors down to the right.

Oh, thank you.

Well, where'd everything go?

Storage mostly.

They cleaned this room out the day after the murder.

Not that there was ever much in here to begin with.

Mr. Walsh didn't believe in frills.

He spent company money like it came out of his own pocket.

Well, is it standard procedure around here

to put a person's stuff in storage

before his body even gets cold?

All I know is, Mr. Horton gave the order.

And when he says "jump," we don't ask why, we just...

Say, "How high?"

Yep. Oh, yeah.

Mark, it's ready.

All right.

Mark Tannen, right?

Drew Carey.

Valerie's nephew.

I don't know any Valerie.

And get off my truck.

Hey, look, look!

Buddy, I know all about you and Aunt Val,

so you can cooperate or the police will know, too.

What do you want?

Where were you the night her husband was murdered?

I was with her.

Yeah, uh, where?

Riverview Motel.

Oh, then how come your name wasn't in the motel registry?

Says who?

Well, I have it right here.

And you know damn well your name isn't in it.

Now, come on, Mark.

Did she murder Edwin or did you?

Ow!

Who are you?

Where'd you come from?

You're the killer!

Uh, Ben's not here!

I'll wait.

Uh, he-he went to Buffalo to a lawyers convention.

He won't be back for weeks.

Uh, this is not a good hideout.

Yeah, uh, policemen are in and out of here

all the time, you know.

Policemen just love Ben.

And Ben's friends.

Th-They drop in every ten seconds or so

to see me and just to see how I'm doing.

One's due here any second now.

Would you just stop talking for a minute there, fella?

Ben!

Ixnay, the killernay.

What?

Oh, hi, Ben. Look...

Call the police!

You can't do that!

Don't-don't give me

that-that lawyer-client

relationship garbage! I'm off the case!

Give me the keys. You can't!

Mark Tannen's the killer. I saw him today. No, no.

He lied to me. I'm going back there tomorrow.

Give me the keys to the car.

I have to find out who killed Uncle Edwin!

No! Give me the keys!

You've made me look like the worst kind of stupid lawyer

who can't even control his own client.

You're spoiled, you're arrogant, you're stupid.

Give me the keys!

Ben, let me explain...

Shut up and sit down!

Now, listen, Ben...

Ben said sit down!

You're wearing my best suit!

Well, your friend

threw flour on mine, and this is all I could find.

Be careful with it.

I see you cleaned up the kitchen.

Yeah, I-I can't eat breakfast in the middle of a mess.

You didn't get anything on...

No, no, no, no.

Here, know what, just sit down and-and eat, okay?

Eat.

Oh! Yeah.

Breakfast.

Oh, boy!

I love... breakfast.

Yeah. Mmm! Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!

Mmm...

A little something to get you started with. Yeah.

Mmm...

Yeah.

I'm glad you got done before Les gets over here.

Who is he? Neighbor.

Retired, plastics.

When something breaks down in his house,

he hangs around over here.

Weird dude.

Yeah.

'Course I'm a little weird myself, too, sometimes,

so we make a pretty good team.

Drew...

I've been thinking about you.

You've been unhappy for a long time, haven't you?

I... I can understand now.

I mean, you're...

wanted for murder,

and your mother left you $2 million,

and you blew that.

And in one roll of the dice... Gone.

Somewhere up there, uh...

my father's laughing at me, saying, "Drew, you're no good.

Never were."

Well, your father was a hard man.

Hard on himself, hard on your mother.

He... he tolerated me 'cause I was his lawyer.

He was real hard on you.

My father didn't like me.

Well, your father didn't like anybody.

But you were his son, so...

Well, I... I liked you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, you were... you were a good kid.

You got good marks in school,

and you had a nice personality

and I... I just liked you.

I'll go see who it is.

Stay right here.

Stay out of sight.

Why, Mr. Horton, what a surprise.

Well, my plane just got in from Washington,

and, uh, I took the liberty of dropping by.

Hope you don't mind.

How come?

Well, I was under the gun yesterday,

and I was rather short with you; that was rude of me and I...

I want to apologize.

Oh, there's no apologies necessary.

Classified information is classified information.

Well, it's no longer classified.

You see, Horton Aviation

is building a new military supply transport.

And it's going to be unveiled in about two weeks,

so it's no longer top secret.

And now you know the... the subject

of my discussion with Edwin.

Oh, that's what you and Edwin were arguing about...

The military supply transport. All right.

Argument is, well...

rather a strong word.

We were discussing design details.

You know, the cant of the wing, sectors of the hull.

There are thousands of those details.

It's all very complicated,

but you get the idea?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. And it was, it was nice of you to-to stop by.

Oh, look at that car.

Now, that's some car!

Well...

Does the leather still have that leather smell?

Mmm! Well, some of these days.

Uh, Edwin drove a car a lot like this, didn't he?

Exactly the same. Oh.

All of my executives drive them.

We get the fleet price. Oh.

Oh. You get many flats?

Never.

Never had one.

Well, I guess Edwin was just unlucky

all the way around that night.

If he had called someone to change that flat,

he'd probably be alive today.

But that's Edwin.

Counting pennies till the end.

Getting along without him

is going to be just about impossible. Well...

thanks. See you someday.

Okay.

Mmm...

Well, take care.

Drew, I told you to stay put.

What if he had seen you?

I'd have taken off.

Sooner or later, you're going to have

to give yourself up to the cops.

You keep taking off, you're going to wind up dead.

Yeah. I got to get back to that construction site.

No, no, no, no.

I'll go see what I can unravel.

Oh, but if you just let me help...

No! We're both in over our heads already.

Here. Put this on.

Oh, but I can't...

Take off my good suit, put that on, and stay here.

Ben, I couldn't sleep last night,

thinking of you alone here with that killer.

You're wearing Ben's best suit.

You got a car?

Sure. It's parked in my driveway.

Hey, Ben. Uh...

Looking for your client?

I don't know, Bob. Want one?

He actually decked the bailiff, huh?

That's the rumor.

Any clues on him?

Nah, not a peep.

I'll bet you could give us a hand.

Yeah. He's out at my house.

Why don't you take a look?

So, what is it with you and this kid, huh, Ben?

Why don't you drop him?

Can't do that.

I'm sure the court will let you withdraw.

Well, more than that.

I know that when you look at Drew Carey,

you're looking at a jerk.

Well, you are, too.

Well, yeah.

But I knew him when he was a little kid.

You know? He used to deliver papers and work.

He was a nice, honorable little fella.

I know what happened to him.

I know what happened to him,

and I... I guess that's the difference.

And, uh, besides that,

I don't think he did it.

It's a good case.

Yours? No. I don't think so.

Um, I got to go in and see Judge Cooksey.

He gets mad when anybody comes in his office eating,

so...

Uh, Ben, you hear from that boy, you let us know.

Not a chance!

Look, Mr. Matlock,

I registered under a false name.

That's why it's not there.

What name did you use?

You weren't at the motel, were you?

Why would I lie?

Well, that's for you to tell me.

Or the police.

And, uh, if I were you,

I'd tell me because

the police a lot of times don't believe ex-cons.

Do you know?

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

I was at a racetrack outside of Butler Township in Alabama.

By yourself?

A bunch of guys.

Just so you know, Valerie told me to lie.

Valerie told you to say you were at that motel?

She called me yesterday after that run-in

with you and her nephew.

She doesn't know where I was that night.

You see, we, um...

had some girls with us.

Mostly for luck. Mr. Matlock?

That night was the only time I ever broke parole.

Are you going to say anything?

Not unless I have to.

Thanks.

Thanks.

You know what this means now, don't you?

Hey, what the hell?!

Damn it, Drew.

Now you've stolen Les's car.

Somebody get him!

I'm tired of dealing with you!

Hello?

Ms. Walsh? Uh, this is Ben Matlock,

Drew Carey's lawyer.

Yes?

I-I only have a minute to talk to you.

Uh, Drew didn't kill your husband.

I-I-I don't, I don't know who did,

but I think we can end

one of our more immediate problems.

Uh, Drew is on his way over to see you.

He is? I'm calling the police.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that's right. Call the cops.

Valerie, open up!

Valerie.

Valerie, open up!

Valerie!

Valerie, open the door!

Valerie!

Valerie, open up!

What do you want?

Mark Tannen just blew your alibi.

He wasn't with you that night at the motel.

He was at the racetrack.

Yeah.

A bunch of guys and women can vouch for him.

What?

You killed Uncle Edwin, didn't you?

No, I was covering for Mark.

I thought Mark had killed him.

You killed Uncle Edwin!

I was at Harry's Bar from 10:00 till 1:00.

Check with the bartender.

Do you have to do that at the dinner table?

You don't have to look.

Well, you got the picture of the dead body right on the bread.

Well, there.

When's the trial?

Starts tomorrow.

You must have some idea by now who the real killer is.

Well...

It's not Valerie.

It's not her boyfriend.

How do you know? Their alibis.

It's not Drew.

Oh, sure.

It's not cute, little, sweet, little Drew.

Well, it's not.

He stole my car.

Stealing a car is

a lot different from murder.

Well, then who's left?

Jonathan Horton.

Who's he?

He's the victim's boss.

It's him. It's got to be him.

Is it just because you don't like him

or do you have proof?

I don't like him.

I don't have any proof.

Oh.

Hmm.

Hmm...

Seems like the wheel of a nice car.

It is the wheel of a nice car.

All the executives in that company drive cars like that.

Oh, nice company. Yeah.

They buy a lot of the same model of the same car,

and then they get a big break on the price.

You know what?

What?

Mr. Walsh's car...

is not like Mr. Horton's car.

Really?

Yeah.

Excuse me. I got to make a phone call.

Thanks for dinner.

Great lamb. Excuse me.

If was beef stroganoff.

Hmm...

Mr. Horton,

how would you characterize the decedent?

Was-was he dependable, hardworking?

He was an asset to Horton Aviation.

Extremely competent.

Loyal, fair.

Honest? To a fault.

Did you ever argue with him?

Well, we-we had some pretty good discussions, but...

And very loudly, perhaps,

but I wouldn't say that we... we argued.

So you had, you had discussions?

Discussions about the military supply transport

that you'd just built?

Yes.

And the prototype alone cost the government

nearly $1 billion, didn't it?

Yes.

Yeah, hmm, phew!

Hmm. What's it called?

The Horton MST.

It's a very complex machine.

Horton MST.

Is it expensive because it's complex,

or because you padded expenditures?

Like-like say for instance,

$50 instead of 50 cents for a bolt?

That's a serious charge, Mr. Matlock...

And false.

You ordered Mr. Walsh's files sealed

less than 24 hours after his death. Why?

For security reasons. Or was it because

he discovered that the budget for the transport

had been padded?

No. Absolutely not.

I think he had, and was collecting proof.

Mr. Walsh was a very honest man.

And he would sooner see Horton Aviation

go down the tubes than cheat the government.

And that is why you were arguing with him

and why you took his files

and why you killed him, isn't it?

This is outrageous, insulting and false!

Lawyers, including you, Mr. Matlock,

can be sued for defamation.

The truth is not defamation.

And the truth is, as soon as the General Accounting Office

goes over your budget,

they will find that you defrauded the government

to the tune of $11 million to $12 million, won't they?

Your Honor, this line of questioning

has nothing to do with this case.

Goes to motive, Your Honor.

Overruled.

Thank you.

Mr. Horton, uh, all the executives in your company

drive the same make and model of car, don't they?

Yes. And you drove

such a car to court today, didn't you?

Yes.

Ha. Your car.

Let's see, let's see, let's see, let's see...

Yeah, the license plate number is KFP848?

And you parked in the pay parking lot space 93?

I believe so. Mm-hmm.

Would you mind if I borrowed your keys for a few minutes?

What for?

With the court's permission...

Your car will prove who the killer of Edwin Walsh is.

Thank you. Yeah.

You mind if the bailiff takes a little spin?

Okay, George, back 'er right up.

Back 'er right up,

right up the side of Mr. Walsh's car.

Okay, here, bring 'er to me.

Bring 'er to me, bring 'er to me.

Hold!

Put 'er right there.

Good, George. Good, George.

All set, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I'd like to repeat the objection

I raised in chambers regarding Mr. Matlock's

dog and pony show.

So noted,

but for the moment, overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Matlock.

Now, you've already given us your version

of what happened the night that Mr. Walsh was murdered,

but that's not really what happened, is it?

Of course it's what happened.

Oh, no, no, no.

You left the club, oh, about an hour after my client.

Good night.

On your way across the parking lot,

you passed Edwin Walsh's car.

It was empty because he was still inside the club

auditing the books.

Then you saw Drew's car,

and inside, you saw Drew passed out in the front seat.

Dead to the world.

And that's when it hit you.

A way of keeping Edwin Walsh

from ever blowing the whistle on you.

First thing you did was give Edwin Walsh's car a flat tire.

Then you got in your car and left,

making sure you said good night to the security guard

so that he could later testify

that you went home before the murder.

But you didn't go home.

You parked your car on the road

by the golf course.

Got out, opened your trunk, took out the lug wrench,

walked back to the parking lot

and waited in the shadows for Mr. Walsh to come out.

Mr. Walsh saw the flat tire

and started to change it himself

just like you knew he would.

That's when you hit him over the head

with the lug wrench from your car.

A blow that killed him.

You then removed the lug wrench from Mr. Walsh's car,

so two wrenches wouldn't be found

at the scene of the crime.

Then you placed the bloodstained murder weapon

in Drew's lap.

Made your way back to your car and drove away.

How'd I do, Mr. Horton?

Not a single word of that is true.

Then prove me wrong.

This lug wrench was found in my client's hand.

Take it...

And remove the lug nut from the front wheel

of Mr. Walsh's car.

Go ahead, go ahead.

That wrench doesn't seem to want go on that nut, does it?

Well, it's probably just me.

To be honest, I've never done this before.

Oh, oh, oh.

Well, just-just for kicks,

how about trying it on the front wheel of your car.

Just to see.

There. Just to see.

How about that?

How about that? Perfect fit.

See, you assumed

because the cars are the same model,

the wrenches would be the same...

Interchangeable.

But they're not.

Because Mr. Walsh didn't like frills.

He took the wheels that came from the factory.

But you love frills.

You got all the frills you could lay your hands on.

Deluxe stereo, tape deck,

special seats, remote controlled alarm system.

Even fancy wheel covers.

See, this murder weapon fits the wheels on your car,

because this murder weapon came out of your trunk.

Didn't it?

We the jury find the defendant not guilty.

Thanks. There you go.

Order, order.

As for you, Mr. Carey,

you have disrupted this court, assaulted my bailiff

and escaped from custody.

Now while these crimes carry jail sentences

of many long years,

in light of the time you have spent in custody,

awaiting trial on this matter,

and the extreme emotional tension you were under,

I am recommending that you be sentenced

to lengthy community service.

This court is adjourned.

Mmm.

Nice bouquet.

$2.75.

A bottle?

$2.75.

No kidding?

We got to keep this to ourselves.

Well, l'chaim.

Salud.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Well, you were right... Drew didn't do it.

Well, I told you.

I know, but I thought right to the last...

You told him you never had a more contrary, cantankerous,

childish client, didn't you?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you got that right. Yeah.

You told him to shape up?

Oh, yeah, and quit trying that get-rich-quick stuff.

Yeah, and settle down.

Oh, yeah, and be the reasonable person

that his mother raised him to be.

Well, that's the way my mother raised me.

If she said it once, she said it a million times:

"Lester, I want you to be a reasonable man.

"Be strong, be firm, be tough,

"but above all...

Be reasonable. be reasonable." Yeah.