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Break.

Ten, hut.

Okay, that's it for today. Come on in, guys. Good work.

Good job. Hey, Reed. Reed.

Hold up.

You gotta hit lower.

- That's why you missed tackles. - Yeah.

You're standing straight up and down.

- Got it. - It's a whole lot easier

to drive them down with your legs than it is to muscle them down.

Look, I missed two tackles. Lighten up.

Just trying to make you a better player, Reed.

Daniel Wallace? WALLACE: Yeah?

I'm Lieutenant Andrews, Atlanta P.D.

I'd like for you to come with us.

What for?

You come with us and I'll tell you.

Why don't you just tell me right now?

All right. You're under arrest.

Accepting a bribe to influence the outcome of an athletic contest.

Four counts.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Well, is this the ugliest room you've ever seen?

I must have been in here a thousand times

and I've never figured out how to decorate it.

Well, it's not my jail.

- So, what's up? - I didn't do it.

Daniel, the police have a bookie ready to testify

that he paid you $40,000 to fix four football games for him.

- He's lying. - Daniel, where'd the $40,000

police found in the tackle box in the trunk of your car come from?

I don't know. Somebody must have put it there.

Daniel, if you weren't with that bookie when he said you were,

where were you?

I was out by myself jogging.

Ben, you've got to believe me. I'm being framed.

Daniel, I believed you five years ago

when you were playing for the Falcons.

I believed you when you said you weren't gambling on football.

I believed you when you swore you had nothing to do with the mob.

Remember that?

- Yes. - I believed everything you said.

And then two days into the trial,

the state comes up with a picture of you and that man.

What's his name, that mob boss?

- Joe Thompson. - Yeah.

And you and Joe Thompson confessed to everything.

Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me.

Ben, I've turned my whole life around.

I've stopped gambling.

- I'm even studying for the ministry. - Oh, come on.

Three Angels Church is considering me for their pulpit right now.

Being kicked out of pro ball was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Daniel.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm sorry.

I told you not to get your hopes up, honey.

Ben, could you at least give us some advice?

A friend recommended two other attorneys:

Ross Marlow and Brian Lane. Who do you think will be better?

Well, Atlanta's a pretty big place.

But from all I've heard, Brian Lane's as fine a lawyer as there is in town.

Then Brian Lane it is.

Please tell the court

where and when you had your first contact with the defendant.

Sure.

We met at 6:30 p.m. in an empty parking lot,

6th and Potter, September 17th.

It was just before the first home game of the Cutters.

The Cutters.

That's the football team Daniel Wallace coached.

Yeah.

Yeah, the South Coast University Cutters.

What was the gist of your conversation?

Well, I asked him if he'd be interested in making some money,

manipulating the outcome of some of the games the Cutters played.

You asked him to fix football games for you?

- Yeah. - What'd he say?

He said, "Yeah. Great."

And after that, you paid Daniel Wallace to make sure the Cutters would lose.

No, no, no.

I paid him to make sure

that the Cutters wouldn't cover the spread

in games that they were favored to win.

So, what you were asking Mr. Wallace to do

wasn't to deliberately lose a game the Cutters were favored to win,

but just to manipulate the final score, so it wouldn't cover the spread?

Yeah. You got it.

That way, I could go to another bookie.

I could bet against the spread. I'd know I was gonna win. Ha, ha.

Yeah, a little more subtle that way.

And you paid Mr. Wallace for what he did?

Yeah, 40,000 bucks.

Four games, 10 grand a pop.

I mean, that was our agreement.

Was, uh...?

Was the defendant always able to deliver what he promised?

Well, he said that he knew his guys so well,

that by sending them into the game and out of the game,

and by picking just the right play at just the right time,

well, he had all of that down to a science.

What, in fact, was the outcome of the four games?

Well, they won all four.

I mean, in three of them, they didn't cover the spread.

Just like he said.

- Thank you, Mr. Ingle. - Mm-hm.

Mr. Lane, you may cross.

What you did is illegal, is it not, Mr. Ingle?

Yeah.

Then why is it that my client is on trial and you are not?

Well, I, ahem... Yeah, well, I, uh...

I was told that, uh, if I testified,

I'd be granted immunity from prosecution.

In other words, it was either sit up there,

or sit down here, right, Mr. Ingle?

- Well... LANE: You're not testifying.

You're saving your own skin, aren't you, Mr. Ingle?

No, no, no.

I'm telling you the truth.

Nothing further.

Did Coach Wallace do anything that you, as a member of his football team,

thought was unusual or ill-advised during that first home game?

Yeah. D.A.: Tell us about it.

Like in the third quarter, it was fourth down with a half yard to go under 28,

and instead of kicking the field goal, he had us go for it.

- And what happened? - We didn't make it.

Turned the ball over, and three plays later, they end up scoring.

Did anything like that ever happen during any of the other games?

All the time. Like he'd take out a good player

at a crucial moment and send in a second stringer,

or he'd call a running play

when it was obvious we should be passing.

- Stuff like that. - As a seasoned football player,

did you ever get the feeling Coach Wallace was deliberately trying

to adjust the score by doing things that were unorthodox?

I don't know what he was trying to do.

It did seem to me, though,

that he was letting scoring situations slip through our hands.

- Thank you. JUDGE: Mr. Lane, you may cross.

Do you know what a Monday morning quarterback is?

- Yeah. - Well, for those who don't,

that's somebody who sits around after a football game is all over and says:

"This is what the quarterback should have done, isn't it?"

Kind of like what you're doing right now.

I was there. I saw what was going on.

That makes you an armchair quarterback then.

That's somebody who sits back and second-guesses the quarterback.

Hey, I know my stuff. Like he said, I'm a seasoned ballplayer.

Yes, but you are not the coach.

If you were,

you might have done things exactly the same way Daniel Wallace did.

Experimented,

kept the opposition guessing by doing the unexpected,

given new players a chance to prove themselves,

given the more valuable players a chance to rest.

- Isn't that right? - I don't think so.

You don't like Coach Wallace very much, do you?

Now, watch yourself, Reed. You're under oath.

And you got a lot of teammates sitting right out there.

I don't like him much, no.

Thank you.

- Have you reached a verdict? - We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant guilty.

Ms. Wallace, thanks for waiting. Took me longer to get away than I thought.

Why couldn't I have met you at Brian's office?

Because Brian is what I wanted to talk with you about.

- This is very difficult for me. - What?

While helping Brian prepare your husband's defense,

I overheard a conversation between Brian

and a man who said he had information

that could help prove Max Ingle, the bookie, was lying.

And Brian just sent him on his way and never followed up on it.

- Why not? - I don't know.

At the time, I figured Brian had his reasons and let it go.

But when your husband was convicted, I did some checking.

The guy's legit. Brian blew it.

And you're willing to help me prove it?

I believe Brian mismanaged your husband's case.

So there's a chance that Daniel's case could be reopened

- and the verdict overturned? - Yeah.

I mean, I'm as loyal as the next person, Mrs. Wallace,

but an innocent man shouldn't go to jail.

Well, ahem, so you're...

You're suing Brian Lane for malpractice?

The way he handled Daniel's defense

is why the judge overturned the verdict.

I want you to represent me.

I don't do malpractice cases.

But you could, if you wanted, couldn't you?

Well, yeah, but I really hate suing a colleague.

Your colleague is at best irresponsible,

at worst, criminally negligent.

Now, those aren't my words, Ben. That's what the judge said.

There's the transcript. Read it for yourself.

Brian Lane deserves to fry.

If you'd taken Daniel's case in the first place,

none of this would have ever happened.

You were the one that suggested that I go with Brian.

You owe me, Ben.

Ben Matlock.

Of all the lawyers in this town,

I wind up getting sued by Ben Matlock.

How could you let that happen?

I tried to talk Daniel out of it.

But I was afraid if I tried too hard, he may get suspicious.

I should've let Natalie go. None of this would've happened

if she'd kept her mouth shut about what she heard that day.

Well, we'll just have to make the best of it.

We'll get through this all right.

Oh, it's all this pressure.

You perform very well under pressure.

I gotta get going. It's Wednesday.

- Wednesday? - Choir practice.

He'll be home early.

Sometimes I think I know Daniel's schedule better than he does.

Mr. Linder, why did you contact Brian Lane?

Oh, I knew Max Ingle was lying

about being with Wallace on that day.

I thought it was my civic duty to tell somebody.

Well, what'd you tell him?

Oh, I told him Max and I were out at Sunnyside Downs

on September the 17th.

Went out about 5 p.m.

and stayed till a little after 11 that night.

Sunnyside Down, that's a racetrack.

Yup.

And you and Mr. Ingle were gambling?

Yeah, that's right.

Do you have proof that you and Max Ingle were there?

Yeah, that's the reason I remembered in the first place.

Max hit the trifecta that day.

- Trifecta. - Yeah.

Trifecta, see, is when you bet the horses

to come in first, second and third in that order in a race.

Paid over 2 grand.

I guess the track would keep a record on that.

Heh. You bet. Yeah.

They make you fill out a form for the good old IRS

any time you went over 1,500 bucks.

You told Mr. Lane this? LINDER: Yeah.

Well, what'd he say?

He said, "Thanks a lot. We'll be in touch."

- And was he in touch? - No. Never heard from him again.

Thank you, Mr. Linder.

Cross examine, Mr. Chase.

Defense has no questions of this witness, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Next witness, Mr. Matlock.

The plaintiff rests his case, Your Honor.

Then, Mr. Chase, you may call your first witness.

Defense calls Mr. Brian Lane as its first witness.

As one of the most well-respected attorneys in Atlanta,

you must have had a reason for doing what you did.

So, please, tell us.

Why did you fail to include testimony by Mr. Linder

when you were defending Daniel Wallace?

It was quite simply a judgment call.

I didn't think Robert Linder would make a credible witness.

In fact, I thought there was a good chance

he would do more harm than good.

Why did you think that?

Because Robert Linder owns a topless bar.

He gambles, he abuses drugs.

He beats his wife.

And he has a police record.

But physical evidence existed that would have corroborated his story.

He never told me that.

He said nothing about Ingle's winning the trifecta that day.

Well, now, he just testified under oath that he did.

Well, I'm testifying under oath that he did not.

So in your opinion,

as again, one of the most highly regarded attorneys in this town,

you felt the jury would not believe Mr. Linder.

And so you dismissed him, is that it?

That's it. Exactly.

I have no further questions.

Well, I do.

Mr. Lane, how perfect does a person have to be

before you'll call him to the stand?

- I don't think I understand. - Of course, you do.

Does he have to go to church every Sunday,

be a member of the PTA,

drink decaffeinated coffee? How perfect?

Robert Linder had a rap sheet a mile long.

Robert Linder was picked up once on a possession of marijuana charge,

twice for hitting his wife,

who dropped both charges the minute she sobered up,

four times for solicitation.

I grant you, he's no Boy Scout.

But come on, Mr. Lane, he's no Al Capone, either.

In my professional opinion,

without anything to corroborate his story,

his evidence would've been a waste.

Do you mean to tell me you didn't ask him for corroboration?

A man walks into your office

who might very well be the only thing between your client and the slammer,

and you say, "Thanks, but no thanks."

And you let that man walk out of your office,

no questions asked?

You...? You didn't ask him

who else saw Max Ingle at the track that day?

It didn't occur to you that somebody more to your liking

may have been able to corroborate Mr. Linder's story.

Hell, it would have occurred to me.

I bet it would have occurred to just about every other lawyer in this town,

even those who are not half as highly exceptional as you are.

So, what's your...? What's your excuse, Mr. Lane?

How did you let Robert Linder walk out of your office that way?

How could you treat your client that way?

I can't do this.

I beg your pardon?

I intentionally withheld Robert Linder's testimony,

because I wanted to make sure my client was convicted.

Request a ten-minute recess.

No. I wanna get this over with.

Please. Please let me continue.

By all means.

Uh, about six months ago, I met the Wallaces at a party.

Pamela Wallace and I started seeing each other.

We...

- We eventually fell in love. - It's not true.

Shortly afterwards, Daniel was arrested

for fixing those college football games.

And then that was it for Pamela.

She... She wanted to divorce him.

But she had signed a prenuptial agreement

that would have left her virtually penniless if she had.

So we devised a plan

whereby I would take his case

and deliberately lose it.

None of this is true. Why are you saying these things?

- Sit down, young lady. - But he's lying.

- Let him finish. - Order!

That way, we could live together out of state somewhere

and invest enough of his money and mine so that...

So that we could live comfortably when she finally did ask him for a divorce.

But when Robert Linder came into my office

with the evidence that would have exonerated Daniel, I...

I sent him away.

See, he would've ruined everything, and...

I'm sorry.

I thought I could do this, but I can't. I'm sorry.

Please, Danny, I don't know why he said those things.

But he was lying. Brian made all that up

because he didn't wanna admit he was just plain incompetent.

Pamela.

Pamela.

It doesn't have to be over between us.

- Get away from me. - Pamela, I need you.

Danny, please, make him stop. Make him go away.

I trusted you.

Now, I'm a God-fearing, law-abiding man, but I swear,

if you come near us again, I'm gonna beat you to within an inch of your life.

No, Daniel, don't, don't.

Bad day, huh?

Daniel, good to see you again.

- Glad everything worked out. - Thanks, Peter.

- Have you met the new minister yet? - No.

Do you need any help with that food relief program?

Not at the moment. Plenty of volunteers.

Well, if you need an extra body, just give me a call.

Thanks. I will.

Case number 1673438.

DuPont v. Hoskins.

The charge is trespassing and disorderly conduct.

- How does the defendant plead? - Your Honor, my client pleads...

- Please, don't. I don't want to. - No.

- I didn't do it. - No. No.

- I was looking at... - No. No.

- No, I didn't... - He pleads guilty, Your Honor.

The defendant pleads guilty.

So noted.

The defendant shall be remanded to the custody of the county.

Thanks for waiting. So where you wanna go eat?

I made reservations at LaBelle's at 12:30.

Great.

Your client back there didn't seem too eager to plead guilty.

Oh, that was Lenny Hoskins.

He was caught prowling around this lady's house.

She claims he's a Peeping Tom.

- Is he? - Not according to him.

Do you believe him?

Well, the way I see it, months in jail will be good for him.

No booze, three squares a day, medical attention.

- Oh, what's the difference? - Yeah, Laurie, but if he's innocent...

Leanne, grow up.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Why didn't you leave a note or something?

You know what I think it is?

I think he's obsessed with me.

No, really.

I never told you this, but when we met him at that party,

he said some really weird things to me, suggestive things.

I mean, maybe he was attracted to me,

and when he wound up defending you,

I don't know, maybe he saw a way to finally have me and just snapped.

I don't think so.

Why not? It makes more sense than what he said, doesn't it?

All that stuff about the prenuptial agreement

and living together on your money, that's crazy.

We both know you don't have any money.

You gambled it away years ago.

Daniel, please, this man is nuts.

You've gotta believe me. I am telling you the truth.

Where are you going?

Danny.

Danny.

How did this happen to you?

How did what happen?

Being homeless.

Oh.

I don't know.

One thing led to another.

Alcohol?

Yeah.

I used to drink a lot.

Lost jobs.

My wife left me.

Took the children.

Never saw them again.

Went on a binge.

Don't know how long it lasted.

When I came to, it was all over, and I was out of society.

It's not too bad.

I travel around, work once in a while.

One way to look at it, I'm free.

No, you're not, not by a long shot.

And we've got to find a way to do something about that.

Leanne.

In the kitchen.

Well...

I'm glad you're back.

Dad, I'd like you to meet my new client, Lenny Hoskins.

Lenny, my father, Ben Matlock.

How do you do, sir?

Lenny's been charged with trespassing and disorderly conduct.

Second time in two months.

I'm innocent, of course.

This woman keeps claiming that he prowls around her house

and kind of invades her privacy.

He's a peeper?

I admit to looking in her window.

But I wasn't looking at her, I really wasn't.

I was looking at her dog.

Her dog.

I see her with her dog in the park.

She treats that poor thing horribly.

I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

Mr. Hoskins, would you mind stepping into the living room for just a second?

- Certainly. - Thanks.

Leanne, are you out of your mind? You can't represent him.

- Why not? - He's a peeper.

- He's not a peeper. - He peeped at that woman.

No, he wasn't peeping at all.

Dad, when we became partners,

we agreed to represent some people pro bono.

- Remember? - I remember.

Well, this is where we begin. I'm going to represent him.

Now, all we need to do is find him a place to stay

for a couple of days and help him find a job.

- He doesn't have a home? - No, he moves around quite a bit.

So I thought, until the trial was over, he could stay at my place,

- in the spare bedroom. - No.

- Why not? - Leanne, he's a peeper.

- An alleged peeper. - I don't care what you call him.

He's not staying at your house. Denny.

- Lenny. - Lenny.

May I just say, you have a beautiful house.

I understand they've got beautiful rooms down at the YMCA.

So take this money and go down there.

No, sir, I neither solicit nor accept handouts.

Well, what if you worked for the money? Would you take it then?

- Of course. - You can do some work

around here tomorrow for my dad.

That way, it would be an advance.

No, ma'am, until I do the work, I cannot accept the pay.

Now, wait a minute.

You gotta have a place to stay tonight.

And you're not staying in my daughter's house.

So take the damn money and go down to the Y.

Maybe they got a dog you could look at.

Dad, I have a solution. You saw the sofa in the living room.

- Would you like to stay here tonight? - Leanne.

That way you could get up bright and early and go right to work.

It wouldn't be charity. It would be more like you were a houseguest.

- Leanne. - If it's all right with your father.

Is it, Dad?

You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

And the worst.

Go upstairs and wash.

You know that pony you always wanted for Christmas?

That's why you never got it.

Bears game, over under's 36.

Packers, 42.

No problem. How much?

A thousand?

Okay, you're covered. Under for a grand.

Okay.

Those things you said up there on the stand.

We had all sorts of meetings.

I figured we might as well have one, huh?

Let me go.

Not until you tell me why you lied up there.

Who paid you off, Max? Was it Brian Lane?

My wife? Who was it?

I can't breathe.

You're gonna tell me sooner or later.

Come on, Max, tell me.

Thompson.

- Joe Thompson? - Joe Thompson.

I swear.

Hi, Ben, I'm sorry to bother you, but I think this might be important.

- What? - I got Max Ingle to tell me

who paid him to lie about me on the stand.

That's our houseguest.

Ingle said it was Joe Thompson.

Now, Ben, I swear I haven't had anything to do with this guy

for five years since before I got kicked out of pro ball.

Why would he wanna set you up like that?

I have no idea, but I'm sure gonna find out.

You're not gonna go there and see him, are you?

How else am I gonna find out what's going on?

Well, you can't just go in and see a man like that.

He's a gangster. He's dangerous.

Let me talk to him.

- You'd do that? - Yeah. Yeah. You go on home,

- and I'll let you know what I find out. - Well, I appreciate it, Ben.

Look, if I'm not at home, I'll be at the Three Angels Church, okay?

- You're really into that, aren't you? - Oh, yeah.

The archbishop's coming to town in a couple of weeks,

- and we got a lot to do to get ready. - Yeah?

Yeah, he's coming to congratulate us.

Our church has gathered more food and clothing for the needy

all over the world than any other church in our...

Denomination?

Yeah.

- Thanks, Ben. - Yeah.

- You and me now. - Oh, yeah?

Hey. THOMPSON: Hey, you. Ha-ha-ha.

You think you're a better shot than me, huh?

- I'll get the both of you. Yeah. - He's right... Oh, there he is.

Now it's my turn to get even with you guys.

You turkey.

Yeah? You think you're a better shot than me, huh?

All right, you guys.

I got you guys so many times, you're so soaked.

Now go on inside and get dried off. Go ahead.

Okay.

Bye.

Well, hello there.

- Mr. Thompson? - That's right.

Ben Matlock.

Nice-looking kids.

Well, if this is business, you could see me in my office.

Oh, this'll only take a minute.

One of my clients, Daniel Wallace, you remember him?

- Yeah, of course, the football coach. - Yeah.

Yeah, we used to hang out. He liked to gamble.

Now, that's a name I haven't heard for, what, five, six years, I'll bet.

Maybe so. How about...? How about Max Ingle?

Remember his name?

Why do you ask?

Well, Max said that you paid him to perjure himself

during Daniel's last trial.

What a nasty thing for Max to say about me.

Now, why would I do something like that?

I don't know. I don't know.

Unless you wanted to see Daniel go to jail.

Mr. Matlock,

now why would a legitimate businessman such as myself

care whether or not some college football coach goes to jail?

Well, now, you hit the... You hit the nail right on the head.

I was gonna ask you that.

Well, I'm gonna have to call Max up and have a little talk with him.

Find out why he said that about me.

Well, I have a feeling Max might be hard to find for a long time.

Well, I won't take up any more of your time.

I'll just go out that way,

and say goodbye to Mrs. Thompson.

- You hear that? - Yeah.

He could be a problem.

No, no.

We're just gonna have to be very careful.

Pomp and show

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Z ion's children know Excellent.

And this is only a rehearsal.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to our new minister,

the Reverend Oliver Malloy.

And may I say, I'm absolutely delighted to be here.

This is our unofficial director of music

and just about everything else around here,

Daniel Wallace.

Of course. It's an honor.

Especially since I understand they were thinking

about making you the new minister at one time.

I'm sorry. You look familiar.

Well, I guess I just have one of those faces.

But, please, go on. Don't let us interrupt. It's beautiful.

All right, let's take it back to the same place please.

Savior, if of Z ion's city

I through grace a member am

Let the world deride or pity

- Hello. - Morning.

What are you doing?

I took the liberty of cooking your breakfast. Sit down.

Did you wash your hands?

Here we go.

Mushroom and green pepper frittata.

Just a little something to go with your lemon pancakes.

You like it?

Yeah.

He... Uh, Matlock residence.

No, I'm afraid he's busy right now.

May I take a message?

I was just brushing my teeth this morning and it hit me.

I'd seen that guy when I used to hang out with Joe Thompson.

The new minister?

I saw him at Thompson's house

and also at the social club we always used to hang out.

Is Thompson his real name?

Yeah, as far as I know.

He doesn't look like a Thompson.

So that was five years ago?

Ben, I know that's where I saw him.

I mean, I've got a real good memory for faces.

Well, I guess mobsters need spiritual guidance like anybody else.

Maybe... Maybe it's a coincidence.

I haven't even thought of Joe Thompson in years,

and now all of a sudden, I find out he's trying to ship me off to jail.

And the new minister of my church turns out to be a friend of his.

- It just doesn't feel right. - Yeah, I know what you mean.

I just wish I knew what to do about it.

I don't want you to do anything about it.

I won't.

Ben, thanks a lot for coming out here.

- Yeah. - I appreciate it.

I just don't know who I can trust anymore, you know?

Should've told you to bring your sweats out here.

- Could've run some stairs together. - Oh, I ate too much breakfast.

I can hardly walk.

- Take it easy. - See you again.

All right.

- Ben. - Mm.

I understand you're the one phoned this in?

Well, yeah, he wanted me to meet him here, so he could tell me something.

Did you see him fall?

No, I was on my way out when I heard a yell.

See anyone or anything suspicious while you were talking to him?

No, I didn't.

What'd he wanna tell you?

The new minister at your church.

- Have you met him? - No.

Daniel met him yesterday.

And he wanted to tell me that he had seen him once before

at Joe Thompson's house.

That's news to me.

No law against a mob boss being friends with a minister.

Happens all the time.

That's pretty much what I told him.

Daniel Wallace never tired of doing God's work here on Earth.

And I have no doubt that he is continuing to serve God

with his customary joy and enthusiasm

in a far better place.

We all can and should take solace in this.

And now, those wishing to pay his or her final respects

may come forward and do so.

I can't take this anymore, Pam.

Why won't you return my calls? I wanna know what's going on.

I love you.

I tried to do what we planned.

I just... I couldn't hold it together in court.

Darling, I'm sorry.

My career is over.

And my life.

- Come on. - Pamela, please.

- Come on. Come on. - You told me you loved me.

She doesn't care. She never cared about Daniel.

You lied about everything.

She told me Daniel didn't have any money. She said she loved me.

All she wanted was for Daniel to go to jail.

But if she doesn't love me, why would she want that?

Why? MATLOCK: Come on.

Why? MAN 1: It's unbelievable. I can't...

- Disrespectful. - Get him out of here.

- Would you like a drink? - No.

Killing Daniel wasn't part of the deal.

Nobody killed your husband.

As I understand it, he tripped and fell.

It was an accident.

- I want my money. - Now?

I agreed to help you get Daniel out of the way.

And now that he's out of the way for good,

I think I deserve to get paid.

Pamela, so do I.

You'll have it within 24 hours.

A million cash.

A million cash.

Why would Pamela want Daniel to go to jail?

I don't know. That's what Brian says.

But not so that she and Brian could live happily ever after?

He says she won't give him the time of day.

That's weird. You'd think she wouldn't have anything to hide anymore.

I mean, especially now that Daniel's dead.

Well, Pamela wanted Daniel in jail.

- Joe Thompson wanted Daniel in jail. - You think there's a connection?

Don't know. LENNY: Here we go.

A Monte Cristo, french fries, and coleslaw.

All homemade.

- Wow. - Try it.

- You made this? - Yes, ma'am.

- You know what? - What?

You owe me that pony.

Hello, Mrs. Wallace, I just dropped by to see how you were holding up.

That's very nice of you, Reverend Malloy.

- Would you like to come in? - Thank you.

I didn't think it would be you.

Well, were you expecting somebody else?

No, no, I just thought maybe a mutual friend

was using you to deliver something.

Heh, well, I'm afraid I don't understand.

You really came by just to see how I was doing?

And to pray with you, if you'd like, for Daniel's soul.

Yeah, I would like that.

- Brian Lane? - Yeah.

I'm Lieutenant Andrews, Atlanta P.D.

Got a warrant to search your home and automobile.

- May we come in? Thank you. - Yeah, wait a minute.

Almost noon. You're still not dressed?

What's the matter, counselor? Had a rough night?

You think I had something to do with Pamela's death?

Well, several dozen people saw you having words with her two days ago

at her husband's funeral.

I loved her.

You're missing a knife.

I haven't set foot outside this place in two days. Ask the doorman.

Ask my neighbors. Ask anyone. - Lieutenant.

Excuse me.

This was in the trunk of your car.

Your missing knife, Mr. Lane.

No.

Hey, Brian. Hey, Brian, no.

You're a disgrace to the legal profession.

So no. Capital N, capital O, okay?

Forget it.

Oh, good, you're sitting down.

Dad... Actually, Mr. Ben Matlock,

may I introduce Mr. James Leonard Hoskins.

My attorney here felt it was time to invest

in some haberdashery and a new 'do.

- What do you think? - Well, I say, Lenny...

Quite a metamorphosis, isn't it?

Uh...

Can you still cook?

Can. And if you will allow me to change, will.

How does a nice succulent pork roast sound?

By all means, change.

Are you okay, Dad?

Well, yeah, yeah. Lenny looks great.

Something's bothering you, Pop.

Not really.

Brian Lane wants you to represent him.

- I just told him to forget it. - Why?

He had an affair with a married woman.

And then became her husband's lawyer.

And then withheld testimony so her husband would have to go to jail

so he could have his wife all to himself.

Dad, he was framed, and you know it.

Only a total moron would kill somebody he'd been arguing with in public

only two days before

and then hide the murder weapon in his own car.

The man's a liar. He withheld a witness in Daniel's trial.

- He confessed in open court. - He has no ethics.

He was ashamed of what he did. He knew it stunk.

He made a mistake, and he owned up to it.

Yeah.

Reverend Malloy?

Yes?

Ben Matlock. I was here last week at Daniel Wallace's funeral.

Oh, yes, you were his lawyer.

And now I'm Brian Lane's lawyer.

The man accused of murdering Daniel's wife?

Well, that's a rather abrupt change of allegiance, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

- Can I sit down? - Of course.

I used to...

- I used to sing in choir. - Oh, join us.

Well, heh, heh, I was pretty bad at falling asleep.

The preacher used to speak in a kind of a monotone

and I'd doze off.

And the next thing you know, it was time for:

"Amen, amen."

- It was over. - I have a trick.

See, I speak softly till I've lulled off, oh, 15, 20 people,

and then I find a good phrase and I yell.

Ha-ha-ha. That's good. Good. Yeah.

The police say that they found a cross at Pamela Wallace's house.

Yes, I stopped by that afternoon to see how she was doing.

I, uh, took off the cross so that I could hold it while we prayed together.

And I guess I put it down and just left it there.

I don't know what's happening with my memory.

Remember how long you were there?

No more than half an hour.

I apparently was something of a suspect there for a while.

But then the police talked with the kids

who were playing in the street that afternoon,

and they told them that Pamela was very much alive when I left.

So I'm back to being just the new minister of a little church.

Did you tell the police about your connection with Joe Thompson?

- My connection? - Yeah.

Daniel says that he met you at Joe Thompson's house five years ago.

Well, that's odd. I don't remember meeting him.

Although it's possible, I suppose. I've known Joe since grade school.

Daniel believed that Joe Thompson had paid somebody off

to lie on the stand when he was on trial,

you know, about fixing those football games.

He was convinced that Mr. Thompson wanted

to get him put away.

And then he met you here.

And then he remembered that you had been friends with Mr. Thompson.

And, um...

Then what?

Well, and then he took that fall

down that long flight of concrete stairs and died.

A horrible tragedy.

Well, I just wanted to pass it by you, Reverend Malloy.

- Thanks for your time. - Well, my pleasure.

Feel free to come back, preferably on a Sunday morning.

- Keep you awake. - Oh, that little yell. Ha-ha-ha.

Joe Thompson, please.

Oliver Malloy.

What the hell did he want?

Joe, it's Oliver.

Ben Matlock was just here.

Mm-hm. We need to talk.

Ben Matlock thinks I killed Pamela.

Right.

Sit down.

I don't like this turn of events.

Calm down and sit, Oliver.

Well, Daniel was right.

There's a definite connection between that new minister and Joe Thompson.

This is the best apple pie I've ever eaten.

You don't know what they were talking about?

Couldn't hear. Malloy was pretty uptight though.

You must have shaken him up pretty good.

Leanne make this?

No, last time Leanne tried to make a pie,

the crust wound up on the wall.

How did that happen?

She threw it across the room.

Who's this fellow right here?

I don't know, but he came out with Reverend Malloy,

went back there with him after the meeting.

I wonder what they're up to.

- Conrad? - Mm?

You like to sing, don't you?

Oh, what peace we often forfeit

Oh, what needless pain we bear

All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer

That was wonderful.

Well, I've heard enough.

Conrad, welcome to the Three Angels Church Choir.

- Thank you. - Why don't you sit there with Sandy?

Okay.

All right. Page 33.

This has a rather long introduction, don't forget, so watch for my cue.

Oh, what a friend we have in Jesus

As I said, Conrad, watch for my cue. Again.

Sorry.

Reverend Malloy.

Hi. Conrad McMasters.

I wanted to introduce myself.

Been hearing good things about Three Angels,

I decided to come down and join up.

Well, it's nice to have you with us. You're already with the choir?

Yeah, you know, get involved, get involved all the way.

I wish all new members had your enthusiasm.

Excuse me. Peter?

- Yes? - The welcoming committee's meeting

in the conference room in a couple of minutes.

Right. I'll be there.

Welcoming committee?

For the archbishop. He's visiting this weekend.

Could you use some help?

Actually, they've got it under control.

But all next week, we're receiving food donations,

and then we're gonna package it for shipment overseas.

Now, if you could help us with that, we'd really appreciate it.

- Sure, count me in. - Great.

Yeah. WOMAN 2: Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah. Under, for 100.

You got it.

Yeah.

Oh, hi. Yeah.

Packers? Minus three.

Yeah. All right. All right. You got it. Three bills.

Now, look, Bobby, I gotta go.

- Hi, Max, Ben Matlock. - Yeah. I know who you are.

- Can I come in? - How did you find me?

- Gas company. - Yeah, well, what do you want?

Five minutes, then you'll never see me again.

Phone's ringing.

Two minutes.

Max, I need you to tell me who this fellow is here

with Joe Thompson and Reverend Malloy.

Sorry.

Joe Thompson knows

that you told Daniel that Mr. Thompson paid you

to lie in the witness box.

How long you figuring on hiding out?

You got a minute and 45.

If I found you, how hard do you think it would be for him to find you?

The only way you're gonna be able to stop hiding out and running

is for me to send these boys up.

Who is it, Max?

All right, he's Peter Eastland.

I met him once.

Rumor had it he was a shooter.

A hit man.

I wonder why the police couldn't ID him.

Because he's as slick as they come.

You know anything else about him?

Well, if I remember, he loves oysters.

Always hanging out at this oyster bar called, uh, The Sea Pearl.

- Sea Pearl. - Mm.

Mr. Eastland.

Hi, Ben Matlock.

- Have we met? - No.

But I'm kind of surprised we haven't.

- Why is that? - Well, I'm a defense lawyer.

And you work for a criminal, Joe Thompson.

- Who? - This... Right here. Wait.

Right there in that picture.

Oh. Actually, I only know him through Reverend Malloy.

- I'm a member of his church. - Oh.

The meeting the three of you were having,

what was it about?

I don't recall. I was just along for the ride.

Would you like an oyster?

Oh, no, thanks. I'm working.

They tell me that eating raw oysters

makes you wanna do something else.

Maybe they're right.

Well, since you're working,

I'm sure there's something I can do for you.

Well, I represent Brian Lane,

and he's accused of murdering Pamela Wallace.

And since I know that he's no killer, when you, in fact, are...

Who told you that?

Oh, when anybody's apparently as good as you are,

then word gets around.

Bull.

Why would I wanna kill Pamela Wallace?

Joe Thompson told you to?

Why would he wanna do that?

I don't know, but I'm working on it.

Tell him, will you?

- Like I said, I hardly know the man. - Yeah.

Mm.

If I wasn't working, I could really go for some of them.

- Sorry. - What's the matter with you?

I figured we needed to talk. And since people from the church

might be at trial, I figured we should do it here.

Scared me to death.

- I'm sorry. - Give me a heart attack.

I'm sorry.

Well, don't you wanna talk?

Oh, uh, yeah.

This other guy in the picture

with Reverend Malloy and Joe Thompson

- is Peter Eastland. - Oh, yeah.

What's his connection?

Well, apparently, he works for Joe Thompson.

Kills people.

- In-house assassin. - That's the rumor.

The archbishop.

What about him?

He's coming to church this weekend.

Peter Eastland is on the committee in charge of his visit.

Someone's going to try to assassinate me?

Well, Mr. Matlock and I think it's a distinct possibility, yes.

Somebody at Three Angels Church?

We... We think so. Yes.

Who? And more to the point, why?

Well, we're not quite sure of that yet.

But I've received no threats.

No one's warned me to stay away.

Well, if you could just postpone things here for a couple of weeks,

it would give us a little more time.

No, no, that's out of the question. My schedule won't allow it.

No, I said I'd address the congregation tomorrow,

and that's what I'm going to do.

I appreciate your concern, gentlemen.

But nothing you've said has convinced me

that I should change my plan.

Well, maybe we'll just take a few extra precautions.

Couple of plainclothesmen inside the church,

an unmarked car or two out on the street.

That's your prerogative.

Your efforts have saved lives and eased suffering all over the world.

You have collected, packaged, and shipped more donations

to hungry nations than any other church in this country.

What an incredible act of love, brothers and sisters.

You should be very proud.

I know I'm very proud.

But all I can do to reward your compassion and dedication

is to say thank you.

For it's God who will really reward you.

If not in this life, then in the life to come.

Of that, you may rest assured.

Congratulations.

Let us rise and join hands for the benediction.

Stand by.

Okay, the service should end any minute now.

Everybody, look alive.

Unit One in position. Standing by.

- Unit Two? - Ready on the street, sir.

And all God's people said... - Amen.

A mighty fortress is our God

A bulwark never failing

Our helper He amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing

For still our ancient foe

Doth seek to work us woe

His craft and power are great

And armed with cruel hate

On earth is not his equal

- All right, here he comes. - Ten-four.

Did we in our own strength confide

Our striving would be losing

He just drove off without incident. I guess we're all clear, folks.

- Roger. - Well...

I don't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

Well, I figure between overtime,

extra people, special equipment,

I've just spent thousands of dollars of the taxpayer's money.

Needlessly.

I sure as hell know how I feel.

- Aah! - Hi.

Damn it, Conrad.

- Well, hell. - Stop cussing like that.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry don't feed the bulldog.

Quit hiding in the back of my car. You scared me half to death.

If you wanna hide in the back of somebody's car,

hide in the back of your own car.

Okay.

So, what do you think happened?

I don't know.

You think, maybe, somehow,

they knew that we knew and backed off?

Maybe they never intended to kill the archbishop to start with.

How'd Lieutenant Andrews take it?

Let me put it to you this way.

I wouldn't hide in the back of his car.

I live at 1873 South Ivy.

Do you live there by yourself?

Yes, my husband passed away three years ago.

Mrs. DuPont, please tell the court what happened on January 24th.

I went into my bedroom to change clothes,

and saw that man over there looking in my window.

Let the record show that the witness has indicated the defendant,

Leonard Hoskins.

Of course, he wasn't all gussied up then,

much more like what he is, a pervert.

- Objection, Your Honor. - Sustained.

Let the witness's last statement be stricken.

You're sure this is the man you saw?

Yes, because the police arrested him two months earlier

for doing exactly the same thing.

What did you do after you saw him looking through your window?

DuPONT: Well, I screamed.

Then I went running to the back door to make sure it was locked.

Thank God it was because when I got to the kitchen,

there he was, looking through the window at me.

- Did you call the police? - Yes, I did.

But, as it turned out, my neighbors had seen him too,

and they'd already called 911.

Thank you, Mrs. DuPont.

Your witness, Miss Mclntyre.

Mrs. DuPont,

when you said that you live alone, that isn't quite true, is it?

DuPONT: Well, of course, it is.

You have a dog, don't you?

Well, yes.

Was it your idea or your husband's to get the dog?

My husband's. He loved dogs.

You don't, though, do you?

- What do you mean? - My client, Lenny Hoskins,

has stated and is prepared to testify

that he has seen you in McMillan Park,

hitting your dog with the metal part of the leash

on several occasions.

Did you ever see your dog run over to Mr. Hoskins?

Mrs. DuPont?

Well, yes.

- Did you call him back? - Yes.

Did he come?

No, that... Your client was holding him.

But he did turn him loose.

- Yes. - And did you reprimand the dog?

- Yes. - With the metal part of the leash?

I reprimanded him with my voice.

Mrs. DuPont, my client did follow you home.

And he did look in your window.

Not because he wanted to see you,

but because he was driven to make sure

that you hadn't seriously injured your dog.

That's ridiculous.

- So you deny mistreating him? - Of course.

You never hit him, never raised your hand to him?

Never.

Your Honor, at this time, I would like to conduct a little demonstration.

Very well.

Bailiff.

Thank you.

Oh, yes. Ha-ha-ha.

Your Honor, I'd like to introduce Darby.

Is this your dog, Mrs. DuPont?

Well, yes. What on earth is he doing here?

Deputy Farrow retrieved him from your backyard this morning.

Of course, he had a warrant.

At this time, Your Honor,

I would like to admit Darby into evidence.

So done. But let me remind you that you are,

if you'll excuse the expression, on a very short leash.

Yes, Your Honor, I'm aware of that.

Shall we show them what you can do, huh?

Okay.

Sit down.

Okay. Can you sit?

Can you sit? Good dog.

Darby, shake hands.

Shake. Good boy.

Darby, lie down.

Good dog.

Oh, what a well-trained, well-mannered, affectionate little dog.

Certainly, no need to strike an animal like this.

Mrs. DuPont,

would you mind stepping down here for just a second?

Would you mind raising your hand,

as if you were going to take the oath again?

Your Honor, this is pointless.

It'll just take two seconds to find out, Your Honor.

The witness will please do as she's been asked.

So you're sure you never raised your hand to that dog?

Oh, for Pete's sakes.

Being in front of all these people just has him spooked, that's all.

Come here, Darby. Come on.

Darby.

Come here. It's all right.

Darby, come.

Darby, come here.

Come here, Darby.

Darby, come here, boy.

Oh, yes.

Come on. Yes. Oh, that's a good boy.

Yes, you're such a good boy.

- Yes. - You can sit down, Mrs. DuPont.

Mrs. DuPont, my client comes to visit your Darby a lot.

He worries about him because he's seen the way you treat him.

That's what he was doing there that day.

Making sure that this poor little animal,

which you obviously do abuse, was okay.

Yup.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Here you go.

More powdered milk?

Yeah, we get them donated fresh from the factory.

The president of the company is a deacon. Heh.

What's wrong?

My back. Had a little twinge. I'm fine.

You should eat more oysters.

Yeah.

Church's relief effort?

Joe Thompson and Peter Eastland

are smuggling things out of this country

in those boxes of donated food. I'm positive.

What kinds of things?

Technology. I don't know. Microfilm, drugs. I don't know yet.

But I do know that those boxes of powdered milk

that he had me load on that truck are a good 15 pounds lighter

than the boxes I already loaded.

Well, maybe the first batch

had more powdered milk in them than the second?

No.

No, no, no, after Eastland left, I checked.

Each of those boxes has the same number of cartons of milk in it.

You know what I think? I think they dumped powdered milk

out of those boxes to make room for what they're sending out.

- Did you open any of the cartons? - No, I didn't have time.

- The truck was leaving for the airport. - Hmm.

- I don't know, Conrad. - No.

No, it all fits.

Nobody else at church knows what's going on but Reverend Malloy.

That's why Daniel Wallace was killed. He's getting so danged involved.

They're afraid he's gonna find out.

You gotta call the police.

They'll hang up on me.

Then you gotta go talk to them in person.

Oh, I don't know, Conrad.

It won't do any good.

There we go.

Hey, Russ, take over. I wanna use the head, okay?

Sure.

Yeah?

Hey. Reverend Malloy wants to see you.

He's out by the truck that just came in.

- Says it's pretty urgent. - Okay. I'll be right there.

Put that stuff in.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

Let me load this.

Well, that's about it.

Give you a hand with that?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Okay, that'll do it for this truck. Let's get it up there and move it out.

Actually, let's not. Atlanta Police. Hands up.

Let's go, let's go!

- Got it. - Better take this crate.

Handcuff the reverend.

Get them up.

- He's breathing. - That's good.

He's gonna be all right.

Thanks for listening, Harlan.

Thanks for being right this time.

All right, men, come on, let's check this cargo here.

Here I come!

Bring her down. Bring her down.

Hang on. BOY 3: Here we go.

Yeah. BOY 4: Just watch it.

Set it. Okay. Go.

Hey, hey.

Okay. BOY 1: I got it.

Hey, great play. Nice catch.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Let me see that. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Nice.

Yeah, yeah. yeah.

Now, were you out here, playing the afternoon Ms. Wallace was killed?

- I already talked to the police. - Yeah, I heard, I heard, I heard.

- Come on. - But you saw Ms. Wallace

walk the minister to his car?

Yeah, he left. She came and got the paper,

- went back inside. - Yeah.

And you didn't see anybody else

go in after the minister left?

No. They're waiting for me. - Give us the ball.

Yeah. Hi. BOYS: Hey.

Hey. BOY 2: Come on.

- Okay. Nice catch. - All right.

There. BOY 2: Come on.

Hey.

Are you sure she picked up the paper after the preacher left?

Yeah. Positive.

- Thanks. Nice catch. - Come on, come on.

- Put it down. - All right.

All right. BOY 4: Set him up.

How well did you know the victim, Pamela Wallace, Reverend Malloy?

Not very well at all.

The first time I met her was at her husband's funeral.

And her husband Daniel, how well did you know him?

I didn't know him well, either.

He died shortly after I assumed my ministry at Three Angels Church.

I understand that Daniel was offered that ministry.

Unofficially, yes.

He hadn't quite finished his studies, though.

And then when he was arrested for accepting those bribes,

well, then the church elders decided to look elsewhere for a new minister.

- So you were their next choice? - That's correct.

Okay.

What about Joseph Thompson?

How well do you know him?

We grew up together.

And he occasionally attends Three Angels.

And he's a known organized crime figure

and a convicted racketeer, isn't he?

Yes, but he's still my friend.

Peter Eastland, you know him?

Of course, he's an extremely active member of the church.

And he's a professional hit man, isn't he?

Objection, Your Honor. Irrelevant, and assumes facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

A meeting that you and Joe Thompson and Peter Eastland

had at Giuseppe's Restaurant two weeks ago, what was it about?

I don't remember.

Well, the three of you did have a meeting?

- Yes. - But you don't remember why?

We were just getting together.

Last week, the three of you were arrested

for conspiring to distribute a controlled substance

called methcathinone

or CAT,

an extremely potent synthetic stimulant, were you not?

I don't have to answer that.

I'm not asking whether you're guilty or not guilty.

I just want you to confirm what's already in the public record.

The three of you were arrested

for buying designer drugs made in the United States

and using the Food Relief Program from Three Angels Church

to smuggle it to your distributors all over the world.

True or false?

- True. - True.

And in order to do that,

Joseph Thompson had to frame Daniel,

try to get him in jail,

so that you could become the new minister

and be in charge of the smuggling operation.

Now, that is not true.

And in order to do that,

he had to make sure that Daniel's lawyer,

Brian Lane, lost his case.

So he paid Max Ingle to lie.

Then he paid Pamela to use her womanly charms

to convince Brian that Daniel had to go to jail,

so that they could spend the rest of their lives together, right, reverend?

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

Only then the problem became

Brian confessed to what he had done.

Daniel went free.

Then you had another problem.

Daniel recognized you from his gambling days

when he used to hang out at Joe Thompson's.

What if he became curious, started nosing around?

Sooner or later, that could ruin everything.

- Isn't that right? - Absolutely not true.

Maybe at the meeting you had there at Giuseppe's,

the three of you decided Daniel had to die, huh?

No.

Then his wife got nervous, and she had to die.

This is absurd. This whole thing is absurd.

I don't know who shoved Daniel down all those concrete steps.

But I do know

who stole this knife from Brian Lane's condominium

and used it to stab Pamela to death.

- It was you. - That is a lie.

Objection, Your Honor. Irrelevant.

Sustained.

You must admit, counselor,

Mr. Wycotte and I, up until now, have been extremely patient.

Oh, I'm aware of that, Your Honor, and I'm deeply grateful.

But I'm on the homestretch here.

- May I continue? - Proceed.

You were at Pamela's house the afternoon she was killed.

As I explained to you and to the police,

I stopped by to see how she was doing.

Part of my job is to console the grieving.

I chatted with her. We prayed together.

And then I drove back to the church.

And the cross the police found at her house.

Yes, I have a habit of taking it off my neck when I... When I pray.

I guess I put it down and forgot about it.

- I have a habit of doing that too. - Ha, ha.

There were some boys playing football outside her house.

Yes. And any one of them can attest to the fact

that Pamela was very much alive when I left.

They can also attest to the fact that as you drove off,

Pamela reached down, picked up her evening newspaper

and took it back into the house with her.

- All right. - All right.

This is people's exhibit 26.

Police photograph of the crime scene.

Your cross is lying on top of the evening newspaper.

See?

His cross is lying on top

of the evening newspaper.

So?

Yours are the only clear fingerprints on that cross.

If you left before she brought the paper into her house,

how did your cross wind up on top of it?

How about this?

You left. Yeah, you drove off.

You drove around the corner.

Up the alley in back of Pamela's house.

Then you slipped in the back door,

and used this knife you had stolen from my client's condominium

to stab Pamela to death.

You knew he'd be accused. He's the perfect patsy.

But as sometimes happened, it wasn't an immediate kill.

She struggled.

Your cross came off.

Landed on that newspaper.

You left.

You left your cross.

You forgot.

But not, as you say,

you ordinarily do.

You'd just committed a murder.

And I don't care who you are.

A person's mind doesn't work real clear

when they've just sinned that big time.

What say, preacher?

- Dad. Hi. How'd it go? - We won.

The reason I called is something very exciting has come up.

Now, much as I appreciate your cooking for me all the time,

I'm sure it's not something you want to do for the rest of your life.

Is it?

- No. - Of course not. Of course not.

So I was talking with Charlie that runs the hot dog stand.

He's getting ready to retire, and he's looking for somebody

to take over his business and I said I know just the fellow.

Lenny Hoskins.

And you wouldn't have to just make hot dogs.

You could make frittatas, soufflés, Monte Cristos, French dips.

You could put this place on the map.

People would come from all over the city.

You'd be famous.

You would be another Wolfgang Puck. Ha-ha-ha.

And the best part is...

And the best part is, you wouldn't have to leave Atlanta.

You could keep on cooking for me,

you know, just occasionally.

Once in a while.

You people are very dear to me.

And you've done so much for me. I hope you'll understand.

It's time for me to move on.

I heard from a man in Valdosta who read about me in the paper.

He wants me to come down, help him out. He's a vet.

- You're not a vet. - No, no, I'll clean up

and tell him when the animals are sick or don't feel well and then he'll fix it up.

I think we'll make a nice team for a while.

- Then I'll move on again. - Why?

It's the life I know.

Stop for a while, go for a while.

I don't need much.

Did you ever sleep outside?

Oh, it's nice sometimes.

There have always been wanderers.

I'm one of them.

I will think of you often.

Perhaps our paths will cross again.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

I'm sorry, Dad, you lost your cook.

Yeah.

Want a hot dog?

Okay.