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I don't believe you're innocent.

I swear to God, I did not kill him. All you can do is make a fool out of

yourself. And if lightning strikes and you do turn something up... That still

makes a fool out of me. I'm not going to allow you to break up my home, so

please just get out of here and leave me alone.

Stay away from her.

Here, no chair. I'll break your neck.

I never thought that love could ever be so strong Never

have I been so wrong Trying to

live without you has been hard for me to do Being all

alone is nothing new I'm sorry that you

had to leave me

So many tears For something that you never even

dreamed of Something that you didn't know the

meaning of And now I know that you

Always a pleasure, Bob.

Any official remarks?

Yes, one.

One I can stand.

You're fired, Charlie.

As if the governor will listen to me.

He will.

Or you wouldn't be on the inspection committee.

Do you mind telling me why?

I told you last time, the food. I've seen better meals riding around on

trucks. I can't do better without more money.

I went to the legislature.

Sure you did. A nice, polite, please, gentlemen, thank you, gentlemen, for

nothing.

All right, you're not fired. You're hanging on my personal hook.

Now you go back to the legislature, Charlie. Do some yelling. Get mad.

Threaten to resign.

You want me to back you up? I'll threaten to resign.

We understand each other?

This time?

You made your point.

I'll have some time for Eric Oaks.

All right?

Of course.

Hello, Bob.

Eric?

You can leave it.

I don't think the prisoner's in any danger.

Thank you.

How are you, Eric?

It's like an allegory, isn't it?

Two old friends meet.

The rewards of honest toil, the wages of sin.

Thank you for coming.

Your note said you needed my help.

I've served almost seven years for a crime I didn't commit.

And I want my life back.

I want my life.

Wish I had the power to give it to you. You helped put me here. You put yourself

here when you killed Walter Booth.

I swear to God, I did. Eric, get it straight.

Accept it.

There's nothing I can do.

Maybe there is now.

Pawn ticket and this note.

Somebody mailed it.

You bank on these, you're going to tear yourself apart.

I lie awake at night, listening to my heart pounding my life away.

Locked in here for eight more years.

Yeah, I try to remember.

I'm an architect. I did useful work. I had friends and love.

Sure, it was another man's wife, but how long do I suffer for that?

I want you to help me.

I don't believe you're innocent.

I swear to God, I did not kill him.

Somebody free out there knows that.

Now, what will it cost you to find out who, compared to what it'll cost me if

you don't?

You didn't take that pawn ticket just to look at it, did you?

Impulse. Smoke's got under my skin.

Oh, still sticking there the way I read you.

A ticket?

No. Against a sworn testimony of witnesses and a jury verdict.

Is that all?

And my conscience.

Only one way you're going to get an answer.

You gotta cash it or not.

Would you?

Yes.

Then you do it.

Sorry about that, Chief.

I have to be at the intersection of Stockton and Market for a second.

One of the most important duties of a police officer is to keep up with

departmental memos.

Transfer to the staff of Chief Ironside. You've been tying traffic up in knots.

Chief, I told you in the beginning I didn't want any favors from you. I

you, Officer Sanger, working for me.

will be no favor.

Oh, yeah, I remember this. About, uh, four months ago, a young broad brought

this in. Uh, yeah.

A Miss, uh, Anna Thompson with a P.

How much?

125 bucks.

How much?

This is a real beauty.

Real antique gold.

A King Shalata from the Kusan Empire.

That's, uh, that's ancient India, son.

Yes, but isn't that a little steep?

Look, I go by the book. The book says 125 bucks. You want it? I go by the

pocket, and the pocket says 38.

Done.

Uh, isn't that tough? And did she leave an address?

I only get names.

Uh, can you remember what she looked like? In this business, you better.

Um, let me see, about 25 years old.

Brownish hair.

Small, I think. Nice figure.

Oh, and she walked with a limp. Left leg, right leg.

What do you want, total recall?

How much did you give her?

Enough. Enough to make you a nice fat profit.

Think I'm in this business for my health?

Nobody else is. Thank you.

Walter Booth was murdered seven years ago by Eric Oakes, now serving a 15

stretch for manslaughter.

Fight over Booth's wife.

This coin, or one like it, disappeared from Booth's house the same night, along

with some other valuables. Disappeared how?

Prosecution claimed that Oakes took them to fake a robbery. And the defense?

Only a denial.

Someone else did it.

And now an old lady in a pawn shop says a woman hopped the coin.

Annette Thompson with the P.

Sort of young, nice figure, brown hair, and has a lip.

Mark found four Annette Thompsons in the directory.

Message received. You might need the feminine touch.

Could be easy enough.

Well, Robert, it could be the same coin, I suppose. Why would anyone have sent

Oaks the pawn ticket if it wasn't? All right.

But then, why didn't Eric send it to me?

It's been a long time since he could afford your services, Ken. Oh, that's

ridiculous. Eric was and still is a close personal friend of mine. This is

took his case in the first place. And why?

Didn't you believe he was innocent?

Robert, as far as I'm concerned, if this coin is all you have to go on, I don't

think there's anything more I can do.

There may be more.

All I came over to find out was if this develops into anything significant,

would you be willing to handle the necessary legal work?

Come on, Robert.

Eric was and still is my client.

I appreciate that.

But Marty Booth is my friend, too.

She was crucified at that trial.

And for seven years now has been sheer torture.

I don't want you to rip open those scars just on a whim.

Suppose we let Marty decide.

You don't mind if I let him have his way, do you?

Sound the horn. There must be somebody around.

Down!

You want something, mister? I'm Robert Ironside, an old friend of Mrs. Booth.

I never saw you before. I haven't visited Mrs. Booth in some time.

Well, she doesn't see anybody without an appointment.

She'll see me.

Not without an appointment.

Would you please tell Mrs. Booth that I am here?

She's not in.

Now you go, mister. When Mrs. Booth gets in, you tell her I'll be back at 8 o

'clock this evening and that I consider that an appointment.

As you recall, Bob, I based my case against those and the results of your

department's investigation.

I also recall we couldn't give you much hard evidence.

It was mostly circumstantial.

Witnesses, testimony.

That's more than enough.

But now we have the coin and the note.

Come on, now. That note could have been the work of a crank.

And you can't be sure that that coin is the same one that disappears from the

house. You don't find them everywhere.

For the sake of argument, let's assume it's the coin in question.

Stands to reason, then, that...

Whoever took it must have been in Booth's house the night he was murdered.

And possibly could have killed him, assuming Oakes did not.

That's a big assumption, especially for the prosecuting attorney.

You know, Bob, I like to think of myself as a careful craftsman. You certainly

were seven years ago. All right. Now, as DA, I'm even more careful.

I still say that Oakes took that coin and a bunch of other stuff just to

camouflage a crime of passion.

And the corollary is that Oaks also arranged this note and pawn ticket just

give himself a wedge.

After seven years? That's possible.

Not probable.

So, before we drop it, I'd just like to prove it's worth dropping. Look, once

you open up a can of worms... All right.

What can I do for you?

Well, after all these years, most of the details are a little hazy.

I'd like to look over the trial transcript.

There is no transcript.

The reporter's notes were never typed up. No need to. There was no appeal. But

you do have the notes. Not me.

Hall of Records.

Of course.

But, Bob, I don't have to read you the law.

Oaks' rights of appeal ran out years ago.

You'd have to have a constitutional issue to reopen.

And there you don't have a prayer.

I beg your pardon?

A writ of quorum novus. It means, hey, man, something new has come up.

Lee, what about that?

Why ask me?

It's his idea.

Quorum novus. A petition submitting new evidence for consideration.

If the court feels the petition has merit, it'll schedule a hearing to

whether the additional evidence warrants a new trial.

There should be a law.

Against law graduates in cops' clothing?

Go on, know as it is.

We'll be in touch, bleep.

Give me Tim Hawkins.

Hello, Marty.

Oh, do I look that bad after all these years?

Quite the opposite.

You're lovelier than the law allows.

Well, come on in.

Sorry about this afternoon.

I see very few people these days and I wasn't expecting you.

Vanity is a nuisance.

I felt thoroughly rejected.

Oh, well, come on in and we will cheer you up with some old friends.

Old friends, Bob.

Yeah, quite a coincidence.

Robert Ironside, you owe me four bucks from our last golf game.

Pay it or play it. My handicaps increased since we last played.

Isn't he beautiful?

Hello, Bob.

Been a long time, Beth.

Bob.

Evening, Ken.

Well, well.

The gang's all here.

Salute you.

I'm glad to see you, Dan. I'm glad you're glad, Judy.

It's just like the old days.

We've turned back the clock.

Time hasn't changed any of you. Oh, Bob, you're always the diplomat.

Of course, as regards to my Judy here.

Yeah, and she's beautifully preserved.

In alcohol.

You pickle in alcohol.

Stan's corrected.

Well, honey, at least I can stand.

Oh, I can stand.

I can stand another drink.

Why don't you just have it piped into your navel?

I haven't got a navel, my darling husband. I don't think you've even

lately anyway.

Dessert? In the living room.

Dessert?

That's just what I need.

How long has Judy been drinking like that?

Oh, a few years.

Marty seems to be holding up well, though. Must be your influence.

She hasn't been well these past few years, all that Scarlet Woman stuff.

She's closed out her life.

Doesn't even see us very often. But she did see you tonight.

Spur of the moment. Just call us.

And Harry and Beth Armstead.

Hmm? Yeah. After I said I'd be here tonight.

Bob, this is not a social call.

You're working. Have you told Marty about the coin?

No. Why not?

Well, I didn't want to upset her. And coin means nothing right now.

Well, doesn't mean anything.

How about this?

Eric got it with a pawn picket.

You didn't tell me about this. Would it have made any difference?

No. Maybe it will to the Armsteads and Marty.

Bob, what are you going to do?

Work.

Seven years ago in this house,

A man that I once loved killed my husband.

Marty, you don't have to talk about it. Well, there's no big secret. The whole

world knew about it after the trial.

And drew their own obscene conclusions.

So now, because of that little coin...

Bob, you're telling us that Eric was

innocent. All I'm saying is that it may be possible.

Ken. Can you take that coin in the court and make a new case?

No, that's not enough.

Well, that's just dandy.

This is a fine time to bring that thing around.

Where was it seven years ago, huh? Harry, these things can happen.

I defended Eric.

How do you think I feel?

But the main thing is to do something about it. Well, she's quite right about

that, Harry. What we ought to be doing is dancing around the room. Why don't

keep still, love?

All right.

I don't know what I'm arguing about.

I shoot off my big mouth, as she's always telling me.

The important thing is the coin turned up.

What are you going to do about it now?

You were all in this house the night Walter was killed.

Before and after.

We can start by remembering.

And then what?

You want us to pretend that it never happened?

It happened, Marty.

Nothing's going to wipe that out.

I'm sorry, but I just can't do it. I can't. Not tonight.

I can't break it all up again.

Please.

Please, everyone, go.

Well, here we go again.

She gets upset. She has these migraine attacks.

And it's the end of another perfect evening.

All of you can help me.

You mean you still want to go through with this? I think it's silly. Well, if

could help, Eric, of course. It can't. It can't. Then it would help me.

Help prove I was right seven years ago.

I'm with you, Bob.

What do we got to lose, anyway?

If Bob wants to get it settled in his own mind... All right.

All right, let's get it over with.

Thank you.

That's the same one.

I told Marty to get rid of it, but... My therapist would say that that was

masochistic. She had to be masochistic to be married to Walter.

Well, maybe she's keeping it to remind her that things could be worse.

She could still be married to him.

Oh, Bob, come on now. Don't be such a straight arrow.

You knew how Marty felt about Walter.

You knew that. We hated each other.

I'm sorry. I owe all of you an apology for my very bad behavior.

I was looking at this coin, Bob.

And you're right.

We must do everything that we can for Eric.

How can I help?

We have to go back to that night, Marty.

Honey, if you don't feel up to it, we can tell him everything. No, not

everything. He weren't here in this room.

No, they weren't.

You were all going to the club that night.

Yes, the club.

We were always going to the club.

Judy and Ken.

Beth and Ari.

Our lives have settled into a sort of comfortable routine.

When in doubt...

Call the Davins, call the Armsteads, and make a reservation at the club.

And?

Try to act civilized.

Make another evening pass.

But that particular evening was different.

No.

It was not different.

Walter was his usual loving son.

Oh, poor, unhappy Marty. How long have you been weeping on Eric's shoulder?

Walter, please.

Oh, Walter, please.

Well, maybe I will give you your freedom, but it'll cost.

How much are you worth to Eric?

What are you talking about?

A divorce. It's yours. A good rinse for $50 ,000.

You'd ask Eric for money?

Well, you don't have it, that's for sure.

Besides, he'd be getting a bargain.

You're right at your peak now, baby.

Another year and you'll start downhill.

Son of a...

Hey, come on, Lord.

Coming. Those are our friends out there. Take that tragic look off your face.

All you have is clients. Yeah, well, you live off them just like me. Tell them,

Marty, 50 ,000, or you can whistle for divorce.

I'm glad he's dead.

Here, here.

And right after that, you went to the club.

No. No, not all of us.

Hey, come on, they're all...

Hey, Walt, you're not even dressed yet.

Sorry, sorry. All you get is my wife. I'm stuck here tonight.

Business again?

A couple of calls from Europe on that gold deal. If I finish up in time, I'll

try to join you later.

But you're going to end up owning the world.

Well, I better if I'm going to make you and Ken rich.

Have a good time, dear.

Oh, by the way, if you see Eric, give my regards.

I was wondering if you were going to be here tonight.

Hi.

Marty, you look sensational.

Thank you.

Well, grab a chair.

Well, thanks.

Um, can I buy anybody a drink, huh?

As a matter of fact... Later, thank you, Eric. Right now, Harry and I are going

to dance. Oh, come on. We dance or we go home. Come on.

Oh, Herman.

Marty, how long is this going to last?

We should have told him weeks ago.

Weeks ago, I wasn't sure.

And now?

Now I am.

Does he understand that?

Eric, I'm afraid of him.

You mustn't be, not anymore.

He said some terrible things tonight.

We're not waiting. I'm going to talk to him right now. No, there's no better

time. Please, Eric, don't. Stay away from him. Come on, Marty, this is the

beginning, not the end.

I want you to be careful.

Don't worry now. I love you so much.

Well, then don't worry.

He won't ever bother you again.

I thought it was kind of funny that, uh...

That he left the club so soon after we got there.

All you cared about was that drink he promised you. All I cared about was

getting off that dance floor.

According to your testimony, you didn't stay at the club very long.

No. Somehow it was an off evening for all of us, especially Marty, so we

it up early and took her back home.

I'm sorry to break up the evening so early.

There are things on my mind.

Walter?

Walter?

Get me the police.

That's it, Bob.

Know any more than you did before? Enough to make me believe that Eric

innocent.

We checked out all four Annette Thompsons. One was black and 50.

Two were way too old. And the last was young and beautiful.

But no limp.

We saw that right off.

But Ed wanted to question her anyway. Just trying to be thorough.

Uh -huh.

I'll bet Annette Thompson has a phony name.

I'll bet you win your bet. So did Anton.

Regroup and refill.

Capital idea. You have exactly two minutes to enjoy it.

I hate drinking coffee under pressure.

Where to?

NY the Rush.

Records opens precisely at 9.

I'd like to have the notes on the Oaks trial back here by 9 .27.

Files should be here in a minute.

By your size of water?

Oh, I hardly know you.

That isn't just typical.

Sergeant Brown?

Not available.

What? The...

Eric, Oak's file's not available. Well, it has to be on file.

Well, it was, but it's not now.

Why not?

Honey, reporters' notes only have to be held five years.

Sometimes we keep them a little longer till we get around to weeding them out.

Then they're burned.

It's routine.

Was it important?

Yeah.

When were those particular records discovered?

One moment.

Go five seconds off.

If that isn't just typical.

If only he'd come a day earlier. Those notes were destroyed yesterday.

Next up, the Paxton foursome. First team.

Paxton foursome, please.

Not until you answer my question, Lee. I have a hard time getting one game a

month. I want to know why you ordered those notes destroyed.

quite a charge. You can always make a complaint.

Bob, that file was earmarked for destruction.

You know the law, you know the date. The fact that it happened last night was an

unfortunate coincidence.

I wouldn't get too upset with it, Bob, if I were you. Eyes clear, voice steady.

You know, you're good.

You're very, very good.

All right, for the sake of arguments.

Why would I want to see those records buried? Probably because you don't want

risk exposing a major mistake at this stage of your career.

Mr. Paxton, please, your party is waiting.

You've become more concerned with politics than with justice, Lee.

And that's a shame and a waste.

From now on, my office is interested only in evidence. No more conversation.

Present some probative facts.

And in case you've forgotten, I'm sure Mr. Sanger can tell you what that means.

I'll see you in court.

No wonder you didn't join me. Whoever said that Sir Gallow had had to be

Besides, I figured the conversation would be much better out here.

It undoubtedly was.

The DA is covering up? Yes.

His political hide.

Why was it your place at four o 'clock?

Where were you?

Busy. You should have waited.

We happen to have a family.

I hadn't noticed, baby.

I'll see you later.

When? Huh?

How? Wait!

Eric

always

said the door was open when he came back that night.

That Walter was already dead.

Nobody believed it.

I didn't.

Escape is sleep.

Ollie, I can't sleep.

I keep dreaming about Eric and that awful prison.

We've both been prisoners since that night.

Except that your imprisonment has been voluntary.

Has it?

After I gave my testimony, every word that I said in court was distorted into

some...

Laureate in decency.

And then came those obscene letters and phone calls.

Incredible midnight visitors.

That was a long time ago, Marty.

Yes, but people here don't forget.

You have friends?

That's the Clavins and the Armsteads. That's all.

Let me take that.

I was rude to them the other night, and it's your fault for bringing back

memories.

Memories have been coming back to me, too.

Help me remember, Marty.

Help me remember if Walter had any enemies, any disputes, any serious

Only with me.

What about the day before the murder?

Bob, that was seven years ago. An argument. Raised voices.

I just don't remember.

I do.

Not by the tennis courts.

Your maid heard Walter and somebody, a man, two angry voices, threatening.

Walter was ordering him off his property, telling him never to come

come on, Marty.

Who was it?

His name was Murdoch.

I was on my way home.

He was the club tennis pro. You remember that, don't you, Marty?

Hal Murdoch.

Of course I do.

You're right. Walter did throw him out.

Bob, what about him?

Detailed? He fitted in with all the others?

What details? What others?

Again, these little bits and pieces are all I have.

These and our memories.

Yours, mine, Marty's. Come on, Bob.

That's precious little to build a case on, isn't it? But I'm going on with it.

Now move.

Attaboy. That's all right. You'll get it this time.

That's it. Now bend your knees.

That's right. Now move to the ball. To the ball. Keep your eyes on the ball.

Attaboy. Attaboy.

There you go.

And that's okay.

Come on.

Listen, I want to tell you the truth. I have never seen such progress in the

boy, all right?

You know you're going to be beating your brother in a couple of weeks, you know?

Thank you.

Okay, see you next month. Okay.

You're a very good teacher.

Thank you.

Poor kid, his old man expects miracles.

Both of us.

Well, it's your turn, Chief. I got about 15 minutes before my next lesson. Do

you want to see me now?

The argument you had with Walter Booth.

Yeah, well, I gave Booth tennis lessons. At the house? Sure. In his own court.

Sometimes he didn't show up. Wore me about 50 bucks for those no -shows. Said

wouldn't pay for lessons he didn't take. But all I've got to sell is my time,

right? Well, what it's worth, you had the winning case.

Yeah, well, so when I put it to him, things got a little heated up. A lot of

yelling and stuff.

And I left with nothing.

Which is the story of my life.

I told all that to the cops way back. And somebody must have asked why Booth

wouldn't pay up. He was wealthy enough.

You asking me now? That's what I'm doing.

Well, Booth put up a big front.

But, man, he was buck -tivated.

Dead broke.

You know, you hear a lot of things around the club, right?

You know what a hustler is?

Hey, golf hustler, tennis hustler.

Booth was a deal hustler.

Big hotel deal up the coast, only they never got to be a hotel cattle deal.

Except no cattle, a big gold deal in Europe.

Just come up with the cash, baby.

Even off to cut me in if I brought in some investors for those gold pieces,

coins, or whatever they were. You mean, uh... Like this?

Just another phony deal.

Anyway, I never got my 50 bucks.

And I have gotten a lesson.

Maybe you can give me another minute.

Knight Booth was killed.

You remember where you were?

I told the police I had a date.

An all -nighter. Oh, yes.

Well, you talked to the...

What was her name?

Now, how would I remember a thing like that?

The world is full of one -night stands. I hardly know their names the next

morning.

Is that shocking?

My friend, I stopped being shocked the day I found out ice cream

cones were hollow.

A couple of details on the Madigan case.

They can wait.

A reminder from your dentist about checkups? That certainly can wait.

And, uh, a Mr. Tim Hawkins called.

Said he'd drop by to see you tonight if it's convenient.

Tim Hawkins?

Well, he said you were old friends.

We certainly are.

He's the most amiable Cobra I know.

What irresistible force blasted you out of party headquarters?

I just came by for a little chat.

Coffee? Don't mind if I do.

And put a little touch in it.

You want something, Tim?

No.

Actually, I have something for you.

There's a difference, Bobby.

In your case.

Very often the same thing.

I don't know if you've ever done that thing with me.

Don't tell me you're giving me a new chair.

No.

Maybe a new job.

It's good coffee. Of course it's good coffee.

What kind of new job?

Oh, say, a change of venue like Washington.

And I don't mean Seattle.

Tim, you dance like an...

sides, and I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that you're even

Now, there's a job in the Justice Department, very high up.

Big leads, Bobby.

Well.

Well, that is flattering.

That's not meant to be.

We think you do a great job.

The fellas on the inside who make the wheels turn.

Very interesting.

Justice Department.

Sounds good, huh? Sounds impressive.

You really think I might fit in?

Well, Bobby, we don't pick losers, but of course you'll have to watch it. Be

careful how you present yourself to the public and the wheels.

You said I had a pretty good image.

You do now, but if you start stirring up trouble...

What trouble?

Well, this Eric Oakes business, for instance.

You'll have to drop it.

Now, how would the wheels know about that?

Oh, one big family. That's how we take care of each other. And Lee Paxton's on

your Christmas needy list.

Bobby, you push this Oakes affair, it means we've picked a man who says the

truth on Sunday was positively not the same truth on Friday. Now, right there,

the old opposition can twist that.

Just like saltwater taffy in a beachfront candy shop. Oh, spare me the

color, Tim. Every time you come up with a hatchet job, you go into that phony

Will Rogers act. And it won't work, not with your accent.

Well, the word is this. We want you to stop playing chicken little. It's your

sky and ours, too.

Now, we don't believe you can make a case for Oaks. All you can do is make a

fool out of yourself. And if lightning strikes and you do turn something...

still makes a fool out of me. And Paxton and the rest of us.

If groceries are getting any more expensive, you're going to have to...

me. That's all right, Mark. My friend was just leaving.

Well, think about it, Bobby. No, I won't think about it, because if I think

about it, I'll get mad. And if I get mad, I'll lose my objectivity.

And I don't want to ever lose my objectivity over friends like you.

Good night, Robert.

Good night, Timothy.

Price of success in the world of politics.

What?

You never know what anything's worth until somebody puts a tag on it. Yeah,

the grocery.

The Oaks case is getting expensive for someone.

Yeah, well, it's not costing anybody any more than Oaks himself.

deep slash.

Took almost 20 stitches.

But that was it.

Oaks was lucky.

About the only luck he's had in the last seven years.

I'd like a favor.

What can?

Package on the convict Derek killed.

What's the point?

I'm satisfied it was self -defense.

There was no connection between us. Not here in prison.

But the link may be in that file.

Well, technically I should clear that. It's a serving time for a murder he

didn't commit. I'll put him here.

Those are technicalities enough for me.

Now, when can you send someone for that file?

Your wheelchair's beginning to look like a steamroller.

Then I suggest you step aside, Charlie.

Gordon told me the official version. One man killed, one man injured. No charges

being brought against anyone. Now, what's your version?

No version. Somebody tried to kill me. I got lucky, that's all. You know the man

you killed?

I mean, you did kill him.

It was self -defense.

Now, you've got to believe that. I do.

Now, did you know him?

No, I never saw him before.

Any enemies here?

I don't have any real friends, but no, no enemies.

All right.

I'm going to have the warden isolate you, Eric. Thanks. That'll make life

more pleasant than it's been.

Start feeling sorry for yourself. I just want you to stay alive long enough for

a new trial.

You believe I'm innocent? More important, someone knows you're

Or you wouldn't be wearing that.

Well, then proving it is something else again.

But there's a note and a coin. Which have led us nowhere.

Well, then there must be something else. At the moment, nothing.

Not even patience or blind faith.

Eric, you are going to get out of here.

You are going to go free.

You count on it.