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Why are you wearing such a can't-be-done face?

What seems to be your problem this time?

Well you want the girl to come on new,

center stage on the rostrum, end of scene seven.

The same girl, at the beginning of scene eight,

to shoot up through a trap door,

stage right, as Marie Antoinette?

And you're gonna tell me she doesn't have enough time

to make the costume change, right?

Right.

Well then she won't make it, will she, Milner?

She'll make it onstage, assisted by two handmaidens.

The three of them fan with a huge ostrich feather,

manned by an Black page boy.

She changes on stage.

Let the audience know it's in the theater,

that's kind of Brechtian.

No, it ain't mate.

It's pure Ted Callender.

But not for long.

Not if the mailbox murderer has his way.

Don't joke about that, Jen.

Ted, you're not taking it seriously?

Give me that.

I's the fourth threatening letter I've had in six days,

yes, I think you might say I'm beginning to take it serious.

"Your time has run out, scum.

You have ignored my warnings to call off your filthy,

obscene show, so you must die.

God have mercy on your dirty soul."

I don't understand, you laughed off the other letters.

Yeah, well I'm not laughing this one off, darling.

I'm beginning to think it's not a hoax.

This lunatic means it, I can just feel it.

Do you want me to call the police, Mr. Keller?

No, they'd just say it was one of me publicity gimmicks.

So would everybody else.

Anything else lovely in the mail?

No, nothing urgent.

I wish you'd let Gus call the police.

Over my dead body.

That's the giggle of the year, isn't it?

The police will only believe that someone's threatening

to do me in if someone actually does me in.

That's some situation, that's Brechtian for you.

Go on out the front, the two of you,

I wanna show you something that I've been working on.

It's an effect for an entrance.

According to payroll, this check is correct.

Correct?

My name, that's correct, but that's just about it.

No, sir, the amount.

This is your correct take-home.

Look honey, the way I see it,

somebody has already taken a heavy chunk of it home first.

Well there is with-holding.

You mean with grabbing?

Well it's 20% federal and 10% state.

Now there's where I got you, you see.

State, because I don't live in this state.

7906 West 46 Street.

Well, that's the hotel where I live, yeah,

but I'm a trench, which you see,

I'm just waiting there until I can go home.

Well, it says on your W6 assignment,

inner city training program.

But that is a temporary assignment.

But it doesn't say temporary.

But it doesn't say permanent, does it?

We're required to deduct the full amount.

If you wish to file for a refund,

you can fill out this We or six.

Well, okay, we'll just let that go here.

What is this, 695?

That's departmental health and welfare.

Well, I'm already covered for that in Taos.

Well, this is for New York.

You know, my health is all right, but if you keep dipping,

you're gonna put me on welfare, that's for sure.

Now what is this 273 here.

Ordinance.

Bullets?

Range order 2701, 60 rounds, 45 caliber.

Well, that's just for target practice, now.

All the trainees have to shoot that.

Well, you're allowed a hundred rounds.

This represents an overage.

Now you tell me.

The rest of it is fringe benefits.

I can see that.

Tax collector gets all the benefit,

and I'm left with the fringe.

Well, never mind.

According to overtime, you've earned two extra days off.

You're entitled to 48 hours on the town.

Well, you know something?

I'd ask you out for dinner, but according to this,

I can't afford nothing but a glass

of water and free ketchup.

I accept.

Hey, there you go.

I know there's a murder done every half hour in America,

but I didn't come here to help you fill your quota.

Bill, this may be just routine to you, chief.

I know exactly how you feel, Mr. Callender,

and why you're here.

Yeah?

Well maybe then you know that I will not be stepping out

into your fair city, not without two

of New York's finest to keep me company.

And each of them with a loaded Tommy gun up his jumper.

Yes, Mr. Callender, you've made yourself clear,

loud and clear, three times.

I am sorry if my loud, crude,

vulgar voice has given you a headache.

The pain, Mr. Callender, is not in my head.

You're a charmer, you are.

Well I almost had it.

You know what sort?

The sort of headache you get when lead

goes in here and comes out here.

What have I gotta do to get a little bit

of protection around here?

Maybe look in the yellow pages for the mafia?

Rent a gunman to guard me?

I'll tell ya, if I called them,

they'd be here in five minutes-

That won't be necessary, sir.

We might be able to cater to you quicker,

even though we're undermanned and overworked.

Now, if you'll wait outside?

Right.

What do you think of that story?

A shot in the dark, literally.

Right.

He could've pulled the trigger, then hidden the gun.

All for publicity.

He's pulled so many stunts like this all over Europe.

Almost as dramatic, but not quite.

Well, this may be genuine, we have to treat it that way.

Assign an officer to him right now.

Who can you spare?

No one.

No one?

Joe.

Marshall McCloud, how would you like

to break into show business?

If Callender is trying to wolf this in publicity,

well, at least you'll have had your chance

to see the cooky side of New York police work.

All cooky, isn't it?

That depends on how you look at it.

You're gonna look at it from underground for awhile.

Underground theater, off Broadway.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Down in Mexico, we got television and magazines,

even though we're what you might call way off Broadway.

Is this that we got to go on?

Yeah.

Callender claims he destroyed the others.

Well, I guess this one's enough.

For what?

To tell me that this note wasn't put together

by a religious fanatic.

See now, a true, genuine believer's gonna use a big G.

Congratulations.

You've narrowed it down to a non-religious fanatic.

Just let me zero in on this Callender character for you.

He's, well you might find him sort of a little hostile.

Blimey, what a sight for sore eyes

you are, I don't think.

You make me feel very confident, I must say.

Confident about diabolical disaster.

Can't you make that entrance look

like it means something, darling?

You're a sacrificial maiden on the edge of death.

You look like a Long Island oaf

'cause you've just run out of anchovies.

Miss Houghton, I realize this is

your very first stage appearance,

but you don't have to look as though you were seized

and flung on in front of an unsuspecting public.

Come here.

Would you like me to explain the scene to you again?

It's not necessary.

You see, darling, the idea is sacrifice.

Human sacrifice, yesterday and today.

Over here, we have the today scene.

Takeover of a big corporation.

The sacrifice of a man who built it from nothing.

Off he goes, his day is done, he's served his purpose.

He doesn't resist, it's all in the game.

He knows the rules.

Listen!

Now, over here, we have the yesterday scene.

My love, by a primitive tribe.

Thousands of years ago, but it's exactly the same scene.

And you know the rules, too.

You see, the tribe desperately needs the harvest.

There's drought over the porridge fields,

blight on the off-crops or some bloody catastrophe or other.

And so a sacrifice has to be made.

A sacrifice of a beautiful girl.

Now, why beautiful, I got no idea at all.

'Cause if I lived in those days,

I'd choose some rotten old boyle to sacrifice.

But it's tradition, darling.

The rules, and you want to be sacrificed.

Jewel, you're that kind of stupid, primitive, confused bird.

The sacrificial type, born to it.

So for God sake and mine, when you come

on that stage, come on transported with joyl

Not looking like you're an hour late

for an appointment to have your eyebrows plucked.

May I try it again?

What?

May I try it again?

I don't know, can ya?

If you want me to.

Thanks.

But I'd rather eat lunch.

You just gotta face it, love, you don't have that spark

that lights the whole stage up

and turns the people out walking on air.

Must we talk about it now?

I'm quite positive that Mr. McCloud is not interested.

What do you want to eat, Mac?

1 highly recommend the escargot.

Order anything you like, it's on me.

I gotta see a man about a column.

It's the theater editor from some big magazine over there.

Ted never misses a chance like that.

And you're not gonna miss this chance to talk to me alone.

Anyway, you're taking a long way around,

why not simply suspect me?

Because you still love him.

You're right.

Ted had a partner in London.

They could've financed this American production themselves,

but Ted gave him everything except the American rights

to get rid of him and to have the spotlight all to himself.

That's Ted, he can't share with anyone, anytime.

So those headlines, "Ted and Jennifer,” they bug him.

But they're still your favorite reading matter,

is that right?

It's a sad thing, Marshall, to realize

that the best thing you can do

for the one you love is get out of his sight.

Ta-da.

Like you got what you wanted.

More.

I'm on the cover in exchange for an exclusive.

It's marvelous.

Ted Callender masterminds the shortest theatrical career

on record.

Who's?

Yours.

The only actress in history who retired before she debuted.

See, a story like that's good,

it shows I can admit a mistake and correct it.

I's good for me image, and your nerves, Jenny.

Hey, you're relieved, aren't you darling?

I'll bet you a pound, you're relieved.

Just think of it darling, this afternoon,

instead of going to the theater for

that rotten old rehearsal, you'll toddle off up to my digs,

get everything ready for the party tonight, right?

You can take the car.

Here's the keys in case I forget.

You finished with this.

Yes Ted, quite finished.

I'm not hungry, I think I'll go up to the house right now.

Excuse me.

That's a good idea, darling.

See anything you want, Mac?

Yeah, except it's not on the menu.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I reckon that you will find

that the foot feed was rigged as well as the brakes.

No.

No, we walked over to the restaurant,

it's on the same block with the theater.

Well, I'll tell ya, whoever fixed the car had all morning

to do it, or have it done for him.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

There you go.

Mr. Callender, about that party of yours tonight.

I ain't calling it off.

You know it's gonna be very difficult to guard you

with all those people there.

Well, that's your problem, mate.

It's your life.

Ain't it marvelous?

First of all, they think I'm shooting at myself

and then mucking up my car, just to get my picture

in the paper, and now all of a sudden,

now don't get me wrong, I am honored that you

and your lot finally believe me at last,

but business is business, and that party is my business.

And catching and clobbering that homicidal critic is yours.

I can't guarantee your safety if you don't cooperate.

Guarantee?

You didn't do too good a job guaranteeing

it just now, did ya?

When my car played high speed hopscotch

halfway across New Yorkl

Ted, Mr. McCloud couldn't have known

they'd tamper with that car.

Mr. Callender is right to excuse me, Ms. Houghton,

but it's my job to anticipate and to prevent.

That's why I want you to call off the party for tonight.

Not a chance, mate.

It's business.

Publicity, a 1983 party.

A million dollars' worth of free publicity for the show.

I did the same in London.

It was a little different.

Nobody threatened your life in London.

Mac, darling, wherever I am, there's a dozen people

who wanna kill me.

The only novelty here is somebody said it out loud.

As a little bigger novelty, this time

he might get the job done.

I got a couple policemen to guard you while I'm gone.

Gone where?

Just to check out something.

Checking out what?

Maybe nothing.

That's the way police work is, dead ends and dull.

It's not all spotlights and spangles.

If you're feeling all right, darling,

I've gotta get off to rehearsal.

There is something.

All right, you can be in the play.

Maybe I was hasty.

Thanks.

But that's not exactly.

Ted, will you sit down for a minute?

I don't have time to sit down, do I darling?

Now what is it, Jen?

Will you marry me?

I knew it.

I show you one bit of natural sympathy.

And I'll trade on it, right.

You're brazen, that's what you are, Jen.

Dead brazen.

No, just feminine and ruthless.

Besides one of us had to come out with the word marry.

Why?

Because I'm right for you.

And if it takes a car crash for you to see it.

Could be in a bloody earthquake,

and it wouldn't mean a thing to me.

You always exaggerate.

Forget it.

We're all right as we are.

We're miserable the way we are.

And we're all right as far as I'm concerned.

Ted.

I don't wanna hear any more

about the marriage, do you understand?

No more, finished.

You through with this?

Yes, that certainly is one of our cards,

but I'm afraid I don't understand.

Does your company still deal in jewelry

with the Houghton family?

Yes, we've had their account for three generations.

Well, Jennifer Houghton was in a car accident today.

Now she's not hurt, but we found this card spilled out

of her purse near the scene of the crash.

I'm afraid I don't see the connection.

Well I'm afraid I don't either, Mr. Grantley,

between Jennifer Houghton and your company.

You see, when she decided that she would go bohemian,

she did a pretty good job of it.

She cut herself off from her family,

from their money, from their way of life,

and I just don't understand why

she would keep a society jewelers business card

in her purse.

I suggest you ask her.

Well listen, Grantley, I come all the way

across town to ask you.

Mr. McCloud, a jeweler is sometimes called upon

to be as discreet as a lawyer or a doctor.

Well our clients rely on our integrity.

Is Jennifer Houghton still a client of yours, is she?

No, I didn't say that.

It's just that you don't wanna break a certain confidence

that she's placed in you.

Exactly.

Well, I think you better.

Allow me to be a judge of that.

No, I'm afraid that you're gonna have to allow me.

Now you can consider this an official police question.

Jennifer Houghton didn't quite take

to her vow of bohemian poverty 100%.

On the day she announced her rejection

of her family's wealth with such a flourish of trumpets,

she sold some her jewelry to me for $100,000.

Well, actually she wanted the transection kept quiet.

It might have blunted the edge of her idealistic fervor.

I have all the details here in my account.

Here we are.

April the 26th, cash payment.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Grantley.

Now of course you will consider

this investigation strictly confidential.

I mean, I can rely upon your discretion?

Do you mind if I tell you something?

If I was the marrying kind.

McCloud.

How do things look there?

Like Halloween.

Well now you know what a show folk hoedown looks like.

Yeah, well to tell you the truth, chief,

I don't think this party or the show that he's fixing

to put on would move too many tickets down in Taos.

Thanks, it was a beauty.

Don't mention it.

I wanna mention it, and a lot more, besides.

What?

When can we talk

about the greatest publicity gimmick you've ever heard?

What's wrong with right now?

Nothing.

80 talk.

Only in private.

It's that good?

It's that good.

Hey darling, I gotta talk to this geezer.

Won't you first finish what you were gonna say?

It sounded like it was gonna be so nice.

I don't know why that's such a surprise to everyone.

I'm a very nice fella.

I just like to put business first.

Well hurry back.

I promise.

You know, you may not be on this case much longer,

we've had a couple of confessions here.

Couple?

Yes, we do things big in New York.

Either one of them checks out for real

and we'll pull off the surveillance.

As far as I'm concerned, you can call them off right now.

And to spoil all your fun?

I owed you a night out on the town.

Yeah.

Well, let me tell you, you still owe me

a night out on the town.

Goodbye, Marshall.

You didn't say what magazine you were with.

Tell you, Mr. Callender.

You see it really doesn't matter.

Why?

Because, because the world would be better off without you.

Now take it easy.

Tear down that which has taken centuries to build.

Now don't get excited.

No!

This is hopeless.

A thousand bleating villains, and not one

of them looks like the perisher that shot me.

Why you wanted her ladyship, I've got no idea,

I really haven't.

She just caught one glimpse of the geezer downstairs.

She's probably looking for someone with emerald eyes,

purple hair rolls and lightning flashing out of his ooder.

Keep looking all the same.

What giant step forward have you got

to report, Sherlock?

Anything yet?

I got the ballistics report back.

According to the picture, the gun

that was used tonight's not the same one

that was fired in the theater.

How very significant.

Do you realize what that means, my dear?

Well, it means that over here,

anyone can own two unregistered guns.

Even a homicidal ham.

What are you doing analyzing bullets?

Why aren't you out there trying to catch this fella?

Homicidal ham?

You mean actor?

Did I say?

Yes, Ted.

What makes you think he's an actor?

I don't know.

Everything about him, I guess.

I mean, it's just in a way he acted.

Then we could be looking in the wrong book.

We got an APB out on him, but we don't have any picture.

We do now.

Ron Hearst came up with a casting directory.

Is this how they get their jobs?

I guess it's supposed to help.

You don't deal much with actors down on the farm, do ya?

No, there's not too many of them out on the Mesa.

Most of them are normal, hard working people,

but there's an element that's emotionally unstable,

psychically insecure.

You take that for starters, stir with frustration,

add a gun, and you'll come up with Les Lander.

Yeah, for them, it's not all the world's a stage,

it's the stage is all the world.

You read Shakespeare in the bunk house?

I thought that was Zane Grey.

Not be at me own first night?

You know, Mr. Callender, I warned you

against having the party, tried to get you to call it off.

You're lucky you just got wing.

You do me a favor, don't lecture me.

Yeah, you bet, seeing that you know it all.

What does that mean?

I know what?

Les Lander's the kind of guy just gotta try

and pick you off opening night at the theater.

By what, a dramatic effect?

It would bring the house down.

It might, at that.

Curtain falls on Callender's life,

as curtain rises on his greatest triumph.

You know, Mac?

You're getting as bad as us.

You're thinking of scenes and stages.

Yeah, well there's one scene that I'm not interested in,

and that's seeing innocent people shot up

at the theater tonight.

I dunno, it'd be the last word in publicity

for a show called overkill, wouldn't it?

Hope you don't mind my asking you to talk.

Well it depends on what you wanna talk about.

We could compare notes

about the world situation and maybe just talk

about the weather.

It's about Ted.

Now how'd you guess?

I had a feeling you're a good guy

who wants to warn me about a bad guy.

Maybe wouldn't go that far, but.

So, secret Marshall,

he's vain and selfish and ruthless.

Well you're saying it, it's not me.

All right, you say it.

Well that's kind of hard to say,

seeing you're as far ahead of me.

Was gonna tell you about horse

that I used to know back home.

He could run faster and buck harder than any horse in Taos,

and even though I knew that he's mean and ornery,

I just kind of got challenged into trying to break him.

Do you think Ted's just a challenge?

Worth thinking about.

Let me ask you a question, Marshall.

Shoot.

This bucking Bronco back in Taos,

the one you felt you had to break?

Did you?

Did I break him?

Come to think of it, I did.

Aright fine saddle horse, too.

Goodnight, Marshall.

It is worth thinking about.

Car's ready, Miss Houghton.

Yeah, well she's not.

Well I have to get to the theater.

No, just wait a minute.

Can't go without I give you a cuddle first, can ya?

I don't understand.

Well you know I got rid of the sling

so I could give you a right whole two-handed cuddle.

I mean, that's customary isn't it?

You know, after a proposal?

Providing the lady says yes.

I'm sorry I popped the question in front of old Mac here,

but well, those coppers never leave me alone nowadays.

Anyway, how many girlfriends do you know

that gauged there with a police escort?

I know that scratch I've got on me arm was hardly

what you call a brush with death,

but being shot at really made me think.

I don't know another girl who'd put up with my nonsense

and carrying on the way you do.

So I thought I better grab you while the grabbing's good.

"Cause I love you.

Well, now the cuddling bit's over,

we should have a drop of champagne, right?

I know, and you're gonna tell me you can't have a drink,

Mac, because you're on duty, right?

That's right, I'm on duty.

There you are, darling.

How would you like to be married

to someone who's predictable as that?

I don't know.

I'm not used to the idea of marrying someone

as unpredictable as you.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

Please catch that man.

We'll do the best we can.

Champagne coming up.

Here you are, my love.

There we go.

Do me a favor, would you make the toast, Mac?

Well, I think I can manage that.

May you both be in heaven one hour

before the devil knows you're dead.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Well if you go on, get to the theater, you.

I hate to leave you.

I don't want you to go.

I'll call you from there though,

when they're into the first scene.

All right. Listen.

Forget all that rubbish I told you about,

you're gonna be marvelous in the part.

I'm gonna be proud of you, I know it.

You call me?

Yeah.

Ta-da, love.

Very much.

Nice bird, ain't she?

What do you think about it all?

What do I think about it?

Yeah.

Well, I tell ya, I think she's in for trouble.

What?

I feel sorry for her.

Frankly, Mac, I don't bloody well care what you feel.

I'm too happy.

Much too happy.

What are you doing here now?

You're not on until just before intermission.

How do I look?

You're gonna knock 'em dead.

Hey, are you all right?

I'm just a little jittery.

I gotta tell you something.

What?

Ted and me are getting married.

I guess that's enough to knock anybody off-balance.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Curtain's going up about now.

Do you realize what that means, is shear, hard labor?

What does it mean in hard cash?

What, to put on a show?

"Bout $100,000.

Really?

Well, I suppose you didn't have

any trouble raising the money after your London success.

Who's backing you here?

Sorry, Mac.

That's classified information.

There is where you even draw the publicity line?

Yep.

The only thing that you or anybody else read

about that was this.

April the 26th, cash payment.

She sold some of her jewelry to me, for $100,000.

Hello?

Jenny.

Yeah, hi.

They're into the first scene.

You know, the tribal symbolism?

It's.

It's going well.

Dear.

What's the matter, Jenny?

Ted?

I it's all right, I'll just get her a drink.

She's dead, Mr. Callender.

I don't understand this.

It says best wishes from somebody I don't even know.

I bet she drank that.

It was meant for me.

I bet it's loaded with poison.

It was how he was gonna get at me.

Instead he got, got Jen.

Hello?

Yeah, this is McCloud speaking.

Really?

Yeah.

Right. Well, listen, you better do it.

Better get a hold of Chief quickly,

tell him that Jenifer Houghton's dead.

All right.

Caught Les Lander, they need you

for the identification.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're waiting for.

But meantime, legally, you're up to your knees in quicksand.

Which means the entire PD has gotta go slow and easy.

Well all I did is ask Callender

to stick around for a spell.

That's not the way he could tell it

if he was out to make some news.

Right.

Wrongful detention, unlawful arrest,

be as corpus, British council, all over the front page.

You give the orders.

You want me to turn him loose?

All right, five minutes.

If the lab boys don't call from the house in five minutes,

I can't let you hold him a second longer.

What do you want with me now, Mac?

Haven't I been through enough for one night?

I think that it's best that you read

Les Lander's statement.

Look, I identified him, right?

Somehow I kept me hands away from his wind pipe.

Now that's me luck, I don't wanna read his lousy statement.

Well, I'll just give you the heavy parts.

You see, he admits attempting murder the other night

at your house, but that's all that he admits.

From sending the threat note

to putting poison in the champagne, he says,

"-no, sir, it wasn't me."

'Course he does, I'm not surprised.

People always deny their guilt.

Well, he's not guilty.

You see, Les Lander didn't send those notes.

He got fired up by all the publicity though,

and he tried to carry out the threats in "em,

but he didn't send 'em.

He fired the shot at your house the other night,

and that's all, and that's all that he's being charged with.

Is it?

While my poor Jen lies dead, burned out with poison,

all you're gonna nail him with is taking a shot

at me in the hand?

What sort of policeman are you?

What do you call that justice?

You take the word of that lunatic?

I think this is what you're waiting for, McCloud.

Let me see.

Yeah, yeah. Sure is.

Thank you, Gill.

I was asking a question before we were interrupted.

Yeah, why I feel that Les Lander is innocent.

Well, it's really very simple, Mr. Callender.

You see, Jennifer Houghton didn't die

of poison taken at the theater.

Are there any more of them like him?

'Cause if so, don't let 'em mess with big city police work.

It goes to their heads.

You're as nuts as Landers.

She didn't even have a drink there.

Don't you trust the evidence of your own eyes?

You planted the wine there, and the glass.

Just like you planted the poison in her drink at the house.

What are you saying?

I warn you, this has gone beyond a joke.

Along way beyond.

See, Mr. Callender, I sent a lab team out at your house.

Now you had already washed out the glass

that Jennifer drunk from, but they found exactly

what I thought they'd find.

They found small traces of poison in the waste pot,

where you had put it.

Now why would I do something like that?

Money.

Money and an oversized ego.

Jennifer Houghton financed this little project

of yours, secretly.

And if he killed her, of course, you could walk away

with all the profits for yourself.

And at the same time, you could give

your attention to the ladies.

But can you prove it?

The evidence is pretty conclusive.

You see, I knew that she didn't take a drink at the theater

because the lipstick, the natural lipstick on the glass,

didn't match the theatrical lipstick

that she was wearing at the time.

You make me laugh, you do.

I know your game, you're trying to build up a name

by busting me for homicide, and I know why.

"Cause there are gonna be plenty

of fireworks at the trial, right?

Newspaper headlines, television coverage,

all over the world.

Naturally I defend myself.

Why?

"Cause there's not a lawyer in the land

who can do to that jury what I can do, Mac.

I can mesmerize 'em, just like I mesmerized Jenny.

If I wanted to, I could mesmerize that judge.

Just a matter of waiting for the right moment,

and then, "I object, your honor!"

Just approach that bench.

And I could force that judge to look up to me.

To respect me.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

of course that glass is evidence.

It's proof. Proof of poisoning.

Poison isn't the instrument of an artist.

An artist can use his mind and his hands,

and make death a creation, and mold it."

You know Mac, I really owe you a debt of gratitude,

and do you know why?

Do you know what you've done for me?

You've given me the key to the whole candy store.

Million dollars worth of publicity.

Million dollars for me, for me personal account.

Why?

Because of a million dollar trial.

What is it?

Innocent until proven guilty, right, Mac?

Whatever the cost.

That's the American way, isn't it?

Yeah.

With all the bruising, pushing, hitting

and gabbing beneath the belt it takes from time to time.

That's right, it's the American way.

Let's go.

You know, McDuff, you know, I'm gonna make you a star.

You bet you are.