All language subtitles for matlock_s07e15_the_divorce

Clear.

Well... Why?

Why?

Duncan.

Oh, no, the disposal just tried to eat
my broom.

Yeah, yeah.

Have you got a blind date over there or
something for me?

No, I liked her.

What was her name?

Alice? Yeah, yeah.

Clara's Aunt Alice. Yeah, I liked her
fine. I liked 14 of her 15 cats.

But there was fur all over everything,
including Alice.

She kissed me goodnight, and I looked
like the Wolfman.

Well, all right, I'll be there at 6 o
'clock. Bye.

Good afternoon, sir. How are you today?
My name is Carl M. Fuqua. I'm here on

behalf of the Willow Springs Boys Club.

Oh, wonderful, Carl.

I gave it the office.

Isn't this your office?

Oh, it's one of them. I'm a chain like
Kmart.

I'm late for an appointment.

Are you all right?

I think I'm all here.

I'm called off.

No, no. No, I'm fine, really. Are you
sure? I think so.

Nothing seems to be broken.

Thanks.

Benjamin,

it is so good to see you. Don't you look
well?

Thank you.

Why am I here?

Still expecting your questions to be
answered the minute you ask them, aren't

you, Ben?

Set in my ways.

Before we get down to business, I have a
young, impetuous Montrachet I have been

waiting for a chance to craft. Benjamin,

this

isn't just wine. This is nectar of the
gods.

Oh.

You collect the glasses and Duncan
collects the wine. Aren't you the

couple?

Like all perfect couples, we have come
to the same conclusion at precisely the

same moment.

We want a divorce. And we'd like you to
help us.

How's that?

Well, you see, Ben, Duncan and I care
about each other deeply.

And we always will. But our marriage,
well, it's... It's like a tree. Though

roots go deep, the branches have been
diverging for quite some time.

A tree?

What are you talking... No, never mind.
Just settle your differences.

We're psychiatrists, Ben. We're
relationship experts.

Ours is in a state of transition from
perfect to over.

Well, I'm not a divorce lawyer.

Oh, but we want this to be amiable.

There are no children to consider.

Yeah, we just need help with the
paperwork.

You have to understand. The thing is,
the last thing we want are legal sharks

blooding our tranquil divorce waters
with greed and vindictiveness.

Please help us, Ben.

As friends.

Why are they getting a divorce?

Well... The way they put it to me, their
marriage is like a tree.

The roots go deep, but the limbs are
either rotten or growing every which

can't remember.

Sounds like they used the wrong
fertilizer.

Yeah. Not yet.

Hi.

Benjamin Matlock? Front and center. I
have a registered letter for you, signed

right there. Oh, okay.

Have a good one.

You have a better one.

What's that from?

That's from some lawyer here in Atlanta.

He's got to be kidding.

Just to inform you that my client, Carl
M. Fuqua, is bringing suit against you

for the dangerous condition of your
property.

Dangerous? You see anything dangerous?
You resulted in serious injury to my

client. There was no injury.

We suggest you turn this matter over to
your insurance company. You want to tell

me what this is all about?

This guy, Fuqua, comes here collecting
for some boy's cloth.

And you showed him the door.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, and the next thing I know, he's in
a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Did he seem hurt?

No.

No, he looked woozy when he first got
up. I asked him if he wanted to see a

doctor. He said he was fine, and he
walked away under his own power.

It's just insurance fraud, that's all.

Sounds like it to me. Oh, wait.

Insurance fraud or not, you've got to
respond. Let me handle this for you.

Once I finish with him, he won't know
what hit him.

And you folks got a problem?

Nothing we can't handle, Billy.

I figured something must be going on,
otherwise you'd have given my boy Cliff

job by now, like you promised. I said
I'd try, Billy.

Leanne and I just started up a new
practice here, and there's not enough

for three people.

You better not be backing out of our
deal, Ben. You owe me. I don't owe you,

Billy. He got your son out from under a
murder rap. Isn't that worth something?

You just don't understand, Leanne.

Ben got out, got away from home, went to
law school.

He's a rich lawyer now.

I'd stay home. I'm just a poor working
man.

My sister Lucy loved him in high school.
He cast her aside like an old sock.

She never got over it. Dad?

I never cast her aside. I just started
dating. Old man Ignite's girl said you

liked the dimple on her chin.

Lucy cried and cried.

I wound up having to take care of Lucy
all these years, and you got to law

school. How work, Leanne.

I scraped and I sent my boy Cliff to law
school, and he owes me.

I don't owe you, Billy. You can't move
here to Willow Springs and bring that

of yours with you and hold your sister
over my head like this. The least you

do is give my boy a job, Ben.

Ben?

Ben?

What about the place in Aspen?

Oh, Duncan should have it. He's the one
who skis.

Not since I broke my leg two years ago.

You take it, darling.

Aspen's always been your place of
psychic renewal.

You're right.

But you must take the timeshare on
Hilton Head.

Looking forward to working on my golf
game. You know, I found my father's old

golf clubs in the garage.

Look at this, Ben.

Solid persimmon.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I wish you could work
things out, but...

If you'll give me your financial
statements, I can wrap this up in a

days. I'll have everything ready for you
tomorrow morning.

Thanks again for helping, Ben. Oh, well.

If everybody's like you, divorce lawyers
starve to death.

I love you.

I know.

Be right there, darling.

You are really something.

So are you, darling.

Now, sit down before your coffee gets
cold.

You know, this is fascinating. Before we
decided to get divorced, I doubt you

would have done anything like this for
me.

And if you had, I probably wouldn't have
noticed.

What's that, sweetheart?

I'm saying that now that we're getting
divorced, we're finally able to

appreciate each other. I mean, not as
husband and wife, but as individuals,

unique and special people we really are.

I know my eyes have been opened.

I'm real sorry about my dad. I know he
can be a pain.

Yeah.

Well... Simple, uncontested divorce like
this is good to cut your teeth on. Not

much money. No. But good experience.

That's what I'm here for.

Now, who are the Farmingtons? Oh,
they're the nicest people.

They've done real well for themselves.

Psychiatrists. Oh.

Friendly, nice.

Clara, my God!

Snakes for a snake, you worm!

Clara!

You haven't been to Aspen in over two
years, my foot!

It's not like you to overreact, Clara.

Overreact? If anything, I am
underreacting, considering the fact that

husband, who was supposed to be at a
professional conference in Chicago,

actually spent last February 1st through
10th in Aspen, charging champagne

dinners and massages and ladies' ski
clothes for some bimbo he was romancing

my house!

Not a bimbo!

It ended a long time ago, and it has
nothing to do with our divorce.

That's what you think.

Oh, okay. Now what are we doing?

Me! Clara!

What are you doing?

Renegotiating our property settlement.

Clara!

Clara! Oh, you darling, me!

See? That's overreacting. You aren't
even giving me a chance to explain. And

Clara, this is not very adult behavior.

That's my jewelry. This is mine.

That line.

Give me that.

Okay.

Regressing, are we?

Okay.

One infantile.

Duncan. You got it. Duncan, don't!

This is a nice house. Oh, yeah.

Probably television.

What the hell do you want?

Lander, and creep!

That friggin' shrew!

Wait a minute!

Yesterday, you were acting like you were
planning a wedding, not a divorce.

Now you're ready to kill one another.
What happened? He had an affair.

She's overreacting! I'm going home.

Wait, you can't go.

You're a lawyer.

Was your lawyer. I agreed to sign on to
do paperwork, not referee some

demolition derby. Get yourself another
lawyer. Get two!

Come on, Cliff!

You want infantile?

You got it. This means I'm out of a job.
We both are.

Mr. Boswick, my name is Leanne McIntyre.

Dixieland Insurance authorized me to
represent them in your client's personal

injury suit against Mr. Benjamin
Matlock.

The same Benjamin Matlock who just
happens to be your father.

I, um... I checked you out.

Good. And I can lay my cards on the
table.

Your client has no case. Now we could go
to court, trade witnesses, waste a lot

of time and money, or we could settle
right now.

I'm listening.

Granting that your client sustained any
injuries at all, which, from Mr.

Matlock's description of the accident,
seems highly unlikely, we feel that the

sum of $25 ,000 is more than adequate
compensation.

Well, Mr. Bostwick.

This must be a joke. I'm just waiting on
the punchline.

I didn't come here to play games, Mr.
Bostwick.

You're no fun at all, are you?

Okay.

Let's get serious.

Do you have a medical degree, Leanne?

May I call you Leanne?

No, Mr. Bostwick, you may not.

Cute. Real cute.

All right.

The insurance adjuster's already found
loose boards on your father's porch.

The doctors I talk to tell me that Carl
Fuqua sustained serious, permanent

damage to his neck and spine.

Your 25 grand wouldn't even take care of
the treatment he's had so far, much

less what he's going to need for the
rest of his life.

I assume you have a figure in mind.

Let's hear it.

A million dollars? Is he kidding?

Well, he said if we don't come up with
something in the high six figures, he'll

see us in court.

I can't wait.

A million dollars.

Shyster. You still want to take his
case?

You betcha.

Go get him.

Excuse us.

Ben, we are chagrined.

Mortified. Truly ashamed.

Can we please come in?

And all our repressed pain, anger, and
resentment came flooding forth in one

massive catharsis. Very liberating,
actually.

And now that we've worked through it, we
can move on.

And we really want you to help us.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Each of you needs a separate lawyer.

What a good idea.

Miss McIntyre can represent me.

Oh, well, I... Ben can represent me.
Clara, my darling, that's brilliant.

would keep it all in the family.

Oh, the last thing we want are strangers
coming in and making problems where

none exist.

Sharks bludgeoning in the water.

Oh, no, we acknowledge those negative
feelings, Ben, but believe me, this time

we really mean it. Oh, with you on
board, this divorce can be the positive,

-affirming process we know it can be.

I'm not sure this is the right way to go
about this.

Oh, but...

You've already done most of the work.
Are you sure you won't see it through?

What do you think, Dad?

I don't know. What do you think?

No, you fired my boy.

I didn't fire him. The case changed.
He's not right for it. Said you'd give

a job and then you fired him. I didn't
fire him.

He's not right for the case.

Not smart enough for you?

I'll have you know he graduated from law
school.

This has nothing to do with his law
school.

Maybe to you it don't. But I paid a lot
of money for that degree. And with your

help, Clifford's going to pay me back.

And then some.

We have a deal, Ben.

Why do you keep saying we have a deal?

I'm doing the best I can. What more do
you want?

Dinner would be nice.

I am so glad you and Ben are doing this.

Duncan is a dear, but can I tell you
something?

I am looking forward to not doing
someone else's laundry.

There is that.

I understand you're divorced?

Separated.

Any chance of reconciling?

Oh, no.

You know, to be honest, I hate to admit
that I failed at marriage.

Exactly.

You expect the perfect relationship,
then you're disappointed.

I don't know if I was expecting that.

Of course, I wasn't expecting him to run
off with a 25 -year -old aerobics

instructor either.

Oh.

Well, if your husband acted out his
negative feelings instead of working

through with you, perhaps you're better
off without him.

Will you look at this?

Glow in the dark pink.

He lied to me.

He's still having an affair.

Well, Clara, maybe he got it at work.
Maybe one of his patients was crying on

his shoulder.

Bull.

The SOB is having an affair.

Duncan and I... have come up with a
document that we think reflects both the

spirit and the letter of what was
discussed earlier.

That spirit has changed, Dad. Now, all
we have to do now... How's that?

A certain behavior has come to light
which substantially has changed my

predisposition. From now on, you can
have your girlfriends do your laundry.

Now what?

Clara thinks that Duncan is still having
an affair.

Oh, you are delusional. Don't try to
gaslight me, Duncan. That is not my

lipstick. Oh, so now you're going to
stick it to me. Oh, in spades.

Just what is it, Clara, exactly that you
think you're going to get? What is the

matter with you? One little piece of
lipstick. One little piece of lipstick.

We've got the papers right here, Leanne.
Let's just get them to sign in a few

places. Oh, Clara feels that Duncan
can't be trusted. I don't care if she

him or not. Let's just sign and get them
out of here. She thinks that if he lied

about this woman, he might be lying
about their joint assets, too. You're

overreacting. She smells a rat, Dad.

I don't care if she smells the skunk.
Maybe that's why her nose sticks up the

way it does. They wanted a simple
divorce, and now everything's gone to

because she found a little lipstick on
his shirt.

She feels he's not the trusted man she
thought he was. Who cares? Let's just

him to sign.

Dad, I'm her lawyer, and you're Duncan's
lawyer.

Yeah, what happened to that?

Shut up, Duncan.

That's very hostile of you, Beth. Dad,
your blood pressure. Who damned my blood

pressure? I never wanted anything to do
with this divorce.

And now my blood pressure's gone sky
high and my very own daughter's turning

against me.

Dad, I am just trying to do my job. I am
not turning against you. Turning

against me, turning against me, turning
against me.

I think we'd better bring this meeting
to a close.

But the papers.

Yeah, we have to reevaluate things.

I'll see you later.

Well, now you're mad.

Oh, I'm not mad.

Yes, you are. You're mad.

All right, I'm mad. I'll see you later.

Well, aren't you going to stay and have
something to eat?

I'll fix something good.

Maybe some eggs and grits.

Maybe some sardines.

Oh, my God.

That's my book!

Runs like a bandit, doesn't it?

It's back.

On my side, and I am prepared to defend
it.

Chateau Pouillac, 1976.

Chateau Lasserre, 1958.

Cute name.

Cute? Those wines are priceless.

God!

That design would make a lovely
wallpaper.

We're going to have to get going here,
Mr. Matlock.

Yes, sir.

She should be here any minute, Your
Honor. I'm sorry.

I'm dead.

Sorry to bother you, Ben.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to see Leanne.

Oh, there she is.

Nice of you to join us, Ms.

McIntyre. I hope this isn't a preview of
how you plan to conduct this case.

My sincere apologies, Your Honor.

If you could just grant me a minute's
more grace.

One minute.

No more.

We're not even up to bat and there's two
strikes against us. My car wouldn't

start. Dad, I need to speak to Cliff
alone.

Alone? Please.

Dad.

Dad, please.

She said you had a job for me.

Yeah, um, all the details are in here.

Don't open it until you get outside.

And don't tell my father about it
either.

You're working for me on this one, okay?

Are you sure this is all right with Ben?

Time's up, Ms. McIntyre.

Ready, Your Honor.

I'm sure.

You should have settled while you had a
chance.

Court is now in session.

You're recently married, aren't you, Mr.
Fuqua?

Yes, sir.

About six months ago.

And how would you characterize your
relationship with your wife?

since the accident?

I'm not so good.

Could you be a little more specific?

I can't make love to Suzanne like I used
to.

What else?

She's got to do a lot of stuff for me
that a man wants to do for himself.

At this point, I'd like to show the
court...

A videotape shot by an independent
filmmaker who is prepared to testify

its veracity.

This is a typical day in the life of
Carl Fuqua.

Will you tell us about your life, Mr.
Fuqua?

Sure.

Ah, here I am, in bed.

I used to be a real early riser, but now
with all the pain pills I gotta take,

Suzanne has to take care of me.

It's like I'm her kid, not her husband.

She's even got to help me.

Got to the bathroom.

Objection, Your Honor. How can we be
sure that this whole tape wasn't staged

the benefit of camera?

Future witnesses will testify as to the
serious nature of my client's injury.

His wife and a filmmaker will
corroborate as to this being a typical

life of Carl Fuqua.

This is nothing but a... A shameful
display to influence the jury, and you

it. Mr. Matlock.

But, Your Honor, this whole tape
business is just made up of lies.

You have an attorney, Mr. Matlock.
Please speak through her. But, Your

Speak through her.

Objection overruled.

You may proceed, Mr. Fuqua.

Every morning, Suzanne helps me get
dressed.

I mean, not that I go anywhere, but,
well, man does what he can to keep his

dignity, you know?

I mean, she's my wife, and I know she
loves me, but I'd ask somebody to

sacrifice like that.

I look into her eyes, and I see the
pain.

It hurts so much.

Speak.

Say something.

Object. I did. Object again.

Dad, believe it or not, I know what I'm
doing.

You're letting this tearjerker bury me,
Mr.

Matlock. My sincere apologies, Your
Honor. It won't happen again.

I know a daughter is not supposed to
speak to her father this way, but you

me no choice.

Shut up!

What have we done?

We have acted out all the hostility we
repressed for years.

I feel so free.

You know, come to think of it, I feel
like a great weight has been lifted off

shoulders.

I think.

We are going to be better people, better
therapists.

I may take a younger lover.

Start cleaning up this mess.

Oh, Duncan.

Look, the crystal vase we bought in
London on our honeymoon.

That was the first time I thought rain
was romantic. You look so great in that

oil skin and galoshes. My Dinsmore
mobile?

You bent it.

that way.

Before you bent it, it was worth $28
,000.

Now it's not worth a zip.

Well, bend it back.

That is ridiculous, Clara. I can't begin
to bend it.

Oh.

We have done hundreds of thousands of
dollars worth of damage here. Our

homeowner's policy isn't going to cover
this. Oh, don't panic, Duncan. We'll

tell them that...

We had burglars. Burglars don't break
things. They steal them.

No, well, tell them you did it. What?

Listen to me, darling. Everyone knows
that women your age often suffer from

hormonal imbalance.

I'm going to tell them that your
hormones suddenly went crazy and you

berserk. Women my age? I'm a doctor.
They'll believe me. You're a rotten

You're a rotten husband.

And as a matter of fact, I have never
seen anything so stupid or ugly as you

London in your oil skin and glasses!

Yes, it's me

Hey, hey, hey, have we got some kind of
a problem here? I am, I... Why are you

some kind of a pervert?

I'm a lawyer.

Oh, yeah.

Don't allow none of that around here.

Oh, yeah.

Dad, can I help you?

I'm looking for a book.

No,

that's not the one.

But it's... Oh.

Oh, I'm disturbing you.

That's all right. You know what? I'm
going to take a break. No, no, no. You

here first. I really want to leave, Dad.

Am I interrupting something?

No. Would you mind, Dad? I need to speak
to Cliff alone.

Well, now you're asking me to leave. You
said you wanted to leave.

Well, that's when you wanted to leave.

Now that I want to stay, you want to
stay?

Well, it's my house.

Please, Dad, just for a minute.

Please.

Thank you.

Did you get anything?

Well, yes and no.

Well, let's start with a yes. Okay.

Dad, are you listening?

Dr. Harrison, you've testified, and I
quote, Mr.

Fuqua will be severely physically
challenged for the rest of his life. He

almost certainly never be free from pain
and most certainly confined to a

wheelchair.

Just like that.

No hope.

Despite all the advances in medical
knowledge.

That is your expert opinion?

It is.

You couldn't be mistaken.

Ms. McIntyre, I've been a practicing
physician for 40 years.

and have probably published more
articles on spinal and neck injuries

anyone in this state, I don't think I'm
mistaken.

Dr. Harrison, how many times have you
testified as an expert witness in

injury cases tried by Mr. Bostwick?

Several. I don't recall the exact
figure.

Isn't it true that in the last year
alone you testified about 23 times?

That sounds about right.

How much money has Mr. Bostwick paid you
this year?

I'd have to check my records. I don't
recall the exact figure. We don't need a

home run, Doctor. Just get us into the
ballpark.

Approximately $150 ,000.

You've retired from your regular
practice. Isn't that true, Doctor? With

exception of some occasional consulting,
yes.

Aside from the fees paid to you by Mr.
Bostwick, how much additional money have

you made from consulting fees?

Approximately?

About $20 ,000.

I see. So out of approximately $170
,000, all but

$20 ,000 came from your work as an
expert witness for Mr. Bostwick.

That's correct.

I guess keeping Mr. Bostwick happy keeps
you employed.

Objection!

Withdraw the question.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

This court stands in recess until 10 a
.m. Monday morning.

Nice work.

Don't surprise.

Well, no, it's... Just doing my job,
Dad.

Same as I would for anyone.

Where'd you get these pictures?

I took them.

You sent Cliff to take pictures of
Duncan fooling around with some woman?

I told her to. I knew the louts were
seeing someone.

Clara! Coming home at midnight with that
stupid, guilty grin on his face. You

hired someone who works for me to follow
Duncan.

Dad, he works for us.

I never wanted any part of this divorce.

You talked me into it. Now my blood
pressure's high, my daughter and I are

one another's throats, and I'm gonna
kill Cliff.

Will you excuse Clara and me for a
moment?

You sent him

to the file and dump.

I didn't do anything wrong. Shut up,
Cliff.

Dad, I didn't want a divorce case
either, but I took it. Now I am trying

protect my client the same way you are
trying to protect yours. You're

protecting her. Now with this stuff, how
are we going to settle this thing?

We've decided to go back to the original
agreement.

What are you talking about?

No, they deserve to know the truth about
this, Clara. The woman I'm seeing now

isn't a lover.

She's a sex therapist.

Sex therapist?

Sex therapist?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, and she helped you with...

Is it all right with Clara?

Oh, we were definitely having sexual
problems.

At least Duncan was. I think he's very
courageous to do something about it.

Why didn't you just tell her to start
with?

At first I was embarrassed.

And then before I knew it, things got
completely out of hand.

Come, Duncan.

I'll take you to lunch.

Thank you. Thank you for being so
understanding.

This has been a catharsis for me.

Oh, a personal breakthrough for me.

You've all been wonderful.

Goodbye.

Did you get something to eat? Dad, I'm
trying to work.

Oh.

Where we went wrong with the

Farmington case?

What could we have done differently,
Dad?

Well, I wasn't talking about the case. I
was talking about you and me.

You've come to a conclusion, Counselor?

Yeah.

I have a problem recognizing

that you're a grown woman with your own
way of doing things.

I know that, Dad.

So if you want to drop my case... You
want me to drop the case? No, I need

Good, I'm glad.

Because one piece of advice I did listen
to.

Always finish what you start.

Wait a second.

See that?

What?

How has the pain been since last we
spoke, Mr. Fuqua?

Not so good.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Have you ever been in pain like this
before?

Never.

Not even close.

And until you've felt it, there's no way
of imagining how bad it is.

How it controls your life.

So you've never had any other accidents
before you tripped and fell off my

client's porch?

No, ma 'am.

You're sure?

Uh, not that I know of.

I'd like to show you something that may
refresh your memory.

I call it a day in the life, the early
years.

I am amazed at how little you've
changed, Mr. Fuqua.

There's no doubt that is you.

But I thought you said you'd never been
in an accident before.

Was this done as some sort of joke, Mr.
Fuqua?

A costume party, perhaps?

I don't remember.

Well, it was a few years ago in Boston.

And, of course, you had a different name
then.

Fred Logan.

Does any of this ring a bell?

Come on now.

I was watching your tape the other
night, and I saw an old cane in the

It got me to thinking, maybe you have
been in an accident before.

Uh, I don't recall.

Seeing that cane prompted me to do a
little detective work, so I called a lot

insurance companies, and that's how I
found your tape.

Your fall on my client's property wasn't
your first accident, was it, Mr. Fuqua?

Or do you prefer Logan?

As a matter of fact, you staged so many
accidents in Boston, you were known as

Fall Down Freddy.

Hold on.

They never proved nothing.

No. But after a while, they stopped
paying, and that's why you came down

and changed your name. And for a year or
two, you even tried to make it

legitimately. But after a while, you got
the urge to try for another big score.

Maybe your lovely new wife encouraged
you.

Uh... Oh, no.

Oh, I'm not saying your wife had
anything to do with it. I mean, a woman

have to be crazy to let her husband go
out and deliberately disable himself for

money.

But that's what you did, isn't it, Mr.
Fuqua?

You deliberately fell down my client's
stairs, hoping you would at least appear

to be injured badly enough to be set for
life.

At my client's expense.

Well, then, if you will.

We, the jury, in the above entitled
action, return the following special

on the questions presented to us.

One, was the defendant, Benjamin
Matlock, negligent in the maintenance of

front porch?

Yes.

Two,

Was the defendant's negligence a
proximate cause of the injury to Mr.

No.

That being the case, Mr. Matlock is not
liable for any damages.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. You are
excused. This court is adjourned.

That was some work, Leanne.

That poor guy came up against the wrong
family, that's for sure.

Thanks, Cliff.

Okay.

And congratulations to you, too, Ben.

I'm sorry. I hope that there's no hard
feelings about my taking those pictures.

Oh, no, no, no, no. As a matter of fact,
they helped clear the air that

Farmington's had never been happier.

They got back together.

No, they're divorced.

They went to Hawaii to celebrate.

Psychiatrist. Yeah.

You're a... You're a fine lawyer.

I know.

I guess I had a pretty good role model.