This is not a sex club!
We consult only in the areas of diet, and exercise.
Once a day is the Alphian Way.
Welcome to Cleon County Asylum.
I'm going to allow you to join the general population.
I'm Jim Rockford. I'm a private investigator...
I sure don't want to hang around here for the Christmas party.
Look out, look out!
(PHONE RINGING)
ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name and message.
I'll get back to you.
(BEEPS)
BECKER: Okay, Jimbo. Dennis. I know you're in there,
and I know you know it's ticket season again.
Policeman's Ball and all that.
So come to the door when I knock this time.
I know you're in there.
Sorry it took so long to find you, Mr. Brauder.
You know, Sheriff, you people have denied my client his rights,
and a battery of my finest attorneys
are going to see that restitution is made.
Who are you? Jim Rockford.
Where's Marty Sloan? They told me my lawyer was here.
Probably still trying to find you.
I never would've if I didn't have a friend in the department.
They lost your folder. On purpose, I think.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Are you a bondsman? No, I'm a private investigator.
The only way I could see you before regular visiting hours
was by pretending to be your lawyer.
Your wife hired me to find you. Thank God, someone did something.
I couldn't take much more.
No place to sleep but the floor,
had to fight just to keep my shoes.
It's a long way from Brentwood.
Now that I found you I'll contact your lawyer. He can arrange bail.
I've got to meet with him right away.
You don't know how much I appreciate what you've done.
Do me a favor and tell Joyce everything's okay.
And tell her I'll be home for dinner.
Okay.
(PHONE RINGING)
JOYCE: Mr. Rockford? Yeah.
This is Joyce Brauder.
I've been waiting and waiting, but Barry still hasn't come home.
Did you try calling his lawyer?
Yes. Mr. Sloan says they met after Barry got out of jail,
then he let him off at his car at the bank around 5:30,
and he hasn't seen him since.
I've called the hospitals, and nothing. I don't know what else to do.
Put on a pot of coffee.
JOYCE: Thank you so much for coming.
I'm sorry I woke you up so early.
Right after I spoke to you, the police called.
They said Barry's car was found abandoned at the airport.
Abandoned?
It was parked in front of a terminal. They towed it away.
No one came to claim it.
I don't even believe this whole thing is happening.
I mean, if Barry stole a half a million dollars from our bank,
don't you think he'd tell me about it?
They must have some kind of case or the grand jury wouldn't have indicted him.
Did he tell you he did it? No, but he was pretty shaky.
Maybe it was just being in jail.
That shakes some people up so badly that they never want to go back.
So they jump bail.
This whole thing, none of it makes any sense.
I mean, he puts in ten hours a day at that bank
and brings a brief case full of work home every night.
I mean, every night!
He started as a teller out in the sticks,
and became the branch manager of the downtown office in less than four years.
Sounds dedicated.
Can you think of anyone he might get in touch with? Friends? A relative?
No. Well, maybe Les, but not before he'd call me.
Who is Les?
(SIGHS)
Lester Shaw. Barry's best friend.
He's a banker, too. They work together?
No. They met at Barry's health club, the Alphian Way.
They have a lot in common.
Both are the resident rising stars with their own companies.
Jim, do you think you could try to find him again?
It was a mildly interesting game, until you pooped out.
You can drop me a check for the $1,000.
Mr. Sloan?
You play a mean game. Only when someone thinks he has me hustled.
Cornell's been working me up to this for three weeks.
Gave him a very expensive lesson.
I'd... I'd like to talk to you for a minute.
I'm Jim Rockford.
Rockford. Of course. Real pleasure.
Fine job you did for Barry.
Bank fraud isn't exactly a traffic ticket.
That's how they happened to lose him at county.
Wanted to keep him under surveillance.
If there's anything I can do, I'd be happy to.
Barry didn't come home last night.
He was supposed to meet with you.
I thought you might have an idea where he is.
None at all.
He was quite discouraged when I dropped him at his car,
but I thought he was going home. Never showed?
They found his car at the airport.
Oh, what a dumb move.
(SIGHS)
It figures. I probably had something to do with it myself.
I told him his best chance was to return the money and plead no contest.
He'll get a year or two, probably all but six months of it suspended.
Obviously you think he's guilty.
They have him dead-bang.
He approved over 500 loans in the past six months,
and at least 20 of those were to nonexistent firms or individuals.
That sounds impossible.
It's possible, and profitable.
He took the applications, approved the loans and signed the checks.
I'm not talking out of turn, this is all part of the government's case.
Barry refused to plead no contest?
He said he'd never spend another minute in jail.
I told him to get another attorney.
I can't help a man who refuses to help himself.
The odds are, he's long gone,
and trying to find him is a lost cause.
Where would you start?
Well, at the Alphian Way.
Hold it, hold it.
Hey, did a Mercedes come in? Guy wearing a dark suit driving?
Yes, sir, but...
Oh, good. I'm the counter man at the liquor store down on Fourth.
He came in for a paper and he left his wallet on the counter.
Well, it's certainly nice of you to return it, sir.
I know Mr. Shaw will be very grateful. I'll see that he gets it.
Oh, no, I'll give it to him.
I'm sorry, sir. That's impossible.
Look, pal, there's almost $3000 in here,
and it ought to be good for at least $100 reward.
I'll split it with you.
I wouldn't think of it. And only members are allowed beyond this point.
Well, forget it. I'll just keep it all.
Hold on, hold on.
You can park right over there and wait.
I'll call Mr. Shaw and have him come down.
Forget it.
You tell your Mr. Shaw I'll send him his wallet and credit cards,
along with a note telling him why I couldn't return the money.
Okay, you can run it up to him, but you come right back here...
No problem.
Good morning, Mr. Shaw. Good morning, Gustav.
I have to see Dr. Brinkman right away.
You're late this morning, Lester.
That's because two agents from the Federal Banking Commission showed up at my house.
They found my name in Barry's address book.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
They'll need more of a link than that, and there's no way they're gonna get it.
Hello. Now, go on back and have a nice green drink.
Sylvia will work you in as soon as she finishes with Councilman Moore.
Mr. Shaw, there's a man on the way up with your wallet.
I'm looking for either Dr. Brinkman or Lester Shaw.
That's all right, Gustav.
I'm Dr. Brinkman. This is Mr. Shaw.
What's this nonsense about my wallet?
Could I have gotten past the gate if I said I was a reporter?
No, I don't think you could have.
SHAW: A reporter?
Jerry Vanders, LA Sun.
We're doing a big take-out on white collar crime
and we're going to sidebar it with a profile on Barry Brauder.
I understand he belongs to this club.
Our membership list is confidential. So I've heard.
I've also heard you're Barry's best friend.
Sure would be nice to get a few insights
on what makes a dynamic frontrunner take a dive like that.
Mr. Vanders, this is a private club.
I will not allow this intrusion on its members.
Gustav, show the gentleman to the door.
Fine, fine.
I'll run the license numbers from the cars out front through the DMV
and contact your members at their homes.
Herb! Glad I caught you.
I want to bring you up to date on the landfill project.
Gustav, entertain Mr. Vanders.
Wasn't that Councilman Moore?
This is some club you belong to, Mr. Shaw.
Politicians, bankers, embezzlers...
Mr. Shaw? I'm ready.
One second, Sylvia.
Maybe I can catch you at your office later in the day?
I have nothing to say to you.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm running late.
Late for what?
Hey, don't tell me this place is just a cover-up for some very elite hanky-panky?
I'm not going to dignify that with an answer.
When asked if the Alphian Way is in reality a bordello for the very rich,
an employee, known only as Gustav, declined comment.
You can't write that. No?
That becomes a bad habit.
Say, why don't you and Claire join us for dinner tonight?
Love to, Herb, but I'm working around the clock on the urban renewal thing.
But we'll make it soon.
Have a good day. You, too.
Just because they belong to the same private sex club
does not necessarily mean the indicted embezzler and the councilman are friends,
but the connection cannot be denied.
I'll own your newspaper if I see that in print.
This is not a sex club!
Look, I'm not trying to be difficult.
I just want a little background on Barry Brauder.
His wife said he's a devotee of yours.
You're like a father figure to him.
Hardly.
We consult only in the areas of diet, vitamins and exercise.
And the councilman's landfill briefing was health-related also?
Can I speak off the record?
Sure, sure.
The landfill project is a code name we have for his receding hairline.
I had him double his daily zinc intake
and he's already growing new hair.
Mr. Vanders, I'm afraid you have a wrong idea about the Alphian Way.
If we can agree that we're still off the record,
I'd like to show you what you're trying to torpedo.
That's all I've wanted from the beginning.
I'm not out to torpedo anything.
We started in '68.
Steam, pool, sauna, massage...
We're into the dynamics of liberating the human potential,
and we're very selective.
Membership is limited to 36 at any one time.
What's the price tag?
Our price structure is confidential.
Before I show you the facilities, you're in for a treat.
Gail. Yes, sir.
Mr. Vanders. Hi.
Make Mr. Vanders a hi-pro green drink, and don't spare the Malva.
Okay, one "Get-up-and-Go," coming up.
My own recipe.
We are all like machines, Mr. Vanders,
and the ones which run best are those which are finely tuned.
Alphians are finely tuned human beings,
and when they go out my door, they go out with a competitive edge.
Alphians are men who delight in dissolving barriers,
men who become leaders in their fields,
men who just... Skip bail with half a million dollars?
I don't know what to say about Barry. I thought I knew him.
I'm shocked and disappointed by this whole seamy affair.
Doctor, telephone. Private line.
Drink one of those every day and you'll feel the difference in a week.
I'll be right back.
Here you go.
There's a PI nosing around.
Do you think we have a problem?
I tried to discourage him, but who knows?
He may be coming your way. His name is Jim Rockford.
Really?
What's he look like?
Come on, it's good for you!
Once a day is the Alphian Way.
But it tastes like a front lawn.
Are you sure Barry Brauder had one of these every morning?
Yes, religiously.
Right after he'd finish with Sylvia. What's Sylvia's job?
Well, she's... Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Vanders.
Shall we continue?
No tour of the Alphian Way would be complete without a visit to Jerome.
Jerome?
My chiropractor in residence.
Thank you. Bye.
Jerome, I'd like you to meet someone.
Jerome, say hello to Mr. Rockford.
(GRUNTS)
I told you we don't play games here.
Barry Brauder is a disgrace to the Alphian Way.
I don't know where he is, but if he comes here, I'll call the police.
As I will if you show up again.
Now, Jerome here is going to give you a little adjustment,
on the house,
and then Gustav will wheel you to your car.
Goodbye, Mr. Rockford.
Jim, could I retain you to keep working on this case?
I'll pay any rate you think's fair. It's not the money, Joyce.
It's just that I don't know
how many of their chiropractic treatments a guy can take.
What you're really saying is,
there's a good chance Barry's dead, isn't there?
Come on.
(GROANS)
Maybe I could give it one more day.
I might get an inside track with a buddy of mine down at the police station.
If my dad can stand four chiropractic treatments a week,
I'm sure I can take one more.
I'll just borrow his Epsom salts.
Would you care for a drink?
Yeah, please. A straight Scotch.
I don't understand it.
Barry lived such a good life.
He took 62 vitamin pills before each meal,
fasted if he was two pounds overweight, never ate meat.
Everything had to come from a health food store.
He was...
He was perfect.
Yeah, there's suddenly a lot of perfect people around.
Marty Sloan plays tennis like a 20-year-old,
Councilman Moore is famous for campaigning in laundromats at 3:00 a.m.,
Lester Shaw is vice president of Financial Trust at 35.
Did Barry join the Alphian Way before he started up the ladder, or after?
Before.
Barry was a teller where Dr. Brinkman banked.
They became friends.
Dr. Brinkman asked him to join at a discount.
He didn't have to pay the regular rate until he made branch manager.
How much is the regular rate?
$1,500 a month.
Whew, that's steep!
But I wonder if that's all of it.
With 36 members,
that'd mean Brinkman would gross somewhere around $600,000...
It must cost more than that just to rent the place.
Oh, did Barry ever mention someone named Sylvia?
She works there.
Sure. She gives the vitamin B-12 shots.
Barry has one every day.
And so does Lester Shaw.
MAN: Just keep them waiting.
Hillary, I don't know. Just hang him up somehow.
Yes, sir.
Dr. Brinkman, please. Lester Shaw.
Rockford's here.
He's making noises about the police. What should I do?
Are the construction workers still striking on Winding Lane?
Yes. Good.
Get him up there. How?
Tell him anything he wants to know.
It won't make any difference anyway.
What are you going to do?
Buy him off, of course.
Now do it.
Cancel my 4:00 with the branch managers.
I have to meet Wilson up on the Fleming job.
It looks like they may be going back to work.
I don't have time to talk to you.
You'd better make time, hot shot, or you're gonna be doing it.
Come on. We can talk in the car.
ROCKFORD: Quite an assortment, you Alphians.
Stockbrokers, lawyers, bankers, politicians, at least one cop,
the owner of an ambulance company...
What's his contribution to Brinkman?
Carrying you guys away when you burn out?
I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, I think you do.
I think Brinkman's what they call a Dr. Feelgood.
Those vitamin shots you get every morning are laced with speed.
Barry was hooked.
You probably are, too.
I thought it was just jail that made Barry so paranoid.
I didn't realize he was also coming down off his high octane.
You Alphians have the competitive edge, all right.
Brinkman tightens your bolts and sends you out the door at full throttle.
Got it all figured, huh?
You know, my buddy at First Fed downtown
says bank examiners are coming out of the woodwork since Barry's indictment.
You wouldn't have a little bit of that flaky paper floating around, now, would you, huh?
No, I'm all in.
But it isn't like you think. Really.
Then you'd better tell me how it is, Lester.
Unless you want me to convince the Federal Banking Commission
to shine their light on you, too.
Okay, look.
Say Herb has to take a position in a rice deal.
He calls me or Barry,
we pull a phony loan app,
the money goes out,
comes back with maximum interest in 48 hours.
Some people make money, some get to eat, and your stats look great.
What I'd like to know,
what's Brinkman doing in the middle of a rice deal in the first place?
What he does best. Herb is a power broker.
He puts together sweetheart deals.
Ambulance franchises, new office buildings,
new legislation, judgeships...
All bought and sold across the juice bar at the Alphian Way.
And Brinkman takes his cut, coming and going.
So what? He deserves it.
New capital is generated, business stimulated, jobs...
Everything is repaid, and everyone makes out.
Somehow I don't think your friend Barry fared too well.
That damned random audit. But that's not Herb's doing.
He'd never let one go into default.
They killed him, Lester. You're wrong.
Herb Brinkman is a militant pro-lifer.
There's just no way he could kill a human being.
(CAR DOORS SLAMMING)
They don't look like pro-lifers to me.
Thanks a lot, pal.
You set me up to get popped.
You're wrong again.
I'm sure you'll find it very lucrative.
Herb does business in a big way.
Doctor Brinkman would like to have a chat with you.
Not on your life, pal.
(GRUNTS)
Jerome has another adjustment.
He calls it the Chinese Puzzle.
I'd really rather not.
Then just go quietly into the station wagon.
I don't understand you, Rockford.
What do you have against better clothes and a new car?
(GASPING)
This is what it looks like, Lester, and you're an accomplice.
The only way you have out now is to go to the cops,
but I haven't yet met a junkie that'd turn in his connection.
I am not a junkie!
Alphians are not junkies.
Junkies use drugs to keep from facing their limitations.
An Alphian uses methamphetamine to push through them.
If anybody gets hooked on anything, it's on producing results.
Glorify it all you want. It's still a prop.
It's a tough world out there.
You'd be surprised how many movers and shakers
use speed, in one form or another.
Even a couple of presidents, I'm told.
Which means someone like you could've been running the country.
That's not a bad idea, considering the way it's being run.
Oh, come on, now. You couldn't even run Barry Brauder right.
I have one rule around here. "Hold thy mud."
Barry caved in.
It was a character flaw I hadn't foreseen.
And you killed him.
I'm a doctor. The body is a temple.
I couldn't take a life.
No, Barry is very much alive, as you will soon see,
because you'll be joining him
at the Cleon County home for the insane.
It's a tad below the Mason-Dixon Line.
My brother is the chief administrator.
The ambulance is here.
Hey, a straitjacket...
You're not gonna put me in a straightjacket. No way.
You have to be secure for shipment.
I suppose I could let Jerome slip three disks and separate both shoulders.
You'd do that to a temple?
You're not going to get away with this. I think I will.
Fictitious name and past.
Long history of paranoid hysteria.
Destitute. A hopeless case.
You think my vitamin shots are potent?
My brother has developed a little cocktail he calls "Head On A Post."
Triazil, Mescaprine, PCP and LSD.
He uses it to turn transients into basket cases,
then he charges Cleon County $92 a month to take care of them.
Doesn't sound like he makes much of a profit.
Well, they say the food's not too good.
(WATER DRIPPING)
Hello, Mr. Kauffman.
Welcome to Cleon County Asylum.
I'm Carl Brinkman.
I'm not Kauffman and you know it.
Yes, I know it, but I'm the only one who does,
and I just forgot it.
You do the same and I think things will be much easier for you.
You see, you have a choice.
Tranquilizer twice a day, or...
"Head on a Post"?
A wise choice.
I'm going to warn you, Mr. Kauffman.
Any display of hostility on your part,
and you won't be able to sort your first initial out of the alphabet blocks
for at least five years.
(GAGGING)
Hey, hey, that's hostility.
Give me some water.
That's good, that's good.
Now, Mr. Kauffman, you're gonna be locked in this room
for the next 10 days.
If the reports are good, I'll allow you to join the general population.
Do I have to be strapped down?
No, you'll be released when the chlorpromazine takes effect.
Enjoy your stay, Mr. Kauffman. You're going to be with us for a long, long time.
Out of the way, out of the way!
Good morning, Mr. Kauffman.
Time for your medication.
That's right.
You have a nice day, now.
Well, well, Mr. Kauffman, Morris tells me you've been a model citizen,
so this is your coming out day.
Does that mean I get more to eat?
You got any jacks?
This is Mr. Kauffman, everybody.
I want you to make him feel welcome.
Go with the flow, Mr. Kauffman.
Mr. Kauffman...
Mr. Kauffman?
You'll be sleeping in the dormitory tonight.
Do you understand?
(SCREECHING)
Any sixes?
Those are threes.
You stay out of this, mister, unless you want to sit in.
I don't have any cigarettes.
Come on! Play! I'll lend you some of mine!
That's all right. I'll just watch, Mr...
I'm not a mister. I'm just Rhino.
That's John Doe.
And that's Doc Holliday.
What's your name, Mr. Kauffman?
I'm Jim Rockford. I'm a private investigator from Los Angeles.
(ALL LAUGHING)
We gonna talk or are we gonna play cards?
Play.
Any kings, Doe?
Nope. Fish.
Rhino, you got any fours?
Huh? You got any fours?
(CLEARS THROAT) Doe, give me your aces.
I hear a friend of mine checked in here about three weeks ago.
Medium height, nice-looking man, about 35.
About three weeks ago.
Name's Barry Brauder.
Sounds like Jones.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT) That's him over on the divan.
Spends most of his time there, too.
That's him, yeah.
Doe, give me all your tens.
Holliday, one of these days I'm gonna catch you cheating.
And when I do...
You pick some pretty tough places to kick a habit, pal.
Rockford?
How? Same way you did.
They must keep you pretty tranqed up, huh?
Well, at least they haven't given you the main course yet.
How's Joyce? Miserable.
Don't swallow any more tranqs,
even if it means sticking your finger down your throat.
I need them. I couldn't handle this place without them.
You'd better start learning to handle reality with nothing added, sport.
It's the only way out.
There's no way out.
Locks... Lots of locks.
I thought you Alphians specialized in dissolving barriers.
Do those guys play cards a lot?
All day.
We got to get those keys.
I have an idea.
I'd like to do it right now, but I want you to be as alert as possible.
We go tomorrow.
Are you serious?
I sure don't want to hang around here for the Christmas party.
(INMATE SNORING)
Morning, partner.
Care to watch again?
Doe, something tells me you're holding deuces and I want them.
What's with the guy under the table?
Oh, him. He's a nut.
Thinks he's James Bond, Dr. Brinkman is M, and we're all Russians.
He reports everything.
Everything.
ROCKFORD: What's that he's playing? Jax?
DOC: Him, he's a mute.
Any fives, Doe?
All right, Doe,
I'll take your fours and your tens, too!
Then you can toss over them aces and queens!
(CHUCKLING)
You must be cheating, Holliday.
You better be ready to back up them words, mister.
Nobody calls Doc Holliday a cheater and...
What're you doing?
Trying to find my brand.
I mean, you did say I could have half your winnings
if I flashed the signals like I did yesterday, didn't you, Doc?
All right, let me in there. Let me take care of him!
All right, quiet down. Who started it?
All right, if that's the way you want it.
No food for three days.
Doc did it.
INMATE 1: Doc did it. INMATE 2: Doc did it.
INMATE 3: Doc did it.
Not me. It was him.
He's the one. It was his fault!
He's a Clanton!
When's lunch?
Okay, Doc. That does it. You've been warned before.
Give me the hat.
Your hat-wearing privileges are suspended indefinitely.
No cards for the rest of the week.
They're trying to kill you! And M!
You've got to stop them!
Oh, Bond, for Pete's sake. Would you go sit down?
No! It's the truth this time! I saw them.
They're going to kill M.
Come on, Bond, will you be quiet?
But it's the truth this time.
Bond? Do I have to get the hypo?
Okay, get that door open.
We've got to get some car keys somewhere.
Maybe she's got some.
Looks like a car key.
I go with you, or I start yelling right now.
(STUTTERING) Can I go too, please?
All right, you can go,
but you're on your own once we hit the front door. Okay?
Doc?
Thank you, Wyatt. I owe you.
All right, quiet. Give me this...
(SHUSHING)
The man's office is behind this door. On the right.
(GIGGLING)
(SHUSHING)
BOND: M, M! They're coming to get you.
All right, let's go for it! Come on!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
(ALARM RINGING)
Got it.
Come on, get in the back.
(LAUGHING)
Get out of his way, you nut.
Better let me drive, sir. I've had more experience with this sort of...
Get out of the way, dummy.
Breaker! Breaker! Any ears! Call the sheriff!
There's been an escape from the county asylum.
Some very dangerous and armed men are heading west on 43 in a tan pickup!
I'd have been better off staying in jail in the first place.
You may still get your chance, unless you get smart
and turn state's evidence against Brinkman's whole operation.
You get us out of this, I'll take him down. That's a promise.
You may be taking out your best friend, too.
We took ourselves out a long time ago.
You really want to do something?
Then shoot the driver when I pull alongside.
What? That's an order, Bond!
Better put the rails to it, Wyatt.
Our dust is full of Clantons!
It doesn't work!
It doesn't work.
Pull the safety, dummy.
Look out, look out.
(GUN FIRES)
Let me help you with that. Let me help you.
Hang on, stop it... Doc, come on.
(EXCLAIMS)
All right, don't shoot. We're unarmed! We surrender!
Nice and easy now.
Now, take it easy.
I know we probably look like just a bunch of escaped mental patients.
But this man on my right is a federal fugitive.
There's $10,000 reward on him.
Yeah, and I'm Elliot Ness, too.
No, it's the truth, it's the truth, and you got him.
It's worth a phone call. Yeah.
Just call the Federal Banking Commission.
The branch in Los Angeles. Collect.
Just mention his name. Barry Brauder.
And who are you? Napoleon?
No, my name's Jim Rockford, I'm a PI out of Los Angeles.
His wife hired me to find him.
And this man's been holding us prisoner for an executive dope pusher,
his brother, you see... Good work, Delbert. Cuff them.
The tall one is criminally insane, tore the whole place open.
$10,000 will buy a lot of grits, Delbert.
Come on, Delbert, you're going to stand here and talk to a bunch of lunatics?
Cuff them, they're dangerous.
And who are you? He's not with us.
I mean, he is, but... I already got your story.
Well? Doc Holliday, Sheriff.
I just checked into his digs to shake a case of TB,
but don't worry, I checked my guns.
He isn't with us, either!
I told you to button up!
Who are you? Jesse James?
No use, Delbert. This one's a mute.
Plays Jax all day.
I'm Robert W. Zachary, Sheriff, with the Delta Tribune.
And I'm going to get the Pulitzer Prize for this one, gentlemen.
Doc? This happens sometimes.
Trauma causes a reversal of the sensory dysfunction.
There've been rumors about the home
at the state capital for two years.
And everything is absolutely correct.
Okay, that's it.
Everyone's coming in until I can get this thing untangled.
Who'd you say I was supposed to call in Los Angeles, mister?
Federal Banking Commission.
What are you staring at, Doctor?
You see somebody's head on a post?