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hwp Donovan?
Yes? Donovan.
Is everything all right?
Yeah. The production meeting
was put off, so I thought-- Whos here?
Here?
Mm.
Who owns that piece-of-shit van
down there?
Oh--
Its just a guy, you know,
going door-to-door
selling... pool cleaner.
So why did he
lock himself in the den?
Well, he--
Oh, God.
- Remember my friend Ollie?
- Ollie Olerud?
Short, cretinous wanker?
Ohh. Ollies in there?
- Yes.
- I see.
Well, Im glad
he finally got himself a job.
Id always picked him
as some sort of deadbeat,
but... happy to be proved wrong.
So, hes selling
pool cleaner now, huh?
Well, this is the neighborhood for that.
Just door-to-door--
""Running low on chlorine?
Its quite a coincidence,
him just dropping by...
and you two
knowing each other so well.
Donovan, please,
lets just all talk--
Donovan? How you doin, man?
Good day, Ollie.
Im great. You?
I... cant complain, man.
Excellent.
Well, lets get
right down to it then,
shall we?
Well take a couple vacuum hoses.
We probably need a new filter
right about now, maybe--
Wait a minute, darling.
Do we actually have
a swimming pool?
Okay, okay, man. Now, lets be
reasonable about this, okay?
So, you caught me porkin--
havinrelations
with your old lady...
Oh, God.
and now were all feelin
just a little bit embarrassed
by the whole thing, so, uh--
What the hey, man.
I mean, I know its a drag and all,
but these things--
Hey! Hey, hey.
Uh, w-we-- we--
we didnt actually have sex.
I was depressed cause
Im impotent. You know?
Unable to achieve an erection.
I have been
for over a year now, man,
and I needed someone to talk to.
I mean, think about it, man.
Ayear without an erection?
- Leave him alone!
- You shouldve seen this coming,
you Australian piece of shit!
Thats my Daytime Television
Lifetime Achievement Award!
Cheesy bastard!
Aaah!
You whore.!
Oh, Christ!
Okay.
All right, you want fun and games?
All right.
Ill give you fun and games.
Explain this away.
Aaah! Ollie!
Thats myJag.!
Thats myJag.!
Thats my bloodyJag!
You bitch!
Bitch! Bitch!
Bye-bye, baby!
Oh, what are you looking at?
Explain this away, darling.
Miles Masseys office.
Hey, its me. Any messages?
Yeah, quite a few.
Where are you?
Just whitening.
Jim says he wants a meeting
today, if possible.
Mm-hmm. What else?
Chapman says his wife
is now in Tahoe.
Tell Amstedler
Ill return in minutes,
get Wrigley to look up
Oliphant v. Oliphant,
Commonwealth of Virginia...
for its relevance
in the Chapman filing--
Oliphant v. Oliphant,
relevance to Chapman--
She said she took the kids to Tahoe?
Thats right.
Wait, which side
ofTahoe?
Shes on some kind of cruise.
Yeah, well, if the cruise
goes all the way around the lake,
shes left the state and shes in breach.
Tell Wrigley to prepare
a filing to attach.
A filing to attach.
What do you want in it?
Evetything.
Primaty residence, beach house,
ski cabin, auto, stocks, bonds,
dental floss.
Evetything.
Uh-huh. Gonna lose ya.
Uh-huh.
Oh, and get a fruit and pastty basket
in the conference room for my : .
Didnt have time for breakfast.
Where are you?
Comin at ya.
Your : is here.
Bonnie Donaly.
Bonnie Donaly.
Mrs. Donaly.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Yes, your husband did show remarkable
foresight in taking those pictures,
and, yes,
absent a swimming pool,
the presence of a pool man
would appear to be suspicious.
But, madam,
who is the real victim here?
Let me suggest to you
the following.
Your husband,
on a prior occasion,
had slapped you-- beat you.
I think that word
is not inappropriate.
No, I--
Let me finish, please.
Im not concerned
with who slapped whom first.
Your husband,
who had beaten you repeatedly--
No, he never--
Please-- repeatedly, was at the time
brandishing your firearm.
- It was his gun.
- And well get it back for you.
Ttying, in his rage,
to shoot an acquaintance,
a friend of long standing.
They never really cared
for each other.
And if not for your
cool-headed intervention,
his tantrum might have ended
this schmos life and ruined his own.
As for the sexual indiscretion
which he imagined took place,
wasnt it in fact he...
who was sleeping with the pool man?
No?
Am I going too far here?
Were his sexual-- No.
I dont--
Sorty. Im not omniscient.
The point is
that he acted upon an assumption
which he cannot prove,
and I take it you deny.
- Well--
- Fine. Ill take the case.
Its imperative
that I meet with Oliver Olerud
before we proceed any further...
so that I can massage the kinks
out of our testimony.
Do you really think
we can put all this across?
The truth is so self-evident
to me, Mrs. Donaly,
that Im sure Ill be able to make it
equally as transparent to anyjury,
should your husband
decide to take it that far.
Well need to caucus again
to draw up a picture
of your husbands net worth.
A map of enemy territoty,
so to speak.
You said hes a television producer?
He has a soap opera--
The Sands of Time.
Its a silly show.
Well, itll be yours soon.
Thank you vety much.
Thank you, Mr. Massey.
Yeah. Bye-bye.
Still, you have to admire him
for taking those pictures.
Now,
