Fletch Lives Page #4

to your aunt recently?

That depends on your view of

history. It's been 16 years.

Sign all three?

Please.

I was just wonderin' because she changed

her will three weeks before she died.

Well, lucky for me.

Why'd she do that?

I don't know. She was old. Seemed

to be under a lot of strain.

Dying always does that to you.

Congratulations. You know, you can make

yourself some good money out of this.

A Realtor contacted me with an

unusually high offer... 225,000.

- Dollars?

- Mm-hmm.

Let me ask you this:

If they're so anxious, don't you think if

I wait a little longer, they might go up?

- They might.

- And I just got here, didn't I?

No sale?

While you're thinking about it, what

are you gonna do with the land, Fletch?

I don't know. Raise chitlins... the

chitlin' market as high as it is.

They're mean little animals, but

their coats are worth a fortune.

$225,000?

What do you think I oughta do?

If I were you, I would

proceed slowly and carefully.

That's my specialty.

- Would you like some dessert?

- What do you have in mind?

How 'bout something sweet...

and Southern?

I borrowed your toothbrush.

Would've used your razor, but it looks like

you've been doing some gardening with it.

Gee, I can't believe

we slept this late.

Amanda? Want to drive

into Belle Isle?

I guess not.

It was good,

but not that good.

'Morning, Mr. Fletcher. If that's

your real name. I'm Billy Jo Hendrick.

Howdy.

What's your relationship

to Amanda Ray?

She was my attorney.

She was working on my briefs.

- You come into town, y'all just hit it off?

- So to speak.

Sparks just flew. That's

what you're gonna tell me.

Wonder why things like that

never happen to me?

Wonder why!

Were y'all usin' some drugs you brought

in from California by any chance?

Just some Beaujolais.

Beaujolais?

It's a pretty popular drug

made from grapes?

- You feel like makin' a statement?

- A statement?

"Ask not what your country can do for

you, ask what you can do for your country."

I guess you just wanna make

it hard on everybody.

Well, let's see how you feel after

some time in the tank. Y'all come.

All of us?

Just you.

- What's the charge?

- Pissin' me off.

Is that a felony or a

misdemeanor? That's it!

You're cleaner than most

of the ones we get around here.

You smell nice.

I expect you'll be popular.

Do you realize you have

to read me my rights?

Or at least find someone who

can read to do it for you.

A little gamy in here.

Not much ventilation, huh?

How's the chow?

You know, you really shouldn't wear so

much eye makeup. It makes you look cheap.

You're sittin' on my bunk.

Sorry.

Shut up!

Take your pants off.

Ah, I don't even know

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