arthur harrington. i'm j.j. bailey's attorney. oh, well, glad to see you. hi, mr. harrington. oh, ron... are you all right, my boy? i'm fine. good. we'll have you out of here in a matter of seconds. sheriff, i want to compliment you for being so conscientious in upholding the law. oh, well, thank you. the boy made a little mistake. you taught him his lesson and i'm sure we can let it go at that. sheriff, you can release him. i'll assume full responsibility. oh, well, that-that's fine, mr. harrington, but, uh, being a expert lawyer you-you understand i can't just let the boy go. i mean, there's-there's legalities and paperwork and stuff like that. why, of course. we don't mind waiting, sheriff. how long do you think it'll take? 'bout two days. i see. and you don't think that you could possibly see your way to...? oh, no, no, no. i couldn't do that. no. uh-uh. well... i was hoping we could do this the easy way. however... would you come in, please? ( door closes ) i want to ask you a few questions, mr. dilbeck. wouldn't you say that that old truck of yours is a traffic hazard? a