 Not in front of me, anyway. Lionel, the man who robbed you, he was heavy set, wasn't he? Rough features, poorly dressed. I don't know what you men are trying to do. Mother, I... Are you afraid to tell the truth in front of your mother? If he was robbed, why shouldn't he have told the truth? He certainly would have told me about it. Wouldn't you, son? Of course. Lionel, why don't we go someplace? You, Sergeant Greb, and myself. We can talk this thing out. My son has no secrets from me. All right.