 Mr. Drake, he knocked you down. Don't you think I know that? I'll bust your head in with this flower pot. I don't think you will. Get up, my friend. Behave yourself. Hand me that cord, Miss Brewer. I'm going to tie his hands to make sure. Yes. Here, Mr. Drake. I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. I didn't say you did. I wish, I wish I had a... That'll hold you, my friend. Now, where's your telephone? On the bench there.