I'm not hungry.

Forget the burger. How about just the "in and out"?

Very well. How about just the "in"?

Ooh!

Fletch, answer your phone.

In-N-Out Burger.

May I take your order please? Mr. Irwin Fletcher?

This is Amanda Ray Ross. I represented your Aunt Belle Fletcher.

Good ol' Aunt Belle. How the hell is she?

She's deceased, Mr. Fletcher. Oh. I guess she could be better.

- You're a hard man to find. - I was touring with the Stones. What can I do for you?

Didn't you get my message? No.

I'm the executor of your aunt's will and as such I can inform you...

you are the major beneficiary of your aunt's estate, Belle Isle.

What about this expense... $58 for leg waxing? That's bullshit.

Yeah, but feel how smooth they are.

It consists of 80 acres of old plantation property.

Wait a minute. Did you say plantation? Yes, indeed.

She left it to me? According to her will, she did.

- Can I get back to you? - Hair by Ziggy? Who's Ziggy?

5-0-4... Shut up, Frank. Yeah. I'll get right back to you.

Can't we just return some of these things? What about the lingerie?

- I ate it. - Be serious for one minute.

I quit.

I'm not unreasonable about legitimate expenses. I quit, Frank.

Yeah. On the sewer story, I'm gonna advance you for the hip boots and wet suit.

Frank, I'm really quitting.

Fletch, look, I got a little A- frame up at Arrowhead.

Why don't you go there, take a couple of weeks, relax?

I'm really gonna miss you.

Maybe that's an overstatement.

Treat this as good news. You can always write myJane Doe column.

You're not gonna quit, and I'll tell you why.

Why? You have journalistic integrity.

Yeah. And you have a sense of loyalty.

And you'll never give up the quest for truth, will you?

You're right. I can't abandon the principles that nurtured me lo these many years.

Wrap them up with the shit on my desk and have them shipped to my mansion in Louisiana.