MacGyver (1985–1992): Season 6, Episode 11 - Squeeze Play - full transcript

Mama Colton: Easy
with my bags, now.

I know they're heavy.

Thank you, baby, you done good.

Much obliged.

Well, look who's come to
welcome his mama home.

Hello, froggie, come on to mama.

Hi, froggie baby.
My froggie baby.

There's a mama's froggie baby.

How's that baby? How's
that baby? How's that...

- Hi, MacGyver.
- Hi, mama.

I see you made it through
the week with my dog.



Thanks for taking
care of him for me.

Where are the boys?

Well, frank and Jesse got called

on a big jump-bail case,

right in the middle
of the family reunion.

And my mother

Won't let Billy
come home just now.

Do you know he had
nerve enough to tell her

he liked her cooking
better than mine?

Whoo.

Will you bring those bags
in for me? Come on, frog.

Froggie. Froggie baby.

Froggie baby.

Come on, baby. Come on, baby.



(Froggie barking)

Mama Colton: Hey,
what are you doing?

- (Crashing)
- Come back here!

Mama?

Hold him!

Help!

Thief!

Thief!

Get lost.

(Growling)

- I'll go this way.
- I'll go the other.

(Barking)

All right, let's hold it up.

Somebody's in big trouble.

Ricky?

I didn't want to steal your
baseball cards, Mrs. Colton.

But I had to, or t.J. Mitchell
would have beat me up.

You stole my son's
baseball cards? Why?

Somebody traded
me some bogus cards

that they got
from t. J. Mitchell.

I tried to trade them back
to t.J. And he caught me.

Counterfeit baseball cards?

Well, what did you do
with the box you just took?

I gave them to t.J.

He trades at the
batter's box card shop.

That's where the novis
Reilly trading post is.

Novis Reilly?

Now don't you tell me, Ricky,

that he had something
to do with this.

He's a famous baseball player.

Ah!

Novis,

you make a gambler's bet,

You gotta pay a gambler's debt.

When marsh says get the
Reggie Jackson collection

before it goes in the museum,

You do like you're told.

(Grunts)

(Groans)

I won't do like I'm told!

I don't steal from friends.

You tell marsh I
won't cross that line.

You will get the
Jackson collection.

And tell your daughter to
quit hassling our card dealers,

or she's gonna get
a lot worse than this.

MacGyver, you got to
get those cards back.

Frank's been savin'
'em since the '50s.

Well, Mrs. Colton, I
really think you should

call the police.
They know how to...

And just how quickly do you
think they're gonna get here

on a call about
some baseball cards?

You got to go
down to the, where?

Batter's box card shop. It's
three blocks over on third.

You got to go down there

and get my son's cards back.

And I'll be down there shortly.

But, Mrs. Colton...

MacGyver,

you always said just
call if I needed help

when the boys weren't
here, didn't you?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Well.

Yes, ma'am.

And Ricky, you come with me.

We're going upstairs
and telephone,

And talk to your mama and papa.

Get out of the way, frog.

Keep up the good work, t.J.

(Computer keys clacking)

Yeah, I'll be with
you in a second, chief.

I listed your card
on the bulletin board.

You get an offer,
I'll let you know.

Don't do anything
stupid with it, huh?

Scram.

(Phone dialing)

(Phone ringing)

Yeah, what's up, chief?

- Um...
- Oh!

Hey, man.

Uh, neighborhood munchkin's
got a primo Dwight gooden.

Rookie year.

Yeah, I'll make him an offer.

- Yeah.
- Yeah,

I'm lookin' for a kid,
name of t.J. Mitchell.

Everybody's lookin'
for somebody, my man.

What do you want with him?

Well, I'm trying to locate
a box of baseball cards.

I think t.J. Might have it.

Can't help you.

Can't

Or won't?

I don't know.

Take your pick, my man.

Either way, you
get nothing here.

The Mitchell kid made a
trade with Eli "the expert"

in that back room
there. They both just left.

I know who you are, sweetheart,

And I want you out
of my store, like, now.

This baseball has a very phony
Roger maris signature on it,

chief.

And look at the blurred dot
patterns on these baseball cards.

Lousy counterfeitin', my man.

You talk to this guy,
or I'll have my friend

From the d.A.'S office in
here so fast, your hair'll fall out.

Out of here, honey, now!

- (Exclaiming)
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You don't have to
get so physical, okay?

Out of my store, both of you!

Easy.

There are other ways
of handlin' it, okay?

Okay. No problem.

But you guys are exploiting
kids through baseball cards,

and I am gonna get to the
bottom of it. You hear me?

Hey, big guy, I have a feeling

you and I could wreak some
havoc together. I'm Wendy.

MacGyver, and I don't have time

to "wreak havoc" right now.

I am talking about
hoodlum rip-off artists

who bully people,
ruin their lives,

and exploit kids, and
you don't have the time?

I mean, just lookin' at you,

I figured you're the
kind of guy who'd wanna

jump right in and help take
down these kind of scuzzballs.

Uh, Wendy...

I've got a police friend
who is very good at his job.

I'm gonna throw it over to him.

You got a problem with these
people, I suggest you do the same.

Buddy, you tell a cop you got a baseball
card problem, and he's gonna look at you

like you lost your cotton-pickin'
mind. I've been there.

What about your friend
in the d.A.'S office?

Oh, I was just
bluffing that flake.

I mean, cops, d.A., they're busy
breakin' their necks with the heavy stuff,

like murder, rape,
assault, battery.

Baseball cards
don't mean a thing

'cause they just ain't got that
ring. You know what I mean?

MacGyver.

MacGyver,

Did you get my
boy's cards back yet?

No, and if he doesn't work
with me, lady, he won't.

I don't believe I've
had the pleasure.

- I'm mama Colton.
- Hi.

Uh, this is Wendy.

And we gotta get
movin', Mrs. Colton.

I mean, I was just telling
handsome here that we gotta roll

while the trail's still hot.

But he doesn't want
to work with me,

and I'm the one
with all the expertise.

What do you think of that?

Well, I don't know
all the particulars,

But I do know two
heads are better than one.

Here's the list of all the cards
that were taken, MacGyver.

Holy moley, 1951
Willie mays rookie card!

Reggie Jackson, mantle,
maris, clemente, DiMaggio, Paige.

Mrs. Colton, we're talkin' over
$50,000 worth of cards here.

We have to get these back.

$50,000?

MacGyver, I think
you ought to consider

working with this
young lady, don't you?

Mama, I hardly even
know this young lady.

Well, you're both
traveling on the same path,

and she seems to know the road.

MacGyver?

I don't have my
boys here to help me.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, froggie, let's go.

(Sighing) All right.
Where do we start?

With a chalk talk. My place.

Actually, I was wondering
why you're so involved in this.

Because my dad is a victim.

Oh, don't worry, I'll
tell you all about it.

Is this your car?
'57 nomad, wow!

That was same year Hank
Aaron was the national league mvp.

Real nice.

(Car engine starting)

(Beeping)

(Phone ringing)

(Phone ringing)

Hello? Hello?

Yeah, this is, uh, Tim,
down at the batter's box.

Reilly's daughter was just here,

Threatening d.A. Action.

Really?

Well, we'll get her
straightened out.

These cards are mint
condition originals.

I can make copies that
will sell to any card shop

in any card show

anywhere in the country.

That's very good, Eli.

Get on it.

Wendy: The stakes
in sports memorabilia

have gotten real high, MacGyver.

Even a pair of kid's underwear

signed by babe Ruth
got thousands bid on 'em.

I mean, players change
caps and jerseys several times

in record-breaking games, so
they can sell off more collectibles.

And cons, creeps, and organized
crime are taking advantage,

because there's no real
protection for the consumer,

which are mostly kids.

That makes me so
mad, I could scream.

(Exclaiming)

So, you're a baseball fan.

I'm not a fan, I'm a product.

Product?

I love baseball, and
hate anything that hurts it.

(Laughing) Oh...

Like this lizard.

Bill marsh.

Used to deal in
gambling and extortion.

Now he's in sports collectibles.

Marsh buys, steals,
trades, sells, forges,

Counterfeits, you name
it. That's the guy I'm after.

And that's the guy you
and I are gonna stop.

Wendy: Dad.

Dad?

Your father's novis Reilly?

Who are you?

Uh, my name's MacGyver, sir.

He's gonna help me find marsh's
big house and bring him down.

Wendy, you can't be draggin'
strangers into our personal business.

I don't want to hear
another word about marsh.

He'll hurt you,
honey, I know he will.

I came over here to tell
you to stay out of this.

No. I'm out when you're out,
and not one minute before.

You know anything
about me, MacGyver?

Oh, yeah.

You ever see me play baseball?

Sure.

Uh, when I was going to college,

I used to Usher out at mets
stadium once in a while.

That doesn't mean you
really watched me play.

Uh...

You used to have this
nervous thing you'd do

Whenever you thought
you could steal second base.

You'd kind of rub the
back of your nose, like this,

Sort of backhanded, like.
It was a dead giveaway.

You're sayin' you
read me like a book?

Lucky nobody else did, huh?

Yeah.

You're all right.

She's brought some real bozos
around here, you know what I mean?

Sorry, MacGyver, subtlety
is not a Reilly family trait.

I guess my daughter's
definitely proof of that.

Honey, I'm gonna
tell you one more time.

You're in over your
head with marsh.

Now, stay out of my
affairs before you get hurt.

Please.

No. I'm not gonna back off.

I am gonna go after
marsh with all I've got.

100%, dad.

Some mess, huh?

No kiddin'. How'd you
get tied into a guy like this?

Dad spent like his baseball
career would never end.

And when it did, he
started gambling to keep up.

Oh, man.

Yeah. And now bill marsh
has gambling markers

with his signature all over 'em.

Threatened to turn the markers
in to the baseball commissioner

If he didn't use his name to front
for their sleazy card shows and stuff.

I mean, they got him
in a squeeze play.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

You know, the gambling
could get him banned

from anything to
do with baseball.

Well, that's what I'm trying
to get him to face up to.

You think bringing down this
marsh would do that for you?

It's the only way I know.

Street sources say that
marsh has a big house

where he forges
and counterfeits.

That's probably where Mrs.
Colton's cards will end up.

The question is,
how do we find it?

Is there a big demand
for this kind of stuff?

Oh, plenty.

But I'd go bonkers
if I lost one.

I mean, to me they're priceless.

Except this.

Bogus Walter Johnson,
I bought at an auction.

Only an ink expert could tell it
isn't the real thing. I'm still mad.

Well, I'm gonna try to put
a homing device in here.

Sure. We'll use their computer
bulletin board for a trade,

and if they take it to the big
house for duplication, we follow.

Brilliant! I mean,
the minute I saw you,

I knew you were
the man for the job.

You better tell me
novis Reilly's in line,

because I just got a call
about his brat daughter

hassling one of our people.

He's not in line, marsh.

We worked him over pretty good,

but he kept saying he's
not crossing that line.

Well, then you didn't
beat him bad enough.

I got a guy willing to
throw down $1 million cash

for the Jackson collection,
no questions asked.

Reilly has to get it.

The guy won't move. What
did you want me to do?

Look, I paid $50,000

for novis Reilly's
gambling markers

and I intend to get a proper
return on my investment.

Now, if beating him
and threatening him

with exposure as a
gambler doesn't cut it,

well, then he's
down to one choice.

Get the Jackson collection,

or die.

Mama Colton: Now, here's the
deal I made with your mom and dad.

For every single
card that you stole,

You gonna read
some kind of book.

Say it.

For every card I stole,

I have to read
some kind of book.

And before you know it,
you're going to love reading.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, I'm gonna hold you to this.

And your mama's
gonna keep a list.

- Agreed?
- Yes, ma'am.

Here are some books
that my son Billy loved.

You take 'em home and read 'em.

Yes, ma'am. I'm
sorry, Mrs. Colton.

Apology accepted.

And you hold your head up,

and take these books home

and read.

Hey, Ricky. How's it goin'?

I've never met anybody like her.

(Laughing)

This place a restaurant?

Used to be, until my boys got
into the bounty hunting business.

This restaurant's my fallback.

So, did you get my
boy's cards back?

Oh, not yet, but
MacGyver's got it wired.

You see?

He put a homing device in
this Walter Johnson baseball,

and we are gonna make
them an offer they can't refuse.

This $10,000 baseball

for $9,000 worth of your cards.

So we will get them back?

Yeah, except they'll
probably be counterfeit copies.

We need Alex to make an offer.

Right this way.

Who's Alex?

Alexandre dumas.

My computer's named after

the black French writer
who wrote three musketeers.

Oh.

Now, Alex, don't you
make me look bad.

Who's our seller?

(Elevator bell dings)

You Dexter?

That's my name. You Mr. Eli?

That's right.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

Great.

MacGyver: That's a
nice elevator you've got.

Oh, nice place you've...

Who's he?

- He's huge.
- Yeah, well, forget him.

Now, I believe
these are the items

you are looking for.

1950s.

Rookies.

Wow.

These are excellent.

You have somethin'
for me to look at?

Huh? Oh, oh, yeah.

Be careful.

Eli: Undeniably...

Walter Johnson.

One of the cleanest I have seen.

Boy, I really think I'm
skinnin' a fat pig here.

I'll be happy to make the trade

for my client.

So, you ready to
do business, slick?

I guess I'll just make
the deal and go.

Good.

(Faint bleeping)

Here we go.

Novis on TV: When the chips
were down in a crucial game,

there was nobody better
at rising to the occasion

Than the man we came
to cheer as Mr. October.

Ladies and gentlemen, as
the chairman of acquisitions

for the American
museum of baseball,

it's my pleasure to
welcome my friend,

Mr. Reggie Jackson.

(People clapping)

Thanks, novis.

Jackson: Thank you, novis.

I think we all know that we're
part of something special,

The national pastime.

But you're so busy
playing the game,

it isn't until we
look back later

that you understand or have a
sense of how special it really is.

The American museum of baseball

will continue to
preserve the spirit

of baseball,

Which we all know
affects our youth...

Tomorrow's decision-makers.

I'd like everybody to
know that I look forward

to Saturday's
dedication ceremonies.

Reporter: What equipment
are you dedicating?

I think it's pretty easy to say
that the highlight of my career

was 1977 world
series, the final game.

Hit three home runs.

- (Phone dialing)
- We're gonna

The three baseballs,

the uniform that I wore,
and the glove that I wore

(phone ringing)

During the entire

hello?

Novis.

You're playing the big shot
like nobody can touch you.

Marsh: Now how am I
gonna get it through your head

that you owe me,
and I want to be paid.

Let me put it to
you plainly, novis.

I want the Jackson
collection in two days,

or you don't have to worry
about working in baseball

or making the hall of fame,
because you'll be dead!

(Beeping)

(Phone ringing)

Mrs. Colton,

I need the resident
registered at this address.

Uh-huh.

MacGyver, you're
just like my boys.

Get mama to do the networking.

Mama Colton: I'll
get right back to you.

(Birds chirping)

All right, listen. I'm
gonna check this place out.

You wait for Mrs.
Colton to call back.

This time. But next time I go
in and you answer the phone.

We'll talk about it.

(Dog barking)

Whoa!

(Snarling)

(Dog barking)

Willard: I just
don't understand it.

Look, why don't we steal the
Jackson collection ourselves?

Marsh: Love to, but
nobody knows where it is,

except novis Reilly.

And Jackson hasn't checked
into a hotel anywhere.

So what do you do?

Let the client spend his
$1 million somewhere else?

No, I don't let the client spend
his $1 million somewhere else.

We put our heads together

And we come up with a
way to motivate novis Reilly.

Muscle didn't work,

And apparently he doesn't care
about his reputation anymore.

Marsh: Willard, do you
always have to tell me

what I already know?

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

The house that
MacGyver is asking about

Belongs to a bill marsh.

You're welcome.

Is macgy...

Wendy?

Wendy?

Mama Colton: Wendy?

Wendy, where are you, girl?

(Scraping on door)

(Whispers) MacGyver?

MacGyver?

(Dog snarling)

(Barking)

Wendy: Easy, easy.

Nice doggy.

Nice doggy.

Uh, I had a doggy
kind of like you once.

Only...

My doggy wasn't as pretty.

Huh?

(Muttering indistinctly)

Good doggy.

You know, I've got
the book on Reilly.

There's gotta be a way.

(Dog barking)

You got a woman gardener?

(Dog barking)

That's Reilly's daughter.

Think she heard us talkin'?

Marsh: Doesn't
matter. We've got her.

Good dog, good doggie.

Well, well.

It looks like we just got ourselves
the Reggie Jackson collection.

(Bleeping)

Novis, it's MacGyver.

How'd you get this number?

That's not important right now.

- Marsh just kidnapped Wendy.
- Oh!

No, no, no. I'll
break him in half.

Listen, novis,

I overheard him talkin' about
pressuring you into stealin'

The Reggie Jackson
collection. What about that?

I don't know
anything about that.

I'm gonna have to
look into it, okay?

No, I think before we do
anything, we should call the police.

No. No cops. Not yet.

Look, marsh and his
people are dangerous.

We should talk. But...
but not on the phone.

All right, I'll be right over.
What's your address?

Not here. They might
be watchin' my place.

Where can we meet?

Um, all right, meet
me at 415 maple.

All right.

That's 10 minutes from
here. I'm on my way.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

I've got your daughter, Reilly.

Remember when I told
you you had two days

to get the Reggie
Jackson collection?

Well, now you've got two hours.

Don't listen to him, daddy,
they'll kill us anyway!

You better be listening,
Reilly. Are you listening?

Good. Now I'm gonna
give you a phone number.

7:00 this evening
you call that number,

and you better have my
collection when you dial.

Got a pencil, superstar?

Mama Colton: You ain't got
no children yet, MacGyver.

People don't think straight
when you touch their children.

That man is out
there, he's scared,

and he's angry,
and he is going to do

exactly what
they tell him to do,

which does not include
meeting you here at my house.

Yeah, you're right.

Marsh wants novis to
steal the Jackson collection.

That's gotta be where he is.

Then that's where you gotta go,

that's the only way
you're gonna find her.

Mama, I don't know
where the collection is.

Oh.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I seem to remember my niece
Myra's husband's brother's wife

boasts that she's
been best friends

With an old friend
of Reggie Jackson.

And Reggie never comes
to town unless he visits him.

Let me call Myra.

(Crowd cheering)

Commentator: Jackson swings
and it's a long fly ball to centerfield.

Back goes Rick
Monday. Oh, way back!

It's gone!

Reggie Jackson has hit his
third home run of the game.

Novis!

Reggie?

We know what you got in the bag.

Reggie, I'm sorry.

They got my daughter.

If I don't call 'em in
an hour, she's dead.

They can take my life.

They can take everything.

But not Wendy.

She's my heart.

I know what you want to do,

but believe me,
this is not the way.

Novis, you can use anything
of mine that you need,

but I think you should
listen to MacGyver.

All right.

What's your game plan?

Well, to start,
we call the police.

No.

No cops.

If marsh even thinks he sees
a cop, she's dead, I know that.

Marsh can't let you and
Wendy out of there alive, novis.

You know too much.

Makes sense to me.

All right.

Call your cops.

Novis, I think you're
doing the right thing.

Thanks, Reggie.

MacGyver, I wanna say
it's been nice meeting you.

And on top of that,

if you ever want to sell
that '57 nomad you got,

- just give me a call.
- Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

It's been an honor, Mr. Jackson.

Thanks.

Novis?

You and Wendy
will be in my prayers.

- Thanks, man.
- Be careful.

Go ahead.

Make your call.

I'll put this stuff away.

(Coin clinking)

(Engine starting)

(Tires screeching)

Novis, don't do it!

(Clears throat)

Yeah, what can I
do for you, chief?

Oh, I want to buy
cards. Lotta cards.

What kind of cards
you want to buy?

Baseball cards, maybe?

What do you think?

I got a list here.

Great big, long list.

I love lists.

And number one,

Babe Ruth.

We don't have any
babe Ruth, chief.

Bad start, huh?

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Yeah, probably.

My dad's real rich
and real famous.

It's kind of hard to
avoid all the paparazzi.

He's also got me on this
$30,000 a month allowance.

That kind of draws a lot of
attention, too, you know what I mean?

Okay, I'm ready.

Ready for what?

If you can secure for
me every card I want

within 60 seconds after I
read it from my wish list,

I'll give you a $1,000 bonus.

That's impossible, pal.

Not with computers it's not.

Now, do you want the money

Or not?

- (Snapping fingers)
- Shoot.

Okay.

Stan musial, 1948.

(Keyboard clacking)

Snider, Paige,

berra, Robinson, lemon, 1949,

campanella,
stengel, Williams, '50,

Ford, mantle, mays,
Reese, rizzuto, '51,

spahn, garagiola,
Hodges, slaughter,

Doby, crosetti, '52, minoso,
rosen, fox, kluszewski, '53...

- Stop!
- What, you don't want the money, what?

Listen, chief, I
can't type that fast.

But let me place this order
over the phone, right quick, okay?

Okay, wait.

37 seconds, ready, go.

(Beeping)

Better hustle.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah, what? This is Willard.

Yeah, uh,

I got this guy here who's
got a wish list so long

I can't get it on the
board fast enough.

Uh, so I'm calling
it in. Is that okay?

No, no, it's not okay. Eli went
home. Call back tomorrow.

Uh, listen, pal,

can you come back tomorrow?

I'll get your list.

(Beep)

Sure, I'll come back tomorrow.

But no bonus.

Weak.

(Keyboard clacking)

(Tape rewinding)

MacGyver: Seconds, ready, go.

(Beeping)

(Rewinding)

seconds, ready go.

(Beeping)

(Testing beep tones)

(Beeping)

Mama Colton,

I've got a phone number.

Can you get an address for me

From one of your friends
at the phone company?

Hmm.

Yeah, that would be
Lucinda at this time.

5-5-5

8-1-7-2.

Wendy, are you okay?

I hope you told the cops
where to find these guys.

I wanted the whole
collection, Reilly.

What is this?

It's the bat,

and one of the balls from
Reggie's home runs in the '77 series.

It's a sin you're even near 'em.

You'll get the rest of the collection
when she's out of this place.

Look at this.

He comes in here and he
tells me how it's gonna be.

No respect.

That's my deal.
Take it or leave it.

Oh, so you want to play
games with me, Reilly.

Marsh: Turn it on.

(Machinery humming)

Do it!

No! Let me go.

(Wendy shrieking)

Don't move, Reilly.

Let me go!

Don't hurt her.

Now, that's better.

Now, that sounds like
you have a little respect.

Marsh: Where is the collection?

Willard: We're not gonna
keep askin' you, pal.

You want your daughter
to keep her fingers or not?

(Wendy sobbing)

All right.

I'll tell you where the rest of the
stuff is, but you have to let her go.

Willard: Now he's gettin' smart.

All right, where is it?

Marsh: Come on.

Quit stallin'!

I said, where is it?

The rest of the
stuff's in my car.

He's gonna kill us anyway, dad.

Not unless dad is lying
and the collection isn't there.

Oh, right, you're a
real man of your word.

All right, go with
him and get it.

Am I glad to see you.

Oh, really?

I'm sorry. I panicked.

All right, listen. I'll try and
get 'em away from Wendy.

You be ready to grab her
and move out of here, okay?

Yeah.

(Machine humming)

Go and see what
that's all about.

(Groaning)

(Willard grunting)

Come on, move.

(Both grunting)

Oh, god.

Wendy: Nail him, dad! Whack him!

(Groaning)

You okay?

Yeah. Marsh went
up the stairs. Get him.

- Where's Reggie's ball?
- Marsh has it.

I've got to get it.

(Car engine starting)

(Grunting)

Novis! Pull one
to the scoreboard!

Nice pitch.

Nice hit.

Mama Colton: Thanks
to MacGyver and Wendy,

I don't have to call
my boys and tell them

I lost their collection.

Novis, are you positive
that my boys' baseball cards

Are gonna be safe
in your museum?

Oh, they're gonna be safe.

And they're gonna be
enjoyed by thousands of people

until you decide
you want 'em back.

Mrs. Colton,

I read the first book, Mrs.
Colton. It was real good.

Ricky, I want you
to meet novis Reilly.

- The real novis Reilly?
- Yeah, son.

The real novis Reilly.

I used to work for
the Reilly fan club

before you stopped it.

Do you think I could get your
autograph? I've got $30 saved.

How much does he want, MacGyver?

I don't think he
wants anything, Ricky.

Except for you to share
his love for the game.

Give me your ball, son.

MacGyver's absolutely right.

Your appreciation of the
game's payment enough for me.

Novis: It took me a
lifetime to learn, but...

There are some things it's
just not right to put a price on.