Fletch As I pulled up to my palatial, imitation apartment building, I noticed the familiar red Oldsmo-Buick of Mr. Arnold T. Pants, Esquire. Attorney for the former Mrs. Irwin M. Fletcher. Time to use the service entrance. Fletch You know, I came this close to buying this place, but then I found out that Hop-along Cassidy killed himself here. Alan Stanwyk Who? Fletch Hop-along Cassidy. Bow and arrow. Very Weird. Alan Stanwyk What, are you doped up now? Alan Stanwyk Do you own rubber gloves? Fletch I rent. I have a lease, with an option to buy.