During the protection of a witness and his wife in a arms deal trial, the wife is kidnapped. Now the witness isn't equally motivated to testify.

Chapel plans to put the claustrophobic arms dealer in a box to make him talk, but a zealous cop instead puts him in jail. Chapel enlists a guard inside the prison (from Bitter end) to help him play with the drug dealers mind. But can a crooked guard really be trusted?

And where will the racist gun buyers fit into all this?

When a little girl suddenly loses consciousness, it is suspected that the grass fertilizer is the cause. The girl may die if the manufacturer doesn't give the doctors the formula.

But the manufacturer doesn't want to lose any profits, and hires a lawyer, Michael Dearborn, that buries all evidence - and even blackmails a scientist that wants to testify into going away for a long time.

Chapel uses a client to switch judges, but Dearborn seems to have every advantage against the prosecuting attorney, Bizzini, a slob with very litle experience.

It seems it's time to bring out the chain saw, the shovel, some pepper spray and a brand new eighteen-piece suit...