FBI catches a suspected serial murderer through identification of his shoes. But after he's been jailed, evidence surfaces that exhonorates the suspect, and claims that the real serial murderer is dead. The FBI profiler, Dr Walker, doesn't want to admits his mistake and buries all evidence.

When Mr Chapel finds out about this, he and KC, blackmails the second in command at the FBI profiling division. Chapel then starts to harass Dr Walker over the phone, and teasing him about catching the wrong man.

He uses the favour of a client to make it appear that the killer has struck again, just to tick Dr Walker off, but Walker is no fool, and uses his knowledge to profile Chapel.

IRS agent Gifford Marshall thinks that one of his dates has scorned him, and starts a hard investigation into her gallery, and even fakes evidence against her. It turns out that it's not his first time.

The woman, Theresa, meets Mr Chapel, who makes her the offer of helping her.

He starts by contacting Otto Carson, another IRS agent, and offers to be his ""get out of jail""-card, if he helps him create agent Marshall's perfect ""client"". So Chapel becomes spoiled millionaire Anthony Cooper, who dates Theresa, evades his taxes, and even is on the run.

KC is set up as Cooper's ex-wife, a cars saleswoman. In the meantime, Chapel uses Otto to steal things from IRS's confiscated goods. His coup de grace is buying a house for agent Marshall...

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...