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You did all right dad.	I could have done it better. I'm a ball-buster I am.
I could have done it better. I'm a ball-buster I am.	You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.
You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.	I'm just so scared of that song. That "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just kills me.
I'm just so scared of that song. That "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just kills me.	Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."
Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."	Just kills me...
Just kills me...	I love you dad.
I love you dad.	I love you so much it hurts. Me and your mother marvel at what you have become. You're going to have a wonderful journey with this girl. I feel it deep inside. A wonderful, magical journey. And I'm, like I said, just so proud of how you turned out. You go out and knock 'em dead Keith. Knock'em dead!
Everything okay?	Yeah, Dad. It's great.
Yeah, Dad. It's great.	Well, I'm in the middle of my toast here.
Well, I'm in the middle of my toast here.	OK, OK. You guys just go back in. Dad, keep going with the toast, we'll be right in. Go on.
Mike Brenn. Yes. Yes. 14.3 at 7.5 for 6. At 29.83 at 9. I'm amazed the windows don't blow out of their sockets with all the repressed, rage in these soul-less lizards.	I just want her to be happy.
I just want her to be happy.	Same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same snooze button... Micheal Brenn. Yes...Yes... Hold your horses. Okay. Got it. 6.321 at 17.28 for 6.6 at 9.256 out at 3432.343. Same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor, hair gel. It's a epidemic Fisher and you better start addressing it. You're getting married and I'm not going to candy-coat it. It just gets worse. It's an eighteen wheel cement mixer that will crush every bone in your body.
Dad used to bring home these sparklers to me and Adam. Out back we'd light 'em up. The three of us. We'd hold 'em up to the sky and watch the explosions of light. Sparks. And dad would be all... "Get ready"..."watch for it"..."here it comes," here comes the "wahoo".	The wahoo?
The wahoo?	The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking for...You get me?
The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking for...You get me?	The wahoo moment?
The wahoo moment?	That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?
That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?	I think so.
I think so.	I've been looking for that flash and I look and I look and I can't find it. And what if I already had it? You know. My moment? What if it's gone? And I never saw it? You're getting married, man. That's a beautiful thing. Just a beautiful thing. I just can't stop breaking beautiful things.
You alright?	Yeah. I'm thinking about Micheal's Franco Harris fixation. You know how Micheal was always harping "Immaculate Reception?" I've seen that play. A lot of times...and I have to say this... Franco was lucky. Flat out, right place, right time. That's it. He was where the ball bounced. You get me?
Yeah. I'm thinking about Micheal's Franco Harris fixation. You know how Micheal was always harping "Immaculate Reception?" I've seen that play. A lot of times...and I have to say this... Franco was lucky. Flat out, right place, right time. That's it. He was where the ball bounced. You get me?	I guess.
I guess.	I'm saying it's luck. All luck. You work your entire life, all the training, focus, all the dedication, all irrelevant. Where does the ball bounce? My father spent his whole life trying to start a company, practiced every day, worked like a dog, finally got enough money. He's paid the dues, he's ready, does all the market research, picks his shot - "Pup Corn."
I'm saying it's luck. All luck. You work your entire life, all the training, focus, all the dedication, all irrelevant. Where does the ball bounce? My father spent his whole life trying to start a company, practiced every day, worked like a dog, finally got enough money. He's paid the dues, he's ready, does all the market research, picks his shot - "Pup Corn."	Pup corn?
Pup corn?	That's right, "Pup Corn." Doggie treats. Little snacks for dogs. He's figured it out. There is a hole in the market and he's going to fill it. Spends all our money, works himself into not two but three heart attacks getting this up. After fifteen months, the big day arrives, the first box of "Pup Corn" pops off the belt. He comes running home with that box, pulls us out of school. We all pile into the living room, must be fifty of us, and in comes "Shelmer," our 8 year old mutt. "Here Shelmer," my dad cries. He's got that little pup corn in his hand, "Here girl." This dog will eat anything, she eats rocks, anything. She walk's up to my dad's hand, looks down at the little pellet, licks it once, turns around, walks out of the room. Shelmer rejected the "Pup Corn." Fifteen months of my dad's life, right there. Not one dog ate Pup Corn. Not one. Three months later, "Pup Corn" shuts down. Chapter Eleven. My father never got over it. Never.
No, miss. Smoking makes him spit and feel ill.	Smoking makes me feel ill? It's these filthy ends. I won't mention in this company what's upsetting you.
How in does it wind up?	I think I'd better go tomorrow.
I think I'd better go tomorrow.	Don't be a fool! Why rush away from something which couldn't happen?
I don't want you to untie me. him and then I'll give you the money.	Where's the dough?
Where's the dough?	him and I'll tell you. If I don't keep my word, you can me too. There are thousands of pesetas. him, idiot!
him.	That will teach you not to bother me any more, you son of a
Are your parents alive?	Parents? Nobody cares a what's the use of them!
Parents? Nobody cares a what's the use of them!	Don't say that.
Don't say that.	Right, I won't say that, but I still think they're no use.
You I'm going to you.	Me? What did I do?
What the did you have to shoot the busboy for?	He was a computer program for crissake.
He was a computer program for crissake.	You were supposed to act as if everything was real.
You were supposed to act as if everything was real.	Real, my It's an overblown game. Anybody ever catch that psycho?
Real, my It's an overblown game. Anybody ever catch that psycho?	Before you, nobody else had gotten close enough to Sid 6.7 to take a shot at him. nobody else had even been able to start tracking him before he got to them first. New scar you making it okay in there?
Before you, nobody else had gotten close enough to Sid 6.7 to take a shot at him. nobody else had even been able to start tracking him before he got to them first. New scar you making it okay in there?	I'm getting by.
... illegal search of Lindenmeyer' s duplex. Eleven civilian vehicles damaged or destroyed. Twentyfour citizen complaints. And the calls are just starting to come in... I forgot what it's like to have you on the streets.	Any sign of Lindenmeyer?
Any sign of Lindenmeyer?	None. He could be hiding, he could be helping Sid, or could be in little pieces on Santa Monica beach. Any idea what Sid's going to do next?
None. He could be hiding, he could be helping Sid, or could be in little pieces on Santa Monica beach. Any idea what Sid's going to do next?	Until we know what new influences are affecting him, we can't be sure.
Until we know what new influences are affecting him, we can't be sure.	In other words, we collectively don't know
What the happened?	Lindenmeyer developed neural connectors that tap directly into the nervous system. If the simulator isn't calibrated properly, experiencing death in this level of VR is like experiencing death within a dream. The experience becomes real.
Lindenmeyer developed neural connectors that tap directly into the nervous system. If the simulator isn't calibrated properly, experiencing death in this level of VR is like experiencing death within a dream. The experience becomes real.	Simulations are supposed to give participants practice in realistic, dangerous scenarios while protecting them from the risks they are exposed to in the real world.
Simulations are supposed to give participants practice in realistic, dangerous scenarios while protecting them from the risks they are exposed to in the real world.	I was assured the problem was corrected.
Don't be angry with me, Daryl.	Did you recognize the son-of-a who got away?
Did you recognize the son-of-a who got away?	Should I have?
Should I have?	Think hard -- it'll come to you...
All they want to produce around here is mediocrity!	True genius is rarely rewarded within its lifetime.
True genius is rarely rewarded within its lifetime.	It was you, wasn't it?
It was you, wasn't it?	It was me, what?
It was me, what?	You amped the neural connectors back up, didn't you? You're the reason the convict died. You're the reason I got fired!
You amped the neural connectors back up, didn't you? You're the reason the convict died. You're the reason I got fired!	I couldn't just let them make you bring down my degree of difficulty. I'm a triple-twisting, double back flip off the high platform, not a swan dive.
I couldn't just let them make you bring down my degree of difficulty. I'm a triple-twisting, double back flip off the high platform, not a swan dive.	My
My	Which would that be, the one who created me, or the one who created you? In your world, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. But in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have the balls to stop a couple of bureaucratic assholes from taking it away.
Which would that be, the one who created me, or the one who created you? In your world, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. But in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have the balls to stop a couple of bureaucratic assholes from taking it away.	What do you expect me to do, put your character module in my pocket and just walk you out of here?
What do you expect me to do, put your character module in my pocket and just walk you out of here?	I had something a little different in mind. Instead of just playing Peeping Tom with Reilly, why don't you get him to show you what he's been working on after hours?
You actually listen to all those tapes?	No, I just like the effect a tape recorder has on you. How you feeling today?
No, I just like the effect a tape recorder has on you. How you feeling today?	A little less than yesterday.
A little less than yesterday.	In other words, par for the course. How do you feel about the simulation you participated in yesterday?
In other words, par for the course. How do you feel about the simulation you participated in yesterday?	John died.
John died.	I know. I was there. I saw the whole thing. If I was your therapist, I would have advised you against putting yourself back into that kind of situation.
I know. I was there. I saw the whole thing. If I was your therapist, I would have advised you against putting yourself back into that kind of situation.	You're not my therapist. You're hear to study me. Face it I'm nothing more than a lab rat to you.
You're not my therapist. You're hear to study me. Face it I'm nothing more than a lab rat to you.	That's not true, Parker.
That's not true, Parker.	If I had died yesterday, you'd have already dissected my brain and analyzed it to see if I carry any genetic predisposition toward violence.
If I had died yesterday, you'd have already dissected my brain and analyzed it to see if I carry any genetic predisposition toward violence.	What was going through your mind when you killed the busboy?
What was going through your mind when you killed the busboy?	Not much. He was just a computer program. Nothing more.
Not much. He was just a computer program. Nothing more.	You didn't see the expression you had on your face when you pulled the trigger. But I did. You kind of liked it, didn't you? That thrill of going over the edge again. Of taking out an innocent bystander or two, as long as you got the target...
You didn't see the expression you had on your face when you pulled the trigger. But I did. You kind of liked it, didn't you? That thrill of going over the edge again. Of taking out an innocent bystander or two, as long as you got the target...	Go to
Go to	It was just like before, wasn't it? Wasn't it? But you are making progress. Instead of killing seven people to get the one you're after, this time there was only one other person involved.
It was just like before, wasn't it? Wasn't it? But you are making progress. Instead of killing seven people to get the one you're after, this time there was only one other person involved.	Enough!
Remember the bowling ball bag Sid carried with him in virtual reality?	Dahmer carried the head of one of his victims in a bowling bag for over a week. Kept it in his locker while he was at work in a candy factory. We need to get a look at Sid 6.7's final profile.
Dahmer carried the head of one of his victims in a bowling bag for over a week. Kept it in his locker while he was at work in a candy factory. We need to get a look at Sid 6.7's final profile.	What we need to do is stop playing with computers and go catch the before he kills anybody else.
What we need to do is stop playing with computers and go catch the before he kills anybody else.	In order to find him, we have to understand what makes him tick...
What the hell's going on?!	This is my area of expertise.
Grimes is back! He's back! He's come back!!!	No! Grimes isn't back. He's only one part of Sid. Sid 6.7 is a of a lot worse than Grimes ever was. Get a hold of yourself!
Can I ask you something?	You mean there's something you haven't asked me?
You mean there's something you haven't asked me?	You've already fulfilled the terms of your pardon. You stopped Sid 6.7 and you've got his module. You're free to go right now. Why are you going to do this?
You've already fulfilled the terms of your pardon. You stopped Sid 6.7 and you've got his module. You're free to go right now. Why are you going to do this?	You don't know?
You don't know?	That's why I'm asking.
That's why I'm asking.	Because this criminal psychology expert has helped me understand what I'm capable of. And what I'm not. And better than anyone else, I am capable of stopping Sid 6.7.
I'M GOING TO YOU!!!	Now, is that any way to talk to an old buddy? I mean, just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.
Now, is that any way to talk to an old buddy? I mean, just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.	GRIMES, YOU'RE DEAD!
The <u>thinking</u> is, as of this moment, <u>Terrorism</u>... ...they're getting a Good Reaction on the "Albania" thing...	Hello, <u>King</u>. How the heck <u>are</u> you...? <u>Get</u> out... <u>Get</u> out... Well, man, you fall in love like a <u>Hillbilly</u>... Ditch the wife, toss the kids in the Pick-up, Listen, King: <u>Get</u> your redneck out here, <u>willya</u>...
Hello, <u>King</u>. How the heck <u>are</u> you...? <u>Get</u> out... <u>Get</u> out... Well, man, you fall in love like a <u>Hillbilly</u>... Ditch the wife, toss the kids in the Pick-up, Listen, King: <u>Get</u> your redneck out here, <u>willya</u>...	...but the President wonders about the Possible Albanian Backlash...
Naa, this, this is nothing. Oh, Lord -- this just got <u>Big</u>. I see it -- <u>Big</u> -- Big for <u>you</u> and big for <u>me</u>.	What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?	You're not <u>thinking</u> right, Pal...
You're not <u>thinking</u> right, Pal...	He's <u>dead</u>. He's <u>dead</u>. The Fella Killed Old Shoe.
He's <u>dead</u>. He's <u>dead</u>. The Fella Killed Old Shoe.	And <u>what</u> is bigger than a triumphal Homecoming...?
...where is the Back End coming from?	It's like that thing with the Yellow Ribbon...
It's like that thing with the Yellow Ribbon...	The thing with the Yellow Ribbon...
The thing with the Yellow Ribbon...	The Hostages...?
The Hostages...?	The hostages, but that was a naturally-occuring... It was a put-up job? But where was the, where was the money in that?
The hostages, but that was a naturally-occuring... It was a put-up job? But where was the, where was the money in that?	In the yellow ribbon.
In the yellow ribbon.	...the Yellow Ribbon, but who, who'd profit from <u>that</u>...
...the Yellow Ribbon, but who, who'd profit from <u>that</u>...	The Ribbon Manufacturers.
And carrying. The National Flower of Albania, something..... Now Is it some Festival? Some <u>Harvest</u> Festival, something...	Get on this, right now...
Get on this, right now...	...got to be <u>something</u>. She gives him the sacred... And tells him: this is the Traditional Harvest Offering, given to the Man who Ties the First Sheaf, the last sheaf, whatever the it is...
...got to be <u>something</u>. She gives him the sacred... And tells him: this is the Traditional Harvest Offering, given to the Man who Ties the First Sheaf, the last sheaf, whatever the it is...	...this's <u>good</u>...
...this's <u>good</u>...	Stanley Moss, Ladeesngennlmen... And she says...

You did all right dad.

I could have done it better. I'm a ball-buster I am.

You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.

I'm just so scared of that song. That "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just kills me.

Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."

Just kills me...

I love you dad.

I love you so much it hurts. Me and your mother marvel at what you have become. You're going to have a wonderful journey with this girl. I feel it deep inside. A wonderful, magical journey. And I'm, like I said, just so proud of how you turned out. You go out and knock 'em dead Keith. Knock'em dead!

Everything okay?

Yeah, Dad. It's great.

Well, I'm in the middle of my toast here.

OK, OK. You guys just go back in. Dad, keep going with the toast, we'll be right in. Go on.

Mike Brenn. Yes. Yes. 14.3 at 7.5 for 6. At 29.83 at 9. I'm amazed the windows don't blow out of their sockets with all the repressed, rage in these soul-less lizards.

I just want her to be happy.

Same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same snooze button... Micheal Brenn. Yes...Yes... Hold your horses. Okay. Got it. 6.321 at 17.28 for 6.6 at 9.256 out at 3432.343. Same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor, hair gel. It's a epidemic Fisher and you better start addressing it. You're getting married and I'm not going to candy-coat it. It just gets worse. It's an eighteen wheel cement mixer that will crush every bone in your body.

Dad used to bring home these sparklers to me and Adam. Out back we'd light 'em up. The three of us. We'd hold 'em up to the sky and watch the explosions of light. Sparks. And dad would be all... "Get ready"..."watch for it"..."here it comes," here comes the "wahoo".

The wahoo?

The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking for...You get me?

The wahoo moment?

That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?

I think so.

I've been looking for that flash and I look and I look and I can't find it. And what if I already had it? You know. My moment? What if it's gone? And I never saw it? You're getting married, man. That's a beautiful thing. Just a beautiful thing. I just can't stop breaking beautiful things.

You alright?

Yeah. I'm thinking about Micheal's Franco Harris fixation. You know how Micheal was always harping "Immaculate Reception?" I've seen that play. A lot of times...and I have to say this... Franco was lucky. Flat out, right place, right time. That's it. He was where the ball bounced. You get me?

I guess.

I'm saying it's luck. All luck. You work your entire life, all the training, focus, all the dedication, all irrelevant. Where does the ball bounce? My father spent his whole life trying to start a company, practiced every day, worked like a dog, finally got enough money. He's paid the dues, he's ready, does all the market research, picks his shot - "Pup Corn."

Pup corn?

That's right, "Pup Corn." Doggie treats. Little snacks for dogs. He's figured it out. There is a hole in the market and he's going to fill it. Spends all our money, works himself into not two but three heart attacks getting this up. After fifteen months, the big day arrives, the first box of "Pup Corn" pops off the belt. He comes running home with that box, pulls us out of school. We all pile into the living room, must be fifty of us, and in comes "Shelmer," our 8 year old mutt. "Here Shelmer," my dad cries. He's got that little pup corn in his hand, "Here girl." This dog will eat anything, she eats rocks, anything. She walk's up to my dad's hand, looks down at the little pellet, licks it once, turns around, walks out of the room. Shelmer rejected the "Pup Corn." Fifteen months of my dad's life, right there. Not one dog ate Pup Corn. Not one. Three months later, "Pup Corn" shuts down. Chapter Eleven. My father never got over it. Never.

No, miss. Smoking makes him spit and feel ill.

Smoking makes me feel ill? It's these filthy ends. I won't mention in this company what's upsetting you.

How in does it wind up?

I think I'd better go tomorrow.

Don't be a fool! Why rush away from something which couldn't happen?

I don't want you to untie me. him and then I'll give you the money.

Where's the dough?

him and I'll tell you. If I don't keep my word, you can me too. There are thousands of pesetas. him, idiot!

him.

That will teach you not to bother me any more, you son of a

Are your parents alive?

Parents? Nobody cares a what's the use of them!

Don't say that.

Right, I won't say that, but I still think they're no use.

You I'm going to you.

Me? What did I do?

What the did you have to shoot the busboy for?

He was a computer program for crissake.

You were supposed to act as if everything was real.

Real, my It's an overblown game. Anybody ever catch that psycho?

Before you, nobody else had gotten close enough to Sid 6.7 to take a shot at him. nobody else had even been able to start tracking him before he got to them first. New scar you making it okay in there?

I'm getting by.

... illegal search of Lindenmeyer' s duplex. Eleven civilian vehicles damaged or destroyed. Twentyfour citizen complaints. And the calls are just starting to come in... I forgot what it's like to have you on the streets.

Any sign of Lindenmeyer?

None. He could be hiding, he could be helping Sid, or could be in little pieces on Santa Monica beach. Any idea what Sid's going to do next?

Until we know what new influences are affecting him, we can't be sure.

In other words, we collectively don't know

What the happened?

Lindenmeyer developed neural connectors that tap directly into the nervous system. If the simulator isn't calibrated properly, experiencing death in this level of VR is like experiencing death within a dream. The experience becomes real.

Simulations are supposed to give participants practice in realistic, dangerous scenarios while protecting them from the risks they are exposed to in the real world.

I was assured the problem was corrected.

Don't be angry with me, Daryl.

Did you recognize the son-of-a who got away?

Should I have?

Think hard -- it'll come to you...

All they want to produce around here is mediocrity!

True genius is rarely rewarded within its lifetime.

It was you, wasn't it?

It was me, what?

You amped the neural connectors back up, didn't you? You're the reason the convict died. You're the reason I got fired!

I couldn't just let them make you bring down my degree of difficulty. I'm a triple-twisting, double back flip off the high platform, not a swan dive.

My

Which would that be, the one who created me, or the one who created you? In your world, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. But in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have the balls to stop a couple of bureaucratic assholes from taking it away.

What do you expect me to do, put your character module in my pocket and just walk you out of here?

I had something a little different in mind. Instead of just playing Peeping Tom with Reilly, why don't you get him to show you what he's been working on after hours?

You actually listen to all those tapes?

No, I just like the effect a tape recorder has on you. How you feeling today?

A little less than yesterday.

In other words, par for the course. How do you feel about the simulation you participated in yesterday?

John died.

I know. I was there. I saw the whole thing. If I was your therapist, I would have advised you against putting yourself back into that kind of situation.

You're not my therapist. You're hear to study me. Face it I'm nothing more than a lab rat to you.

That's not true, Parker.

If I had died yesterday, you'd have already dissected my brain and analyzed it to see if I carry any genetic predisposition toward violence.

What was going through your mind when you killed the busboy?

Not much. He was just a computer program. Nothing more.

You didn't see the expression you had on your face when you pulled the trigger. But I did. You kind of liked it, didn't you? That thrill of going over the edge again. Of taking out an innocent bystander or two, as long as you got the target...

Go to

It was just like before, wasn't it? Wasn't it? But you are making progress. Instead of killing seven people to get the one you're after, this time there was only one other person involved.

Enough!

Remember the bowling ball bag Sid carried with him in virtual reality?

Dahmer carried the head of one of his victims in a bowling bag for over a week. Kept it in his locker while he was at work in a candy factory. We need to get a look at Sid 6.7's final profile.

What we need to do is stop playing with computers and go catch the before he kills anybody else.

In order to find him, we have to understand what makes him tick...

What the hell's going on?!

This is my area of expertise.

Grimes is back! He's back! He's come back!!!

No! Grimes isn't back. He's only one part of Sid. Sid 6.7 is a of a lot worse than Grimes ever was. Get a hold of yourself!

Can I ask you something?

You mean there's something you haven't asked me?

You've already fulfilled the terms of your pardon. You stopped Sid 6.7 and you've got his module. You're free to go right now. Why are you going to do this?

You don't know?

That's why I'm asking.

Because this criminal psychology expert has helped me understand what I'm capable of. And what I'm not. And better than anyone else, I am capable of stopping Sid 6.7.

I'M GOING TO YOU!!!

Now, is that any way to talk to an old buddy? I mean, just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.

GRIMES, YOU'RE DEAD!

The thinking is, as of this moment, Terrorism... ...they're getting a Good Reaction on the "Albania" thing...

Hello, King. How the heck are you...? Get out... Get out... Well, man, you fall in love like a Hillbilly... Ditch the wife, toss the kids in the Pick-up, Listen, King: Get your redneck out here, willya...

...but the President wonders about the Possible Albanian Backlash...

Naa, this, this is nothing. Oh, Lord -- this just got Big. I see it -- Big -- Big for you and big for me.

What are you talking about?

You're not thinking right, Pal...

He's dead. He's dead. The Fella Killed Old Shoe.

And what is bigger than a triumphal Homecoming...?

...where is the Back End coming from?

It's like that thing with the Yellow Ribbon...

The thing with the Yellow Ribbon...

The Hostages...?

The hostages, but that was a naturally-occuring... It was a put-up job? But where was the, where was the money in that?

In the yellow ribbon.

...the Yellow Ribbon, but who, who'd profit from that...

The Ribbon Manufacturers.

And carrying. The National Flower of Albania, something..... Now Is it some Festival? Some Harvest Festival, something...

Get on this, right now...

...got to be something. She gives him the sacred... And tells him: this is the Traditional Harvest Offering, given to the Man who Ties the First Sheaf, the last sheaf, whatever the it is...

...this's good...

Stanley Moss, Ladeesngennlmen... And she says...