Cracker (1993) s01e05 Episode Script

I'm sorry, Fitz, I'mgoing to have to let you go.
Upstairs, Downstairs.
- Sorry? - Oh, it's silly.
It's just thatwhenever they were going to sack one of the servants in Upstairs, Downstairs, they used to say, "I'm very sorry, we'll have to let you go", as if the servant was straining at the leash, and poor old Hannah Gordon was hanging on for dear life, but she was knackered and had to let them go.
Yeah, my mother liked that one.
You're sacking me.
Why don't you just say it? Well I'm sacking you.
I'm sorry.
How sorry? This sorry? That sorry? Lose-a-nlght's-sleep sorry? Go-home-and-top-yourself sorry? Divide-up-your-salary-and-give-me-half sorry? - It's not a question of money.
This job - No, no.
- You can pay me if I do nothing.
I'm not proud.
- That's Impossible, I'm afraid.
- Why me? - Well it's nothing personal, Fitz.
- Are you married? - Yes.
- Kids? - One.
That's nice.
I've got two.
Mortgaged up to the hilt, in debt up to the eyes.
I owe more than the bloody Third World! I've got Barclays worried sick.
If I go, they go.
You think I'm just going to creep home and say that I've been sacked? Well, no sir, I will not do it! No.
No.
I'm going to splatter my brains all overyour nice clean office wail! I'm going to take you with me.
Eh? You first then me.
But then you'd miss it.
You wouldn't see, would you? You wouldn't see what you do to a 44-year-old man when you throw him on the scrapheap with three million people out of work, would you? Well I'll show you! This is what happens! This! Comments? He didn't handle it very well, really, did he, hm? Eispeth? Interview commences 0900.
DCI Bilborough, DS Penhaligon, WPC Hartley, PC Johnson and the suspect, Tina Brien, who's been cautioned.
We've got Sean.
Connery? Kerrigan.
- The person in the car park? - Yeah.
- He got away.
- We picked him up two hours ago.
Well done.
You're not doing yourself much good here, Tlna.
We're videoing this interview.
- Couldn't care less what you think.
- It can be shown to a jury.
- I couldn't care less.
- I don't think they will be too impressed.
- He says it's all your doing.
- Who? - Sean.
- Who's Sean? We know you spoke to DS Giggs.
We can prove he was murdered in your flat.
We can prove you owed money to Cormack.
They're going to crucify you, Tlna.
Sean they will understand.
A male.
Violence comes natural.
But a woman? They will crucify you because you're a woman.
And I don't think that's fair.
I don't want to see that happen.
It was all Sean's doing, wasn't it? Seanwho? - What age are you, Tina? - 20.
- Do I seem old to you? - Yeah.
Yeah, when I was your age, anyone 40 was ancient, and anyone 50 was decrepit.
Anyone 60 should have been humanely gassed.
Yeah? If you're a good girl and keep that gob of yours shut, and let the dykes in Holloway do what they want to you and never complain, you'll be six, seven eight years older than I am now when you get out.
You'll be dead! She's terrified.
Get rid of her.
- Panhandle? - Get rid of her.
Don't you like her? - Get rid of her.
- Why don't you like her? - Can I have one? - Yeah.
Is she a bit of a John Lennon to your Mark Chapman? Is that it? A bit of talent and achievement that you'd like to blow away? She's a detectlve sergeant.
Next year she'll be an inspector.
That's an achievement, believe me.
For a woman in the police force, that is achievement.
That's hard work, dedication, stamina, and ten years of sleeping with the right people.
She's staying.
- Where's Sean? - Under arrest.
You know he's not.
Come on.
Do you thik he'd kill agaln? Hypothetically speaking, of course.
- Hypothetically speaking? - Yeah.
I don't even know this guy and I'm speaking hypothetically? Mm-hm.
Mmm! Yeah.
I think he'd kill again.
But you won't be there this time.
Why let innocent people die whan you won't be there to enjoy it?.
Tell me where Sean is.
What's your favourite bit of Bonnie and Clyde? - Neverseen it.
- You have.
- Part where they look at each other.
- Before they die? - Yeah.
- Brililant, after all they've been through.
And they just look at each other, and relive every moment, then die in a hail of bullets.
God I cried! I did, really.
I cried.
Did you cry? - Yeah.
- You did? You cried? I cried.
"The bit where they look at each other before they die.
" Ha! - And the birds take off.
- Right.
They know what's going to happen, and then they die.
God, I wept buckets.
I wept buckets.
I thought it was one of the worst moments in the entire history of Hollywood.
I wept buckets for all the victims and all the families of the victims.
You see, I've been to their homes, Tina.
I've seen it.
I've seen what violent death does in a family.
The grief the numbness, the bitterness.
I've seen them trying to imagine what they went through in their last moments.
I've seen that grief, you stupid little bitch.
It's always caused hy empty-headed, self-centred, sentimental pieces of shit like you! Don't you bloody dare! You know nothing about me! Tell me, then.
Tell me everything there is to know.
Tell me what makes you tick.
I'm sure it'll take all of 15 seconds.
Do I think he's going to kill again? I know he's going to kill again.
I know who he's going to kill.
Hello.
Fitz here.
F-F-F Hello? Hello? - This is Fitz.
- Dad! Oh my God! He's all right.
- What is it? - Appendix.
Oh! Don't - Can we see him? - No, he's still in theatre.
Where's Katie? She's asleep at Dad's.
Last time I saw him, he was holding his side.
I knew there was something wrong.
- There's a caff down there.
- Oh, I don't want anything.
I could do with a smoke.
- I'll wait here.
- Well I've told them we'll be there.
They've sald they'll give us any news.
If you want a clgarette, go and have a cigarette.
I'm waiting here.
This corridor is 17 shoes .
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by 18, which means that if I wanted to cover the whole floor, it would take 603 pairs.
If I wanted to stack 'em from floor to celling And why wouldn't I? .
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it'd take 2,428.
Come home.
Don't you darel What? - Don't you dare take advantage of this.
- I'm not.
I wanted one concession, one tiny concession.
You do not gamble.
- I'll try.
- No, forget try.
- You do not gamble! - Oh, you want me to tell you lies? Is that it? Hm? Ah.
Right, I'll tell you lies.
- I promise I'll never gamble again, dear.
- Oh.
Do you want me to go down on my knees? - I want you to mean it.
- I'm down on my knees.
Do you want to hear the cliches? Hm? "Life has no meaning without you.
" "I love you more than life itself.
" "We'll head 'em off at the pass.
" "The only good Injun's a dead Injun.
" "It's quiet too quiet.
" How are you? Better than an hour ago.
- And your appendix? - They took it out.
- They found a blbliography? - Ha! Don't make me laugh.
Last time I saw you, you had pains in your side.
They came and went.
I thought nothing of it.
Mum, do you think they'll give it to me? You could ask them, I suppose.
- I'm gonna take 20 Benson and Hedges.
- Just a minute mate.
I'm busy, right? - I'm gonna take 20 Benson and Hedges! - I'll get it for you in a minute, Pavarotti.
- I want 20 Benson and Hedges.
I want 'em, now! - Look, leave it out, mate.
- I want 20 Benson and Hedges, now! - Look, just slow down and ask! Hey! Leave it, mate.
I'll call the police.
Just leave it! Look, just ask and you'll receive.
Agh! Ugh! Agh! Aargh! All right, lads.
Thank you.
Come on.
Move back now, please.
I've told you before, you'll get plenty of chances to get some pictures later on.
Ruptured spleen, fractured skull, every rib broken.
Tlna's known to Sheffield police.
They're faxing some stuff.
The boss wants you to have an other go at her when it arrives.
- Aim? - To find him.
No.
To find him before he kllis agaln.
Method? I've given out a name, a description and the fact that he stutters.
Every time he's been spotted I've followed it up.
If there's anything eise I can do, I would like to hear about it, sir.
This girl, Tlna? Fitz is going to have another go at her.
What do you aim to get out of her? How far did your wife go on her second date? You'd better be good.
There's a bond between them, sir.
Fitz will try to break that bond.
If he does, she might tell us where Sean is.
I'll speak to the media.
I could handle that, sir.
Christine Brien.
More juvenile convictions than the Artful Dodger.
Three convictions for soliciting.
Panhandle hates prostitutes.
I'm not surprised.
Who'd pay for that? What's 20 quid, Tina, when you can have a man by the balls for the rest of his life? Half his income, half his house, half his life? She despises you.
She thinks you sell it cheap.
Affirmative? Affirmative.
Does Sean know? First chance I get, I'm telling him.
- Why? - Just for the thrill.
Is this some kind of double act? - I wrote these.
- Who's a clever boy, then? I was wrong to say you should be locked up and forgotten.
I'd like to write a book about you.
Immortality, that's what we all want.
No shame in that.
What sort of book? A book about you.
About how you grew up, how you met Sean .
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how it felt to kill.
- Tell me about Mummy and Daddy.
- No.
Brook Road, Hale.
A nice mlddle-class house.
Where did they go wrong? I didn't ask to be born to them.
Did they ignore you? No.
They talked.
They never stopped bloody talking to me! - And you didn't like that? - No.
- Where's Sean? - I've no idea.
Do you like yourself, Tina? How many times is it you've tried to kill yourself now? L20 a time.
That's all your body's worth.
Hmm? You despise it.
Your body, your soul you despise.
All those thoughts in your head, all those evil twisted thoughts, you despise.
And you despise Sean, don't you? Hm? What kind of man could love anybody so evil and twisted and worthless as you? - Why did you buy the camcorder? - What camcorder? Did you film yourselves making love? - I've no idea what you're talking about.
- Sex and death, that's what I'm talking about.
You kill Giggs.
You're hot, you're lustful, you do it right there and then.
Not terribly romantlc, really, is it? More a run-of-the-mill sex murder, I'd say.
Did you shut that out of your mind? Did you and Sean discuss it? Did it bother you? Do you get off on this kind of crap? It did bother you.
Here's something more to despise about your self.
Let me put your mind at ease.
it's nature.
Whenever we experience death at close quarters, nature sends all these little messages down our body, that say: "Death is all around, rampant.
Make more babies.
Make more babies.
" Does that make you feel better? I understand these things.
I know how you feel.
I can help you.
Nobody's born like this.
Things happened to you that made you like this.
I won't let anyone judge you.
They have not got the right.
They've not been through the things you've been through.
I can help you.
I can make you like yourself.
- Wouldn't that be nice? - Yeah To like yourself? But you have to trust me.
You have to prove to me that you trust me.
Tell me where Sean is.
I was born to be a dog.
What do you think you're doing? What's going on? What do you want? H-H-How long? What? Will you please get out of my house? How long have you lived here? Use the phone in the lounge.
- How long? - We We've only just moved in.
- Is it Mark? - No, he's fine.
I need to talk to you.
Well, we've got to go to Hale now.
I really need to talk to you, Fitz.
There's a room just along here.
I want to come home, Fitz.
But there's something you should know.
- About Graham? - Yes.
I don't want to know.
I'm not coming back under false pretences.
- Total honesty.
Everything out in the open.
- Don't give me that bulishit.
You've done something to hurt me.
OK.
I know nothing about it.
It can't hurt me.
But it's eating away at your conscience.
You need to get it off your conscience.
You.
- Pure bloody selfishness! I'm not listening.
- You're doing it again.
You're twisting everything I say.
Every single word.
You want honesty? I'll give you honesty.
I don't want to know, OK? Graham and I Beautiful dreamer .
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we had sex.
Dewdrops are waiting - Awake unto me - Graham and I had sex, Fitz.
- After the restaurant? - Yes.
At his place? Emotional masochism.
The more you know, the more it hurts, but you can't stop.
It's like picking a scab.
- At his place? - Yes.
He played it just right, didn't he? Mm? Not a word of criticism about me, all the way back.
- Left that to you, am I right? - That's about right.
Yeah.
Displacement.
Flrst: emotional masochism.
Second phase: displacement.
The need to blame the man.
I tell all my patients, "He didn't rape your wife.
She did it willingly.
You can't blame the man.
" You can't.
I'm sorry.
Phase three, and this is a killer.
sexual insecurity.
Was he better than me? - Fitz.
- Did you reach orgasm? N Please, stop this.
Come, Mrs Fitzgerald, don't be coy.
Tell the ladies and gentlemen, was he better than me? No.
- Did you reach orgasm? - No! I don't believe you.
Phase four: Complete refusal to believe anything your partner says or has said.
You scour your memory for all the other times it might have happened.
- For God's sake, Fitz! - You look at your chlldren and wonder if they're really yours.
Phase five: the thirst for revenge.
Physical revenge against the man, sexual revenge against the woman.
I've got to go to Hale.
Phase six: the need to rape, to claim her back, to brand her again as your own .
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something Neanderthal and primitive.
God, I can't bear to look at you! Did you sleep with him? As in spend the nlght? No.
I don't believe you.
I can't believe you.
We had sex.
I got dressed.
I went home.
You were right, Fitz.
He played it perfectly.
He was so bloody politically correct, so smooth about it all, I nearly didn't go through with it.
But I'd made up my mind, in the restaurant.
You know what we were to you in that restaurant? Your audience.
Well, no, Fitz.
I had a part to play as well.
- Can I say I told you so? - No! - If it's any consolation - It isn't.
- Excuse me.
- Yes? - Are Mr and Mrs Brien here? - Yes.
- Are you Tlna's sister? - Who are you? I'm a police officer.
Dr Fitzgerald here is a psychologist.
I'm Tina's sister, yeah.
What's she done now? He had a stutter.
He wanted to know how long we'd lived here, but couldn't get the words out.
I had a girlfriend like that once.
- By the time she said "no" - Ahem.
- How long have you lived here? - We've only just moved in.
Your parents are outside.
- Is she there? - Sammy? - Yeah.
- You didn't say she was blind.
- Is she there? - No.
She hates you.
Mutual.
What went wrong? I didn't ask to be born.
I was born because my sister was blind.
They needed a guide dog.
They say they gave you every bit of love they gave Sammy.
Bollocks! Can I show them in? Third year report.
The teacher wrote, I had no personality.
He was right.
She's .
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got all my personality.
She was blind.
She got all the fuss.
All the attention.
She only had to twitch and I was there.
Oh, I'd get a pat on the back.
I'd I'd hear them tell their friends how devoted I was to Sammy .
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what a good little doggy I was.
So - .
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you were her eyes? - Yeah.
- You had to describe everything to her? - Yeah.
And your parents expected this? Yeah.
- They thought it would do you good.
- I know.
Mm.
Expand your vocabulary, increase your powers of description - I've heard these excuses.
- Well.
At 13 you were top of the English class.
- Maybe they were right.
- They were wrong.
You turned 13.
Suddenly you're at the bottom.
What happened? I got bored with it.
You got sick of it.
You got slck to the very soul of it.
It snows, you have to describe it to Sammy.
The wind blows, you have to describe it.
You're on a beach, in a forest, halfway up a mountain, anywhere of any interest, anything of any beauty, you've got to describe it.
So you begin to pray for boredom.
You begin to hate beauty.
Yes.
I just called to say I love you Sit down, please.
I just called to say how much I care Mm-mm-mm I just called to say I love you Filis the dance floor, that one.
My parents on hollday Even a fat bastard like you gets up for that to sing it down yourwife's ear.
"To say how much I care.
" Am I right? Yeah.
Because you can't say it stone-cold sober .
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because it's a lie.
So you just lie to each other, half-pissed on the dance floor.
You sing it into her ear, not looking into her eyes.
bored stiff, not one drop of passion left.
So you just lie to each other, half-pissed on the dance floor! But I've got a man who's killed for me.
I'd like to see my parents now, please.
Chicken curry, half and half, and a pilau rice, please.
The most striking characteristic of this man is a severe stutter.
This man is dangerous and not to be approached.
- If you should see this man, please dial - Hey! Oscar Romeo Two to Control.
I know what it's like to hold somebody you thought you'd lost.
Like nothing eise on earth.
I can arrange it for you.
One hour.
Somewhere private.
Just tell me where he is right now.
Can he do that? Yeah.
An hour together.
Bllborough.
The two of you together alone Say that again.
Jimmy! Is anything more important than that? To hold him again one more time before you're separated for ever? No.
Then tell me where he is.
You promise us an hour? Yep.
Bonnle and Clyde, just before the hall of bullets.
My sister.
He's going to kill her.
Jesus! Mrs Brien, have you ever lived in Brook Road? - We've just moved.
- What's your present address? - Get a car there fast! - Wait a moment! - My daughter's there! - Alone? She's on her own! We think he's at 22 I know where he is.
Got there before you, Fitz! Police procedure.
Well, I won't lift a finger in future! See how you'd manage on your ownl Do you mind? You bloody walking lobotomy! Sole surviving brain donor! You coldn't solve a a crossword puzzle! Ungrateful bastards! Ungrateful bastards! Just a minute.
Sammy! Sammy, are you there? Are you all right? Sammy! Pick up the phone! Hi No! No! Keep your hands off her, you dirty bastard.
Do you understand? - No! No! - Keep your hands off her! Pick up the phone.
Plck up this phone! - No, don't hurt me! - Listen to me, Sean! Touch her and I'll cut your bollocks off.
Understand? - Don't hurt me, please! - Pick the phone up! Please, don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! - Pick up the phone! - Don't hurt me! - Listen to me! Leave her alone! - Please! Sean Sean Sean.
Ahh! No! No! No! Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this? Why? Ahh! - Why are you doing this? - For what you did to Tina.
- I didn't do anything to Tlna! - Yes, you did! - I didn't do anything to Tlna! - You did! - She's lying! - You're lying! She's lying! - You're lying, right? - She's lied all her life! Just shut your mouth! Shut your lying mouth! - She's telling a pack of lies! - I'm not listening, so shut your mouth! I promise, Sean! I promise! All she's ever done is lle! - Shut it! - Sean whatever she's told you, it's a lie! - I promise, Sean.
- I'm not listening, so shut your lying mouth! - Right? Keep away! Keep away! He'll kill me! He'll kill me! Quickly now, please.
Make your way down the road.
You'll be all right.
Come on.
Jimmy get 'em out qulck.
Make sure every house is empty.
Get an ambulance.
Can you tell me your phone number, please, Mrs Brien? - One more time.
- 625-5571.
Call them up, please! Sean? He won't come to the phone.
The only person he'll speak to is Tina.
We're both soaked in petrol, and the living room too.
And he's got matches.
Please, help me! Jimmy? Get the Chief Super.
We're going to need marksmen.
Then the Major Incident Unit.
Then the council fora plan of the house.
- Sean? - Sammy.
- It's all right, Sammy.
Will you put Sean on? - He won't talk on the phone.
Is he there? Can you hear me, Sean? He can hear you.
Sean, will you talk to me? My name's Davld Bilborough.
I'll come on my own, and I promise, no tricks.
We'll talk about Tina.
Would you like that? Are you still there, Sean? No tricks.
I promise.
- F F Fitz.
Right.
I've been on to my boss.
We're getting marksmen round the house, back and front.
If you're getting nowhere, walk out.
If you walk out without the girl, we shoot the bastard.
- I'm not going in there! - You've got to go in there.
Rule one about hostage negotiations: you do not put yourself at risk.
- That's not rule number one.
- It's my rule number one.
- Where's the telephone? - In here.
Down here, Fitz.
- Hello? - Hi, Sammy.
It's Fitz.
I'm going to get you out of there.
I promise.
I promise.
- Put Sean on, will you? - Fitz Ye Yeah? Uh What do you want, Sean? I wa I wa I wa Want? I want TT You're hurting me! T T T T - Tlna? TTT Breathe, Sean.
Nice and slow, and nice and deep.
TTT - You're hurting me! - TT It's going to be some bill.
G G G He can't thalk on the phone.
"You gotta let me go in there.
I'm the only one he trusts.
" "You can't, Fitz! It's too dangerous!" "I'm going in!" - Am I bollocks.
- I'll go in.
Look, I'm no hero.
I know heroes.
They're people who are too frightened to be cowards.
Well, I'm not.
Police procedure you know At least let me finish this.
I don't think it'll be very safe to smoke in there somehow, do you? Slightly better than gnomes, I suppose.
- Cl Cl Cl - Close it? - Yeah.
- Oh, God! - All right, Sammy? - Yeah.
PPetrol.
And gas.
I've turned all the gas taps on.
I gathered that.
I strike a match, the whole lot goes up, right? The whole bloody lot.
Me, her, the house, everything! I've grasped the point you're making here, Sean.
I'm in! I'm in now! They never let me in.
Her dog used to bark at me through the door.
All the time I was going with Tina, they never let me through their door once.
They treated me like crap! Now I'm in, I'm going to take the whole bloody place up with me.
- What do you want, Sean? - I want you to let Tina go.
She had nothing to do with it.
Right? Sweet FA, sweet FA to do with it, right? - So you let her go, right? - I can't do that, Sean.
Wellthen take that, right, and do one! Right? That's my statement, right? All down to me.
Tina had nothing to do with it.
I made her go along with it.
I forced her into it, right? I know.
- What do you mean? - She told me everything.
- She blamed it all on you.
- You're lying! How do you think the cops got here so quickly? Huh? She told them you were here.
I d d d You don't believe me? How touching.
All this for a slut like Tina.
You f According to neighbours, four large containers.
Dr Fitzgerald's in there.
That's correct.
- Are you organising this chaos? - Piss off, I'm husy.
- We're working on the assumption - I'm deputy chief fire officer.
- Congratulations.
- I've done what you should have done.
- Do you mind? - I've done what you should have at the start.
- Do you mind? - I checked with Mr and Mrs Brien.
They've got gas-fired central heating.
When that comes on, the whole place'll go up.
She was on the game.
She screwed Giggs.
Remember, the policeman you killed.
I'm gonna I'm gonna strike this! I'm gonna strike it, right? She screwed Giggs in the afternoon and told him to come back - that's why he was keen to come back.
- She screwed him in the afternoon.
- He's lying, Sean! - She screwed him when you were not there! - Ah! I was there.
You're sussed, right? - I was there! I'm gonna strike this! If you don't shut your dlrty lying mouth, I strike it, right? It could be my stockbroker.
Fitz.
Erpetrol fumes, gas.
Really? Thanks.
- ErSean, just let me turn the gas off.
- No no no no! Go on, just the gas.
The thing is, Sean, when the central heating comes on, - the house is going to blow up anyway.
- Yeah? - What time does it come on, Sammy? - Six.
What time is it now? Well, you'd better go, then.
What time is it now? Three minutes to.
A day or two ago, you know, I would have called your bluff.
But I don't want to take any chances right now.
You see, I'm quite determined to live.
Something to do with my wife and my daughter.
I won't bore you with the detalis.
There.
I've eaten your words.
- Now I'm going to let Sammy go.
- You're not! You're not! You just don't get it, Sean, do you? You're not in control any more.
Go on, light your bloody match.
The whole place is going to blow up anyway.
Forget about Tina.
Forget about your statement.
Forget about taking the blame.
Go on, light your match.
Or come with us.
If you touch that door Right, out the door, turn left, fast as you like.
It was nearly all lies, anyway, Sean.
You know, she wasn't on the game.
She didn't screw Giggs.
She did tell us where you were, though.
And do you know why? Because I promised her an hour with you, somewhere quiet, just to say goodbye.
Would you not like that, Sean? An hour with Tina? Don't stop! Sammy, don't stop! Come on! Come on, Sammy! One lousy hour? You expect me to say all I've got to say in one lousy, stinking hour? This will say more, right? This'll say more than I could ever say in one lousy, stinking hour! Don't be daft, Sean.
Come on.
Sad, sweet dreamer it's just one of those things you put down to experience Sad, sweet dreamer it's just one of those things you put down to experience I was so happy when I found you But how was I to know That you would leave me walking down that road All alone? Run, you stupid bastard! Run! Fitz, run! Fitz! Fitz! Fitz! Fitz! Fitz? You stupid bastard! You stupid, stupid bastard! Fitz! I think you'll find there's some activity further down.
You stupid bastard! - I'm so - You stupid bastard! I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Ah.