Crossing Jordan s01e13 Episode Script

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
You never called last weekend.
I'm sorry, Lily.
Is it because I didn't ask you up the other night? Something came up.
Uh-huh.
My daughter Abby got suspended from school again.
Oh.
We've decided to go to counseling, starting this morning, you know, try to figure out a way to keep from killing each other.
I Hmm.
prepared some notes.
How thorough.
Mmm.
Look out.
Comin' through.
Hey, save me a glazed.
Somebody sent us donuts.
Who sent donuts? No one sends us anything.
Well, you know, that hit and run yesterday? They're from his wife.
He owned a donut shop.
Just what I need, something fattening and sugary on an empty stomach.
This has been the morning from hell.
My car wouldn't start.
I had to take a taxi here.
I think I'm getting a sore throat.
How did we do last night? Seventeen.
Seventeen? Seventeen.
Mmm-hmm.
It's a new record, actually.
I mean, not including the major catastrophes, of course.
It's the planets.
Hey, I heard there's donuts.
What about 'em? I'm hungry.
She's talking about the planets.
Oh, you haven't heard? Heard what? The Saturn Effect.
Next 48 hours.
And don't say I didn't warn you.
It's a load of rubbish, if you ask me.
It's a merchandising ploy to sell T-shirts, nothing more.
Ooh, do I smell donuts? Yo, one over here.
You know, it happens to be true.
What's true? The Saturn Effect.
Oh, that.
Some kind of weird alignment of the stars.
Planets.
Right.
Supposed to cause all kind of freaky events.
Exactly.
Could pull the entire earth off its axis, 'causing heretofore unimaginable events to occur.
That sounds like my morning so far.
Who wants coffee, huh? Whoa, whoa.
Hey, what is this, a Marx Brothers movie? Free donuts.
Sweet.
Hey, Jordan? Yeah.
Did you ever hear of the Saturn Effect? Oh, yeah, Bug gave me an article on that.
I was thinking of using it as toilet paper.
You see that? Our resident conspiracy theorist even isn't buying it.
I find it best not to believe in anything I can't touch, see, hear or taste.
In that case, I believe in jelly donuts.
Oh, hear, hear.
Dr.
Cavanaugh? Dr.
Cavanaugh? Yeah? We've got a decedent at a Catholic church over on Langham Avenue.
Perhaps some sort of divine retribution for the nonbeliever.
Yeah, see you.
So, where's the decedent? He just showed up at the back door a couple of weeks ago.
He was wearing nothing but rags.
Spoke only a little English, but oddly enough, he was fluent in Latin.
Said he'd come to rebuild the church.
Well, he didn't seem drunk or mentally disturbed, and since the church has fallen into some disrepair lately, I thought he could do some work in exchange for letting him stay in the storeroom.
Any idea how these wounds got here? The stigmata is a sign of intense empathy for the suffering of Christ.
Well, I'm sure there's some kind of medical explanation for it.
Anyone else have access to the church? No, it's become a rough neighborhood, so I lock up at night.
The back door was still locked from the inside when I got here.
He predicted his own death.
I'm sorry? Did he say how? No, but he told me he thought it would be soon.
I see.
Did you ever find out who he was? No.
Not his real identity.
Meaning what, exactly? Well, I did ask him once, and he told me he was Saint Francis and he'd be back after his resurrection.
Well, then, I guess that explains everything.
One second, all right? Tell him I need this by 9:00.
Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Snooze, you lose, pal.
No, no.
This is my cab.
What can I say? Sometimes the universe conspires against us.
Cambridge, go! Son of Son of a bitch.
Come on, you're not in the least bit fascinated? I'm just saying I don't think a few planets lining up millions of miles away can make things all strange here on Earth.
Are you willing to place a friendly wager on that? Twenty bucks, nothing bizarre happens in the next 48 hours.
You're on.
Walter Aaron Gulick.
They think it was a heart attack, but since he died on stage An actor, huh? Not exactly, but he was definitely one of the oldest of his profession.
Long live the King.
Done.
Please tell me this isn't a dream.
Nope.
He's real, all right.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
So, this idiot steals the cab right out from under me.
Took me half an hour to go 17 blocks on the bus.
Maybe we should try to stick to the topic at hand.
No, no, this is the topic at hand.
That's my point, exactly.
You know, my daughter is growing up in a world where no one takes responsibility for their actions anymore.
He's been telling me this since I was five years old.
I'm just trying to give you the tools to have a successful life, get into a good college and learn some responsibility.
And how am I supposed to be responsible when you don't trust me? I mean, he wouldn't even let me have a dog when I was a kid.
Trust is something you earn, Abby.
Well, you never gave me the chance.
Like I'm watching you Well, that's just it, isn't it? You were never there.
In case you haven't noticed, your mother and I are divorced.
You weren't even there when you were there.
Subject's teeth show irregular signs of wear, possibly from a diet consisting of raw foods.
No fillings.
Looks like no sign of any dental work whatsoever.
Tell me you're having a better day than I am.
I don't know about better, but I can guarantee you it's weirder.
When was the last time you did an autopsy on a saint? Did one on a New England Patriot.
Does that count? Well, this guy here claims that he was Saint Francis.
As in "of Assisi"? The one and only.
And I gotta tell you, this one's got me completely baffled.
He died standing up, like a statue.
Arms outstretched, like Like Saint Francis.
Freakiest thing I've ever seen.
You know, I once heard about a guy dying standing up.
I think it involved a lightning strike.
You know, it's funny you should say that.
The inside of the church was dim, but his eyes are fixed and constricted as though his last image was of some kind of blinding light.
And these wounds on his hands and his feet, I ran the coordinates through the computer.
These wounds were made from the inside out, like some kind of tumor.
Just not like any kind of tumor I've ever seen.
Remember what Bug was saying about the planets? I don't know why.
He's just been So, how did your therapy session go? The shrink says I'm supposed to take a leap of faith.
More like a leap into oblivion.
Oh, it's that bad, huh? She hates me.
No, she doesn't hate you, Garret.
That is ridiculous.
Okay, maybe she does, but it's not gonna last forever.
When did this man come in? About a half an hour ago, why? What happened to him? Oh, he was in a car accident just a couple of blocks from here.
He was in a taxi.
It was kind of a freak thing.
The driver walked away without a scratch.
Sometimes the universe conspires against us.
What? That should have been me.
Great clam sauce.
Mmm.
It's the lemon zest and the pancetta.
I'm thinking of moving to Florida.
What? Why not? It's great weather.
I can play golf all year round.
You don't play golf, and you hate hot weather.
So I'm supposed to stay here for the rest of my life? I gotta do somethin'.
I'm stagnating.
Well, do something here.
You've got plenty of interests.
Name one.
Let me show you an article in this travel magazine I got.
Check out the pictures.
Yeah, I don't want to see any picture Cavanaugh residence.
Yeah, sure, 11:15 tomorrow.
I'll tell him.
Okay, thanks.
That was your doctor's service calling.
Really? What'd they want? Just confirming your appointment with the oncologist tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, right.
That.
Dad, why are you seeing a cancer doctor? Small spot, that's all.
They took some tests and I'm sure it's no big deal.
I can't believe you'd be so calm about something like this.
Don't worry about it, Jordan.
I'll be fine.
You know, whatever it is, they can handle it without me.
No, go, go.
Dad, I'm worried about you! I know.
That's why I want you to go.
What do you mean, he's gone? See for yourself.
Are you sure we're talking about the same guy? Long hair, scraggly beard.
He had open wounds on his hands and his feet? I don't know what to tell you, Dr.
Cavanaugh.
No one's come in and out of here.
Front doors were locked.
Well, he didn't just get up and walk out.
I don't know.
Might be the only explanation.
I thought we would go over these lab results together so that I could explain to you exactly what we're looking at.
No.
Wait.
I don't want to know.
Not just yet.
Mr.
Cavanaugh, it's perfectly normal to have anxiety about this sort of a thing.
I've been doing a lot of thinking, Doc.
Now, see, there's something I've always wanted to do, but I never had the guts to.
And I think now I do, but if I know what's in that envelope, good news or bad, I'll never do it.
So what I want you to do is take those and put 'em back in the envelope.
I'll look at 'em when I'm good and ready.
Looks like Saint Francis just upped and walked out of here, simple as that.
He didn't just walk out.
He's dead.
Or was dead.
But he walked out.
He didn't walk out.
Well, then how do you explain his rather obvious absence? Someone must have walked him out.
How'd they get in? Crypt door was locked, all exits are alarmed and Charlie was on duty all night.
These footsteps are completely irregular.
You can't really apply math to resurrection.
And it still doesn't explain how the "culprit" got into the crypt.
Someone snuck in here during business hours and hid out until closing.
Hid where? Okay, only two drawers were unoccupied last night.
Uh, 22 and 14.
Well, we should dust for prints.
Actually, boys, I don't think that'll be necessary.
Whoever was in this one was wearing shoes.
Grassy residue and some dirt.
NIGEL: Now, the dirt was unreliable.
As dirt is wont to be.
NIGEL: All I know is that the earth is not the diatomaceous earth that's prevalent in Boston.
But Hmm.
see these spores here? Notice how the nuclei are rounded and bifurcated? Any guesses what we're looking at? Look, if you want to play 20 questions, I'll save us both some time.
The answer to all of them is, "I don't know.
" Well, you're no fun.
They're shrooms.
But not just any mushroom.
They're Boletus edulis, a subspecies of Boletus pinicola, the common porcini.
Now, ask me what's so special about them.
Aside from the fact I gotta pay 34.
95 a pound for them? They're found only in the Umbrian region of Italy, specifically in and around the town of Assisi.
Unbelievable.
Thanks, Nige.
Hey.
Hey.
All right, so you're an Elvis fan, huh? My smooth manner, my sense of rhythm, my sneer, all masterfully copied from the King himself.
Yeah, okay, okay.
Then you might want to take a look at this.
I sent away for our Elvis impersonator's records.
Oh, my God.
This can't be.
Dr.
Macy, Dr.
Macy.
You are never gonna believe this.
That guy that was killed in the cab yesterday, guess who he was.
I don't know, who? Guess.
Lily, I He was some super genius astronomer physicist guy from MIT.
I looked him up on the Web.
Now, do you want to hear the really weird part? I'm not sure.
That stuff that Bug was talking about yesterday, the Saturn Effect? Yeah? He was the one that came up with that.
That was his theory.
How freaky is that? He and some other physicists spent years working on something called the Chaos Theory, which basically says there are no random events in the universe.
Like a butterfly flaps its wings in Indonesia, and boom, a piano falls on someone in Brooklyn.
It's all connected.
All right, so do the best you can.
I'm trying to.
All right.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It It's been, like, 14 years since my last confession.
I don't even know where to start.
Just speak from your heart.
I've had some impure thoughts about you, mostly.
I can make you forget that collar, Paul.
That was a long time ago, Jordan.
We were in high school.
Well, I know it's a little pathetic and all, you being committed, but What the hell, you can't blame a girl for trying, right? I'm just yankin' your chain, Paul.
Oh, God.
I hate it when you do that.
No, I've never seen him at the shelter.
Saint Elegis, huh? It's a beautiful church.
Shame what happened in the neighborhood.
They're lucky if they get a dozen people for mass.
So I take it you've ruled out the possibility of resurrection.
Figured we'd explore alien abduction first.
Still a true believer, I see.
Yeah, well, God threw a few roadblocks in my way.
Didn't help when He stole my first love from me.
I do think about you, Paul.
I think about you, too, Jordan.
So how's your dad doing? Oh, I'm not sure.
He's going through some kind of a health scare right now.
He left a weird message on the machine.
I'm seeing him tonight.
He told me to meet him at some bar at 9:00 sharp.
Have you said some prayers for him? I can help you with that if you like.
Thanks, but you know how I am about that kind of stuff.
So, you have no idea how to find this guy, huh? No, and the only clue we have is that whoever took him left residue from a mushroom found only in the Umbrian region of Italy.
I don't even know where to start looking.
Botanical Gardens.
Shelter has a work program there.
They have an exhibit called Saint Francis Meadow, all indigenous plants from the town of Assisi.
At least he died doing what he loved, what he was born to do.
Yeah.
Well, speaking of which, there was something that we wanted to ask you about.
What is it? Your husband had the same birthday as Elvis Presley.
Really? The same year, the same day, the same hour, the same town.
Tupelo.
Tupelo, Mississippi.
I mean, what are the chances of that? So we were just very curious about the coincidence.
Please don't tell anyone.
Please? He couldn't take it anymore.
The pills, the binging, the hangers-on.
So he staged his own death.
He escaped to Hawaii, and he got plastic surgery there so no one would recognize him.
Then he moved to Framingham in 1983.
We met in a bowling league.
Sweet Nancy.
He just wanted to be normal.
We had a good life.
He sold Amway products, he bowled every Thursday night.
I put him on a diet.
Then he started missing performing.
But when he tried to get back in the game, no one would believe him because he didn't look like himself.
So he did the only thing he could do.
He became an Elvis impersonator.
I mean, who better, right? Great.
Whoever heard of a botanical garden closing? Twenty minutes ago.
If you had taken Tremont like I told you Hey, I didn't hear you offering to drive.
Maybe because I don't own a car.
Could have gotten here faster on my bicycle.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Think I'm gonna let a locked gate keep me out? That's called breaking and entering, Jordan.
Come on, collar boy.
What are you, chicken? Huh? I'm not climbing the fence.
Well, you got a better idea? Lock picks? What? Well, you want to explain? Explain what? Every time someone breaks into the shelter the city changes the locks.
I just I'm tired of getting new keys all the time.
What are you doing here so late? I was gonna run our Elvis impersonator's fingerprints through VICAP, but he doesn't have any.
On file? No, period.
They've been surgically removed somehow.
Wow.
Why would he do that? Well, obviously to obscure his identity.
I'm sending a DNA sample over to the FBl.
My mate Bernie there'll rush it for me.
We'll get to the bottom of this nonsense.
You didn't really believe all that stuff his wife was saying, did you? The linchpin of my entire belief system is based upon the fact that Elvis Presley died August 16, 1977.
You're all shook up about this, aren't you? My mum loved Elvis.
More than she loved anyone, including me.
She got ill when I was 10.
Towards the end of her life, I truly believe it was Elvis who was keeping her alive.
When he died, she just gave up.
Passed away two days later.
So if he didn't die there's no telling how long me mum would have lived.
I gotta pee.
Jordan, you can't tell me you don't find this thing a little incredible.
The stigmata, the resurrection.
I do, yeah.
And I also find it explainable.
By what, science? Look, I happen to believe in science.
Science is my friend, science doesn't let me down.
Not like God did, huh? Let's be honest.
Things would have been a lot different between us if I had been a believer, right? I hate to burst your bubble, Jordan, but between you and God, it wasn't a choice.
Take a look at this discoloration here.
Go ahead.
We call that the thermal effect.
Means his insides were cooked somehow.
By what? Electricity.
He was electrocuted.
There's another explanation, you know.
Just the same effect, not exactly scientific.
Yeah, what's that? Oh, a little something we collar boys like to call divine rapture.
Garret, Abby just called.
She's at the police station.
There was a party out in Cambridge, and I guess it got pretty rowdy, so she's You ever gonna talk to me? No.
Never? Probably not.
You don't even want to hear my side of the story? I can't do this anymore.
I quit.
What? You heard me.
I quit.
I don't want to be your dad anymore.
Fine, 'cause I don't want to be your daughter, either.
I'm serious, Abby.
I've had it up to here.
From now on, you're on your own.
You can screw up all you want because I just don't give a crap anymore.
Dad, look out! Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Is it dead? What the hell is a deer doing in the middle of Boston? It's alive.
Here, call animal control.
Hi.
Yeah, can you please connect me to animal control? Legs don't appear broken or dislocated, but I'm sure there's internal bleeding.
I'm not getting anything.
What do we do? All right, let's get her to the car.
I'll get a blanket.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You want to tell me why we're here? What do you think of the place? This place? I don't know, it's big, and old, and empty.
Why? 'Cause I just bought it.
I think the pool table will fit right up here.
You bought this? Yeah.
Isn't it great? And back there, there's room for a fireplace.
I tell you, I've never had the guts to do anything like this before, Jordan.
But now Okay, how did you pay for this? I scraped it together.
The house is completely paid off, I got a nice severance package when I left the force, and then there's the money I was saving up to leave to you.
I have an inheritance? Well, you did.
Look at this whole room back here.
Big enough for a dance floor.
Wait, you spent my money? You didn't even know you had it until just now.
But the point is, I needed to do something with my life.
I know, but I was thinking somethin' more like fly fishing.
Does this have anything to do with you having cancer? No.
Well, what about the doctor? Did you get your test results back? I haven't seen them yet.
Why can't you just enjoy the fact that I found something I want to do? This is a big deal for me, Jordan.
Let me be happy.
Just this once.
Now, come on, let me finish showing you around.
Come on, let's get her into the light.
She's not breathing very well.
Well, she's probably got a collapsed lung.
Look, Abby, I don't think she's gonna make it.
Maybe we should just let her go.
No! We gotta do something.
Well, there's really nothing we can do.
We can't just let her die.
All right, let's put in a chest tube to help her breathe.
Okay, where are they? We don't have any! It's a morgue.
We have to make one.
Try to find a piece of tube six inches long, about this big around.
How about this ballpoint pen? That'll work.
All right.
All right.
I'm cutting.
Cut.
Take it easy, take it easy.
All right, you retract while I insert the tube.
What? You have to open the No, never mind, I'll retract.
You think you can put this in? Yeah.
All right.
Okay.
Go ahead, go ahead.
Like this? About another inch, we'll hear a hiss as air starts to escape.
I'm not hearing anything.
There's probably fluid in the tube.
We have to find some kind of suction.
Abby, what are you doing? Get All right, she's doing a little better.
Good.
That's good.
Saint Francis, the patron saint of animals.
Yeah, so? What do you think happened? I think he was electrocuted somehow.
Well, there are no electrical wires near him, no outlets.
Well, I'm sure there's some kind of rational explanation.
I'll find out when I go back tomorrow.
Maybe, maybe not.
Oh, no, not you, too.
Hey, strange things happen.
And if this guy was some kind of saint or something He was not a saint.
He was a homeless man.
We don't even know who he was.
Well, then let's try and find out.
You be Saint Francis, I'll be God.
Very funny.
You know what your problem is, Jordan? You don't believe in anything.
I believe in a lot of things.
Yeah, evidence, data, facts.
All right, then you be science, I'll be faith.
Forget it, Dad.
Okay, I told you, I don't even know what happened.
Maybe it was something like this.
He knew his time had come.
How, I don't know.
He was having some sort of divine mystical experience.
He was being drawn toward the altar by something.
Some unseen force, something unexplainable.
Something no one was meant to see.
Just him and God.
Now, there's some kind of plan going on here.
God brought him back for a reason.
So much evil in the world, suffering.
He needs people to believe in something.
That is ridiculous.
There's always been evil, there's always been suffering.
Yeah, and anyway, that's not even what we're supposed to be talking about right now.
Okay, what if your tests come back positive? We need to have a plan.
We need to know how we're gonna deal with this.
No, no.
I need to find out how I'm gonna deal with this.
Doesn't concern you.
The hell it doesn't! You're my father! I care about you! I mean, what happens if you need to You gotta have a little faith, Jordan.
Yeah, well, I lost my faith the day I saw Mom lying dead on the dining room floor.
Oh, geez, Jordan.
You've got to let me handle this in my own way.
Now, I'm not asking.
I'm telling you! How come we never had a dog? I don't know.
Your mother didn't want one digging up the yard, I guess.
We should have had a dog.
Yeah.
You're probably right.
You know, you really impressed me tonight.
Kept your cool under pressure.
Maybe you ought to think about going into pre-med.
I can make some calls if you like.
Dad, you have no idea what you're doing, do you? Like how you sound? I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up.
How come it is you do? I wasn't drinking tonight.
Zoe called me from the mall and told me that her and Sarah drank a whole bottle of rum and that they were going to this party in Cambridge.
And I knew that I was grounded, but I really, really didn't want her getting killed driving like that.
I was just trying to be responsible.
Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Why didn't you ask? Oh.
May I help you, Doctor? Oh, good morning, Father.
Well, I just thought I'd drop by to try to figure out exactly what happened.
Boy, you're here early.
Well, things have been a little busier since the incident.
I see.
Look, I notice that there's no electricity here on the altar.
Yes, we run an extension cord if we need to plug something in.
Why? He was electrocuted.
Any idea how that could have happened? This pipe here, been like this for a while? A few weeks.
That's why there were no flash points on his skin.
Water acted as a conductor.
I'm sorry? In the middle of the night, he got up out of bed to turn on the light.
When he stepped in the water, he pulled the chain and was electrocuted by this light socket.
But if that happened, wouldn't the whole socket have burned out? It did.
But you replaced it.
I beg your pardon.
When you found him in the morning, rigor mortis had already set in.
You carried him up to the altar and propped him up.
Sometimes you have to take God's work into your own hands.
They were two weeks away from shutting us down.
So it's just a business like any other.
It's about filling the seats.
The act may have been deceptive, but faith is a real thing.
It's what keeps us alive, Doctor.
It's best not to look too hard at miracles.
And that's how you justify stealing his body from the crypt? I did no such thing.
Well, what about the wounds on his hands and his feet? I placed him on the altar.
That's all.
I can't explain the rest.
Only God could do that.
I'm setting up my telescope tonight on the roof.
The planets are gonna be in full alignment at 9:07 p.
m.
You okay, Nige? DNA didn't match.
Walter Gulick isn't Elvis Presley.
He's just an imposter.
I guess you got to the bottom of it.
Science once again wins out in the end.
Yeah, I suppose.
Well, that's a good thing, right? I just feel badly for his wife.
Why? We're not gonna tell her.
Well, don't we have to? No, no.
The woman believes it was him, and in the end, that's all that counts.
But it wasn't him! It was all a lie.
So what? People believe in all sorts of things, and it's that belief that makes them real.
I believe that when I close the refrigerator door the light actually goes out because to believe otherwise, well, what would that say about the nature of the human condition? Hey, Paul.
Jordan, what are you doing here? I came to talk to God.
I think I should just stop trying to figure you out.
Let's just say that I've seen some things lately that I just figured you'd get Him on the line for me.
It's not as complicated as you think.
Just open your heart.
I haven't asked you for anything in a while.
Truth is, I've been kind of pissed off at you.
But then, I guess you haven't been too hot on me, either.
You see, I don't trust very easily.
I'm a motherless child, and I just can't seem to remember her voice telling me that everything's gonna be all right.
I've been looking for it my whole life, and maybe I've just been too afraid to ask, but I need you.
I think my dad's really sick.
I was just hoping that maybe you could give him a little bit of help right now.
It isn't really customary to let the next of kin into the crypt.
Could I say goodbye to him my own way? Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted Apart? Does your memory sway To a bright summer's day When I kissed you And called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor Seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep And picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain? Shall I come back again? Tell me, dear Are you lonesome tonight? Did you get your test results back yet? What, no "Hello, how's business?" They're right here.
I've had 'em for two days now.
I decided not to look at 'em.
Oh.
You decided.
Yeah, that's right.
I decided.
It's my life, Jordan.
We've already been over this.
It's not just your life.
You don't live in a cave.
It involves me, too.
I've been sleepwalking ever since I got kicked off the force, and the irony is that this has forced me to finally do something with my life.
And I will not live the rest of it in fear, and if that's 40 more years or 40 more days, I want it to be on my terms.
Can you understand that? No.
It's not fair of you to expect me to.
Just give me some time.
Let me enjoy my life, my new business.
Just for a while.
Please? What are you, crazy? Geez.
It's negative.
Good.
Now, I could still use some help setting up these glasses.
Been a rather queer couple of days, hasn't it? At least we didn't go hurtling into outer space.
We should count our blessings.
They look so innocent, don't they? Just floating up there like that.
Back in Pennsylvania, I heard stories of people who hit deer and thought that they had killed them.
So they'd put them in their trunk and then a few minutes later they'd hear this loud banging.
So they would stop and open the trunk, and out would come this deer.
I think they go into a state of shock.
That's the only explanation.
Or maybe it was something else altogether, you know? Yeah.
Maybe.
Thanks, Lily.
For what? For making life seem less random.
I promised Bug I would look through his telescope.
Well, I think you should get over there then.
What's this I hear about a deer? It's a long story.
Let's just say it came and it went, and the rest is a mystery.
You look cold.
Boy, it's a great, big, old universe out there, Garret.
Yeah, it is.
You don't have anything to add to that? No.
Actually, for once in my life, I don't.