All language subtitles for S10E01 Hail and Farewell, Part II (2)

Don't think I'd call the police
quite yet.

Simon?

Sarah.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Saving your life.

Find what you were looking for?

This is not my handiwork.

I'm trained to leave no trace
when I'm gone.

We need to talk.

Yeah, I'd say so,

considering this
is my house,

and I didn't
invite you here.

You're lucky I
didn't shoot you.

Well, you wouldn't be
the first woman who had, Sarah.

Then, who did this?

The chap I met downstairs
at your front door.

He was on the way out
as I was on the way in.

Oh, and he just happened
to mention in passing

that he had trashed
my apartment?

I'd seen him before.

Where?

Surveillance tapes

taken at the British Embassy
in Nairobi

just before he assassinated
the undersecretary.

The odd
wanted poster.

He's a hired killer

born with the name
Peter Tyrook. Belgian.

I casually asked him
for the time,

and I got this for my trouble.

Apparently, Le Faucon did not

appreciate my query.

"Le Faucon"?

His nickname.

The Hawk.

We need
to get you cleaned up.

Come on.

Take off your shirt.

You know, I can,
uh, patch you up temporarily,

but you might need stitches.

There's an excellent
emergency room

at George Washington
University Hospital.

Can't do it, Sarah.

Too many questions.

Besides, you've got a
lovely, soft touch.

Not once you get to know me.

So, what did you want
to talk to me about?

Clayton Webb.

Word on the grapevine
is that he died at sea

while on mission to Indonesia.

Apparently, his death

was a freak accident-
an act of God.

Last few months, I've
been working in Jakarta.

Dealing with the Abu Sayyef
terror network?

Precisely.

Recently, two of Webb's
in-country Indonesian contacts

have been tortured
and murdered.

Not an act of God,

but the apparent
handiwork of an assassin.

The Hawk?

I didn't know that
for sure until today.

But it doesn't
surprise me.

Rumors are that Webb was
going to meet with him.

In Indonesia?

Yes.

The Hawk sells his services
to the highest bidder.

So, maybe Webb
was on the way to Jakarta

to do business
with him.

If I were a...

betting man, I would say
it was an intended double-cross

and The Hawk was Webb's target.

What does this

have to do with me?

There's a pattern, Sarah.

The Hawk is after anyone
who was close to Webb,

such as yourself.

Why?

Best guess-

to find out what Webb's mission
was in Indonesia.

Whether he penetrated
the Abu Sayyef network.

What were their plans?

What was he up to
the night he went missing?

Anyone with that information
is in danger.

Well, I don't have
the answers to those questions.

Clay never told me
about his work.

Smart of him.

But The Hawk does not know that.

So, they want the secrets

that he took with him
to his grave.

Wrong.

They want Webb.

Webb is dead, Simon.

I think he's alive.

Based on what?

The... the cover story is thin,

and there's something
in the wind.

And by reputation,
Webb is a sly fox.

Every day,
I'm more certain of it.

Give me facts, Simon.

I don't have facts, Sarah.

Just... a gut instinct.

And what happened
here tonight

confirms
my suspicions.

If Webb is alive,
why hasn't he come to me?

I'm... sure there's
a good explanation for that.

Thank you for your warning,
Simon.

Where can I
contact you?

Right here.

I can take care of myself.

I'll help you
pick up, Sarah.

Come morning, I'll make
you a perfect spot of tea.

And besides...

two guns
are always better than one.

Krennick?

That's the scuttlebutt, sir.

She's been on the
fast track for years.

She's held all the
right billets-

CINC-PAC SJA,

Assistant JAG for
Civil Affairs.

I take it
you disapprove, sir?

I'm just not so sure

Krennick has the, uh,
correct temperament

to be Judge
Advocate General.

Well, you know,
people mellow, sir.

And her appointment

could be very good
for your career, sir.

Captain Krennick
always favored you.

She is the only woman

who ever chased me
around a desk.

Uh, then-Commander
Krennick

admired then-Lieutenant Rabb's
uh, skills, ma'am.

In the courtroom, one presumes?

Commander Turner
expects to see all of us

in 15, sir. Ma'am.

I don't know what the
hell SECNAV was thinking

making him Acting JAG.

Oh, I like working
with Commander Turner, sir.

He's organized,
he has good follow-through.

I agree with Bud.

He's got us doing
scut work, Mac,

not riding
the big cases.

Would you rather
he chased you around a desk?

Well, you don't seem
to have lost any spirit-

I mean, uh, considering.

Considering what?

You know, your condition.

I'm dealing.

I just don't want anyone else
to know I am.

All right.

How you doing, anyway?

Swell.

No pain?

It's getting better.

That's good news.
Mmm, let's hope.

'Cause you know what?

I've been doing
a lot of research

on endometriosis.

It's just scar tissue.

It can be removed.

Most of it was.

'Cause there's a lot of
information out there, Mac.

I mean, there's, like,

tons of Web sites,
books, literature.

Harm, it's too much, too soon.

Just... let me come to you.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, when-when

do you think that, uh,
that might happen?

Um... when I'm ready.

You're all right, though?

Yeah.

You're briefing the CNO
on the FY,

'05 budget at 1600.

You'll need to
allot 45 minutes

travel time to
the Pentagon.

If you don't mind
my saying so, sir,

I think this job fits
you like a glove.

I'll take that
as a compliment

coming from you,
Petty Officer.

Sir, I'd imagine that
a lot of officers

would resent the-the paperwork
and the dull routine

and the mindless bureaucracy,

but it doesn't seem
to bother you at all.

Enter.

You wanted to see us, sir?

Yes. Good morning.

Good morning, all.

Firstly, I'll need the '05
budget numbers by 1100.

Next, I've divided
the JAG Instructions

into four sections.

Each of us
will review one section

preparatory
to a meeting tomorrow

to discuss updates

and cancellations.

This is make-work, Sturgis.

What about the open cases?

We work on those as well.

Please allocate
your time wisely.

Thank you.

You got a minute, Commander?

Sure. Will you close the hatch

on your way out,
please, Coates?

Aye, aye, sir.

I need to talk to you
about Webb.

Well, I'll be glad
to listen, Mac.

I, uh... I know
you've been through a lot.

I don't need a friendly ear,
Sturgis.

I need hard facts.

What really happened
aboard the USS Thomas Lyons

the night Webb
was reported dead?

I can't talk about the mission.

It's classified.

Top secret died with him.
You know better.

Did you see Webb's body?

No.
But you know

it was recovered?

I didn't see that happen.

Webb was CIA, Mac.

They have their own way
of doing things.

So, what, they just throw up
a black star

on the wall and call it a day?

I know what kind of pressure
you're under.

What mission was he on?

Who were the men he was with?

What really happened that night,
Sturgis?

I can't help you, Colonel.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

Clay! Clay, it's me.
Talk to me.

Please.

This callback feature
cannot be used...

You shouldn't be here, Colonel.

In all our dealings,
Laurie June,

did you ever once
tell me the truth?

I told you what I was
told to tell you.

By Webb?

By anyone above my pay grade,

and that was
just about everybody.

Including now?

I'm no longer
on the payroll.

But your bosses
keep in touch.

Where is he,
Laurie June?

I can't tell you.

So he is alive.

No, I didn't say that.

This is... this is why
I can't talk to you.

Laurie June,
you know Clay loved me.

Mr. Webb and I didn't
discuss matters of the heart.

But by the way he acted
when you called...

yeah, I knew.

Have you ever been in love?

Once.

It hurt when it ended,
didn't it?

It just about killed me.

You can't tell me you
wouldn't have done

everything in your power
to fix things.

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do right now.

Trust me, please.

The Company taught me not to
be real trusting, Colonel.

His life is in danger,
Laurie June.

Someone is trying to kill him.

I need to get word
to him.

Will you at least
think about it?

Okay, next is JAG instruction

3950.1 Alpha.

"Award of plaques, trophies
and similar devices

in recognition of
accomplishments. "

What the hell
are "similar devices?"

Uh, a gavel,

a law book,
a painting

on an appropriate naval
or legal subject.

I'm telling you,
we ought to get a painting

for updating
these instructions.

A big one, a Van Gogh,
maybe with, uh, sunflowers.

Nice.

Is it tough to kick the habit?

The worst 30 days
of my life.

And it's still
hour to hour.

Does it ever
get any better?

No.

Well, yes.

And then, one day, you just
get tired of talking about it.

Excuse me.
Mmm.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Hi.

What?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

That was Laurie June,
Webb's assistant.

Webb is alive.

She knows
where he is.

Where?

All she said
was Mandalay.

You could hear
the fear in her voice.

Laurie June?

You were right
to call me, Colonel.

Just how exactly are your people
involved in this, Simon?

Via Indonesia.

MI6 has several
ongoing operations there.

As do you, sir.

Well, our latest mission
there has been terminated

due to a lack
of qualified personnel.

More precisely put, your
operatives are dead.

Correct.

But I honestly
never anticipated

anything like this
so close to home.

Laurie June called you?

Yes.
Why?

I'd spoken with her
earlier in the day.

She was ready to
talk about Webb.

Laurie June
was let go weeks ago.

She knew nothing
of value.

Assistants always know
more than you think, sir.

She told me
Clay is alive.

She was mistaken.

As you know,
we sent his mother

to Hawaii
to identify the body.

Yes, but Mrs. Webb

is older, sir.

And who knows what
tricks grief might play,

or what tricks were
played, period.

You should
accept some things

at face value, Colonel,
and just move on.

You're playing
a dangerous game

where people die.

And the question remains-

who did this, and why?

Peter Tyrook.

The Hawk?

Well, there's nothing

substantive she
could have told him.

Only that Webb is in Mandalay. Mandalay?

That is what your Laurie June
told the colonel.

That's worthless information.

Colonel, would you excuse us
for a moment?

I have some further business
to discuss

with agent Tanveer.

Hey!
Webb's alive.

Mac, look.

I realize that his death
came as a shock

and you've been through
an awful lot lately.

I'm not dreaming, Harm,
or fantasizing. Webb is alive.

You saw him?

No.

Well, then how do you
know he's alive, Mac?

I was in his apartment when he
called to check his messages.

You spoke to him?

No. His assistant,

Laurie June, confirmed it.

Did she happen
to mention where he is?

Mandalay.

Mandalay?

That's all she said?

She was tortured and killed

before she could
tell me any more.

Simon and I just found her body.

Simon?

Simon Tanveer?

Yes.

When did he come
into the picture?

Last night.
Why didn't you

tell me about this sooner?
I knew how you'd react.

Well, how is that?
The way you're reacting now.

Well, that's because
I don't trust the guy, Mac.

You didn't like him
from the start.

He's a heroin addict,
and a liar,

a cheater and a thief.

And in bad need of a shave.

He's kicked the habit.

He's back in the good
graces of MI6.

And, for your information,
Simon cleans up real good.

What's the Company's
position on Webb?

Deputy Director Kershaw

insists Clay's dead.

But an assassin has been
killing people close to Webb.

Simon thinks he's looking
for Webb himself.

An assassin?
His name's Peter Tyrook.

He's a killer for hire
known as "The Hawk. "

Simon had a tussle with him

outside my apartment.

When?

Just after Tyrook
trashed my apartment.

Wow, Mac, I'm having a hard time
keeping up with your life.

You don't believe me.

Well, it all sounds

a little crazy. I mean...

Look, if this killer
were any good,

you'd already be dead,
as would Tanveer.

I know. That's the part
I can't figure out.

Unless...

He doesn't want you dead.

If Clay is alive-

and I'm just saying if-

it's possible
The Hawk

figures he'll come
to you eventually,

and he's using you as bait.

Simon?

Sorry.

Forgot my trousers.

Make yourself
right at home.

You get any more from Kershaw?

I learned you Americans
don't lie very convincingly.

Mmm, and you Brits do?

Well, we've had
so many years of practice.

Actually, I think
Mr. Kershaw

told us quite a lot
without meaning to.

He wasn't prepared
for Laurie June's death.

It shook him.

She wasn't part of the plan.

Exactly what plan
are we talking about?

Well, it might go something
like this, Sarah.

Webb suspects The Hawk
is on to him.

Gets a chance to fake his
own death and does so.

Why?

To lull The Hawk

into getting careless
and making a mistake.

Only it doesn't work,

and now the hunter has
become the hunted.

Mrs. Webb.

Colonel MacKenzie.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

Nice to see you again.

What can I do for you?

When will Clay's
remains be interred?

His body has
been cremated.

He wanted his
ashes scattered

next to those of his father.

No service?

It will be a
private affair,

family only.

What few of us there are.

Would you like to sit down?

You know, my son wanted
me to ask you to dinner.

That never happened with
any of his other girls.

Did you love him?

I did.

I still do.

But it's difficult.

We are very
different people.

Yes, it's difficult being
married to a Company man.

You managed.

I was part of my
husband's work.

That's how we met.

And we had a good marriage.

I miss him to this day.

Where is your son?

Gone.

Has he contacted you?

Colonel,

I don't believe in
s�ances or Ouija boards.

Will you take him
a message for me?

Clay is in danger,
as is everyone close to him.

There is a killer
tracking him.

The Hawk.

Go on.

His assistant was tortured
and murdered yesterday.

Laurie June?
Yes.

Right after she told me
Clay is alive.

Did she say
where he was?

Mandalay.

Mandalay?

You might want to ask
the Company for protection

or just take
a trip somewhere.

My son would never
put me in danger.

He may not know how
bad things are, Mrs. Webb.

If you know where he is,
you need to contact him.

Barring that,

protect yourself.

Oh!
Whoa!

Everything okay,
Colonel?

Ducky.

Not like you
to be late.

Since when did lawyers
start punching in?

How's the review coming?

Slowly.
End of business day?

Possibly.
Good. I'll count on it.

Aren't you
the cockeyed optimist.

Harassing Turner again?

Yeah, I just can't seem
to leave him alone.

Any news on Webb?

No, not yet.

Simon's talking to
the boys at Langley.

What about
his assistant

being murdered
by The Hawk?

Open one door, and
another one closes.

Listen, Mac, have you, uh...
have you given much thought

to how you're going
to react

if you do find our,
uh, mutual friend?

I don't know.

Weep tears of relief.

And then?

See how the moment plays out.

Kiss him.

Kick his ass for lying to me.

Maybe both.

And then?

I don't really want to think
about that part of it...

if that's okay.

Hey, uh, uh...

any chance of, uh,
maybe grabbing a bite?

You know,
take your mind off things.

I'm having lunch with Simon.

Alfresco.

Well, then,
I won't save this for dessert.

Be careful.

"Wanted for the murder
of MI6 Agent

"Wadsworth Cummings.

"For the assassination

"of the British Undersecretary
in Kenya.

"Suspected of 11 other
murders for hire.

"Expert in the use
of the garrote and knife.

"An expert at torture.

"Likes to work close.

none.

Peter Trunell,
Ty Peters,

"Phil Roth, Abdul Abdula.

"Known as Le Faucon-

"The Hawk.

"Considered to be
extremely dangerous.

Do not attempt to apprehend
without sufficient force. "

I told you he wasn't
a particularly nice man.

You're lucky to be alive.

I'm only alive because
he allowed me to live.

Killing me wasn't
part of his contract.

Honor among thieves?

A pro like that lives
by a code, Sarah.

He does what he's hired to
do- nothing more... or less.

If you're not on his
list, you're safe.

So, where are we?

Hmm.

Waiting for
something to happen.

Bud, what do you know
about Mandalay?

I'm sorry, sir.

What number instruction is that?

No, the city in Asia.

Oh, uh, right.

Uh, uh, Burma, sir.

Well, it's, uh,
Myanmar now, actually,

but, uh, anyway...

Uh, there's the hotel
in Las Vegas.

The Mandalay Bay?

There was that British
band, Mandalay.

They had that hit
single, "Beautiful. "

It's kind of
old-school techno.

Well, there's also

the Mandalay
National Wildlife

Reserve in, uh, Louisiana.

"Last night, I dreamt

"I went to
Manderley again.

"It seemed to me I
stood by the iron gate

"leading to the drive,

"and for a while,
I could not enter,

for the way was barred to me. "

That was your dream?

Those are the first lines
of Rebecca, sir.

The Daphne du Maurier novel.

It was my favorite book
growing up.

Mmm. So, what was Rebecca doing
in Mandalay?

Actually, it's
Manderley, sir.

It was a house.

A big estate way
out in the country,

a million miles from anywhere.

It had been
in the De Winter family

practically forever.

You could hide out there
and never be found.

Webb's lucky
to have someone like you.

You don't give up.

I just can't stand the thought
of losing someone again.

You know, it's odd.

You think a beautiful woman
is going to have a great life,

but it's often
not the case.

You'd think beauty would give
you a head start on happiness.

You'd think.

Uh, beauty is subjective and,
uh, mostly beside the point.

At the risk of
overstepping,

uh, it's not skin-deep
with you.

The beauty, I mean.

Down.

Simon, stay down!

Oh, he's long gone.

Odd. For one
reason or another,

The Hawk missed his shot.

If that's the case,

you and I aren't the
only ones shaken up.

A man like that's
not accustomed to failure.

So, what does he do?

He goes back
to the last place he felt safe.

Regroups.

He calls it off.

Calls for help.

Makes him unpredictable.

Oh, please don't tell us
those are for us, Coates.

Sorry, sirs.

Afraid they are.

This is
the supplemental budget report.

Commander Turner asked
that you look at it right away

and formulate a response,
bearing in mind that-

and I quote- "We want
the most bang for the buck. "

He said that?

Verbatim.

By the way, sirs,
you didn't hear this

from me, but Commander Turner
just got word from SECNAV.

Captain Krennick has been
flagged by PERS-eight

and will not be on anyone's
short list for selection.

Thanks, Coates.

This is that

information you asked for, sir.

Oh, thank you.
You're welcome.

Hey. Why aren't
you at the office?

Why aren't you there?

You called Turner
and asked for the afternoon off.

I thought
there was a problem.

Yeah, there was.

So, who's handling the workload?

Well, there's not really
anything that pressing.

Bud said he'd pick up any
of the slack.

Well, well, well.

Yeah, I heard you
were in town.

So I am.

You want to tell me
what happened this afternoon?

The Colonel and I
went to the...

the park for some lunch.

Saw the glint of sunlight
off a rifle scope.

We hit the ground;
the shot went wide.

Mac, you remember, uh, Clay
talking about a house

where he used to spend his
summers on the Eastern Shore?

Yeah, he went there as a kid.

It was the only place
he felt safe.

Well, I had Coates
do a little digging

into real estate
in the area.

She found an estate registered

to an Elliott Forbes
Porter Trust.

Clay's grandfather?

It's actually
his great-grandfather

on his mother's side.

House has been in the family
for generations.

Where?

About an hour's drive from here.

And you think Webb's there?

The house's name...

is called Manderley.

I say we split up.

Sarah and I will
take the house.

Commander,

you take the grounds
and outbuildings.

That's the smartest thing
I've heard you say

in a while.

You all right with
that, Colonel?

Fine.

All right, then, let's do it.

Clay?

Webb?

I'll take upstairs.

Recognize this?

Someone's been
sleeping upstairs.

It's Clay's.

And the pot on the stove

is still hot.

He'll be back.

How do you know?

Because...

you're the honey in the trap.

Please, put your weapon
on the counter.

I don't want to kill you, Sarah,

but I will
and not think twice about it.

Nice and slow
does it.

So, what now?

Well, we wait and see
who shows up first,

the commander or Clayton.

What happened to you?

Well, when I got
back from London,

after I got
out of rehab,

they put me on
a desk, Sarah.

No place
for an adrenaline junkie.

You still need a high,
don't you, Simon?

I'm a man accustomed
to freelancing.

I needed to be able
to move around

without having a lot of
questions being asked,

and I needed an
infusion of cash.

So, you turned to your friends
in where, Jakarta?

Karachi.

Throw a rock in Pakistan,

and you will hit a
member of Al-Qaeda.

They have a lot
of money to spend

on skilled professionals
with Western identities.

Who are you, really?

I've been several people
in several countries.

You're The Hawk.

The Hawk doesn't exist.

He's a fiction I created.

The intelligence community
bought into it.

He gets blamed for my sins.

But the photo?

On the Interpol
wanted poster?

Let's move.

Come on.

Some poor soul they caught
on a surveillance camera.

He was a janitor in
my old building.

Worked out well for me.

He's buried in the woods
outside Nottingham.

That night in
my apartment?

I was the one who tossed it.

The knife wound?

Self-inflicted.

Where does MI6
think you are?

Uh, rafting down
the Colorado.

Was it really necessary
to torture Webb's assistant?

Saves time. It
didn't take long

for Laurie June to
tell me the truth,

what little she knew.

Webb had contacted her.

He told her he
was at Manderley,

but failed to tell her

it was the name of
his ancestral home.

Laurie June was alive
when she called.

She was dead
when we got there.

You were with me
the whole time.

I had her record a
short message for you.

Her last words, really.

But who placed the call?

Tricks of the
trade, darling.

And you needed to know

if I knew what
"Manderley" meant.

Yeah.

I do this for a
living, sweetheart.

I need your help.

If you scream loud enough,

your lover will come
to rescue you.

I thought I had nothing
to fear from you, Simon.

Not a word.

One down.

Now, where's
your friend?

Right here.

Kill me, you kill her.

Put your weapon down,
she lives.

He's the only
one I want.

And after that?

You're not on
my employer's wish list.

Nor is she.

Next time, you be the decoy.

Both of you, stay down.
Shoot him, Harm.

No, Harm.

It's me he wants,
not Sarah.

Put your weapon down.

Put it over there.

Slowly.

Move.

Go on.

It's too bad we
didn't hook up, Webb.

If you needed an assassin,
you could have had me cheap.

I could've told him that.

54 cents.

The cost of a bullet.

Ah.

Next one takes out her brain.

Let me tell you how
this is going to work.

I am going to ask you
a series of questions.

If I don't like the answers,
I am going to shoot

one of your friends.
Keep them out of it.

I went through a lot of trouble
to get them here.

First, how far did you penetrate

the Abu Sayyef network?

Secondly,

how close to the top
did you get?

Who did you identify?

I like Sarah.

Almost as much
as you do.

Don't make me kill her.

Bitch.

Two would've done it, Mother.

I wanted to be sure, Clayton.

Come outside with me.

Well, it's a good thing
you showed up when you did.

Commander...

would you care to join me
in the kitchen?

I really can't stand
the sight of blood.

Feel better?

Yeah, I wish it
were that simple.

When does
the killing stop?

It's what we do, Sarah.

People like Tanveer and me.

I need to know the truth.

How long did you know
that Tanveer was The Hawk?

Only after
Laurie June's murder.

Yet you let him
stay close to me?

That is a little cold.

The safest place
for you to be

was with Tanveer.

He was not going to harm
you until he found me.

He needed you alive.

Were you the one that took
a shot at me in the park?

At Tanveer.

How could you do that,
with me so close?

I didn't see you.

I saw the job.

And that's cold, too.

But it's what
I become

when the stakes
are this high.

And then?

After I damn near killed
the woman I love,

I needed to regroup.

Was anything you
ever said to me true?

The part about
loving you.

Have you ever had
a long-term relationship?

Answer me honestly.

Other than with my work?

No.
Do you wonder why?

No.

What made me different?

You're tough, Sarah.

You don't need a lot.

For such a smart man,
you're really stupid.

I misjudged you.

Don't give up on
me yet, Sarah.

We can have some kind of a
future together. Really? How?

Stop expecting that I can tell
you the truth about what I do.

I can't. I don't want to
have "some kind of future"

based on lies
and deception.

A desperate housewife
waiting for you to come home

every night for dinner,

wondering when you're late
if your luck finally ran out.

If I'm going to get
news of your death.

If I should believe it
when it comes.

I want more than that.

You risked your life
for me, Sarah. Twice.

Yeah, well, there
won't be a third time.

You can just walk away?

You did.

I gather The Hawk
is dead.

Thanks to my mother.

Whatever it takes.

You have us
worried, Clay.

I let it get personal, Kershaw.

I let my feelings
get in the way.

I damn near got

Colonel MacKenzie killed.

That's why I came
back here, back home.

All I could think of to do
was make myself a cup of tea.

It's a wise man who knows
when he's finished.

I just wish you'd
called me sooner.

It's time
to come in

from the cold.

Tell me something, Kershaw.

How can I be who I am, and be
with her at the same time?

If you find out, let me know.

It's over with Clay.

Is that what you want?

I don't have a clue

what I want.

I just know
what I don't want.

I'm tired of dissecting
relationships.

The minute you start
dissecting something,

the damn thing is dead.

So don't talk to
Clay; talk to me.

I appreciate the offer.

But...?

There's so much more
to talk about than just Webb.

Well, Mac...

when you're ready,
let me know, huh?