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Growth examination of John Doe, number three, reveals a male, approximately age

35 years, primary injury, gunshot wound to the head.

The bullet severed the carotid artery, which combined with the gunshot wound to

the left wrist, resulted in exsanguination and death.

Hey, you're all alone in here. Well, the only warm body, anyway.

Where's your staff?

Sent them home.

Wow, before or after the restaurant shooting was called in? After.

Leaving you with about a half -dozen autopsies.

That's right.

That's a very interesting management strategy you have.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it the boss who goes home and gets a

good night's sleep while the underpaid, underappreciated underlings stay here

until 2 a .m.? Not if the boss is responsible for the budget. And we have

already maxed out on our employee overtime, okay?

I see.

So then the advantage of being a boss is... Bags under the eyes, an aching

and a very short temper.

Bye -bye, Jesse.

Bye. I'll see you tomorrow.

Case number 782269.

Subject is a Caucasian male, approximately 30 to 35 years of age, 77

inches long, 220 pounds. Preliminary external examination revealed a gunshot

entry wound to the left frontal parietal region of the scalp.

There's no apparent burn or gunpowder residue or tipling present.

He apparently suffered from meth.

No one saw him leave, and a naked guy with half his head blown off. It was

of hard to miss.

So I want an officer at every exit, understood?

Yes, sir. You're lucky to be alive.

Not half as lucky as the man who attacked me.

How does a mistake like this happen?

Well, when the EMTs got to that restaurant, they found a massacre. It

crisis situation.

You know, if the bullet entered just under his scalp and skimmed along the

skull, it would have caused massive blood loss.

unconsciousness, and also a barely detectable pulse.

Any EMT would have said, bag him, he's dead, and moved on to somebody who still

had a chance, like that waitress who's still having surgery.

Well, that explains why he was mistaken for dead, but it doesn't explain why he

tried to kill me.

My guess is it had something to do with the shooting.

And if that's true, he faces six counts of murder, seven if that waitress

doesn't pull through.

No wonder he didn't want to stick around.

It would help if we knew who he was.

And he took off with all the victims' toe tags, their files, their personal

effects. He's thinking pretty clearly for a guy with a bullet in his head.

Either that or he's deranged, which makes him a danger to everybody in the

hospital.

Hey, bonjour, Celine.

Hey, what's it like in Paris this morning, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I've been thinking about you.

Yeah, stuff.

Good stuff, yeah.

Is there something for me that's better over there?

Yeah. Miss me?

Hey, I'll save money for you, baby.

Till you get back, I'm a monk.

Yeah. Oui.

No, no, don't rush off. Money.

It means nothing to me. We can talk as long as you want.

This man is injured, and he's dangerous, and very possibly he's delusional. So

if you see him, do not try to handle him yourself. Call security immediately.

I don't want anybody around here taking any chances.

Any questions?

Okay, let's get back to work.

We lifted a bloody fingerprint off the stairwell railing. We're running it

through NCIC right now. Then he's definitely in the building.

The waitress come out of surgery yet?

Yeah, but she just had a bullet taken out of her chest. It'll be a while

she comes out of the anesthesia. Let's hope it's soon. She's the only witness

we've got.

Susan, do you have a possible subdural hematoma? Start an IV, ringers, give me

cranial CT, and monitor his blood pressure closely. What happened to the

John Doe just broke a mop handle over his head about 15 minutes ago.

Where? On the third floor.

Did he see anything?

Just stars.

This is Sloan. Get a team to the third floor now.

What was he doing on the third floor?

Distributing meds between long -distance phone calls to Fran.

Can you give me the inventory of his cart?

His cart? Sure, yeah.

Yeah, you see anything?

Those cranial CTs just came in.

Looks like our

orderly skull is pretty thick. Like the guy who hit him.

Let's keep him overnight for observation.

I've got to go get the inventory of his car and up to Mark.

I was thinking, we both have a couple of days off starting tomorrow. What do you

say we finally go up to Carmel?

No. But we've always talked about going and we've never been.

Because every time we try to go, something very, very bad happens. Like

the Metrorail tunnel collapsed and left our ER full of casualties. That was a

coincidence. What about the time your car blew up and your garage burned down?

That was a freak situation.

I'm telling you, we even start thinking about going to... And, you know, we're

both in a lot of danger. But I love Carmel.

It's just so romantic.

You know, if that was my apartment, we could stay there.

That settles it. I'm going to Carmel with or without you. Susan, we got a

guy walking around the hospital already. You're going to make it worse.

Susan. I ran prints on all of the cadavers. I was able to ID them all.

Lynette Baker, real estate agent. Tony Loweth, insurance broker.

Diane Merrill, aspiring actress.

Keith Farley, reporter for the L .A. Chronicle. Lorraine McCormick, tax

And Bruce Pollard.

Occupation unknown. However, he had 50 unpaid parking tickets attached to his

name.

Meet Gregory Othon.

Yes, I've already had the displeasure. What do you know about him?

Only that he's got a California driver's license, but the address on it is a

vacant lot.

Not a good sign.

That's what keeps guys like me employed.

John Doe took the meds from an orderly's cart.

His name is Gregory Othon.

Othon? I should have stuck with John Doe. Can I get copies of that

to all the nurses and doctors?

Yeah, consider it done, Susan.

Othon took Percocet, erythromycin, Bactrim, and ampicillin. A painkiller

three antibiotics.

They're not exactly worth a lot on the street.

A lot of patients come into the ER faking injuries for a chance to steal

pills, so you learn quickly which meds are on their shopping list.

Which is why I can't figure out why anyone would steal sterile gloves,

carbocaine, or betadine either.

When did it happen?

I don't know, but it looks like a hurricane hit the supply closet.

Are you missing any suture kits?

Yes, how did you know?

Steve, we've got to hurry. Where? To a vacant OR.

Othon's operating on himself.

Could we be sure he's in there?

He took all the drugs and surgical instruments he needed to remove that

from his scalp. Whoever he is, he's got medical knowledge.

Stay back.

He was here.

We were too late.

At least we know why he stayed. He'll be making his break for it now.

I'm going to double the men at every exit.

His picture's being passed all over the hospital. I'm sure we're going to catch

him soon. Well, don't underestimate him, Jess.

How can you underestimate someone you don't know anything about?

Well, we know more than you think. He's clever, he's methodical, and he has

medical experience.

And a very high tolerance for pain. He took a bullet to the head. He's still

walking around beating up people.

And he has something to hide.

Like his exposed skull, for starters.

No, the address on his driver's license is false. And I am sure that's not all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have attacked Amanda. He would have asked for help.

I need to see a doctor.

I don't feel so good.

Excitement never ends.

This is all we have for right now get a blood sample and see if it tells us

anything at all

It's

been a slow night in neurosurgery

Not one consult since 10 o 'clock.

I could have gone home five hours ago.

He asked me, the slow ones are tougher than the busy ones.

Man, what happened to you?

I've been vomiting all day.

Why didn't you come in any sooner?

I had to get our bid fax to Budapest by midnight or we could have lost a $3

million account.

You've been working nonstop to get it done, huh?

For two days.

Did you eat all your meals at your desk?

I'm thinking of replacing my blotter with a tablecloth.

So what do you think is wrong with me anyway?

Well, nothing that a career change and a vacation won't cure.

Have you ever been to Carmel?

In the meantime, we're going to...

Put you on an IV, replace your fluids, and get you some compazine to alleviate

that nausea.

This is Dr. Travis.

I got the results of my background check on Gregory Othon.

He has no background.

Excuse me? I ran him through every database we've got.

NCIC, VICAP, Social Security, Immigration, the IRS.

He's not in any of them. It's almost as if he never existed.

Well, what is it with this guy? First he's supposed to be dead, then he

exist? I don't know. I'm not going to find out.

Guy, there's been another attack.

Is this the man who attacked you?

Could be.

But the guy who hit me didn't have a beard.

He's in pretty bad shape, though. He had a bleeding head wound under his scrub

cap.

What happened to him?

He was shot.

You're telling me I got my butt kicked by a half -dead guy brandishing a shoe?

Well, he got you by surprise.

I got a black building karate at home.

Maybe you should have worn it.

It's got to be Othon.

He just got a lot harder to recognize.

Shaved his beard.

He's just trying to pass himself off as another doctor in scrubs.

You know, Steve, he's lost a lot of blood. He's in no shape to even be

much less engaging in hand -to -hand combat. He's got to rest sometime.

How many beds are in this hospital?

400.

I'm going to have to get some more men.

How long do I have to stay here with that needle in my hand?

Eight to 12 hours.

No way.

I've got to be at my desk at 9 a .m. working on the Triax Multiproducts

proposal.

Cassidy is just looking for an excuse to take my corner office.

You have been throwing up all night.

You're dehydrated. If you don't replace those fluids, you could go into shock

and die.

I bet Cassidy would just love that.

You know Cassidy.

Don't we all?

Hi. Hi.

I've booked a room at the Windermere in Carmel.

Please tell me that you're joking.

Ocean view, jacuzzi, four -poster bed. All right, now you've done it. I mean,

might as well stuff our shorts with chum and go diving into a pool of sharks.

You're being ridiculous.

I mean, I wouldn't cross any intersections if I were you.

What do you got?

We had to peel him out of his dashboard.

Neck, chest, and hip trauma.

Okay, let's turn on five milligrams of morphine. I want an IV push, tight and

broad, CDC.

Oh, um, Dr. Travis needs an orthopedic consult. Could you get Dr. Bishop down

here for me? Mm -hmm.

Thanks.

Oh, my God, Miss White.

Diagnosis murder will continue.

She was my patient.

I admitted her for food poisoning about an hour ago.

Doesn't look like she responded too well to your treatment.

She wanted to leave. I made her stay.

Jesse, you couldn't have known.

Couldn't have known what? That a dead guy rose off a slab in pathology and is

stalking the hospital? I did know, and I admitted her anyway.

Othon killed her, Jesse, not you.

That's great.

Remind me of that when I talk to her next of kin.

When you do, ask them what she was doing in this operating theater.

Might ask her what she was doing with this.

That's got to be Othon.

Not unless he hid it in a body cavity when they brought him in.

So this woman fakes food poisoning so she can roam the halls with a silenced

gun? I mean, why would anybody do that?

Because I ordered her to.

Who are you to be giving orders for my hospital?

Martin Rutgers, National Security Agency.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan, homicide.

My father is head of internal medicine at Community General.

Neither one of us was informed that there was an NSA operation in the

I'm sorry for any inconvenience.

Inconvenience? This is a crime scene.

Not anymore.

You're interfering with the investigation of a homicide.

Either you call off your man or I'm arresting you.

Is there a place where we can talk in private?

Come with me.

This was a U .S. embassy in Addis Ababa.

This was a police station in Kosovo. We've seen the pictures on TV.

Maybe you saw this one, too, then.

You're saying Othon was responsible for these bombings?

That's our belief.

You want to tell me what an international terrorist was doing having

Mexican restaurant in Palms?

Othon isn't a terrorist.

He's the hired help.

Today's events suggest that the last people who hired him weren't too pleased

with his work.

Six innocent people were butchered because someone wanted this one man

We considered ourselves fortunate it wasn't 600.

When we learned that Othon had died, we considered ourselves blessed.

A state of grace that ended when I ran a fingerprint through NCIC.

And you didn't bother to let us know that he was loose in the hospital.

Whom should I have informed, Doctor?

You saw what happened the last time Othon's enemies found him. Do you want

same kind of carnage here?

Lieutenant Sloan, it is my intention to lock down this building until we have

Othon in our custody or he is dead.

Are you going to cooperate or do you still want to arrest me?

Security has a complete schematic of the building.

I'll take you there.

Thank you.

There is one thing I still don't understand.

Once you knew Othon was alive, why didn't you lock down the hospital

immediately?

Othon was seriously wounded, probably near death.

Alana White was my top operative. I assumed that she could take him.

I won't make that mistake again.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

What is it, Ed? He got Susan.

Susan? Susan Hilliard. She's a nurse.

Skills?

Excellent. Why?

Show me those schematics.

What's going on in here?

Maybe we're about to find out, yes.

Leave it.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Help.

You want a nurse? Find a call button.

Is this why you killed that other woman?

You were trying to get her to help you.

I need your help.

I told Amanda to call me the minute she got the blood test results on Othon.

Do you think his blood will spell out directions on how to find Susan? Because

if not, we're wasting our time.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm going to see if Rutgers needs any help. At least he's looking for the

guy who kidnapped my girlfriend.

Oh, he's looking for Othon, all right. At least that part of the story is

believable. And the rest of it?

Rutgers said Othon is a killer, a for -hire terrorist.

Not acting like one. He's attacked three people and killed another. And he could

have killed all of them, starting with Amanda, and he didn't. Why did he kidnap

Susan and not kill her?

I could give you a hundred reasons why. Each one uglier than the one before.

All right, Rick, on this question. Why hasn't Othon left this hospital?

Maybe he enjoys our warm, friendly atmosphere.

And there may be something here that he needs.

I want to know more about what I'm dealing with before I go back to

How about you?

Othon's sick, isn't he?

His blood shows massive bacterial infection, a kind I've never seen

Take a look.

Wow. His white blood cell count is three times higher than the normal.

With an infection that severe, he's lucky still on his feet. He survived a

bullet wound to the head. It's hard to imagine that he'd succumb to a simple

infection that fast.

If he doesn't get medical attention soon, the NSA won't have to worry about

Othon anymore.

Which is why he's probably still in his hospital.

And why he needed a nurse.

Thank God.

But that still doesn't explain what he's doing here in the first place.

Do you have the inventory of all the shooting victims' possessions?

What are you looking for?

Medical equipment, supplies, anything like that.

There's an insulin kit found in the scene. Who does that belong to?

I haven't been able to figure that out. According to all the autopsies I've

performed, none of the victims had diabetes.

I think we're going to be able to help Susan.

If you still want to go back to Rutgers, I'll understand.

That I'm an idiot? What do you need?

Pulled out automatic weapons and started firing.

I saw people falling, blood spraying everywhere.

And then I felt the bullet enter my shoulder.

I crumbled to the ground, feeling my life ebbing onto the cold, hard tile.

My last thought.

before I lost consciousness, was that I never should have left my mother's farm.

And the one man who truly, truly loved me... Excuse me, Ms. Mayfield.

It was the most significant moment of my entire life.

I'm sure it was.

So don't tell me that I should sign any contract that doesn't guarantee me

script and cast approval.

I need to talk to you now.

Can you hang on a second, Skip? There's some doctor here. Look, can we just do

this later? I'm right in the middle of something. I need to get some

from you about the shooting.

Sorry, I'm on an exclusive.

I can't talk until the hard copy piece airs.

Well, all I need to know is where these people were sitting during the shooting,

and I'm sure hard copy's not going to mind that.

Did you hear that, Skip?

Sorry. Skip says exclusive means exclusive.

Skip, do you mind if I talk to Skip for just a second? Hi, Skip. This is Dr.

Jesse Travis, and I need to get some information from your client here. She

waiting tables when the shooting occurred, and I don't care what it does

negotiating posture.

Miss Mayfield here holds information that could possibly save the life of an

innocent woman.

No, I don't think she'd be interested in telling her life story.

Listen, Skip, if you don't tell your client to cooperate with me, you know,

just going to call hard copy and I'm going to tell them that your client has

been in and out of the psych ward for years and that she's delusional.

Okay? What's that going to do for your negotiating posture?

Okay.

You... Fine.

So what did you need to know?

It's not working.

Try again.

I can't do this.

I don't have the training.

If you want to leave here, you will learn quickly.

Thanks. You've been a big help.

Any news yet?

No, the hospital's locked up tight. We're still searching all the floors.

What are you doing here, then?

Checking on you.

Look, I found out who was sitting with whom at the restaurant before the

shooting occurred.

That's good.

Something the matter?

Yeah, with you, Jess. That's why I'm here.

I'm fine.

Jesse, your girlfriend was kidnapped by a killer. I'm okay.

You can talk to me, you know. I am.

No, you're not.

Look, what do you want me to say?

That I'm terrified?

That I never thought someone could matter to me as much as Susan does?

That nothing matters as much to me as her happiness? Or that if something bad

ever happened to her, my life would be over?

Something like that.

There's nothing wrong with admitting you're scared, Jesse.

Especially to your friends.

We can help you.

How exactly?

Oh, I don't know.

Just be there to reassure you.

Pat you on the back. Things like that.

You feel better now?

Yeah, much. Thanks.

Glad I could help.

You'll keep me informed, first lead you get?

Yeah, you got it.

Don't worry, Jess. We'll get her back.

Well, the first attack was in the pathology lab, which is right here.

The second attack, where he stole the medication, was outside the oncology

department on the fifth floor.

The supply room he broke into was on the eighth floor, and the O .R. where he

operated on himself was on number two. Now, do we see a pattern here,

Only that he seems to move around quickly.

And freely, and that ends now.

I want agents posted at each elevator on every floor.

The same goes for the stairwell doors.

What, are you going to lock them down to one floor?

Then what? Room -to -room searches from the ground floor up? Something like

that. It's going to take a lot of manpower.

Until the ground floor search is complete, the lockdown continues. Follow

Excuse us. No one is to enter or leave this hospital until they have been

cleared personally by me. Do you understand? Yes, sir.

Lieutenant,

do you need something?

No, but I have something you need.

In 15 minutes, I can have a squad of police down here to help with the

Thank you, but my people are trained to handle this kind of situation.

As is our anti -terrorist unit.

You want to help?

I'm still on the clock.

Good. Then call your people and tell them until further notice, all emergency

services at this hospital are suspended.

Say it's a gas leak.

Perfect.

When you were informed that Othon had kidnapped a nurse, you asked about her

skills.

Why? Lieutenant, when you deal with someone as deadly as Othon, it helps to

what resources he has at his command.

It's the first time I've heard a kidnapped victim described as a

She has abilities and knowledge of this hospital that Othon doesn't. We have to

assume she's working with him, willingly or not.

I expect you to treat Susan Hilliard as a victim, not as a weapon.

Notify your people the ER is closed, Lieutenant.

We've got work to do.

I can't reach it.

How can I help you if you've got me tied up like this?

Try again.

Carefully.

Oh, Don.

Hi,

Dr. Brown.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir, but access between floors has been

temporarily suspended.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, look, I got patients to see on other floors.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir. We're making every effort to solve this

problem as quickly as possible.

Keep working.

Mark Sloan.

Hey, have they locked down your floor yet?

Locked down the floor?

Yes. Well, then I don't know if this is going to do you any good, but before the

shooting at the restaurant, Othon was sitting with Keith Farley. He was a

reporter from the Chronicle. Are you sure?

Well, Gloria Mayfield is, and trust me, this woman knows when she is around

people from the media.

I gotta go.

I've got to get to Old Bond before Rutgers finds him. Mark, even if you

where this guy is, if something tells me you've already figured that out, how do

you expect to get past Rector's men?

How do you fix for spare parts?

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

I have a patient open on the operating table waiting for this liver.

We are making every effort to correct this problem as quickly as possible. By

which time this liver will be useless and my patient will be back on a waiting

list for two years.

If she lives that long.

Open the box.

Don't touch it.

You'll contaminate the organ and kill the patient.

Do you know how long this phone's been waiting for this liver?

Go. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Mark, we have to get out of here.

Where's Othon?

I don't know. He could be right behind me.

Or right in front of you.

Well, Dr. Othon, we've been looking everywhere for you.

Now you can finally kill me.

No, no, that's Rutger's job.

I'm here to save your life.

This man kidnapped me. Why are we helping him? Because we're the only ones

can, Susan.

It's no use. He'll never find the cure in time.

You heard him, Mark. Maybe we should just go.

That's a little arrogant, isn't it?

Arrogant? Didn't Dr. Othon tell you? He created this disease.

I can't believe Rutgers told you the truth.

Good, good. That means the infection hasn't reached your brain yet. I'm going

have to take a blood sample.

You know, Rutgers said that you were an international terrorist for hire.

But you don't see too many terrorists having lunch with reporters.

I told Farley it was too dangerous for a face -to -face, but it was the only

way. He needed a sample of your blood to verify your story.

That's why he brought that insulin kit.

He used the hypodermic. We were searched when we left the lab.

The only way I could get the plague out was in my own blood.

The plague?

When the NSA sends out assassins to kill a doctor, you begin to wonder why.

Then when you discover that doctor's suffering from a bacterial infection

never seen before, He's developing biological weapons for the government?

I thought I was.

This country hasn't had a biological weapons program since probably the 60s.

Yeah. And marijuana was outlawed since the 30s, so no one smokes dope, right?

Rutgers wanted you to think you were doing secret government work, but you

only working for him.

Creating the friendly plague for the highest bidder.

100 % fatal within 10 hours.

It doesn't sound too friendly to me.

It's not communicable person to person.

A plane flies over, sprays an entire city. 24 hours later, everyone is dead.

We march in, take over the real estate. Nobody on our side even gets a sniffle.

And if they do, there's a cure.

Yep, a super cocktail of advanced antibiotics.

Susan, would you look in that organ container right under the liver there?

Thank you.

How did you... You shouldn't leave so much blood lying around if you want to

keep this stuff secret.

I was going to give myself the cue when I got back to the lab, but Rutgers found

out about the meeting and... And they sent out a team to kill you and everyone

in that restaurant.

It's no use. The contagion's too far advanced. No, it can't be. Otherwise,

everyone in that restaurant died for nothing.

First floor's clean and locked. Search team's commencing floor two.

I want that murdering bastard dead by dawn. Is that clear? Yes, sir.

Sloan here.

Steve, can you talk?

I know I said I'd be home right after work, Pookie, but something's come up.

I'm in an abandoned lab in the basement with Othon.

He's dying.

Well, I know how much this dinner party means to you.

Just go ahead and eat. Don't wait for me.

Rutgers is trying... to kill Osan to cover up the fact that he's developing

illegal biological weapons.

If we don't get Osan out of here, the proof's gonna die with him.

Well, don't worry about me. I'll just pick up something after this is all

I need your help. You've got to find a way to get down here.

I'll see what I can do, honey bunch.

Until then, keep our guests entertained.

Bye -bye.

Groveling?

Oh, nothing. A lot of groveling and a trip to the hospital florist can't fix.

Excuse me.

There. What is it?

You better look into it.

Steve, can you talk?

I know I said I'd be home right after work, Pookie, but something's come up.

I'm in an abandoned lab in the basement with Othon.

He's dying.

Rutgers is trying to kill Othon to cover up the fact that he's developing

illegal biological weapons.

I scanned the project documents and uploaded them to this.

Email address.

They won't hold up as proof, but it may give you a place to start.

We have you.

Not for much longer.

And my corpse won't help you either. The bacteria will die with me.

You aren't going to die.

The doctor and nurse are expendable. No one leaves the basement unless they're

in a body bag. I don't think so.

You're under arrest for murder. Now drop your weapons.

How did you know we were monitoring your cell calls?

It's a safe bet.

Now drop your weapons.

We've got no jurisdiction here, Sloan.

Besides, you can't prove anything.

I'll walk right out the door with your badge in my pockets.

There's still oath on.

Is there?

I'll give you five seconds to drop your weapons.

Then I'm going to drop you.

I'm not getting a paw.

Susan.

I am so sorry. For what?

I promise I will never mention Carmel again.

It's too late.

Now, Zothan, he is dead.

In other words, this night never happened.

At least your version.

I still think I'll take your badge, though, just for the fun of it.

However, the plague is still very much alive.

I injected myself with it.

In a few minutes, I'm meeting with the authorities and the press.

You didn't really.

It was the only way we could prove anything ever happened here.

Cut him, read him his rights, and get him out of here.

You injected yourself?

Yeah. I can't believe you let him do it. Have you ever tried to stop Mark from

doing anything?

How long before you have to take the antigen? I have a few hours.

Well, it's not dallying for me.

Good idea.

What a night.

Tell me about it. I could sleep for a week.

Yeah, we have a couple of days off. Want to take a trip?

I don't think so.

Fine. We could get in my car, put the top down, cruise up the coast by lunch.

could be in...

has been arrested and charged with multiple counts of homicide for his role

rogue operation to manufacture biological weapons.

The shocking conspiracy was uncovered by Dr.

Mark Sloan of Community General Hospital, who is also... Maybe we should

Mark and congratulate him.

When we get back into town.

Yeah, you're right.

No reason running up any long -distance charges.

I am so glad we got over our fear of Carmel.

I'm just glad to be anywhere alone with you.

This couldn't be nicer.

Except maybe if the ocean was a little louder.

No problem.

Now it's perfect.