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Hello? Oh, no...

-Hi.

-Good morning.

Are you okay, sir?

Oh, my God! What's wrong?

What's happening?

I'll call an ambulance!

Okay, take cover,

take cover now!

How many ways in and out

-on the 7th floor?

-What's going on?

Someone is shooting

from the 7th floor!

How many ways?

-Just the stairwell

and the lift.

-Kill the lift, call the police,

tell them there's a mass

shooting at this address.

Shouldn't you just wait for...

Police! I am armed!

This is Probationary Officer

Annette--

Know the biggest mistake

a rookie makes?

When they draw their weapon,

they only see what's directly

in front of it.

It's called tunnel vision.

What time is her mother coming?

She said she would be

on the 5:00 p.m. from Paris.

Imagine how hard

that trip will be.

Probably easier

than her last trip.

Well, on the last trip,

at least there was hope.

What is it about morning

in The Hague? Huh?

The light looks like a Vermeer.

Oh, you know Vermeer?

Does that surprise you, Louis?

Kind of.

What's in the box?

Anne-Marie's things.

Don't forget that.

Actually, I thought...

you might want it.

Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.

Carlton, do you have a minute?

Yeah.

Hickman wants her nameplate?

It's not so surprising.

Good morning, all.

Hey, glad to officially

have you on board.

-Glad to be on board.

-Welcome.

Grazie, Eva.

Grazie mille.

You speak Italian?

And Dutch, and German,

and English.

What about Irish?

Sorry, nobody understands Irish.

Amen.

Is this me?

Uh... yeah.

Yeah, it's yours.

That's the sniper in Paris

yesterday morning?

Five dead, including

two police officers,

a young rookie with her training

officer having breakfast.

Wrong place, wrong time?

Appears that way.

This what you wanted to show me?

No. It's about Rebecca.

She's going to be

our prosecutor.

I hear she was good.

Very good.

Is she ready?

Yes. I think so.

-Major?

-Yeah?

I'm sorry,

Dorn is here with Moreau,

the Paris detective?

-I'm coming.

-Okay.

If I can be of help,

you let me know.

Thank you very much.

Louis, Hickman,

you recognize Moreau?

He's just come

from that horrific

sniper shooting in Paris

to request our help

tracking the shooter.

There was a note

left by the shooter.

The original is being

tested for evidence,

but I've brought you

a photocopy.

"The proles will refuse

to bellyfeel blackwhite.

One hundred million Euro

by Thursday,

or five more will die

somewhere in Europe.

You cannot stop me. W.S."

By Thursday? May I?

Tomorrow.

"Bellyfeel blackwhite"?

What the hell

does that mean?

It's Newspeak,

which is, of course,

the language that George Orwell

created for 1984.

What does it mean?

Ah, well, in Oldspeak,

it roughly means

"You can't pull the wool

over the peoples' eyes."

In this particular instance,

I think it means

that instinctively people

will reject the notion

that black is white.

Black is white?

It's one of the central

premises of the book.

The authoritarian

government insists

that citizens unquestionably

believe things that

are inherently untrue,

such as black is white.

He signs it "W.S."?

Well, because

the main character in the novel

is Winston Smith.

Wasn't Winston Smith

a bureaucrat? A functionary?

I don't remember him

being violent at all.

No, he wasn't.

Certainly,

he didn't kill anyone,

and of all people,

he would not be a participant

in the multiple targeting

at random.

Well then, maybe he's just

doing this to throw us off.

A killer like this

usually doesn't do

anything without reason.

He can't honestly believe

anyone's going to give him

that money.

Moreau, has he been

in contact with anyone

since he left that note?

No. No one.

Well, then, he's not expecting

to get any money.

He's using this as a ruse

to keep us from understanding

what his true goal is.

Which starts with

understanding 1984.

The square, it must have had

more than five people in it.

Why'd he stop shooting?

Initially, we thought

people must have run away,

but there was only

one shot heard.

One shot that

killed five people?

No, no, but there was

only one shot heard.

And then the female officer

ran across the square

into the building.

She took a grand risk.

-Is that when he shot her?

-She wasn't shot.

There was a confrontation

at the site of the shooting.

He pushed her out the window,

seven floors to her death.

So, you're taking the case?

Yes. But I have a question.

Does your boss know you're here?

Moreau, go to the scene.

I'll get it authorized

in the court.

That should be enough

to handle any objections

that Laveaux might have.

You'll be more

comfortable inside.

I feel like a child

on her first day at school.

Her first day back to school.

And it's a school in which

you excel, Rebecca.

Here goes.

It's not as elegant

as the one you left.

Please.

It's absolutely fine.

Come with me, Rebecca.

I have to get authorization

from the court

allowing our team

to track the sniper in Paris.

It's a good place

for you to start.

I think that you should be

a part of this case

right from the very beginning.

Can I... I just need a moment

to freshen up.

I'll just be down the hall.

Oh, God,

what am I doing here?

Okay.

Okay. I can do this.

Carl...?

I'm missing something.

Something right in front of me.

Well, stay on it.

We don't have much time,

and even less to go on.

There are only

three victim files?

Yes, a sanitation worker,

a bicyclist, and an au pair,

but we found no connection.

Yeah, but there were

five victims.

What about the officers?

You want to investigate them?

We need to know who they were.

What is it?

Two Parisian officers

were murdered,

so our detectives

are not going to be happy

about an outside agency

intruding on their case.

The only reason

for us to be involved

would be another shooting

in a different country.

That's it, that's it.

That's what's bugging me.

"Five more will die

somewhere in Europe."

If he had said,

"Five more will die,"

the assumption would be

that he meant Paris,

and we could not be on the case.

This note has

the exact right phrasing

to ensure that we are involved.

You think it was planned?

I don't know, but...

I got a hard time with

the concept of coincidence.

I've felt more welcome

in the ladies changing room.

Really? I've never

been welcome in one.

Sebastian, check up there

if there is any evidence.

Arabela, come with me.

We will talk to the witnesses.

Tommy and Eva,

look at the tactical.

Do you want to know

how he did it?

Mostly why he did it

from there.

-Commissaire Laveaux.

-This scene is closed.

I have an authorization

from the ICC.

This is nothing to do

with the ICC.

Two Parisian officers

were killed.

You can't just come in here--

You're right.

You're right.

The man who killed

your comrades left a note

threatening to do the same

somewhere in Europe.

We will participate

only if the case takes us

outside of France

to another country.

Until then, we want

to provide assistance.

You have lost two officers,

and I know what you feel.

The pressure you are under.

I just want to help.

I give you my word.

Show them the scene.

Thank you.

...today in Paris when a sniper

opened fire on a public square

not far from Schiller

National University.

Whiskey?

Double.

...killed in the incident,

along with three

other civilians.

The victims were pronounced

dead at the scene.

The medical examiner

has determined

that each of the deceased

was struck, execution-style,

with a single bullet

to the head.

Police have not released

the identities of the victims.

Another.

Tearing up our authorization

form from the court?

Did I, or did I not?

Seeger, this one

has much to teach you.

I think you all do.

The coffee cart owner is ready

if you'd like to talk to him.

Yeah.

It's not optimal.

The other side of the square

would be.

The sun would be behind him

at this time in the morning.

Maybe he isn't

that experienced.

Nobody who can hit

a moving target

from this range is an amateur,

especially shooting

into the sun.

My guess would be

military training.

A lot of it.

There are other reasons

to use this building, though,

despite the sun.

For instance, this floor

being under construction.

Like Hickman says, that's

probably no coincidence.

I'm ready for some scans.

Jaques Lemiere.

L-E-M-I--

The other officers

have your name.

We just want to know

what you remember.

Remember?

I remember all of it.

I will never forget.

How can I ever forget

something like this?

I mean, you watch television,

but you don't think

it will ever...

Not to you.

Other people, but not you--

Jaques... breathe.

Now, sit and take a sip of water

and relax.

Look at that.

What?

The window frame,

the one he fired from?

There's a smooth,

almost perfect covering

of gases and gunshot residue.

On what part of the frame?

All of it.

Top, bottom, sides.

It's an even dispersement

in all directions.

That's why

no one heard the shots.

I had just brought out

Jean's breakfast.

-Jean?

-Yes, the local officer

who walked this area.

The one with the female officer?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Annette, his trainee.

She was--

What happened to her was...

-Jaques, stay focused.

-Okay.

The officer arrived

and ordered coffee?

No. No, I prepared

his order first.

First? Before he arrived?

Yes, Jean is here

every morning, 9:00 sharp.

He is very methodical.

Was. He was methodical.

What happened next?

I was taking another order,

and there was a shot.

A shot?

Yes, one shot.

Like a crack.

I turned, and could see

it came from this building.

I saw the smoke, saw the rifle

being pulled back in.

And I heard Annette make a

sound, and then I saw Jean.

He was...

He had been hit.

That one shot

hit the officer?

Yeah.

And then Annette

ran off toward the building,

and it was only after that

I noticed other people

on the ground,

other people that had been shot.

After the officer ran off,

the others were already shot?

Yes.

-You're sure.

-Yeah, I'm sure.

"Bellyfeel blackwhite..."

"Bellyfeel blackwhite."

"Bellyfeel--"

My team has gone over

this note many times.

It doesn't seem

to make much sense, huh?

We're going through

1984 as well.

Forensics came back

on the original note.

It's completely clean.

No prints, no DNA.

Can't be easy to handwrite

a note and leave no prints

or DNA.

Same thing I thought.

Four shots,

in the time he had,

and from where he shot,

is remarkably good.

Knows his way around forensics,

too. No prints

or DNA on the note.

Are we looking at a cop?

Sure starting to look that way.

We also know why

no one heard any shots.

The ScanGen picked up

gunshot residue

and gas particles

on the window frame

in a wide, diffuse pattern.

Evenly spread,

the way a suppressor

would dispense the gases.

But they did hear one shot.

Yes, the last one.

The one that killed

the older cop

and drew the rookie.

Those officers weren't

wrong place, wrong time.

They were the targets.

The officers were the target?

The only shot that anybody heard

was the one that killed

the older police officer.

The witness said

when the officer was shot...

The others were already

on the ground.

The audible shot

was the last one.

He used a silencer, but

he wanted the last shot heard.

Why?

Eva said it. To draw

the young officer to him.

Why go to all this trouble

to kill two officers

he could have shot while

they were having their coffee?

Because he wanted a show.

Sir? He says he's the sniper.

He calls himself Winston Smith.

That's him.

That's the note, "W.S."

I'm sorry, sir, he asked

specifically for Major Daniel.

Sebastian, trace the call.

Winston Smith?

I'm calling from a

prepaid cell phone

that cannot be traced.

Then we should talk

in person.

Let's meet.

Do you find this funny?

No. There is nothing funny

about murder, Mr. Smith.

Nothing.

-You have my note?

-Yes.

Then I'm guessing

by your attitude

you also have my money?

You surely know that

we need more than a day

to raise that sum.

The European Central bank

holds money

from every country in the EU,

does it not?

28 countries contributing

just over three

and a half million each.

A statistical blip.

100 million is no blip.

Keep that phone with you.

I'll call you in the morning.

You asked for me.

Do we know each other?

Everybody knows you.

You and your team

are quite famous.

But that could be undone

doublefast,

even vaporized.

What the hell was that?

I guess that's more Newspeak,

like 1984.

The money is more plausible

if you split it in 28 ways.

You'd never get 28 countries

to agree.

Have you ever watched a session

of the European Parliament?

I'm not asleep.

But you are in the dark.

I watched the sun go down.

There was no reason

to turn a light on.

Sun went down

two hours ago.

How did it go in Paris,

at the shooting scene?

Routine.

Dorn is making some calls

about getting the money.

No cases at home.

Good idea. Agreed.

So... what is troubling you?

I'm not sure

I can do this, Louis.

Everything seemed foreign to me.

So... changed.

Okay.

Okay?

This work is too important.

If you're not capable,

you should not do it--

I didn't say I wasn't capable.

I mean...

what do you expect,

the first day after six years?

You are the one

who said you want to quit.

I've never said "quit"

in my life.

I'm sorry.

If you think I'm not capable

of this job,

you're going to be

very surprised, Mr. Daniel.

Very surprised.

You will be a star.

You always are.

Okay.

Now I'm ready for bed.

I'm not really tired.

Did I say tired?

Did the word "tired"

ever come out of my mouth?

What time is it?

I...

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God. Nurse!

Nurse!

What time is it?

Shh... what? What, baby?

How long?

Let me get the doctor, okay?

And then I'll explain it

all to you.

Everything, okay?

Everything.

Yes.

What?

Where?

Are you the team

from the ICC?

Major Louis Daniel.

Detective Rick Jeff.

We appreciate the assistance.

We've never had

anything like this--

We are not assisting.

This same man killed five people

two days ago in Paris.

This is a cross-border,

systematic, ongoing crime.

It is ours now, officially.

Your superiors

have been notified.

Well, no one told me.

Then make the call.

And when you learn

I'm right, turn over

any witness information

to Detective Seeger.

Let me make some calls.

Well, that was pretty

straightforward.

We have work to do,

so let's do it.

Emmett, McConnel, Berger,

-Seeger, and Vittoria

from the ICC.

-Yes. We heard you were coming.

All the bodies are still

in the spots where they fell?

-All five.

-Medics didn't work on them?

They were all shot

through the head.

There was nothing to work on.

Where did the shots come from?

We don't know.

No one heard a single shot

to give us a direction to look.

He used the suppressors.

There were searches

of the rooftops, but no evidence

was found in the dark.

There will be another

search this morning.

I might be able to use

the ScanGen to establish

a bullet path,

a trajectory through

the victims.

If we can do that with two

or three, we can triangulate.

You need to know the exact

position they were in

before they were shot, though.

Yeah, whether they were

sitting or standing.

Did the family members stay?

Yes. They're in the mosque.

The Imam and his wife

are taking care of them.

We can see if they remember

whether they were sitting

or standing.

While we scan the bodies.

Famke, can you

put the kettle on?

I found some old books

in storage.

Doesn't anyone read the law

around here anymore?

You are...?

Rebecca Daniel?

We met yesterday?

Well, I know who you are,

but you're here,

and it's only 7:00 a.m.

Don't worry. I don't expect you

to be here this early.

No, no, I love it.

No one ever...

Let me put those books away.

Famke...

Right now I would love

a cup of black coffee.

Okay.

Then... I want legal precedent

on multiple homicide

and all lesser included

gun and battery charges,

in Paris, France,

and Sofia, Bulgaria.

I want to be ready

to charge this sniper properly

when they catch him.

The books can wait.

You mean

"if" they catch him, right?

Oh, Famke, you clearly

don't know my husband.

Come on, you son of a bitch!

Funny, you usually say that

right to my face.

I don't think I've ever

caught you calling me names.

"Keep that phone with you.

I will call you in the morning."

-That's what he said to me.

-I was there.

-He lied.

-Did he?

It's still morning.

He killed five more people.

He said he was going

to do that in the note.

"Five more on Thursday".

As far as I can tell,

this whole thing happened

right about midnight.

He waited until Thursday.

He didn't even give me

a chance to get the money.

"Me?"

Us.

He didn't give us a chance,

and I'm sure that he would argue

the point.

He said "on Thursday,"

and that has passed.

But you don't really think

this is about the money, do you?

What is it about?

That we don't know yet.

Hey, lads!

We might have something.

Not yet.

So I was able to scan

the bodies and establish

the path of the bullets

as they passed through them.

Arabela, can you

turn off the lights, please?

Okay, these lines

are bullet trajectories.

Arabela and I were able to talk

to the companions of the victims

about their position

before they were shot.

Most of them were very specific.

For instance,

victim one was sitting

cross-legged on a blanket

watching the movie,

victim two was sitting up

with his fiancée leaning

back against him,

and victim three was walking

through the aisles

coming back from the loo.

Now, when I add that

information to the modeling...

That's the highest point.

Well, this point definitely

covers the entire square.

I'll go get the ScanGen and

see if we can find any residue,

make sure

this is the right spot.

Hey, don't bother.

"Minority of one."

-Mean something to you?

-It's another reference

to the book.

The lead character asks

if being a lunatic

is just being a minority of one.

Just because I don't like

to read doesn't mean

I'm not good at it.

Enjoying yourself?

There is nothing enjoyable

about murder, Mr. Daniel.

-Nothing.

-You're not interested in money.

I'll be dead long before

I can spend any of it.

What do you want?

You used to be French, right?

I am still French.

No. You're European now.

A citizen of the European

Union. We gave up

our identities, Louis.

We let a bunch of bureaucrats

throw away centuries

of individuality

for easier trade. For money.

Even your team

is an abomination.

What are you doing on a rooftop

in Sofia, Bulgaria?

That's how it works.

How the collective takes over.

First they change your money

so you're on shaky economic

ground, then they take over

the familiar forms

of local government,

like the police.

Everything you know changes

until you're just like a cog

in the wheel

like Winston Smith.

A functionary.

Oh, Louis. Really?

-Isn't that beneath you?

-What is it you want?

I want my message out.

I want people to hear

what I have to say,

and I want you to do it,

you and your team

of bastard cops.

You want me to

deliver your message?

Mm-hm, at a press conference

before the world's cameras.

And if I don't?

I have five rounds for tomorrow,

and the day after that

and the day after that.

How will I contact you

to give you an answer?

The press conference

will be the answer.

Or not.

I'll get the message.

Arabela, tell the press

we'll make an announcement.

Yes, sir.

Wait, wait, there's something

else that we need from them.

We need to know

where on the continent

that chopper's images

are broadcasting live.

Absolutely live.

He saw me.

He saw me raise the finger.

Most networks add a 30-second

time delay for breaking news,

in case something

too shocking happens.

I'd like to find out what

the network considers

too shocking to show.

The list gets smaller every day.

Now, listen up,

the press doesn't like

to talk to the police in groups.

Don't want to look like

they're getting bullied.

Separately, they want

to make out like

they're your friend

so they can call on you later

for a story.

Any cop who trusts

the press is an idiot.

Let them think

you will cooperate.

Let them think you're friends.

That's right. Hand out cards,

give them your cell number.

-Can't I give them

his cell number?

-Aye, and I'll give them yours.

-Who gave you my cell number?

-You don't want to know.

Louis, finding where those

images are broadcasting live

will give us an area to look in,

but we need to find a way

to narrow that down.

-You have an idea?

-Yeah.

Based on who I think he is.

-You think?

-I'm pretty sure.

And if you're wrong?

People may die.

People are dying now.

What do you got?

Only four sources broadcast

from that particular

chopper live

without any delay whatsoever.

A station covering

the west coast of Spain

and Portugal.

And all of Norway.

Half of Austria,

and all of Switzerland.

Not Sofia? Not locally?

They weren't broadcasting

anything at all. It's too

close for them.

The bodies are still

on the ground.

Spain and Portugal are too far

for what he's capable of doing.

Paris, home, now Sofia,

and, apparently, home again.

Norway seems too far as well.

It is. Our best shot

is Austria or Switzerland.

You guys should head in

that direction on the chopper.

And do what, man?

Austria and Switzerland

is a pretty big search area.

Leave that to me.

What do you mean?

I'm going to do this press

conference, and I'm going

to narrow it down.

Didn't he say he wanted Louis

to do the press conference?

Who is doing the talking

will be the least

of his problems.

Especially when he hears

what I have to say.

But won't that put

more victims at risk?

Only if it doesn't work.

I'm not the guy you want

on a raid of a sniper's house

anyway, am I?

And I want to meet

this Mr. Winston in person.

Sebastian, you should stay,

and we can check out any

information that comes in.

We'll be on the sat phone.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

My name is Carl Hickman.

I'm a retired New York

City detective

who now works for the ICC's

investigative team

out of the Hague.

We are currently assisting

the Sofia, Bulgaria police

in investigating

this latest cowardly attack

by the same man who shot

a number of people in Paris

a couple of days ago.

We have actually been

in contact

with this piece of sh--

With this perpetrator,

and he asked us to have

this press conference...

Cowardly is right.

Shooting people from

the roof of something.

They don't even

know they're targets.

Kind of... like hunting folk.

It's nothing like hunting.

Another.

Mein Gott.

How about just asking, ja?

...because he has

a petty grievance.

But never mind what he wants.

Here's what we're going

to talk about instead.

I'm going to tell you

how you can help us catch him.

You know how after police

catch a serial killer,

the neighbors said

that they had no idea?

"He was such a quiet guy,

he never bothered anybody."

Well, that's not this guy.

That's not the make-up

of a "personal cause"

perpetrator.

This guy's not quiet.

This guy bothers everybody.

You know him,

but you're not friends.

In fact, he doesn't have

many people that he tolerates,

and he has no friends.

Because he's a jerk.

And he complains. Loudly.

He will have complained

repeatedly about

the formation of the EU,

and about the loss

of individual identity

under the new system.

And he might have said,

at different times,

something very similar

to these words:

"We let a bunch of bureaucrats

toss out a century worth

of individuality

just to make trade easier.

For money."

Or something like...

"The collective takes over.

You know, first

they change your money,

then they change the police,

then they change the government,

they crush you like

you're nothing,

you're just a cog in the wheel."

That's this guy.

So help us catch him.

You call the number

that's flashing on

the bottom of the screen.

If this guy sounds familiar,

call us.

Thank you.

Hickman.

-Are you sure?

-Description fits

him perfectly.

Plus, the caller said this guy's

obsessed with 1984,

and that was not public info.

Did they tell you his real name?

Alexander Fuster,

Austrian National.

There are some

newspaper articles about

an Alexander Fuster

who fought for

the French Foreign Legion

and then headed a SWAT team.

Europol referred him

for prosecution

after an on-duty shooting.

Prosecution?

According to the reports,

a rookie cop misidentified

a hostage as the bad guy,

and Fuster killed him before

he had any authorization.

Maybe that's why he took his

time with the rookie in Paris.

I'll let you know

what happens.

Austria, outside Klagenfurt,

south border.

It's time.

The cabin is about

a half kilometer in.

We have a soft perimeter

right now.

Tell your men to find cover.

He's a fierce accurate

long-range shot.

Thanks, mate.

Alexander, come out!

Are you okay, sir?

You are completely

surrounded!

Don't make this--

Tommy, how good is he?

One of the best

I've ever seen. Why?

He could have shot me

both times.

He shot high.

Well, you don't know

that for sure.

Major, I don't think that's...

Alexander!

I am coming out of cover!

Unarmed!

Let's talk!

-Let me know

when you have a shot.

-Yes, Major.

You didn't bring me here

to shoot me

without talking first.

You have something

to say to me.

Come out.

Alexander?

Busybodies like you

ruined my life.

I didn't pull that trigger.

I had no intention

of hurting that hostage,

and Europol knew it.

And they had no authority

to be in Austria,

much less telling me and my men

what I could do.

Europol, Interpol,

and now your ICC...

Leave the local police alone,

can you do that?

The world is getting smaller.

Every day, a bit smaller.

And swallowing people.

Swallowing lives,

swallowing individuality.

I am not losing my identity.

It's growing.

I am a citizen,

not just of France,

but a citizen of Europe,

of the world.

When people realize

that Italian sergeants

and Irish cops are bullying

their sovereign citizens,

and killing people they have

no jurisdiction over,

they will rebel.

No one has to be

killed by anyone.

I have a shot.

Me, too.

I have two snipers of my own,

and right now,

they both have shots.

-Are they good?

-Very.

Because if they can't get

a shot off before I do,

then it's lights out for you.

For both of us.

But the difference is,

I am prepared to die.

I've mailed manifestos

to all the major papers

of Europe.

I've taped videos

for the news networks.

You don't have to die

for your message to be heard.

Your smaller world

is a visual one.

Today, you pretty much do

have to die to make your point.

You made your point...

for nothing.

Michel, we're going to go

with terrorism as well.

Rebecca...

We will not be

prosecuting the sniper.

I'm sorry?

The team...

he made them kill him.

Is Louis all right?

Oh, fine, yeah.

They're on their way back home.

Good.

Famke, Rebecca.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Did the team go home?

-Yeah, yeah,

everybody just left.

Did, um... Anne-Marie's mom,

did she come by today

and get her stuff?

-No.

-No?

She called.

She came all the way

to Amsterdam,

and then she couldn't

face the office.

She said coming here made it

too real, too final.

Shari, my friend

from the carnival,

she... she woke up last night.

-Oh, she did?

-Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

Uh, just didn't find

the time today.

How is she?

The doctors say

that she's better than...

than they'd hoped.

But...?

She wants to know

how long she was unconscious.

I think she really

wants to know what happened.

Fair question.

Yeah. It's the answer

that I don't like.

What's the answer?

Rough stuff happens

to people around me, Louis,

good people.

I'm not crying about it.

It's just true.

I have known you for years.

Nothing bad's happened to me.

I said "good people."

Want me to come with you,

to be your moral support?

No.

Some walks you've got to do

on your own, you know?

Yes. I do know.

But thank you.

Should be for everyone to see.