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Who the hell would have ever expected

the Day of the Dead to be so festive, huh?

You gotta love those Aztecs.

To them, life is a dream,

according to the waiter.

Oh, really? Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where was I when this waiter guy

was imparting all this wisdom upon you?

Sitting beside me, checking out

the bimbolitas at the bar, as usual.

Oh, Lucy, hey, I assure you, my darling, I was not.

I'm teasing, I'm teasing.

Hey, what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.

Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe we should make it happen right now.

You're gonna have to catch me first.

All right.

Lucy!

: You're in trouble.

You are in such trouble.

Oh, man.

Those were good margaritas.

Yes, they were.

Now let's go back to the hotel,

before they render me absolutely useless.

Uh-huh.

Seriously.

This is exactly what we needed.

Watch your hands off me!

Jimmy! No!

No, wait!

No!

Stop, please!

Stop!

Somebody please help!

Somebody!

Help me!

Please! My husband!

Please!

My son-in-law, James,

he and Lucy were supposed to fly back home from Mexico today.

I-I called to see if they needed a lift or anything else.

and as soon as I heard my girl's voice,

I knew something was wrong.

I'm fine.

I think we might stay a few more days.

A few days?

Baby, what's the matter?

You sound terrible.

Is James there?

He's, uh...

Oh, God, Mom.

These men, they took him.

They took James.

What?!

They kidnapped him.

You can't tell anyone, please.

What about the police?

No! No police.

I can't tell them.

They'll kill him.

Look, Mom, promise me, please.

Please.

I did. I-I, I promised her.

but the thought of my girl down there all alone...

And this call was what time?

Well, I wake up early.

Around 7:00, but she hasn't answered her phone since.

Did she mention how much they want?

Uh-uh.

But she and James have money.

I think Jack will want to hear this.

Will you excuse me?

Okay, uh, I'm going to need the name of the hotel,

and all of your daughter's phone numbers,

any information you can give us, okay?

It's, it's so like Lucy to try do this on her own,

but this time... I think she's in over her head.

No, not with our people there.

They love that Yankee dollar down here.

Unlike up north.

What did you say?

Is your Spanish that rusty, Jack?

Why do you think I brought you?

Special Agent Malone?

Mr. Cruz.

Welcome.

That was fast.

Forgive us for not meeting you at the airport.

That's not a problem.

This is Agent Taylor. Que pasa?

¿Pues, aqui no mas, Mexicano?

Cubano.

Ah.

Have you talked to Mrs. Costa yet?

Of course.

We found her here not long after you notified us.

She describes two men and a driver in an old van.

Wearing skolacas, skull mask.

The ransom call came from a pay phone in town.

Fingerprints?

None, but as we discussed, we're putting

a trap and trace on the room line,

and our agents are combing the area for previous offenders.

Nothing personal, but you didn't know

anything about this until we contacted you,

isn't that right, Senor Cruz?

Our office is currently juggling 83 abductions nationwide.

Add that to the 3,000 last year,

and needless to say, we're spread a bit thin.

How's she holding up?

Not good, and not happy when we got involved.

Just wait till she sees you.

Oh, no. No, no.

I don't believe this.

Special Agent Malone from the FBI.

This is Agent Taylor.

They said no police or he'll die.

We're not gonna let that happen.

Do you even have jurisdiction here?

No, senora. They're here as our guests.

But now that we are here,

the odds of your husband's safe return have increased.

They said no police.

Don't you understand?

Yes, we understand that you're

concerned for your husband,

but playing by their rules doesn't guarantee you anything.

What other choice do I have?

You can let us watch your back.

You can also tell us about the kidnapping.

I told him everything.

Which wasn't very much, Senora.

Listen, Mrs. Costa,

we're not going anywhere

so you may as well give us something.

What happened after the kidnapping?

Did you talk to anyone?

Anyone come up and talk to you?

Wouldn't even look at me.

It was a nightmare.

All I could think to do was to run back to the cantina.

Somebody help me!

Senora! What's wrong?

My husband, James.

These men, they took him!

It's okay, it's okay.

They took him.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

I have to do something.

We have to call...

We have to call the police.

No, no, senora, senora, no police, no police.

They don't help you here.

You just wait, okay?

You just wait. What do you mean wait

These men, they will call. They always do.

That is how it works, believe me.

Go back to your hotel and wait for a call.

All right?

Oh, God.

And they did call...

about half an hour later.

Said they'd kill James if I didn't come up with $25,000

by the time they called again.

JACK: Your mother indicated that money wouldn't be an issue.

Do you mind me asking what business you're in?

My husband runs his own tennis academy, private instruction.

He must be good.

He is.

Has the money come?

No.

Not yet. I'm, I'm still waiting

to hear from our accountant.

You'll let us know when it does, right?

In the meantime,

if you need anything...

and, uh,

you'll stay here, right?

Yeah. What else am I gonna do?

You could call your mother.

It sounds like that waiter's in on it.

Not necessarily.

What he told her is hardly inside information.

This is a common crime.

That is generally the way it works.

Like cops being on the take?

Bad apples everywhere, I'm afraid.

Right.

Danny, come on.

Can you show us the cantina?

My men outside will direct you.

I trust you stowed your weapons.

You know you're not authorized to carry firearms in my country.

Are you kidding?

When I talked to your supervisor,

he said it was at your discretion.

Yes, and... nothing personal.

Thank you.

Gracias. De nada.

Do the words "diplomatic courtesy"

mean anything to you?

Bad apples everywhere, Jack.

I know, baby, I know.

I was just scared, that's all,

but as long as they're with you, why not let them help?

Lucy?!

Lu...

Oh. I knew that was coming.

You have to trust me on this, okay?

You're doing the right thing.

But she doesn't deserve this.

Neither of them do.

Not after everything they've been through.

Everything meaning what?

Thank you, Rosa.

Poor James was married before.

He and his first wife

were robbed downtown.

Those bastards shot her three times, right in front of him,

and my girl, when, when she was 12,

she walked in on her father with a hunting rifle in his mouth.

That was his answer to going bankrupt,

leaving his little girl without a daddy,

me without a husband, and both of us without a dime.

El Salvador. Y usted?

Puerto Rico.

Si. Pobre Mr. James.

Gracias.

Yes.

So how long have you been working here?

Since I first come, long time.

Oh. They've been married for how long

But I start with Miss Mary, the first Mrs. Costa.

Mr. James keep me on after, you know...

Well, that means that you're very good at what you do.

And they're very good to me.

Muy bien. Gracias.

That's a lot to overcome.

But they did. They both did.

Lucy fought back.

Oh, public school, state college, all hard work,

nobody gave her anything.

And what about James?

Well, about a month after he lost his wife,

he went to Paris to get away.

And about that same time, Lucy had taken a job at the Louvre.

If she loses James,

I don't know... Um, Mrs...

would you excuse me for one moment?

Sure.

What's up?

You know the maid, Rosa?

She's lying to me.

Because she says that she's from El Salvador,

but her dialect is completely Mexican.

VIVIAN: Rosa Escobar, born Veracruz, Mexico.

Granted a work visa in 1996.

Do you want to take a guess

why she told us El Salvador?

Could be anything.

Green card issues, paranoid of authority...

Or her other job is kidnapping.

Check that out.

In the first wife's murder,

James comes away with a pistol whipping.

Now, not two years later he gets kidnapped,

and Lucy suffers a smack to the face?

Similar MO?

Rosa was the only person in James' universe both times.

Well, that we know of.

What you got on James?

Oh, you mean "Mr. Perfect"?

Vassar grad, Peace Corps, tennis all-American.

Sounds like your bio.

Yeah, right.

Well, make that almost perfect,

because according to their financial records,

that guy's tennis academy would barely breaking even,

if not for the inheritance of his first wife.

Yeah, well, from what Elena says about the house,

we're talking serious coin.

To say the least.

There's almost...

there's over $13 million in assets.

That's...

That's what?

Martin?

Hold on.

Take a look at that.

I was doing the woman a favor.

Many police, they take money from these men

to look the other way.

What men are we talking about?

I don't know them, believe me.

Nobody's talking, Jack.

Because they want to live.

I fear for my family too much

to get involved with this man.

But again... no names?

Like I said, señor... Too scared.

I got it.

Malone.

Listen, Jack, we got a pop here.

$25,000 was wired to a Telepesos office in Puerto Morales

about two hours ago.

Well, there's a shock-- the lady lied.

Lucy? Lucy?

Where is she?

She must have climbed down there.

Did you post somebody down there? Easy...

Why didn't you post somebody down there? Easy, señor.

Jack, Jack.

Lucy just picked up the money at Telepesos.

She asked where La Huerta was and they sent her off in a cab.

I know La Huerta-- vamos.

JACK: We're going with you.

At my discretion.

Which tells me

your white American face doesn't exactly work to our advantage.

Fine, I'll stay here, but he's going with you.

Vamos.

What sort of Cuban name is "Taylor," anyway?

You like to tell jokes?

: I've got a joke for you.

How many Mexican Federales does it take

to keep one American woman in a hotel room?

Why don't you go back to your country

and let us do our jobs?

You know what, if you could do your job,

I would be in my country.

Yeah, but unfortunately I got to come here

to do your job.

Take me!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Lucy!

They still have James. They still have James.

Which way did they go?

Hurry up! Fueren para alla!

: They need more money.

Sit down.

Let me see that hand.

Did you cut yourself?

Open your hand, let me see.

Okay.

VIVIAN : Apparently, Rosa has a son.

Jose Escobar,

born 1981 in Oaxaca.

Is he still there?

Don't know yet.

His trail dried up

after grade school, but I'm trying other databases.

Wait, she's on the phone.

Okay, I'm going to transfer you to the tech room.

Okay.

She's calling a cell phone in Mexico.

VIVIAN: Can you make out what she's saying?

: No, I can't, but I think she's crying.

I'm going to need a few minutes to locate it.

Any chance you can keep her talking?

: I'll try.

Excuse me?

It's okay, don't let me interrupt.

It's...

No, no, it's okay.

You need something?

Something sweet, please.

Good, an apple.

Gracias. Mm-hmm.

Oh, well. Sorry about that.

It's okay.

She makes another call, we'll be ready.

Let me just ask her directly.

No, she's more use to us

if she doesn't think we suspect her.

All right.

Look, when they called, I couldn't wait.

They said to come alone.

Yeah, and how'd that work out for you?

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, I just...

You know what, Lucy?

Time for you to stop messing around-- I need you to think.

Now, these guys, were they still wearing the masks?

Yeah, same as before.

These skulls.

JAMES: Lucy!

Just do what they say!

Please, give them what they want!

It's all there.

Now let my husband go.

I cannot do that, señora.

We want more:

$100,000.

What?

No, no, you can't be serious.

No. No, wait.

Wait, listen!

Look, the FBI is here now.

Quit while you're ahead!

Please, just take the money

and let him go!

Oh, my God!

My, God, please don't hurt him!

Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!

Please!

$100,000, by tomorrow morning, or your man dies.

Why would they do this?

Why?

What about their voices?

Anyone sound familiar?

Like from here or back home?

Back home?

We don't know these people.

What about Rosa Escobar? Does she know them?

Rosa

Please, she's like family.

She lied to one of my agents about being from Mexico.

Look, I barely know what Rosa's saying half the time,

but I know she wouldn't

be mixed up in this.

Okay.

Okay, just call your accountant and get the money here.

Only this time, we're going to handle the drop

if it comes to that.

"If is comes to that?"

It has to, I have to, or they will kill him.

It has to be me.

You know what? One step at a time.

Just call your guy, and this time stay put.

Yes, I just heard from Lucy.

She'll have the additional $100,000

as soon as we're done here.

You got any friends in Mexico, Howard?

Hey, go ahead, check me out.

All I want is James back in one piece.

Well, it's a little late for that.

SAMANTHA: Howard, what can you tell us

about the Costa's maid,

uh... Rosa Escobar.

Well, she's sweet, hard-working, pays her taxes--

I know, I file them.

So you consider her trustworthy?

Well, uh...

Mary hired her-- James's first wife--

and believe me, Mary checked out everyone.

So you handle Mary's finances, too?

Oh, for years.

Great lady, very shrewd.

Not unlike Lucy, actually,

and it's a good thing for James.

How so?

He was a tennis pro at Mary's club.

If they hadn't fallen in love,

I doubt he'd be living in Scarsdale,

put it that way.

So what can you tell us about the inheritance?

It's our understanding

that Mary's family contested the will?

Oh, that was Victoria, Mary's sister.

It was far from her best moment.

Okay, I need you both to sign, here, here, and here.

As long as you're happy, James.

Vicky, don't start.

You got the house, you got the money...

Hell, you even got Rosa.

And now before Mary's body is even cold,

you've got your little French tart already redecorating.

LUCY: Vicky, there's no need for that.

You wanted the vase, I'm only seeing that you get it.

Oh, I get it.

I'm getting the complete picture.

Look, can we not do this, please?

LUCY: I'm sorry.

Vicky, I'm sorry.

I know how awful you must be feeling right now.

You couldn't possibly.

But I do... I've been there.

Look, I feel for you.

We both do.

But just try to let it go.

Well, that was about two months ago.

I'm sorry,

"little French tart?"

Well, because he met Lucy

in Paris, I imagine.

With it coming so soon after Mary died,

Lucy was called worse than that, believe me.

Howard, um, are Victoria and Rosa friendly?

Well, I can't imagine them doing lunch,

not unless one of them was serving it,

and I don't mean Vicky.

Okay, what if Victoria has James kidnapped

because she was left out of the will?

Or she blames him

for the way her sister died.

In which case, maybe it was only

supposed to look like a kidnapping.

Okay, I like where you're going with this.

Here's the thing.

With the abduction rate in Mexico being what it is,

a murder disguised as a kidnapping

might not be that hard to pull off. Mm-hmm.

Let's get Victoria down here.

Yeah.

James?

Kidnapped?

: Are you serious?

Sorry to ruin your night.

Oh, no, it's... it's terrible.

I understand

that you and James weren't on the best of terms.

No. Well, why do you ask that?

According to

police reports, your sister was shot three times.

James only suffered a concussion and was unable to make an I.D.

Yeah, that's true. So, someone got away

with murder and Mary's $60,000 necklace.

Oh, like I would care about the necklace...

While James managed to keep his Rolex watch, didn't he?

And I was just imagining that would have you wondering.

Are you suggesting

that James had something to do with Mary's death?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm simply asking what you think.

Well, it's ridiculous.

James is a sweetheart.

He loved Mary.

You fought him on her will, didn't you?

Not him.

Her. Lucy.

Just eight months after my sister was killed,

and that woman is gonna be living in Mary's house,

spending her money.

Sounds like you're not quite over this.

It comes, and it goes.

But James...

I mean, you would have had to have seen him at the funeral.

He was destroyed, and I think that's why it was so easy

for Lucy to swoop in on him.

And a lot of good she's done him, apparently.

Excuse me.

Have you got a sec?

Sure. Stay here, please.

What's up?

So, you ready for this?

Payroll records from James' and Mary's country club.

Lucy used to work there.

What? Yeah, for six months.

And she quit just three weeks before Mary was killed

to pursue a job in Paris.

And look, it gets even better.

She was Director of Member Relations.

Yeah, I'll bet she was. That would explain

them hooking up so soon after the first wife's death.

Because they'd hooked up so many times before.

Yeah.

Hey, Special Agent Casanova, what are you doing?

This is Maritsa.

This is Jack.

She took the-the Costas to the cantina last night.

You see something?

She doesn't speak English.

So?

Well, apparently, she dropped the Costas off,

and then she took a shortcut behind the cantina.

So, she's sure it's the waiter?

Yeah.

DANNY: Manuel, you were seen taking money from somebody, all right?

So, stop the lies.

Okay, I admit it.

These guys pay me to get the man drunk.

Just drunk?

Maybe...

It's over the counter quaaludes.

It's a legal medication down here.

Not if the guy didn't ask for it.

I fear too much for my life, man, okay?

That line is really starting to piss me off.

Eh?

Eh?

Franco.

: el Franco.

One of the guys--

his name is Franco Calone.

Never heard of him.

He's bad.

He's very bad.

He works here sometimes.

Where does he live?

DANNY: Is that Franco?

No.

The waiter described a man.

This is a boy.

A few pesos, but no ID.

My guess is it's Jose Escobar.

Who?

The maid's son.

My Jose would not hurt Mr. James.

But he was there.

There's no denying that.

He's got a criminal record.

He's done jail time.

Not for kidnap.

He's sweet, my Jose.

Is not like him to do this.

Okay, Rosa, that's why you lie to me about where you were from?

And you call his cell phone this afternoon,

because it's not like him?

I don't know. I was scared.

Not to mention the calls you made before the Costas left.

Surely you mentioned the fact that the people

in the photo he had on him were coming.

Only after Miss Lucy asked me to.

She asked you to?

It was about three weeks ago.

Look at them, not too obvious.

Oh, Miss Lucy, not Chloe.

Mr. James teach her since she is little.

She's a nice young girl.

Young, yes.

And Mr. James loves you so much.

I don't see him this happy since Miss Mary was alive.

Is that right?

I know this.

You don't worry.

How's your family, Rosa?

My family?

Yes, your son. Juan, isn't it?

Jose. Doing better.

That's right.

In Mexico, legal trouble, jail.

He's out now, looking for work.

It's not easy.

I send him money when I can.

You know, maybe we can help with that.

As luck would have it,

James has booked us a vacation in Puerto Moralos.

That is near Jose, half hour.

You think he'd be interested in playing tour guide for a day?

We'd gladly pay for his time.

Oh, Miss Lucy, that would be so good, and you will love Jose.

That's why I called before trip.

Not for kidnap.

For Jose to take them on a tour.

I give them his number.

Do you know if they called it?

Did Jose talk to them?

Did he see them? I don't know.

And that's why I called this morning,

but he never answered. He...

So, either you or James called Jose to get together.

We never got around to it.

God, poor Rosa.

She must be devastated.

And he never called you, either?

Don't you think I'd tell you if he had?

JACK: His cell phone shows that

there were three calls received

from courtesy phones around the hotel.

What do you mean?

You're telling me it's an employee here?

That is one possibility, yeah.

Look, we... No, no,

you look. I don't know what you guys are after,

but none of it seems to be getting James back.

And if these bastards can kill one of their own, kill Jose...

Oh, God.

Just back off, all of you.

Okay, so let's say

James and Lucy are having a typical affair.

Is there such a thing?

Sure. Lucy gets fed up,

dumps him, takes the job in Paris, okay?

But James can't live without Lucy,

can't live without Mary's money, either.

So, he arranges her murder?

And gets the best of both worlds--

the money and the mistress.

Mm. Oh, here we go-- Mary's prenup.

I'm surprised James signed one.

Well, the accountant did say she was shrewd.

Let's see. Okay.

Mary and James are divorced-- James gets a half a million.

And if Mary dies...

He gets it all. So does Lucy.

You think Lucy helped him plan killing his wife?

VIVIAN: She might have done more than that.

That whole jealousy angle the maid gave us last night

got me chasing a little deep background into Lucy.

Seems as a college junior, she was suspended, and only

reinstated after completing a summer of anger counseling.

Hmm. Did it say for what?

Couldn't find that, but local

PD archives show two restraining orders--

one filed by her ex-boyfriend,

and the other, by his new girlfriend.

Sounds like she's got some serious issues.

Yeah, I wonder what her issues were with Mary.

Well, I'd say James, for one.

Yeah.

You don't trust Mexican banks?

These guys want $100,000.

I won't have James die because some flunky shorted me 20 bucks.

You've been burned before.

Like you'll never know.

I think I do.

Oh, really?

You think so?

When I was 16...

I found my mother pretty much the way you found your dad.

It's not often that you meet somebody

that's walked in your shoes.

You know, I appreciate everything you've done, Jack.

Really.

But I have to do this alone, and I will.

You think I'm just angling?

You think I'd pull out my dead mother just to play nice?

I didn't say that.

So what about you?

Let's not.

Let's.

I think I can guess most of it anyway.

Young girl loses her father like that,

how can life ever be the same?

Your mother moves you out of the big house,

away from the mortgage

and the painful memories, into a crappy little apartment

that's a long way from your private school friends.

The bitch of it is, the kids at the public school

think you're a snob.

Where does that leave you?

You put a wall up, you put your head down,

and you work your ass off just to show those bastards

that you don't need any of them.

Not that you didn't need James, of course.

I still do.

Where'd you meet?

You tell me.

You know everything.

Paris.

You were working at the Louvre.

He was there getting over his wife.

You ever meet Mary?

Of course not.

She was dead by then.

Actually... I had met Mary months before-- briefly.

I worked at her country club a short time.

James and I were on our second date before we even realized it.

Small world.

Isn't it?

Okay, this is all I could find, but I think it'll work.

LUCY: Hello? Yes.

Yes.

Is he okay?

Yeah, same place. Okay.

Alone.

Yes, yeah, I know, I know.

Look, please, don't hurt him.

I have all the money here. Please.

Hello

How'd he get your cell phone number?

Didn't he call the hotel room last time?

I don't know, maybe James gave them my number.

Yeah, maybe.

We'll give you a ride.

I can call another cab.

Lucy, we should go with you.

You have no jurisdiction.

You can't force yourselves on me.

Just as you can't stop us from going.

Why don't you take the ride?

We're not going to interfere.

Fine.

DANNY: You know, Lucy,

as long as they get the money, I don't think

they're really gonna care who makes the drop, so...

I disagree. Okay, well,

will you at least wear a wire?

And if they search me and find it, then what?

Idiot.

You know, I'm not gonna let you do it.

You have no jurisdiction.

That's why you chose Mexico in the first place, isn't it?

Excuse me?

What better place to stage a botched kidnapping

than the kidnap capital of the world.

Stop the car. You're not gonna let

your husband dump you and spend all his money

on some little tennis chippy, right?

Stop the car!

At least with Mary you used professionals.

You really screwed up this time.

Using a bunch of Mexican ex-cons that you can't control.

Stay away from me.

You should never have taken that phone call from your mother.

It's a hell of a decision, isn't it?

Do you not tell her and run the risk of suspicion down the line?

Or tell her and hope that even if she blabs,

you got enough time to pull it off?

Let go of me.

If you got nothing to hide, if you got nothing to fear,

let us make the drop.

Wish me luck.

Like you need it.

I thought you had her.

I still do.

Hey, Danny, come over here.

Yeah?

You see that ridge?

Mm-hmm.

You think you can get down there

without being seen?

You bet your ass. Then go for it.

In that case,

you might be needing these.

DANNY: I'm going.

Thanks.

Looks like we got company.

Could be Franco.

Something doesn't feel right.

You lucky bitch.

LUCY: You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

James?

Okay, Danny.

Come on in.

Was that your guy?

Yeah.

Did he catch them?

Mm-hmm.

What about James? Is he okay? Tell me.

Unfortunately, he's dead.

See, told you.

But you had to interfere.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

It's okay, you can keep your bag.

I just want this.

What is that?

We wired you anyway.

JACK: Although now it seems pointless.

I want to go back to the hotel.

Maybe we should listen to this.

Just for fun, what do you say?

Knock yourself out.

MAN: Did you bring the money?

LUCY: It's all there. Do what you said you'd do.

LUCY: Do it.

What did you expect to hear?

I don't know.

Something about you asking them

to cut one of your husband's fingers off.

Lucy, don't do this, please!

I'm not leaving you! You're crazy!

It's all here. Now get it over with.

We cannot do that, señora.

What? We want more.

No, no, no.

$100,000. We had a deal!

Look... look, the FBI is here now.

Quit while you're ahead.

They're tapping the room phone.

Where's Jose?

Jose is no more.

You deal with us now.

$100,000 or your man goes free, and he's not happy.

Okay, okay.

But I'll need proof for the feds.

They need to know this is real.

Proof like what?

A finger.

Give me his finger.

Come on!

No, no, no!

Sound familiar?

You have quite an imagination.

Lady, even I couldn't make this stuff up.

James?

Surprise.

You killed Mary.

You killed her.

She killed Mary.

She killed Mary.

Yeah, I know she did.

Officer Cruz,

you can hold her until we can get her extradited.

Although, James,

you could have her do time here, if you wanted.

It's your call.

What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.

Done deal.

All right, thanks.

So the hospital wants to keep James overnight,

and the earliest flight out of here

isn't till tomorrow afternoon.

Is that a bad thing?

No.

Good, 'cause I could do with a nap.

Right on a couple of lounge chairs by the pool.

Now you're talking, Chicho.