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- Jesus Christ. Shit. - Alvin?

Shit.

Alvin?

You gonna tell me what happened?

Just-- Mr. Shell Gordon's found out

I ain't turn in some fews and twos, and--

Ain't your gambling bad enough?

Now you thieving other people's bets?

Merva, I paid him.

Don't lie to me.

I paid him.

Your trumpet?

I swear to God, Alvin, if you don't stop working for that man

and get your horn back, I will leave this house and take Cleo with me.

Baby?

Baby? Merva?

Merva, come on, now.

Where you got $10 from?

Been saving it all year from my runs with Charlie.

Oh, no, no.

You know your old man don't take no handouts, right?

This ain't a handout.

You gotta work for it.

Excuse me?

I've got to work?

- Yes. Come on. - Okay, Miss Sherwood.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my honor to introduce to you the one and only,

- Cleo Sherwood. - Thank you.

And accompanying her, the human trumpet,

Alvin Sherwood.

Kiss me each morning

For a million years

Hold me each evening by your side

Tell me you'll love me...

This is Wallace White with a special late breaking news report.

It was just after 10:30 last night

that an assassination attempt was made on Councilwoman Myrtle Summer's life,

shocking all of Baltimore.

The would-be killers are still at large. The police are looking for...

Ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho.

- Hello? - Reggie, it's me, Cleo.

What's going down?

You know what the fuck is going down.

Myrtle Summer's down.

News said she barely got her leg scraped.

And I don't know nothing about it. Neither do you.

They made me drive 'em.

You understand?

Anyone know you were there?

Yeah, Carol the pigeon.

And the two other motherfuckers he brought with him.

The nigga pulled up in a red convertible, Reggie.

- Excuse me. - He did what?

- Excuse me. - One minute!

I'ma take this up with Shell.

I wouldn't do that, Cleo.

Mind my words. You asked for this, remember?

You wanted to earn Mr. Gordon's trust.

Now you got to show him he made no mistake.

Or did he?

He ain't make no mistake.

Don't you bring his name into this, Cleo.

Stay low and go about your business till this shit blows over.

You ain't working this week.

- Excuse me. - All right!

God.

Hurry up, Cleo. We've been waiting on you.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - Oh, my goodness.

All right. Here you are.

- Hey, let's check out these birds. - Yeah.

Hey.

Ho, ho, ho.

I didn't expect it to hurt so much.

Don't you people have a rule against tattoos and piercing your ears?

Yeah, we're not supposed to deface our bodies

so that we don't disrespect the divine within.

I thought it was to keep the devil out.

No, the devil prefers other holes.

It didn't go in all the way. I'm gonna have to put it in by hand.

Your writing dreams ruined your life.

Now you wanted those same dreams to rewrite it.

But why did you need to drag my dead body into it?

I was safe at the bottom of that fountain.

Good morning, ma'am. How can I help you?

Good morning. I'm--

I'm here to see Bob Bauer.

Is he expecting you?

He'll be glad to see me.

And your name is?

Maddie Schwartz.

Please wait over there.

Mr. Bauer. There's a girl here to see you.

Her name's Maddie Schwartz, but I don't think she's anybody.

Mrs. Schwartz, last desk on the right.

How can I help you, Mrs. Schwartz?

Looks like I'm the one who helped you.

Thanks.

Anything else?

Yes.

- I read in your paper... - Help yourself.

...that a Black man with a bruised eye

was spotted chatting up Tessie Durst at the fish store.

Come on. Says Stephan Zawadzkie's mother.

Well, maybe I could go speak to her, mother-to-mother,

and see if there's more to the story.

You know, if we thought a mother would help,

we would send Edna, 'cause she's like a mother to us all.

Isn't that right?

Send one of your cockless babies. I got some work to do.

It sounds like you still need me.

Let me understand this, Mrs. Schwartz--

It's Maddie.

You want to just waltz into a serious place of business

that employs skilled and experienced people

and start working on stories.

And your only qualification is being a mother?

Your name is on that paper

because I gave you a good lead that got you a scoop.

No, you deflected me,

and I had the skill and experience to turn that deflection to my advantage.

In my book, that still means you owe me one, Mr. Bauer.

Bob. No, I am in the news business, not the handing-out-favors business,

which is what you're asking me to do.

I have writing experience.

In your poetry club or your school newspaper?

Did you bring a résumé?

You know, I'd show you to the door, Maddie.

But believe it or not, I'm a busy man.

Gladys, who'd I hang up on?

Are you drunk or in jail?

Thank you so very much for your time.

Dear Stephan,

I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.

I want you to know that some of us are sympathetic to your situation.

My name is Maddie, and I'm the one who found Tessie in the lake.

We're live with Myrtle Summer

for her first statement after being released from the hospital.

Yesterday, an attempt to murder me took place outside my home.

I was shot in my foot,

but I'm standing on it today

to reaffirm my commitment to this election.

My campaign, my supporters

and the people of this city will not be shot down.

I was the first to see her dead.

They say you were the last to see her alive.

Which makes me feel we are connected in some way.

A feeling I thought you might share.

Our police will find these cowardly men.

Operator, can I please have the address

for the Clifton T. Perkins Psychiatric Hospital?

Could I make you a little offer?

Let's hear it.

I see you have a phone behind the bar.

If I paid you a nickel for each message, would you take calls for me?

A quarter, and I will consider it.

Could you answer without mentioning that it's The Silver Dollar?

Would you like me to wear a tie too, ma'am?

It's just until I get a phone in my own apartment.

You live here?

It takes a while for that on this block.

I actually live in this building.

Well then, 30 cents and you've got yourself a deal, neighbor.

Man, every morning. A minute to warm my hands up.

You just gotta hold him tight like this.

See, he gonna try to take you in to the stables.

So you gotta--

Take it off like that and grab it from the top.

And pull.

And take it all out back 'cause you don't wanna drag it.

- This stuff-- - Hey, now.

Long night?

Doing here, pig brother?

There ain't nothing bad going on here.

You better watch that mouth of yours, Teeth.

It's all right. Let him play tough in front of his boy.

June, how's tricks?

- Okay. - Flowers still got powers?

Come on, man. What's that you got with us?

You know the ACD don't like seeing the horses live like this, boy.

Come on, brotherman.

So now it's brotherman, huh?

Let us take care of the ACD.

And how about you run word through all the stables in town

and have they mouth on who tried to do Myrtle Summer last night?

I know you arabbers heard all the stories.

Man, I don't know no damn stories.

Sure you do.

Like one about a fella who tried to get a load of buckshot out his backside

without going to a hospital.

Man, I might have heard something

about some horse doctor pulling some shot out some fool's ass.

Fool got a name?

Mr. Gordon?

Slappy says you asked him to host tonight. Is that so?

Mr. Gordon.

You ain't come here to talk about no damn Slappy Johnson.

I fucked up hiring those clowns.

No one else wanted to do the job unless I brought your name in.

You know why I asked you not to do it yourself?

Because you love me like a son.

I love you like a son.

That's right.

And I ain't want it on your hands, and I didn't want it on your heart.

But now, Myrtle saw their faces.

Them boys saw you when you made the drop.

Don't matter none.

I'll go and jump off a bridge before I ever said a word to do you any harm.

I know.

But it'd break my heart to see you fall.

Stop the trolley!

Stop the trolley!

Stop the trolley! Stop it! Stop the trolley, please!

- Stop the car. - Help! Somebody!

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Stop--

Lionel.

Baby, let me see. Can I see your eyes?

Why?

Open your eyes, baby. Let me see.

Ma?

Can I go back to sleep?

I know.

Yeah, what?

What?

His eyes.

Let me see.

Now, I know you don't see steady with me on much.

The doctors have done everything they can do for him.

It's time for you to let me call the reverend, Cleo.

Lord, oh, Lord, we ask for your deliverance.

Your son, Lionel, is innocent of his family's blood.

Lord, shine your light on this family.

Let the burden they bear flow down that river of blood.

Repeat after me.

Our Father...

Our healer...

- Our Father... - Our Father...

Our savior...

- Our savior... - Our savior...

Amen.

What you did over there,

will it help my boy with anything other than hope?

Sickle cell has no cure, Eunetta. You know that.

But you still have the power to save him.

How do I do it?

Show the Lord your devotion to his ministry.

Tithe.

Donate to his church and sow a seed from which a miracle can grow.

How much does the Lord need?

The Lord does not need.

The Lord is complete.

And his love for your son is without limit.

The question is, how much is your son's life worth to you?

What are you willing to sacrifice?

You see yourself out, Reverend.

Eunetta?

I looked to the politician for deliverance.

I looked to the pimp for protection.

I looked to the preacher for salvation.

But in the end. I was on my own.

I was sinking, Maddie.

And all I could think was that I deserved to drown.

I had a dream tonight.

Yeah?

The whole city was burnt up.

Streetcars dead, locked up.

Then I saw a lamb...

"Loss of happiness followed by wealth."

"221."

Pretty good-looking number, if you ask me.

All right, $10 on 221.

If I win, I get my trumpet back...

Everybody in my family had guns.

My mama had three. People would give them to her.

And she do! People just give them to her.

What is you doing?

I told you to lay low tonight. You're not working.

It's Dora's last night.

Let a girl have some fun.

Rich people get land.

Poor people inherit guns and cast-iron skillets. I don't cook.

Can I get a vodka martini with one of those pretty green olives in it?

You're drinking now?

"That's a nice watch." And you like, "You like this watch?

My grandfather died and left me this watch."

And I'm thinking, "Damn, mine just left me a gun."

"Give me your motherfucking watch!"

So speaking of smoking guns, ladies and gentlemen,

- the next person onto this stage... - Cleo.

...is a smoking gun that needs no introduction.

Needed that.

This is her last week performing here at the Pharaoh

because she's leaving y'all Black asses and going to Paris.

A loud round of applause right now. Give it up for Dora Carter!

There you go!

Thank you, Slappy.

Y'all know I let it all hang out.

I got some real good friends who've been with me through thick and thin,

but tonight I wanna see y'all dance.

Now, this how I want you to remember Dora.

Hit it, baby.

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

See-line woman Dressed in red

She drink coffee

See-line woman She drink tea

She drink coffee And then go home

See-line woman

See-line woman Dressed in green

Wears silk stockings With golden seams

See-line woman

See-line woman Dressed in red

Make a man Lose his head

See-line woman

See-line woman Black dress on

For a thousand dollars She wail and moan

See-line woman

See-line woman Wiggle, wiggle

Purr like a cat Wink at a man

And he wink back

See-line woman

Empty his pockets And wreck his day

Make him love her And she'll fly away

Woman, hey

Have I done something wrong, Officer?

Woman, hey

See-line woman

Empty his pockets And she wreck his days

And she make him love her

Then she sure fly away

Fly

Fly

She sure will fly

I'm sorry, I ain't get much sleep last night.

But don't worry, your boy Reggie will clean it up for you.

Right, Reggie?

All right, come on, Leo. That's enough twirling. All right.

You done twirled enough.

- What's your problem, man? - Get off of me.

My problem is you got your hands all over my wife.

- Hey, man. - Come on, it's time to go.

See you, Reggie.

The hell going on?

She fly away

You jealous.

He was what? He was probably about 23, but he was into me.

See-line woman See-line

Dressed in red See-line

Make a man Lose his head

See-line wo--

Purr like a cat

Wink at a man And he wink--

Oh, buddy, buddy, buddy.

Boy, right. Let's go.

What did you tell Shell?

You hear me, Leo? What the fuck you tell Shell?

Come on, dance with me.

Why're you so uptight?

Be like me.

Come on.

- What the fuck's wrong with you? - Come on, dance with me.

Spin me, come on.

- I'm asking you a question. - I'll tell you if you spin me.

What did Shell say?

Give me a blanket. Leave me alone.

Give me a blanket. Come on, Slap.

Go to the back.

I'll take the couch.

Cool off!

Baby?

It's okay.

What did he do, baby?

Come on. Fuck me, Slap. Come on, please.

- No. - Come on, Slap. Fuck me, please.

- Please, Slap. - Baby, no, not like this.

Tell me what's going on, baby.

No.

Tell me, what happened?

Did Shell get you in trouble?

What did you do?

Who cares what happened with Shell?

What does it matter, if our son's gonna die?

We've been knowing this, Cleo.

It's okay.

- No. I let myself hope. - Cleo, it's okay.

I feel so ashamed.

Don't feel ashamed. Why?

It's good to have hope.

I saw the Prophet today.

He said there was nothing he could do.

Nothing he could do.

But take my money.

We'll find another doctor or something.

We?

There ain't no "we."

It's just you and your fucking dreams.

Don't say that to me.

Don't blame me for having dreams...

just 'cause you let yours go.

You want me to dream and I can't even breathe?

- Sorry. I'm sorry. - Slap, I can't even--

- I can't even breathe. - Leo, I'm here.

I'm here. Hey.

I'm here with you. I'm sorry.

Please, Leo, you're starting to scare me, Leo.

Leo?

Hey, let's not fight.

Please, baby.

Let's not fight. Okay?

Oh, God.

I know. Mother of the year.

Are you chewing gum?

I'm sorry.

I woke up late and then my hubcaps got stolen.

Well, at the Bottom?

How unexpected.

You should really come visit me. It's gotten a lot nicer.

No. Thanks.

Wow. It's packed.

Yeah. Some mothers are worried about their sons getting into college,

so don't get drafted to Vietnam.

I don't think education is a draft-avoidance tactic.

Here you go.

I hope that, you know, if you care so much,

you should be out in the streets, protesting.

I got an idea.

Why don't you protest in the streets?

All I'm saying is, I'd love for you to be passionate about something.

Well, listen, I got activism coming out of my ass.

- But you know what I am passionate about? - What?

You not lecturing me for five fucking minutes.

You missed our exit.

We're not going home.

Stay in the car if you want.

...once the horses hit the mud.

So what do we do now?

Gotta get those house calls before the five o'clock race.

That's right, boy. That's right.

Fucking hands off me, you fruity motherfucker.

That's Officer Davis to you, Sponge.

Still got buckshot in your ass?

- What the fuck! - Let me pull some of it out.

And I'll have Officer Davis drag that evidence he holding

all the way down to that station

and we gonna tell 'em it was your plan to assassinate Senator Summer.

- You understand, son? - Man, I don't know shit about--

Shit and we both know you ain't got the brains for that, Sponge.

- So tell us who set you to it! - Okay. It was a woman.

- A woman. Who was she? - I don't know, man-- Shit.

I swear. I fucking swear, I don't-- She was Black.

- I'ma need more than Black, nigga. - She was fine.

Had a nice powder-blue coat on.

Must have cost a pretty penny.

Want some tea?

No, thanks.

You can sit down, you know.

It's not much, but it's where I live now.

I've got my little bed, my little kitchen...

Yeah, I can see that, Mom.

Don't do it.

- I don't know what Milton would say. - You mean Dad?

- Gonna start calling him Milton now? - Well, it's his name.

Is it really so terrible here?

It smells weird.

It smells different.

If you stay here more often, maybe it'll start smelling like you.

You'll get used to it, and maybe it'll start smelling like home.

It'll never smell like home, because Dad isn't here.

Would you like me to spray his Floris No.89?

You know Milton started wearing that when you were four

and he read that James Bond uses it?

You don't have to be boring like him, Seth.

- Dad's not boring. - You can--

- You're the one who's fucking boring. - Be open to new smells. New experiences.

Having some kind of phony adventure in Negro town.

I can't believe you left us for this shit.

I didn't leave you.

I love you.

I want to spend time with you, but you insist on staying with Milton.

Mom, stop calling him that.

You're so selfish.

You are so selfish.

- You can-- Me, selfish? - You're not a kid anymore.

I'm going through something

and all you care about is your own comfort. Just like Milton.

You're both the same. I can't understand why.

- Why? Why don't you understand? - I don't know.

- What's so hard to understand about it? - I never understood it. I nev--

- Why can't you understand it? - Seth, enough.

- No, just tell me. - Enough!

- What don't you understand about me? - Just stop-- Forget--

Why? Tell me, what don't you understand about it?

He's not your father!

I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry.

I can't believe I just said that.

I'm--

I didn't--

I was just angry.

I just want you to know who you can become

and everything you can be.

I'm sorry. I--

What, someone like that guy that you slept with,

whose name you didn't even bother to write in your diary?

You read my diaries?

You just left them in your closet without a lock or anything.

I mean, if you didn't want anyone to read them you could've put them

- somewhere harder to f-- - When?

When? When did you read them?

The day before my Bar Mitzvah.

I thought--

I thought God was testing me or something. I--

I wanted to tear those pages out so Dad wouldn't find them,

but then you'd know I read them. So I couldn't do that.

So I've just been living with the--

Just gotten used to being scared that Dad will find out and leave and--

I'm so sorry.

And then you fucking left...

You fucking left.

You're calling me selfish?

I didn't--

I don't know who I am.

And I don't know who my real father is. And I--

And I don't care because I have a dad.

Of course.

You can call him Milton all you fucking want, but he's my dad.

- Okay. - He's the only father that I need.

That's fair.

So, can I please go home now?

When a woman finally goes into the attic of her life

and finds lost lies,

misplaced memories, broken promises,

she realizes how dangerous she was to those around her

who believed she knew herself.

Miss Cleopatra.

I gotta say, it's nice to see you when you ain't half hid behind that bar.

- What do you want, Officer Platt? - All right, well--

Cleo, is everything all right over there?

Yes. It'd be just a second. This is a friend of mine, Miss Jean.

Hey, Miss Jean.

I found me one of those clowns who tried to kill Mrs. Summer.

He couldn't tell me who hired him, but he knew who made the drop-off.

Said you drove the car too, Cleo.

I don't know what you're talking about, Officer Platt.

Then we can meet up at the Pharaoh.

We can have this conversation in front of Mr. Gordon, shall we?

Or you can help me and I can keep your name out of this as long as I can.

You a loose end, okay? We both know that.

And I can't do nothing about that, but I can buy you some time.

Do you understand?

Red Buick Skylark.

BM-8488.

BM-8488.

- Thank you, Cleo. - Officer Platt?

What happens when that time runs out?

We both know who sent you, Cleo.

You come on in and you tell us about it, and we'll make sure no harm comes to you.

- Us? - Yeah.

- The police? - Yes.

Same police sends your partner to collect a fat envelope every week?

I don't know what you're talking about, Cleo,

but thank you for the information.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Bye, Miss Jean. Thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Schwartz.

What is it now? I have had a long day.

I wrote Stephan Zawadzkie a letter.

Congratulations.

He wrote me back.

That's a story.

"Housewife in Pikesville finds a new pen pal."

- I'll get right to it. - Fine.

I'll take it to The Beacon or The Sun.

They'll probably find a better headline for it as well.

Don't. Hey, hey, hey.

Okay, it's a story.

My byline on it.

You help research and flesh it out, you get credited as contributor.

Best I can do.

I want an advance.

Okay.

Maddie.

You remember Officer Bosko.

- Call me Johnny. - Officer, everything all right?

That's the problem with these uniforms.

The minute people see you, they assume something must be wrong.

Just making my rounds.

How are you, Ms. Schwartz?

I couldn't be better.

Yeah?

'Cause Judith had mentioned something about your apartment getting robbed

a few weeks back.

That's all been taken care of. You don't need to worry about that.

You have much bigger fish to fry, I'm sure.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Oh, gosh. These earrings.

- You have anything to disinfect or-- - Yep.

I got my ears pierced recently and it just won't let up.

Goodness.

Well, ladies, will leave you to your burning ears.

That is certainly above my pay grade.

Have a good day, Officer.

You as well, Ms. Schwartz.

Judith.

He was asking you out, wasn't he?

I think it's just like a weird little plot to get to you.

No, please.

I think that divine within is infected.

However...

it has provided the rent

courtesy of an advance check from The Baltimore Star.

Maddie.

All right.

I'm proud of you, Maddie.

Jealous, but proud.

Come on. You see me. You can smile.

You just mad your mama still got it.

Surprised you ain't out running numbers.

I'm kidding. I'm sorry.

You ever met anybody hit it big playing the numbers?

- Who? - You.

Yeah. I guess Charlie tell you everything, huh?

I had my daddy put all my money on a dream I'd had,

and I won.

Yeah, but he left with all of it.

He did.

I still love my daddy.

I need your help, Teddy.

I'ma gonna play numbers one last time, but you can't tell Old Charlie.

I need you to tell me about some of the people who bet with you.

Okay.

He never missed a bet.

I mean, like, he would always be there on time all...

- Who is it? - It's Cleo.

Fuck you, Cleo.

I'm coming in.

That fucking needle-dick motherfucker Clarence gave you a motherfucking key?

That's a lot of adjectives for a short question.

Keep it.

Getting the fuck outta here anyhow.

Then what the hell are you getting high for, Dora?

Just a little goodbye present from Shell.

Dora, I need you to stay with me right now.

I need your help.

I called Reggie, and he's on his way--

Baby.

She fine, Reggie. Leave it be.

Does this look like a woman that's all right to you?

Cut the shit, Reggie.

If you really ain't like seeing her like this, you'd tell your boss.

He keep her like this for you, don't he?

- Mind how you speak to me, Cleo. - She's stuck. She can't leave.

Here, ready to do a dance for you whenever you want her to--

I said watch your mouth, Cleo!

He doesn't know, does he?

What?

That you sent me with the envelope.

He had no idea what I was talking about when I told him you'll clean his mess.

Did he?

I didn't think so!

- Why'd you send me, Reggie? - Trying to--

Trying to keep the heat off of me, Cleo.

- I had to. - God.

If I go down, Reggie,

you're coming with me.

You understand?

Or you can help keep us both from drowning.

What do you want?

I saw the red books.

I know Shell runs a rig on the scoreboard at Pimlico

to make sure the race bets end at 315

when the whole town is betting on Santa's birthday.

I saw your signature on the ledger.

You know the number he gives 'em.

You give me that number, I place a bet, it can't be tied back to either of us.

And then I disappear.

Disappear?

What about your kids? You just gonna leave your boys?

Now you're worried about my kids, Reggie?

At 600-to-1 odds, that's 30,000 on a $50 bet, and I--

Reggie, I kick 10% of that back to you.

Uh-uh, all right? I'm not taking it.

- 'Cause you're Gordon's boy, huh? - Back up off me, Cleo!

What the hell y'all doing?

Dora, baby, listen.

Look at Reggie. Look at Reggie.

See, right about now, he's thinking his life might be easier

if he got rid of me.

- What you mean get rid of-- - Dora,

Reggie might wanna kill me.

So if I come up dead, I want you to know who did it.

No. Reggie, why you--

Unless you want to kill us both.

What's wrong with her--

Reggie, you get me that number.

Come on.

Hey, there he is.

Bauer. Come in.

Dr. Kornblatt, this is Marjorie Schwartz.

- Madeline. - Sorry. Madeline Schwartz.

And I prefer my maiden name, Morgenstern.

Okay, that's news to me. This is Madeline Morgenstern.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Morning Star. Did you know I spoke German?

I'm not surprised at anything you do.

This is Dr. Kornblatt. He is the ME.

- Did you show her my wall? - Sorry.

No, slipped my mind. On the way out.

Doc here is from LA,

and he did the autopsies for George Reeves,

- Thelma Todd, Marilyn Monroe... - Wow.

Well, everyone is the same on the inside.

So I hear.

Dr. Kornblatt, was there anything unusual or--

Hey, anything that you might have noticed about the Durst girl

that the rags missed or...

The gravel I found brought her killer in. I noticed that.

Was there anything else?

Help me out, Doc.

For you, Bauer, I do believe there was something.

What you got?

Gravel wasn't the only thing under her fingernails.

I found some skin cells,

which means she put up a fight when he attempted to rape her.

Attempted to rape her?

There was some bruising between her legs,

but the hymen wasn't broken.

Police know about it, but the girl's family went through enough,

and it wasn't the cause of death, so...

Was it Zawadzkie's skin that was under her nails?

Couldn't tell you. He didn't have any scratches.

So it could have been someone else.

I just carve them up. You tell their stories.

But I don't see why not.

Hello, Cedrick.

Good evening.

And we're closed, Ms. Teaberry.

Can I just get my messages, please?

Actually, yes.

There was one from your mother.

Sounds like a lovely woman.

And one from the psychiatric hospital.

Hello, I'm calling on behalf of The Baltimore Star,

returning a call for Dr. McKenzie.

Hold on. I'll transfer.

- Mrs. Schwartz? - No, it's Morg--

Yes, this is she.

I was calling regarding the letter you sent to Stephan Zawadzkie.

- We think it might be helpful if-- - Yes?

He's asking to meet with you.

Zawadzkie.

Stephan.

I'm Madeline.