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[mysterious orchestral music]

[gong crashes]

- 1,000 years ago, at sunset,

a wise and elegant judge
returned home from court

to dine with his young
wife in their summer house

by the sea.

His steward, a sober
and serious man,

met him at the door and said,

"I went to put away your
winter robes in the old

"cedar wood trunk, sir, and
found your wife had locked it.

"I believe there is
a man inside it."

[tense percussive music]

[sitar music]

Not wishing to contradict
the servant he trusted most,

the judge confronted his
wife and asked her why

she would not let
him open the trunk.

"Don't you trust me to
manage our home as I please?"

she replied.

The judge feared the worst
but decided to face up to it,

so he sent his servant
away and asked his wife

to give him the key.

Perhaps the trunk held a thief.

Or did it contain a lover?

Or another woman, even?

Or nothing at all.

[percussive sitar music]

Holding the key in his
hand, the judge considered

the trunk through the
long hours of the night.

At dawn, he summoned
the strongest members
of his entourage

and told them, "This trunk is
a curse upon our household."

He instructed them to
take the trunk to a field,

some way from the summer
house, and there they dug

a deep pit and
buried it, unopened.

Later that day, the judge
went to a high cliff

and threw the key
into the ocean.

[epic orchestral music]

[mysterious music]

For 1,000 years, these
eyes have been hidden

in the blackness of time.

That is to say,
1,000 of your years.

But on certain occasions,

I have been able to
revisit the scenes of

my own brief
existence and observe

once again, the endless
struggle of the sexes.

I have always felt a certain
sympathy for the more

bizarre aspects
of human behavior.

Due, no doubt, to the
peculiar circumstances

under which I departed
from that struggle.

But who could have
predicted the extremities

to which mankind, and more
particularly, womankind would go

in the pursuit of, shall
we say, satisfaction.

Nevertheless, I find
upon my periodic visits

to the battlefield that
the basic strategies

in this long fought campaign
have altered little.

This young lady, for example,

whilst the clothes
she's removing are
unbecoming to my eyes,

the purpose she hopes to achieve

and the tactics she has
chosen are as old as Adam.

Still, one must admit
that it was wisely chosen,

for on this battlefield,
the rules are different.

Not armies grappling
with armies,

but male with female.

The fruits of victory do
not go to the strongest

or the cleverest.

As I myself have
good cause to know.

[organ music]

Since that first resounding
defeat in the Garden of Eden,

the male sex has not yet
regained the initiative.

[organ music]

Such seemingly impersonal
displays are rarely suggesting

something rather more direct.

For example, imagine you were
making love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine you were making
love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine you were making
love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine you were making
love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine you were making
love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine you were making
love to this girl.

Imagine you were making
love to this boy.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine this boy was
making love to you.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine this boy was
making love to you.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine this boy was
making love to you.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine this boy was
making love to you.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine this boy was
making love to you.

Imagine this girl was
making love to you.

Imagine the consequences.

[water splashing]

Desirable and unattainable.

The torment of the damned
whereby the sufferer

is alternately aroused
and disappointed.

The promised paradise
where every desire,

every fantasy will be gratified
becomes a torture chamber.

I too once suffered those
torments and the memory remains

across the long centuries.

What promises that are
continually denied fulfillment

will in the end turn rotten?

The provocation
cannot last forever.

Revenge becomes the only answer.

[sunny rock music]

[crowd booing and jeering]

[food smacks woman]
[gasps]

[food hits women]

[gasping]

[crowd jeering]

[crowd cheering]

["When the Saints
Go Marching In"]

[grunts]
[women cheering]

Here is something that I beheld.

An episode which shows
how some people will go

to any lengths to
get what they want.

[man yelps]

[ragged breathing]

[groaning and panting]

- It wasn't always knights
and fair damsels, you know.

I learned quite a
bit about how to

inflict pain in those days.

Surprisingly, I only
know just a little about

human physiology.

- How long would it take?

- You mean the book?

These big art books
can take months.

A year, perhaps.

It's up to me how I go about it.

But I'm very fussy about
having the right models.

They must look
reasonably strong.

They must be sensitive as well.

- Sensitive?

- Well, intelligent.

Generally speaking, the more
intelligent a person is,

the more they react to pain.

Oh I must admit, withheld
pains are very variable

and interesting subject.

We're been appointed
torturing a weakling.

- But we're only
taking pictures.

- Of course, that's
why I chose you.

I wanted an ordinary fellow
who was intelligent enough

to express pain even though
he'd never experienced it.

- It seems an odd
subject for a woman.

I mean a book on
medieval tortures.

Do you know a lot about it?

- I just do what I'm
commissioned to do, you know?

- All the same, you
seem to know a lot about

the human body.

What it likes.

And what it doesn't.

- I've studied it
from time to time.

One of us may as well be
comfortable at any rate.

In the old days, men in the
navy used to be able to survive

two or 300 lashes.

Of course, sometimes
they didn't.

Not many could today.

But I wonder what the
reason for that was.

[snaps fingers]

Probably because of anesthetics.

Pain inflicted during anesthesia

and not consciously
experienced, but still recorded

by you and can be
re-stimulated at a later date.

Such recordings
are called N grams.

And in a fairly
general way I think,

lower your tolerance to pain.
[camera shutter clicks]

Tell me, do you find it
a little warm in here?

- A little.
- Too much perhaps?

- Not really.

- Good.

I want you on form
for our last chart.

I think we can do
it before lunch.

Norma.

Go and get me the Spanish horse.

[dramatic music]

- Is that the one
with the weights?

- Yes, that's the
one with the weights.

It's very important.

It's for the front cover
of the advertisement.

It took me a long
time to work out

how it should be arranged.

- Yes, you explained
it to me yesterday.

The one where I'm strung
up over a sharp blade,

charming, with death in an hour.

- Two hours probably,
but anything can happen.

It was a little
uncomfortable I understand,

so I hope you're
feeling athletic.

Now go and wash and change.

Your steed awaits you.

[gothic organ music]

[chains rattling]

[gothic organ music]

[fabric rips]

[suspenseful music]

[chain clicking]

[chain rattles]

- Hold on, don't hang
about, this is torture.

- Exactly, dear boy.

And furthermore, your
expression is beginning to

capture the mood completely.

- [Model] No!

[gasping]

- Practice hard until
I'm ready for the shot.

In the meantime, I'll
be back after lunch.

- No, no!

No!

[crying]

- I know we haven't come
here for quite a long time.

As you say--
- It's dirty in here.

- It's not that clean.

Of course the lack of choice.

- Oh my God.

My God.

My God.

[women chatting indistinctly

- A job like that.

It's just [mumbles].

I always mistrust anything that
they can do is a [mumbles].

There must be something
wrong with it.

They only like to use
the very best quality.

[sighing]

[scraping plate]
[groans]

[moaning in pain]

But you can't help
to keep things up.

- No, of course not.

- It's nearly time now.

[patrons chattering]

I thought we might
make a start on

another job tomorrow morning.

[suspenseful music]

[light clicks on]

Perfect, dear boy.

Quite perfect.

[camera shutter clicking]

[suspenseful music]

Norma, come and help me.

That's just how I
like it, old man.

[suspenseful music]

- A terrible death,
you would say.

As you look at her
unique illustrations,

recreated with such pain and
loving care by the authoress,

and yet, the agony of a
soul mutilated in manhood

will continue long after the
body has ceased to bleed.

Scientists in pursuit
of knowledge can
also inflict anguish,

even as in this case,
on those they hold

most precious to them.

[thunder crashing]

- You--
[blows match]

Were the star of my
partage night, Mary-Clare.

- On the contrary, I
think I probably annoyed

some of your guests.

- You out-charm them.

Women, their looks,
men with your brains.

And you're not afraid
to antagonize people.

Ha ha, I like that.

Even clever women sometimes
pretend to be stupid.

- My work as a scientist
has made me honest.

Your friends only know
about making money.

I know about other
things, that's all.

- I only know
about making money.

Do you despise me as well?

- No, I should like
to be rich too.

- Now you disappoint
me, Mary-Clare.

You have brains and beauty.

What more does a woman need?

- How old fashioned
you can be, Sacha.

The days have gone when
a woman can rely on being

pretty and gay and witty to
get her own in the world.

Your wife was like
that, Sacha, wasn't she?

Where is she now?

Besides, I have
responsibilities.

The responsibilities of a man.

- Your mother?
- Yes.

- How is she?

- She has a disease.

A disease that will
get worse, more ugly,

more demanding and
more expensive.

It is called a
degenerative disease,

and that describes it exactly,

the degeneration
of a human being.

- But with your
brains and training,

you can make money, enough I
mean to ease the burdens and--

- How naive you are, Sacha.

Your brains make
money, mine don't.

What interests you
exactly, Sacha?

I've been your lover now
for nearly six months

and yet in a way I know
hardly anything about you.

The house in which my mother
and I live is palatial,

more than enough for us.

Yet three months ago it was
teeming with poor families.

You cleared the way.

We'll go to fashionable clubs
and restaurants together,

and there's always a
table waiting for you.

Everywhere you go, the
path is cleared for you.

Or is it you who has
already cleared the path?

- Hm, you shouldn't
ask so many questions

when you and your mother
moved into your new home.

- No, I'm not interested in
your business activities,

that's understood.

But I am interested
to know that there are

not enough for you, you
want something else.

What is it?

- I had a son once.

He was killed.

- Yes, I know, he was
killed in a car accident.

- My wife was driving.

She killed him.

- It was an accident.
- Oh, yes, yes.

Of course, an accident.

- But you could have
had more children.

- Has it happened?

No.

Now, should we
change the subject?

- But you could
have had a child.

- Could have had a child.

Could have had a child.

Don't you think I'd have
given everything I own

to have a child?

After my son was killed,

I was too old to
have more children.

I've been cheated and
robbed of the only thing

I ever really wanted, a child.

A son.

I'll probably insult you,
Mary-Clare, but for me,

women are just a vehicle
for the most important thing

in a man's life, his son.

- Don't apologize.

It's quite a scientific
point of view.

But you can still have a son.

- At my age?

At 68?

You're laughing at me.

- Yes, I'm laughing at you.

Didn't you know that a man
of 70 can be as fertile

as a boy of 20?

For a woman it's different.

Our fertility starts to
decline after the age of 30.

You men are very lucky.

- Well.
- It's perfectly possible.

I thought everybody
knew the facts.

- Well I, I don't have time
to read every medical paper.

So, to keep abreast,
I'm a busy man.

Besides, I don't want
anything to go wrong again.

- What should go wrong?
- I don't know.

Anyway, tell me how many men
have suddenly become fathers?

- [chuckles] Most men
of 70 don't want to,

and usually they have
wives who are too old.

- But in my case--
[chuckling]

Oh now you are laughing at me.

- In your case, dear
Sacha, in your case,

I should say everything
was possible.

And I say that as a
woman and a scientist.

[liquid bubbling]

- So you're going to
leave us, Mary-Clare.

And at such an interesting time.

- What time is this?

For five years now, I've been
working on the blood groups

of mice, rats and monkeys.

And so far my findings
have not benefited

the human race to the extent
of one single aspirin.

- You know very well,
Mary-Clare, how long it takes

to establish any
research program.

Especially in the
case of genetics.

So much depends on
luck and chance.

A paper has just been
published in America

which ties in exactly
with the blood groupings

you have been dealing with.

Look, read this.

- But this consigns--
- The very disease

your own mother suffers from.

- But it shows a
hereditary factor.

- Yes, we've always
suspected it.

But this shows exactly how
the defective gene works.

From these conclusions
it is almost certain

that the gene first shows
deterioration in the female,

as in your mother's case,
and it's finally transmitted

to the male line in the form of

serious malformation at birth.

[mysterious music
drowns out speaking]

- And the hereditary
disposition?

- Well, as you know, you
yourself are perfectly normal.

And of course, the
defective gene has a habit

of skipping a generation.

It may disappear entirely
from the female line.

Mary-Clare, are we
discussing this on a personal

or a professional level?

- Professional, of
course, Dr. Rilke.

Naturally I'm interested
to know the link between

the blood groupings that
I have been working on

and the disease that
you are now discussing.

In your opinion, what
exactly are the risks

of producing a
congenital malformation

in the third generation?

I mean, if I had a child.

- Well they can be calculated.

Firstly they would only
affect a male child.

This makes it 50/50.
- And then?

- The chances of a male
child being affected

are very high, almost
one in three, it seems.

Altogether a woman with this
factor in her background

would do better to
avoid having children.

You see, Mary-Clare,
why are you leaving us?

This research could help
establish your name.

It could open the field
to many future programs.

- And how much
would that be worth?

To me, I mean.

Another $500 a year, perhaps?

That is if the department
doesn't mean some more

expensive equipment.

There, Dr. Rilke.

I'm leaving in order
to get married.

- Oh my dear child.

What can I say?

- Dr. Rilke, my fiance
will be coming here soon

to collect me.

When you see him,
you will have no need

to say anything at all.

[suspenseful music]

Ah, there you are.

Dr. Rilke, I'd like you to
meet Mr. Sacha Seremona,

my fiance.
- How do you do, Dr. Rilke.

- Mary-Clare has
spoken to me of you.

- Already factoring.

I sometimes wonder if she
ever takes my mental image

picture beyond that
door over there.

- [chuckles] I can
assure you, she does.

Come, Mary-Clare.

Goodnight to you, Dr. Rilke.

Hope we should have
the pleasure of

meeting one another again.

- Goodnight, Dr. Rilke.

[liquid bubbling]

And have you received the
result of your test yet?

- They tell me that my
[clears throat] virility

is the equivalent of
that of a man in his 30s.

Aha.

[triumphant orchestral music]

[bell ringing]

[mysterious music]

[suspenseful music]

- You are concerned for
Mary-Clare, no doubt.

Do not be too unhappy for her.

The child will only
live a few days at most.

It's a terrible thing
to happen to any mother.

But Mary-Clare is
also a scientist.

She knew the risk
she was taking.

- She knew?
- Of course.

It was almost the last
thing we discussed

in the laboratory.

[menacing chuckling]

- The next skirmish in
this battle of the sexes

takes place in a dwelling
near a vast, barren field.

Here, day and night, the
great flying machines

circle and ascend,
shriek and scream,

filling the air with
their fearful cry.

[plane whooshes]

[uplifting classical music]

[plane whooshes]

[uplifting classical music]

[applause on radio]

- [Radio Announcer]
That performance--

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hamburg.

Our next program is
a personal impression

of a Kensington flower show
which opens up tomorrow.

The speaker is Dame
Henrietta Elfred Bobbin,

better known as the
columnist Caroline--

[thumping up stairs]

The talk was recorded earlier
today at the flower show.

- [Henrietta] Fabulous is
the only word for the display

of the flower show this year--

- Christ, a bird!

[plane whooshing]

[grunts]

- Just a minute,
what'd you want to do

a thing like that for?

You can deal with
a girl, can't you?

[grunts]

Why you wouldn't want to
call the police, would you?

- Why wouldn't I, why not?

- Because, because they'd only
spoil our fun, that's why.

- [Henrietta] Nowhere to begin.

I'd say that much to Lady Mimi

and her charming younger son--

- Do you have a bathroom?

- Why?

- Because I got a
bit dirty downstairs,

and I'd like to go and wash.

- Over there, behind you.

- [Henrietta] A
little further on,

Mrs. Antonia Gordon
Gordon, elegant and petite

in a see through satin
cat suit was exhibiting

several red flowering red
currant bushes from her estate

in Long's Norton Green.

I was invited to pluck
some of the fruit myself

and taste the firm, juicy flesh.

It always comes as
such a surprise for
so decorative a bush.

Eversmore annex next
door is a special section

of carnivorous plants,

very popular with
the younger visitors.

I saw the honorable
Timothy Noteworthy,

six year old heir
to the old water,

quite absorbed by a sundew
plant that was catching

and devouring the unfortunate
creatures that flitted past.

Timothy was accompanied
by his elder sister,

the lovely Lady Patricia.

Lady Patricia,
formerly Lord Patrick,

gave me a fascinating
account of her, his,

recent operation in Denmark.

His, her, engagement to the
brilliant young film producer

Peter Walking was
announced last week,

and I hear that her fiance has
offered her the leading role

in his new film Whatever
Turns You On, Betty.

A complete contrast is the
old world English garden

in the Albian Pavilion.

Here, one is transported back
to the fairytale enchantments

of childhood, and I almost
think I saw a fairy or two

slipping through the
dreaming, shadowy glades.

Perhaps my favorite
old English flower is

the evening primrose,
opening at dusk

and staying sensibly
closed during the day.

My companion, the
dour [mumbles]--

- I don't expect you to
believe a word I say,

but I can stand anything
except being dirty.

- [Henrietta] The
English gentleman.

The dour [mumbles] who since
the death of her husband

has devoted herself
to animal welfare.

- I don't believe
a word you say,

but if you must lean up,
I have some very exclusive

lemon and cucumber soap.

My wife orders it from
the health food store.

Smells good, even tastes good.

- Go ahead then, baby.

Eat me up.

- [Henrietta] Of course these
luscious tropical growths

don't acquire a
great deal of water,

and consequently the
atmosphere is rather--

- It's cold!

Take it away, it's cold!

Turn the hot on.
- All right, all right.

- Oh!

- [Henrietta] My word,
how they respond to it.

I swear you can almost
feel them sucking in

the moisture in
great, thirsty gulps.

I always look forward to
the display of Ramosa.

Such a variety, and awakening
so many lovely memories.

One of my young
acquaintances pointed out

a specimen that I've
not seen here at all.

[plane whooshing]

If you touch one of
the end leaflets,

or the other leaflets close
together one after the other,

until the whole leaf is folded,

finally, the stalk itself
turns slowly downwards,

shrinks, and withdraws
from contact.

- Oh, lovely.

- [Henrietta] And the effect
upon my young acquaintance,

who remain there
for several hours,

wrapped inside detention.

And the cactus house is
never short of admirers,

and no wonder.
- Now it's your turn.

- [Henrietta] Yeah, nature
demonstrates the extraordinary

diversity possible
within the familiar cycle

of seed, fruit, and flower.
- Yeah.

Yeah!

- [Henrietta] Particularly
by sharp spines

and crowned with coarsely
perfumed flowers.

Any mind as that,
as so often in life,

the struggle to win
through is richly rewarded.

[plane whooshes]

One of the judges in this
section is that popular hostess

Lady Gwendolyn Blunt.

And I've often wondered
if her great love of cacti

is not in some measure due
to the many years she spent--

[plane whooshing]

[orchestral music]

[softly moaning]

[plane whooshing]

[orchestral music]

[woman moaning]

- [Man On Phone] Hello, hello?

Hello, hello?

[woman moaning]

[indistinct talking on phone]

Will you please
repress your receiver.

Hello subscriber.

Subscriber?

Will you please
repress your receiver.

Hello subscriber, subscriber?

Are you in trouble?

Are you in trouble?

Do you require any help?

Hello subscriber.

Do you require some assistance?

Hello, hello?

Hello subscriber, do you
need any emergency service?

Hello, hello?

Hello subscriber.

Hello, hello!

Will you please
repress your receiver--

[woman moaning]

[both moaning]

[jovial music]

- I'll be back in a second.

Be good.

[jovial music]

[whip cracks]

I'm entitled to some return
for my night's work, aren't I?

- [Man] You've got
it, didn't you?

- Now what are you going to do?

- Call the police.

What I should have done
in the first place.

- You've left that a
bit late, haven't you?

- Oh yes?
- Yes.

Yes I really think you have.

What would the police
make of a case where

the wicked burglar was
invited in to take a shower,

provided with clean
towels and cucumber soap.

And even more important,
invited into bed.

That of course could be proved.

I don't think they'll
believe your story.

But on the other hand.

Your wife might.

She looks a very
serious-minded woman to me.

[plane whooshes]

[mysterious music]

- Your republic has brought
great confusion to the sex war.

Life is so steeped in fantasy

that it ceases to
have a reality.

[urgent music]

- Agent 28, this is
your first assignment.

All your predecessors
have failed.

Get the defense detail of
the Yellow River Project.

They keep it at the
Maranian Embassy.

- But how do I get
inside the embassy?

- Ask our man Phil Pott

He's resourceful
and full of ideas.

[lively music]

- The eyes of our
enemies are everywhere.

To mislead them, we must
pretend we are just friends,

and at no time must
we give the impression

we are conducting business.

- How very clever.

- We'll discuss things
and listen tomorrow.

[quirky music]

[suspenseful music]

- How am I doing, do
you think people suspect

the secret agents in conference?

- You're doing swell,
baby, keep it up.

Create the right public image.

[dramatic piano music]

[energetic piano music]

[spring bouncing]

[head thumps]

[energetic piano music]

[metallic clanging]

[cranking]

[indistinct high
pitched chattering]

[energetic piano music]

[bangs head]

[metallic clanging]

[energetic piano music]

[soft piano music]

[dramatic music]

- You really think it's
necessary to keep up

the image here inside your flat?

- Absolutely essential, baby.

Absolutely essential.

- But how am I going to get
into the Moranian Embassy?

[dramatic music]

[exciting music]

- I thought of a way to get in.

Use that invitation they sent
us with a gala reception.

Be careful.

All your predecessors
have failed in this job.

[trumpeting music]

[cork pops]
[woman laughing]

- Tell me, Lady
Willinston, is Lord still

out in the boy scouts?

- Well he must have his
little hobbies, you know.

- Oh mustn't we all, after all.

- [Lady Willinston] Yes,
it's the joy of life.

[indistinct crosstalk]

- For the forest on
nuclear stripe power.

- You would?
- After breakfast.

- Control yourself,
Forrest, you're not a member

of the CIA anymore.

[orchestral music]

- I like to dance
with pretty dollies.

- Who are you?

- I'm your host, Dale Bazidone,

but you can call
me what you like.

[orchestral music]

- [Lindy Voiceover] For a
moment, I thought I'd come

to the wrong place.

It was difficult to
imagine anything important

being handled by these
dodgy old lunatics.

- Excuse me sir, or madam.

Have you seen a dolly about
so high with bedroom eyes

and breasts like
Brazilian sun dunes.

[dramatic music]

[crowd chattering]

[dramatic music]

- Get lost--
[woman screams]

[crashes to ground]

- Where have you been
all my life, my darling?

- Who are you, creep?

- I am Fritz, the
military attache.

- As I said, what
an interesting face.

So manly, so appealing,
so soothing, so wow.

- Why am I cursed with
this instant sex allure?

[mysterious music]

[woman laughing]

- [Lindy Voiceover]
So manly, so wow.

- [Fritz Voiceover]
Another little drink

and she can't say no no more.

[mysterious music]

- [Lindy Voiceover]
I can see the safe.

Time he took the pill.

Sleep well, sweet jerk.

[mysterious music]

Now for the secrets in the safe.

[Fritz snoring]

Man, is this heavy.

I bet it's chock o'
block with top secrets.

- [Fritz Voiceover] Ah,
little does she know,

I never swallowed the pill.

[slams safe shut]

[mysterious music]

- Boy, who are you?

- Welcome, you must be Agent 28.

- How did you know?

- I am Agent 27.

We are all here
down to number one.

- That military attache
wasn't so stupid after all.

[dramatic music]

- The deepest wounds often lie

beneath the surface, and
a crippled sensibility,

like a crippled limb, has
need of artificial aids,

the fantasies evoked by
these unnatural passions

are still capable
of fulfillment.

An appetite to be
satisfied, like any other.

Necessity, however, can
make curious bed fellows.

[water dripping]

[water running]

[phone dial whirs]

- Hello?

Do you have girls?

Oh you do, all kinds.

Well, I'd like a
nice one, please.

Age, I'm 19 but I only look 29.

I have dark hair.

I do not wear glasses,
blue eyes, and I'm clean,

six foot two, I've
got all my own teeth.

Oh I see, the girl's age.

Well the girl, as long as
she's sweet and she likes

the sort of things I do, she
must like pets, and petting.

Yes, I'm a visitor.

When do I want her?

Right now!

There's no one free.

Well what do I do then?

You?

Sit down, pigeon.

Now, put out your mitt
and close your eyes

and you will get
a groovy surprise.

Shut your eyes.

Your mitt, stupid.

- Surprise, surprise,
big spender.

That's my usual.

Thank you.

- You get twice
that when you leave.

- I want to see what I'm doing.

- All right then, pigeon.

You'll see.