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You are my hiding place.

Lord, protect me from trouble.

Surround me with songs of deliverance.

Of deliverance.

Ain't nobody coming to deliver you,

no matter how many psalms you recite.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was invited.

Ain't you gonna eat?

There's something very wrong here.

There's something
very right, like this song.

Mean solo on this one.

I used to know how to play.

Think hard.

Maybe you'll remember.

How to play the sax?

Yeah, I remember.

Maybe I can play the sax.

How to play the sax.

Sax, sax.

Ellis!

You set me up!

You will pay for this!

Sax is gonna get you!

Mr. Groomes, meet our
mutual friend Jim Ellis.

No, no.

Stop that.

Stop that.

You are ok.

You are safe.

I'll go get the doctor.

Sax!

Get me Ezra saxton.

Yeah.

Sax, it looks done.

Are you my grandma?

No, sir.

Just don't want you
to burn the place down.

When I want your
opinion, I will pay you for it.

Go see if that's Jimmy.

All right.

Hell of a detour!

Sound city ain't around the corner.

Overnight's done.

Protests still on downtown?

Yeah.

Sax make a move yet?

A little birdie told me some shit's

going down today to get that little

trucker chick under control.

Yeah!

I could take care of that.

Nah.

He's got other plans for you.

Yo, Jimmy!

Did I or did I not fight off two

redneck car thieves with
nothing but my bare hands?

You didn't even break a sweat.

Told you.

I got fists of steel, baby.

Ok. All right.

I believe you.

You did.

More war stories?

Just giving Nina the
grand tour before breakfast.

Thought you were
leaving town last night.

Flight's today.

But Royce came by
the motel this morning.

Said Mr. Saxton was
having a little get-together

and insisted I stop by before I left town.

How could I say no?

Yeah, and we can't celebrate
the deal without the mvp.

- Pig in a blanket?
- Yes, please!

- No, I'm good.
- Thanks, Marcy.

- Hey, goldilocks.
- Hey, g.

Big head. Billy.

You must be Nina,

the woman of my baby brother's dreams.

Shut the fuck up, Genesis.

And I can see why.

Hi.

I've heard only good things.

Jimmy!

Let me pull your coat a sec.

You believe that shit?

You and me caught lead covering
Royce's ass, and she's the mvp?

You're pretty, too, Billy boy.

- Eat a bag of dicks.
- Linda lovelace?

Never heard of her.

What else has she been doing?

My fucking dreams.

Yo, jimbo.

How's the side?

No halter tops till Christmas.

You're with me today, Jimmy.

Heading to Vegas.

What's in Vegas?

Got a partner on this one.

Name's Xavier.

He wants our package pronto.

Now, while we were
gone, Archie's on temple.

He'll take care of this trucking fiasco.

Sean, Royce, and Billy will oversee

security at the warehouses.

We can't take any
chances with Greek sal.

Shit's still unresolved.

Snowbird at noon.

We need to be in Vegas by 5:00.

And we cannot be late.

Challenge accepted.

It's ready.

Shit!

Yeah!

Come and get it!

Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Whoo-hoo.

Skillet bread.

My grand mama's recipe.

That always made things special when

we had something to celebrate.

In my family, we break
bread on special occasions.

And this one couldn't
be possible without you.

Thank you for helping to
save our deal and my son's life.

That's dynamite.

I told you this woman had great taste.

Come on, let's get some!

All right, come and get it.

All right!

Mom! Get some!

Come get... get some.

Let me get out of the way.

There you go.

Give me a good one, boss.

All right.

What the hell are you doing here?

I told you he came to
my room and invited me.

I had no choice. But since

no buts. Those don't do shit.

- But since I'm here...
- shh!

I might as well find out what

that million dollars bought.

Whatever it is, I'm taking
it to Vegas with sax today.

- Xavier wants it.
- Xavier?

See ya, bro.

What's up, man?

Well, you find out what's in the case,

and I'll find out who funded the deal.

Are you fucking crazy?

Billy still has a bull's eye on your ass.

I can handle myself.

What's up, Jim?

It's information we need.

And see if you can find
out who the hell Xavier is.

I mean, I'm just saying,

I've never seen that much
money in one place before.

Well, the craziest part is I had to dig up

that money with a shovel.

Our middle man buried
it out in the desert.

How did you find it?

We have a little system,
me and this buddy of ours.

He keeps a live signal
headed my way on a ham radio.

When there's a pickup, he
sends a code with the coordinates.

I don't believe you.

I swear.

And you do that all on the radio?

Yeah, I've got a ham radio in my room.

Repeating numbers.

Longitude and latitude.

It's real clandestine shit.

That sounds far out.

And I... I want to hear more about it,

but where's the powder room?

I'll show you.

Well, they got friendly fast.

You got a problem with her?

I got questions.

But I think I know just
who to ask about them.

Billy, time to get in gear.

Excuse us for a bit.

Let's go.

The powder room is
the first door on the left.

Ok.

- You want another mimosa?
- Yes.

Thank you. You're the sweetest.

Coming right up.

2410187.

2410187.

Are you lost?

So... sorry.

I was just looking for the bathroom.

Excuse me.

Back in my day, we'd
make a man wait a little.

You should try it.

Circle back with dad
and see what he says.

I'll get back to you.

Last two mimosas.

Had to fight the others off for them.

My hero.

Gentlemen, time to ride.

Shit.

I gotta roll to scottsdale
with Billy and Sean.

Hey, I was hoping to
spend more time with you,

take you to malveaux's for those ribs.

- We'll do it next time.
- All right.

I'll take you back to your motel.

I can take her.

I got a pit stop to make out that way

before hitting snowbird.

You boys go and do your thing.

I got miss Nina.

I'll make sure she makes it back all right.

Ok, but we gotta stay in touch.

You have my number
from my office, right?

And the one here?

Wait.

Sorry.

My little brother. Thanks.

Yep.

And my po box.

You covered all the bases, Roy-Roy.

Thank you.

You're sweet.

Here you go.

Come on, girl.

Let's roll.

Ok. What's the secret?

What do you mean?

You've been in town all of three days.

My brother damn near
wants to marry you,

and my daddy has you
all up in his business.

Baby, I'm a Virgo, so I
hate that I haven't been able

to get through to them myself.

So spill.

It's the Russian.

Like hell it is.

I have a specialty.

They need it. That's all.

Earth signs are the greatest
lie detectors of all time.

There's something going on with you.

Now, either you can tell
me, or I can keep guessing.

I loved my father.

He died when I was very young.

And he's the reason I do what I do.

I used to think that the
only way to honor him

was to be like him and to follow his path.

But the opposite was true, because, well,

I had to learn how to be my own person

and... and to make my own way.

And the thing you gotta
do, miss Genesis, is be you.

Because from what I hear,
you're a fucking rock star.

Damn, you are good.

You've got a motherfucker
all inspired and shit.

Nah.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Suspended from summer camp.

I mean, I didn't even
know that was possible.

You haven't even heard
my side of the story.

Yes, I have.

Now do you even know what this is going

to do to my schedule, Luna?

Now I have to get a babysitter.

And I don't need a babysitter.

- I can take care of myself.
- You're not a baby.

You're a pyromaniac.

And now you're grounded.

Do you mind?

Can you get that, please?

You're not being fair.

Well, young lady, you play with fire,

fair goes right out the window.

- Hey, Jim.
- They're in the middle of

what did I miss this time?

Good, you showed up
right when I need you.

This is your fault.

My fault? What the hell did I do?

You told Luna to burn
some girl's comic books?

- What?
- Wait.

Did she send you here to defend her?

Hell, no.

I'm on my way to Vegas for the day,

but I need to talk to you first.

Ooh, Las Vegas? Bitchin'!

Lu did mention a bully,

but I never said anything about fire.

Yeah, you did.

You said fight fire with fire.

I didn't mean actual fire.

I was talking metaphorically.

Next time, specify.

Go to your room.

I deserve to be heard equally.

My voice is being silenced.

I'm gonna call the
camp, see if Harvey will

bite on a round of golf at the country club

to let Luna back in.

It's worth a shot.

Thank you.

Iz, listen.

Iz, listen to me!

Your protest isn't just
pissing off Bob temple.

You're delaying saxton's shipments,

costing him a lot of money.

He's not happy.

Do you think I give a shit about

what your mob boss thinks?

I mean, what's he gonna
do, break my kneecaps?

Yeah, he might!

Holy shit.

It wasn't Luna who sent you here.

It was saxton.

Nobody sent me here.

Sax doesn't even know I know you.

Iz, I'm here to protect you.

The only thing I need you
to protect is that little girl.

And you could start by advising her

to talk through her problems

instead of burning shit to the ground.

What aren't you telling me?

There's a lot I don't tell you, Jim.

Look, your boss is pissed.

I get it.

Well, tell him I'm not backing down.

Anything else?

2410.0187.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

That's what the radio
was tuned to... why?

And Royce said this
was a constant signal?

Yeah. Yeah, why does that matter?

'Cause this shit is my bag.

I told you, I'm a fox hunter.

What the hell's that got to do with this?

You don't know?

If I fucking knew, then this conversation

would be so much shorter.

Fox hunting isn't hunting foxes.

It's hunting radio signals.

We used to do this
on the rez all the time.

Hide a transmitter, see
who could find it first.

It was always me.

Hey, I, got something for you.

I told you everything would work out.

You did.

Thank you.

Here, let me.

So you're saying that we
could locate where the signal

is coming from and then find out who left

Royce the million dollars?

If we flip this mystery money guy,

we can charge saxton with racketeering.

If they're still broadcasting, hell yes.

What do we need?

We gotta swing by my place.

I got a mobile transceiver and antenna.

Let's go.

Yeah.

He spent two hours at saxton's house

before his daughter
drove her back to the hotel.

She's deep in it with this whole crew.

Listen close.

From now on, agent Hayes
never leaves your sight.

We need to know what she knows.

We savvy?

Understood.

Just a second.

Hey.

What's up?

There's something you should know.

A certain white boy's been
looking through your desk.

More than once.

Saw myself after hours.

Agent Grant?

I knew it wasn't right

and that I'd want to know if I were you.

You're going to make a
hell of an agent one day.

Good looking out.

The last time I was in Vegas,

Sonny list on was getting tuned up

at the international hotel.

He was on a prize fight revenge tour

after Ali put him on his
ass a few years before

he had to give up the title.

Never should have had to lay it down.

- Shit.
- Goddamn right.

Anyway, Sonny looked
like he had it in the bag.

Jab like lightning, right cross like stone.

Even Joey was impressed.

Joey was there?

That man knew how to connect people.

Got us ringside seats
to chop it up with Tony o

and Elliot "bullet head" defreitas

when I was thinking about
buying a stake in some hotels.

After the fight, we went over to see

rickles' set at the Sahara.

Joey got the entire flamingo
chorus line to come over,

just to put a cherry on
top and to get them to sell.

Did it work?

Let's just say he was
the one that ended up

in the penthouse suite five dancers deep.

He's just like your pop

could not resist a woman in rhinestones.

The Italians got cold feet
about letting a black man

onto their playground.

But I met some important folks.

Like Xavier.

Just get us there by 5:00
on the dot or this is a bust.

No one has proved that the Republicans

are behind the break-in.

- But the democrats...
- Only cost me 36 holes

and a couple of day passes,

but she is a camper once again.

You are a miracle, art.

Was everything ok with Jim?

Yeah.

Nothing I can't handle.

Hello?

Yes.

Continue the discussion?

Yes, of course.

I will be there at 3:00.

Thank you.

Bob temple wants to meet.

We pushed him into negotiations!

Yes!

You did it!

No, we did it.

All of us.

Luna!

Luna?

Luna, I know you're mad, but... shit.

Luna?

Luna!

Luna!

You hear that?

Yeah.

That ain't the engine.

Hey, uncle Jim.

What the hell is this?

Well, you said you were going to Vegas.

That gave me the idea

stop blaming me for your bad ideas.

Well, who's this?

Sorry, sax. She's my friend's kid.

You've been in there for two hours?

Well, I had to wait for
you to get out of town

so you wouldn't take me back home.

You heard mommy, uncle Jim.

She was being totally bogus.

Manners, Luna.

What do we say to Mr. Saxton?

Nice to meet you, Mr. Saxton.

Strong handshake you got there, Luna.

Well, it's a good thing the car's ok.

There's no time to double back.

You, better call mom.

And then we have a delivery to make.

Guess you're coming to Vegas.

Where is she? Anything?

Pablo and Theresa haven't seen her.

I've checked all of
her hiding places twice.

Hello?

Drove over 100 miles
before I heard her in the trunk.

She's fine.

Thank god.

You're not gonna like this,

but I gotta take her with me to Vegas.

For fuck's sake, Jim.

I know.

But we're on a schedule,

and we're too far away to go back.

I'm sorry, but it is what it is.

Don't let her set any fires.

Don't let her gamble.

And don't let her do
whatever the hell it is

you are doing out there.

I'll keep her safe, I promise.

You better.

- Negative 112.07, 7.3...
- That's it. - 33...

Ok, yeah.

Hold on.

Point 2244, negative 112.07, 7.3.

33.22...

There's a matador
tailing us, three cars back.

That's five turns now
that it's followed us.

It's Grant. I know it.

Well, we're gonna wanna go north.

Take the 17.

Well, we can't let Grant
see where we're going.

Fuck!

Who are you?

Evel knievel?

I am today.

Betsy took my comics, so I stole hers

and lit them on fire with
Mrs. Delameter's lighter.

I never told you to start a fire.

Well, sounds like justice to me.

Don't encourage her.

She got kicked out of summer camp.

Her mom's not happy.

I'm protesting, just like she is.

Ok, lu, enough about that.

Wha... wait, wait, wait.

What is she protesting?

She started a trucker protest.

We were on TV last night.

I thought you looked familiar.

Start talking.

What did you do to my throne?

It looks like a dead sheep.

It's luxury décor.

Shyanne says it's cushy for your tushy.

Never visit your fucking sister again.

Shit. It's Billy.

Do none of these people
know how to call first?

Doll, give me a minute.

Ask his opinion about the toilet cover.

Angel pie, please.

Billy Mahoney.

Who the hell clipped your wing?

I got a Colt you can borrow.

Don't worry.

They got the worst of it.

It's about the interpreter
you recommended to sax,

Nina St. James.

When did she work for you?

Well, that was a while back.

It was just the once,
about maybe a year ago.

I told sax all about it.

Now you're telling me.

What was the job?

I was buying a fur for Charlotte.

You brought in an
interpreter for a fucking coat?

Not just any coat.

It was the finest fur in the country.

I was negotiating with an Estonian furrier

out of Santa fe.

Little fucker couldn't
understand a word of English,

so I needed some help.

And Nina's the best there is.

You still got this coat?

Hanging gloriously in my dressing room.

Let me... let me handle this, angel pie.

I wanna see what's worth all the trouble.

Hey, hey.

The coat only comes
out on special occasions.

Special occasions?

On sun days, if Wade is a good boy,

he gets to be Dr. Zhivago on
the run from the communists,

stricken with frostbite,

desperate to be nursed back to health.

A star-crossed lover in nothing

but a fur coat to keep him warm

on those cold Russian winter nights.

Da.

- Show me the goods.
- Hey.

What... what the hell do
you think... what the hell

- do you think you're doing?
- Where is it?

You wanna look through
my lingerie drawer, too?

There she is.

Got what you need?

He was looking for something.

I hope Jimmy's covering his ass.

Always does.

Just like you taught him.

Goddamn.

That was good.

And the Oscar goes to Charlotte Ellis.

I like the sound of that.

Come here.

So I went over there and told her that

the protests are well
intentioned but problematic.

Sometimes when she
comes back from a long haul,

she's so tired, she
sleeps for two whole days.

We get it, lu. It's a tough job.

- But...
- It's not right.

No one ever said the world's fair.

Protesting is grinding
everything to a halt.

That's also unfair.

They wouldn't have to if the union

was doing the right thing.

Lu, settle down.

The ladies work just as hard as the guys,

but have kids to take care of.

Give me one reason
why they deserve less.

It's more than just equal pay.

We need health and safety
measures across the board,

protections for women.

No more team drives.

Are you going to write this down?

You are very impressive, Ms. Reyna.

Can I offer you a drink?

I make a mean piña colada.

I got my own cocktail cart.

Well, maybe after we negotiate?

I called you in because I
know this is a tough job,

especially for a mom.

So I talked to my guys, figured a way

to grandfather you in
to some better routes

interstates, regular
stops, less weekends.

If you agree, we can put this
whole unpleasantness behind us.

You're trying to bribe me
so I can call off the protest.

Ok.

How about we, make you a steward?

Give you a nice stipend,
more days in town.

Don't those have to be elected?

According to bylaws, I
can nominate two a year.

This is your chance to
have a real seat at the table,

stand up for what you believe in.

See?

See what happens when we sit down

and talk instead of just
yelling at each other?

It's a new day for you, Ms. Reyna.

So do we have a deal?

There are 125 women
truckers out there who need help.

I don't want your bribe.

I want a real offer that helps everyone.

I tried to be nice, but
now it's gonna get ugly.

33.82244, negative 112.07, 7.3.

- 33.82244...
- Make that turn up here.

- Negative 112...
- Are we getting close?

Very.

Negative 112.07, 7.3.

33.8224...

Well, Superman's got nothing on you.

Nah, he could have just
used his super hearing

to pinpoint the exact location.

Yeah, but you're real.

Let's hide the car around back.

Someone connected to saxton sees you,

that ruins everything.

We find out where the
million dollars came from,

that solves everything.

Juan, there's a basement.

A basement in Arizona?

That's trippy.

You check the rest of the house.

Negative 112.07, 7.3.

33.82244.

Negative 112.07, 7.3.

- 33.82244, negative 112.07...
- Holy shit.

First time?

Yeah.

She's a hell of a town.

Make the next right.

Desert inn?

Yeah.

We're gonna see Howard Hughes.

He wants to see you especially.

Is this about the car?

He didn't say.

What'd you do to his car?

Long story.

Lu, what are we gonna show?

My manners.

Mr. Saxton, Mr. Ellis.

I'm Gideon, Mr. Hughes'
private secretary.

Gideon.

He was expecting the two
of you, not the young lady.

She ain't leaving my side.

I promised her mom.

Then the three of you

will have to follow protocol, ok?

This way.

So you'll each wash your
hands four distinct times

using lather from individual bars of soap.

We'll wrap the briefcase
handle in kleenex

for the transfer to Mr. Hughes.

Touch all door handles four times

with fresh kleenex each time.

And under no circumstances is anyone

to touch Mr. Hughes. Ok?

Yeah.

Linda, I need you to do me a solid.

I'm trying to track down
an Estonian fur dealer

based out of Santa fe.

Do you not think I have
a full-time job here?

I'm busy.

Ziggy stardust.

I know how much you love bowie.

Estonian?

Ok, I'll see what I can find.

But you get to call groomes back.

See what the hell he keeps calling about.

Groomes called?

1,000 times today, yes.

That fucker cop's alive?

Says he's got to talk to the boss asap.

Something important about Jim.

This is weird.

Who is this guy?

Four times!

You got to wash your hands four times

not one, not two, not even three.

I like three on a match,
but four is a whole number.

You all wash times four?

Followed your protocol to a t.

Thank you kindly, ez.

A man can't be too careful.

Last time I wore this tux was
the academy awards in '47.

Well, you cut a dashing figure.

Thought I'd dress for the occasion.

As you know, it's a big day.

Big step in our plan, done.

This him?

Howard Hughes, meet Jim Ellis.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

You look like him.

Like who?

Joey.

Always thought Joey looked
like errol Flynn, my old pal.

You have something of errol, too.

You knew my brother?

We had a boondoggle or two.

There's something I
wanted to say about Joey.

But first, who's this?

I'm Luna.

I washed my hands four times.

Bless your little heart.

Haven't seen a kid up close in years.

Quite fascinating, indeed.

I know about the aeromobile.

Listen, sir.

But we aren't here to talk about the past.

We're here to build a future.

And you have the key right there.

So, Luna, banana nut
ice cream... you like it?

Baskin-Robbins discontinued the flavor,

so I bought 350 gallons of it.

Let's get you situated.

What's your favorite picture?

I'll call the TV station, put it on.

You can do that?

Well, I own the station, so yes.

33.82244, negative 112.07, 7.3.

33.82244, negative 112.07, 7...

Shit.

Hello?

Yeah, it's me.

What's wrong?

I came home to a fed
snooping around my living room.

All right. Is she black?

No, no, she ain't black. He.

He... he's an Indian or
Mexican or something.

What about his partner?

What partner?

Me.

Drop the gun.

Now, asshole.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hospital's close.

I can save your life.

Just tell me who you're working for.

You... you fucked up.

Xavier knows about you.

You all right?

Ok, I got you. I got you.

All right.

Look at me.

Can only see one of me, right?

Grenade!

Fuck!

You do the honors.

Shall we have a listen?

Load her up.

Four times.

We play this thing wrong and every

muck-raking bastard with a poison pen

is going to come after me.

Protecting the polls
is the highest priority.

We've got to get a hold of this thing.

- Is that...
- the goddamn president.

This is a hell of an acquisition.

The president's not
gonna be kicked around by

a blundering pack of Castro-loving spics.

Bury this break-in fiasco and bring me

a fucking war I can win.

Now let's review the goddamn plan.

Somebody get me coffee.

Where's Bob?

- Richard fucking Nixon.
- How?

That's the joke of it all.

Motherfucker recorded himself.

That jackass has
enemies in the white house.

Someone stole the tape,
sold it to the Russians.

But they knew they
could get a better price

on the black market.

So we bought it.

Why?

We have a plan.

Something tells me there's
a place in it for you, too.

I'm going to call Xavier

and coordinate the briefcase drop.

Won't be but a moment.

So what's this news about Jim?

Godless criminals were sent
to attack me sent by Jim Ellis!

And while the good lord may forgive him

that particular sin, I, for one, do not!

Well, shit.

All Jim does is bang birds and drive fast.

Why would he do something like that?

Look, I ain't proud.

I may have seen him talking
to someone he shouldn't have.

I tried to squeeze him.

But that's no reason to try and kill a man,

an officer of the law at that.

What did you see?

I saw him meeting with that
colored girl, agent of the FBI,

same one I spoke to about
the night Joey Ellis died.

She's coming after saxton.

And you know what that means.

You got two snakes in your garden.

You know, you got a point about

women truckers
deserving their fair shake.

But every day this protest
drags on, it costs me money.

Your mom and her
friends stall my shipments.

And that puts a big
rig-sized hole in my pocket.

And I've got workers to worry about, too.

I need those trucks back on
the road where they belong.

You know, there might
be another way to get

your trucks moving again.

How?

Remember those photos
I took of Bob temple?

A little nudge never hurt.

We can end it tomorrow.

Yeah.

Nothing beats blackmail.

Who the fuck is Cyrus baker?

He's the one who was
sending the LSD to Bree

stop.

You break into his house,

and he sets off a fucking grenade?

- Well, that was because...
- no, no, no!

Don't talk again.

You know what hurts my heart the most?

That you dragged agent bitsui,
a perfectly respectable agent

in prior years, into your shit show!

This is not on agent bitsui.

Please don't blame agent Hayes.

- No, it's on...
- I'm my own man.

- It's on me. It's on me.
- Shut up.

I do not want to hear how
you're on the right track,

how you need one more
day, how you're so close,

how your ci is just about
to get evidence on saxton.

Well, he is.

Stop!

After action reports
on my desk tomorrow.

Get the hell out of here.

I assume you'll be in
touch about next steps?

As always.

I just need a minute with Jim.

Come on, lu.

Joey was a k-129.

What?

It's why I asked you to come.

That was the call sign
of a secret nuclear sub

the CIA wanted me to raise

from the bottom of the pacific,

then they fucked me over,
turned my life upside down.

So now, it's the code name

I use when they pull a ruse that shatters

the pillars of your life.

What the CIA did with your
brother, that was a k-129.

What did the CIA do?

It was them.

It's always been them.

Son, what happened to
Joey was entirely their doing.

- Hey, sal.
- Are they out?

Yes, but some of the guys
just left with the briefcase.

Fuck saxton.

Whatever's in that case, I want it.

What are you telling me?

You let her shake you again?

She's one month out
of fucking Quantico.

She hasn't made a move on saxton yet.

I'll stick to her. You have my word.

I don't need your fucking word.

She's in with saxton.

She got to Cyrus.

She's too damn close.

It's time.

For what?

To take her out.

That's on you.

Not a word since we left the strip.

So what did Howard say?

He told me the CIA killed Joey.

Well, the way I see it, with Howard,

everything he says is the
ramblings of a crazy man.

Or it ain't.

Xavier?

Afraid not.

Bad robot.