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Yes.

There's a little breeze coming through the window.

Do you feel it?

Yes.

Do you want me to take my shirt off?

Yes.

One button.

Two.

I can feel the breeze in my nipples.

Should I take my bra off?

Should I?

Please.

I'm letting the straps slide down.

Past my shoulders.

Past my nipples.

It's left in my panties.

Do you want me to take them off?

Yes.

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't.

Please.

How much do you want me to?

How much?

How dare you?

I'm pulling them off.

Down over my hip.

Along my legs.

Go to the ledge.

Okay.

There's no such thing as can't. Do it.

I dare you.

I dare you!

Is it a long way down?

Yes.

Lean out.

No.

Please, don't pray.

Lean out.

Now.

scared.

I hate coward.

I was blind from the beginning, didn't know what to do.

I found myself in paradise with way too much to lose. My life was like a candle

burning out too fast.

Couldn't see a future, didn't want to see the past.

Now the choices I made.

Smooth them out, pal.

You know what? I'm out of here. No, no, no. Come on. I'll catch up on the

gossip. He is the guy who is most likely to succeed as bleeding ulcers.

Well, you're looking at him.

Oh, yeah.

So, where's Kathy?

Where's Veronica?

We broke up. She couldn't handle my sexual staying power.

Funny. She told me it was excess use of 900 numbers.

How many minutes last month?

Two, three hundred, give or take.

You got a problem.

Yeah.

So seriously, where's Kathy? Seriously, I don't want to talk about it. Okay.

Are you looking for somebody special?

No one special.

Oh, no.

She's not here, is she?

No, she's not.

Thank God. She used to call me Melonhead. I hated that.

She made things fun and exciting, though, didn't she?

You think my head's round?

I don't think my head's round.

Besides, I spent half my time getting you out of trouble she got you into.

Now, look.

Loosen up. Have a little fun. I'll enter your name in the croaky contest.

A walking 900 number.

Hold it.

How do I look? Like a melon head.

Thanks.

Lacey.

How are you? Good to see you again.

Oh, you remember me.

Oh, how could I forget you?

And what I love, the Jenkins audience.

You know, we were kids back then. As far as I'm concerned, the past is past.

Lacey, you remember Jeff, the baddest guy in the room?

Sure I do. You were Helen Wilson, my friend.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. I don't remember you.

Jeff, how could you forget someone like Lacey?

Lacey Henderson.

I'm sorry.

Well, I remember you.

You were amazing in my school town.

What ever happened to your partner in crime, Angela?

As I recall, you gave her the final dare. To walk through the graduation

ceremony in her underwear.

Well, I'm checking out, and that was the last I heard of her.

I'm sorry.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

There was a Larry Henderson in my technical drawing class.

There you go. You do remember.

I had the operation four years ago.

No.

Let me just go get my sweater.

Now I'm having fun.

I've already seen her naked.

And she was a boy.

So tell me, is a man just any different than a woman?

I've got to go. Cover for me. No, no, no. You need to bed. You can lay in it.

I've got to go.

Yeah,

I'm sorry.

Here, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you give him a call, too?

I'm sure he'll love it.

Jeff.

How's it going?

Good. Stephen, how are you? Good.

Live out on Martha's Vineyard.

Been working with Doc.

Just published my first book.

Might be up for a few little surprises.

Sorry to hear things are going so bad.

Of course, my wife's still modeling.

Swimsuits.

After four children, she still looks great.

That's great.

You know my youngest stepson, Timmy?

He's ten.

Just got accepted to Harvard.

Fire!

All y 'all yaks in free!

I see you got my gift.

Too late.

Just a few years.

Well, it was worth the wait.

Now, um, really...

Oh, no.

That's too easy.

Off the high dive.

Oh, no.

You know I'm afraid of heights.

It's because I live in a one -story house.

Then go home.

I can't. I can't do it.

There's no such thing as can't.

This is how you live your life now?

I fear you.

Angela!

Angela!

All right, Flipper, let's see some ID.

My wallet's in my jacket pocket.

What's this? Where's Angela?

Who's Angela?

Let the games begin.

It's the same old story.

I was living on Martha's Vineyard with my beautiful wife.

She modeled swimsuits.

I was writing books and watching the money flow in.

And then, bam!

Which one of you is wife? I am!

I'm Jeff Poinsett. Get your stuff. Let's go.

Cheers, Mitch.

Missed a hell of a reunion, Mitch. So I heard.

Tell me, Jeff, you weren't drunk, but you decided to get arrested for indecent

exposure, illegal use of an incendiary device, and get in the whole damn fire

department, call out for nothing.

Yep.

This sounds like the BS you used to pull with Angela back in high school. Did

the reunion send you into some kind of time warp?

I guess it was just momentary insanity.

Don't look at me. I just told him to loosen up and have fun. I didn't know he

was going to go off the deep end.

All right.

Get the hell out of here. Both of you.

And get rid of this stuff.

I have to earn Clara's alimony pay.

Is she still spending her money on singing lessons for her dog?

Just asking.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I even had a nice apology set up for you.

So now you're going to punish me, right?

I'm not punishing you. I'm just not in the mood anymore.

We really haven't been in the mood much since we started planning this thing.

Don't throw that in my face again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not exhausted.

I'm not stressed. I don't feel the same pressures.

I don't even know what the hell I'm doing anymore.

I'm sorry.

You're having a hard time right now.

I'm sorry too.

Jeff Weiser's office. Can you hold, please?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're late.

Jeff, could you initial this for me?

Yeah, sure.

I, uh, have trouble sleeping.

Do I look all right?

Let's see.

I have 15 days to my retirement.

You look great.

How's Cassie? Let's see. There's, uh, 16 days until the wedding.

She's great.

You better say that.

She's the best thing that ever happened to you. Oh, here are your messages.

Thank you.

Okay, it's 3579 -0... I gotta go.

In my regards to Bambi.

Fuck you.

You know, they say time and the big health can really change a man.

Is that true?

Fuck.

Oh, the electrician called.

Ah, shit.

Totally forgot all about it. Oh, shit. Don't forget about your bachelor party

tonight, too.

Jeff White.

Yeah, he's here.

No, he's not busy. Just hold on one second.

Telephone. Line two.

Thanks.

This is Gabe.

Lacey.

So, um, where did you run off to the other night?

Mm -hmm.

No, um, I'm kind of busy right now. Um, no, no, I... Yeah.

Yeah, it was good seeing you, too. Um, no, I... So, are those breasts really

real? I mean... No, I guess not, because you had the sex change. Yeah, right.

They're large, aren't they? Yes.

No, I can't tonight.

Okay, lunch would be fine.

I hear you missed the electrician this morning. Listen, I gotta go.

I'm sorry. Something unexpected came up. Sorry doesn't cut it. We can't screw

around with these deadlines or we'll have to eat huge penalties.

Hey, look, it won't happen again. Consider yourself on probation.

See you later.

Yeah, hey, don't forget the bachelor party tonight.

You got my note.

Did you have fun last night?

Oh, let's see. I, uh, ruined my class reunion, got charged with several

misdemeanors, and, uh... Oh, yeah.

I went to jail.

But it did feel like old times, didn't it?

He said jail is a whole lot different than the principal's office.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Let's play the game again.

You dare me, and I'll dare you.

Ooh, I don't know, Angela.

Where am I going to end up tonight?

It'll be boring if you did know.

Don't bore me.

That's rule number four.

And what is one through three?

You'll have to come along for the ride and find out.

You are amazing.

Come on.

What's my dare?

Fuck you, Jeff.

You always love the dare and you know it. And now that we're much older, the

games can be much more exciting.

So dare me.

Okay.

Take off your pants.

No.

Gary. Stop, come on.

So here's the rules, guys.

I can touch. Jeff Devon can touch.

That's me?

You can't.

Somebody call a fireman.

Got here as quick as I could.

I'll put out any fires found in this here neighborhood.

Now wait a second, baby.

So you're really cute.

Thanks. And I'm really engaged.

That's a stupid thing to say.

No. So I gathered.

But you're not married yet.

You still have a chance.

You know, I, uh... I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.

You know, getting married and all.

Did she tell you? Turn you on like I always do, too?

Does she give you a rush?

She used to.

Used to doesn't count.

Now does.

I, uh, I don't think this is such a good idea.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

But, uh...

How'd

it go?

Great.

Here, and thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, when are we going to get together again?

After I take care of some business tonight.

Hello Jeff.

What are you doing calling me here?

Meet me at the corner of Pine and Haven.

So, what's up?

Hopefully you.

Get in.

What the fuck was that all about?

Oh, don't be such a baby.

I didn't even come close.

It's fine.

With me, I want your heart to beat a little faster.

Jess, when's the last time you had bone -jarring incredible?

Bet you never have

Okay,

we got in

Now let's go.

How do you feel?

It's kind of shit.

Isn't it great?

This is what I live for.

I'm in a rush.

Oh, my whole body becomes barrageous.

Come on.

Not here. Come on. Angela, no!

I want to be crazy.

Come on.

Oh, no, don't.

I dare you to fuck me right here.

Game over. Let's go.

Let's go.

Feel the adrenaline and use it. Angela, come on. Let's go.

God, I'm so fucking hot. Angela, come on. Look. It's not yet.

Look, I'm leaving with or without you.

I dare you to stay.

It's crazy.

I said, Timmy's 10 years old.

He's getting sent into Harvard.

And bam, schmuck comes along and steals my wife.

Life sucks, doesn't it?

I tell you, it's the same old story.

When are you going to stop being a drunk?

I don't know.

When money falls from the sky.

20 years twice.

I am.

I am.

All right, let's go.

I think you got some explaining to do.

So?

Then a girl. A girl?

You're engaged.

You idiot.

Gee, Mitch, like, you know all about good relationships, don't you?

So, Gabe, tell me, how many 900 numbers do you know by heart?

Two, three, four, 35.

Out.

Tough crowd.

I'll wait for you outside.

I guess you're not bored now.

Fuck you.

You don't know what you're talking about. No, no, no. Fuck you, Jeff.

only out of this shell because I'm your friend. Three strikes and you're out.

Don't make me play the bad guy.

Be careful, Jen.

How's everything?

Too bad. Too bad.

Hey, look, I'm sorry about yesterday.

Hey, that's okay.

Just want to show you some things over here.

Thought we would add some conduit down along this wall here and around the

outside. You all right?

Yeah. I'm just a little afraid of heights.

Okay.

Just down along here, along the wall, on the outside.

G -1130.

Just in time for lunch.

Can I get you something?

Arsenic? Tomein?

Cholesterol?

What the fuck's going on?

Are you finished?

Yeah. Good.

I'm out with the electrician.

And? And?

I don't want to talk about it. Come on. You've been thrown in jail twice this

week and you expect me just to sit by?

Everything is fine, Gabe.

We're supposed to be best friends here. You want to tell me what's going on?

Nothing wrong, okay? Just get off my back.

Right. Then what's this, huh?

Trash.

Right. I wish my trash smelled that good.

You happy?

No. But if I could find a woman who could suck a golf ball through a garden

hose, then I would be.

I bet you Larry... I mean, Lacey can.

Look, don't remind me. I'm going to lunch. You want anything?

No. You look like shit, you know.

Thanks.

Sorry I came down on you.

That's what friends are for.

Gabe. Yeah.

I'm tired of waiting with you in the car.

Yeah, I know.

Let's go. Gabe!

So, what are we measuring today?

Nothing yet. I thought we were friends.

Blow me.

There's one man enough.

Hi, baby.

Want a nooner? What the hell are you doing here?

Having fun.

Want to join me?

Do you realize I ended up in jail again last night?

Do you realize you run like a girl?

You are such a bitch.

So do you have 50 bucks for a room or should I find somebody else who will

appreciate the finer things in life?

Just get in the car.

Rule number three, Jeff.

No one tells me what to do when I'm having a good time.

Tell you what, 20 bucks and I'll fuck you in your car.

I can't.

Dare you.

No.

Yes.

You are fucked up. You're just like me, Jeff.

The only time that you feel truly alive is when you feel the adrenaline running

through your bloodstream and your heart's pounding. And that's when you

that you're living life on the edge.

It's exciting.

Oh, yeah, it's exciting.

You are fucking amazing.

Oh, you're hooked.

And there's nothing you can do about it. Admit it.

You know, I can't understand people who can't get hooked on the rush.

And with boring lives, they must lead.

But you and I are different. We need it.

You're the most uncommon, unpredictable, unboring person I've ever met in my

life.

You scare the shit out of me.

You want everything on the edge. No correction?

You need everything on the edge.

Predictable is no fun.

That's rule number two.

If I'm not having fun, it's over.

Are you ready to have some fun?

I don't think I can handle it.

I think Jeff Jr. said something else.

This is Vicki.

She is hooked on the same thing that we are.

She loves the rush of not knowing what's going to happen to her.

Now, Vicki will do anything you ask her to do.

But you have to know how to ask her.

Do you know how to ask her?

I don't think this is a good idea.

Isn't she beautiful?

Tell her to come to you forcefully.

Vicki, come here.

Say it like you mean it.

Vicki, come here!

No.

Make her crawl.

Vicki, crawl to me.

Thank you.

Here are your messages.

Thank you.

You're late.

Boss is furious.

He set up that meeting with the client weeks ago.

Oh, shit.

No, I'm sorry.

Are you going to go into that meeting, or am I going to have to start updating

your resume?

Are you okay?

I don't know.

But my thought was we could bring more of this into play on this side.

Sorry, I'm late.

Where the fuck have you been?

Hey, I was going to cancel my contract with you after you missed two meetings

with my electrician.

However, thanks to Gabe here, I decided against it. I appreciate that, Mr.

James.

Shall we continue?

Yeah. Like I was saying, we can move more of this out.

Excuse me one second.

Doris, hold the call, please.

This isn't Doris Melonhead.

Let me speak to Jeff.

Gabe, I need to speak to Jeff now.

Can you hold, please?

That's line one for you.

Excuse me. This will just take one second.

Hello? I dare you to stay on the phone.

Look, I have to call you back. I'm in a meeting right now. I really hate that

fucking game.

I'm lying here.

I've been thinking about you.

Are you thinking about me?

Yes, I have.

But I have to call you back.

There's a little breeze coming out of the window.

Can you feel it?

Absolutely. I want to take my shirt off.

Should I?

Yes, definitely.

My shirt is off.

I can feel the breeze on my nipples.

They're getting hard.

I can see my nipples with the lace of my bra.

Can you picture that?

Yes, definitely.

I want to take my bra off.

Should I?

Absolutely.

I can feel the breeze on my nipples, tickling them.

All that's left are my panties.

I want to take them off. Should I?

Yes.

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't.

I dare you.

I'm pulling them down.

Over my knees.

The breeze is hitting you in the right spot.

I'll call you tonight.

Here's to the rush, Jeff.

I'll call you tonight.

Appreciate the call.

That's about it for you, sir. Yes,

sir, thank you very much. I appreciate you.

Yes, sir, take care.

Mr. James, I'm really sorry.

You know, I'm sure we can work this whole thing out.

You're fired!

Clean out your desk.

Gabe, set up a meeting with the electrician to go over those changes.

And don't miss it or you'll be looking for work too.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

That bitch Angela is not worth losing everything. What the fuck? Just mind

own business. You're crazy. It's fucking crazy, pal. She was trouble then and

she's trouble now. I'm telling you.

My life's imploded. Goodbye.

What happened, Dave?

Jeff got fired. I think he's been screwing around with Angela.

Angela?

Was she at the high school reunion?

Well, I didn't see her, but I guess he did.

I dated Angela in college.

Date Angela. Change your sex. I can understand that.

Sorry.

She dumped me for some rich guy, and he died a few years later.

So what's a rich widow want with a low -level architect?

Same thing I do.

Fuck it all.

Things have gotten so serious.

You've been acting kind of strange.

Baby, you don't have to worry no more.

You know it's all about to change.

You've got to give.

my time.

Cause there are games people play. Some you win and some you lose.

And if you want to give it up, you better not look down. Cause it's a

long way to the solid ground, Mr. G.

And there are games that people play. Some you win and some you lose.

And if you want to keep it up, you better not look down because it's a

long way to the solid ground. It's Xavier.

Oh, I said I know we're going to live it tonight.

Meet me here in one hour

Something

tells me this is not a good idea

You're late.

Sometimes things are better if you have to wait for me.

What happens if I'm getting tired of waiting?

Why, whatever.

You tell me then.

Gee, Angela, this is original.

Sexton and Allie.

Not quite.

No way.

Why, Jeff? What are you afraid of? Like public humiliation

falling off a building.

I dare you.

Angela, don't. Come on.

Don't you just love the night wind on your naked skin?

Yeah, when I'm on the ground. Come on.

Don't take it fair.

Look at me.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm just trying to get you over your fear of heights.

Take it.

Look.

Hold it to my head.

Hold it to my head!

What the hell are these?

Jeff, wake up.

What are they?

Does it mean anything I just got fired?

Great. Anything else you want to fuck up while you're at it?

You must think I'm some kind of kid.

Jeff, just tell me the truth.

It's a good thing I have time to cancel the wedding because obviously it's a

mistake.

I don't know what's gotten into you. It's like living with Mr. Hyde.

Don't you have anything to say?

I'm going to have it over.

I always thought Mr. Hyde was terribly misunderstood.

Hi there, big boy. Want a lift?

Not unless you're on your way to the Idiot's Anonymous meeting.

What's wrong, Jeff? You don't seem very happy.

Let's see.

Lost my job, my fiancée, and my best friend won't speak to me.

But frankly, I don't think you're worth it.

Let me tell you something.

I did not drag you kicking and screaming into my world.

That was your decision, not mine.

I got your next dare.

I am not interested.

Come on, you haven't even heard it yet.

I don't want to hear it.

It'll make you happy.

I promise.

Okay.

What is it?

Rape me. What?

You heard me.

Rape me. No.

Not this time.

Come on, it's a game.

It's over.

Come on and play with me.

I don't understand you.

I'm not supposed to understand you.

You're just supposed to understand to rush.

You let life in, Jeff.

How dare you?

No! No!

Faith, not real.

Go on, take it.

Now you listen to me.

You meet me tonight at 10 o 'clock on top of our building.

And be nasty.

You had to pick my wife to fuck around with, huh? You see gray teeth, huh?

I don't know your wife.

It's supposed to be a girl named Angela. Didn't Angela send you up here to fight

with me?

Huh? Angela set this up.

Get out.

Come on, get out. The plan was for me to kick your ass while she watched.

Yeah, she likes that.

Then by your alcohol, we were going to fuck like rabbits.

She told me to come up here so I could rape her.

Ah, shit.

She's outdone herself this time.

Look, let's try this again.

Clayton Reed.

It's your voice.

Angela!

Come on out, Angela!

God damn it, playtime's over.

Come on, God damn it, Angela, I'm tired.

Your husband's patience is very thin.

She's your wife?

That's right, she's my wife.

Shit, you shot Mr. Reed!

No!

I hope

this is part of the game.

Mitch Walker.

Mitch, it's Jeff.

What the fuck is going on, Jeff? Listen, somebody just killed Clayton Reed.

Jeff, we have the security tapes from the building that show you holding a gun

on him. What's going on?

Jeff!

Tell Cassie I'm sorry.

Jeff!

Hello.

You were right.

You don't play little girl games anymore, Mrs. Reed.

Jeff, you played with fire and you got burned. What can I say?

You fucking bitch!

No, don't be so hostile.

You know, I never told you my first and most important rule.

Always have a fall guy.

You're unbelievable.

So I've been told.

Why?

You know, just...

You know what? In fact, I am making tea on the very table that we got naked on.

God damn it.

That was your house?

I'm not stupid, Jeff.

And the guy in the car?

Clayton.

Everything was nice and safe, wasn't it, Angela?

No real adrenaline.

No real dares.

Just neat.

Tidy little scenarios to fulfill a frustrated housewife's fantasies. I was

hardly a frustrated housewife.

Just bound by a little prenuptial agreement that wasn't very generous.

Come on, Angela, face it. You're a fake. Nothing was real.

We might as well be back in high school together.

Shut up. You're fake.

You're the fake.

You were going to marry a sweet little thing and live behind a white picket

fence for the rest of your life?

That would have been a prison for you, and you know it.

Oh, that prison would be a whole lot better than the one that you're trying

put me in.

She would have sucked you dry and left you in an empty shell.

At least she's real, Angela.

You're still fake.

Now it's my turn.

Murder your husband for the insurance money?

You know, this is very, very boring.

Which breaks rule number four.

Let me go!

You've been in control ever since high school, Angela.

Let's see how you like being in control for a change.

What's the matter, huh?

Y 'all out of dares?

Let me go, you little fuck!

Such language.

Grandma, we don't know less.

I will have you charged for kidnapping.

You're going to arrest me for jaywalking, too?

See, Angela?

You see?

It cannot get any worse.

The murder won.

Get the hell out of my house rule number three no one ever tells me what to do

Don't fuck with me.

So your ego's so huge?

You think you're the only one that can play games?

You don't know the first thing about playing games.

See? But you forgot one little thing.

I was a chess club champion back in high school.

What can I do to help? Nothing. Just stay out of the way, okay?

You expect me to sit by and let this happen?

Gabe, Jeff is a big boy. He played with fire. He got burned. There's nothing you

or I can do about it.

Damn it, you know he's not capable of murder. Gabe, I'm not even on the case.

Not officially, but you can do something. What could I do? He should

to me. Now he's on the run. He looks guilty as hell. Maybe he is.

Don't you see? It's just like high school. It's Angela.

I need some proof.

Really too bad.

What's that?

The only thing you do well is fuck.

This reminds me of rule number two.

When it's no fun for me, it's over.

But I'm having fun.

Get up.

I know, Angela. There's got to be something rotten in her past. Talk to

They used to date.

Lesbian? Sex change.

Oh, cut me some slack, all right, already?

Sure. Especially since Lacey's slack has already been cut.

Mitch. All right. We'll talk to Lacey and look into Angela's past.

It's just like high school. At some point, her ego's going to get in the

Hello?

Angela?

Hello? Come on now, Angela.

Fuck you!

Mrs. Reed?

I'm sorry. Who is this?

It's Mitch. Mitch Walker from the police department.

We just wanted to see how you're holding up.

Not too well.

Is someone bothering you?

No. I can handle it.

If we can help, please call.

Okay, thank you.

You're right.

Something's up.

You know what to do, right?

Are you sure about this? Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

It's just part of the game that I play.

Just keep it busy.

Most important, have fun.

I came to finish what we started at the motel.

You were supposed to forget about that.

It was a little too unforgettable for that.

Did Jeff send you here?

Jeff who?

Bye.

Did you have fun?

You can call me anytime.

Thanks for your help.

Fuck me again. Why?

I love to rush.

But darling, fuck me and I'm fucked over.

Not

here.

Fuck me and get on the rooftop.

Why should I?

I already got what I wanted.

It's not my body you want.

It's the rest of my mind.

Take it.

I dare you.

I'll meet you on the rooftop at midnight.

It's

me.

Just kidnap me is taking me up to the rooftop

Let the games begin.

I thought you were afraid of heights.

Heights?

I'm nothing compared to you.

So everything was a lie?

Almost.

Come on now.

Tell me the truth.

You were too easy to set up, Tess.

You see, Clayton...

We're just another in a long line of panties.

So you've done this before?

Oh, yes.

And now it's time for the ultimate dare.

This is it, right? Huh? This is it.

This is how it ends.

We're ruining it, Jeff.

It's supposed to be part of the game.

The game's over.

Game is never over.

Angela?

Now, it's our turn.

It's perfect, Mitch.

It's too perfect.

Let's finish this up. Where is my cut?

Rule number four.

No one, absolutely no one, tells me what to do.

I need as much as to stay away.

Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

Let me go.

Let me go, Jeff.

Tell me about Clayton.

You see, Clayton broke all my rules.

So I had to put rule number one into effect.

Always have a tall guy.

Get it?

What about Mitch?

Mitch tried to own me, and he was making up his own rules.

No one owns me, Jeff!

Let me go!

Let me go, Jeff! No, Angela, hold on! Let me go!

Hang on!

I dare you!

Things have gotten so serious.

You've been acting kind of strange.

Baby, you don't have to worry no more.

You know it's all about to change.

You've got to give.

I feel like walking the line.

I feel mischievous.

I can't be wasting my time.

It's a mighty long way to the falling ground, Mr. G.

And then.