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SAM:
Has Ryan had
any emotional issues,

visits to the school
psychologist?

No.

What about grades?

Any fluctuations
lately?

No, he's pretty much
an A-minus student
every term--

excels in science,

takes AP Physics,
won some awards.

SAM:
You told the police

that Ryan disappeared
after the lunch period.

He missed
three classes.

Um, is he prone
to skipping classes?

No, actually, he's had
a perfect attendance record.

Well, why weren't
his parents notified then?

There are over 3,000 students
in this school

and we do our best
with limited resources.

Here's his locker.

It's, uh, 1252.

Have you seen
this before?

No.

MAN:
Hey, Martin,
welcome back.

Thanks.

VIVIAN:
Hey,

look who's back.

Hey.
How you doing?

Oh, I'm doing great.

Aww.
How you doing?

Well, I've been back
a week already.

People went missing, we have
to find them, right?

Yeah, right.

So who do we got
on the board?

Ryan Wallace,

15 year old,
last seen

H.S. 402

during lunch
yesterday.

His mom's out of town.

She's a flight attendant,

but I'm heading over
to his apartment

to interview his sister.

Okay.

Look, I'm sure Jack
will call you

when things
get rolling.

Yeah, I'm sure he will.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

When's your mother
going to be back?

I don't know.

I left word
with the airline,

but she's already
on her way to Detroit.

I'm sure
she'll turn around

as soon as her plane
touches down.

How often is she
out of town?

Two to three days a week,
depends on the time of year.

What about your father?

He was killed six years ago.

How?

He was mugged.

Well, what with your father gone
and your mother away a lot,

it must be very tough on Ryan.

Yeah, he worries.

About what?

Everything.

It only got worse after 9/11.

Why's that?

Because he was there that day.

He saw the planes hit.

He saw the people jumping
out of the buildings.

Is that his room?

Yeah.

I can't imagine his mother being
a flight attendant helps any.

Well, he's always
going on

about how she needs
anti-missile systems.

He gets kind of
crazy about it.

Someone wrote the words
"The End"

on his school locker.

Do you have any idea
what that means?

No.

Do you know where he hangs out
after school?

No.

Look, I'm sorry.

I-I have two jobs.

I don't know where Ry goes

or what he does,
or anything.

But you were with him the night
before he disappeared?

Yeah.

Did you notice
anything unusual?

I was running in from work.

I barely had time to talk,
but yeah.

Yeah, he-he was acting kind of
out of it.

Hey, Ry,
how you doing?

Fine.

Superman marathon?

Lots of fat
Marlon Brando

about to appear in
the ice castle, right?

Fortress of Solitude.

You want to watch?

Oh, love to,
but us sexy secretaries

are having
a girl's night.

Woo-hoo!

Whatever.

Hello?

Hey, Charlie,

what up, big guy?

Yeah, hold on.

Maybe he can come over.

Tell him I'm not here right now.

You've seen this
like a million times.

I just don't want to talk.

He'll call
you back, okay?

Okay, bye.

I shouldn't have gone out.

I should have stayed and watched
that stupid movie.

Who's Charlie?

His best friend,
Charlie Lane.

They've been inseparable
since like the third grade.

And what can you
tell me about him?

Charlie's big,

kind of not so bright.

Ryan skipped
the second grade,

because he's like
this genius.

And they sort
of found each other.

Charlie protects Ryan.

Ryan does
Charlie's homework.

Perfect pair, huh?

Do you have any idea

why your brother didn't want
to talk to him?

No.

No, I can't imagine.

Does Ryan have any friends
in your class?

I haven't really noticed anyone
that he hangs around with.

Anyone ever pick on him?

Well, you know, it was
just the anniversary of 9/11.

So I thought it would be
a good time

to debate the issue

of putting a new
skyscraper at ground zero.

Ryan had some pretty
strong opinions about it.

It's about pride, you know?

We have to rebuild this
for ourselves.

Okay, very good, Marisa.

Anyone else think
of any other reasons?

Any other opinions?

Ryan?

I was just going to say,

maybe it's not such a good idea
to build there.

BOY:
Oh, yeah?

What ideas
you got, Tiny?

A monument
would be more appropriate.

Not another
billion-dollar target.

Well, damn, so you just want
to let them terrorist dogs win?

All I'm saying is,

they hit us in '93,
and we still didn't protect it.

People just went right back
to work there.

What did they expect?

BOY:
So what
are you saying?

That the people who died
in them towers were stupid?

No. The government should have
done a better job
protecting them.

My uncle was a janitor
in Building One.

Was he stupid?

Take it easy, Laquan.

They're not looking out for us.

I mean,

do you really feel safer today
than before?

Laquan, sit down.

Laquan!

Are you okay, Ryan?

Yeah.

I shouldn't have let it go
that far.

But I wanted to give them the
chance to open up about it.

Are any of these kids violent?

They've had hard lives.

Some of them can be, sure.

Can Laquan be violent?

Well, yes.

But he's on a student
government trip.

He's been in DC since
yesterday morning.

Mm-hmm.

Really.

Okay. Uh...

Okay, if that's the
case, let's expand it

five blocks in every direction.

Mm-hmm.

Canvas.

Uh, right, Delancey
to the North.

Okay, look,
I got to run.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

You look good.

Thanks. I feel good.

How's the physical therapy?

Eh, you know,
it's coming along good.

That's great.

Um, we have a bunch
of stuff coming in

from Ryan's apartment.

I'd appreciate it if you
could look through it,

see what you can dig up.

All right.

I can do that.

It's good to see you back.

Jack, you got a sec?

Sure.

I was just wondering

when you were going to take off
the training wheels.

What's that supposed
to mean?

You're barely letting me do
any interviews.

You're limiting my time out
in the field.

I mean, I should be out there
at the school

helping Danny and Sam.

You just had
major surgery.

And my doctors say that my heart
is stronger than ever.

Look, I'm just
not comfortable

putting you back out
in the field yet.

So what would you like me to do,
besides check my emails?

The kid's computer

is in the tech room.
I mean...

you can check that,
if you want.

( balls bouncing,
whistle blows )

Yo, Charlie!

Keep playing, fellas.

Come here.

This is Agent Spade
from the FBI.

She wants
to talk to you

about Ryan Wallace.

All right?

How you doing?

Is Ryan still gone?

Yeah. Um...
let's take a seat.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

No. Sorry.

You're his
best friend, right?

Uh... we don't
really hang anymore.

Since when?

Couple of months.

What happened?

I failed Algebra,
and hooked up

with some guys
at summer school.

Wow. Seven years of friendship
over just like that?

We were little when
we started hanging out.

You know, things change.

I've got a girlfriend now.

I mean,
we grew apart,

It happens. No big deal.

Why did you call
his house the other night?

What do you mean?

Well, Ryan's sister
said you called.

I felt bad
about something

that happened
that day at lunch.

You probably
already know
all about it.

No, I don't.

Why don't you tell me?

Well, we were all
kind of hard on him.

Aw!

Check it out, y'all.

9/11 boy reads comic books.

You sure that's okay
with Osama, stubby?

What? Are we

too stupid for you?

You ain't
gonna talk to us?

Ooh!

Techno Riot.
That sounds

scary, buddy.

Yo, I said,

are we too
stupid for you?

Is that it?

Or are you just
a scared little bitch?

He's gonna cry.
Aw!

Are you
gonna cry now?

Get the hell away from me,

you morons!

Charlie.

Dude.

What the
hell, man?

You gotta
do something

about that.

Oh, my!

Dude!

Oh, Yeah!

That's what I'm
talking about,
little bitch.

I guess he is just
a scared little bitch.

That's right, man.

It was a stupid
thing to do.

I know it was.

That's why I was
calling him, to apologize.

These friends of yours,
were they done with him,

or did they have plans
to go at him again?

No, that was it.

They wouldn't do
much more than that.

Do you, uh... do you
know where Ryan hangs out

when he's not in school?

No. Not anymore.

Oh, um... did you
see his locker today?

Yeah, I saw that.

But I didn't do it.

I didn't ask you
if you did it.

Do you know
what it means?

I don't know.
No clue.

Any luck with the hard drive?

Just homework papers so far.

Up to our asses
in Marie Antoinette
letting everybody

eat cake.

Martin Fitzgerald,
meet James Mackeroy.

Hey. You can...
you can call me Mack.

All right, Mack.

Lot of things
changing around here.

For the, uh... for
the better, I hope.

VIVIAN:
How we doing
on the canvassing?

It's been expanded,
but nothing so far.

Johnson.

So, I, uh... I... I heard
what happened to you.

Six weeks, and you're
back on the job.

That's pretty impressive.

I had good nurses.

Right.

VIVIAN:
Handwriting expert says
that it was Ryan

who wrote "The End"
on his locker.

So, do we

have any files
with "The End" in them?

We'll check.

Here's one from, uh...
from a couple of days ago.

That's the school.

WOMAN:
Let's go! Let's go, kids.

Let's go.
Move away from the school.

All right. Bomb squad's in.
Nothing yet.

NYPD is doing
a room-to-room

to make sure all the kids
are out. All right?

Okay. Where the hell you going?

To help with the room-to-room.

PD's got it covered.
I don't want you

going back in that building.
You understand?

Yeah. I understand.

We got a problem here?

No. No problem
at all, sir.

Great.

Go talk to school security.

Press them on the last 48 hours.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Are you
with the police?

Uh... yes. FBI.

Now, would you
please get behind
the barricade?

I'm Ben Harrison.

I was Ryan's Social Studies
teacher last year.

Tell me what you know,
Mr. Harrison.

Well, when I heard
Ryan was missing,

I didn't put it together.

But now,
with all this...

Put what together?

Near the end of the year,
we were...

we were getting ready
for final projects.

That's what I do in my class
instead of a final exam

because it
encourages them to...

Please, Mr. Harrison, spare me
the teaching philosophy.

Just cut to the chase.
Right.

Well, Ryan pitched me
a project idea on school safety.

And, at first, it sounded
like an interesting concept.

Then he really
blindsided me.

You want to create a plan
to bomb the school?

I'll expose the holes
in security,

and the administration
will be forced

to implement appropriate
safety measures.

That's very clever,
but it's just
too inflammatory.

Exactly. That's the only way
to get anyone's attention.

You know they'll only react
when something happens.

But then it'll be too late.

Ryan, are... are you afraid

something's going
to happen to you?

I'm afraid for everyone.

Last month, I saw a kid
with a gun in his locker.

How did it get through
the metal detectors?

Can you tell me that?

Who was it?

I don't know.

Well, did you report it?

You don't get it.

Anyone could do

anything anytime.

We're no safer than the people
in those towers.

And no one
is paying any attention.

Look, I respect
your passion,

but you know I can't let you
move forward with it.

And I got him to calm down,
and he apologized.

He... he promised
he'd stop working on it

if I didn't report him.

Well, as long as he promised.

Mr. Harrison,
that's a cry for help.

Did you contact his mother?

I thought it was handled.

Looks like the kid's right.

Nobody is paying attention.

So what are we
dealing with here--

school bomber
or safety advisor?

I don't know, but
this kid is pretty smart.

I mean, these are
detailed schedules

of when the security guards
change shifts,

when the janitor props
the doors open.

Cunning little kid.

Mmm. Cunning and wounded--
a dangerous combination.

Yeah.

MARTIN:
Talking about me?

Hey!

Hi.

Here. Let me.
Oh, thanks.

Why... welcome back.

You, um...

Left my top hat
in the car.

You look good.

Thanks. You, too.

Thanks.

How's... how's it coming
with the comic books?

I looked at them in his room.

There are no receipts,

no bags with store
imprints on them.

They could have
come from anywhere.

The Wart.

Looks like an indie.

Does that mean limited release?

Yeah. It could be.

Let's check out their Web site.

All right.

Okay, it is
limited release.

Only sold at three
newsstands in New York--

one on Staten Island,

one in Brooklyn,
and one in Manhattan...

Downtown.
...downtown.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm Special
Agent Taylor.

I'm with the FBI.

To what do
I owe this honor?

The honor is mine.

Do you recognize this kid?

Sure. He's always here.

He's a comic book freak.

When's the last time
you saw him?

Uh... yesterday afternoon.

Why

No. He's missing.

Oh, gosh. I...

What?
Oh, I don't know.

It didn't seem
like no big thing,

but now that you
say he's missing, maybe...

Hope the good guys
kick some tush.

Thanks.
Enjoy.

They talked for a little while,
then the kid got in.

Do you remember what
kind of a car it was?

Yeah. It was a mid-'80s
Oldsmobile Cutlass, maybe

yellow, gold
or something.

Good memory.
Did it look

like he knew
the guy inside the car?

Figured it's the kid
that he comes here with.

What kid?

Oh, I don't know no names.

A big guy.

Big. Big as in tall?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Terrell Grant?

I'm Mr. Grant.

Jack Malone, FBI.

You sure it's safe
to go back in?

There's no bomb.
Other than that,
you're on your own.

Now, I understand that
you're Charlie Lang's
study hall teacher?

That's right.

You know where he is?

I haven't seen him.

Was he in study hall
yesterday afternoon?

No. He said he had
a doctor's appointment.

Anybody else absent?

Just, uh... Lance.

Lance Carson.

You wouldn't know
what kind of car

Lance drives, would you?

I think I saw him

in an old Cutlass.

Thank you.

BOY:
Watch this!

What the hell you want?
You from the V.A.?

You Todd Crenshaw?

Yeah.

Special Agent Malone.

This is
Special Agent Taylor.

We're from the FBI.

Feds. You gonna give me
another medal

for outstanding service
in the guard?

We're just wondering

if we could take a look around
inside your place.

What's this about?

Is your son
Lance around?

He's probably still in school.

We've been looking
for this kid.

You seen him?

Yeah. He was with Lance
and another boy yesterday.

They were goofing around
in the basement.

Do you mind?

Knock yourself out.

Clear.

What is it?

Hey.

Okay, preliminary
forensics confirm

it's Ryan's blood and urine.

Abu Ghraib comes
to high school.

Yeah.

And Lance's father
didn't hear anything.

You buy that?

I don't know.

He might've been doped up
on painkillers.
Hmm.

Hey, Ryan's mother just
got in from Detroit.

What about Charlie?
MIA.

His parents say they
have no idea where he is,

but you know
how that goes.

So we're gonna monitor

their apartment building
and their phones.

Okay. Why don't you
interview Ryan's mother.

Sam, put out an APB
on Charlie.

Okay.
All right.

Okay.
Thanks.

I'm Special Agent Malone.

Hm. Impressive title.

Oh, you're a funny guy.

These are pretty impressive,
don't you think?

That's my basement.
So what?

Yeah, you really should
tidy it up

after you finish
torturing your classmates.

What?
You duct-taped Ryan
to a chair,

and you shocked him
with an electrical cord.
No, I didn't.

Yeah, we found his blood
on the chair,

and his urine on the floor.

Do not mess with me.

All right, look, man.

Okay, we shocked
him a little.

All right?
But we had no choice.

You had no choice?

Life's full of choices--
you just chose

20 to life.

Look, he went all section
eight sicko on us, man.

He totally schizzed out.

I'm doing it.
What?

The bomb plan--
and you're gonna go
to jail for it.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Give us a minute.

I'm gonna give
all the plans
to the police.

Your fingerprints
are all over 'em.
But we did it

for fun-- it
was just a dumb
school project.

You said we would
never really do it

for real.
Well, now we are.

Ryan, I'm sorry
about lunch today.

Come on, man, let's just
forget about it, okay?

I never would have done that
to you. Never.

I'm gonna plant the bomb,

but I'm gonna change
the location

so you'll never find it in time.

Tomorrow afternoon
at 5:00...

your life is over.

You know, Charlie tried
calling him that night,

you know, to talk him
down, but the twerp

wouldn't even come
to the phone.

Why didn't you call
the police?

We couldn't. Charlie had helped
make the plan with him.

I mean, he had no alibi,
and there was no time.

What would the police do?

Get out of my air space.
Just sit back.

So you what, you went
and got Ryan in your dad's car?

No, I gave Charlie the car.

He knew where Ryan would be,
and we met back at my place.

Where you proceeded
to torture him.

Look, we were just
gonna scare him.

Rough him up some
to get the location

of the bomb out of him,
but he was being
a wise-ass, man.

I mean, he wouldn't
tell us nothing!

Look... I know what's up
in the world, man, okay?

I know.

And sometimes you got
to get it done.

Where's the bomb, freak?

In your ass, with your head.

Where's the bomb!?
Damn it, Ryan,
it's almost 4:00.

Just tell us where it is.

We'll get it out of him.
What are you doing?

Taking care of business.

Oh...

I'm wet; now I'll
tell you everything.

Shut up, Ry!
This is your last chance, Ryan.

Or what

Whoa, Lance, Lance,
just wait.
There's no time, Charlie!

We have to handle this.

CHARLIE:
Come on, Ryan,
just tell us where it is.

I made it up.

I made it all up.
There's no bomb.

What?

I'm sorry.

I was just trying
to scare you.

Charlie, please...

Get in there.

Where's the bomb?!

He said he didn't do it!
Shut up! Where is it?

Where's the bomb, man?
Come on, you guys.

Come on!
Where?!

Where Where?!

:
It's in the boiler.

The boiler room.

See that?

So did you find the bomb?

No.

I just...
I figured he lied

about where he put it.

Why do you think I wasn't
in school today?

So self-preservation trumped
the safety of your classmates.

Look, this was Ryan and
Charlie's thing, all right?

I had nothing
to do with this.

What happened
when you got back
to the basement?

They were both gone.
You talk to Charlie?

No, I-I haven't
seen him since.

I-I don't know what
he did with Ryan.

I don't understand.

Apparently Charlie believed

that Ryan was gonna
bomb the school.

That they had actually
worked out a plan together.

What?

Did you know
anything about it?

He wouldn't...

Ryan would never hurt anyone.

Ever since his father died,

all he's ever wanted to do
was protect people.

You should see the way he
worries about me when I go away.

You've known Charlie Lang
for a while, right?

Yes.
Has he ever

acted violently before
toward Ryan?

No, of course not.
They love each other.

I can't...

I can't imagine what
must be going on
with Charlie. I...

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey.

How have you been?
Yeah, I'm okay.

Uh, tough case to
come back to, huh?

Yeah, sure is.

Look, Martin, I'm...

I'm sorry that I
haven't come to see
you in a while.

Come on, man,
there's no worries.

I mean, I was, uh,
kind of out of it anyway.

So... it's-it's cool.

Cool. All right,
I'm gonna head
back to my desk.

I want to finish
this, all right?
All right.

It's good to see you.

We get any pops
on Charlie's cell?

No, looks like it's
still in the Big Apple.

We tried him
from his parents'

and his grandparents' numbers.

He's not biting; Jack's
gonna try something with Lance.

Whatever happened
to wedgies?
Yeah.

What's the deal, man?

Sit down.

Charlie have any reason
to fear you?
No.

I want you to pick up
your phone and call him.

All right, but, uh...

'kay, then you got to
do something for me.

Like...

you know, immunity.

Immunity from what?

From what we did to Ryan.

What'd you do to Ryan?

I already told you.

I think you killed him.

What?
I think you killed
Charlie, too.

Why would I kill Charlie?
Because, you were
afraid he'd fold.

No. Hey, hey, no!
Listen, to me.

I told you the truth, man.

Let me tell you
something,

if we don't find
your friend,

the truth's not
gonna matter.

Juries convict
sick bastards like you

every day,
and five minutes later

they go and get
a book deal.
No, I'm...

You draw the wrong judge,
the one that's looking

to run for governor,
we're talking lethal injection.

You're 17--
they can try you
as an adult.

But I swear to God,
I didn't kill anyone!

Then pick up the phone
and call your friend

and prove to me that he's okay.

I want you to tell him

that everything is okay
and that you're in the clear.

Lance, what's going on, man?

Are they after us?

LANCE:
No, uh, everything's cool, bro.

Uh...

yeah, they're...
we're in the clear.

CHARLIE:
You sure, man?

I mean, how do you know?
Got him. He's downtown.

LANCE:
I just do.

They're not after us, dude.

Are you sure?

Tell him
you'll pick him up.
Yeah.

Listen, I'll come
pick you up, all right?

I don't know, man.

I don't know,
I'm all messed up, dude.

Ask him why.
Why?

:
I feel so bad.

I feel so bad about what we did.

Charlie, I need you to stay calm

and to stay put--
we're tracking you,

and we're coming to pick you up.

What

I'm with the FBI.

We want to help you.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Charlie, I need you to stay calm
and start talking to me.

They're in here.

Hi, sweetheart.

Sit down, Charlie.

Where's Ryan?

I already told her
I don't know.

You were the last one
to see him alive, Charlie.

Honey, if you know anything,
you've got to tell them.

But I don't.
I was the one that let him go.

So what, you tortured him,
had a little chitchat,

and said good

Hey, we agreed to do this
without a lawyer.

Just go easy.

I'm not going easy, Mr. Lang.

Your son tortured his friend,

and doesn't want
to face the consequences.

Charlie.

Something else happened
in that basement.

Why don't you tell us
what it was?

Ryan was so messed up.

I just wanted him to leave.

Why'd you let him do
that, Charlie?

Shut up, dude.
Just shut up.

I didn't.

I didn't plant the bomb.

I never even
assembled it.

What?

I was just trying to scare you.

You're crazy, man,

you're totally crazy.

You were my best friend,
Charlie.

What happened?

Nothing, man.

I made new friends.

Why couldn't you just, why
couldn't you just accept that?

Why couldn't you just
leave me alone?

Just go.

Just get out of here.

So just let me clarify this.
There is no bomb?

That's what he said.

But we had all
the materials.

Oh, Charlie!

Oh, my God.

Ryan said it was the only way
we could

get the school
to take us seriously.

You know, to prove
that we could do it.

So what about the components,
where did you keep them?

At Ryan's house.

We searched Ryan's house.
We didn't find anything.

It's in a plastic box
on the roof.

We searched the roof.

We searched the entire building.

Then he must have it.

But we kept the detonator
in Ryan's closet for safety.

I don't understand.

I thought you said he didn't
do it, it was a prank.

It was, but we think that after
what Lance and Charlie did

to him, he came back here and
was going to do it for real.

Now I need you
to think, Claire.

Is there any possibility

that he could have come back
here last night,

when you were at work?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

He was here.

Bomb squad's on its way.

If you find him, just sit tight.
No cell phones or walkies.

I don't want to set
this thing off.

* This is the End *

* Beautiful friend *

* This is the End *

* My only friend the End *

* Of our elaborate plans
the End *

* Of everything that stands
the End *

* No safety or surprise
the End *

* I'll never look into
your eyes *

* Again *

I shouldn't have been able
to get in here.

You're right.

The janitor always leaves
the north door open

when he's cleaning at night.

Well, we'll talk to school
security about that, okay?

Ryan, my name's Danny Taylor.
I'm with the FBI.

I'd like to talk to you,

if that's okay with you.

I've been trying to decide
whether to do it now,

or wait until everyone
comes in tomorrow.

SPADE :
What the hell is he doing?

He's trying to get
himself killed.

Ryan, I know everything
that you've gone through.

What do you know?

I know about your father.

I know that you were
downtown on 9/11.

I know that your best friend
Charlie turned his back on you.

I also know what they did
to you in that basement.

I don't want it anymore.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

Ryan, you've got
to think about

your mom
and your sister.

They love you so much.

Ryan, they want you
to come home.

Can you do that?

No.

Ryan, we could get you help.

You could go to another school.

You never have to come
back here again.

I can't.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on!

Come here.

Bomb squad said the wire
in the detonator separated.

Otherwise, uh...

Yeah.

Look, I'll see you
back at...

Okay.

What is the matter with you?
What is up with you?

Are you feeling invincible?
Is that it?

That kid opened up and I took
an opportunity.

That's it.
Shut up!

We had a chance
to talk that kid down,

and now he has to live
the rest of his life

knowing that he pressed
that button, and so do you.

You keep screwing up,

and you're going to be doing
brick time in two seconds flat.

Do not mess with me.

It's going to be
pretty tough for Ryan.

At least he'll get
the attention he needs.

How you doing?

You know, working out
the cobwebs,

but it's good to be back.

We're going to add a new agent
to the squad.

Because of me?

No.

We're just spread too thin.

It's starting to take its toll.

I thought it was necessary.

Yeah.

Well, whatever works.

Just giving you a heads up.

So you're good?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fantastic.

Okay.