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You're about to be let in on the most
highly classified data America holds.

We have a device that can allow us
to send one human being back in time.

Seven days.

We're going to undo that event.

Let's do it again.

They're all in there.

President accounted for.

Yes, sir.

Let's do it.

Hi.

Hi.

Is Danny sick today?

Yeah.

Gotta run.

Allison, did Rebecca just leave?

Mm-hmm.

She looked like she was in a hurry.

What? Is something wrong?

Well, I...

Ramsey, you okay?

Hypocrisy.

What?

That's what's going to
be this culture's downfall.

Not a threat from without.

If we can handle that, it's
going to come from within.

Complete moral implosion.

Ramsey, what are you talking about?

You know the big fight next Friday night?

Yeah.

Well, the fix is in.

Marcinko's going down in the first.

You're kidding me. Where'd you get this?

A buddy of mine over in the Bureau.

He's conducting an undercover
investigation of boxing.

It's a done deal.

Mob's going to make a killing on that one.

I don't get it, but Cinko's
supposed to be Mr. Clean.

Yeah, tell me about it.

He's my nephew's hero.

Now he's going to get
suspended, maybe even go to jail.

I mean, what's that supposed to
do to a kid in their formative years?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't worry
about your nephew too much.

He's always got his uncle to look up to.

Later, Ramsey.

Yes?

Hey, can I use your phone?

Sure.

No, I need to use your cell
phone, the one from off base.

Why do you need to use that one?

I need to make a personal call.

I don't want Ramsey listening in.

You know how he taps
the phones around here.

So who do you need to
call that's so very secret?

My bookie.

No, really, who do you need to call?

No, really, my bookie.

So can I use it?

You know, you might want to examine
your compulsion for gambling, Mr. Parker.

Really, it's a disease like
alcoholism or sex addiction.

I don't have any
compulsions, Miss Vukovich.

I have hobbies, interests, things I enjoy.

Lenny, hi.

Parker, Frank Parker.

Yeah, anyway, the
Masenko-Johnson fight Friday night.

I got a feeling about this one.

Lenny, Lenny, Lenny, Lenny, come on.

That was last week.

This week I'm good.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

This fight is over before it even starts.

Masenko's going to kill this boy.

You read horoscopes, Donovan?

What?

I was reading Masenko's horoscope.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, you read horoscopes.

Uh-huh, and it's going to
be a very bad night for him.

But Johnson, on the other
hand, his Mars is squaring Pluto.

He's going to be a warrior.

It's a mismatch, man.

Johnson is a ham and egger.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Oh, yeah?

You want to bet?

Oh, what, you got some
inside scoop or something?

I ain't saying nothing.

Except that I bet for him.

Oh, man, you're nuts.

Pro boxing isn't fixed anymore.

Is that right?

Let's watch.

And there's the bell.

George Johnson taking the
aggressive move right off the top.

Moving Marsenko over to his corner.

That's it, that's it.

Shut him up.

That's it, that's it.

Shut him up, huh?

What'd I tell you?

Johnson is still the only
one to throw a punch.

Marsenko quickly blocking them all off.

I don't think that any
of them can get that far.

Get up, you big girl!

Oh, this isn't happening.

No, no, no, no, no.

Winner and still champion.

Turncoat son of a bitch.

Marsenko?

No, Ramsey.

Very funny, Ramsey.

Very funny.

Well, sums up.

Yeah, I'm broke is what's up.

Five days ago, an NSA
data analysis office in Los

Angeles was bombed by a
person or persons unknown.

Fifteen of sixteen operatives were
killed along with eight innocent civilians.

How deep was Archmore's cover?

Deep. No one outside the
agency should have known about it.

Why was the L.A.
office specifically targeted?

Were they working on a particularly
sensitive project of some kind?

Not that I know of.

Like a score of other facilities, Archmore
processed agency financial transactions.

Really, it was nothing more
than an accountancy office.

You said fifteen of the
sixteen operatives were killed.

Who was the survivor?

A computer programmer named Rebecca Rhodes.

Codename Teddy Bear.

Teddy Bear?

Does she know anything?

She was conveniently outside the
building when the explosion occurred,

and now she's disappeared,
making her a prime suspect.

That's a back step in North Korea.

The NSA panel is meeting at this moment,

so I have to believe there's
more to this than meets the eye.

I've got a very strong
feeling, yes, we will be a go.

Frank, this is the background
information on Miss Rhodes.

Read and memorize all of it.

The rest of us will get the
device online and ready to go.

I have the kind of mind that's
always processing information.

I'm amazed at all the things I
think about during a single day.

I'm like that little toy bunny on TV.

My mind just keeps
going and going and going.

What kind of books do
you read, Miss Rhodes?

Actually, I like mysteries.

Intrigue, suspense, trying
to figure out who the villain is.

Your test scores were
in the highest percentile.

You're obviously very bright.

Thanks.

But you prefer not to appear
that way, don't you, Miss Rhodes?

What do you mean?

You seem to go to great
lengths to appear almost simple.

Your basic, run-of-the-mill,
all-American girl.

Can we talk about your childhood?

You were raised an orphan?

Yes.

And there was trouble for you at one of
the institutions you were brought up in.

Um...

That wasn't a perfect situation.

I... I what?

Isn't it true you were
quite a problem, John?

Then again, I guess murderers
come in all shapes and sizes.

We're not sure she's
guilty of anything yet.

She could be dead for all we know.

There was this teacher
there at the institution.

Had kind of a cruel streak.

Some things happened.

They transferred me.

Oh, poor little thing.

Abused in her youth so now
she could take it out on the world.

Hey, we got the word.

Back steps ago, you leave at dawn.

Pre-flight now.

Time to hit it, buddy.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

We're at the end of day six.

You'll be arriving back
in time with just over

24 hours to operate before
the Archmore bombing.

Should be enough.

Do you have no arm for Miss
Rhodes to rest in your NSA ID?

Yeah.

Good luck, Frank.

Get that little traitor
and put him behind bars.

You bet.

Inbound to flight.

Go.

Inbound to flight.

Main reactor to 100%.

Engage.

Oh!

This is Conundrum.
Put me through to Talmadge.

Right away. Hold on, Conundrum.

We have a Condition 1 event.
The clock is at 25 hours and counting.

Where are you, Frank?

Payphone in Los Angeles.

Are you all right?

Oh, so you do care about me.

I care about the mission, Mr. Parker.

We're all ears, Frank.
What's the situation?

I'm on my way to stop
an NSA data analysis

company called Archmore
from being blown up.

Now notify the Western
Region Section Chief.

Tell him what's going
on and that I'm bringing

in a suspect by the
name of Rebecca Rhodes.

Billy!

So, what's Saddam Hussein up to these days?

Oh, um, nothing good.

Well, if you need help with your
data analysis, you know who to call.

I'm sorry, Rebecca. Need to know.

No. Need to keep Rebecca out of the loop.

Morning, sir.

How's that coffee? Nice and hot?

Chuck, how are you?
As you can see, I'm hard at work here.

Wait a minute. Do I see the
word Zebra on your screen again?

I found this, Chuck.
You said I could work on it, remember?

I've been trying to find
a reason these accounts

don't balance, so I
started poking around.

What I distinctly remember saying
was your assigned duties come first.

But I really think there's something here.

Like unauthorized funds going into Zebra.

Whatever Zebra is.

Are you aware of the time?

Leaving now.

Yes, finally. Wow.

Rebecca, go.

Yes, sir.

Luther, Bradley Talmadge.

The Bradley Talmadge? Alive and in person?

Last I heard, they
salted you away in some

mysterious research
project in the Nevada desert.

Luther, I have some rather
unpleasant news, I'm afraid.

The group I'm currently
working with may have

uncovered a rogue agent
in one of your offices.

What are you doing
snooping around my billy wig

without me knowing about
it? That's a no-no, Bradley.

Under ordinary circumstances, it would be.

You oversee a data analysis company in
Los Angeles named Archmore, do you not?

Name seems to ring a bell.

Rebecca Rhodes, codenamed Teddy Bear.
We think she's the probable wild card.

One of my operatives is in Los Angeles now.
He has authorization to pick her up.

Don't even think about interrogating one of
my subordinates without me being present.

Luther, that's why I called.

Is your man bringing Rhodes
here to this local office?

Those are his orders. Don't worry,
Luther, he'll deliver her safe and sound.

You watch where you're
going, why don't you?

I was, Miss Rhodes.

How do you know my name?

Frank Parker, NSA.
I have a warrant for your arrest.

Arrest for what?

Can't tell you. My orders are
to bring you in for questioning.

Get your hand off me!

Do that again, I'll... What?

You can't do that.

All right, in the car.

Now.

You're a good little girl.
We're all spanking.

I am a good little girl.
I didn't do anything.

Save it, Miss Rhodes.

What is it, Allison? What's the problem?

This man just grabbed Rebecca.
He's handcuffed her inside a car.

That's him.

Who's the man?

Mr. Peters. Allison.

How do you know who we are?

Frank Parker. I'm with the agency.

We have strong
evidence that Archmore is

targeted to be bombed
within the next 24 hours.

Bombed?

Where does your data come from?

The explosives may
already be in place, sir. I

suggest you start evacuating
the building immediately.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
What's going on with Rebecca?

She's under arrest. Get the building
cleared, Mr. Peters. Do it now.

Oh my God, what happened?

You know damn well what happened.
You moved up the timetable, didn't you?

What are you talking
about? You're crazy. Look,

I didn't do this.
You've got to let me go.

So you can disappear like last time?

Last time?

What did I say?

Why are people shooting at us?

They were shooting at you, teddy bear.
Maybe they don't need you anymore.

How do you know my company?

I'm NSA, remember? Guess
who else was NSA? Your

boyfriend over there,
the water delivery guy.

I've never seen that guy before in my life.

Any idea what went wrong?

I warned Peters, walked outside and whammo.

You still have Ms. Rhodes, Frank?

Yeah.

Get her to the NSA
regional office immediately.

Not so fast, Tommy. Right after the
explosion, two guys started shooting at us.

I nailed one of them,
but get this. He was

carrying an NSA ID, a
guy named Richard Maltz.

Parker, just bring
the girl in. This will all

be sorted out after you
come in from the cold.

I don't think so, Ramsey.
I don't trust NSA right now.

Frank.

No, listen to me. Something's wrong.

The deal is, I hand over
teddy bear to you and you only.

Now fire up the gold stream
and meet me in Los Angeles.

Look, Parker, this is no time for games.

Yeah, well, tell that to the
people who just died at Archmore.

I'll call you in two hours
with a meeting place.

That should give you
enough time to get here.

Parker.

Damn.

If I promise to behave
when you take these off...

I disagree. Parker's been very solid.

Parker's a con man, Isaac. He likes booze
and broads and he's up to his ass in debt.

And this teddy bear probably
offered him some cash and

cocktails and her hot little bod
and he helped her get away.

That's enough, Nate.

If Parker is protecting Miss
Rhodes, he must have a good reason.

I agree, but that doesn't mean I
have to like the way he's handling it.

Good. Put him through.

Luther.

I'm returning your call, Bradley. This
better be good. I'm having a very bad day.

Archmore wasn't supposed
to be blown up until tomorrow.

How the hell did you know that?

Isn't this the point at which we're
supposed to share our resources?

I can't divulge the
source of our information.

Well, we'll see what the director has to
say about that. Where's Teddy Bear now?

Our operative has her in hand.

What's his name?

Frank Parker.

They on their way to this office now?

There are a couple of complications,
Luther. Parker had a shootout with two men.

One of them carrying NSA identification
in the name of Richard Maltz, one of yours.

Do you know him?

I have 600 people in this region in 11
different compartments. I'll check into it.

Well, Parker will only hand the girl
over to me. I'm on my way to L.A. now.

I want to be there, Bradley.

Meet me in Van Nuys
Airport at 1 o'clock. Parker

will have called in with a
rendezvous point by then.

I want to have files on an operative
named Richard Maltz. Now, go.

What are you doing?
Why aren't you taking me in?

I need to kill some time. You like dogs?

Hey, kid. Come here.

Hey, we'll take a couple of hot dogs, a
couple of bags of chips, and two colas.

He's kidnapped me. Go call the police.

Don't call the police. She's my prisoner.

You guys are into kinky sex, aren't you?

Do you mind getting your order?

What did you mean when you said you wouldn't
let me disappear like the last time?

What last time?

You must have misheard me.

Why are you being so mysterious?

I thought you loved mysteries.

Intrigues, suspense, trying
to figure out who the villain is.

That's from my interview.

Part of my homework. Look, we had
prior knowledge that Archmore was

going to be here, but we thought it
was going to be tomorrow, not today.

That's why you accused me
of moving up the timetable.

So where were you going when
I ran into you outside Archmore?

It was my week to do the lunch run.

I was on my way to
pick up everyone's order.

Look, I've only been working at
Archmore a little over six months.

Entry-level computer stuff.

Was the office working on anything
particularly sensitive or restricted?

This thing called Project Zebra.

But I only glanced at it before Chuck
sent me out and I ran into you and...

Look, I don't know what
happened back there, but I'm going

to make sure you get inside
the agency where you'll be safe.

Are you sure?

That's them.

Do you know who they are?

One of them's my boss,
Bradley Thomas. The other one's

a jerk named Ramsey. Third
guy I've never seen before.

Must be local NSA.

What should we do now?

Escort you out there.

Turn you over.

I guess this is goodbye then.

I think we can finally dispense with these.

Where are they, Bradley?

They'll be here.

I love it when amateurs play spy games.

Frank Parker isn't an amateur.

There they are.

About time.

Who's your friend, Bradley?

This is Luther Gannon, NSA Western Regional
Director. Just turn her over, Frank.

Come on, Parker.
Before you embarrass yourself any further.

Let's go.

Nice and slow.

Fire!

Sniper!

The walkway!

You all right?

No.

God.

No sign of the gunman.

Found the spent shells
up there on the ledge.

7.62 by 54s. Don't see these babies much.

They come from a Russian sniper rifle.

Yeah, Dragunov, I know.

What are we talking about here?
Who'd use such a weapon?

I don't know, but here's
what we're gonna do.

I'll tell you what you're gonna
do, cowboy. You're gonna

keep your mouth shut and
stay out of my team's way.

What the hell is going on here, Bradley?
Your boy Parker nearly got us killed.

I don't believe they were
shooting at my boy Parker.

I think they were shooting
at your Miss Rhodes.

Someone besides us knew
about this meeting, which

means you've got a leak in
your department somewhere.

Maybe there's a leak on your side.
I did some checking up on Frank Parker.

It seems he spent almost a year in
your company's mental institution.

He's the best there is.

Really? Who else you got in the field?
Charlie Manson?

Now look, this is my turf, and
from now on, this is my show.

I'm putting out an APB
and a hard target search

on those two, and I
guarantee I will find them,

and I will squeeze
them until I get some

answers as to what
the hell is going on here!

Well, that's it, sir.
I can't work with that clown.

I'll go my own way.

Alanis Morissette.
Alanis Morissette. Alanis Morissette.

What about Alanis Morissette?

I've always loved her name.
It's a lot better than Rebecca Rose.

Here, drink this. It'll help with the pain.

Oh, God! First you get me
shot, then you try to poison me.

I'm gonna put arrows on your chest.

Oh, just what I needed.

Can't we go to a hospital or a clinic?

The bleeding stopped.
Looks like a flesh wound. You were lucky.

Look, I just wanted to say that
I'm sorry you're in this mess.

It's not your fault.
You saved my life. Twice.

No, it's my job.

The Valley Police and the FBI are asking
the public's help in finding this couple

who allegedly robbed the
bank in Van Nuys earlier today.

Bank robbers? What? Who did this?

The agency. They obviously don't
like us running around on our own.

Let me look at this.

I just tore some skin.
I'll have it fixed up in no time.

Great. So now the whole
entire world's looking for us.

Basically, yeah.

And when they find
us, they'll turn us over to

who? Somebody from the
NSA who wants to kill us?

I've been thinking about Zebra. Hold still.

Ow!

Sorry. Have another drink.

Oh, I've had enough.
Maybe I'll have one more.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

It's time we get you some air, young lady.

Come on.

Okay.

Easy there, tough girl. Nice and slow.

Feeling better?

Not bad. Not bad at all.

You never should have been admitted into
the NSA in the first place, should you?

Is that a question?

I read your file. I know you're an orphan.

It also said that between
the ages of 13 and 17 you

lived with your foster
parents, the Parkinson's.

Yeah.

Well, I did a little more research.

Turns out the Parkinson's only took in
boys. Never adopted a girl. Not once.

What do you want me to say?

You lied to the NSA about your background.
I want the truth.

Okay.

At age 13 I started growing
breasts, which caught the

attention of one of my teachers
at the orphanage in Pittsburgh.

But you probably already know that.

That guy was a real creep.

Name of Ted Sandmore.

He started making these
nasty little comments to me.

Started arranging these meetings
so the two of us could be alone.

And...

Yeah.

So one night I set fire to his room.

While he was in it.

I couldn't tell the NSA about that.
I wouldn't have gotten clearance.

So what happened after
you left the orphanage?

I left the street. Alone.

Got... Well, I got caught
up in some weird situations.

Made some mistakes.

More things I didn't want
to talk to the NSA about.

Yeah, I made some mistakes growing up.

Not like me, I'm afraid.

When you've got no parents
and no one really cares.

Things happen.

Sure, things happen and
then you join something.

An outfit like the NSA or the military.

Hoping you'll find a family
that you can belong to.

What?

You're an orphan too.

Agent Gladstone?

Uh, yeah.

I'm Nathan Ramsey. Special Affairs?

Uh, yes sir.

You knew Agent Maltz, the man
who was killed yesterday, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Did he go in much for Halloween?

Sir?

Well, he was found outside Archmore.

Wearing some sort of
a water delivery get-up.

Now, in my book, that
places him as the guy who

delivered the explosives
that took down the place.

And how do you come by that?

Let's just call it a gut instinct.

Tell me about Maltz.

Well, he was in my unit,
but I wouldn't say I knew him.

The man you should talk to is Agent Cotter.

They work together on special assignments.

And where's Cotter?

Oh, don't tell me.
Special assignment, right?

So tell me again what
you saw in the zebra file.

Numbers. With lots of zeros.

Some dates and letters
that could have been a code.

After the dates?

After the numbers, I think.

And B. Or G or P.

Mean anything to you?

Means we gotta get
access to the file again.

You think you can do it
from outside the agency?

Get me on the net and we'll find out.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yeah. Duncan, where in the
market for a new computer?

Something fast with lots of memory.

Great. What sort of price
range did you have in mind?

I'm not worried about price.

You'll probably have to show him every
system you have. He has the worst timing.

So what's that game you play now?
It looks really cool.

Check it out. All you have to do
is take these fire jets and just...

What the hell was that?

She's hacking in from a computer store.

You just couldn't stay away, could you?

I got her.
We'll take care of them ourselves.

I'm knocking at your door, Zebra.
I'm gonna get in somehow.

Man, you are top-gut.

Take over.

What?

Come on. Take it. I gotta tell your wife.

I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy for you.

What's taking so long?

They've put up more security barriers.

Well, they could be
tracking us, so hurry up.

I'm in.

We gotta go.

What? Now.

Yes. Yes.

No.

There was a woman here.
Maybe a man with her.

Yes, the regular...

Did Zebra mean anything
more to you this time?

No. How about you?

Those numbers. It's money. Lots of it.

How'd you figure that out?

Because it's not NB, it's ND.
D as in dog. Serbian dinar.

It's all connected to
the Zebra thing, isn't it?

Could someone be paying off the
Serbians with their own currency?

It wasn't a payoff. It was coded as income.

Here we go.

Here we go. Cotter and Maltz.

Who?

Six secured clearance assignments
within the past ten months.

Who authorized them?

Codename Curator.

Find out who Curator is.

Can't do it. Not in any file anywhere.
Searched everything.

Frank? Are you okay?

Don't worry. Everything's under control.

This house needs some cleaning.

You're NSA, right?

Yeah.

Who you working for?

Curator.

What's his real name?

I don't know.

I swear.

This Curator.
He ordered the bombing of Hartsmoor, right?

Yeah.

Why?

Why?

Roads accessed.
A file from the central computer.

A highly classified undercover
operation Curator was heading.

The Zebra.

What's this Project Zebra? Tell me!

Curator got a hold of some plutonium.
He's selling it to the highest bidders.

Like who?

Like the Serbs, among others.

When's the next delivery gonna be made?

Who's asking the questions here?

When's the next delivery gonna be made?

Tonight! San Pedro.

Trial on leaves from
Greencastle at midnight.

See how much easier it
is when we all cooperate?

What'd you do that for?

Twenty-three people dead.
Or have you already forgotten?

No, no, no. I got old people I
can spare on the street right now.

We need to call in some overdue
bills from our pals at the FBI.

Maybe even the L.A. County Sheriffs.

I need to know what's
going on. And to do that,

we have to get those
people found. Now go!

Where the hell is Ramsey?

He may be a jerk, but at least he's a body.

Must be pursuing his own
lead through CIA channels.

I told you, Bradley.
This is my investigation now.

Talk to me.

He's our boy now.

Go ahead, Parker. I'm here with Talmadge.

You can speak, Frank.

Don't bother tracing this.

No, we're not coming in until
we know exactly what's going on.

Be at Greencastle shipping,
San Pedro, as soon as you can.

And Talmadge, get in touch with Donovan.
Have him bring a SEAL team to the party.

You need a cell phone.

Yeah, they keep burning
out during the trips.

During what trips?

He's concise. I'll give him that.

Yeah.

I'll set things up on my end.
You reel in Ramsey.

I don't need any loose cannons
out there screwing things up.

Whatever you say, Luther.

Shit.

You shouldn't have talked.

Damn it.

All right, I'll report this.

In the meantime, vacuum this entire condo.

Find me a Rolodex, a computer, a
dress book, a pack of matches, anything.

So that's Curator.

We'll find out as soon as Donovan
gets here with his SEAL buddies.

Let's dig up J.K.

Woody.

Huh.

Watch him.

Hide him.

You're a fascinating person, you know that?

What are you talking about?

Most of the orphans I
know are pretty screwed up.

You're not.

You're really good at
taking care of yourself.

Stay here. I'm gonna get a closer look.

He's coming to town on us.

I thought of that.

Hide him.

Where the hell is Donovan?

Why are we stopping here?
Where are your men?

There are no men.

No one's coming.

You ever thought about our
retirement package, Bradley?

After all the years we put in.

The marriages it cost us.

Kids we hardly knew.

It's a damn shame.

You son of a bitch.

We gotta get away.

But we have to do something.

We are not gonna do anything.
You're gonna stay here.

I'm gonna try and stop that boat.

Stop it.

Drop it, Parker. Drop it.

Look.

So...

You're a curator.

I was blind, Frank. I'm sorry.
I should have suspected it.

Even the best of us get
fooled sometimes, sir.

It's a cruel life.

We all have to take care of ourselves.

Yeah, we were just talking about that.

Make sure no one will find the bodies.

Freeze.

Everybody drop your weapons. Nobody move.

Nobody move.

Well, well, well, Cannon.

You like the way I operate now, cowboy?

I don't like it.

Captain.

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca!

We finally received word about Miss Rhodes.

Her real name was Tatiana Zinkovskaya.

It appears Miss Zinkovskaya was
actually a Russian sleeper all along.

That's why her background
information didn't add up.

She'd lived in this country for
three years as Rebecca Rhodes

before finally securing
her assignment as a

high-security computer
programmer at Archmore.

The Russians felt it was too dangerous to
leave her in place after the Ganon fiasco,

so they called her home.

To Moscow.

Miss Rhodes, Miss Zinkovskaya,

sent you something.

Push play.

Hello, Parker.

By now you should know,

I'm not really Rebecca Rhodes,

or Teddy Bear.

The Teddy Bear is really
the big Russian bear.

I'm sorry I left you at the shipping dock,

but I didn't really have any other choice.

At first, I thought I could
somehow preserve my

position inside the NSA,
but with all that happened,

my superiors convinced me otherwise.

I still find myself thinking about you.

Out of the many tissues of lies
that made up Rebecca Rhodes,

there was one truth.

I really am an orphan.

From Smolensk, not Pittsburgh.

And there really was a Ted Sandmore,

but his name was Alexander Sanitsky.

Oh, also,

I certainly had nothing to do
with selling Serbs plutonium.

We wouldn't want them to
have it any more than you would.

Despite our obvious political differences,

I think you're very special.

Beneath that tough, crazy exterior,

I suspect.

there's a very nice man.

I really do.

I really do.