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- Immigration and Customs Security, may I have your attention?

Previously, onThe Border.

- Immigration and Customs Security, that would be you,

polices our borders and arrests evildoers.

- You're new to the unit, Sergeant, so I'll say this just once: You work for me.

Homeland Security is sending up some hotshot agent.

Special Agent Bianca LaGarda.

- Italian mother, Cuban father. Top of her class, FBI high.

What? Muslim?

- We all know Muslim agents are in high demand.

- Mine's bigger than yours. - The voice of American diplomacy.

- We got a bogey. Air Traffic control's

got no fraking idea who these guys are.

Position?

- About four hundred clicks north west of Montreal.

[Car honking]

- What's the chatter? - Night Before Christmas.

Nobody's stirring, not even a mouse. No Transport Canada...

No NTSB... No military... nobody.

- [Beeping] - The colour changed.

It's going down.

[Loud airplane noise]

- This plane is definitely down. Black box isn't pinging, so it didn't crash.

- Still no chatter. - A ghost flight.

- Let's get Maggie, Moose, and Darnell on a plane.

- [Tuning radio] - Câlice!

- U.S. Homeland Security just called.

Agent LaGarda is on her way to "assist" us.

- At least we know whose plane it is.

[Gunfire]

Ah!

♪♪♪

It looks bad.

Hell of a landing job.

Who's the first responder?

Try him!

- You don't tell me to move back, this is my crime scene!

- I have my orders, sir. - I don't care.

- Whoa whoa whoa! Hey! Captain Renard,

I'm Maggie Norton. Immigration Customs Security.

I want to express the Canadian Government's

sincere condolences for the death of your officer.

Thank you.

- Now, you did a fine job securing the perimeter.

But this scene was nationalized fifteen minutes ago,

and I have control now. Do you understand?

- I... I don't see why-- - I'm looking for a yes or no.

Oui, madame.

- When your officers are finished collecting evidence,

they're to withdraw to the outer perimeter. Nobody

in or out unless they go through me.

Thank you, Captain.

Tabarnac!

- Let's try to avoid the Canadian commando

strong-arming the Quebec cop, shall we, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

- How long has he been down? - Under two hours.

- Who's got control of the scene?

- Superintendent Maggie Norton just took it off of local L.E.

I'm putting Sergeant Hourani and Agent Jackson

in the field with a squad of JTF2 commandos.

How many casualties?

I need to know now.

- I need to know what the hell's going on here.

Well, for starters,

it would be real good news if all the passengers on board were dead.

- These two? One each in the back of the head.

- Pilot and co-pilot? - Yeah.

Our dead cop took this guy down, put two slugs in his chest.

- [Gunshots] - White jump suit. Prisoner.

Ah... you can smell the residue on this guy.

He came out hot. But we can't find his gun.

Spent shell casings here.

And a blood trail here, so our runner's wounded.

- Well that's something. - Yeah.

- This won't be of much use. - Tracking bracelet.

Would make it easier, wouldn't it?

Our cop didn't go down without a fight.

[Gunshots] Now this prick stole his car too.

- U.S. Homeland Security says there were eight people on board.

two pilots, two MPs, and four prisoners.

- Two MPs and one pilot are dead.

- One prisoner dead on the ground.

- So that's what? Three prisoners unaccounted for?

- Yeah. At least one of them's wounded.

- No sign of the other M.P.? - No.

- [So we have three fugitives and a hostage]

Agent LaGarda is just about to tell us who they are.

- I need pictures of the dead so we can confirm identities.

- [You'll have them in a minute.] - But first.

- They were enemy combatants. With high intelligence value.

- Guantanamo-to-Syria Express.

- Where were they headed? - Major?

- Albania? Serbia? Somewhere where the gloves can come off?

Now is not the time.

Was this a rendition flight?

Tell me you had clearance to overfly Canada.

- You really want to talk territorial sovereignty,

or can we talk about how to get these guys back?

- Maggie, get the pictures to Slade. - [Roger that.]

I want everything you've got on these guys.

They've got just over two hours jump on us.

Maggie, I'm getting you air support.

[Thunder]

Highway's two lanes.

They either came back here through town or

north to nowhere. Quebec Police have blocks up.

- They're gonna want to get off the highway.

Camel jockeys lost in the Canadian shield.

- You know, if this gets out, there's gonna be a lot of heat. - What?

"Camel Jockeys"? Lose it.

Slade, photos coming through.

- You two have to get back into town. We need to get in the front of the story.

I need the full wash and spin. You got a scenario?

- Corporate jet, electrical trouble.

- Fuel leak, dangerous, spin, tumble dry, repeat. We got it.

Brilliant.

- Since when do we authorize rendition flights

through our airspace?

- Missile defense, Iraq, how many times can we say no?

It was supposed to be an overflight.

- And now we have three terrorists roaming free through rural Quebec.

- Give Agent LaGarda your full cooperation

but keep the circle small. Need-to-know basis only.

- We need to drop a net on these guys. Go in hard, go in fast.

- That's not in the cards today, Major. - [You're tying my hands?]

- If this gets out, it could bring down the government.

So naturally the Prime Minister will get involved.

He'll call the Minister on the carpet. Then my phone will ring and... Hang on.

- See you. - See you later.

- When my phone rings, what do you think happens next, Major?

Remember, shit rolls downhill.

- Looks like we're both on the firing line.

Je peux vous aider?

- On n'a pas besoin de gaz. C'est correct.

- Qu'est-ce qui se passe? I heard a plane.

- Yeah. It was the damnedest thing.

A bunch of fat cats on a fishing trip. Plane went down rough,

landed smack dab in the middle of the highway.

- We're keeping people away. There's a risk of fire and explosion.

- How many customers do you get through here in a day?

- Like, twenty or thirty. More during deer season.

- Oh, we're gonna have to ruin your business for the day, uh...

We had to shut down the highway in both directions.

- You know where the cop shop is? - Le cop quoi?

- Département de police du Québec?

- Ah, yeah. It's just down there ways. Why?

- Uh, one of their guys was hurt in the crash. Officer Pelot. Do you know him?

- Uh... Yeah. He fills up here sometimes.

- Thanks, kid. - Sorry for the inconvenience.

Should be clear by tomorrow.

[We had four prisoners.]

One's dead on the ground, so we've got three men at large.

Mustafa Habib.

We caught him in a raid on an Al-Qaeda training camp.

He threw a grenade and killed two Rangers.

His whole family's Taliban sympathizers.

[Faisal Riyad, a Saudi Arabian bomb-maker]

[linked to twenty-three attacks in Al-Khobar.]

[He's killed over sixteen troops. Over a hundred civilians.]

- That's U.S.D.A. Prime Evildoers.

- Hardly. These two are just appetizers.

- Yazid Maliki. - Stockbroker.

- Um-hm. On Wall Street, and The City.

He went through a bad breakup in London at 28, became radicalized.

- He worshipped at the same mosque as the 7/7 bombers.

- He's not a guy you want loose. - That's right.

Knowledge of hidden accounts, asset management.

He could finance two major attacks within thirty days.

We interrogated him daily. Not a word in nine months.

At this point, I got no problem turning him over

to people who aren't too squeamish.

Let's just get him back first.

- Maggie? - [Yeah, boss.]

- Two priorities: recapture the prisoners and keep it quiet.

- [How's the Quebec police?] - Handled.

"Emergency landing"?

Is that a joke?

- The jet was leaking fuel. People need to stay away.

One of my officers is dead.

You chased us off our own crime scene!

- It's a matter of national-- - In this little story of yours,

exactly how did my officer die?

- His car was clipped by a jet as it was landing.

There were casualties; Officer Pelot was one of them.

He was shot!

- That is why it's covered under the Official Secrets Act.

Look, Captain, I understand your anger, okay? I do.

But you can't veer an iota of the script here, or your going to be facing charges.

- We need you to keep your officers isolated from the scene

until they're debriefed. Keep Officer Pelot's death

under wraps. Not forever. Just for now.

Okay.

I'll spin your little fiction.

But you tell his widow.

I can't look her in the eye.

- Boss, there's something you need to see here. Like now! Okay, before now. Then.

- This just showed up two minutes ago.

- Oh no. - There's your prisoners.

Oh, this is not good.

If this hits CNN, Washington is going to go ballistic.

Shit rolls downhill.

Where's this footage from?

- It's a conspiracy chat room. But it's not gonna stay there.

Tomorrow, YouTube's gonna have it. Then MySpace,

then cousin Clara's Gmail box. I mean it's gonna be everywhere.

- There were dead people and now the feds are lying.

I'm going back to get a closer look. More later.

- We've got to shut this kid down now before people start believing him.

I don't want satellite trucks at the location.

- Cut cell and phone service in and out of the area.

- I'll authorize that. - Uh, yeah. You sort of already did.

Authorize it. I mean, I, I kinda took some initiative.

Just shut him down. Now.

In retrospect,

I probably should have waited.

- I've flooded them with denial of service attacks,

trojan horses, worms. It's slowing to a crawl.

Ah! Done.

Nobody else is getting in.

I iz in yr house, messin' with your packets!

Oh, man. I can't believe it!

It's like trying to cut the head off a hydra.

The files have been forwarded to two or three conspiracy sites...

A plane-spotting blog, a video podcast site and...

Ah, come on here! Usenet?!

Seriously? Doesn't anybody just surf for porn anymore?

- Just get it under control. - It's a decentralized network

designed to sustain nuclear attack okay?

- It's gonna take a few minutes. - Maggie? Talk to me.

- You want bad news or worse news?

Always give me the worst news.

Canadians. Unbelievable.

[Aerial sweep is negative.]

The heat gear can't pick up the targets. The forest is too dense.

We're getting false positives from all the wildlife.

- We have more sensitive thermal imaging. I can deploy it out of Vermont.

- Tell Miss Cuba Libre there we'll manage fine.

- Oh, it's no problem at all. They're on standby 24/7.

Part of the contingency plan for invading Canada.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Oh, come on. That was funny.

- The rendition flight is bad enough.

we're not having U.S. troops on Canadian soil.

- [I'm heading into town to see about our leaker Moose and Darnell said]

[that there was a kid asking about the crash.] - You think it's him?

- Darnell said he looks like the kid in the video. Let me get back.

- Kessler. Let me re-task the satellite for you.

- You can do that? - It's a phone call.

- Oil. Cop got off a few rounds. Must have hit the transmission.

- Or someone's past their warranty.

- Out here? I'm gonna go with bad guys in a stolen cop car.

Hey Slade, can you lock into my G.P.S. signature?

- I gotcha. Fifteen-point-two clicks from the landing site.

- I got a logging road here cutting north into the bush.

Looks like they might have come this way.

Road's not on the map.

- [Just tell me if there's any other access, any other way out?]

Um... nope.

No major roads. North everything dead-ends into a lake.

- And past that it's just bush. - What's the topography like?

- [Some hills. Nothing major.] - No Tora Bora caves. That's good.

- Roadway's clear. We're moving out.

- Alright. They try to come this way, we got'em.

You're pretty cocky.

- Yeah. You're right. Maybe a bear will get them. Save us the trouble.

What?

- We don't have to do this, you know? Renard was just busting our balls.

- What do you expect? He lost a man in the field.

- Not our fault. - We had the guy lie,

and then we squeezed him out of the investigation.

- Hey, look, we're on the same side here, right?

- With all due respect, you were CSIS, I was a cop.

I know how this guy feels, okay?

[Dog barking]

- Bonjour, uh, madame. Nous cherchons Stephanie Pelot?

- C'est moi. Who are you?

- Oh, uh... We're with the federal government, ma'am.

We just wondered if you had a moment?

Hello?

Bonjour?

- There was a, a problem with the fuel line.

There was a, a spill and a fire.

There were uh, casualties.

Emile, uh, tried to help.

And I'm, I'm sure he did the best he could,

but, uh, I'm, I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.

Your husband's dead.

- Hey. Lis l'affiche. On est fermés!

- Oui, oui. Je, je cherche votre fils.

I don't know where he is.

Are you the one that close the road so I get no customers?

- Yeah, sorry about that. Superintendent Maggie Norton.

An executive jet put down on the highway.

We're just securing the site now. Getting rid of the jet fuel, things like that.

Bit of a mess, but it should be clear by tomorrow. - Good.

- You sure you don't know where he is?

- Is he in trouble? - No, no.

We just want to make sure that everybody is safe and accounted for.

My partners did say he seemed a little rattled this morning.

- That one? Maudit, head in the clouds,

you know what I'm saying? Mange la laine du dos.

Eat the wool off my back.

- Do you need me to identify him?

- No. Uh, Captain Renard took care of that.

I know Renard.

Why are you here instead of him?

[Baby crying]

- You know, my grandson never gets off his computer. Ever.

- That thing. You could take it and smash it, I don't care.

He plugs in the headphone, and he goes to space, you know? Leaves me to serve the customer.

- Would you mind if I take a look at it?

Maybe he wrote an e-mail or an instant message, saying where he'd be.

- Envoye! Plonge! It's all yours.

- They're still repositioning your bird.

It's not going to be over Quebec for another twenty-six minutes.

What's this?

- You remember that plane that crashed last year in Arizona?

- Sure. The cabin depressurized. Ran out of fuel, and went down.

- Yeah. Or you guys shot it down so it didn't bounce into Tucson.

- No. That is not what happened. - Whatever. Doesn't matter.

Cause today, that same plane is about to crash... in Nevada.

- I got the kid's computer set up here.

- [Okay I'm gonna take control of it remotely]

if I can just... Ah, man!

What?

- Always set a password. I mean, I mean it's not gonna stop me,

but it, this is just, sad.

Alright. That's his machine ID...

There's maybe three people in the world

who could tell that that's not really coming from his computer.

Now...

And...voila!

You wanted cover up and conspiracy?

When I'm done,

nobody in his right mind's gonna run with this story.

There were dead people and now the feds are lying.

I'm going back to get a... [Clearing his throat]

- [Talking like the kid]: Looks like there's another one...

This plane just went down an hour ago in Nevada...

right close to Area 51!

- Area 51! What-- - Shhh.

- I'm going back to get a closer look. More later.

- It looks like there's another one. This plane just went down

an hour ago in Nevada... right close to Area 51!

State of the art.

It's the same technology Britney Spears used.

- Flood them with disinformation,

and our crash hides in plain sight. Good work.

- [We just got something from Gray and Layla.] - It's about freaking time.

It's the cruiser. Let's go.

- I should be able to punch into the helmet cam mounts.

- Keep the truck back. First team.

- Position. Ready to move. - Car looks empty.

- Advance to contact. - Here we go.

Sergeant, what do you see?

- Whoa. Somebody's in the car. Driver's side.

Confirmed.

Put your hands on your head! Now!

[Hands on your head!]

Targets unresponsive.

Hands on your head!

[He's not moving. Orders?]

- Close. - Copy that.

[Hands on your head!]

This guy took a round.

[Shouting]

No!

[Shouting]

[Shouting]

- Go! Go! Go! - Cover the treeline!

How many men down?

Call in for EVAC!

- What's the status? - I don't know.

- Did you see? Which one was it? Was it Maliki? - I don't know!

- Gray. Gray! Layla. [Static]

Gray! Layla! Talk to me. What's your twenty?

- Riyad wired the gas tank. He's dead.

We've got multiple casualties on the ground here.

[Struggling in pain] Gray and I are fine.

- Good. Get back to me when you can.

- They're following the stream there's a bloody trail.

They're trying to throw off the dogs. We gotta go.

EVAC, then reinforcements.

- Hey, we've gotta run these guys down. They got a hostage!

- I got one dead, and two down! We get these men out,

bring in reinforcements. We'll have 'em by nightfall.

That's not good enough.

- You gotta learn what's the what. This is how it's gonna be.

You coming?

How long?

- [Evac and reinforcements are going to take about an hour.]

- What about dogs? - Ninety minutes.

- I don't believe this shit. - [Gray and Layla are tracking.]

Two guys with a hostage are not going to cover a lot of ground.

- Tell them alive is better. But don't compromise the OP.

If they have a shot...

[Right. Got it.]

- You guys are stretched too thin.

We can handle it.

- Look, we dropped this in your lap. You need boots on the ground.

We can get you boots. We are good with boots.

- If U.S. military cross the border into Canada,

this turns into something different. I'm trying to keep this quiet.

You guys are not good with quiet.

- Can you imagine for a second what would happen

if Yazid Maliki would get loose.

- I don't have to imagine. Have you ever been posted outside the U.S.?

Things have been broken for a while.

You have to stop swatting flies with bunker busters.

- We're getting close to the line, here, you and I.

- I'm giving my team the space to get it done.

- I see. Well. I'm gonna use your space to make a call.

Knock yourself out.

- Hey. Yeah. I'm gonna need you to back channel something.

Things are evolving fast, here. Can you bypass NSA and State?

Wait for my call.

- [Gray]: You're quiet. What's up? - Nothing. It's just...

You got a lot more out of bush training than I did.

- It's not the training. Didn't you ever go camping?

- We spent a hundred thousand years

going from caves to fires to farms to houses.

How pissed would your ancestors be if they saw you "camping" for fun?

You're an urban snob.

Hey, watch out for those bears.

- What's this? - Chat room transcripts.

Seems some people have started to "debunk" my Nevada crash.

- The nerve. - And from there, it's just a little jag

over to the Quebec footage, and oh-ho-ho, what do you know...

- "The shadows on the Quebec crash don't match

the time of day they were supposedly shot."

"The cop lying..." [Slade slurping]

"“The cop lying dead on the ground, you can see breathing."

- Forty-two faults and inconsistencies, last count.

That's the internet.

- That's why people don't believe we went to the moon.

Yeah. Like you did.

- No sign of the kid, Maggie. The place is deserted.

- Whoa, hey, we got company here.

Could be the kid. Great...

Oh, it's Mrs. Pelot.

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Mrs. Pelot. - Detective Sergeant.

My nephew...

He said...he found pictures of Emile. From the internet.

Tell me the truth. Please!

These pictures... They showed Emile...

And they said he was still breathing.

- Ma'am. I promise you. He died instantly.

Look, whatever else you hear,

always remember your husband died a hero. Okay?

- Not a word, okay? - Hey, man, I wasn't gonna.

Let's go.

Anything?

No. Nothing.

But beautifully photographed nothing.

Your satellite takes a really nice picture.

- What? - Oh, just enjoying the chatter.

Now they're saying the "Gunmen flee with hostage" footage looks phony.

Can you run that again?

Right there. It almost looks as if...

- He's hurt. He's a hostage. I don't think I'd be that calm.

- Cause it just seems like...

- Yeah. I'm going to enhance that image right now. - Good.

- Did you check out everybody on that plane?

Yep.

It's me. Yeah.

What do we know about the MP on board?

I'll look into it, hang on a sec.

Hey. Run that face through NCIC and Interpol.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Uh-oh.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- [Gunshots] - Down!

- You're hit! - That's from before.

You try to flank him, I'll try fire.

- We've got a what? - [An inside man.]

[His name is Casper Malan. He's a South African mercenary.]

- [He's supposed to be in a Saudi Arabian prison.]

But instead, he's hitching a ride on a U.S. rendition flight? What the hell?

- They found the real M.P. in his trunk at Miami-Dade.

- Looks like we were compromised. - [Yeah, I'd say so.]

- They knew exactly where they were putting that plane down.

There must be an extraction plan.

Maggie, raise Layla and Gray.

[Tell them that our hostage is really a hostile.]

Got it.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Give up! You're surrounded!

[Gunshots] Oh, Jesus.

Imbitaah! Yaaalla!

- Drop your weapon! Do it! - Yalla!

- For a guy who just escaped a prison flight, he's packing a lot of gear.

He's just a kid.

- Yeah, well, he squeezed off, like, a hundred rounds.

[Radio beeping]

- Off! The radio. Turn 'em off! - Whoa. We gotta call this in.

No. Go dark now!

He was tracking our transmissions.

An Al Qaeda operative pulled the same trick in Mosul last fall.

- They knew we were here. Good catch.

- Yeah. You do bears, I do incident reports.

- [Static from radio] - Ya wallad, ayna unt?

He's asking for status.

Say, "Al aan amaan." It means 'all clear'.

Al aan amaan.

Al aan amaan.

[Talking in Arabic]

He's asking about the threat.

Say, "Ar-reejal Maatuu" They're dead.

- Ar-reejal Ma-. Ah, that's a mouthful.

- The pause, it's too long! - Ar-reejal Maatuu.

Get ready to move.

[Talking in Arabic]

- What? - "Get back. The plane's ready."

- Ah, shit. It was all set up.

The guns, the gear... They got a way out! Argh!

- What's that, there? - That's... Uh...

That looks like camo.

That lake's big enough for a floatplane to land.

That's it. That's how they're getting out. We need to scramble jets.

- Uh... Nearest CFB jets are deployed already.

Afghanistan. Helping our neighbours with their war on terror.

- F-16s out of Jersey. Wheels up in five.

They'll be over the area in forty-three minutes.

Alright...

My office. Now.

That's for the pain.

- We're losing light. They scheduled this to the minute.

Head toward the lake.

- Don't reveal your position unless you have to. Got it?

Yes, Mom. I'll be home by ten.

- Stay off the radio. - Go.

- Where do you get the balls, scrambling jets?

- You don't give me much choice. So close the airspace, get your people out.

Because those F-16's are coming in hot, and they'll shoot down anything that moves.

- Your flight went down. Your intel was bad. Your man was compromised--

- I suggest you get your people out

before those F-16's light up the forest.

- Call them off. - I couldn't if I tried.

You understand my hands are tied.

Leave. I have to make a phone call.

Maggie, we're pulling out now.

- But what about Gray and Layla? I still can't raise them.

Main frequency, backup. I can't tell if it's the equipment or...

Mike, we're not just gonna leave them.

Get out now.

- Who the hell are you? - I'm Gabriel. Who are you?

- I'm the guy that nearly blew your head off. What the hell are you doing here?

- Explosions, shooting. I wanted to see what you guys are up to.

Help me walk.

- You got to stand down. - We're at full strength.

The dogs are here. We're ready to go.

- We've been ordered out. - [On whose authority?] - Mine.

You've got men in there.

- Believe me, I know. But we're done.

Full EVAC. We're clearing out.

Quum. Ya Zalamee!

Yazid. Prayer time's over.

How many more with you? Answer me!

- Get down to the dock, Yazid.

- What about Mustafa? We can't leave him here.

- We've waited all we can. - He said he's coming.

- [This is Coffee coming up on mark. Weapons are hot.]

[Lasers are on. Ready to paint the barn.]

- Al-aaqil ahsun. Min al hayawaan.

- I am not interested in your views.

- 'Aayb 'alayk. Ya haraam.

- The boy is dead. Has to be.

And so are you. [Gunshot]

- Ha! - Whoa!

- Down! Down! Get back! I told you to stay at the ATV!

Hey!

- [Target is painted. Request permission to open up.]

- [Roger, Coffee. You are go. Weapons free.]

- [Copy that.] - [Good hunting.]

Stay still, asshole.

- Maggie. ICS, anyone on frequency?

- Maggie: [They go 'em.] - Call it off! Call it off!

- Tell the pilot to abort! They got 'em! Now!

- [Coffee four-twenty. Abort! Repeat. Abort and disengage!]

- [Come in, Coffee. Come in, Coffee. Abort! Abort!]

[Stand down. Please stand down. Coffee, abort!]

[Abort!] [Beep]

- [Okay, copy that. Disengaging.]

[Cranking left and scramming south.]

[Jets flying by]

- This is gonna be one hell of a debrief.

- We've done a little reformatting. Hope you don't mind.

- Hé, câlisse! Mon petit niaiseux!

Je t'ai cherché toute la journée; tu as du travail à faire. Tu savais?

Vas-y, envoye!

Business any better, now the roads open?

- Three lousy cars. Lousy town. Nothing ever happens around here!

Hé, mon petit niaiseux!

Good work out there.

- From him, that's like a gold watch and somersaults.

- That kid I killed? He was fifteen.

- Don't go there. - I don't have a choice. You either.

We've been ordered to see the shrink.

Where's he going?

Officer Pelot's funeral.

You think the "owner" of that "corporate" jet

might be willing to talk compensation for the widow?

Don't worry, Inspector.

The United States government pays its debts.

Right.

- I'm here to arrange Maliki's transfer back to Gitmo.

He's not going back.

Excuse me?

- He killed a Quebec police officer and a Commando.

We're keeping him here.

He'll be available to the U.S. government for interrogation.

Hmm. Really?

Maliki is a dangerous terrorist.

It's out of my hands.

- You people are just so naive.

You were naive once.

It looked good on you.

Boss? Boss!

We got another one.